"Yes, it's a fake police officer."

Yaoyang nodded and said.

"You are a policeman, so how come you got together with Liangkun and did things for him?"

I am more interested in recruiting essays.

Yaoyang shrugged and explained:

"I'm not doing anything for him, I'm just helping to pass on a few words. As for the police, I'm just a small prison guard."

"Oh? Prison guards are also police?"

Undoubtedly, a large state that can become one of the four major groups is not considered a "good" large state in itself.

In other words, this grand magistrate is more agile than other grand magnates and does not care about the so-called black and white.

Yaoyang's words resonated with Zhao Wenji, making him have a good first impression of him and feeling that he was somewhat similar to himself.

"It seems like you are not a good policeman, let alone a prison guard!"

Zhao Wenji played with the windshield in his hand, playing with the taste."

I’ve never seen a bohemian lawyer like you!”

Not to be outdone, Yaoyang retorted.

"Hahaha, okay, a bad prison guard and a bad lawyer, should we have a glass of liquor now and make friends?"

Zhao Wenji became more interested.

"Lei Yaoyang!"

Zhao Wenji took the initiative to ask to make friends. Yaoyang was very happy, stretched out his hand and introduced himself.

Zhao Wenji also stretched out his hand, shook Yaoyang's hand, indicating that he understood, and then said:

"Let's go, Sir Lei, let's talk somewhere else. It's really noisy here."

While talking, Zhao Wenji looked around at the bird cages, indicating that the "noisy" he said was not false.

"Okay, anyway, I have a day off today..."

Yaoyang was about to agree and deepen his relationship with Zhao Wenji.

Unexpectedly, Wenji suddenly slapped his forehead and changed his words:

"No, not now, Sir Lei. Let's drink it next time. There is something wrong with my chariot and I need to deal with it immediately."

Well……

Before he could finish his sentence, he was interrupted by the other party. Yaoyang was really unhappy with this man's cunning style, but he remained calm and said with a smile:

"Then next time!"

After all, recruiting Wenji was not nonsense. He came in with a windshield, and even a fool could tell that there was something wrong with his car.

Liangkun once mentioned that Wenji loves his classic cars.

Although Yaoyang couldn't understand it, he could accept it.

"Okay, then we've made an agreement, Stanley Lei Yaoyang, I've made a note of it, I'll make an appointment with you when I'm free."

Zhao Wenji stood up directly and left without asking for his address or phone number. He left a word and left like that.

Only Yaoyang was left shaking his head secretly and thinking:

"After all, this is not a movie, and I am not the protagonist after all. It is really difficult to ask others to do things. It seems that laundering black money with the Differ Group is not feasible for the time being. Maybe I have to find another way."

With a slightly depressed mood, Yaoyang got up, paid the bill, left the teahouse, and started wandering aimlessly on the streets of Mong Kok.

…

"Young man, do you want to come and play with three flavors and one color, all five flavors?"

"Sir, these clothes I have are pretty good. They are all newly arrived goods. Do you want to choose some?"

"Boss, don't leave. The pineapple buns here are very famous. These have just been baked. How about buying some to take away?"

As the most densely populated area in Hong Kong City, the streets of Mong Kok are completely crowded during the day.

In this era, the management of small businesses and hawkers is undoubtedly very inadequate.

Ordinary people don't have the money to open a shop in such a prosperous place, so many street vendors, one cart and one person, form a stall.

Yaoyang was walking on the street, and because his height was so eye-catching, he was grabbed by some vendors from time to time.

There are even some Fenglou girls who want to test whether this person is as powerful as his height.

Yaoyang ignored most of these and kept walking forward with the crowd, and soon he spent an hour shopping.

At this moment, a young and high-pitched male voice came into Yaoyang's ears:

“Beef offal and fish eggs are on sale today, buy five and get one free, so pass by, don’t miss it!”

The male voice is a purely stylistic pronunciation, but the content is what makes Yaoyang's ears bright.

Buy five and get one free. A seller of beef offal and fish eggs actually thought of this kind of promotion method. What a genius!

Although this kind of promotion method is already a routine that is almost worn out in the eyes of people in the new century.

Now in the 1980s, such a method was thought of, which really means that "talent is among the people".

After all, this is not the era of later generations where "the boss ran away with his sister-in-law and owed 500 million yuan" and "no gifts will be accepted during the Chinese New Year this year".

And this kind of hawking content also gives Yaoyang a great sense of intimacy.

By some strange coincidence, Yaoyang, who didn't like the excitement, walked toward the shouts.

"Damn, there are so many people."

After walking less than ten steps, Yaoyang was blocked in the center of the crowd, unable to enter or exit.

There was actually a nymphomaniac in the crowd secretly eating Yaoyang’s tofu, it was incredible!

Yaoyang had the height advantage, but he could vaguely see a small stall, like a new century barbecue stall, placed not far in front.

There were crowds of people around the stall, and almost everyone was holding boxes and tokens, busy eating.

"The personality of someone who likes to take advantage is exactly the same no matter where they are or what era they are."

"There are women who are better than men... it's really genetic."

Yaoyang sighed in his heart.

Due to his status, Yaoyang has fully adapted to the "glorious image" after a period of experience and forbearance.

Being squeezed into a crowd, I didn't want to take advantage of my strength, so I could only move forward slowly with the crowd.

One minute, two minutes... A full ten minutes passed, and Yaoyang only moved a dozen steps forward. Fortunately, he could already see the stall clearly, and the owner of the stall could also take a general look.

"Brother, you've got your fish eggs."

"Uncle, now that you have got the offal, please move forward and don't move."

"Beautiful girl, did you come here yesterday and again today? You have discernment, I will give you a little more."

The boss is a young man of about seventeen or eighteen years old, with black hair, bronze skin, and a height of about 1.8 meters. He is definitely not short at all. In addition to his youthful appearance, he can be called a handsome guy, even though he works as a hawker.

He was doing his job, and he was dressed in cheap and casual clothes, but his movements were quite charming.

Yaoyang was also shocked by the young man's face.

That face was so familiar to Yaoyang. Even though Jiang Zhen didn't like watching TV in his previous life, Yaoyang was still familiar with this figure who was active on TV and the Internet.

Young Goo Jai, this is it!

It's just a little bit uglier than myself and the reader's father, but with a face that makes her stand out from the crowd no matter where she is.

Yes, what appeared not far away from Yaoyang was not an ordinary person. He actually looked exactly like Gu Zai, but he was obviously younger.

"This place is different from the previous life. This person is definitely not Gu Zai, so who is he?"

"Jimmy, Lu Zhenglian is still..."

I should have known that Goo Jai was the man who supported half of the Hong Kong variety movies in later years, and he auditioned for quite a few leading roles and supporting roles.

Strong curiosity arose, and Yaoyang, who was already about to give up and leave, once again patiently continued to squeeze in with the crowd, just like buying train tickets during the Spring Festival, wanting to "buy fish balls".

By the way, let's have a few words with that young man.

"Go forward, thank you boss! Boss who has already purchased, please go forward."

The young people are so busy that while selling things, they have to greet the customers to move forward so as not to affect their business.

In the noisy street, it is so difficult to use your own voice to drown out everything else.

However, the hard-working spirit shown by the young people is really admirable. The shouting did not stop from the beginning to the end, and the voice was obviously a little hoarse.

"Uncle, take your offal. Thank you for the twenty yuan. Please move forward."

With the continuous efforts of the young boss, the flow of people slowly moved forward, and in about ten minutes, Yaoyang finally arrived in front of the stall.

Gulu gulu...
To be continued...