Vulgar Master

Uncle Ze, is there a mistake, you need 800 to repair a garbage town, it's cheap, you're not a regular customer!"

"Seventy-nine? You lack this little water, food and morning tea!"

"Go, go, seven hundred and nine, come on, you're old-fashioned, I'm afraid you'll get worse and worse."

Kuala Lumpur, in a second-hand shop on Petaling Street.

A young horse at the entrance of the hall was negotiating a price with the boss, Uncle Ze.

"Pujiezi, there's no money to worry about." Uncle Ze took a look at the damaged temple building material, and turned back and shouted to the inner room: Repair the town, three damages and seven breakages. "

A young girl came out of the back room, took over the temple building materials to be repaired and looked at it: "It's not serious, 10 minutes."

, Long time no see, more and more beautiful. "The horse who repaired the property greeted her and praised her for her beauty.

The girl was obviously not as open-minded as the group of people who were in the hall. She nodded to greet the guests, and went back to the back room with the materials for building the temple.

Ma Zai lit a cigarette at the counter and said, "I really envy that jizai who is dead on the street, how can such a beautiful girl be honest and not mess up, know how to save money and know how to check, how is it like my Ma Zi, who stretches out his hands every day to ask for money, and loses his family. Refined."

Uncle Ze: "Jizai's old mother's property is still entangled. See if he dares to come to my shop and take off his leg."

Ma Zai: "Uncle Ze, you can't talk like this, it's useless. One is willing to fight and the other is willing to suffer. I heard people say today. Yesterday, Ji Zai was betting on horses at Da Genting again, and he lost everything again. Got the money."

Uncle Ze: "Give you five hundred and buy Jizai a hand."

Ma Zai scolded: "I'm going to make a counterfeit, you want me 800, and you will give me 500 for a hand to buy Ji Zai?"

Uncle Ze: "The scum is worth the price, I am really in Hong Kong."

Uncle Ze said that he really took the money on the table. It could be seen that he wanted to kill Ji Zai, but Ma Zai did not dare to accept it.

Ma Zai: "Mia is joking, Ji Zai can now give the Umno gang a bite, who in Kuala Lumpur dares to touch the Malays' tongues? Do you know if the boss wants to get angry?"

Uncle Ze pouted with phlegm in his mouth, and his face was unpleasant, but there was nothing to refute. Malaysia has been against Chinese since ancient times, and in recent years, it has become more and more violent with the turbulence of the world.

Ji Zai hugged the UMNO gang's thigh and couldn't really move.

…

The two were talking outside, inside the middle-aged shop.

Zhou Keke sat in front of the repair station, like a watchmaker, holding tools in his hand, repairing and adjusting the temple building materials.

Repairing is not a high-tech job. Those engineers who develop and manufacture temple-building materials in large companies are high-tech. Repairing temple-building materials is probably a technical secondary school skill.

However, Zhou Keke knows that she lives on the streets at the bottom of the Malaysian society, and because of this skill, she can earn a living relatively decently, instead of going to the red light district like other girls of the same age in the same situation.

Of course, it's only a little better. Who can live comfortably in the quagmire?

Zhou Keke had just finished repairing the materials for building the temple when the phone rang.

Ji Zai: "Hey, where are you, can you lend me some money, I'm in a hurry recently, you can lend me some emergency first, lend me two thousand."

Zhou Keke was stunned: "Didn't I only give you two thousand last week? Did you spend it all?"

Ji Zai: "There is a big business, and I am in urgent need of cash flow. "

Zhou Keke: "Did you go to gamble again?"

Ji Zai: "I'm not allowed to accompany you if you want to play, this is a necessary expense, and you can earn it back in the future."

Zhou Keke: "Aji, you really don't want to gamble anymore, let's save some money, you didn't mean to take me back to the mainland."

Ji Zai: I, Aji, will definitely do what I say. I will definitely make a lot of money for you. It doesn't matter where you want to go, we can go to Amerikan. Of course, I need money now. These are all early stages. Invest, you know. "

Zhou Keke: "...Hey, where are you now, I'll send it to you."

Ji Zai: My dear, I love you so much! You come to Yangji Shengjian in Xinbing Road now, I'll be waiting for you here. "

After Ji Zai finished speaking, he hung up the phone happily, as if he was afraid that Zhou Keke would ask questions and go back.

Zhou Keke sighed. After repairing the temple building materials in his hand, he went out and handed it to Uncle Ze, and then told Uncle Ze that he would take a leave of absence and come back soon.

Uncle Ze just heard from the Ma Zai who came to repair the town, and immediately knew what Zhou Keke was going to do, but he also knew that he couldn't persuade him, so he had no choice but to let her go.

Zhou Keke thanked Uncle Guo Ze, took his coat, walked out of the antique shop, and went to the street outside. He squeezed his wallet in the pocket of his coat, and a pendant in the shape of half an eyeball dangled in front of his chest.

It was the noon and the sun was shining brightly, and the sun on the street did not shine on people, which was very comfortable.

But Zhou Keke pulled up his hood and covered himself in the shadows, like those invisible mice, walking along the edge of the wall, like a fringe of the city.

Not without reason.

Zhou Keke, who is sixteen this year, is a Malaysian black household.

Is a stowaways.

When she was six years old, her grandmother took her to Malaysia from her hometown in Shantou.

She was young at the time and didn't remember anything. Later, when she grew up, she occasionally heard some fragmented clues from her grandmother. The old family had a big quarrel over a sum of money. childcare costs.

Being poor and afraid of becoming rich, the wealth and closeness of the family seem to have killed her own family. In the end, my grandmother took her out of the country and smuggled her to live in Malaysia.

It is not easy for stowaways to live in a foreign country. They have no identity and no registered permanent residence. They also have to worry about being caught by the police. If they want to make money to make a living, they can only find jobs such as washing dishes, laundry, telecom fraud, and black workers in underground workshops. They dare not call the police after being cheated. The local Malays and Indians are highly anti-Chinese, and it is not uncommon for Umno to help break into Chinese communities and Chinese schools and shoot at Chinese schools.

Zhou Keke walked with his head down, not paying attention, and bumped into the girl who was approaching.

Hiss, Zhou Keke's shoulder hurts, it doesn't feel like he was not paying attention, but the other party deliberately bumped into it.

"Oops!" The other party made an exaggerated voice, taking two steps back perfunctorily, as if being hit and hurt.

From this angle, Zhou Keke could clearly see the other's face from under the hood, a Chinese girl who looked about the same age as her.

However, her temperament is much more fashionable than her, with hot pants and vests, a half-off-the-shoulder graffiti jacket, hair dyed in death Barbie pink, and a very hip-hop street-cool girl.

The hip-hop girl has a red number tattooed under the right corner of her eye: 09

"Sorry sorry..."

The girl smiled and reached out to Fu Zhou Keke to apologize. The smiling face was as vivid as a little sun. Zhou Keke was stunned when he first saw it, and then he apologized and left in a hurry.

After Zhou Keke left, the girl with the 09 tattoo in the corner of her eye tossed the wallet in her hand, opened it, and looked at it. There were thousands of dollars in it, as well as a photo of Zhou Keke and her boyfriend Ji Zai, and some handwritings from antique shops. Bill, this is Zhou Coco's wallet.

"The name is right, the little sheep purse is quite fat and cute, and the **** feels a little good..."

09 said, put the money in his pocket, threw the wallet into the trash can next to him, and walked away.

On the other side, Zhou Keke came to Yang Ji Shengjian, found her boyfriend Ji Zai, and gave him money.

When he went to the place and touched his pocket, Zhou Keke's mind was "buzz"!

In Yang Kee's fried fried shop, Ji Zai was flattering a Malay thug, asking him to eat raw fried fried rice:

"Brother Duck, eat slowly. If you don't ask for it any more, the bill will be on my head. I'll send you the money in a while, so don't worry."

Yesterday, Ji Chai lost money betting on horses and owed debts. This Malay man came to the casino to collect the bills. Ji Chai was so reassured. He, but he is not forced to pretend to be with the local snakes and Malays.

Seeing Zhou Keke coming from a distance, Ji Zai's eyes lit up, he quickly grabbed the person and pulled him over, but he didn't notice that Zhou Keke's face was wrong, so he said anxiously: money, give it to me quickly. "

Zhou Keke: "..."

Zhou Keke looked at Ji Zai, and UU read www.uukanshu.com and looked at the fierce Malay thug on the table who was eating raw fried rice. His face was pale, and he said with some difficulty: "The money... I lost it halfway."

Ji Zai's face changed as if he had opened a dye shop. However, what was even more exciting was yet to come. He pointed at Zhou Keke and cried:

"Big Duck! I was deceived by this girl!"

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ps: There is no space to describe the appearance, and Zhou Keke's appearance should be supplemented by Menxiang Nao.

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