chapter2：Fifteen years later

"Ah..."

Zhang Meng screamed and sat up from the bed. Her chest seemed to be pressed by a big stone, unable to breathe.

It's that dream again, that weird dream, this is the fifth time this month!

Holding the quilt in a daze for half an hour, Zhang Meng felt better. He went to bed with a wry smile, opened the curtain, and gazed at the goose feather snow outside the window.

The scene in the dream is the story that my father loved to tell himself when he was a child, and he told it for four or five years.

In fact, when the story continued to the demon niche, it ended. No matter how Zhang Meng made trouble, his father would not say anything. The dream version is all Zhang Meng's own wishful thinking, almost every time there is a different version, as if watching ghost movies.

At the age of eight, Zhang Meng's father, Zhang Shaoye, was a bit of a God. Sometimes he shut himself up in his study all day long, mumbling, crying and laughing, and even often throwing things, which was completely contrary to his previous indifferent personality. He became extreme, unreasonable, and even beat his wife and children.

When Zhang Meng was 12 years old, Zhang Shaoye quietly left Zhang Jia and entrusted his wife and children to three elder brothers. He did not leave anything. After Zhang Shaoye left, what impressed Zhang Meng most was the dream he had been dreaming for more than ten years. Sometimes Zhang Meng even doubted whether he had been there. Otherwise, how could everything in his dream be so vivid?

"I said, young master, are you having a nightmare or a spring dream?" Zhao San, holding a cigarette gun in his mouth, glanced at Zhang Meng's crotch with some malice, and sniffed it hard.

"Old smoker, smoke your opium, don't bother me! You can't even dream of spring now, can you? Ha ha Zhang Meng is not angry and says that the middle-aged man in front of him is one of the old people who started the foundation of Zhangjia family: Bai Ma Zhao San, who is so mean to death all day long. Everyone is angry at him, but he is quite right with Zhang Meng. At this time, hearing that he was buried and eliminated, Zhang Meng was not angry and came out of the room. At the moment, she fiercely counterattacked a few words.

"The dying baby boy, I met more than 30 bandits with two box guns and a white mane horse. I kicked down the Tibetans and shot them with two guns in a row. They killed seven in seven out of seven. People said that I was the reincarnation of Zhao Zilong, and I got the nickname" white horse Zhao San ". If I had been put in the past, I would have killed you!"

Zhao San blew his beard and roared.

"Stop!" Zhang Meng quickly stopped the old man's mantra. The old man usually hangs these two words in his ears when he is free. Zhang Meng can recite them now.

"After 30 years of family reunion, I'll let you go home. I'd like to remind you that there are a lot of big names in Zhangjiakou today. You should lose the face of Zhang Jia, and see if your third uncle doesn't shut you down for a few days. By the way, when we go to shuiyuexuan to help make dumplings, we are short of manpower. " Zhao San waved his hand and went out laughing.

"Lucky money, lucky money..."

"I SIP!"

Zhang Meng whispered a sly old man. He turned around and looked in the mirror. He was fair skinned, handsome and young. Er, he just looked a little listless.

After putting on her mink coat, Zhang Meng went out slowly. When she arrived at shuiyuexuan, several people at the door hailed him one after another. Shuiyuexuan is the leader of Mingtang in Hong Kong. More than 50% of the antiques sold in the hall every year are successfully traded in shuiyuexuan.

As a suckling shopkeeper of shuiyuexuan, at the beginning, many people put obstacles on Zhang Meng, waiting to see his jokes. But what surprised them was that Zhang Meng doubled the harvest of shuiyuexuan in the first month. His eyesight is amazing, his identification of some antiques is extremely accurate, and he treats people with kindness. After a year, no one is against this young shopkeeper.

The gate of shuiyuexuan has been hung with two big guns. When we arrive at 7:00 in the evening, we will light them to welcome the new year. The whole water moon Pavilion is busy and has a strong taste of Chinese New Year. Most of the single workers in the water house have dinner together every year.

Zhang Meng came in and said hello to him with laughter. Only Zhao San didn't know whether it was because he just satirized him that he couldn't have a dream of spring, so he ignored Zhang Meng with a coffin face. Zhang Meng smiles, knowing that he, the third uncle, will soon be unable to bear to speak lonely. He is a real chatterbox

Chen lame is not good at legs, but he is good at robbing tombs. The sick ghost coughs all day long, but it is also a stubble. These people usually dote on Zhang Meng. They secretly help him deal with some important matters that Zhang Meng dare not make decisions, so they have a good relationship.

"Uncle ghost, why did you buy so many cabbages?" Zhang Meng has some questions.

"Xiaomeng, I have to ask you this question. Cabbage is your father's favorite dumpling stuffing. Think about it. Although your father has been away for so many years, every year, your three uncles will prepare a lot of cabbage for him to come back for dinner."

Zhang Meng didn't drop her voice. As expected, she interrupted Zhao San.

"Why, father doesn't come back this year? Oh, I haven't seen him for so many years. What he looks like is a little fuzzy... " Zhang Meng's mood suddenly fell.

"Talk a lot!" The sick ghost glared at Zhao San fiercely. Zhao San knew that he was speechless. He lowered his head and began to make dumplings.

Just at this time, there was a lot of noise outside. Some of the guys twisted a middle-aged man in. The man's body was shaking and shrank into a ball. It seemed that he was expecting a disaster.

"What's going on?" Zhao San threw the dumpling skin in his hand and asked with a frown.

Today is a big day, don't let a few ignorant little guy to stir yellow.

"This son of a bitch sold fakes in our market this morning. He was found out by the buyer on the spot. The buyer is not willing to let us lose money. Please see how to deal with it!" A guy pointed to the middle-aged man and said.

Zhao's three faces are as heavy as water, and his face is scarlet. He is usually hip-hop, but once it comes to the business rules, that is, the iron faced Baogong, it is useless for anyone.

You know, the Ming Tang of Zhangjia controls more than 70% of Hong Kong's antique trade. It has been repeatedly stipulated that counterfeits should not be sold. All items should be priced at whatever price. They should not be exaggerated. If they dare to sell fakes, they will be at their own risk!

Some of the people who play antiques have a keen eye, while others are not. They are trying to be curious. A large part of their cooperation with Mingtang is for the reputation of Zhangjia. Over the years, they have attracted a large number of overseas buyers.

Today, I met a man who hit the gun. If we let people add fuel and vinegar to publicize it in the Spring Festival, it may have smashed the signboard of Zhangjia!

Zhao San didn't speak for a long time. He just stared at the middle-aged man in front of him like a poisonous snake. He was sweating and shaking into chaff. He had heard of the name of Zhao San Ye. Once a great robber sold a million yuan porcelain vase in the Ming Dynasty. Zhao San went to Malaysia and brought his hands back! At this time, seeing the fierce appearance of the Third Master of Zhao, the middle-aged man was pale and knew that he was doomed today.

Zhang Meng doesn't dare to speak. Zhao San is not serious in general. However, if he is serious, he is not a human being. Even he is shocked. The sick ghost and the lame man sighed and continued to make dumplings, ignoring everything that happened in the lobby. Zhao San had to deal with this kind of bloody thing.

"Do you know the rules of Mingtang?"

For a long time, when the atmosphere was about to drip out of the water, Zhao Sancai gently exported.

"Third Master, the first time you commit a crime..."

"Shut up!"

A cook said, but to a loud slap fan Meng, he spit out two teeth, cover the swollen face, panic a buttock on the ground.

"Did I ask you? Let him speak for himself Zhao San sneered.

The middle-aged man knelt down on the ground and said with some trepidation: "the first time you break your hand, the second you break your leg, the third you break Cut off your head. "

"How many times?" Zhao asked without expression.

"The first time, I'm really the first time!" Beads of sweat, big as peas, slid down the middle-aged man's face. These words took him a lot of effort to squeeze them out of his teeth.

"Do it yourself or do I do it?"

Zhao San pulls out the single knife hanging on the wall and slams it at the feet of the middle-aged man with a cold look. There is no room for discussion in his tone.

The middle-aged man only felt scared. Although he had expected it, he was still livid with fear when the moment came. He immediately fell on the ground, kowtowed and cried, "Third Master, forgive me. I'm really desperate to break the rules of Mingtang! Our family sneaked into Hong Kong half a year ago. We were living in a poor slum and couldn't afford the rent. My daughter has a fever. I want to get some money to let her have a good new year, and then pay in the hospital expenses. Only then did I put my idea into the antique market. If I break my hand, how can I raise my wife and children! Don't worry. I'll pay back the money I owe you. Please forgive me this time... "

The middle-aged man was so scared that he burst into tears. Zhang Meng sighed. The wine and meat of Zhumen smelled, and the road was frozen to death! This is true. The middle-aged man's clothes are very old. I don't know how long they have worn them. There are still many patches. The patches on the whole clothes use at least six or seven kinds of disordered cloth. I think it's really a poor family. Seeing middle-aged people like this, Zhang Meng is also a little impatient.

"Forget it, third uncle. It's just revealed."

Zhang Meng patted Zhao San on the shoulder. He had been hanging out in the hall since he was a child. He had come into contact with a variety of people. He broke one hand of this middle-aged man, which was to destroy a family! Moreover, there is still room for discussion on this matter, which can completely turn a big thing into a small one.

"Ah Meng, don't make it hard for me! What you usually say is up to you, but not this time. If there are no rules, we can't be square. We have to do what we should do. What do we rely on for Zhangjia's success in Hong Kong? That's the rule

"Third uncle, it's not good to see blood on the thirties of the lunar new year. I'll deal with it from the buyer's side. It will not affect the reputation of Mingtang in any way..."

Zhang Meng grabs the handle of the knife and inserts it back into the scabbard. There is a secret saying in Mingtang: the third master's words are the sword pulled out. If you want him to take it back, you have to let it back to its scabbard. Zhang Meng looks at Zhao San gratefully. If Zhao San doesn't want to give in, he can't put the knives back into their scabbards.

"The rules of the Ming hall can't be abandoned. I'll spare you one time to see a Meng's face today. After the new year's Eve, I will accept the guilt myself. If you dare to run, even if you slip to the ends of the earth, you can't escape from the palm of Zhang's hand. Then it will not be as simple as breaking one hand! "

Zhao San wiped his neck and said coldly. In his eyes, the interests of Mingtang are higher than everything else. This person actually dares to violate the first commandment of Mingtang, which makes Zhao San, who is in charge of the matter, also has some uncontrollable inner fire.

The middle-aged man repeatedly kowtowed, and the corners of his mouth just murmured. In fact, what difference does it make to him? It's just a matter of chopping hands a few days later.

Zhang Meng became angry, crossed his waist to confront Zhao San and roared:

"Old smoker, you will never die! Talk to me about the rules, shopkeeper No.1 of shuiyuexuan. I know more about these rules and regulations than you do. In shuiyuexuan, a dragon has to lie down for me! "

Zhang Meng looked at the man and asked, "what did he sell?"

"A small Ding of Shang and Zhou dynasties sold for 10000 yuan was actually forged by a small workshop."

"I want this tripod. I'll contact the buyer and pay him 10000 yuan. The money will be deducted from my book! By the way, if the buyer still wants to entangle, he will say that the cheater is my distant relative, and ask him if he has any opinions! "

"Yes, Mr. Meng!"

If the two guys are granted amnesty and fly away from shuiyuexuan, they will be angry to see Zhao San. If they stay down, they will have to be angry.

Zhang Meng glanced at Zhao San with pride, one willing to fight and another willing to get hurt. I see what else you can say. Zhang Meng hummed the song "I like to buy fake goods" and continued to make dumplings.

"Why? The bronze tripod is not easy to copy. There are fewer people who can make eye-catching. I think you have some skills. After the Chinese new year, you can go to shuiyuexuan to get an antique repair job. If you do it well, it will be worth three or four thousand yuan a month. "

"Thank you. Thank you, young master Meng!" The middle-aged man was so excited that he immediately pulled himself from hell to heaven with a few words. His eyes were red and staring at the young man. He wanted to write down the face of this man and repay him with his life in the future!

"It's OK. I'll give you a month's salary in advance, buy some meat and hot pot, go back to have a good new year, follow me, and I'll take you to the cashier's office."

With a smile, Zhang Meng took the middle-aged man to the cashier's room and gave an order to an accountant in charge of finance. Then she turned around and walked back to the lobby.

"Black sheep!"

Zhao Sanqi's face turned white, and his smoking gun was so strong that he almost couldn't breathe. Mingtang does have this rule: if the buyer voluntarily purchases the counterfeit goods, it is their own business, and has nothing to do with Mingtang. Zhang Meng is precisely grasp this one, this just unscrupulously lifted Zhao San's tiger beard.

"Come on, you two have the most things to do. Don't talk about ah Meng. After he took over shuiyuexuan, how much did you say the business went up? He knows more about the rules than you do Chen said with a smile and continued to focus on making dumplings.

"Ah Meng is a good man. Unfortunately, I don't know if he can survive the 23-year-old. Did you see that pale blue ghost pulse on a Meng's middle finger is much clearer than that of the previous year... " The sick ghost whispered.

Zhao San also did not answer, just gloomy smoking, several people are in a burst of speechless.