"There are no two miles of land, it should be eight or nine hundred meters!"

Zhao Chuanxin calmly began to wipe the gun.

Large-caliber sniper rifles require proper maintenance. After the gunpowder residue was wiped off, Zhao Chuanxin reoiled the gun.

Hong Kong Island is back to the south, and it is humid all year round except for the coldest part of winter.

You can't do it without rubbing oil.

Putting away the gun, Zhao Chuanxin got up: "Let's withdraw, let's see if they dare tomorrow."

Li Zhitao looked at the chaotic police force in the distance, and her eyelids jumped.

In the past, he wanted to set up Zhongshengtang and boast of being a man in the rivers and lakes, but when he met Zhao Chuanxin, he knew what real lawlessness was!

That's a British policeman, kill if you say kill!

Everyone else is afraid of ghosts, but Zhao Sheng picks on ghosts!

There is also this kind of magic marksmanship, he expects that if Zhao Sheng wants to unify the entire hall on Hong Kong Island, he only needs to solve all the incense masters from afar, and even the second marshal, I am afraid that it will not take a month to complete the integration.

How-win!

So sharp!

These people can't read a lot of words, and they don't have the financial conditions to read newspapers. Otherwise, you will not be surprised to know what Zhao Chuanxin is doing in the United States.

Ji Cao Don't Six.

Zhao Chuanxin also built a small wooden boat to experience the feeling of living in a houseboat.

He once went to that developed Hong Kong Island, and he also had a houseboat.

But that kind of houseboat has become a check-in place for Internet celebrities, as well as a place for celebrities to pool money to take pictures, beautiful, well-equipped, and valuable.

On the ground floor are well-furnished rooms and toilets. The dining room and kitchen on the second floor and the living room where you can sing K. The third floor is the bar and terrace, wearing a crop top or bikini to blow the sea breeze, holding a red wine glass to take a photo at sunset, posting on Moments can make people envy for a long time.

As for the current houseboat, it is a simple canopy, which can shelter from the rain and not the wind, that is, a place where you can lie down and rest.

It's just a makeshift to live.

Six people were crammed into the small houseboat, and it was hard to even turn around.

After Zhao Chuanxin felt the novelty at first, he became disgusted with this small boat.

"Fat Qiang, you go and wash your feet quickly, your feet can smoke people to death!"

"Zhao Sheng, don't worry about me! It's a toad!"

"Shut up!"

Li Zhitao, who was fiddling with the Webley revolver, said, "Rinse your feet, Zhao Sheng loves to be clean."

Zhao Chuanxin also went to the bow of the boat, looking down at the mixed seawater, and the smell went straight to his head.

The people in the houseboat next to them poured their excrement into the sea.

This is still the previous wind that blew down a lot of houseboats, otherwise this place is densely packed with boats, and every family will be poured into the sea, and it will stink.

He said secretly: Hold on for two more days, and leave as soon as you solve the problem!

Hong Kong Island is different from other places.

Elsewhere, Zhao Chuanxin just found a place to live.

But on Hong Kong Island, every inch of land is expensive, and many people have 1 square meter of living space. The building is airtight, where is there room for accommodation?

The bustling Central area is the focus of the police at this time, and they can't go there to stay in hotels.

Zhao Chuanxin really has to be in the houseboat.

Wash with this water?

Think about it, forget it.

Sitting on the bow of the boat and smoking a cigarette, Zhao Chuanxin threw the cigarette butt into the sea.

rise

He shouted inside, "Stay and I'll go out for a walk."

When the smell dissipated, he wanted to come back.

"Zhao Sheng, be careful, the ghosts outside are chasing you."

Li Zhitao and others have become accustomed to this kind of living environment.

In fact, their houseboat was right under the noses of the police.

It's just that there are a lot of people here, and it's on the sea, so it's not easy to be noticed.

Zhao Chuanxin jumped ashore.

It is located next to the Central Pier, where a fishing area was set up in later generations, and the diagonal opposite is Victoria Harbour.

Now it's the world of houseboats.

It didn't take long to get to Causeway Bay.

Here, Zhao Chuanxin has to be careful.

I was going to go around, but I was going to go back when Li Zhitao and the others finished washing and the smell of stinky feet dissipated.

But I heard passers-by comment: "Today's racecourse Marseille is so exciting, No. 8 horse "Yoneshan", I like it so much!"

"Lean north (Hokkien dialect), stupid horse, let me lose so badly last time! It's not as light as No. 11, I think No. 11 will win!"

Hippodrome?

Zhao Chuanxin remembered that Hong Kong Island people like to gamble on horses, and he has always liked to join in the fun, so he was ready to walk over with the two of them to have a look.

Since the middle of the last century, horse racing has been held on Hong Kong Island, filling in the swamps of Wong Nai Chung in Wan Chai, which is now the racecourse.

In 1884, the Hong Kong Island Jockey Club was established, and horse racing began to be popularized and held regularly.

Hong Kong Island people are good at gambling, and there are naturally few horse racing activities that cannot be gambled.

Gambling is the most exciting and even irrational activity.

Zhao Chuanxin never touched this thing, at most, his relatives got together to play a few handfuls of planing and fighting landlords during the New Year's holidays, and he didn't even play mahjong.

However, when he arrived outside the racecourse, Zhao Chuanxin found that many Chinese were watching outside.

He patted a man on the shoulder, "Dude, why don't you go in?"

There are makeshift stands inside, and all the people sitting in it are foreigners.

"Hit the streets! Don't you know that we are not allowed to watch the horse race with the ghosts?"

Damn, it's a real disappointment.

Zhao Chuanxin found that on Hong Kong Island, everywhere must be divided into three, six, nine and so on, and the status of the Chinese here is as humble as that of ants.

Even watching a horse race, you can't be on the same stage with foreigners.

Look at the Chinese people standing on a big stone drum and looking inside with great interest, and look at the foreigners waiting for the start of the competition.

Zhao Chuanxin was a little deflated.

He shaved his head and was hot.

I am in a hurry to change the status quo, but others seem to have adapted to this hierarchical concept forcibly instilled by the powers.

He pushed the crowd, and there was no enemy in front of him, and he pushed them all away.

"Hanging distance old mother, squeeze?"

", you!"

「***！」

Zhao Chuanxin was overwhelmed and ushered in a scolding.

His face was not red and his heart was not beating: "Eh, you have no quality, and you are about to squeeze out lunch and lunch."

And you, such an adult, can't stand still!

Old lady, it's dangerous here. I'll help you, obedient, and ...... later."

Pushing around, everyone watched as the tall young man squeezed to the front.

On the other hand, the crowd was staggered and miserable.

But everyone just made up for it verbally, and no one dared to do anything with Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Chuanxin exhaled: "Fortunately, my body is strong, otherwise I wouldn't let you be squeezed to death, people in these years just don't know how to be humble!"

An old man next to him was stunned: "Hou Shengzi, I haven't seen anyone thicker than you in a few years."

"I told you when the old man was blind, as we all know, I'm the thinnest skinned!"

"Huh!"

The old man ignored him no more.

It's better to come early than to come by chance, anyway, the position that came early was also robbed by Zhao Chuanxin.

Horse racing is about to begin.

One by one, the horses were led out by the knights.

Zhao Chuanxin took out the devil crystal glasses and put them on, and immediately saw the No. 8 "Mishan" clearly.

I heard passers-by say that they are optimistic about this horse, but even if Zhao Chuanxin doesn't know much about horse racing, he can see that this horse is too cumbersome for horse racing.

Why does it look like a heavy horse?

In fact, Mongolian horses were often seen in horse racing at the earliest racecourses on Hong Kong Island.

It is in recent years that the influence of the event has gradually expanded, and many Western horses have been introduced.

Even so, there are many kinds of horses in horse racing these days.

Anyone who thinks he can get it and looks good will dare to give it a go.

Zhao Chuanxin even saw the figure of the Don hippopotamus.

The most good horse in Lugang Town is the Don Hippopotamus, which is simply the first target for the insurance team.

As a war horse, the Don hippopotamus is undoubtedly one of the finest.

As Zhao Chuanxin grows taller and gains weight, it will be difficult for ordinary horses to carry him.

For example, when he was in Japan, he wanted to get a horse to ride, and it felt like he was riding a dog, so he gave up.

Japanese horses are only about 1.3 meters tall at the shoulder......

The race is on.

The old man next to Zhao Chuanxin had just been arguing with him, and then he couldn't help but say, "Knight No. 11 has superb riding skills, I think he will win."

Older people are like this, talking closely.

And Zhao Chuanxin opened his eyes and said nonsense, and demolished the stage for the sake of demolishing the stage: "Is it? I'm optimistic about No. 8 Yoneshan, No. 8 is the best, applause to No. 8!"

When the old man heard this, he exploded: "Stupid! Yoneyama is used to plough the fields, and maybe he can take the first place!"

Zhao Chuanxin didn't care, and said happily: "You don't know how not to talk nonsense, you look at Mishan, I'm afraid that the shoulder height is 1.7 meters, look at the muscular appearance, it looks like the champion!"

Let you just scold me for being thick-skinned and make you angry with cerebral hemorrhage!

The old man was really angry, a kind of annoyance and anger after his cognitive dignity was trampled on.

"Idiot! With thin bones and bulging muscles, such horses can run with a strong temperament. Did you know? Don't talk nonsense if you don't understand!"

"You don't understand that a horse must have a big skeleton, a strong body, a stable and gentle temperament, and easy to control, so that it can win the championship."

"Rotten wood cannot be carved!"

"Old stubborn!"

The two of them are one person and one sentence, you come and go, and everyone else is stunned.

Good guy, the horse hasn't raced yet, the old and the young have to divide the winner first?

Fortunately, as soon as the gun rang out, the horses rushed out.

The race is on!

Because there are many types of horses, there are no standards for weight and so on. As soon as I started running, the gap widened significantly.

Sure enough, No. 11 was unbeatable!

However, No. 8, which was not favored by Zhao Chuanxin and the old man, although he couldn't run No. 11, only fell into second place.

Onlookers outside shouted, whistled and cursed.

The joy of winning money, the scolding of losing money.

Zhao Chuanxin also watched it very happily.

It's like watching a game, even if you're not interested, but after being there, you will be driven by the emotions of the scene.

The old man triumphant: "How? Number 11 is definitely going to win."

Zhao Chuanxin was surprised: "You are a little older, you are too competitive, right?" Mature, okay?"

The old man was so hung out of breath and vomited blood.

You reason with him, and he plays hooligan with you. You play hooligan with him, and he says you're immature.

Lao Tzu is half of his body into the ground, you say I'm immature?

I've told you everything.

So he twisted his head in a huff.

Zhao Chuanxin was happy and concentrated on watching the game.

Good guys, Yoneyama went from second place to third at this time.

Then the fourth, the fifth, the sixth......

It was overtaken by one horse after another, and in the end, it ranked twelfth!

The problem is, twelve is the second-best place.

After crossing the finish line, the No. 11 horse was very *** and went to bite Rice Mountain.

In Zhao Chuanxin's opinion, Mishan is so big, he must be fighting back, but as a result, he hid aside.

The old man looked

Haha laughed: "Horses are like people, they are not big enough to be powerful and courageous!"

Who is the connotation?

Zhao Chuanxin pointed out: "Horses are bullied when they meet Yanmar, and some people meet foreigners, but they want to make foreigners look good. Others, however, are willing to be slaves and are proud of them!"

The old man looked him up and down, "Hou Shengzi, do you think the old man is the kind of person who is a slave to the ghost?"

"Huh?" Zhao Chuanxin said innocently: "You old man, don't talk nonsense, what bad intentions can a handsome person like me have?"

The old man stroked his gray goatee: "Do you know about the poisoning of ghost bread decades ago?"

At this time, Zhao Chuanxin was stunned.

"I don't know."

He understands history very partially, and he basically can't remember the details.

"Once upon a time, the ghost guy was very arrogant.

Later, there were continued Chinese resisting British rule, most notably selling poisoned bread to ghosts.

So much so that the ghosts panicked, and they had to win over the Chinese to manage the Chinese.

Hong Kong Island has today's situation, and it was won by those people at the beginning.

You can't stand it, the Chinese were even worse than they are now!"

Zhao Chuanxin was silent for a moment: "You are old, you are the one who sells poisoned bread to foreigners, right?"

"Not bad! I was working as a white paper fan at Hehetu at the time, and I planned this incident. At that time, the movement was very sensational, and the ghost guy was scared and didn't dare to arrest me! Behind me are tens of thousands of people, and if you arrest me, there will be a second one to stand up!"

"Awesome!

Disrespectful, disrespectful!

I take back my words, and I want to learn from you!"

You see, Zhao Chuanxin is a good young man who knows his mistakes and corrects them.

It turns out that in this era, besides him, there are people who use such strong means to deal with ghosts!

learned of the old man's legendary history and immediately apologized.

The old man smiled to himself: "Hou Shengzi, you have a northern accent, where is your hometown?"

"Hometown, it's outside the gate."

"Outside the gates? That's not close! Everyone is fleeing outside the border, why did you still come to Hong Kong Island? It's a good place to be, too."

"The child has no mother, it's a long story. But it's mainly for some business."

Hearing about doing business, the old man nodded and said, "Doing business on Hong Kong Island requires taking care of all aspects.

The constraints of the ghosts, each hall has to be dotted, and it is not easy to send people to eat and take cards.

Hong Kong Island now is different from that of the past, and its own people also harm its own people.

The old man knows some of the people in the hall, who were separated from Hetu back then, and if necessary, he can help you match."

People like to nag when they are old, and when Zhao Chuanxin does not raise the bar, the old man said a few more words.

Zhao Chuanxin did not pick up.

He didn't have the time or patience to rub it slowly, and that wasn't the style of Lugang Town.

If you don't obey or something, it's over.

He pointed to the horses that had already finished a race: "Do you know where these horses are going?"

In fact, he is optimistic about No. 11, which is good to bring back as a stallion.

"If it's too late today, I'll stop at the racecourse for one night, and tomorrow I'll go back to my own home, Sha Tsui, Sai Kung, Lantau, anywhere. The most is to transport Taiping Mountain nearby."