December...

The weather in Hong Kong is still hot.

Three months have passed, and Lu Ze has become accustomed to the days when Guan Qingqing is not in the team.

He Dingbang was a little uncomfortable and always told newcomers, namely Lu Minghua and Ling Jing, how did Guan Qingqing do when he was there?

Lu Ze knew that Guan Qingqing had left and no one bought everyone breakfast or soda.

Lu Minghua's family is poor, and several younger brothers and sisters are given most of the salary they pay to the family. He is reluctant to even eat breakfast. He has been hungry for a whole morning, so how could he buy breakfast for He Dingbang?

Not to mention Ling Jing, after three months in the patrol team, he was not only respectful to Lu Ze, but also a little polite to Lu Minghua, but also didn't like He Dingbang and Song Zijie very much.

It's no wonder that Ling Jing is arrogant and only accepts people who are better than him.

Although He Dingbang is a veteran, he has no admiration for him. He doesn't have to expect Ling Jing to give him more face.

Lu Ze saw everything.

I was calculating in my heart, but I never mentioned it.

It takes time to freeze three feet a day. Whether it is Lu Minghua or Ling Jing, it takes time to integrate into the collective.

Lu Ming Huali is too strong-willed, and Ling Jing is too arrogant.

Neither of them is easy to get along with.

"Brother Ze, I'm here to buy dragon fruit again. It's great to be your girlfriend. Hong Kong people are all big men's ideas, and few of them love their girlfriends as much as you."

Before getting off work, Lu Ze came to Ah Chang's fruit shop as usual.

"Fruits are not worth the money, what matters is the heart."

"Qingqing likes to eat dragon fruit, and he eats two or three every day. I am not by her side, so of course there must be something that will make her think of me."

Lu Ze skillfully picked five or six fruit dragons.

After picking, he asked Ah Chang to weigh it while chatting: "What are your brother busy with recently? I haven't seen him in half a month."

A Chang replied: "It's not that he is busy with the club. Since he beat Cui Laoliu, he brought people into Wong Tai Sin the next day, and Cui Laoliu was defeated step by step."

"I heard from him that Hengji is now fully supporting him and is ready to gain a foothold in Wong Tai Sin."

"You also know that Hengji is not a big club. The whole hall is only a few hundred people. If you can take root in Wong Tai Sin, you will soon be a medium-sized club with more than 1,000 people."

Hengji, where Tam Yaowen is located, is mainly concentrated in Saigon, and it is not a big deal in Saigon.

Most of the dozen halls under his command are small places like Caimingyuan, and they cannot support many people.

During this period, Tam Yiu-wen was in full swing. Everyone knew that Sai Kung had a ruthless man named Yao Wen. Hengji followed the trend and tried to take the club to a higher level. It was understandable that he could follow the trend and try to take the club to a higher level.

"Brother Ze, I've calculated it. It's 12.7 in total. Just give it 12."

Ah Chang handed the wrapped dragon fruit to Lv Ze.

"A Chang!"

Just as Lu Ze was about to pay, a burly young man broke in outside the door.

The Cantonese he spoke with a mainland accent, and his pronunciation was slightly different from that of the locals in Hong Kong. He knew that he had just come from his hometown when he heard it.

"Eighth Middle School?"

When Ah Chang saw the visitor, he looked in disbelief.

For a moment, he even forgot that Lv Ze was right beside him, hurriedly ran out from the counter, and grabbed the man's hand: "It's really you, why are you here?"

"Brother Dong and I come here to do things and see you by the way."

The person known as No. 8 Middle School looked twenty-eight years old, with a honest look on his face, and scratched his head and said, "I thought you were the same as before, and they said that you made money and opened a fruit shop by yourself. Ah Chang, you are really capable."

"I'm lucky, I met two noble people, otherwise..."

Ah Chang did not continue to say the following words, and it was a bit like looking back on the past.

No. 8 Middle School did not dislike it, but instead looked self-blame: "It's because I'm not good, I'm incompetent, and I can't give you the life you want."

"Don't say that. No matter where I am or what I do, you will always be my No. 8 Middle School. What I think of is you, and it has never changed."

Ah Chang fell into the young man's arms, and couldn't help crying as he spoke.

After a while, thinking that Lv Ze was still beside him, Ah Chang hurriedly pushed away the No. 8 Middle School and introduced: "The No. 8 Middle School, this is Sir, our person in charge. Has my store been opened half of my brother Tan Yaowen's credit, and half of it is Sir Lu."

"Hello, Lü Sir, I'm No. 8 Middle School."

Looking at the police uniform on Lu Ze, No. 8 Middle School's eyes dodged a little.

Ah Chang did not doubt that he had him, and said to Lv Ze with a happy face: "Brother Ze, this is my boyfriend in my hometown. We have been contacting each other by letter in the past two years. I really didn't expect him to come to Hong Kong to see me."

"No, right?"

Lv Ze looked at No. 8 Middle School and asked with a smile: "When did I come to Hong Kong Island? Is there a place to live?"

"I just arrived yesterday and I already have a place to live. Thank you for your care for Ah Chang."

The eighth Middle School has a simple face, but his standing posture made Lv Ze realize that he should be a soldier, and he had seen blood, and there was murderous aura in his eyes.

Lu Ze had seen such eyes in Ye Guohuan and his gang.

If this wasn't A Chang's fruit shop, and No. 8 Middle School was A Chang's boyfriend again, Lv Ze's first counter-attack would have to ask for the other party's ID card.

"You guys talk, I have something to do here, so let's go first."

Lu Ze looked at No. 8 Middle School deeply and waved: "Call me if you have something to do."

"Brother Ze walked slowly."

A Chang sent Lü Ze to the door.

After Lu Ze drove away, No. 8 Middle School said with an exclaimed look: "Life in Hong Kong Island is good, and the police's cars are better than our county magistrate's."

"How can my hometown be compared with this? This is Hong Kong Island, one of the most developed cities in Asia."

Ah Chang has been to Hong Kong Island for a few years and has brought himself into the identity of a Hong Kong Islander.

No. 8 Middle School heard it a little tasteful and said, "A Chang, I will make a lot of money back this time. Will you follow me?"

"Walk?"

Ah Changlei glanced at No. 8 Middle School, then looked at his shop, his eyes drifting: "No. 8 Middle School, I have completely adapted to life in Hong Kong. I live a happy life here. I am afraid I will not adapt after I go back."

"I knew you would say that, you should have confidence in our motherland. In the future, we will definitely not be worse than Hong Kong Island."

The eighth Middle School showed a look of longing and fanaticism: "The old man said that we should reform and keep pace with the times. Poverty is not socialism, but bread and milk, we will have it."

"How long will it take?"

Ah Chang didn't believe what was above, so he lowered his head and said, "I'm afraid I won't be able to wait that day."

After saying that, he was afraid that No. 8 Middle School would be unhappy and said, "No. 8 Middle School, why don't you stay there too. The business of the fruit store is very good. In the future, I will sell fruits and buy goods. We will run this small store well and never separate again."

This time it was the turn of No. 8 Middle School to remain silent.

He looked at Ah Chang's fruit shop of 30 to 40 square meters. He couldn't name many of the fruits inside, and shook his head and said, "No, Brother Dong said, we will leave after we finish our business, and we won't stay for a long time. We will go back at the latest at the end of the month."

"Business?" Ah Chang bit his lip and said, "Don't lie to me, Brother Dong is a wanted criminal. I have read reports about him, don't think I don't know what you are going to do."

"Don't worry about this. If it goes well this time, I will leave you a sum of money before leaving."

No. 8 Middle School looked at the fruit shop again. Although this shop was not big, it carried Ah Chang's hard work and hope, so she said, "When the time comes, you can buy this shop so that you will have a place to stay in Hong Kong."

A Chang frowned: "Although this store is not big, it is not cheap. It costs at least 300,000 to buy it."

"Don't worry, I'll do it."

No. 8 Middle School smiled honestly: "If this is successful, each of us will be able to get at least HK$450,000, and there are more than one million. Just wait and live a good life."
Chapter completed!