Chapter 473 0472 [Compassion Does Not Control Soldiers! 】

Shi Zhijian has always been a very affectionate person, although many people say he is a "traitor Jian", but he has always only raped the villain in his work, and he has always been confidant to friends and relatives.

But this time, Fanshu Chang, Da Daoxiong and others hurt him too deeply.

Shi Zhijian can't bear to feel that the subordinate who has always been trusted and respected, but disregarded the rules you set, did some things that are beyond the law.

That night, Shi Zhijian, Gu Long and others left the beach.

Gu Long said that drinking was not enough, so Shi Zhijian asked Zheng Shaoqiu to take Zhao Yazhi home first, and Dai Fengni also took a taxi back.

Gu Long and Shi Zhijian came to Lan Kwai Fong again, called a few girls to continue the wine fight, and drank Remy Martin as water.

Because he was in a bad mood, Shi Zhijian got drunk, and finally took the most beautiful girl among them to a hotel in Kowloon Tong, and got a room, but although the beautiful woman in his arms looked as soft as you could pick , but Shi Zhijian still couldn't do it.

First, he drank too much to be interested.

Second, he has something in his heart that is in a panic, and he doesn't want to use the girl around him as a vent object.

Just like that, Shi Zhijian lay drunk on the bed, got up and vomited twice during the period.

Drinking too much foreign wine is even more uncomfortable than white wine. My stomach churns and my head explodes.

Fortunately, the girl was very alert and served him very tenderly, patting his back, rinsing his mouth, and wiping his body.

Just like that, Shi Zhijian fell into a deep sleep amidst the drunkenness.

After sleeping until eight o'clock in the morning, Shi Zhijian opened his eyes and looked at the girl on the right side who was curled up in his arms to accompany the wine. Shi Zhijian broke away embarrassedly.

The girls dress up very coquettishly and maturely, the type that Gu Long likes. In Gu Long's novels, Lin Xian'er, Feng Siniang, etc., should all look like this.

Looking carefully, Shi Zhijian shouldn't be very old. Shi Zhijian couldn't bear to wake him up. Although drunk and confused, Shi Zhijian knew that the girl had worked hard last night. She probably didn't fall asleep until dawn.

Shi Zhijian went to the bathroom and washed up briefly, and glanced at himself in the mirror, his eyes were bloodshot and he looked haggard.

Shi Zhijian couldn't help laughing at himself, and splashed water on his face.

After Shi Zhijian finished washing, Shi Zhijian looked at the girl again, sleeping soundly on the bed.

Shi Zhijian tried hard to think about it but couldn't remember her name.

Most of the girls' names in the bar were fake, such as Fanny, Judy, and Jenny, but this girl seemed to whisper her own name in his ear, a very rustic name, but Shi Zhijian couldn't remember it.

According to tradition, since she was willing to spend the night with him last night, she must have paid for it.

Shi Zhijian opened the wallet and looked at it. There was a lot of money in the wallet. Thinking about it again, it was Gu Long who paid the bill for him.

That's right, Gu Long's drinking capacity is better than his own. If he is drunk and he is still sober, who will pay if he doesn't pay?

Shi Zhijian smiled, this was another favor owed to Gu Long.

When drinking last night, Gu Long said that he was going back to Treasure Island, and Hong Kong still didn't adapt to him very well. Although there were a few close friends here, he couldn't drink like those friends in Treasure Island.

In fact, Shi Zhijian knew very well that it wasn't that Gu Long couldn't find drinkers, but that Hong Kong was not his home. Here he is always a stranger, no matter how famous he is, people will only call him a foreign "big boy", unlike in Baodao, he is the leader of the martial arts world, the emperor of the literary world, who can call the wind and rain.

No matter what, Gu Long told Shi Zhijian last night that he was going home. He also said that when Shi Zhijian came back from Dongpu, he could transfer to Treasure Island, where he would treat guests, and the two would fight for another 300 rounds.

Shi Zhijian shook his head, abandoned these messy reveries, took out a thousand Hong Kong dollars from his wallet, and placed them gently beside the girl's pillow.

For a bar girl like this, usually two or three hundred is considered a high price, and one thousand Hong Kong dollars is enough for her to do business four or five times.

Shi Zhijian put on his coat and gently closed the door. At this time, his stomach was growling, but he vomited out all the contents of his stomach last night, and his stomach was protesting.

Shi Zhijian went straight to the Chinese restaurant on the second floor, ordered a breakfast, took a few bites, but couldn't finish it. He was obviously very hungry, but he didn't have the slightest appetite. He knew it was a phenomenon after a hangover.

So Shi Zhijian called the waiter, first packed the meals on the table, and then ordered a breakfast, and asked them to deliver it to the girl in the guest room around nine o'clock.

Carrying the packed meals, Shi Zhijian left the hotel. There were taxis and rickshaws parked outside.

Shi Zhijian didn't take a taxi, but ordered a rickshaw.

The rickshaw was black and strong, with a simple and honest appearance, with a white towel around its neck, and Shi Zhijian was very happy to be able to ride in his car.

In fact, with the development of Hong Kong's economy, more and more people are taking taxi driver's licenses.

The number of taxis in the New Territories, Hong Kong Island, and Kowloon has risen linearly, squeezing their traditional rickshaw industry to the point of dying.

In order to fight against the squeeze of the taxi industry, people engaged in the rickshaw profession organized several resistance campaigns, all of which ended without cause.

In fact, in the 1950s, rickshaws began to compete for business with Hong Kong trams and emerging cars and buses.

At that time, the tram fare was six cents per person, and six cents was the price at that time. You could eat a bowl of pork blood porridge and two fried sticks. In the end, the Hong Kong government was forced to stop issuing rickshaw licenses and restrict the driving routes of rickshaws.

Today, the rickshaw business is even worse and is on the verge of extinction.

Shi Zhijian sat in the rickshaw, watching the black and strong man in front of him sweating profusely, running wildly on the street, and his thoughts went back to a year ago. Shi Zhijian remembered deeply the rickshaw solitaire at that time, and also formed a deep friendship between Shi Zhijian and Hong Yihai.

But people can change!

He broke Fanshuchang's leg last night, and his friendship with those people came to an end with that broken leg.

Compassion does not command soldiers!

To be a big guy, sometimes you have to be a little bit tougher.

There are no rules.

From this moment on, he wants to let Hongxing's people know——

His three characters, Shi Zhijian, are rules.

The criterion drawn by him, Shi Zhijian, is Fang Yuan!

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Returning to the Tanglou by rickshaw, Shi Zhijian saw a group of people kneeling under the Tanglou before getting out of the car.

Shi Zhijian knew who those people were without looking.

The leader of Hongxing Society, loud and powerful.

Ten hall masters, strong whistle teeth, strong coolies, flip flops, big heads, and dumb sons.

These people turned their heads together when they heard the movement, and happened to see Shi Zhijian get off the rickshaw.