The Sick and Weak Horse Dressed As a Villain

"Good morning, everyone, and welcome to the morning broadcast. Early this morning, there was a fall in Kowloon Tong. According to the latest information released by the police, the person who fell from the building was a 40-year-old male. He has preliminarily ruled out homicide and fell from a building. The reason is suspected to be the failure of stock trading. Since the Hang Seng Index fell sharply in early March, this has been the third suicide case of stock trading failures in the past month. According to various forecasts, this wave of stock market crash will continue..."

In the bright and clean apartment, the young female anchor on the black-and-white TV is broadcasting the morning news.

Since the beginning of March, the stock market has fallen sharply for three consecutive months. In just a few months, investors who had dreamed of getting rich in the stock market had not had time to enjoy the joy of getting rich overnight, and many of them had gone bankrupt in a blink of an eye.

The summer in Hong Kong City is long and hot. At the end of June, it has entered a strong summer, and even the morning air is warm. Fortunately, Qiao Wen now lives in a well-ventilated high-rise apartment, and the breeze passes through the spacious windows, and the ceiling fan is whirling above his head, so the original warmth has turned into a refreshing and pleasant.

Qiao Wen turned off the TV, took out a bottle of ice-cola from the refrigerator, opened it and took a sip, and suddenly a heart-warming rush directly to the soles of his feet.

He walked to the balcony, picked up the kettle and watered the lush hanging basket and daffodils, then stretched his arms to the blue sky and started doing aerobics.

It has been almost half a year since I moved into my new home, and my new life is slowly unfolding in an orderly manner. Everything is going well.

The Mengzhen brand has developed rapidly, with more than a dozen stores and counters opened, and its reputation in Hong Kong has been fully established. Taiwan, Malaysia, and South Korea have also negotiated an agency, and the export volume in the past two months is also very impressive. In the era without the Internet, it is a miracle that a local clothing brand can do this in less than a year.

Lin Zihui is now regarded as a well-known boss. He appeared in newspapers for interviews every three to five. As for Qiao Wen, the manager, he naturally appeared in newspapers several times. Because he is young and handsome, he is now considered a small and famous young talent in Hong Kong City.

But workers and bosses are not the same. Although the 10% dividend is already considerable, Qiao Wen's goal is by no means only this.

After moving out of the walled city, he and Chen Jianan opened a real estate company named after the two of them. For the time being, they were the only two of them for the convenience of hoarding land.

In the past few months, due to the advent of the stock market crash, some red-eyed investors were unwilling to be covered or believed that the stock market would continue to fall. They were delusional about a Jedi comeback, so they sold land and properties to cover their positions, and because most of them were eager to get rid of their hands. The market price is still slightly lower, and they have bought several good plots of land.

As for what will happen to those people who sell land and stocks in the future, it is no longer what Qiao Wen cares about. People have to be responsible for their actions-including greed.

As for the money to buy the land, they naturally don't have it. But because I bought three pieces of land from Guan Zhenbao before, plus the new apartment for the two, after all these were mortgaged to the bank, I got a few good loans, plus Jiang Yufeng wanted to lead Hexingshe on the right track. Investing money in their real estate company also contributed to their land hoarding.

The ten or so pieces of land that I have stocked now only cost one million or so in total.

After the workout, Qiao Wen changed into his clothes and went downstairs. At the entrance of the corridor, take out today's newspaper from the newspaper box and open the property market advertisement page first.

After the stock market crash lasted for three months, a large amount of funds were withdrawn from the stock market into the real estate, and the property market finally began to have a big reaction.

Their current small apartment has risen by a quarter compared to last year, and the land price has skyrocketed. According to the latest market price, Guan Zhenbao's plots of land have doubled.

After browsing the property market, Qiao Wen went to the news unhurriedly.

When he got out of the building, he glanced at his watch, then crossed the street and walked into the "Good Neighbors Tea Restaurant" opposite. He clicked on the cash register and said with a smile: "Pack ten cups of milk tea."

Granny Qiao, who was in the process of accounting, raised her head and asked with a smile: "Awen, are you going to Anan's place?"

Qiao Wen nodded: "The Nange Martial Arts Hall opens at ten o'clock. I have to go right there and bring him and the boys a cup of milk tea by the way."

"Okay, then I'll get someone to prepare. Uncle Chen and Uncle Chen will come to help early in the morning. Aunt Chen and I have to see the store. You help us watch the excitement together."

"Yeah." Qiao Wen nodded.

Ten minutes later, he took two big bags of milk tea and got into the taxi, not forgetting to wave with the grandma in the shop through the window.

When they just moved out of the city, Auntie Chen and Aunt Chen were not used to being outside, and didn't know what kind of work they could do. At first they ran at the new home of the city. Uncle Chen and Aunt Chen continued to work in the fish ball factory, grandma. She still guards her dry goods stall. However, people obviously get used to a good living environment faster.

In less than two months, several elders wanted to find work outside. Later, Qiao Wen and Chen Jianan together, paid for this small tea restaurant. Even Chen Jianan's father came back from the fishing boat, and the whole family took care of the restaurant with peace of mind.

They are all diligent and accustomed people, everyone worked together, coupled with Qiao Wen's propaganda strategy, two months later, the good neighbor tea restaurant has been quite well-known in this neighborhood.

Today is the opening day of the Anan Martial Arts Hall. Qiao Wenwen wanted to help early in the morning. Chen Jianan was afraid that he would be tired and refused to let him go. He left at 5 or 6 o'clock.

The martial arts hall is not far from home, and it takes only ten minutes to take a taxi. In order to save money, the martial arts hall is not facing the street. It is on the second floor of a building. However, the opening event is naturally downstairs.

At this time, Chen Jianan and several younger brothers, wearing matching suits for martial arts training, were distributing leaflets to newcomers coming and going.

"Brother Nan!" Qiao Wen, who got off the taxi, waved away with a free hand.

When Chen Jianan heard the call, he turned his head and looked over, suddenly showing a big smile, ran over quickly, and said excitedly: "Xiao Qiao, you are here!"

There was a little sweat on his forehead, and he didn't know whether it was tired or hot, and his face was very handsome and handsome.

Qiao Wen handed him the milk tea in his hand: "I have been busy until now, are you tired? For you and your little brothers."

Chen Jianan hurriedly greeted: "Brothers, come over and drink milk tea."

These little brothers were all mixed with Chen Canan in the walled city. They were originally associations that had not formally entered the Hexing Society, that is, the hanging cages under the Forty or Nine Aberdeen, because they are not considered full members and they are free to come and go. , Chen Canan left the walled city, and they also wanted to follow. Before Chen Canan had no place to settle, now he opened the martial arts hall and brought them all.

When a bunch of little horses drank milk tea, several more guests came one after another. The biggest pomp was naturally the current Longtou Jiang Yufeng of Hexing Society. He brought several horses and his sisters, and also gave two flower baskets.

Then Lin Zihui, Zhou Renjun, and Guan Zhenbao also came to join in.

Opening the martial arts hall has always been Chen Canan’s dream, not to make money, but to carry forward his uncle master’s boxing technique, so that they will have a successor to the Chen family at the eighth level, especially when he realizes that he can’t inherit the clan from generation to generation. , The desire to open a martial arts hall to teach apprentices became stronger.

Today's wish is realized, and there are so many friends to join in, he is so happy to see the teeth.

When the auspicious hour arrived at ten o'clock, gongs, drums and firecrackers sounded, he personally danced a set of difficult lions, and then led everyone upstairs to visit the martial arts hall.

The trouble lasted until noon, and Qiao Wen booked him a restaurant and asked him to take people to dinner. Because I had an appointment with an agent, I didn't go to the restaurant with them.

By the time I finished talking with the agent, it was already dusk.

He took a taxi to the Anan Martial Arts Hall and found that Hao Zai was the only one who was about to close the door and go home.

"What about Brother Nan? Why are you alone?" Qiao Wen asked.

"He took the brothers to the bar to drink." Hao Zai said with a sullen mouth, "Say I'm not eighteen, so don't take me."

Qiao Wen said funny: "He is right, wait until you are eighteen before going to the bar."

Hao Zi hummed and said, "What! He has been to the tavern since 16 or 7 by himself."

Qiao Wen shook his head and laughed, then asked, "Which bar is he going to?"

Hao Zai said: "Just the Star World in Causeway Bay."

Qiao Wen nodded, thought about it, and wanted to take out a twenty-dollar bill, and handed it to the boy who was abandoned by his brother: "Okay, you can buy something delicious by yourself. Don't hang it outside by yourself. Get back early. Family."

Hao Tsai knew that his brother Qiao Wen could make money now, and he took the money without any kind of politeness, and said, "Are you going to find brother?"

Qiao Wen nodded: "I'll look at him, lest he gets drunk and makes trouble."

Hao Zai thinks so deeply: "Yes, my brother is really annoying drinking, and he has pulled off my hair several times."

When Qiao Wen arrived at Xingtiandi, it was already past eight o'clock, and the bar was already lively.

The bars of this era are mainly aimed at foreigners and local people above white-collar workers. Xingtiandi is quite high-end. Those who can come here for consumption are naturally not ordinary people.

Chen Jianan was also extravagant in order to bring his brothers from the slums to the world.

When Qiao Wen found someone, seven or eight guys were already sitting in a large deck and drank it.

"Brother Nan!" Qiao Wen said loudly in the noisy music.

Chen Jianan raised his head and grinned. Under the blurred light, his cheeks were obviously red from drinking. He moved away to make room for Qiao Wen: "Xiao Qiao, are you here? Come and sit down."

Qiao Wen walked over and sat down next to him, saw a few empty wine bottles on the table, glanced at a few pony boys who were obviously already drunk, and frowned, "How much did you drink?"

Chen Jianan hiccuped his wine, took the wine glass and said, "No...not much, I can still drink."

Qiao Wen was afraid to go home later, he couldn't fix the drunk guy, and took the cup from his hand: "Okay, don't drink anymore, I will help you get a glass of milk."

He reached out and summoned the waiter.

The waiter walked over with a tray and nodded to him: "Wait a minute!"

Then walk to the opposite deck, put the wine bottle on the tray on the table, take out the corkscrew to open the wine, and pour a cup for the four guests in the deck.

The four are two Chinese and two ghosts. The ghosts can’t tell their identities, but the two young Chinese men are wearing expensive shirts and famous watches on their hands. They look like the rich brothers and speak fluently. English.

Qiao Wenwen didn't care either. Nearly 20% of the foreigners in Hong Kong City, and the remaining 80% had many yellow-skinned and white-hearted two devils, especially the upper class, mostly living a Western-style life.

It's just that the waiter accidentally accidentally poured the wine and spilled a little on the blond ghost shoes next to him.

The blonde ghost suddenly cursed loudly in substandard Chinese: "Little boy! Do you have eyes?"

Qiao Wen frowned.

The waiter was so frightened that he apologized again and again, and squatted down quickly, took out his handkerchief and prepared to wipe the other side. However, the ghost shrank his feet back and said with a smile: "Wait, lick me clean, or you will pay me a pair of shoes."

Qiao Wen's eyes fell on his leather shoes. Although he couldn't see the brand, it did seem to be of great value. However, just a few drops of wine, this ghost guy was obviously deliberately embarrassing the little waiter.

The waiter was trembling with anger, and suddenly stood up and said: "Don't be too much!"

Gui Lao's Chinese friend smirked and helped out: "Do you know how much Mr. Vincent's shoes cost? You can't afford to sell you, but let you lick it clean, it will save you face."

These people are obviously taking pleasure in humiliating people.

The waiters are angry and scared. In this city, ordinary people can't afford to offend ghosts, not to mention such ghosts who look like a bit of identity. But it was obviously impossible for him to lick people's shoes, so he turned around and left.

However, as soon as he stepped on his feet, he was tripped by the ghost with his long legs stretched out, and because he was unprepared, he fell directly face down to the ground. Fortunately, he was carpeted and was not injured.

He was about to get up when the foreigner kicked his **** again, and then the four people at the table roared with laughter.

Qiao Wen couldn't stand it, and was about to get up to help the waiter. A figure faster than him had already rushed out from his side.

Chen Jianan didn't help the waiter. Instead, he smashed his fist against the ghostly laughing face, and when he was about to knock someone down on the sofa, his nosebleeds gushing out.

He gave a stubborn bite, and said with his tongue out: "Who the **** do you call Xiaobi Zai?"

There was a sudden scream in the bar.

The Chinese in the deck yelled: "I hit someone! Go and call the police!"

Chen Canan relied on his drunkenness, no matter where it was, after beating the ghost, he went to beat the remaining three. Seeing that something was about to happen, Qiao Wen hurriedly told the brothers to fight, but when a few horses who were also drunk pulled him back, flowers on the faces of the four people on the opposite side were all blooming.

At the same time, two foreign police officers rushed in, saw the situation, and fired a shot at the ceiling.

The most arrogant Chinese youth just now, upon seeing this, hurriedly said: "My uncle is Inspector Hong. Quickly catch this beating guy. I want him to go to jail."

Although Chen Jianan is not so drunk, but he is not lightly drunk, and his body is not very controlled. In fact, even if he is still awake, he cannot resist the arrest of the police because they are not in the Kowloon Walled City outside the law.

The group was taken to the police station in this way. After making a simple transcript, Qiao Wen and several horses were released, while Chen Jianan, who beat him, was detained in the police station, waiting for follow-up processing.

In the police station, he saw how the four were given preferential treatment, and then he knew that the two ghosts were indeed quite identifiable, and that the man who claimed his uncle was Inspector Hong was called Peter Wang, and indeed belonged to the Chief Inspector of Kowloon Hua Hong Mingzhang. Pro-nephew.

Walking out of the police station, Peter Wang, with cotton stuffed in his nostrils, gave Qiao Wen who was waiting on the side of the road before getting into his car. Do not believe in the king."

Several ponies sipped at the rear of the car together, and then nervously asked, "Awen, what should I do?"

Qiao Wen rubbed his forehead with a headache, and sighed: "This time it is good to make Nan Ge a long memory, let him know that it is not the Kowloon Walled City outside, not a place where you can move your fists with your fists."

In this prosperous and hierarchical colonial metropolis, fists can't solve everything because there are laws. Of course, in this era, in addition to the law, the most important thing is power and wealth.