Chapter 1

In Wuhan in July, the sky was hot and stuffy. Just after 9 a.m., the poisonous sun had begun to get angry, making people itch to sweat in their pores.

Hanzheng Street.

People who have been to Wuhan know this street, and those who have not been here have also heard the name of this street. This street is well-known.

Since ancient times, it has been a gathering place for merchants, and contemporary times are no exception. In the morning, the streets are busy. Those who opened stores, bought goods, wholesale, sold goods, and came to make trouble with gadgets gathered from all directions. The streets were bustling, bustling, and a hot trading scene.

However, at the moment, the three who came up were obviously not trading people.

The leading man, a black T-shirt and black leather pants, is in his twenties. His hair is long and short, with white inside. He wears a shawl and black sunglasses. He looks a bit handsome when he looks carefully.

With a cigarette in his mouth, he walked unsteadily, swaying left and right, and scratched his scalp with his little finger after taking a few steps. Then, no matter who was next to him, he just flipped. However, even if someone "wins the prize", the most is to feel sick and dare not provoke these people, because he seems to have four big words written on his face... I am a hooligan.

Of course, the hooligans on Hanzheng Street are not simple. Their two younger brothers are also very tough. They have short heads and black tight vests, outlining the powerful tiger back and bear chest. When the timid friend saw these two brothers, his legs and stomach trembled a little involuntarily.

The three of them came to the destination of this trip. The ground at the door of a house was full of firecracker skins, obviously in front of the shop that had just opened.

"Longhu Xiangmian hall."

The leading hooligan held his sunglasses in his hands and looked up. After reading it, he yawned lazily, pushed the glass and bounced the door, and walked into the store.

The decoration in the store is very simple, with white walls and white roofs, dotted with several pots of orchids. It can be seen that you didn't spend too much money on decoration. However, a few mahogany sofas are placed in the lobby of the store, which is of great value. Moreover, at this time, the air conditioner in this store has made the room cool and pleasant.

The rogue man is also the owner with amazing eyes. He nodded silently. The shopkeeper is probably not bad for money. Today, it should not be difficult to collect the protection fee.

"The environment of this noodle restaurant is good, but there is no table. Is it possible that the guests are all standing to eat noodles?" The tough little brother behind muttered, causing a little girl from the inner room to giggle.

The little girl is good. Her bright eyes are painted, her lips are red and her teeth are white. She has a moving beauty when she smiles. The leading rogue youth brightened up in front of his eyes, turned around and scolded, "he is a fairy. He doesn't know how to read more books at ordinary times. He is illiterate and humiliates me when he comes out. What noodle shop is her mother's noodle shop! Remember! It also needs culture to come out!"

After scolding the younger brother, the rogue youth turned back and grinned at the little girl, and introduced himself, "I don't know the girl's surname. I'm in xiayekong, and the merchants nearby call me brother Kong for their face."

Although Ye Kong was polite, he scolded the little brother's export for being dirty, which impressed the little girl deeply. Seeing that the boss's cigarette ash fell off while he was talking, the little girl immediately frowned and said impolitely, "uncle, please don't stand here and smoke!"

Who is Ye Kong? The hooligans in this street are local snakes. On weekdays, everyone else has to give face. Hearing what the little girl said, I immediately felt uncomfortable, not to mention the name. "Uncle", it's really hateful. My buddy is only 24 this year, and there's no serious girlfriend yet.

"Don't stand here and smoke? Does the eldest sister have to arrange a bed for her brother to lie down and smoke?" Ye Kong glanced at the little girl and asked back impolitely.

It's really difficult to deal with such a person with character. However, the little girl is not an ordinary person. She doesn't answer at all, but her willowy eyebrows stand upright, and she doesn't speak. Her beautiful eyes stare at Ye Kong.

Big eyes, small eyes, do not give in to each other.

I don't know whether the hooligan has a conscience. About ten seconds later, ye Kong raised his hand and said helplessly, "well, well, I'm afraid of you, and I'm out of it. Is it OK? Alas, these days, there's not even a place to smoke."

This man is not bad, but he knows better or worse, but he has too much character. The little girl held back her smile and reduced her bad feelings for this person. When the other party went out and threw away her cigarette butts, she said again, "my surname is Zhao. I'm the boss here. Three uncles. Do you want to meet and calculate your luck, or do you want to choose a name and a shop name."

Fortune telling is named. Generally, people in this industry are as old as possible. It's best to have white hair, white hair and three long whiskers. At first glance, it's like a longevity fairy, or wear sunglasses to pretend to be blind. Today, they are a little girl, and I don't know if they want to be deceived.

But ye Kong couldn't care about that, and came back and said, "boss Zhao, I never believe in feudal superstition, and I won't let others help me choose my fate, so you can't cheat my money."