After seeing off the last beautiful girl with super short hair, Feng Ziming looked at his watch. It was ten o'clock in the evening and went to the boys' dormitory to check it out. Seeing that everyone was washing and preparing for bed, he told the school security guards guarding the dormitory to turn off the lights at 12 o'clock, so that these unconventional people could adapt first, so he called Xu Qingping and wanted to ask him to come out for a midnight snack, but Xu Qingping never answered the phone. He probably became a man and wolves in a noisy nightclub, so he had to call a taxi and went out by himself.

The police academy stipulated that the instructors could not leave the school without approval, but Feng Ziming was familiar with the guards at the door, and he had the highest position in the instructor team, so he would go with him. Anyway, they all knew that Feng Ziming had a very strong relationship with the principal of the police academy Fang Tianlong, and he would not care about such trivial matters at all. Moreover, Feng Ziming didn't eat dinner, and the police academy only had instant noodles and biscuits at night. As a foodist, how could he eat these junk foods if he had the conditions? Wouldn't he be hungry for a night if he didn't go out?

He took a taxi back home first, looked at his sleeping goddaughter Mu Tingting, and then Feng Ziming came to the "Huang Ji" food stall, which is famous for seafood porridge, and greeted the boss enthusiastically: "Old Huang, as usual, I will have a small portion of porridge, noodles, seafood, and a plate of onion and firecrackers, a plate of drunken grease, a plate of rapeseed, and a half dozen beer."

Old Huang remembered the dishes and said with a smile: "Tomorrow is not a day off, so you drink so much?"

Feng Ziming smiled: "Maybe I'm not just drinking it alone."

"Okay, drink beer first, the food will be ready soon." Lao Huang said and went to greet other guests.

The "Huang Ji" food stall is a time-honored brand for more than 50 years. Lao Huang's father was founded and promoted by Lao Huang. It is located in Yunmiao Street, where the dragon and snake are mixed with all kinds of religions and scattered. On the surface, Yunmiao Street is a night market that sells various brands of low-end goods, but in fact it is also called the birthplace of the young and dandy. There are many various organizations, regardless of size or asset strength. There is a community headquarters located in the rows of old wooden building buildings on Yunmiao Street, which are used to hold conferences and commemorate the old predecessors of the group. Some of the community history can even be traced back to the early Ming Dynasty, and has been rooted for hundreds of years, and it has its strength.

Young members of the club do not like to come here. Old and elegant gangsters gather here for many years, saying: Don’t forget the roots. The four most famous and strongest clubs in Bauhinia City were all established in the Yunmiao Street. Even the four clubs are like this. Of course, the other small clubs should all be the source of Yunmiao Street.

The cheap seafood cooked from Lao Huang's food stall is unrivaled in the entire Bauhinia flower market. The location is extremely special, so many well-known figures like to come lightly to taste the authentic small seafood. However, there are also many nouveau riche-style idiots who like to show off. The black Rolls-Royce blocked in front of the stall, and rows of black suits were kept on hand, blocking the crowded streets that were not spacious. However, Lao Huang also has his own strengths. He often calls out to the master who can make the nouveau riche-style idiots who nod and bow and drive them away.

Feng Ziming came a lot and realized that Lao Huang had won the care of many seniors in the club through his skills, so he would naturally not be harassed. Moreover, within a radius of 100 miles, there was no other food stall except "Huang Ji", which also had a lot to do with Lao Huang's friendship with the seniors in the club.

As the saying goes, there are ten gangsters on Yunmiao Street, and there are eight policemen. This is not false at all. Many cases that cannot be solved according to formal procedures can be obtained in Yunmiao Street. There are also many police informants here, so many policemen like to disguise themselves on Yunmiao Street for any matters and whether they are done, they like to wander around Yunmiao Street. They sit in the mahjong room, warm three warm ones and soak them, and find three or five extremely low-level gangsters to coerce and lure them, and they can get some of the things they want.

Feng Ziming is also one of the regular visitors here, so he is quite familiar with Lao Huang. Sometimes he thinks that it is impossible to completely break this underground order one day, but when he thinks of such a very difficult thing, he remembers what Lao Chen often said: Everything has a "biological chain" on which it depends for survival. Mortals should not delusion to destroy this balance, because it is impossible, and it is impossible to completely white without all black. Maintaining this balance and reducing its disadvantages is already a great contribution.

"I was thinking about something so fascinating." A gentle and elegant old man with a strong face and silver hair put his crutch on an empty chair and sat opposite Feng Ziming.

Feng Ziming smiled faintly: "I wonder if you will come today."

"Oh, is that?" the old man poured a glass of beer on his own, "What's the result?"

Feng Ziming greeted the old man with a cup: "The result of thinking is not important. What matters is that you are here. I just miss you and won't come, but in fact you are still here. Then aren't the things I think of? "

"Haha," the old man smiled heartily, "It seems that you have stole a lot of things from me."

Feng Ziming smiled and said, "Then why do I feel like I didn't steal the sect? You deliberately taught me a lot of principles of being a human being."

The old man smiled and said, "No matter whether I intentionally or not, you still learned it. If you don't ask for it, you are a stealing teacher."

"Haha," Feng Ziming drank the wine in a sip of cheers, "I won't argue with you, I can't argue with you. If I argue again, I will be cheating. Lao Huang, go to the chessboard."

Lao Huang gave the chessboard, and Feng Ziming asked the old man with a smile: "Or let me chariot, horses and cannons?"

"No," the old man smiled, "one car and one shot."

Feng Ziming scratched his head: "Why give up less?"

"You are not a person who cannot make progress. If you let your car, horse, and cannon, I may lose," the old man smiled meaningfully, "I never fight a war that I am unsure of."

"Okay, okay, I told you not to give in." After setting up the chess game, Feng Ziming took the lead in knocking out one of the old men's horses.

The old man laughed: "For cannons to trade horses, this is also a way to settle for the second best, just see if you can beat me."

The two of them had already seen each other's chess game just now. The old man was calm and indifferent. Feng Ziming scratched his ears and cheeks. Even so, he did not gain any advantage in the old man. In the end, he was easily killed by the old man.

"There has been progress, but I am still a little anxious to achieve success," the old man stood up with a crutch. "You are getting closer and closer to the answer, haha, see you next time."

"Next time I must let you tell me who you are."

"It's a good thing to be confident," the old man pulled the chessboard, "but you still have to improve your chess skills first. According to your current level, you won't be able to beat me."

Looking at the old man walking far back, Feng Ziming asked Lao Huang to pay the bill, and Lao Huang only collected half of the money. Feng Ziming couldn't help but ask, "Lao Huang, I haven't seen you take him for money, why do you only charge half of mine?"

Old Huang still smiled but refused to answer. Feng Ziming had no choice but to pay and leave. He wanted to let me treat him. Since he had to pay, why not pay all the money? He only paid half of the money every time, and I paid the remaining half myself, but I didn’t see the old man paying it. It was really strange.
Chapter completed!