Hong Kong Island Old Events

At seven o'clock in the evening, Wangfu Restaurant, Dongfu Club's "Sangmentong", Tunguitang's "National Army", Tung Ying Club's "Good Friend", Number Gang "Fat Dragon", and Zhongxiao "Li Ge" were the five employees. Sitting at the tea table, Detective He took the main seat and raised his cup to drink tea. He said nothing and did not accept Sang Mentong's kind words. For a moment, the atmosphere became solemn and the banquet suddenly stopped.

He Dingxian put down his tea cup and looked around them: "Atong, I have a habit of only eating with friends. Everyone here must be my friend, right?"

"Yes, we all respect Brother Xian and have always regarded Brother Xian as our idol and boss!" Sangmentong spoke eloquently and quickly answered: "Of course we must be considered friends! As long as Brother Xian recognizes us as friends... "

"good!"

"Should friends help each other and help each other?" he asked again, his tone aggressive and his momentum brooking no resistance.

As the representative, Sangmentong responded quickly: "Yes!"

"We should help each other!" He turned around and glanced at a few fellow Jianghu people with flashing eyes, and the rest nodded repeatedly.

"That's good..." He Dingxian sighed, picked up the chopsticks, and sighed: "Ever since I had dinner with Inspector Zhang last time, and I was unhappy and wasted a table of food and wine, I have made up my mind not to use it in the future. We won’t have dinner until things are settled!”

"You don't mind, do you?" he asked.

Sangmentong's face was full of smiles and wrinkles, and he quickly replied: "This is a good habit."

Li Ge and others: "I don't mind, I don't mind..."

"Then I will set up a stall in Mong Kok, set a certain number, and charge a fee. You will help me, right?" He Dingxian said in a threatening tone.

The expressions of Sangmentong and others changed slightly, and they immediately blurted out: "Help, we must help! The market is in a mess, with one stall in the east and another stall in the west, which makes everyone's business bad, and they have to fight from time to time, and the ghost guys are more They come to collect money one after another. The Fire Department comes to play and the Food Department comes. The Food Department has just left and the industrial and commercial summer has come again. Someone should stand up for us."

"Brother Xian, we support you!"

"Support you!"

The national army, Liangyou, and Li Ge all said.

He Dingxian nodded slightly, expressing satisfaction, but there was a sneer in his heart. He was clearly trying to fool him by saying one thing and doing the other behind his back.

Just finish what he has to say so that he has nothing to say, right?

He Dingxian looked at him coldly, picked up the teapot, poured tea by himself, and at the same time shouted loudly: "Azai!"

"Brother Xian."

Lardboy was wearing a jacket, holding a paper fan in his hand, clasping his fists with both hands, trying his best to put away his big belly, and walked to the table with a silly smile on his face: "Hehe, hehe."

"Good evening, gentlemen." He stood next to the elders, still holding his fists and greeting them with a smile, and all the elders also looked at him.

He Dingxian put down the teapot and raised the cup: "In the future, Ah Chai will collect the numbers of various societies for me, how the stalls, streets, and land in Mong Kok District are divided. Ah Chai will also tell you what is inappropriate. , we can talk now, there is no need to talk when we walk out of this door."

"Understand?"

He lowered his head and drank tea.

Li Ge, Guojun, Liangyou and others looked at the new Mong Kok rent collector with contempt in their eyes, knowing that this lard boy was Inspector He's money bag.

Lardboy continued to smile and said: "Everyone, we will be begging for food in Mong Kok together in the future. I hope you will give me more face."

"I, Lardboy, collect rents for the superiors, not to collect debts. If there is anything we can discuss, we can discuss it."

Li Ge and Guojun nodded one after another.

"Azai, sit down." After He Dingxian gave one sentence, Lardboy moved a chair and sat down. Fat Long, the number gang member, seemed to admire Lardboy's appearance.

Lardboy then told the stalls in Mong Kok District: "From now on, a total of four licenses will be issued for tobacco stalls and noodle stalls in Mong Kok District, one for Chao Yiyong, one for Tung Yi Tong, one for Number Bang, and one for Xiao Zhong."

"There can only be two cigarette stalls on Tung Choi Street, five on Portland Street, three on Fa Yuen Street, seven on Nathan Road near Yau Ma Tei, and six on Nathan Road near Kowloon Tong..."

"There can be more gambling stalls, twenty-three, and the sauna shop remains unchanged, but the Yuanyang Tea Restaurant, massages, etc. need to be reorganized..."

Lardboy finished speaking halfway, picked up his tea cup and drank, and then continued to talk for more than ten minutes, with very detailed divisions.

There are certain differences between the situation in Mong Kok and Wan Chai. First of all, Mong Kok has just returned to the Chaoshan Gang, but Wan Chai has taken it back for a year. In Wan Chai, most of the profits can be left to the Chaoshan Gang, and even in the entire Central, the Chaoshan community can get the most. But before Mong Kok, the biggest It’s the Dongguan Gang who wants to kill them all at once. It’s unrealistic. Firstly, the Dongguan Gang won’t sit still and wait for death. Secondly, the situation needs to be stable and there is no need to affect political performance...

He Dingxian still left room for the Dongguan Gang in the division of stalls. First, he only gave the Chaoshan Gang opportunities in the tobacco stalls and horse stalls. Secondly, he only took over the land before Lian Gong Le, and did not take back the Dong Yi Tang and the Ma Lan. After hearing this, Guojun, Liangyou, Feilong and others at Dongfushe and others' stalls all felt that it was "fair".

When everyone heard that the stalls were divided in such detail, they also knew that they had specially researched the market and it was a very determined plan.

Sangmentong immediately expressed his stance: "Thank you so much, Brother Xian."

"If you agree, let's drink tea first!" He Dingxian raised his teacup.

"Thank you, Brother Xian."

"Thank you, Brother Xian."

After Sangmentong, Guojun, Feilong and others raised their tea cups. The six people at the table drank a cup of tea and sat down to eat and drink again. The solemn atmosphere finally became lively.

At around nine o'clock, when the guests were enjoying themselves, the national army sent the detective away at the door of the restaurant. He spit out the turbid smell of alcohol and turned around and said, "What should I do?"

"It seems that Detective He is quite polite."

Sangmentong was silent, obviously hesitant, but his good friend was calm and calm, and said surprisingly: "The more polite he is, the more he is a paper tiger."

"How do you say that idiom?" He looked at Li Ge, who was reading a book.

Li Ge said: "It's tough on the outside but there's trouble on the inside."

"Yes." He smiled proudly: "What should I do? Do you want to dig food in the dog bowl, or do you want to eat a big meal?"

Lardboy sat on the rickshaw and said to a car on the right front: "Brother Xian, things are going very well. Arrange these people, let Chao Yiyong come in, and slowly drive them out in a year or two." Mong Kok... Chao Yiyong people should be grateful, and nothing else will cause trouble..."

He Dingxian narrowed his eyes slightly, blew the cool breeze, and laughed comfortably: "Haha, the smoother things go, the more wrong it is. No one objected during the whole process? Am I better than the President of the United States! The more they obey, the more serious they are. I didn’t take it seriously, I must have thought of opening the stall secretly to serve the good of the world, after all, even dogs can protect their food, and if you have thousands of brothers working under a few names, they won’t be worse than dogs, right?”

Lardboy is still smiling: "Brother Xian, do what you say."

He Dingxian pondered for a long time and swallowed warmly: "Wait a minute, I also want to use them to try the ingredients of the ghosts, to see which ghosts love money more, which ones love face more, which ones just leave if they really want to make a fortune, and which ones I want to develop my career..."

Lardboy said confidently: "Brother Xian, I knew you had an idea a long time ago, otherwise you wouldn't have asked them to finish the whole meal."

"The table has already been turned over!"

He Dingxian smiled and said nothing.

It is difficult to tell the nature of ghost bosses through daily contact. In official business, everyone wears a mask and will never be easily seen through. Only when interests are involved, everyone will act in accordance with their nature. The country is easy to change, but the nature is hard to change.

Since there are gaps between the ghosts of the three major factions, and even different positions and political policies, there must be conflicts and areas that can be exploited.

If you want to get to the top in Hong Kong Island, you cannot avoid the ghost guys. You must deal with the ghost guys and gain the support of a certain group of ghost guys. There are many ways, including getting closer, bribery, coercion and inducement, but you must get support!

If you can't avoid it, it's better to go up to it, and use the society's overt and covert methods to open stalls secretly, so that the ghost guys can charge a little less than those in Hong Kong Island, no lower than before, no higher than before.

If the expectations of the ghost guys are disappointed, money-hungry ghost guys will naturally jump out. Not only will they be able to find the target of bribery, but they will also be able to distinguish between friends and foes among the ghost guys step by step. To be honest, in Mong Kok, the director personally ordered a smooth operation. Under the circumstances, Detective Hua would not want to meddle in Jianghu affairs. Yigan Zhashiren has indeed grasped the key. If he wants to quickly settle the people in Jianghu, it is best to use his strength to let the ghosts stand up and support him. As long as There are enough money-grubbing ghosts, and the Director of Mong Kok will definitely not be able to withstand them.

As for whether there are more greedy ghosts or honest ghosts?

"hehe."

He Dingxian was actually very confident, and even if the plan failed, it would be no problem. It was just a matter of spending more time. After all, the Chaoshan Gang had already entered the scene. As long as he was willing to help, he could steal the Dongguan Gang's business step by step.

"However, Chao Yiyong's Chaoshan gang dominates the Kowloon area. Chao Yiyong also relies on his business in Kowloon to become the largest society in Chaoshan."

"In comparison, it is better for more than a dozen Chaoshan societies on Hong Kong Island to fight for food together. In the eyes of Police Inspector Hua, Chaoshan society is one and treats everyone the same, and one society will not be dominant. .”

"In Kowloon District, we either need to help a few more Chaoshan societies to come out, or we have to leave a group of Dongguan societies to work." He Dingxian understood in his heart: "Now we are just using Chaoshan Yiyong. In the future, it is impossible to give all the territory to one family, otherwise the world will Who has the final say?”

In the position of Inspector Hua, he is already qualified to play a balancing act in the jurisdiction. The rickshaw arrived at the downstairs of the rental house. He Dingxian went upstairs and returned to the door. Just as he was about to take out the key and open the door, the door opened from inside the house. Bai Yue'e changed He bought a set of home clothes, with a kitchen skirt wrapped around his chest. He bent down and took out a pair of slippers and put them on the ground. He said in a clear voice: "Mr. He, are you back?"

"Didn't you go home?" He Dingxian took off his shoes and entered the house to find that the whole room had been cleaned and looked brand new. When he came back after a day at work, the house had completely changed.

Bai Yue'e smiled and said: "I know you will finish work late at night and will definitely drink. I specially made you a sour plum soup to sober up. I will go home later."

He Dingxian nodded casually, sat on the sofa and drank the sour plum soup. He stood up and took out a stack of Hong Kong dollars from the cabinet and threw it on the table: "I will go back tomorrow morning and tell you that my father and Chaozhou Zou, give him the business of Mong Kok Ma Lan, cigarettes." When it comes to Teochew porridge, go to the lard boy at the number of stalls and decide how to divide it."

"Ask a few brothers to help us move and sleep with me in the new house tomorrow night. If I'm too lazy to get clothes, I'll buy a few more beautiful ones." His eyes fell on Bai Yue'e's lap: "This is this month's pocket money, take it. Hua, don’t cause any trouble for me.”

Bai Yue'e's face looked a little stunned at first, then a little shy, and finally agreed, and obediently stepped forward to get the money: "I understand, Mr. He."

"You usually call me Brother Xian. When there's no one around at night, you call me husband. You can call me Dad, whatever you want." He Dingxian sat on the sofa and waved his hands and said casually: "From today on, you will be my concubine. Every time I say it, Mr. He is like Hair-combing maid, if word spreads about playing maid, it will bring bad reputation to me.”