Men and women eating in the courtyard

Monthly Ticket Extra*Flowers Outside the Wall

(Monthly Ticket Extra on April 29, some good brothers and sisters have voted but didn’t see it, now I will update it)

Neon lights are flashing, and the Hong Kong city under the night is peaceful and happy like a life of luxury.

Ordinary people are of course looking forward to returning home early, so that they can give their hard-earned income to their wives in exchange for the lives of the whole family.

But for the rich people in Hong Kong, or the social people who dance on Hong Kong paper, the night life has just begun.

In front of the Rich Nightclub, there are a lot of cars and people, and it is very lively. The singing girls gather in front of the door waiting for familiar patrons to come.

Whenever a rich man gets off the luxury car that has just stopped, there will be three or five beautiful cheongsam singing girls surrounding him, smiling sweetly, and saying that the good brother has not come for a long time and misses him very much.

The fat, big-eared rich man with a cigar in his mouth was surrounded by people on both sides, and his big mouth was as ferocious as a wild boar, but he attracted the envy and admiration of everyone.

The real rich people are either taking care of their health or doing business at this time, so how could they appear in such a place to waste time.

But for the desperate people who want to make quick money and enjoy themselves in time, the first thing to do after landing is to shake off the mud on their legs.

As the old saying goes, it takes three lifetimes to raise an aristocrat, and those who suddenly become rich are called nouveau riche.

There are too few real aristocrats in the Hong Kong City, but nouveau riche are emerging in an endless stream.

Speaking of real aristocrats, there are still many who work like cows and horses around them and "enjoy their love".

The "Zhu Ganglie" who just got off the car is the most capable and powerful dock boss in Yau Ma Tei, Da Jiao Huang.

Don't get me wrong, his surname is not Da Jiao, his surname is Huang, the Huang in Mao Pian'er.

In the 1950s, he was still a fish butcher, just like the cart vendors who sell wontons and bean porridge in front of the rich people's doors now.

Who could have thought that he, Da Jiao Huang, could be so prosperous today, with three or four hundred brothers in his hands, guarding three docks, and not having to do anything, just the docking fees alone could not be spent in a lifetime.

Other big bosses talk about investment, operation, and management after they have money, but he doesn't care about that. Money is a bastard, and he will make it again if he loses it.

This port city lacks everything, but it does not lack opportunities to make money desperately.

Da Jiao Huang took out a cigar from the arms of the singing girl beside him, and held it in his right hand. When he raised his head, a big gold chain as thick as his little finger appeared from the fat on his neck.

The singing girls had stars in their eyes, and they felt that Mr. Huang was particularly yellow today, golden yellow.

"Where is Manli? Why can't I see her?"

Da Jiao Huang held the two singing girls in his left hand, pointed at the door with his finger, and said, "Ask her to have a few drinks with me."

"Oh~Boss Huang, you are so bad~"

The singing girl on the right tightly hugged Big Foot Huang's arm and leaned against him, saying coquettishly: "You don't care about us here, you just care about looking for Manli~"

"Hahaha~"

Big Foot Huang laughed loudly, and the yellow teeth in his open mouth were not as shiny as the gold on his neck, which made people feel disgusted.

But who said that it was hard to make money and eat shit in this port city? The singing girls had to endure the smell of dead fish on Boss Huang and pretend to be happy with his face.

"I want everything!"

Big Foot Huang waved his hand, pointed to the singing girls in front of the door and said to the younger brothers behind him: "I am happy tonight. Brothers have made new contributions and won another dock. We must have fun tonight!"

"Okay! Hahaha~"

What do the gangsters make money for? It can't be to save money to marry a wife, let alone to support mortgages and car loans.

They are the most simple people in the world. They won't tell you that their father gambles, their mother is sick, their brother is studying, they just started working and they are not familiar with each other, their brothers and sisters all rely on me, their business failed and they have to pay off their debts, their ex-husband is domestic violence and gambling, they have no income to take care of their children, and they have no choice but to go down a road of no return...

The gangsters skip all the hypocrisy and affectation, and go down a road of no return with one heart. Young and Dangerous, they are so honest.

Drink today and worry tomorrow.

When everyone heard the big brother's generosity, they crowded forward and snatched the singing girl they had been eyeing for a long time.

There was a lively scene in front of the rich man's door, and the singing girls were reluctant to refuse but also welcomed, adding a few more laughs.

Da Jiao Huang didn't care about the brothers' quarrels. He laughed and took the girls around him and walked into the hall.

At this time, the old man at the wonton stall on the street came from the side with a bowl of wontons. No one noticed him, thinking that it was another singing girl who was hungry and wanted food.

But the old man hurriedly walked in with wontons in his hand, as if he didn't see Da Jiao Huang and his group, and was about to bump into them.

A singing girl's face suddenly turned cold and she was about to curse, but she was frightened by the wonton soup that the old man suddenly raised.

Da Jiao Huang's brothers were still making trouble for the singing girls, and he was the only one who was supported by the singing girls on his shoulders. This posture was too advantageous for the old man who rushed in front of him with a sharp knife.

"Puff"

"Puff"

"Puff"

The old man was cautious. He was afraid that Da Jiao Huang would not die completely, so he didn't stab him in the stomach at all, but directly stabbed him in the heart from his stomach.

The bustle outside well concealed the collision between the old man and Da Jiao Huang, and even the singing girl next to him didn't notice that Da Jiao Huang had been stabbed three times.

Just when the singing girls were about to curse because of the bowl of wonton soup, the old man slumped and ran away from the crowd as if he was afraid.

"You're a jerk!"

"You're such an idiot!"

"Ah!!!!"

Just after he cursed twice, a singing girl noticed that the big-footed yellow on his shoulder suddenly became much heavier. When she looked again, she saw a blood-red in front of him.

The scream attracted the laughter of the younger brothers. They thought that the big brother was making white flour buns again, but when they turned around, they were stunned instantly, and the cold air went straight up from the heels to the back of the head.

"Big brother!"

"Big boss!"

"Big foot brother!"

...

There was a bustle in front of the rich man's door, and this time the bustle was particularly noisy, even with some harsh screams.

Surrounded by the crowd, the big-footed yellow stared at the night sky, his body twitching, he wanted to speak, he wanted to say who killed him.

The matter at the dock today was not over yet, and he had not completely dealt with the aftermath of this matter.

Beforehand, he did hear that someone from Port-au-Prince went to discuss the merger business of this dock, but he would never take a society that had just been established for only two months seriously.

This wharf originally belonged to Zheng Laoliu, and it was one of the largest wharves in Yau Ma Tei. He wanted to quit his business and immigrate to Southeast Asia, so he sold the wharf and the warehouse on the shore.

His three wharves were right next to Zheng Laoliu's wharf, and if they were connected together, they would be the top tycoon in Yau Ma Tei.

If he gave up this opportunity to become bigger and stronger for a shitty place called Port-au-Prince, wouldn't he have been hanging around in Yau Ma Tei for nothing? !

And just now, the murderer said in his ear: "Mr. Ji from Port-au-Prince asked me to bring you a message..."

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The neon lights of the Big Rich were still flashing, and the traffic in front of the door was still going on, but the vendors on the street in front had disappeared, and a small car from the Public Security Bureau was parked.

There were green people maintaining order on the street, and the manager of the Big Rich had just come out to take care of it, asking them to deal with the situation in front of the door as soon as possible so as not to delay their business.

Yes, the death of Big Foot Huang did not cause any waves to the Rich Nightclub, and the panic just caused was also eliminated by the security and green dress.

A team of three Mercedes-Benz cars slowly slid to the door of the nightclub. The doorman wanted to go forward to open the car door, but was stopped by the security guard who got off the co-pilot.

The manager standing in the lobby hurriedly trotted out and politely stood in front of the second Mercedes-Benz car and bowed.

"Good evening, Miss Lou, welcome to the Rich"

The car door opened, and the onlookers first saw a pair of high heels on the ground, and then a beautiful lady stood up from the car.

The beauty was elegantly dressed and extraordinary. A tall female staff member got out of the car from the other side and introduced her to the manager here.

The beauty nodded politely, looking at the splendor of the Rich Man Nightclub, and asked casually: "What is Ji Weidong doing? Why did he meet here to discuss things?"

"It's about the dock. He plans to build a logistics port that can hold large ships."

Lou Xiaoyan was dressed in a professional outfit, carrying a briefcase in her hand, dressed like a working woman.

While reporting to her younger sister, who is also her boss and creditor, Lou Xiao'e, she walked into the nightclub with her.

The manager of the Rich Man walked on the side to lead the way, and at the same time waved his hand to signal the beautiful women in front of the door to dodge, so as not to offend the rich woman.

In just less than three months, this Ms. Lou swept the financial industry, real estate industry, and investment industry of the port city with a whirlwind.

Since taking over the Oriental Times Bank, she has made drastic internal management rectifications and expanded her territory to acquire money houses and create a new loan model.

At the same time, she also merged more than 30 real estate companies and quickly accumulated a large number of housing resources.

Just as the financial street and the real estate industry were surprised at each other's wealth and boldness and were ready to watch her excitement, Oriental Times Bank continued to invest in the real estate industry while opening a multi-directional investment model.

Hong Kong paper seemed not to be money. The investments of Prince Port, Oriental Commerce, Modern Real Estate, Modern Security, Shunfeng Ocean Shipping, etc. caused another shock to the financial investment community in Hong Kong.

They were not shocked by the companies invested by Oriental Times Bank, but the source of equity behind these companies.

A bank on the verge of bankruptcy was resurrected in an instant, and it was killing all directions in the real estate and investment industries, spending money like water. Who do you think is behind this bank?

So when the investment field of this bank appeared in the port, shipping, real estate, security and other industries, some people had already guessed something.

Young Lou Xiao'e is easy to bully, but her family behind her is not easy to mess with.

What is the most popular word among young people in Hong Kong recently?

It must be credit micro-loans. Some people jokingly called this credit product launched by Oriental Times Bank "Xiao'e Loan".

Banks in Hong Kong have an unwritten rule that loans must be given to rich people, at least businessmen who have houses, cars, and mortgage assets.

Banks basically will not lend money to poor people or workers. They dare not borrow, and banks are afraid that they cannot repay.

However, Oriental Times Bank has successively created several new loan businesses, including credit micro loans for young consumer groups.

As long as you have a legitimate job, a certain income ability, and a relative's guarantee, you can borrow a small loan from Oriental Times Bank for emergency.

Who used to do this kind of business that banks looked down on and were too lazy to bother with?

Of course, those who lend money at high interest rates, with little principal, can make the most money by rolling in interest.

But this time, the Oriental Times Bank directly smashed the plate of high-interest loans and took action against this kind of cumbersome and "unprofitable" loans.

The high-interest loans are supported by the associations, so they are naturally very annoyed, but they can't do anything about the Oriental Times Bank.

You want to mess with Lou Xiao'e? She is a manager, and touching her will not affect the bank's implementation policy at all.

Besides, no matter how arrogant these associations are, they dare not go against capital.

Even if there are reckless ones, look at the security team around Lou Xiao'e now. Compared with the brothers of Da Jiao Huang just now, this is not a mob.

Why did she invest in the establishment of a modern security company? Because security companies have gun licenses, especially the noble security business, which has pistols.

It doesn't matter if the association plays with knives, but if they really dare to touch firearms, they will be courting death. If they dare to touch these nobles, they will have several heads that are not enough to chop off.

The financial community is waiting to see the excitement of the Oriental Times Bank, waiting for them to be exhausted by the bad debts of these small loans.

The real estate industry was also waiting to see the excitement, because the real estate industry in Hong Kong City was in a downturn, and everyone was selling buildings and land, so who would buy land crazily?

Only Mr. Li, who sold plastic flowers, was surprised by the layout of the Oriental Times Bank, but he was very tight-lipped. He was busy buying land at the moment, so he had no time to watch the excitement.

The charm of money cast a mysterious veil over this urban beauty. Everyone was looking at her, with inquiries and surprise in their eyes.

The singing girl in front of the door was naturally lamenting that the same person had different fates, secretly cursing the injustice of God, and when she saw the noble person coming over, she quickly showed a smile of great wealth and prosperity.

Lou Xiao'e didn't pay much attention to them, but she saw the dark color on the ground in front of the door.

The manager moved his feet awkwardly to block her sight, bent down and raised his hand to make a gesture of invitation, and said humbly: "Miss Lou, I'm sorry, please please please please".

Lou Xiao'e glanced at him and walked towards the lobby without stopping. Lou Xiao'e had just talked about the background of the rich man, and she had no interest in being annoying.

The manager took a handkerchief to wipe the sweat from his forehead, took a deep look at the small car across the street, and then explained a few words to the people in front of the door and entered the lobby.

In the small car, Fatty B extinguished his cigarette butt with all his strength, listened to the co-pilot talking to the driver about the mortgage, and cursed in his heart.

The last time he met this jinx, he almost fell into the cesspool. This time, the rich man got into trouble and it was related to them again.

The manager looked at him with a meaningful look, but he didn't want to provoke these rich people, let alone these trivial matters.

Big Foot Huang was naturally a wealthy man, but in his eyes, in the eyes of those rich people, he was nothing.

He greeted the plainclothes waiting outside the car window and explained a few words, and then asked the driver to drive.

Why stay here if you don't leave?

Do you want to see Mr. Ji from Port-au-Prince show off his power and walk around with a chicken?

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