Hong Kong Island Old Events

"FUCK!"

When the British inspector saw the coachmen loading up the guests one after another, he started to run away. As if he was completely ignoring him, he swung his baton and was about to hit Brother Zhan on the head.

"Sir."

"No." A Chinese police sergeant grabbed his arm and shook his head firmly: "Don't make a big deal out of it."

"We are here to disperse the crowd, as long as the people disperse."

Seeing the large number of citizens around him, the British inspector woke up and was afraid of causing trouble, so he had to give up. He gave Brother Zhan a vicious look, took back his baton, turned around and said to his subordinates: "Remember the name of the leader."

"Yes, sir."

The Chinese police chief gave Brother Zhan a cold look and agreed.

Brother Zhan escaped, bowed his head and thanked him, and went back to pick up the rickshaw. Soon the rickshaws gathered in front of the pier dispersed in a hurry, leaving only four or five rickshaw drivers waiting for passengers. The inspector lit a cigarette, smoked it slowly, and slowly left with the two teams of police officers.

Mongkok.

Detective Hua Meng Yuanda, wearing a shirt and several plainclothes police officers, accompanied Superintendent Guilao to the street and waved to the driver who was waiting for the passengers: "Fat Zaidong, come here."

"Dago."

"What's the matter?" A tall and muscular head coachman with a flattering face walked forward, bowed his head and bowed. Meng Yuanda pointed to the officer next to him and said loudly: "Sir, you are here to check the security of the streets. You lead thirty or forty people to crowd on a street to solicit customers. What do you mean?"

"A bloodbath."

"Grab territory?"

Meng Yuanda, as the Mong Kok talker appointed by Sir He, is very prestigious in this area. Not only is he respected in the world, but even Director Gui Lao wants to give him three points. In just a few years, the man who was not accepted at the beginning has The bad guy that people like to see is also a bit majestic.

Chen Jiadong said quickly: "Brother Da, I misunderstood. Our business is to attract customers. Not only do we not fight, but we also give preferential treatment to the citizens."

"Don't talk so much nonsense." Meng Yuanda said arrogantly: "Sir, if you don't like me, you will dislike me. If you don't like me, sir, I will poke holes in your shit. In one minute, Evacuate quickly!"

"it's not good."

"Brother Da, it's our union's decision." Chen Jiadong just retorted, but when he saw Meng Yuanda winking at him repeatedly, he immediately understood and nodded hurriedly: "Yes, yes, yes, we will withdraw immediately."

"Brothers, let's disperse." He waved his hand and gave two gestures to the brothers beside him. The brothers immediately dispersed in a tacit understanding. One group went to the left, one group went to the right, and another group went to the end of the street. There were no dozens of people gathering immediately, only a few spots with more than ten people left.

"Sir, how are you?" Meng Yuanda put on a flattering smile, took out a cigarette from his arms and handed it to the police officer. Superintendent Gui Lao took the cigarette and saw the Chinese coachman's appearance. He knew that the coachman was playing tricks on him. However, he had received orders from Tai Kwun to show off. As long as things made sense, who cares about the deputy director? Not satisfied with your appearance? He lowered his head to enjoy the fire handed to him by his subordinate, took a few puffs of the cigarette, exhaled a cloud of smoke and said, "OK."

"OK!"

"OK!"

Meng Yuanda repeated the story twice like a fool, flicked out the flames in his hands, lowered his head and came forward and said: "Sir, there is a tea restaurant on the right turn ahead. The special ice and fire pineapple buns inside are great. The buns are big and round. Get up and call me an Omai!"

"I just didn't have breakfast. Take me to see if it's really what you said, I'll buy it!" Superintendent Gui Lao was very excited when he heard this, he was very interested, and even his Cantonese was much better. Meng Yuanda had been holding his chest with his hands just now, but now he quickly put them down and stepped forward to lead the way with a smile.

Golden bell.

Deren Street.

This is the famous Pacific Place in later generations. It was once the busiest business district on Hong Kong Island. Now it is full of shops, busy with traffic, and crowded with people. On the street, dozens of rickshaws are parked on the roadside. The rickshaw drivers receive customers one after another and get up to leave. .

Although rickshaws do not go to Wan Chai Ferry Terminal to pick up passengers, they do gather at Queensway, which is closest to Wan Chai, to take over the flow of passengers from Wan Chai Ferry Terminal. Moreover, the streets in Admiralty and Central have a large number of taxis. Sometimes, when working people go out to have lunch, they have to call for a rickshaw. Naturally, there will be rickshaw drivers waiting for customers on the roadside.

A British police officer raised the brim of his hat, looked at the rickshaw driver in front of him, and said: "We are not allowed to gather to wait for customers now. Let's disperse and come back in a few days."

"Sir, we are just soliciting customers, so there is no need to chase people away, right?"

Standing in front of dozens of Chinese coachmen, this British police officer did not have many subordinates. He actually looked a little weak. Moreover, his eyes were very smart. He stepped forward and gently advised: "Don't think that I don't know what you are planning. You want to cause trouble to put pressure on the Star Ferry, right?"

"We're going to make things big, right?"

"You make it difficult for me now, and I will make it difficult for you later. Let's take a break for a while and come back in a few hours. I don't want to be the one who stands out, so do you have to be the one who stands out?" The police officer stared at the leader. After a while, he admonished: "You may not be able to stand out if you stand out, and the first one may not be the most prestigious. It's more cost-effective to hang around behind, make money, have merit, and don't have to be beaten to death or imprisoned." .”

The coachman's brows jumped. He really didn't expect Gui Lao to say such words full of Eastern philosophy. It seemed that Gui Lao was really not in vain on Hong Kong Island. The higher-ups didn't know what was going on, but at least the lower-level people had already learned how to behave.

Moreover, there were not many people from Gui Lao at all. The big boss above must not have wanted to see the unilateral beating of Gui Lao. For various reasons, the leader of the coachman still nodded and waved: "To give Sir a face, leave a dozen people waiting on the street for the guests, and the others will move to the next two streets to enjoy the cool air."

"knew."

"Boss."

The drivers followed the instructions and left.

The British police officer lowered the brim of his hat again to cover his eyebrows, assuming a strange and majestic look. Three Indian policemen followed behind the chief, doing nothing but idle work. If he hadn't been surrounded by Chinese and Asan people all day long, he really wouldn't have been able to develop such talk. Of course, the prerequisite for the use of words is that you have a skin and enough strength, otherwise the fool will listen to you.

The time advanced to seven o'clock, and with the arrival of the peak work period, more and more people were at the North Point Pier. The coachmen did not disperse after picking up the passengers as the British inspector had imagined, but instead dropped off the guests. After arriving at the destination, we returned again.

Everyone knows that docks and stations are the best places to pick up passengers, so how could the coachman wait for the passengers in the corner instead of leaving the money tree? When the British inspector returned to the police station, had breakfast, read the newspaper, took some time off, and then took his people to the pier for inspection again, he saw the vehicles gathering on the pier road, and a bad breath suddenly rushed over his head.

At this time, he would not give any more face to the rickshaw drivers. He stepped forward and overturned the rickshaw. He took out his baton and hit the driver's head hard: "Pfft!"

"Poof!"

"Poof!"

The driver held his head in his hands and rolled back and forth on the ground, screaming in agony.

In fact, when Inspector Gui Lao appeared at the dock, he was already targeted by a group of rickshaw pullers. At this time, when the coachmen saw Inspector Gui Lao taking action, they all rushed forward without hesitation. No matter what the police officers behind Inspector Gui Lao thought, when they saw the coachman rushing towards the officer, they had no choice but to step forward and try their best to pull the coachman away. They pushed back. Although rickshaw pullers are generally strong and strong, their strength cannot stop young police officers who have been trained for a long time and are well-organized.

"Crash."

A large number of rickshaw drivers were pushed to the ground by the police.

The first wave of conflicts came so fast and violent that the guests around them didn't even react. The police officers had already drawn out their batons and smashed them at the rickshaw driver. The rickshaws on the roadside were either empty or overturned.

There was a cry of surprise from the citizens.

A Chinese police officer raised a bloody wooden stick and struck him hard again: "Do it!"

"You dare to take action when I tell you not to leave!"

The coachman was stunned and was immediately knocked to the ground with a stick. But there were more rickshaw drivers, and soon one driver pushed the police officer down and stampeded on him. There was even a sharp young man who directly strangled the necks of the police officers with a sweat towel and dragged the police officers to the corner. I saw the police officer's eyes widened, his fingers clasped in the towel, his tongue sticking out, and he kept kicking his feet on the ground, unable to catch a breath.

Most of these police officers are new recruits who have joined the police force in the past five years. They have been brainwashed by the ghost boss for a long time and are willing to follow the ghost boss's command.

When the British inspector saw a coachman rushing toward him, he quickly stepped aside, pulled out the gun from his waist, pointed it at the coachman's head, and cursed: "Trash, you dare to fight with me!"

"Hold your head and squat down!"

The coachman stopped quickly, slowly bent his knees, raised his arms, and stared at the ghost man fiercely. When Gui Lao lowered his gun slightly, he immediately pounced again: "Bang!"

A gunshot.

The driver was shot and fell to the ground.

Inspector Gui Lao's eyes followed the muzzle of the gun and looked at the coachman rolling on the ground with his belly in his arms. Apart from anger, he could not feel any happy emotions in his heart. Because he knew that this shot had pushed the matter to another level, and the trouble would be great next.

But he has been promoted by his boss along the way, and his boss is a strong supporter of Sir Patton in the military. He has always hoped to use the power of Sir Patton to enter the director level. If things succeed, he can also take great strides to become a director. A superintendent at the constitutional committee level.

However, before he could get out of his thoughts, Brother Zhan, the leader of the coachman from North Point Pier, rushed from behind and threw him to the ground under the astonished eyes of the police officers.

"Poof!" A flash of joy flashed across Brother Zhan's simple and dull face, and a dagger he pulled out from nowhere had already been pierced into the ghost's stomach. Inspector Gui Lao only felt an itching and numbness in his abdomen, and then he felt that the strength of his body was rapidly draining away. He knew in his heart that he was injured, but he never expected to see such emotions in Brother Zhan's expression, happy, with a little happy smile? Killing a police officer is a serious crime, how can you be happy? He never imagined what Brother Zhan would get afterwards. It was a two-story red brick house in the New Territories, which was an important capital for the entire family's survival on Hong Kong Island.

Today is Junzai's birthday, and it just so happens that Chrissy Cheung came to Fuzhou to hold a concert, so my wife bought a ticket for Chrissie Cheung to celebrate my birthday. I'm going to a concert in the evening. If I come back early, there will be a second update in the early morning. The last time Junzai attended a concert was in 2016 when Eason Chan was on tour. At that time Junzai used the money he earned from his summer job to attend two concerts. Haha, Junzai is a fan of the doctor. He even bought tickets for Eason Chan’s New Year’s Eve concert at the Hong Kong Coliseum in 2019. Unfortunately, the mask outbreak canceled it, and Junzai’s deposit was defrauded by scalpers. He never paid it back. I really hope the doctor Come to China to hold a concert soon.