At eight o'clock in the morning, the small alley of the residential area next to the Hongzhou Railway Station.

On either side of the door of a rice noodle shop where flies fly, four strong men are divided into two groups, either leaning against the wall and hugging their chests, or smoking cigarettes in their mouths, mocking silver-haired men.

He Zi'an sat with his back to the door on the left side of the wall, looking at the silver-haired man at the next table, and sighed in his heart.

In the 90s, it was good to say that all industries in society were as vigorous and vibrant as the rising sun, and to say that it was unpleasant was a chaotic period with no rules.

Information is not as developed as later generations, and it can be filmed and thrown on the Internet to attract attention.

At this moment, the thin silver-haired man dared to ask the boss if he was a robber and what the ending looked like.

Sure enough, the fat boss stood at the table and looked down at the silver-haired man amid the laughter of several strong men, pointed to the sour rice noodles on the table, and said: "The attitude makes Lao Tzu very unhappy, this bowl of rice noodles will charge you 200 yuan." ”

In 1990, the average monthly income of the whole society was only 200 yuan, and there was definitely no silver-haired man in dress.

Behind the silver-haired man stood one of the strong men, took out the cigarette butt in his mouth, threw it in the rice noodle soup, and said with a smile: "Don't break your legs, and then you have to finish this bowl of noodle soup." ”

The silver-haired man was expressionless, reached out and picked up the bowl, and when everyone didn't react, he threw it directly at the fat boss, and it was in the face.

Damn it!

There were four or five angry curses in the store.

"Beat Lao Tzu to death!" The boss shook his face and drank angrily.

Two strong men clenched their fists and attacked the silver-haired man.

On the right, He Zi'an turned his head to follow the two people who were monitoring him, and said, "Don't help yet." ”

The two sneered when they heard this.

One of them looked at the other side and said, "It's just a weak chicken, our brother can clean it up by any of us." ”

As soon as the words fell, I saw the silver-haired man on the opposite side sitting on a chair, stretching out his thin and swarthy left hand facing backwards, grabbing the wrist of the fist that hit his head, and without seeing much force, the owner of the fist 'flew' up and smashed it on the table.

At the same time, the silver-haired man's right hand brought the five fingers together and struck the inside of the leg of the other strong man.

Yes~

Both strong men screamed miserably.

"It's hard scum, don't look at it." The fat boss ordered his subordinates to attack with his fists.

The silver-haired man got up from his chair, grabbed the fist of the fat boss with his left hand, and still fingered him with his right hand, and then hit the fat boss on the Adam's apple.

Click~

The fat boss has a broken cartilage in his throat and can't even shout out his voice.

The two people who were monitoring He Zi'an also attacked, but they were easily taken down by the silver-haired man.

"The White Crane Boxing in my hometown is still the original version with the highest lethality." He Zi'an squinted his eyes and muttered quietly.

White Crane Boxing originated in Minhaiyong County, which was developed by the warriors who fought against the Qing soldiers in the Ming and Qing dynasties, and has nothing to do with martial arts, but is a pure killing technique.

At this moment, if the silver-haired man hadn't regained his strength, the fat boss would not have broken neck cartilage, but his head and body would have been separated.

"A week ago, there was a man who was 1.68 meters tall, with dark skin and double eyelids, carrying a backpack in his early forties, and speaking Minhai Mandarin, who was robbed of 500 yuan as soon as he got off the train station, and you did it." The silver-haired man squatted next to the fat boss and asked.

The fat boss was lying on the ground, his hands on his neck, his mouth couldn't make a sound, he could only blink his eyelids vigorously.

"Fellow, ask other people the same." He Zi'an reminded with the characteristic accent of Minhai people.

The silver-haired man glanced at him, then grabbed the collar of the strong man who smashed the table, and said, "A week ago......"

"Yes, yes." The strong man said in horror.

"Where is he now?"

"My boss ......" The strong man was afraid of being beaten, so he hurriedly reported a string of addresses.

The silver-haired man frowned, easily twisted the strong man to stand up, and said, "You lead the way!" ”

The strong man was afraid that the silver-haired man would beat him, and he was also afraid that the boss behind the scenes would make a move, and he would faint and die with his eyes closed in an instant.

The ground, including the fat boss, also immediately closed his eyes.

Seeing this, the silver-haired man pinched the strong man's neck with his hand, and said coldly with a cold look in his eyes: "I don't mind killing people!" ”

Whining~

The strong man cried and begged for mercy.

The silver-haired man was unmoved.

"Fellow, I'm still familiar with Hongzhou, and I know where that place is, I'll take you there." This He Zi'an stood up.

The silver-haired man turned his head and said, "Can the fellow scream indiscriminately?" ”

"Although I am from Luofeng County, one of the three coastal towns, it is said that we have belonged to a state and county since the Song Dynasty, so it is not too much to say that we are fellow villagers."

"It's okay to say Luofeng County."

"I'm sorry, I'm talking too much." He Zi'an pretended to be embarrassed.

Bang~

The silver-haired man threw aside the strong man in his hand, walked up to He Zi'an and stretched out his hand and said, "Tong Nan, from Baihe Town, Yongxian County." ”

"He Zi'an, a native of Luofeng County." He Zi'an shook hands with the boy and smiled.

Then the two left the rice noodle shop and walked out of the alley.

"Welcome back next time."

The fat lady who solicited guests on the side of the road greeted them warmly when she saw them.

He Zi'an smiled and said, "The boss is the eldest sister's man?" ”

"Not really." The fat sister didn't know what she meant, so she replied casually.

"The boss is a great man, you thank him for taking care of me." He Zi'an said.

The fat sister ran into the alley with some trepidation.

The boy squinted at He Zi'an and said, "You coastal people have a lot of eyes, and you have to make so many detours to say something." ”

"It's all a big city, why is there a whole region of discrimination." He Zi'an exclaimed.

"Hmph~ Uncle is doing a good job at home, I heard a person from Nanjin County suggest that he come to Hongzhou to engage in the ceramic business, but as a result, he was robbed of his money as soon as he got off the train, and he was kidnapped and asked for ransom." The boy sneered.

He Zi'an motioned for the boy to follow, and said as he walked: "New ceramics or old ceramics?" ”

"What new, old."

"Old ceramics are antiques, divided into pottery and porcelain, we are located in the northwest of Hongzhou, there is a thousand-year-old kiln town, the old and new industries are developing, there is indeed a head." He Zi'an explained.

"Next door to me is Dexian County, which is engaged in white porcelain, and my uncle is in this industry, so he didn't mention this."

"That looks like it's new." He Zi'an stopped and looked back at the alley in front of him, and said, "That group of people should have robbed according to the normal process without knowing your uncle's identity." ”

"A robbery is a robbery, and what is the process?"

"Don't be angry, fellow." He Zi'an turned his head back and grinned: "If your uncle is not engaged in old goods, it will be easier to handle." ”

"How?" The boy asked, slowing down.

He Zi'an walked as he walked, scanning the shops on the street back and forth, and said, "Let's eat first, I haven't eaten since I got on the train yesterday, and now I'm so hungry that my chest is pressed against my back." ”

"You're on the train, obviously it's roast chicken and instant noodles, and you haven't stopped talking all night."

"Fate, it's in the same carriage." He Zi'an exclaimed.

"I own a grocery store in the second-hand market in Luofeng, and I've been seeing you come and go for the past few months." The boy said.