Chapter 156 Hero
The owner of the grocery store was a skinny old woman who wore coarse cloth with slanting collars that had turned white from washing. She had sparse, graying hair tied into a bun with orchid cloth.

When she heard the name of Ho Ying-Tong, the old woman's enthusiastic smile suddenly disappeared, her eyes narrowed, she pointed at Wang Deming, and began to chatter non-stop.
Although Wang Deming had listened to a lot of Cantonese songs in his previous life, unfortunately, he didn't understand a single word.
In desperation, Wang Deming could only sing, "The waves are running, the waves are flowing, the surging river never stops, love is deep"

The old woman inside the door was cursing, and outside the door a young man was singing loudly. Although I couldn't tell what he was singing, why was it so funny? Soon a circle of people gathered around.

One song is not enough? How about another one? Isn't the old lady across the street too energetic? She is still like a fighting cock after such a long time.
Although I can guess that the old lady was either scolding myself or Ho Ying-tung, but...ah, this shows the importance of promoting Mandarin.

Wang Deming took a few steps forward helplessly and slammed the canvas bag in his hand onto the half-height wooden cabinet in the grocery store. The counter made of several wooden boards shook a few times, but fortunately it did not collapse, otherwise it would be even more difficult to explain.

"Tear!" Wang Deming tore a slit in the canvas bag and motioned for the old lady to look.

The old woman saw the golden light inside the grocery store under the light, and suddenly she felt like a rooster with its neck strangled, "Ugh", and stopped yelling.

Then he immediately rushed out of the grocery store and started chattering at the crowd of people watching on the street, clearing the street in an instant.

Wang Deming had to give a thumbs up to this fighting power, so strong!

Afterwards, the old woman returned to the grocery store and quickly closed the door. She waved to Wang Deming and said, "Young man, you are looking for Yingdong, right?"

"Then come with me."

Wang Deming laughed indignantly, "Old lady, so you understand northern Mandarin."

The old woman rolled her eyes at him and said, "I'm from Panyu, how could I not know it?"

Panyu is in Guangzhou and they speak Cantonese there, okay? Wang Deming thought to himself.

The old woman had bound feet and walked with a shaky step, but she was not slow, turning left and right quickly among the houses and streets of Hong Kong.
Wang Deming had absolute confidence in his memory. As he walked, he pointed to a short, dilapidated wooden house on the side of the road and complained to the old lady, "Old lady, we've been around this dilapidated house three times. That's enough."

"Uh" the old woman took a slight breath and turned around. With the light coming through the house, she found that the young man following her did not have a drop of sweat on his forehead.

He shook his head helplessly, ran straight to the dilapidated house, and banged on the door.

The door opened with a creak. A young man with a crew cut and wearing a sleeveless jacket appeared. The two of them chatted with each other. The young man stared at Wang Deming vigilantly for a while, turned back and shouted a few times before opening the door.

Wang Deming followed the old lady into the room. The room was not big, only about 10 square meters. There was an incandescent lamp hanging from the low ceiling, which made it a little depressing. Although it was March, it still gave people a feeling of stuffiness and humidity.

Wang Deming was puzzled. This was too simple. There was no other furniture around the house, just a few wooden beds with rolled up bedding. In the middle was a small square table and a few stools. On the table was a clay pot bubbling and steaming.

Could this be the home of Henry Fok? No way?

I have read the introduction of Ho Ying-tung in my previous life. He made his first pot of gold of 48 yuan in 22000 by selling machines to the British army. In recent years, he has been smuggling materials to the mainland. How could he be so poor?

"Are you looking for me?"

Sitting opposite the square table was a shirtless young man with high brows, slightly sunken eye sockets, a slightly hooked nose, and heroic spirit in his eyes.

Wang Deming immediately recognized this person as the young Huo Yingdong, although he was not bald at that time.
"Mr. Fok Ying-Tong?"

"it's me!"

Wang Deming walked to the square table, let go of the canvas bag he was holding, and slammed it to the ground. He sat down opposite Huo Yingdong leisurely and said, "I'm from the north."

"You can hear the accent, but..."

Huo Yingdong secretly looked Wang Deming up and down. Although he was handsome, his face was very young, and there was a light amount of hair under his nose. He looked very young, no more than 20 years old. The woolen Zhongshan suit he wore was very fitting, unlike the comrades who came to see him before, whose clothes were very loose, and it was obvious that he came from a good family.

"You look strange!" Huo Yingdong asked tentatively, "If someone from the north came to see me, they wouldn't go through this route. And I've been hiding here," he pointed at the old woman, "and they came to see me through the grocery store owned by my relative."

"unless."

"Unless what?"

Huo Yingdong said firmly: "Unless you come from the south!" Then he glanced at the canvas bag under Wang Deming's feet, and said with a sneer: "Why, you threatened me with money before, forbidding me to continue transporting materials to the north, and you also wanted to blow up my ship. Now you want to bribe me with yellow croaker?"

"No need to talk! Please go back!"

As soon as Huo Yingdong finished speaking, the sturdy men on both sides of the square table stood up, staring at Wang Deming, ready to jump at any time, and said in a deep voice: "Sir, please!"

Wang Deming waved to the young man who had just opened the door and said, "Please bring a new set of bowls and chopsticks."

Then he turned to Fok Ying-tung and smiled, "Mr. Fok, I feel relieved when you say that!"

"I'm from the North, but I'm not an official from the North. How should I put it? A civilian hero? Yeah, that's right."

Wang Deming kicked the canvas bag under Huo Yingdong and explained, "This gold is for Mr. Huo's help to buy more supplies that are in short supply in the north, especially medicines."

Wang Deming put the 8300 US dollars in bills that he had just exchanged in his pocket and had not yet warmed up on the table, and pushed them in front of him, adding: "And these US dollars, too."

"I've calculated that the total amount of gold and US dollars is about 13 US dollars. I can still buy more penicillin."

Huo Yingdong looked at the US dollars on the table, then lowered his head slightly to look at the canvas bag under his feet, and kicked it with his feet, but it didn't move at all. He felt pity in his heart, the young man opposite him was so generous and strong.

He winked at the young man in a mandarin jacket beside Wang Deming, and the young man quickly took away the dishes and chopsticks in front of Wang Deming and replaced them with clean ones.

Huo Yingdong stretched out one hand and gestured: "Haven't you asked for advice yet?"

"My surname is Wang. My name is Wang Deming."

"Since brother Deming doesn't mind, then we can eat from the same pot." Ho Ying-tung laughed heartily, "Haha, although dog meat is not presentable, it tastes good and is very nutritious."

The young man in a mandarin jacket poured sorghum wine into Wang Deming's bowl. Ho Ying-tung raised the bowl and said, "Brother Deming, please!" He tilted his head back and drank the whole bowl of wine in one gulp.

"Please!" Wang Deming showed no sign of weakness and also finished it with one gulp.

"Haha, good!" Huo Yingdong wiped the wine stains from his mouth generously with his hand, "Brother Deming, what does your family do in the north? Why don't you hand over this money directly to the officials in the north?"

"Ha, huh." Wang Deming took a piece of meat out of the casserole and ate it while it was still hot. "I'm a Chinese medicine practitioner."

"One is that they don't want to be so famous and be the leader; the other is that they are worried about being transferred to another place, where the medicine is not as real as the others."

Huo Yingdong nodded suddenly and slapped the table, "Okay!"

"But I want to make it clear that I also make money by delivering supplies to the north!"

"I know, and I also know that even the British have people smuggling goods to the north at high prices." Wang Deming raised his glass to Huo Yingdong, "But I also know that Mr. Huo never makes high prices, and he will send whatever is in short supply in the north!"

"Haha, I'm Chinese! Brother Deming, I'm a few years older than you. Thank you for not abandoning me. Just call me Brother Dong!"

"Brother Dong! Just call me Deming!"

"Okay, Deming!"

The corners of Wang Deming's mouth turned up sharply, and he suddenly thought, have I suddenly become a shiny grandfather?
"Haha. Brother Dong, when I return to Beijing, I'll mail you a few bottles of medicinal wine for rheumatism. Drink one cup of wine a day, no more than three bottles of wine is best."

"Oh, there is such a good thing?" Ho Ying-tung has been working on a ship for many years. The thing that torments him the most is rheumatism, especially on cloudy and rainy days, when the pain is unbearable.

"Of course, Chinese medicine is so extensive and profound that it is nothing."

"But there is one thing, you can't let children drink it secretly, and you can't drink too much yourself. This wine is highly poisonous. You can only drink a small cup a day."

"it is good!"

(End of this chapter)