Rebirth: Outstanding

Song Tianyao climbed the escalator to the roof top of the four-story building, surpassed the parapet on the roof, and stood directly on the small balcony near the edge, sighing heavily against the night breeze.

The people in the building, their parents, younger sisters, even Lou Fengyun and Shi Yehui, all only saw him dive into the dragon's door overnight and became the secretary in suit and leather shoes by the second young master of the Chu family, but they didn’t know how short he was. In a short period of time, every step of the way, every word spoken, seems easy, but in reality it is dangerous.

And Song Tianyao has no roots and no support, and all he can rely on is the little experience and mechanism accumulated in his life.

At the Durex Hotel tonight, when Angie Peris persuaded him to give up persuading Shi Zhiyi to find a way to meet other customs officials, Song Tianyao did indeed have a regressive mind for a moment. He simply retreated and changed to a British ghost. Send a bribe, let the other side turn one eye and close one eye when transferring the smuggled prohibited goods at the dock, and just find a boat for Likang to go to sea.

However, Shi Zhiyi wanted to be a mounter and wanted to set up a memorial archway. His attitude was that of the deputy director of the Industrial and Commercial Management Department, but he scratched Song Tianyao. Shi Zhiyi wanted fame and fortune, and did not want to be with others. Like other officials who stepped into the high-level of the Hong Kong colonial government, they either boast a pure name or search for a sum of money in Hong Kong and bring them back to their ancestors for retirement. It is very difficult to satisfy these two points, but bribing officials is like stocks or futures, which is very difficult. Risk means high returns.

According to Shi Zhiyi's current attitude, not trying to win the relationship when there is no money in the other party's pocket at this time, waiting for the other party's senior official to sit firmly and wanting to get together when the pocket is rich will only be more difficult than today's opportunity.

Song Tianyao is not worried that he will not be able to convince Shi Zhiyi in five minutes. What he is worried about is the follow-up action after he convinces Shi Zhiyi, that is, grabbing meat from other people's bowls, which will inevitably offend those businessmen in the same industry. Embarrassed, Chu Yaozong asked Chu Xiaoxin to take care of his car and abandon himself, while Shi Zhiyi watched Vulcan playfully. The ending was that some people laughed and some cried. Naturally, Shi Zhiyi and Chu Xiaoxin laughed. The only ones who cried were downstairs. Parents, as for yourself? There will be no chance of crying, it will only die miserably. Although this is unlikely, it is only a one-to-two-percent chance in 10%, but even if there is only a 1% chance of winning, it will end up with 100% dead bones.

This is the reason why he shook slightly when he picked up the glass of red wine. He hesitated, but the blood that was soaked in his bones, like sword walking on the edge of the cliff, was burning him, letting him know that this time was no better than before. Yan Xiong or Chen Ashi still want to try those little things.

The road is one's own way, wealth is one's own fight, and without the courage to fight once, it is in vain to walk in this magnificent era.

"Secretary Song, beer." Shi Yehui's voice came from behind. Song Tianyao looked back. Shi Yehui was cautiously carrying three beers and a folded thick cloth blanket across the parapet wall, standing next to Song Tianyao, facing away. Half a meter away, he looked at the edge and then moved back half a step: "Sister Yun said that the typhoon is cold, and she told me to bring a cloth blanket to Secretary Song."

Song Tianyao took the blanket and showed it in the wind, spread the cloth blanket and sat on the balcony. He took a sip of beer into his mouth and said to the standing Shi Yehui:

"Sit down and have a few words."

"Okay, Secretary Song." Shi Yehui froze for a moment, and then carefully sat cross-legged on the corner of the cloth blanket, most of his buttocks were still on the cold ground, his face was full of energy, staring at Song Tianyao.

Song Tianyao looked at the other party’s serious expression, couldn’t help but laugh, took another beer and handed it to Shi Yehui: “You will be the teacher's follower, and I will be the secretary's follower. Everyone is almost the same, probably because of the same thing. , So I see you upset. Hey, is it hard to be a master at the gambling stall?"

"Thank you, Secretary Song." Shi Yehui carefully took the beer with both hands. He didn't rush to drink, but held the beer and waited for Song Tianyao to finish. He smiled reluctantly: "No hard work, I am stupid. Sister Yun is so smart, where is it necessary? Master, just want an obedient errand."

"Before you become a master? Do you drink and chat, I am not the one who pays you, should I be nervous?" Song Tianyao leaned over the beer in his hand, and gently touched the other's bottle, and turned to his mouth. He took another sip and said with a smile.

Shi Yehui also hurriedly took a sip: "I used to be a patrol horse. I started doing it at the age of seventeen. I did it for five years. Later, when Hua Ge and Sister Yun saw that I was honest, they took them by their side to help them run errands and do things. ."

Xuanchengma is the name given by the people of Hong Kong to people who travel between the mainland and Hong Kong, who specialize in delivering family letters, sending money or purchasing small items on behalf of others, just like those couriers of the courier companies of Song Tianyao. , The difference is that Xunchengma does not have a company. From receiving, transporting to dispatching, he does it alone.

In the early days of the British occupation of Hong Kong, horse patrols were popular for a while. Later, with the establishment of Hongkong Post, it gradually declined. However, there are still many elderly people in Hong Kong who do not believe in postal transportation. Send your letters or money back to your hometown.

People who can be a patrol horse for five years must be honest and reliable. Those who are conceived in their hearts will often quietly fall into their pockets when they see someone entrusting them with valuables. They will lose their reputation before long, and they will never receive the commission again.

Maybe it’s because Song Tianyao doesn’t look like he used to dominate people tonight. Shi Yehui sat next to him and relaxed a little. Seeing that Song Tianyao was very curious about the horse patrol, he picked up some interesting things that he had encountered back then. Make a conversation.

And Song Tianyao slowly drank the wine and listened quietly by the side, until Shi Yehui finished talking about something interesting, Song Tianyao suddenly asked him:

"Have you ever taken a sweet medicine to fight insects?"

Shi Yehui, who hadn't recovered his mind, was stunned by Song Tianyao's words. After a few seconds, he reacted: "The medicine to fight insects? Baa insects, I understand, is the chancroid scattered, sweet? Add sugar. It’s very astringent. When I had a stomachache, the pharmacy opened it. I ate it for three days and finally discharged a dead worm. But the worm was discharged and my stomach still hurts. It doesn’t work, why? Secretary Song, do you have a stomachache?"

Song Tianyao shook his head, drank the remaining beer in the last bottle of beer, stood up on the balcony, stretched his body, and looked up at the starry sky above his head: "If you say, make an insect-killing medicine for everyone to use. Do good deeds? Can you get money again?"

"I don't even know what Secretary Song are you talking about?" Shi Yehui stood up next to Song Tianyao, touched his head, and said embarrassingly.

Song Tianyao retracted his gaze, patted the other party's shoulder, smiled, and walked towards the escalator with an empty wine bottle, and said in Cantonese cheerfully: "Juan Keshishu is on a fishing boat, and he is holding a fishing rod in a poem. Go to the depths of Bibo, several beaches. It’s not a fisherman who used to be a fisherman. It’s a good time to cover the fate. So it’s up to me, not the sky."