Hong Kong Island Old Events

He Dingxian came to the scene, looked at the old man on the ground, and said regretfully: "It was too easy to die."

"Officer He."

At this time, Jin Weiguo, wearing a suit, rushed in front of him, looked at the famous secret director, and sighed: "Decisive enough!"

"My men have withdrawn from the scene, and you have to handle the rest."

He Dingxian nodded: "It's a small thing, even Madman Mao can't bring you back to the country, and he can't write it in the newspaper."

Jin Weiguo smiled: "It doesn't matter. I will write a report on Hong Kong Island's newspapers. I will write a report over there. In short, the success of the operation is a credit, whether it is life or death, if it can be brought back to the country A public trial is best.”

"Killing himself on the street is still an admission of his sins."

Unexpectedly, Madman Mao's last shot gave He Dingxian an advantage.

"Well."

"I'll arrange for someone to collect the body."

He Dingxian waved his hand, and the on-site staff immediately took action to take away the shot agents. Those who were injured needed to be interrogated secretly, and all sites on Hong Kong Island were cleared. This credit can just be distributed to the Military Intelligence Office and return a little favor.

"I go first."

Jin Weiguo nodded lightly and did not stay long.

His contribution will still be written on the document, and it will be made public when the confidentiality period expires in the future, and he will inevitably be rewarded by the superiors. This is the work of the underground front. It is unknown during life and shines brightly after death.

Many achievements cannot be publicized.

"It feels good that no one is watching, but this time the Secrecy Bureau failed, and it will never be possible to establish a station on Hong Kong Island." He Dingxian breathed a sigh of relief, without even looking at the body on the ground, handed the scene to his subordinates and left .

He was a notorious spy when he was alive, but he really stinks when he's dead!

The next day.

"South China Morning Post" headline: Police kill Madman Mao and arrest multiple spies on the spot. "Oriental Daily" headline news: The Secrecy Bureau disrupted the situation, and the Hong Kong Island Police responded heroically and killed Madman Mao on the spot. "Ta Kung Pao" headline: The current director of the Secrecy Bureau has died, and Taiwan's political situation is in turmoil.

"Crazy Hairy Man is dead!"

A teahouse.

A middle-aged man wearing a suit and hat, with a mustache, held a tea cup in his left hand and a newspaper in his right hand. The turmoil in Shanghai seemed to be vivid in my mind. In the blink of an eye, the Anti-Japanese War was won, the whole country was liberated, and the executioner died under his own gun.

He sipped the tea, sighed slightly, and simply said: "A good death!"

"When the news was released, there was no response from the market." He Dingxian saw that the public opinion in the market was mediocre, and even the sales of newspapers did not increase. He had to admit: "The era of three cents and one hat has passed."

"The news that Madman Mao committed suicide in Hong Kong may have some influence in Taiwan. The citizens of Hong Kong would rather read the horse racing book and think about the number of bets at night than bother to see whether the secrecy director is dead or not."

"This can be considered a good thing."

He put down the newspaper, picked up the documents, and reviewed the cases in the jurisdiction.

Citizens are very accustomed to peace and do not care about politics, which is sometimes a reflection of happiness. In an era when everyone cares about politics, politics must be turbulent and terrifying. If the interests of a certain group are not involved, most people in Hong Kong would prefer to read horse newspapers, dog newspapers, and romantic magazines.

Full, warm and lustful.

"However, the Secretary of Security is in Hong Kong. It is destined to be a political incident. All parties will have different opinions. However, Taiwan Island has not responded for a long time. It seems that it has completely given up on Madman Mao." He Dingxian no longer needs to worry. Will there be an assassination?

Madman Mao has already made up for his mistakes, but he has not even made up for his mistakes. Who will stand up for him? What's more, the Secrecy Bureau even dared to touch the Crown Prince, who had become a political outcast early on. Killing him was simply to solve a problem.

afternoon.

Wan Chai, Lam's Tenement House.

Xiang Yan was dressed in a suit, dusty and dusty, and behind him was a dying leader covered in blood. The two horses each supported an arm of the leader, while Xiang Yan looked at Lin Jiang in the hall and asked, "Uncle Jiang, where is Uncle Jing?"

"I have something to do when I go out." Lin Jing looked at the injured face, his expression changed slightly, and asked, "What's wrong with Asi?"

"The anti-drug team swept the company's cigarette stalls." Xiang Yan sighed: "Not only did they kill seven brothers, but they also arrested two. I received the news and took people to respond and rescued A Xi at the back door. The Jianghu people have already released the news that the police force has taken away our Xinji’s cigarette license!”

Lin Jiang took a deep breath: "It's been less than half a month since Mr. Xiang's death. The cigarette licenses are taken off at will, but the fees are collected once a month. The police force is really overbearing. Before the end of this month, the cigarette licenses belong to our Xiang family!"

He looked at Axi's white shirt stained red with blood, one of his eyeballs was blown out, dripping with blood, and he was furious.

Xiang Yan gritted his teeth and asked someone to send Asi to the small room, waiting for the doctor to come. He gritted his teeth and said, "Uncle Jiang, cigarettes can earn hundreds of thousands a month. It is the most profitable business of the Xiang family. If you lose the cigarettes today, you will lose tomorrow." The gambling stalls were lost, the docks were lost the day after tomorrow, and in less than three months, all the businesses in Xinji, large and small, were lost.”

"Are you going to live in a few restaurants then?"

He does not have the reputation of being the leader of Xinji, but he has the reputation of being the leader of Xinji. He has just succeeded to the throne and is very nervous about the loss of every bit of power.

Not willing to have family property taken away and benefits reduced.

Worried even more about being seen as incompetent, Xinji changed his name.

Lin Jiang sighed and handed out a newspaper: "Yanzi, read it yourself."

Xiang Yan took the newspaper with a confused look on his face, suspicious in his heart. After taking a look at it, he was stunned: "Taipei claimed that Chairman Mao had resigned long ago. What happened on Hong Kong Island has nothing to do with Taiwan Island?"

This official statement is even more shocking than yesterday's news of Mao Zedong's death.

"Taiwan is scared." Lin Jiang sighed: "This is the reason why the police force dares to bully us. All the backers and backgrounds have been destroyed. How can a society with no political background make money in the arena? The arena has the power. The world is a world of rich people, but it is not a world of short mules."

"Xinji was able to reorganize and grow under the leadership of Xiang Sheng because of the support of Taiwan Island. Now the young man from Taiwan Island has left the ICU with a broken leg. The young man who is lame on one leg is just like the young man who is lame on one leg. Legs of Taiwan."

"They don't have the guts anymore."

In fact, the NTU boy is not only missing a leg, but also has more than 100 skin grafts all over his body. Even with American technology, the flaws are obvious. The old man is old and insists on passing the throne, but the consequences are unpredictable. But the eldest son already has a team, manpower, and real power.

"how so?"

Xiang Yan sighed, not because he felt sorry for the people in Taiwan, but because he felt sorry for their Xiang family.

Lin Jiang sighed: "As far as I know, Xiangjia's land and business have been promised to the police force. Now it is best to transfer assets, purchase some upright shops, or even buy buildings and land, so that Xiangjia can transform into a upright business." company."

"The brand name can only last a year and a half at most."

"cannot!"

Suddenly a decisive voice came from outside the door: "It's not bad to fish for Zhengxing, but the police force is fishing for criminals. Foreign banks have to charge money to open an account. Ghost guys regard Chinese as a thorn in their side every day. Xinji has soldiers and horses. We have fun, but we don’t have any power or influence. Even the Chamber of Commerce won’t accept us.”

Xiang Yanzheng felt desperate and began to weigh the pros and cons of being a businessman. Lin Jing's words brought him back to his desperate situation. He turned around quickly and said, "Uncle Jing."

"Xiang Sheng."

Lin Jing respectfully clasped his fists in salute and said, "Hit!"

"Fight now!"

Xiang Yan looked panicked and said fearfully: "Uncle Jing, how can we fight now? Who should we fight?"

"Of course I'm not fighting with the police force, but with those associations. I'm showing off in an upright way. I have more than 30,000 people under my belt. I can't help but be looked down upon by the people in the world. On the contrary, I show my strength and let those associations take every bite. Only when a tooth is chipped will big people take notice of us," Lin Jing said. Lin Jiang was a little surprised, but after taking a closer look, he felt it made sense: "Boss, isn't it?"

Lin Jingxian nodded: "Xiang Sheng, He Dingxian is not without opponents, nor is he without enemies. The power struggle within the police force is even more complicated. He Dingxian just maintains a balance and is walking on thin ice. If he makes no mistake, there will be crises everywhere."

"Xinji now has no political foundation and is relaxed. On the contrary, it is a good opportunity to change the family. Taiwan Island is no longer reliable, and we have to wait until the future to find connections. At least no one dares to cooperate with us now."

Xiang Yan nodded bitterly.

The Xiang family does have a bad reputation in Taiwan, and Xiang Qian used to work in the Secrecy Bureau and had the closest relationship with it. Even the Secrecy Bureau will soon be gone. It's stupid to praise Taiwan Island's stinky feet now. It's better to save some incense for the future.

"Uncle Jing."

"Do you have a new way?"

Lin Jing shook his head and nodded: "There is no way, but the way is made by people. As long as Xiang Jia can fight, hold on for a month, or half a year, someone will come to him. After all, those politicians want to compete with the police force. , the support of the Jianghu community is inevitable.”

"If we don't have a cigarette license, we'll find someone to rent it to. If no one wants to rent it, we'll focus on making horse stables. If the horse stables are well made, we'll let other societies come in and sell them, and we'll pump water. As for the horse stables, gambling stalls, and piers, hehe, come here if you have the ability. take."

Lin Jing was frightened when he heard this: "Boss, are you playing this big?"

"The flying sand wind turns."

Lin Jing said calmly: "Give it a try."

"There is only a glimmer of hope."

Xiang Yan thought about it, and driven by the family feud, he nodded and said, "Okay!"

"Let's fight!"

Lin Dingding nodded: "However, during this period, the society may not be able to make ends meet. Don't think about transferring assets. You may even need to sell off some properties and land. Otherwise, the brothers will not get the money and will not be willing to work."

"You can't leave things to others. Whoever does this can maintain Xinji, and whoever is the leader of the brothers will be convinced."

"Understand?"

Xiang Yan thoughtfully said: "Thank you, Uncle Jing."

"From now on, we will only help you make suggestions and run errands. All decisions in Xinji will be made by you." Lin Jing educated him loudly: "Do you understand!"

"Understood."

"Uncle Jing."

Xiang Yan nodded again, like a puppet on strings.

"Take Su Long back, charge into battle, fight and kill people. He is a good hand." After Lin Jing finished speaking, he sat down on a chair and took a sip of tea, looking more energetic than usual.