Chapter 8 We follow the rules
It will be very quick.
Even gangsters in Shanghai are very particular and don't stay overnight.
Since I said I would get you, I would get you right away until you open the soft file.
It was not even eleven o'clock yet, but Jing Xiaoqiang had already left work as usual and went to a wonton stall on the street behind the dance hall.
It's just a few square meters at the corner of an alley. There's no real decoration in the store, and there are a few movie posters on the wall to hide the dirt of the old house.
But the tables and chairs were clean, and together with the stove at the door, they had the inevitable greasy sheen that comes with long-used items.
In the dimness of the summer night, the tempting aroma of food wafts through the air.
Maybe because he was a stage set designer, Jing Xiaoqiang quite liked this kind of scene. It had a different atmosphere from the life in Pingjing that he remembered.
I ordered some wontons and stood at the door watching the boss put the food into the wok. The boss's wife was busy wrapping the wontons skillfully.
But in just a few seconds, the thin man who usually held the long chopsticks and the bamboo strainer tensed up all over and looked terrified.
The former stage designer and makeup artist habitually observes the appearance of these characters at all times. The tall and thin man has pockmarks on his face, a strong beard and sparse hair. He wears an apron with blue sleeves, stands straight and moves swiftly, so the changes in his expression are very obvious.
When I turned around, I saw dark shadows everywhere in the narrow alleys, surrounding me with hostility.
It doesn't make people think that they are diners at all.
Jing Xiaoqiang stretched out his hand to remind the boss: "Make it a little softer later. If it's hard, it's not good for digestion..."
While doing this, he took a pair of disposable chopsticks from the bamboo tube next to the stove.
He tore off the plastic wrapping, bit it horizontally in his mouth and turned around.
I could vaguely see the manager of the dance hall giving orders on the street more than ten meters away.
But the young men approaching him said nothing , and surrounded him and pushed him into the alley next to him.
Jing Xiaoqiang smiled inwardly, what an expert!
Those who curse and challenge others before taking action are gangsters and hooligans.
Because yelling and cursing can give yourself energy and courage, and stir up your blood and rush forward.
Standard professional work does not require these.
He also walked into the alley without saying a word, almost surrounded by people...
In the dark and deserted alley, there was a muffled sound of flesh colliding.
The chopsticks and strainer held by the tall and thin man were shaking, and the proprietress with a melon-shaped face kept her head down and dared not look at the street.
Who would have thought that after a while, Jing Xiaoqiang was shaking his hands vigorously and rubbing his arms crosswise. It was so painful!
He is thin and doesn't have the ability to withstand blows like people in their thirties or forties.
You really need to eat more and exercise more!
Standing in front of the stunned boss, he was already drooling: "Add more vinegar..."
The cheap wooden chopsticks were still in his mouth, slurring his words.
But I heard hurried footsteps behind me. I turned around and saw someone holding something in his hand!
With the help of the incandescent light at the door of the food store, you can see the butterfly knife that is very popular in recent movies and TV shows. It is extremely thin and sharp, which makes people shudder at the sight of it!
Moreover, as he rushed forward quickly, it was also spinning and flying rapidly in his hands!
It's like a ball of silver light covering the hands, and it's obvious that he's a trained swordsman!
Bang!
As a result, just as he got closer, Jing Xiaoqiang suddenly rushed forward and punched him in the face!
The combination of Jing Xiaoqiang's own inertia, his leopard-like swift charge, and the perfect joints of his fist.
The swordsman's eyes were wide open, and it was written: Why don't you follow the rules? I haven't even stood firm yet and I'm still showing off...
He fainted unwillingly , and the shiny knife fell several times on the sidewalk tiles with clanging sounds.
The person behind was stunned for a moment, pulled out a machete from the folded newspaper in his hand, and chopped at him!
Jing Xiaoqiang then stretched out his hand, bit the disposable chopsticks in his mouth and pulled them apart, while he continued to move forward!
But at the moment of getting close, he quickly dodged sideways to avoid the flashing silver light of the knife, and the sharp tip of the torn chopsticks in his right hand had already stabbed into his arm!
The so-called practice means having rich fighting experience and being familiar with various coping routines.
The opponent was so reckless and chopped with all his might. He was brave but did not use any defense at all.
Instead, Jing Xiaoqiang deliberately came forward to induce him, but he was suddenly dodged and missed.
Uncomfortable!
His entire body was on the side of Jing Xiaoqiang, and he even lost his balance in slow motion. This guy just felt a sharp pain in his arm muscles when he tripped!
And it's the kind that hooks the ankle heavily and pulls it up!
The action of raising the knife and slashing fiercely seemed to be full of ferocity, but in the end he was pulled up and down, his hands and feet flew away, and his whole face hit the ground hard!
The machete fell with a clang.
The knifeman who had turned over with difficulty had blood all over his face and was dizzy.
But a wild beast-like howl came from his throat, and he pressed hard on the chopsticks stuck in his arm, feeling extremely terrified!
Jing Xiaoqiang only heard the sound of the other party tumbling to the ground, and did not even look back.
Facing the last muscular man in his thirties, he spit out half of the chopsticks in his mouth with a tui.
He spread his hands as if he was playing with a wild animal, crouched on his knees and took small steps, his arms and fingers moving non-stop...
It seems to be saying, come on, come and play!
I'll stick with you till the end!
No one said a word from beginning to end, but these sudden and fierce punches really hit the flesh.
Everything showed that this tall and thin young man was a martial artist.
In fact, Jing Xiaoqiang was constantly stretching his muscles and activating his blood circulation. His arms, wrists and fingers, which had not been trained systematically, were all swollen and painful.
But you can't lose your momentum. At this moment, you should be like a ferocious beast biting and go straight towards the opponent.
The man in his thirties was already timid!
I was standing next to the manager of the nightclub with two brothers, and I thought he was going to be beaten up by a bunch of younger brothers for singing, but he failed to escape.
In the end, even holding a knife couldn't solve the problem.
The old bastards in the urban area are not in a life-or-death situation. They have plenty of ways to make money and gain benefits, which is very different from the tough guys in the poor mountains and bad waters.
Besides, the 1990s was the peak period of the nationwide crackdown on hooliganism, and there were not so many desperate criminals.
Bullying good men and women is a skilled business.
Now when I meet a tough guy, I know I’ll just kick against a steel plate.
Seeing his evasive look, Jing Xiaoqiang glanced over coldly and saw the face of the dance hall manager who was so frightened that his cigarette dropped to the ground.
He walked closer, grabbed the other person's chin in a very humiliating manner, and patted him twice.
As the saying goes, don’t hit someone in the face. The other party may think that this is a deliberate humiliation, and instead feel relieved and quickly give in: “I was wrong, I was wrong, let me go, this will never happen again…”
Before he finished speaking, he realized that the hand pinching his chin was actually trying to stabilize his face or measure the distance!
With the other hand, he hit him on the face with a preserved egg!
Half of my face was swollen and the pain was so severe that I didn't even scream out.
I felt my jaw loosened and then I was punched hard in the stomach. I was completely suffocated!
The whole person was thrown into the air like a shrimp, and fell to the ground, kicking his legs. The only thing in his mind was whether he could catch his breath.
I’m dying! I’m dying!
Jing Xiaoqiang turned around. The strong man who hadn't dared to take advantage of the opportunity to attack was completely scared. He clasped his hands and stepped aside: "It was this bastard who asked us to come. He didn't recognize the great man. From now on, we will not interfere with each other and will not come again."
Jing Xiaoqiang endured the pain in his hands and feet, and returned to the shop with a cold face and calm demeanor. The wontons just came out of the pot were not too hot.
It was only when I picked it up to eat that I realized my paws were shaking violently ...
It’s not that I’m afraid, it’s just that my physical body really can’t do it.
The adrenaline rush is unbearable.
It really takes practice.
But the next day the entire dance hall community was in an uproar.
Wenfeng Dance Hall is the most mixed place. Mr. Wen, who always treats all the bosses as brothers, appeared in front of everyone with a purple eye circle on his face.
Countless people witnessed him slamming the floor in the symphony orchestra ballroom, wanting to give that little brat a meal, but ended up having a seafood feast himself?
And it is said that the group of tough guys on the railway line who were most familiar with him have all gone back to lie down.
Some curious people went to ask the boss over there, and he asked in a bad mood that if he had the guts, he could go and fight them himself.
If you can't beat them, you have to lie down!
This is the rule in Shanghai. If you don't insist on taking someone's life, it's not worth it.
The news spread from Wenfeng Ballroom to other places. Many people went to Wenfeng to see the peep show, and then went to the symphony orchestra to see this handsome guy who could sing and fight!
You should know that Wenfeng Dance Hall was the first to launch night disco, and gangsters were also the first to gather here.
Basically, people from all districts of Shanghai hang out in this place, because girls who are looking for something new and exciting all like disco.
Here gathered the most beautiful women in Shanghai, from all walks of life, including stewardesses, canary-billed girls, and schoolgirls.
Now everyone goes to the Symphony Orchestra Ballroom.
The latest songs, the liveliest venues...and an indescribable sense of security.
Anyway, everyone in Wenfeng Ballroom is waiting to see who is stubborn enough to take on the challenge.
But at this time, another group of people set their sights on Jing Xiaoqiang.
Well-mannered professors.
