Hong Kong Island Old Events

Late one night.

Kowloon Tong Pier.

Wu Shihao wore a white shirt and a gun on his waist. He strode onto the side board and asked in a low voice toward his confidant Da Xia, who was coming up to him, "Where's the goods?"

"Brother Hao, it's inside." Da Xia raised his eyes and glanced at the brothers with guns behind Wu Shihao. Wu Shihao raised his hand to signal the people around him to stop, and actually followed Da Xia into a warehouse alone.

The prawn opened some plastic curtains and came to a basket of durians. He pointed at the durians and said, "Brother Hao, the goods are here."

"Okay." Wu Shihao nodded, picked up a machete nearby, picked up a durian, looked at it for a moment, and nodded with satisfaction: "It was handled beautifully."

Da Xia and several brothers with dark skin and fierce expressions stood aside, silently watching the boss split open the durian with his knife.

The whole durian seemed to have lost some water. It fell into four pieces when cut with a knife. Each piece of the durian shell looked very brittle and was obviously stuck together with glue. However, the shell was hollowed out and there were pieces of paper covering hidden inside. It was impossible to see it. A little pulp.

Such durians are placed layer upon layer in wooden frames, filling the entire warehouse. There are hundreds or even thousands of them, and the scene is quite spectacular.

"The quality is very high, A-grade product!" Wu Shihao dug out the paper with his nails, dug out a little bit of powder and put it on the tip of his nose. He inhaled gently and turned his head to the sky with an intoxicated expression. The people around him were looking at the boss. , all showing the same evil smile.

Da Xia looked anxious and advised with lingering fear: "Brother Hao, if the big boss knows about this matter"

You could hear a pin drop in the entire warehouse, but a few people kept their voices very low when talking. They were really doing something shameful.

"The big boss won't know." Wu Shihao came to his senses, lowered his head, and a trace of determination appeared in his eyes: "Even if the big boss knows, I will handle it alone, and it's none of your business. Besides, all the big associations in Hong Kong can do it." Why can’t we do business?”

"If a righteous group doesn't gain fans, it will never become a big society!" Hearing this, Da Xia stopped trying to dissuade him and stood silently beside him, watching the boss clapped his hands and said loudly: "Transport the goods to the warehouse in a fruit truck and sell the fruit. What's so easy to make? You can earn hundreds of thousands a year selling this kind of fruit!" Wu Shihao pointed to the fruit frame and said, "You can earn it in two weeks!"

Da Xia waved to his brothers and started to carry the goods. With the help of the community workers, batches of fruits were transported onto the carts, including not only durians, pineapples, bananas, but also jackfruits, apples, and coconuts.

It is sent to the fruit column warehouse for storage as usual. The only difference is that there is a new freezer in the warehouse, and a batch of goods must be specially put into the freezer for storage.

While the club brothers worked all night, Wu Shihao took a car back to a tenement building in Kowloon Tong. Since the big boss handed over the Kowloon Tong Pier to Yi Qun to start construction, Yi Qun has officially taken root in Kowloon Tong. In the past, Yau Tsim Wong Although the site is good, it cannot support many brothers to start construction. Now it is just the pocketbook of the old brothers. The real main force of the society is all located at the Kowloon Tong Pier.

Both Chiu Yee-yung and Lao Fu, who were also working on the Kowloon Tong Pier, knew that Yi-Kun was covered by the "three flags" and stayed away from everything. As a result, after being merged into Chiu-Yi-Yong, Yi-Kun only carried the name of Chiu-Yi-Yong. In fact, it is still the same as the independent society, and even more prestigious than before. In a short period of time, it has grown to more than 5,000 people. It is also one of the top five churches in Chao Yiyong. In terms of popularity, it is only inferior to the newly elected Xin Si Guan Pai Fan. Fish, because Baifanyu is also a person of the "Three Flags".

In the tenement building, as soon as Wu Shihao came home, a woman with purple hair, short stature and proud breasts, wearing a red silk suspender skirt and slippers, came up to take the man's coat, and hung it easily on the On the clothes rack, he turned around and asked in a gentle and concerned tone: "Brother Hao, how are things going?"

"Everything goes well, we can pick up the goods at the warehouse tomorrow morning." Wu Shihao sat down on the sofa and spread his legs, feeling rare relaxation.

The woman sat on the man's lap without any notice, hugged the man's neck, and said affectionately: "Chao Yiyong's cigarette stall will finally be replaced by the pink stall. The profits from the pink stall are so high, you can get at least thirty or forty dollars in a month." Ten thousand, sales can exceed one million.”

"This does not include those transferred to Singapore, Germany, Europe and the United States. There is also a shortage of goods there now, and the market is getting bigger and bigger. At first, that old guy Chen Shijiu refused to do it, but the Ma brothers made a lot of money."

Wu Shihao frowned slightly and patted the bottom of his red skirt with his big hand: "Okay, don't mention the Ma brothers."

This was a thorn in his heart.

Mudan smiled, cupped the man's cheek, and kissed him lovingly.

This kiss set off a fire that couldn't be contained.

Wu Shihao stood up directly holding the woman in his arms, and walked towards the room while kissing passionately.

The two went to the bedroom and flopped on the bed, playing around for a while. The woman shouted: "Brother Hao, I'm going to burn incense for the old dead man."

A widow must offer incense sticks to her deceased husband every now and then in the first year, even if she remarries, to avoid gossip and to show the friendship between husband and wife.

This tenement building is one of the inheritances given to Mudan by Chen Shijiu. There is a small room dedicated to the incense table.

Wu Shihao heard this, but he held the woman down tightly, tossing her even harder, and threatened: "If you don't want to do it, if you want to do it, I will accompany you to do it in half the time."

"Little devil."

"Ah, you are so good and bad!"

Half an hour later, Wu Shihao walked out of the incense hall happily, followed by Peony, who was wiping her skirt with a flushed face. After the two of them finished applying incense to Chen Shijiu, they lay down on the sofa leaning against each other.

Mudan seemed to enjoy Wu Shihao's embrace very much. She kept drawing circles on his chest with her fingertips and said, "Brother Hao, you are such a big man, not like Chen Shijiu."

"Ha." Wu Shihao chuckled and asked, "Is it mainly about highlighting one big thing?"

Mudan shyly punched him: "A man, a big husband, as the old saying goes, of course a man must be big."

"Haha." Although Wu Shihao heard that Brother Nineteen was injured when he was young, he still laughed at the exaggeration. It is said that the woman after Chen Jiujiu's third concubine has more face than practical significance.

Wu Shihao did not continue the topic, lit a cigarette, and sighed: "Actually, I regret it very much."

Mudan's expression was calm, and she still clung to the man. She didn't give any advice, but just said: "Don't worry, I'm the one selling it. The cigarette stall is also owned by the society, and the society has the cigarette license."

"This is not what I regret." Wu Shihao took another puff of cigarette and Mudan said: "I will die first. Some things are done and there is no way out. I can only do them all at once."

"Well, otherwise, the brothers wouldn't do it with me."

When flour became completely popular on the market, it did not cause any disturbance in the world, because Taoist friends smoked cigarettes and chased dragons, but what was the difference between seeking death? What's more, the Ma brothers have already made a fortune by relying on flour, so the new product has a certain foundation in Hong Kong Island. When Chao Yiyong's cigarette stall was converted into a powder stall, it only accelerated the popularity of flour. In fact In the past, flour was gradually dominating the market.

But when Chao Yiyong changed to a fan stall, it was enough to attract He Dingxian's attention. He was not naive to think that Chao Yiyong couldn't be a fan. Every club in the world could become a fan, but the relationship between Wu Shihao and Mudan was at stake. In front of them, the two people's blatant behavior was simply an insult to the profession of flour dealers!

This is the first time in his two lives that he has seen such a stupid bookmaker. Is it because the police force loves money so much that he loses his fear? It's not like the dealers in later generations, who racked their brains and had many tricks.

There is no doubt that Wu Shihao is an outstanding gangster with ambition, force and gambling, but he is definitely not an outstanding careerist and has extremely strong shortcomings in political acumen. This is probably the fatal weakness caused by Wu Shihao's never being exposed to political games and not having any talents who have been exposed to officialdom around him.

However, Wu Shihao and Mudan were right about one thing. If He Dingxian wants to deal with them, he must obtain certain evidence. Otherwise, dealing with his subordinates for no reason will only cause panic among the subordinate groups. Not only will Yiqun's brotherhood be in chaos and collapse, but even Lardboy, Jiang Tiansheng, Ni Kun and others will be scared and at a loss.

But is it difficult to get evidence?

He Dingxian stood in the office, with his back to Yan Xiong, smoking a cigar and saying: "Axiong, Yi Qun is working on a fan stall recently."

Yan Xiong didn't answer immediately, because, what's the big deal about being a fan? As Wu Shihao said, all the eight major associations in Hong Kong have opened cigarette stalls and started selling fans. It is impossible to become a big association without setting up powder stalls, because fans represent many things, not only a huge cash flow, but also a kind of control. My little brother, the method of controlling the chicken mother and hollowing out the gamblers can form a complementary ecology with the dock. Moreover, the fan stall business is very good, and the fees paid are naturally large, which is also a major benefit to the police force.

But more important is the attitude of the commander.

He Dingxian turned back to look at him and said: "Anyone in Hong Kong can do this, except the people under me, do you understand?"

Yan Xiong solemnly accepted the order: "Brother Xian, I understand."

"Check it out and make sure the evidence is solid. Don't be afraid of offending people." He Dingxian pressed the cigarette butt into the glass jar and said in a very vicious tone: "Your nickname is Killer Hero."

An ugly, sinister smile appeared on Yan Xiong's face, and he said coldly: "Give me a week."

He returned to the office with the order. He did not rush to gather people. Instead, he walked up to Chen Zichao, knocked on the table and asked, "What is the name of the most trusted brother around Guo Lanhao?"

"Brother Xiong." Chen Zi stood up reflexively. After listening to the question, he thought for a moment and said, "It should be brothers Big Xia and Little Xia. What's wrong? Do you have anything to do?"

Yan Xiong pretended to smile warmly and waved his hand: "Haha, Brother Hao is a boss and a good brother, what else can he do? It's just that the boss plans to reuse two people, and they want to be rich."

Chen Zichao looked at the officer's leaving figure, suddenly shuddered, and secretly said: "Smiling Tiger, damn, those two street boys are going to be in trouble."

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