Li Jiatian's car was parked in front of a sparrow room in the old city. The window was lowered, and a man who had just stood behind him ran over.

Li Jiatian only said one sentence, "Call out the sesame oil."

The man agreed and took a few people directly into the sparrow's room.

In a small space, seven or eight tables of people were fighting in full swing, the smell of smoke in the air, the smell of feet, and the smell of curry fish balls that I don’t know who ate, mixed together, smelled it and rushed straight to my nose.

A man in his sixties, gray hair but with a very fierce face was shouting at a card table.

"Mao Dan, I will win you to death today."

He reached out and grabbed a card, but did not look directly, but rubbed his fingers for a long time, and suddenly shouted, "Yaoji, you are so stupid, you are not allowed to move, you touch Thirteen."

He vigorously turned over the mahjong plaque in his hand and pressed it on the table, which was a young chicken.

“Sesame oil is strong!”

Suddenly someone called out. The old man who had just been confused looked up and saw a few handsome men he didn't know walked towards him. He was so scared that he overturned the table, turned around and ran to the back door.

But he was old and weak, and he was caught after just two steps.

Two men carried him on the left and right and carried him out of the sparrow's room.

Sesame oil was not tall, and was raised by two big men, almost off the ground. While looking around in horror, he begged for mercy in a low voice, "Several bosses, I have been washing my hands long ago and no longer care about the affairs of the world. Have you caught the wrong person?"

"Don't shout, someone wants to see you."

The big man carried him to the front of the car, and Ma Youqiang suddenly became stunned. He stared at Li Jiatian who was sitting in the car and smiling at him.

"Sixth Master!"

This shout contains sadness.

Li Jiatian stretched out one arm from outside the car window, and the bag of sesame oil chicken that was still emitting heat was swinging between his fingers.

"Seal oil is strong, it's been a long time since I saw you. I haven't forgotten your taste. I bought a sesame oil chicken for you, but it won't roll it up."

Tears surged out of Sesame oil's strong redness and swollen eyes. He trembled and pulled open the car door and sat in.

"Eat!"

Li Jiatian turned his head and looked at him.

Sesame oil strong lowered his head, tore open the packaging, and started to chew on the sesame oil chicken, but after taking a few bites, tears fell out again.

"You are a loser. The older you get, the worse you get. Why are you still crying after eating a chicken?"

"No, Master Liu, after so many years, you still remember that I love sesame oil chicken."

The old man started wailing loudly in his arms with a sesame oil chicken.

Li Jiatian waved his hand and gave it to him, cursing: "Nonsense, I'm not too confused yet. Isn't it just because you love to eat sesame oil chicken that others call you Sesame oil strong?"

Li Jiatian quietly watched him eat chicken. Seeing that his face and mouth were covered with oil, and it seemed too embarrassing to eat, he took a tissue to wipe his mouth.

Helen didn't look back, but kept pricking her ears to listen to their conversation.

She has also watched Hong Kong movies and is very interested in such a world of affairs.

However, the performance of the two young and dandy boys in the back row completely subverted her perception of the Hong Kong Island community.

The two old men were crying, but they didn't look like they were a bit powerful.

"Seah, I have something to do with you."

Seeing that he had finished eating the whole chicken, Li Jiatian took out a cigarette and handed it to him.

Sesame oil smoked a cigarette and sighed: "Sixth Master, I am old, no more powerful than before. You can see what I am now, and I can't help you."

Li Jiatian said as if he hadn't heard what he said: "Do you still remember Du Yiming?"

When he was a short mule, you were his boss and you brought him to debut.”

“Du Yiming?

Are you talking about gossip and the one who loves to spread right and wrong the most?”

Ma Youqiang was stunned, "Master Liu, why did you suddenly mention him? I heard that he is now the boss and is doing well."

Li Jiatian's eyes suddenly shone, "Seme oil is strong. When he was in the club, he must have done a lot of illegal things, right?"

"Sixth Master, what do you want to do?"

Sesame oilqiang was frightened by Li Jiatian's appearance.

"What don't you want to do! Everyone makes mistakes. Have you heard a saying?

The net of heaven is vast and unobstructed.”

Li Jiatian smiled mysteriously, "Don't be anxious now, tell me one by one what Du Yiming had done before."

******* Riemann was indeed completely banned by Hong Kong Island. No crew asked her to start work, and no media interviewed her. Fortunately, there was a trendy women's clothing brand from another place and wanted to sign her as the brand spokesperson.

This trendy brand is not a local company in Hong Kong and has nothing to do with the entertainment industry, so it does not understand what has happened to Riemann these days.

Riemann, who was short of money, agreed without hesitation.

Although this contract is not much money, for her now, it is like a long drought and a sweet rain.

In Central, this trendy store hung up a large poster of Riemann outside, and the clerk was enthusiastically distributing it in the nearby block with flyers.

"At 10:58, the famous actress Riemann visited our store. There is a big discount today. Don't miss it when you pass by!"

At 9 o'clock, Li Jiatian, who received the news, walked into the store with the company of his bodyguards.

He was recognized by the clerk as a big boss and was immediately received by the store manager.

Although the store mainly faces young customers aged 18-30, and Li Jiatian is obviously an old man, the store manager still shouts hard with the mentality of rather than letting go of the wrong one.

"Sir, our brand is very fashionable. Do you want to choose two beautiful shirts?"

"good!"

Li Jiatian nodded without hesitation. He walked around the store, "This one, this one...this one."

He chose the cheapest half-sleeved T-shirt in the store. Every time he said that, the store manager would take the clothes he chose from from the hanger attentively.

Li Jiatian chose four in total.

As soon as he finished speaking, the store manager had already prepared four pieces of clothes, "Sir, I chose them all according to your size. The fitting room is there, you can try it."

Li Jiatian waved his hand and said, "No need to try it. You can give me fifty pieces of each of the four I chose."

"ah?"

The store manager suspected that he had heard it wrong.

“Not so many?”

Li Jiatian glanced at him.

“Yes, yes.”

The store manager woke up from his dream and asked hurriedly, "Sir, how many sizes do they all need?"

"casual!"

Li Jiatian stopped talking nonsense and asked his subordinates to swipe their cards to pay directly.

The store manager asked the clerk to dress 200 pieces of clothing, and Li Jiatian's subordinates left with countless packaging bags.

The store manager couldn't stop laughing. Today is a great day. Miss Li has not arrived yet! She has done such a big business.

At 10:58, Riemann appeared on the temporary platform in front of the store on time in a temporary fashion brand. As soon as the publicity meeting began, a large group of people wearing this fashion brand T-shirts came from both sides of the road. Among them were security guards, cleaning aunts, plumbers, and even a few beggars were mixed in.
Chapter completed!