Hong Kong Island Old Events

Chapter 77: Extracting oil and water (1210 update, please subscribe)

Lei Luo stood in front of a newly built three-story house on Xiamen Street, his eyes full of envy: "Axian, your building is so beautiful."

This is a building covering an area of ​​1,500 square feet, with small courtyards at the front and back, and a courtyard planted with ginkgo trees.

The exterior walls of the main building in the courtyard are painted white and the floors are paved with ceramic tiles. It looks a bit higher than the dilapidated private houses.

He Dingxian took out the key and opened the iron door for everyone, and said loudly: "This building was built by a southern Fujian boss after the war. It is close to the mission, so he rented it to house his family."

"If I have the opportunity, I can invite my colleagues over for tea and dinner. The place will be more spacious."

Lan Gang and Lin Yaowen nodded frequently, and Zheng Peiji couldn't help but ask: "The rent must not be cheap."

"It costs about 200 yuan to rent a single floor, and 500 yuan a month to rent the whole building." He Dingxian replied with a smile. If it weren't for the continuous cash flow from the movie store, even if the paper factory could successfully start operation, he would not be willing to rent it. Such a nice house.

Lan Gang, Lin Yaowen, and Zheng Peiji were all stunned when they heard this. It was the first time they realized the financial resources of their new colleagues.

A Chinese accountant in Hong Kong Island earns more than 500 yuan a month. If he can start a small business, his income will not reach 1,000 yuan.

For ordinary people, this can support their whole family and send their children to school. It is also enough money for a family of three to live a comfortable life, but they want to enjoy it.

Sorry, I have to drink Northwest Wind after enjoying it, which is the top of the bottom floor, and I haven’t gotten the ticket to the upper floor yet.

He Dingxian is considered an alternative in Hua Tan's eyes. He can easily pay five hundred yuan a month. As soon as he has money, he wants to live a better life.

Of course, he has not yet reached the point where he can spend money lavishly. Factories, movie stores, and the police force are all in need of money.

I originally planned to rent a floor in Wan Chai, but the Minnan boss did not want to rent it separately, so I had to rent the entire building.

It should be that the tenants are expected to be in good condition, not to damage the house, and want to come back to live in the future.

He Dingxian had no choice but to rent the entire building with a wave of his hand. Qian Weishan and Chen Jiale rented another building on the same street. One rented an 800-square-foot apartment for 170 yuan a month. Housing prices have increased by more than half compared to those in Kowloon.

Nine people were sitting at the big round table in the dining room on the first floor. A Le and A Shan were responsible for running errands and making tea. Yuan Da and Yan Xiong were sitting next to them. Each of the four detectives was holding a cigarette, puffing on clouds and chatting. official business.

My mother was busy working in the kitchen, helping her son entertain his colleagues. After all, they were all entertaining a group of inspectors. He was a big shot in Shek Kip Mei Uk Village, so he was naturally very enthusiastic and hardworking.

It's impossible. My son has just taken over and invites his colleagues to the house for dinner. The house won't be able to bring out a few dishes, right? Not to mention the humiliation of my son, I have humiliated all the women in Chaoshan!

A group of Chaoshan men crossed their legs and subconsciously ignored things in the kitchen. They were used to it!

The four detectives drank a few sips of tea and exchanged their residential addresses with each other. If anything happened, they could send someone to contact them urgently to help.

Lam Gang, Yao Man, and Pei Ji all rented a house for their families in a busy street near Wan Chai. Even Yan Xiong and Meng Yuanda rented a small house. Only Lei Luo lived in the police dormitory.

Lei Luoxu noticed the probing eyes, smiled actively, and began to explain: "Last year, in order to pay enough to buy the probing eyes, I borrowed 20,000 yuan from the bank."

"I have been repaying the loan sharks from the bank during this period."

He Dingxian's brows jumped and he asked aloud: "Which bank?"

Lei Luo shook his head and declined: "This amount won't weigh me down. I can pay it off in another half a year, and then I can move out of the police dormitory."

Lan Gang patted him on the shoulder: "Aluo, get Auntie out of Shek Kip Mei as soon as possible."

After He Dingxian nodded in agreement, he took the opportunity to answer: "Brother Luo, are you also from Shek Kip Mei?"

In fact, he already knew it.

Lei Luo also nodded and said: "Yes, from Shek Kip Mei North Village, just near your paper factory. I have heard my fellow villagers mention you before, but I never thought that we could become colleagues."

"Haha, I'm from Nam Tsuen!" Ho Ting-yin smiled happily. The locations of Nam Tsuen and North Tsuen are roughly the same as the upper and lower villages that will be divided into Shek Kip Mei public housing estates in the future.

Lei Luo praised: "Among the young people in Shek Kip Mei now, you are the best. It is said that the boys in the housing estates regard you as their idol."

"The factory you run has the highest labor prices in Shek Kip Mei. Well done!"

He Dingxian shook his head and said nothing, suddenly thinking that the 20,000 yuan Lei Luo owed must have been borrowed from a loan shark. After all, a policeman with no business or assets, how could he use it as collateral in a regular bank?

The only option is to borrow money from loan sharks with compound interest rates. Perhaps because of the connections in the political arena, the interest rate will be two cents lower, but you still have to be stripped of your skin.

The hardship Lei Luo is living now is entirely self-inflicted. If he had collected fees from the beginning, maybe his savings would be enough.

If it really doesn't work, you can also ask your colleagues to borrow it, instead of pretending to be aloof and being ostracized by your colleagues before, you are now being laughed at in private.

Of course, position fees have always been well limited. It will never be an amount beyond the reach of subordinates, and it will never be an amount that subordinates can easily pocket.

The promotion from uniformed team leader to sergeant costs 10,000, the detective promotion to detective costs 20,000, the uniform promotion from team leader to sergeant costs 50,000, and the promotion from detective to detective costs 100,000!

The highest ranking officer in the uniformed police force is the sergeant, but only the Criminal Division has Inspector General Hua, whose current price is 500,000 yuan!

The promotion of plainclothes officers will always be higher than that of uniformed policemen, because plainclothes officers have more money than uniformed officers...

This results in that only subordinates who are very capable, or have backgrounds and financial resources can be promoted without the help of their superiors, while all other subordinates need to rely on their superiors for guidance and help.

In this way, you can implicitly control the promotion of your subordinates. Of course, these are the thresholds on the surface, but there are more private thresholds. How to get a position and give money is more important than how to collect money!

There is no doubt that Lei Luo also showed his talents and was valued by some people in the gang, but maybe he was given the position but not the money because of the intention of knocking him out.

This led Lei Luo to have no choice but to be inferior to others and borrow money to get a higher position in the society. This situation is not considered mainstream, but it is indeed difficult to endure.

With Lei Luo's current income, including interest, it would take at least two years to pay back. He looked around and didn't know how he felt after working for nothing for two years.

After the food and wine were served, He Dingxian took the initiative to speak: "Brother Wutou, Yaowenhui, Brother Peiji, Brother Luo."

"You are veteran detectives at Wan Chai Police Station. How do you discuss the collection of regulatory fees?"

"If we add money to the stipulated fee without authorization, we are violating the stipulated fee. The shop owner and stall boss won't agree, right?"

Lan Gang showed the rare domineering attitude of Chaoshan Gang agents in Kowloon District. He waved his hand and said loudly: "Ask them to add more!"

"How dare you not be convinced?"

"Brothers teach him how to behave."

He Dingxian looked stunned. Unexpectedly, Lin Yaowen also had the same attitude: "If the top suppresses us, we will suppress the lower ones to death. The society is not easy to mess with, so we will be ordinary shopkeepers and factory owners!"

"The five of us are working together, and each group only has a share of 40,000 yuan. We have stalls on several streets. If we work hard, we will squeeze out 40,000 yuan."

He Dingxian felt a chill after hearing this.

Zheng Peiji drank his wine and did not answer, but his attitude was clear. Lei Luo put down his chopsticks and spoke out with a heavy face to advise: "Wan Chai District makes a bit of money, but the citizens don't make much. If you squeeze the citizens, I'm afraid you will be scolded." .”

"I think we can talk to the leading men of Heshenghe and Hehetu. There are many Chaoshan gangs in the Heshenghe brand, and they also collect water in Wan Chai District. Let them pay some money without losing a piece of meat."

Lan Gang did not comment on this, but Lin Yaowen looked unhappy, and his words were not polite at all, and he cursed without concealment: "Little Ghost Lei, are you doing your old habit again?"

"He's an errand! His status is obviously higher than that of the club! We have about a hundred people under our command, and even with guns we can't beat other big clubs. They have more guns than us!"

"Have you ever seen someone crushing cockroaches on the roadside? Have you ever seen someone stomp on a big boss? Take the money and put it on the boss's head. You are looking for death!"

Lei Luo looked angry. He just stood up and wanted to curse, but he forced himself to sit back and drank a glass of wine with his head held high.

Lin Yaowen's words are so unpleasant!

That’s right!

For the five detectives, squeezing the people at the bottom is easier than finding the people at the top, and things are suppressed layer by layer.

They are just the lowest executive level. In theory, they have nothing to do with them, but can people deceive themselves and their own consciences?

People who come from housing estates understand best the hardships of the people at the bottom. He Dingxian spent his whole life robbing banks, but he only robbed banks. He never thought about robbing ordinary people!

The bank loses money and the insurance company pays for it. The big bosses make profits and of course bear risks, but the nature of robbing the lower class citizens is completely different.

No matter how big things he did, He Dingxian didn't dare to do this kind of thing. Hearing this, he frowned and said loudly: "Brother Yaowen, brother Wutou, I don't think you have to go to the leader or boss to get money. The key is, the people down there can’t afford much money, have you ever thought about finding a place with water and collecting it like others?”

"In the same area, why can my department receive money but we can't? Do they have more guns than us?"

Lan Gang, Yaowen, Lei Luo, and Pei Ji suddenly changed their expressions and were speechless, because there was no way anyone in the Hong Kong law enforcement department had more guns than them.

He Dingxian's next sentence was even more heartbreaking: "Or maybe they have more brains than us?"

The four people were all swept by his sharp eyes, and their drinks were all gone in an instant. If a new Tanmu dared to talk to them like this, someone would throw a glass on the spot and teach him how to respect his seniors, but in front of him... He has a tough waist and a tough wrist. Detective Zonghua swallows bullets and no one dares to offend him.

Since we are on the same road, why would we want to make a big enemy out of nowhere? Wouldn't it be nice to have one more friend?

The four of them swallowed the breath together again, either sighing or feeling distressed. There was a sigh at the table, and all four of them looked bitter. Only Lei Luo was the first to speak, and said with emotion: "Brother Xian, my fellow colleagues from Hong Kong Island. The biggest difference in Kowloon is not that there is more oil and water, but that there are more industries! There are more chambers of commerce! There are also more societies!"

"The major forces are intertwined, and it is even more difficult to re-establish the rules. The land occupied by a Tanmu is the same as that of a fellow Taoist in Kowloon Tong. It will not be because you are a Tanmu. Two points..."

(Junzai knows that there must be typos. You can mark them and change them tomorrow.)

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