The street lights stood quietly and suddenly shook. The surround moths flew out in shock. The basketball stand not far away dragged the friction moans and was still shaking slightly.

"I haven't called to start yet-"

The black host looked at the stack of banknotes pulled away by the Jews and stood up from the wooden box in a hurry. On the other side of the venue, Wang Ruhu raised his face and looked straight at him, his beard was wide open, and the corners of his mouth were wide open.

"Haha...what did you say?!"

Harold Yang took the stack of banknotes and raised his eyebrows at the black man on the wooden box: "My boxer is asking you what he said just now, it's too far away, he can't hear clearly, so he asks you to say it again."

Looking at the Jewish expression in front of him, he knew that the other party was provoking, but he saw the Eastern man who was also eyeing him, and wanted to drive his subordinates to beat the two of them up, and he couldn't say anything in his throat.

He looked at the other person's eyes again, quickly moved away his gaze, almost subconsciously closed his mouth, his body trembled for a moment, and the momentum he had just shouted suddenly shrank back.

"Let's go."

Wang Ruhu looked around silently and called Harold to leave. The latter took the banknote and made several kisses around him. He limped and walked out of the dilapidated block with excitement. His fingertips were dipped in saliva, and he skillfully counted the stack of beautiful knives.

"Five thousand four...those four hundred are considered as my verbal expenses for asking for advice and bargaining."

Harold pulled out the four pieces before he waved them twice, and Wang Ruhu grabbed them and simply put them in his pocket.

"Don't even think about it. I'll go to the supermarket to buy some wine, bread, and fruits. I'll call the sisters in the stairs and Uncle Long to invite them to eat together."

"Why?"

"It should...it's called favor." Wang Ruhu didn't know, but seeing that Uncle Long sometimes does this, he was obviously stinky, but the surrounding businesses and neighbors all had a good relationship with him. The old man said that this was called favor and worldly style. He asked him to learn more and he would always use it in the future.

Harold rubbed the small whiskers and thought about the meaning of the words, "Actually, it is just to use some small favors to make others kind to you, and he can get greater benefits in the future. That's the meaning, right?"

"Why does it feel like it's changed when it comes out of your mouth?"

"I'm a businessman. By the way, that black fat man is dead?"

"What do you think?"

"It should be dead...I don't know if you do it yet... Oh, my Grandpa Tiger, that move just now was so handsome. Why didn't you see you use it when Tagong Prison?"

"Not useful."

"Why? The people here are very strong?"

"It's very weak, much weaker than the boxers in prison." Wang Ruhu turned around and looked at the block far behind him, looked down at his palm, his voice was very soft.

"I hope there will be a stronger one in the future."

Afterwards, they avoided a patrol police car on the street. The two returned to Chinatown and picked up a selection in a nearby supermarket. When they came out, they were covered with plastic bags of all sizes, including Chinese braised snacks, candies, fruits, and Wang Ruhu even resisted a box of beer on his shoulder.

When he walked into the rented building, the woman who had not yet fallen asleep saw the two of them coming back with so many things, he joked with the guardrail if he was treating them to eat.

"It's just for everyone!" Wang Ruhu put down a box of beer and shouted loudly to the upstairs. The women who had already fallen asleep on the second floor also got up one after another. They have been familiar with each other these days, and they are treating each other again. They are saving money on weekdays and are reluctant to eat. There is no reason to not eat now. They wear pajamas and casually put on a coat and ask the familiar ones to come downstairs.

Li Lan also put on a single dress and saw Wang Ruhu carrying tables and chairs from the store, leaning over and pulling the corner of the man's clothes.

"Ahu, where did you get the money? Don't do bad things."

"It's better to drink the wine as well."

Putting down the table, Wang Ruhu called a group of women to eat casually. He was about to answer Li Lan, Uncle Long, in another building, was still wearing a vest, with a big belly, stepped on flip-flops, and glanced at the things on the table.

"Ahu, you are so prosperous, so generous."

"There is nothing, I just make a few hundred yuan." Wang Ruhu didn't know how to talk to them about the black boxing, so he found a reason to make excuses.

"Everyone is very good at taking care of himself, so he just wants to spend some money and buy something for everyone."

The old man opened the beer can, shook the palm-leaf fan, and smiled on his face, but his eyes kept staring at the woman's pajamas around the table, without waiting for a moment to blink.

"It's a good thing to learn to be enlightened. Next time, buy more, Uncle Long can afford it... It's better to do this every day."

Qingqing rented a downstairs coldly, and a can of beer was pulled open and the woman was picking up the foam. The woman who had drunk her cheeks flushed. She ran to the store to move a chair and drank and joked, chatting about her daily work. She was wronged and scolded the boss with tears in her eyes, which attracted other women to follow her. Uncle Long pulled Harold and sat next to her, and toasted her from time to time, then turned her head and looked at the white calves under the women's skirts.

In the atmosphere, Li Lan held a bag of chicken wings and looked at the figure talking and drinking with the Jews. She was still a little worried, and went over and called "Ahu." Then she walked to the stone steps downstairs.

Seeing her expression, Wang Ruhu probably guessed what she was thinking, and took a can of beer and simply sat down to the stone steps.

"Sister Lan, you are worried about my money..."

"Did you go bet?"

"No."

In fact, there is nothing to hide when boxing. I reached out and pulled the woman and asked her to sit down next to her: "I made it with both hands."

He shook his right hand in front of Li Lan. The woman's eyes were full of doubts, and her fists were covered with thick calluses. She immediately understood what the sentence meant. Her heart seemed to have been pinched, and she instinctively grabbed the man's arm. The muscles she touched were as hard as stones, and she couldn't hold it at all, so she slid down directly.

"Ahu... are you going to box?"

"Look at my physique, wouldn't it be a pity if I don't go to box?"

Wang Ruhu smiled. He knew that the woman in front of him really regarded him as his brother, otherwise he would not have rushed up to block him immediately during the day.

After taking a sip of beer, he suddenly laughed again, "Sister Lan, you don't have to worry about that black man causing trouble for you during the day."

"You hit him?"

Li Lan was originally in conflict with boxing. When she heard this, she opened her mouth slightly and grabbed Wang Ruhu in surprise, "Are you injured?"

"No, that black guy is much more miserable."

"How miserable is it?" The woman's eyes lit up when she heard that the big black man who had bullied her was beaten.

"I fell like a turtle, and I'm afraid I won't dare to come to Chinatown in the future."

"Hahaha......."

Li Lan remembered the scene of the tall and fat black man falling like a turtle. She smiled and leaned back and forth, pulled the wound, covered her bruised mouth and swollen cheeks in pain, and gently hit the man next to her with her hand.

"Don't make me laugh, it hurts."

Wang Ruhu was still beaten by her, pinching the beer can and tilting his head up and drinking it. The black man had actually been beaten to death by him, but he just didn't want to say it in front of the woman. After all, this woman regarded him as her younger brother and didn't want her to know that she had killed someone today.

"What happened later? What did the nigger say? Are you afraid of you?"

After laughing, Li Lan couldn't help asking again. Want to know the nigger's defeated look, Wang Ruhu made up some embarrassing words to deal with it. After a while, he suddenly spoke.

"Sister Lan, um...Why are you so kind to me when I first came? You invited me to drink and cook for me again."

On the other side, the woman's smile gradually subsided. She held the bag of chicken feet in her hands and clenched her thighs. She pursed her lips and looked at the group of people in front of her laughing and scolding, and a smile slowly rose on her face.

"Sister said, don't be angry... Actually, at first sight, I wanted to have a backer. You are so burly, no one dared to mess with you easily... Later, I really thought about treating you as my brother. I haven't been home for several years and I have no relatives around me. A month before the Chinese New Year, the building was empty, and only Uncle Long and me were left. When I was missing home, I called and asked me if I had made any money."

Li Lan's voice was a little choked, and she sniffed, and her hands were wrapped around the corners of her eyes, her eyes were red.

"...... When I saw you, I felt very stable and down-to-earth. I wanted to find a relative here, and there would be someone who would eat dumplings together during the Chinese New Year and the holidays."

As he said that, the woman turned her face while sucking her nose, blinking her red eyes, "I'm good at making dumplings, do you believe it?"

"I believe it."

Wang Ruhu smiled, reached out and hugged the woman's shoulder, pulled her to her shoulder like a younger brother, and patted her gently, "When the festival is over, Sister Lan, you have to pack it for me to eat with her."

"Um."

The woman raised her face, took Wang Ruhu's collar, and patted some dust on her shoulder, "My brother is a talented person, tall and burly. As a sister, she wants to give you a gift, just treat it as a reward for standing up for her sister today!"

On the side, the man stretched out his hand and said, "Get it."

"not yet."

Seeing Wang Ruhu's expression of surprise, Li Lan smiled happily, took her strong shoulders and stood up, patting the dust on her butt.

"However, I have asked Tailor Xu from the next street to help me make it. I will definitely look good when you wear a suit."

As he said that, he picked up his chin.

"But there is a condition, when you put it on, you must show it to me first!"

"good!"

Wang Ruhu then stood up, touched her fists, and then went over to have fun with everyone. Harold had almost drunk the drinks there. Uncle Long was pulling the punches with his red face. He had just learned Chinese style "boxing" and was not very good at it, so he was fed several cans.

"Oh, my grandfather Tiger...I feel that I am now Chinese, and Uncle Long gave me a Chinese-Hong Kong-style name."

Wang Ruhu pulled open the stool and sat down next to him: "What's the name?"

"Call...Call...What?"

Harold stammered for a long time, and the fat old man opposite slapped the table: "Call Daoist Ming, look, with your friends, the road is clear, and it has many meanings!"

"Good name." Wang Ruhu also thought it was good, so he took a can of beer opened by Li Lan, met the two of them for a while, and then toasted the women around him.
Chapter completed!