I’m Walking the Career Line In Dog Blood

The gang and the government are two distinct rivers, the rich area where the original owner lived, and the European-style commercial street just now, because the Europeans and the powerful live, the gangs dare not Come, there are always police patrols.

But where such civilians live, there are dual jurisdictions of gangs and black police, and the white boss and the black boss are pressing on the common people at the same time.

For the first time, seeing the arrogant and domineering black forces of this era, An Yinong's mood is very complicated, and even the roast duck legs that are crispy on the outside and tender on the inside cannot heal him.

"Is this the crocodile gang's territory?" An Yinong asked Zhang Wei, who seemed to understand a little.

"It used to be the site of Baihutang, but it was taken away by the Crocodile Gang. The relationship between the two gangs is very tense. They have to fight once a month, and they all have knives." Zhang Wei whispered. , "The shops here are so miserable. You have to pay the protection fee several times a month, plus the protection fee for the policeman (police), the money you earn is not enough for the rent."

"You understand." Zhao Gang was also amazed.

"My house is nearby." Zhang Wei looked around and said mysteriously, "I'm fine after dinner, do you want to go to my house to play? There are many autographed photos of celebrities in my house. "

"Okay, okay." Zhao Gang responded positively.

As for An Yinong, there is nothing to do.

Just like that, they went to Zhang Wei's house after eating.

Zhang Wei's house is not far from here. His house is a two-story private house. The front of the first floor has been converted into a shop.

His mother stepped on the sewing machine inside, one hand on the cut fabric, as if making clothes for people.

There are also many clothes hanging on the wall to her right, and the workmanship is very delicate. On the other side are fabrics and accessories, and a small table with tailor's scissors, tape measure, white chalk and the like.

In general, sparrows are small and complete.

In the small clothing store, there was a woman standing with a graceful back, pinching her slender waist, and asking the store owner to take it again.

"Auntie is me, I'm here again." Zhao Gang came in and said.

"Hello Auntie." An Yinong also came in to say hello to her.

Zhang Wei's mother stopped working and looked at An Yinong in surprise. Even if he didn't come by car, the noble temperament of the young master was still obvious.

"Nong is good, Nong is the good-looking classmate that Ah Wei said, she is really beautiful." She covered her mouth and smiled, making Zhang Wei's face red.

"Yo, Awei, I haven't seen you for a few days and it seems to have grown a lot? Whose family is this young master, why did you come here?" The woman who only saw the back turned her head. , she looked gorgeous with blue eyeshadow and big red lips.

Awei's mother frowned slightly and held Awei with one hand: "Mom has something else to do, you take them upstairs to play first."

"Good."

Zhang Wei walked into the dim interior, and pulled the wire to turn on the light at the stairway.

An Yinong looked back and seemed to be able to hear the woman's delicate voice through the curtain: "Sister Zhang, what are you doing, afraid that I will eat your son?"

"Ms. Huang really likes to joke. It's that this place is too small. When a few people crowd, there is no place to stand."

Three people stepped on the narrow wooden stairs to the second floor. Ah Wei's room was very small, with a one-meter-four single bed, a desk and a wardrobe. something else. However, there are many posters of martial arts stars on his wall, which looks lively.

This is a small room separated by a large room, and the other side is said to belong to his sister.

An Yinong was very curious about all this. Zhao Gang pestered Zhang Wei to see the star's autographed photos, but he looked at the small room carefully.

There are bookshelves made of bamboo on the small desk, which display the traces of a person's growth, photos, various collections, and some strange gadgets.

The neatest thing he saw was a row of comic magazines, and there were several comic books next to it.

"Do you want to watch Tiantong? I can lend it to you." Zhang Wei saw him standing there and looked at it for a long time, thinking he liked it.

But An Yinong didn't want to take people's favor, these cartoons were carefully placed there by the owner, not even a fold, which shows that the original owner cherished them.

"I'm just curious, it turns out you like reading comics too."

"Of course, I often go to the bookstore to read."

“What kind of comics does Ah Wei like?”

"Wuxia...don't call me Ah Wei, call me William." Zhang Wei said.

"Okay Wei." An Yinong squinted and snickered.

"Okay, I just realized that you are such a bad person." Zhang Wei rushed up, "Gang came to hold him, I want to draw a flower on his face."

Several people quarreled for a while, Zhang Wei sat on the bed panting: "I don't particularly like it, but this "Blood Eagle" is the best comic recently."

"I think Paul Lee's "Gun Chamber" looks good, mafia, so handsome." Zhao Gang interjected.

"His style is too bloody, and the fighting scenes are not handsome at all, and there is no beauty at all. "Tianshan Blood Eagle" will not, it tells the story of the killer The feeling of being unrestrained and agile is really domineering, and there are still many weapons and various types." Zhang Wei has different opinions.

The two quarreled again.

"..." An Yinong was curious, how did the two of them become good friends just because they didn't deal with each other so much?

According to two people, what is popular now is either martial arts comics or **** comics. If An Yinong wants to enter this industry, maybe he can try popular themes.

"If I really want to draw comics, the first choice must be martial arts."

He is very sober: □□The fighting scenes in the comics should have the kind of impact that the fist smashes into the flesh. And the fights inside don't pay attention to any rules, it is the struggle of strength and strength, and the confrontation of muscles and muscles. This happened to be his weakness. An Yinong had studied fighting and martial arts, but he did not know how to fight in the streets.

Gang fights are not wrong in the martial arts field. It is just like the fight. It only pursues the result and does not care about the process, and it is dripping with blood, often teeth and nosebleeds.

This kind of realistic subject matter, if he does not understand it at all, the painting will be very floating. Creation requires some imagination, but it's not enough to float in the air, right?

"He Tiantong."

An Yinong recovered, Zhang Wei and Zhang Wei stopped fighting, they put away the star photos, and dug out a lot of tapes.

"Whose song do you want to hear?"

"I can." An Yinong said with a smile.

During the cheerful love song duet, Zhang Wei's mother brought snacks and tea, and An Yinong remembered that he also brought biscuits. He took out the biscuits to share with the other two.

"Is Auntie from the Shanghai market?"

"Yes, my grandmother brought my aunt and my mother here." Zhang Wei said with an expression of anticipation, "If I have the chance, I really want to visit my mother's hometown. , must be beautiful."

An Yinong nodded in agreement: "It's a very beautiful city, there must be a chance."

Stayed at Zhang Wei's house for more than an hour before they went out to eat ice cream.

I don't know whose song, soothing and gentle.

"Welcome, is there anything you want to eat? Our store has recently launched wine-flavored ice cream, you can try it." The enthusiastic waiter is indeed as beautiful as Zhang Wei said, feeling Standing with the stars will not be inferior.

"Okay, I want a wine-flavored ice cream, where's Ah Gang Tiantong?"

"Me too."

"I want a plain milk."

In addition to them, there were two other tables of guests in the ice room. They were both young people. I don't know if they were students. One of them was clearly a couple, and the atmosphere almost melted the ice cream.

An Yinong didn't know if the 'ice room' was like this, but the ice room in front of him was more like a coffee shop.

Behind the boss who prepared the drinks was a row of cabinets, with materials and tools in the cabinets, as well as a small door with the words 'Multiple Room', An Yinong looked at it for a long time before he remembered that it should be It is the transliteration of 'storeroom', which is the storage room.

On one side of the ice room is a transparent glass window and a door hung with wind chimes, you can see the lively street scene, and those beautiful girls are walking on the street wearing fashionable dresses. On the wall on the other side are some star posters, as well as the menu in the store, all sketched with colored pens. For the price, it's pretty cheap.

But the most special thing is that there is an air conditioner in the ice room. It is a relatively bulky and large air conditioner, and it is not turned on yet.

Think about it, in the hot summer, when the tip of the nose is sweating, if you can enter such a cool place, enjoy the air-conditioning blowing, and eat a sweet and delicious ice drink, what is it? A pleasant thing?

And there is a waiter with a sweet appearance and gentle voice in this small shop, even girls will like it very much.

"Little handsome guy, enjoy your pure milk ice cream."

A tall glass filled with white ice cream was placed in front of An Yinong, and topped with chocolate sauce and crushed nuts, the chocolate sauce flowed and solidified on the snow peak, looking very attractive people.

"Thank you, Miss." An Yinong said with a smile.

"You're welcome." The sweet-sounding waiter smiled twice, and then put the other two ice creams in front of Zhang Wei and the two, "Your ice cream."

Put her down and leave without stopping for a second. This discriminatory treatment made Zhang Wei shake their heads and sigh, and they turned to look at An Yinong.

"I'm not called Miss, I'm not called Sister, but I'm called Miss Sister, she's blushing. This kid is really a blockbuster." of.

"Probably... because of the face?" Zhao Gang looked at Zhang Wei and An Yinong, and told the truth.

“…I don’t have eyes? Need you remind me?”

An Yinong scooped up a scoop of ice cream, the fragrance of pure dairy products slowly melted in his mouth, more delicate and silky than what he had eaten in the movie theater before: "Delicious."

Four people walked in, one in front and three behind. The person in front looked at An Yinong mockingly, "Is the He family bankrupt? To see you in such an unpopular street shop?"

"..." An Yinong bit the spoon, he didn't remember who this person was, but the original owner's emotions gave a fairly direct reaction - hate, very hate, want to beat kind of annoying.

At this time, Zhang Wei, who has always had a sense of justice, stood up first: "Hey, who are you? What is a small shop that is not popular? Let me tell you, the ice cream here is the best in the harbor area. Do you know what to eat?"

The visitor looked at An Yinong: "Your dog is barking so loudly."

"What?" Zhang Wei blushed with anger, but An Yinong raised his hand to stop him.

An Yinong turned to look at Zhao Gang, his eyes were indescribably cold and sharp: "A Gang."

"Don't worry, I will stop him." Zhao Gang answered subconsciously.

An Yinong turned his head, he did not know that Zhao Gang was sweating on his back behind him.

The momentum of 'He Tiantong' just now is like the kind of big man who speaks a lot...

Is this a child raised by a wealthy family? Even if they are very low-key on weekdays, they can get along with them, but at critical moments, people don't dare to say a word.