"Master Liu, someone is looking for you outside. It seems like they are from the underworld.”
Liu Jun arrived at the police station around eight in the morning. He made himself a cup of tea and sat in his seat, blowing on the foam. A uniformed police officer walked in and reported.
"Oh, let them in." As Liu Jun spoke, he took out two packs of cigarettes from the drawer and threw them to the uniformed officer.
"Thank you, Master Liu!"
The uniformed officer caught the cigarette and put it in his pocket, thanking him profusely. These were cigarettes given out by Liu Jun. Everyone in the police station knew that although Liu Jun liked to give out cigarettes, it was rare for him to receive two packs at once.
Generally, people who could receive two packs of cigarettes were people who were useful to Liu Jun. From another perspective, they had the chance to become " one of their own."
Everyone knew that Liu Jun's momentum was strong now. If they followed him, they would definitely be able to live well.
Not long after the uniformed officer left, a middle-aged man in a short shirt walked in. When Liu Jun saw the man's appearance, he frowned and showed dissatisfaction.
"You're selling your old wealth, right? Three lines of noodles?" the middle-aged man said in a jargon tone.
The general meaning was,"You have something to do with our line (Old Rong Xing)?" Is there any favor to be said?"
The simple meaning was that if there was a relationship, they could use it to climb up. If there was, then everyone could sit down and talk about it amicably.
Liu Jun didn't reply to the middle-aged man's words. Instead, he leaned forward and lifted his shirt. There wasn't a moth tattoo on his chest.
Liu Jun thought to himself," Sure enough." Then, he pulled hard. He did not see the " blue butterfly " on his left shoulder blade. He took off his clothes directly and saw a blue butterfly tattoo on his left elbow.
Pa!
Liu Jun slapped the middle-aged man's face." Lao Jiachan, I said yesterday that I would let the head of the family come to see me. Did you think that I was talking nonsense? You, a little bastard, dare to put on an act?”
Yesterday, when he saw the thieves working on the ferry and the blue butterfly on their left wrist, Liu Jun could tell that they were from " Old Rongxing."
" Blue butterfly on the left wrist, tweezer handle on the right hand " was Old Rongxing's symbol.
Old Rong Xing was also known as Xiao Zhuan Men, which referred to the thief industry. Old Rong and Xiao Zhuan were their titles, and some people called them " tweezers."
Old Rong Hang was divided into five transactions, which were wheel money, friend money, black money, white money, and high price.
Wheel money referred to stealing from vehicles, and Old Rong, who ate flywheels, stole from trains. Of course, there were also cases of theft on ships and cars.
Friend's money referred to stealing from a " friend " that he was not familiar with. A friend was not a real friend, but someone that he had met and talked to before.
Black money referred to working at night to steal things and not doing any work during the day.
White money referred to working during the day and not working at night.
High-end thieves were thieves who specialized in stealing from banks, jewelry stores, gold shops, silk shops, and other businesses. These were high-level thieves who earned a lot of money and were generally more skilled.
Old Rong's group was very orderly during the old society. They were not fighting alone, but organized.
Every dock or district had a boss, and every province and city had a boss. These people were the so-called " king of thieves."
In the old society, Old Rong stole things from work. He didn't sell them for money immediately.
They were going to give the things to the ladle and let the ladle keep them for three days.
In these three days, if someone used their connections to come looking for you, it meant that you had stolen from a rich and powerful family. Then, you should quickly return the things to them so that you wouldn't offend someone you couldn't afford to offend.
If there was nothing to do, they could sell the items and split the money according to the ratio. In the jargon, this was called picking and gnawing (selling for money), and sharing the money according to the ratio of heads.
In the old society, there were rules in all walks of life. There were local Jianghu people doing business in every place, and outsiders were generally not allowed to enter.
Just like Old Rong Xing, every place had a local thief door and a ladle.
If Old Rong wanted to come over to work, he had to greet his local counterparts first. This was called paying respects.
In the coastal or riverside areas, they called this form the worship pier.
" Pfft..." The middle-aged man opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood. There was a tooth mixed in the blood." Since the police officer knows our Old Rong Xing, how dare you hit me?"”
Pa!
Two!
"Can we talk properly?"
"Wuuu…"
Pa!
Four!
"Can we talk nicely…"
"Yes…Yes…"
With seven teeth missing, the middle-aged man's mouth was already leaking air, and his speech became unclear.
"Face the wall and squat down.”Liu Jun pointed at the corner and asked the middle-aged man to squat there.
After the middle-aged man obediently squatted down, he sat down on the chair and placed his feet on the table. He lit a cigarette and said," You came to Tsimshatsui to stand up. Have you ever paid your respects to the pier?”
"B-Bye."
"Which Bodhisattva did you worship?"
"Our ladle master and Master Du are old friends.”
"Which Master Du? Du Yuesheng?"
"Yes, Third Master Du (Huang Jinrong and Zhang Xiaolin are above him).”
"F * ck, I'm asking about Tsimshatsui. You brought people to work in Tsimshatsui and didn't know to pay your respects to the pier?”
"Yes, yes. My big brother went to pay his respects to Lord Cauldron of the Walled City of Nine Dragons.”
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