"Hong Kong newspaper, the third wind ball will be landed soon. At that time, the whole Hong Kong will usher in a severe storm within three days. I hope the citizens will be prepared..."

The beautiful voice of the female broadcaster came from the radio.

Yau Ma Tei, Chezai noodle stall.

At eight o'clock in the evening, there were not many guests, except for two old customers, a young man in white.

The young man wears a very decent dress, white suits, white pants, and black leather shoes, spotlessly clean, and he looks like a person with status at first glance.

He ordered a bowl of mixed noodles by himself and placed his white hat next to his left hand. He seemed very hungry, poured vinegar water, and ate it deliciously.

"His grandma's bear! When will this ghost weather end?" The bald boss angrily threw the dirty white towel on his shoulder and looked out at the dark sky.

Those who do small businesses like him almost rely on the gods to make a living.

The weather is good, so many people come to visit the noodles. Once the weather changes, he can't stand the storm and storm. The tables, chairs and benches are overturned. Maybe even the guys who eat will be destroyed, let alone the customers.

"Don't complain, Shandong guy! Many people are worse than you, just say that those sacrificial families don't even have to eat salt when they encounter this kind of weather!"

"Yes, there are those who rely on the sea to eat, and the family can't go hungry! As for you, you can at least go back and cook a few bowls of mixed noodles by yourself!" two old customers teased.

The bald boss snorted, "You know what's the big deal! I'll pay double the money this month to those bastards! Grandma's bear has made little money and is trying hard to fleece. Now I'm facing this kind of ghost weather again

, it's simply not alive!"

It seemed as if to verify the words of the bald boss, two military policemen walked over from a distance with batons in their hands.

"Shandong man, is the business good tonight, so many people?" A fat policeman knocked on the chopping board with a baton.

"You're blind, there are only three people here!" said the bald boss angrily.

"Pu, Em, how do you talk to the superior?" Another thin military policeman stepped forward and pointed the bald boss at the nose.

The bald boss immediately surrendered: "Sir, don't be angry! You know I am from Shandong and have a bad temper. Sometimes I can't speak in my heart. I didn't intend to offend me just now!"

"Oh, no problem, I am actually easy to talk to!" The fat military police winked at the thin military police.

Crackling!

The two of them turned around and overturned the bowl on the car.

"You must be kind to make money when doing business. Don't be rude to your superiors at any time!" The fat military police smiled and didn't laugh. They picked up the baton and sprinkled a pot of sausage on the floor!

"Please, don't do this!" The bald boss cried, "I didn't mean it! I apologize to you and I kowtow to you!"

The bald boss said that he was about to kneel down to the fat military and police.

The fat military police carried his chin with a baton, making him unable to kneel down: "Don't! We are public servants, how much do you mean to kneel down?"

The bald boss wanted to cry but couldn't fall down.

A regular customer couldn't stand it.

"Are you mistaken? Are you bullying people like this? Is there any other way to the king?"

The fat military police laughed and looked at the man.

Another familiar guest immediately pulled him: "Say less so that he won't burn himself!" As he said that, he pulled his companions up and apologized to the fat military police: "Well, he didn't mean it, we left after eating the noodles!"

The fat military police nodded with satisfaction and turned to look at the bald boss: "Don't kneel down for me, you just need to pay me the double fee for this month, and I'll let you go!"

"Double fee?" The bald boss was stunned and spread his hands and said, "I have no money! After collecting plain clothes, firefighters, firefighters, you guys! You have to pay the fees to those clubs and gangs! Please, I'm selling miscellaneous goods.

I don’t want to open a restaurant, so let me go!”

The fat military police grinned: "They are them, we are us! Now I will give you two ways, either pay or get out! Don't let me see you set up a stall in the future!"

Seeing that crying was useless, the bald boss had to say, "Even if you want to charge, you have to wait until the end of the month. There are no more than three or four days left."

The fat military police knocked on the radio with a baton and said viciously: "Didn't you hear that there will be a storm in the next three days - you want us to come and collect fees, and you're a ghost!"

"I, I don't mean that!"

"You don't mean this, how many things do you mean?"

The two military and police were furious and were about to teach the bald boss a lesson. The man in white who was eating noodles put down his chopsticks and said, "It's so full! The boss will pay the bill!"

Everyone looked at the young man together.

The young man took out his handkerchief to wipe his mouth, not caring about everyone's eyes at all. After wiping his mouth, he folded the handkerchief and put it away. Then he took out his wallet and asked, "How much does it cost?"

The fat military police and the thin military police looked at each other and smiled. They were about to go over and repair this bold and obscene guy. Suddenly, they saw the gun when the young man lifted his clothes - and not one, but two!

The black revolver and the other golden Browning are even more shining.

White suit, revolver.

The fat military and police seemed to think of something at the same time, and a cold sweat broke out on their foreheads.

"Chenghui, Wujiao!" The bald boss hurried over.

The young man took out a piece and handed it to the boss, "No need to look for the rest!"

"this--"

"Your noodles are delicious!" The young man said, pinching his hat and standing up, putting on his hat, then he walked towards the fat military and police.

The fat military and thin military police saw the young man coming, and they didn't even dare to breathe.

The young man smiled slightly: "You big boss, Bodhisattva power?"

"Yes, yes!" replied the fat military police.

"I have met him once, and he has helped me, so this time--" the young man raised his eyebrows: "Get out!"

The word "get out" was out, and the fat military and police immediately ran away, fearing that they would run slowly.

The two regular customers and the bald boss looked at the scene in disbelief.

They couldn't figure out why the arrogant and domineering military and police were afraid of a young man?

After drinking two flower-waisted boys, the young man turned around and said to the bald boss, "Closing the stall, it really will change the sky!" After that, he looked up at the night sky, and dark clouds rolled in.

Seeing that the young man was about to leave, the bald boss thanked him again and said, "So what if the weather changes? God doesn't give us a way out! How can we pay so much money?"

Thinking of the double fee at the end of the month, the bald boss no longer cared about his dignity and squatted on the ground and sobbed with his head.

The young man was about to leave, but when he heard this, he turned around and looked at the boss, then said, "Why are you crying for a real man? Besides, the storm may not be a bad thing, but it may be a good thing, and there may be a turnaround by the end of the month!"

"How is that possible?" The bald boss raised his head and looked at the young man with tears in his eyes.

The young man smiled: "Everything is possible!"
Chapter completed!