Hong Kong Island Old Events

"What a trick, Boss He. One life has killed a bunch of Ningbo people. From now on, the film business in Kowloon Tong will be yours alone." Chen Li arrived at the Yau Ma Tei mission office early in the morning. Instead of going into the office to rest, he went to the office He Dingxian of the district.

He Dingxian followed the chief to the office. Seeing that there was no one else in the room, he smiled and said: "Business is all about intrigues and intrigues. I don't want to cause trouble for the chief, otherwise I will kill Zhao Yutang with a gun that night."

"Speak out your anger for the commander!"

Chen Li waved his hands in great relief: "Don't do this. Are you venting your anger for me or working hard for money? Can't I tell?"

"Sir, you are wise!"

He Dingxian handed over a cigarette, gave a thumbs up and praised: "You can see at a glance Zhao Yutang's despicable means of killing people to vent his anger."

"Can't you explain it to me?"

Chen Li smoked a cigarette and raised his eyes to look at him: "You killed Manager Zhang of Shaw Brothers Theater, right? You used him to sell goods to competitors, and then killed him and framed the blame on Zhao Yutang. If the Ningbo Chamber of Commerce wants to regain its face, it will definitely have to Ask Zhao Yutang to get someone."

"If Zhao Yutang hands over Qiu Degeng, no one will hang out with him in the future, and the movie store's business will not be able to do business. If he doesn't hand it over, he will offend the Shao family."

"Weighing the pros and cons, Qiu De will definitely be sacrificed, and you can take the opportunity to seize the Kowloon Tong site."

Chen Li flicked the ashes of his cigarette and said with wise eyes: "You have a brain!"

"It's just that things are a little rough. I'm careful of Zhao Yutang's retaliation. Then asking me to come forward will no longer be a matter of a store."

He Dingxian looked indifferent: "At least the commander is willing to stand up for me."

"What are you going to do next?" The officer went straight to the point.

He Dingxian didn't hide it either: "You will step your opponent into the mud with one kick and you will never be able to lift your head up."

Chen Li raised his eyebrows and said in a solemn tone: "Zhao Yutang is the first Inspector Hua to express his support for Liu Fu. He once helped Liu Fu's family during the Japanese occupation. They have a deep love for each other. It is not easy to drive them away."

"What are you going to do?"

He Dingxian said: "If I don't drive him away today, he may drive me away tomorrow. I always have to do things to the best of my ability. The next step is very simple, buy a newspaper!"

Chen Li thought of wiping his butt when he heard the newspaper, but He Dingxian said: "We just need to publish a large number of Zhang Haiyang's death in the newspaper."

"Shaw Brothers will never sit still."

Chen Li didn't know who Zhang Haiyang was, so he frowned for a moment. He quickly thought of the theater manager, and his expression immediately became astonished: "Axian, your plan is actually here!"

"Zhang Haiyang, Zhao Yutang, and Shao Zuiweng are all from Ningbo. Zhang Haiyang is also the manager of Shaw Brothers Theater and represents Shao Zuiweng's face. Zhao Yutang killed Zhang Haiyang just to kill a small character. What's more, it was Zhang Haiyang who sold fake goods. He deserves the blame. But this This matter must not be exposed or magnified, because Shao Zuiweng is the honorary president of the Ningbo Chamber of Commerce, and the honorary president of a large chamber of commerce represents the face of the entire Ningbo businessmen."

"Once this matter is exposed and arouses public opinion, if Shao Zuiweng doesn't want to do something, people from the Ningbo Chamber of Commerce will urge him to do it. If Zhao Yutang is a famous and promising person in Ningbo, maybe we can sit down and talk, but Zhao Yutang happens to be Ningbo He is a Ningbo native who relies on the Dongguan Gang. In the eyes of Ningbo people, his position is extremely awkward. It is not an exaggeration to say that he is a young man. He is inferior to outsiders and is the easiest to be eliminated. "

Moreover, today the manager of Shaw Brothers Theater was killed and did not come forward to deal with it. Tomorrow, Shaw Brothers Theater may be smashed, and stars may be poached, robbed, or raped!

A businessman can beg on his knees when he is penniless, but he must not be humble when he is wealthy. In the chaotic 1950s, peace had to be fought with fists!

He Dingxian smiled and said: "If Shao Zuiweng did not serve as the honorary president, there would still be room. If Zhao Yutang was not from Ningbo, there would be room. Now, as long as you buy one page of the newspaper, you can collect a corpse!"

"Ruthless and cruel enough!" Chen Li stood up and hurriedly stuffed the cigarette into the wooden tube, his fingers trembling slightly: "You are crueler and crueler than me, you have a better future than me!"

"Do you have enough money to buy a newspaper? I'll lend it to you." After he finished speaking, he wanted to open the drawer to take out the money, but He Dingxian shook his head and said: "Sir, it only costs a few thousand yuan to buy a newspaper page. You think I Is it Qiu Degeng who rushes to the street and has to borrow every little bit of money?"

"His mother definitely didn't teach him that finance is risky and you need to be careful when borrowing money."

Hearing this, Chen Li walked out of his desk, patted him on the shoulder, and laughed loudly: "Hahaha, I'll give you half a day off tomorrow. If you don't see the news in the newspaper when you get up in the morning, I'll remove you from your job!"

He Dingxian made a snap, stood at attention, saluted, and shouted loudly: "Sir, please don't worry!"

"Besides, I really didn't kill Zhang Haiyang. He and I were partners. We must have a conscience."

Chen Li chuckled indifferently, who cares that Zhang Haiyang is just a sideshow? Compared with the business in Kowloon Tong, he is an insignificant role.

Good kill!

What's more, Zhao Yutang's only chance of survival lies with Zhang Haiyang. With Zhao Yutang's usual methods of doing things, he is determined not to torture Zhang Haiyang to death. Whoever does it knows it well.

"In the future, don't talk about your conscience all the time. Just deceive others, even yourself. If you do deceive yourself, you'll be finished, street boy." Chen Li muttered.

After He Dingxian was driven out of the office door, he took a long breath: "Even if I wear a military uniform, no one believes that I am a good person. It seems that it is really difficult to be a good person!"

Shek Kip Mei.

Lardboy was sitting next to a car stall at the entrance of the housing estate. His eyes were wide open and he asked with interest: "Brother Hao, why didn't I see you when I came back from Yau Ma Tei last night?"

Wu Shihao ate the noodles intently, his expression unchanged, and he answered casually: "The wound hurt a little last time, so I went to the medical center to see the master, and then he applied medicine and came back."

Lardboy nodded in disbelief: "Oh, how did that person die?"

"Who?" Wu Shihao raised his head and looked at him: "People die every day on Hong Kong Island, it's none of my business!"

"Really?" Lardboy was doubtful, and Wu Shihao responded coldly: "The boss said that a person must have a conscience."

At about ten o'clock, Ho Ting-yin took a boat to Central and took a car to the office building of "Sing Tao Daily" in Causeway Bay. It is a simple five-story building. The first floor is a warehouse, the second floor is the office area, and the third floor is the boss. offices, and the top two floors are rented to other companies.

"Sing Tao Daily" was founded by Wu Wenhu, a family of traditional Chinese medicine and the "Father of Tiger Balm". It is the oldest commercial newspaper in Hong Kong. Since the first issue was published in 1938, it has aimed to provide news reports for ordinary citizens. At present, It is a Chinese newspaper with the largest circulation in Hong Kong Island. It is regarded as the leader of "business-run newspapers" in the history of Hong Kong Island's newspaper industry. The representative of the other "literati-run newspapers" is the yet-to-be-released "Ming Pao".