Chapter 11 Guests of Chaoyi Restaurant

"Don't follow the police and call me Young Master Tang. The nickname of a rich kid doesn't sound good. It's better to call me Brother Tang if you give me face."

Yin Zhaotang stood at the entrance of the Mong Kok Police Station, wearing a helmet and hanging his damaged motorcycle, and said in a flamboyant manner: "But as businessmen, we still prefer to be addressed as Mr. Yin."

Mong Kok is some distance away from Causeway Bay. You have to take a ferry from the Star Ferry Pier in Tsim Sha Tsui to Central, or go directly through the Hung Hom Cross-Harbour Tunnel.

Yin Zhaotang returned to the rental house, took a shower, changed into a clean white T-shirt and blue jeans, and casually used hair clay to style his hair with his hands, making him look more energetic.

Sitting in the living room with my brothers, eating a simple meal of barbecued pork and roast goose rice, staring at the clock on the wall, I stood up after a few minutes and said, "I'm going to meet Grandpa in Causeway Bay first. It will be too late if I'm late."

Jiang Hao immediately put down his chopsticks and stood up: "Brother Tang, I'll take you there."

Ah Le, Dan Tart, and his left hand also looked at the boss.

Most of the more than 1,000 members of the Jingzhongyi sect can only see Grandpa once when the incense hall opens.

My impression of Uncle Cat, the club boss, is just the layers of fat on his body and his considerable weight.

Now Grandpa wants to personally invite Brother Tang to have tea!
This means that Brother Tang has caught the eye of the leading boss and will soon have the opportunity to make a name for himself.

"Brother Tang is so awesome. He took us for a ride and easily took care of the Thai guy!" When Dan Tart saw Brother Tang leaving with Ah Hao, he couldn't hide his envy in his eyes.

Zuo Shou said with admiration: "How can it be so easy?"

"Brother Tang must have planned ahead of time!"

Ah Le nodded slightly and said in agreement: "Yes!"

"Among Pa Chewei's gang, there must be Tang Ge's people."

Egg Tart was shocked, and then said in a proud tone: "It must be."

"Otherwise, how could Brother Tang calculate the time so accurately? He said he was treating us to morning tea, but in fact he was waiting for news. No wonder he had to go to the bathroom after paying the bill."

"Shh... shut up!" Zuo Shou made a silencing gesture with his hand and said in a low voice, "It will not sound good if you compete with your fellow disciples for credit. Keep your mouth shut or Pa Chewei will cause trouble."

"Pa Chewei, that idiot, we'll deal with the people we can't deal with, and we'll handle the things we can't handle. How dare you jump out and cause trouble?" Egg Tart threw his chopsticks into the lunch box unconvinced, wiped his mouth with a tissue, and cursed, "If you don't accept it, I'll bring people to kill him!"

"Dandy, don't be so arrogant. You can't beat the big guy by just lying on the car, so beating you is enough." Ah Le joked.

Zuoshou said in a deep voice: "In short, in order to do something for the society, Brother Tang is willing to kill Thai Zai even if it means offending his fellow disciples and being caught by the police!"

"Why? It's to keep the rebates from bringing in customers to the magazine and to keep our brothers' jobs. We came out of Kwun Tong just to make a fortune. Who dares to cause trouble for Brother Tang..."

Egg tart, A Ledu shouted without hesitation: "Chop him up!"

"bingo!"

He snapped his left fingers and said in agreement, "Big Brother has taken us out of Kwun Tong and will break into Central in the future. Big Brother has paid so much."

"If you are a small person, you must hold on to the end."

In the underworld, being able to follow a big boss who is loyal, good at making money, good at fighting, and brave enough to risk his life is actually a blessing for a younger brother.
I took a taxi to Causeway Bay, to Chaoyi Restaurant on Tsing Fung Street.

The two-story old-style tenement building has a facade of only one and a half meters, the width of two people standing shoulder to shoulder, but it is equipped with an electric rolling door with a very obvious motor position.

On the lintel hangs a four-character sign of Chaoyi Restaurant. The plaque is mottled and old, having experienced the erosion of time and the beating of wind and rain. At the lower left is a reception desk, next to which are a lamp tube and several stacked ice cream cones.

The two brothers who were guarding the gate of the ancestral hall yesterday were standing by the reception desk, smoking cigarettes and chatting. The Maybach was also clean, brand new and beautiful, parked on the side of the road. It seemed to be the car of the owner, Uncle Cat.

Yin Zhaotang took the change from the driver through the window, put one hand in his pocket, and turned to walk towards the entrance of Chaoyi Restaurant. Behind the restaurant, on the left hand side was the newly built Ronghua Building, and on the right hand side was the once glorious Changsheng Building.

The neon signs on the buildings are flashing and bright, and there are construction scaffoldings outside the buildings. The former prosperity has come to an end.

The bright lights and lively atmosphere of Causeway Bay seem to have nothing to do with the old tenement building on the street.

It stands here quietly, welcoming its guests. No matter how the times change, there will always be a place for it!

When Liu Chuanzong saw the brother he had met in the ancestral hall yesterday, he showed no impatience on his face. Instead, he was very interested and called out enthusiastically, "Atang from Shanghai Street, am I right?"

Yin Zhaotang felt relieved when he saw the familiar face and nodded: "Brother, Grandpa asked me to come to the restaurant to see him, please come in"

"Forget about introducing yourself. Just go in directly. You are the only guest tonight and grandpa has been waiting for a long time." Liu Chuanzong did not ask him to recite the poem for entering the hall.

The young fellow student standing nearby, wearing a tank top, a peaked cap, and a bun, nodded, "He was the one who killed a Thai guy on his bike right in front of the police, and yet he was able to walk out of the police station safely. Grandpa praised him highly today. Jing Zhongyi, who is the Shanghai Street Atang? Come in!"

"Thank you." Yin Zhaotang bowed and clasped his hands in a polite manner, feeling somewhat confident about the recognition expressed by his two fellow disciples. This was because Chaoyi Restaurant was a community center, and according to the rules, the younger brothers who came and went were all the faces of the community, and the talents recommended by the bosses and staff of each hall were almost all the backbones of Jing Zhongyi.

In the past, Jixiang, who lived in Kwun Tong, was not even qualified to recommend talents to Tuodi, and he was not even qualified to stand guard in Tuodi himself. After all, as the club leader, the leaders came in and out all day long, guarding the gate and opening the car door every day, and the benefits of social skills were accumulated bit by bit.

It is undoubtedly a happy thing to be recognized by two fellow students.

Liu Chuanzong waited for Yin Zhaotang to walk into the restaurant, then took the sign next to it that read "We are fully booked today, temporarily closed" and placed it in front of the main entrance.

Tonight, Grandpa said he would only entertain one person, so the entire restaurant will only be waiting for one person!
Yin Zhaotang walked into the lobby on the first floor and saw six tea tables, with three tables of fellow disciples playing cards and smoking. They were generally in their thirties, with strong bodies and dragons and phoenixes painted on their arms. They were typical gangsters, and it was obvious that they were the bodyguards who followed Grandpa all day.

A pot of tea was brewed by the table, along with peanuts, melon seeds, and watermelon rinds that had been eaten. A man in a black suit was obviously their boss. He nodded when he saw Yin Zhaotang come in, and said, "Welcome, Atang. Go up to the second floor with the stairs on the left. Agong is drinking tea. If you have an appetite, order a thousand-layer puff pastry egg tart. It's Uncle Gensheng's signature product."

Yin Zhaotang nodded in thanks as usual, but what was different from usual was that everyone seemed to know him!
After one successful battle, he became famous!

Da da da.

Walking up the old wooden stairs and turning the corner, you will see a row of open wooden window frames in front of you.

There are many old photos hanging on the wall, with a dazzling array of them. There is a long frame with one or two hundred people standing in it. On the left is a long table covered with red cloth, with a statue of Guandi enshrined on top. The dim light actually makes the attic look a bit lifeless, but the uneven buildings outside the window and the various light signs shining in an interlaced manner inject a bit of fresh vitality into the restaurant.

The fat cat was wearing a white Tang suit, holding a cane in one hand, standing in front of the window looking at the street scenery, turning his head and smiling kindly, like a Maitreya Buddha.

"Ah Tang, the restaurant is open tonight just for you. If you are not in a hurry, come and stand with me and take your time to look around."

(End of this chapter)

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