Rebirth: Rising Hong Kong

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Kowloon Walled City.

The Liangjiashu Falls Hall.

When Shi Zhijian arrived, Hu Xiuyong had passed the dangerous period, the wound was bandaged, and the first sentence he saw Shi Zhijian was: "Brother Jian, I got the money back!"

Shi Zhijian looked at Hu Xiuyong and scolded: "Fuck you in the street, you scared me to death, don't you know?" His voice trembled.

The guy Mao Shiqiang was not allowed to report the news, and Liu Jianxiong told him that Beard Yong was seriously injured, and the bones between his ribs were exposed.

Mao Shiqiang told Shi Zhijian that Shi Zhijian was about to die, and now he was lying in bed just waiting to see him for the last time.

Although Shi Zhijian was scolding Hu Xiuyong, Hu Xiuyong was moved because he saw that Shi Zhijian's eyes were red just now.

Beard Yong has been in the rivers and lakes for so long. In the past, he just spent three years in prison for the boss, the white-headed Weng, in order to make a name for himself.

He paid a lot, but no one ever really treated him, it was just interests and calculations.

"Brother Jian, I'm fine, I can't die!" Hu Xiuyong smiled at Shi Zhijian, wanting to get up and take out the money and give it to Shi Zhijian.

Shi Zhijian stopped him, let him lie down, and said, "You keep the money until you pay for the medical bills!"

At this time, a voice said: "Medical fees are free here!"

While talking, an old man in his sixties came out with his sleeves rolled up.

When Shi Zhijian saw that the opponent's equipment was extraordinary, he clasped his fists and said, "Shi Zhijian is under."

"I'm the master of this bruise hall, Liang Jiashu."

"It turned out to be Master Liang, I have been admiring it for a long time." Shi Zhijian clasped his fists again.

"Mr. Shi, can you chat if you have time?" Liang Jiashu made an invitation.

"Of course." Shi Zhijian followed Liang Jiashu and walked outside.

Beard Yong lay in bed and criticized Mao Shiqiang: "You tell Brother Jian that I'm about to die?"

Mao Shi Qiang nodded and bowed: "I'm in a hurry too!"

"I'm in a hurry! I think you're in a hurry to wait for me to die, and then take the position!"

"You're wronged, Brother Yong!" Cat Shi Qiang knelt on the ground, clasping the bearded Yong's thigh with both hands, snot and tears: "I really like your longevity, and I'm still waiting to go to Portland with you. Street girl!"

"Your acting is a little too good!" Hu Xiuyong reminded.

"I didn't act it, I came from the bottom of my heart!"

"yes?"

"Of course!"

"I heard that a group of new girls have come to Portland Street. They are proficient in playing, playing and singing, and their poetry and writing are extensive and profound..."

"Bo Dajing is deep?" The bearded Yong, who was originally like a dead fish, immediately became energetic, "I like it!"

...

There is a tea table in the shape of the Eight Immortals outside the Jieda Hall. There are three chairs on the tea table, which seems to be used for tea drinking on weekdays.

Liang Jiashu took a teapot and made tea on the tea table, Shi Zhijian sat down opposite him, took out a cigarette, knocked out one and handed it politely, but Liang Jiashu refused, "I don't like eating foreign cigarettes, I smoke this! "He took out a slender tobacco pot, filled it with earth-made tobacco leaves, pressed the tobacco leaves into the porcelain with his thumb, and lit it with a match, and then a smell of cheap tobacco filled Shi Zhijian's nose.

"Mr. Shi, I asked you to come out because I have something to tell you. This time Hu Xiuyong's accident in the Kowloon Walled City is our responsibility, so his medical expenses are free, and we will arrest those guys as soon as possible. Give you an explanation!"

"Master Liang is very polite!" Shi Zhijian was a little unsure why Liang Jiashu said this.

Liang Jiashu seemed to see the doubts in Shi Zhijian's heart, and smiled: "Mr. Shi, although you haven't come to the city to play, but Inspector Lei is our honored guest here, and the Yiqun boss Laihao is our regular guest here! "

Liang Jiashu didn't get the word out, but Shi Zhijian understood what he meant.

Although the Kowloon Walled City is known as the "Three No Matters", but now Lai Luo, as Inspector General Hua, has enormous power, no matter how powerful the Kowloon Walled City is, he has to give him some face. And Yiqun's boss, Li Lai Hao, is domineering by nature, and he is a master who is not easy to provoke.

These two people are related to Shi Zhijian, or have a deep relationship. Now that Shi Zhijian's people have an accident in the Walled City, of course, the Kowloon Walled City must give Shi Zhijian a perfect "account".

As the oldest invisible boss in the Kowloon Walled City, Liang Jiashu was only the master of bruises here on the surface, but in fact he was the all-powerful "city patrol horse" back then.

...

A long time ago, there was no official post office in Hong Kong, only private postal services, so some "city tour horses" were recruited to help deliver letters and other things.

Most of these letters were passed on to rural women and children. Not only were they illiterate, they didn’t even have official names. Those envelopes only had letters written on “Cheng Daniu’s family”, “Li Aji’s wife” and “Zhang Zhaocai’s mother”. The city tour horses who are familiar with the situation of the villagers can serve them one generation after another, and read the letters on their behalf.

In addition to the letters, sometimes they also carry money, so that people who make a living abroad can send money to support their wives and children at home. You can also help with luggage, packages, etc.

In the old days, if you paid the remuneration first, you should write "Li Jin has paid" on the outside of the envelope, and on the contrary, write "To Feng Ji Xian".

At that time, those who wanted to patrol the city had to be literate, at least not illiterate, because sometimes they had to read and write letters instead, and at the same time they had to have a good kung fu, so as to avoid being robbed halfway.

The most important thing is to have a reliable reputation, so that the villagers can trust you to do important things. Therefore, every patrol horse is almost the most respected and prestige figure in a region.

Liang Jiashu is like this!

He worked as a patrol horse in Kowloon for many years, and he accumulated the most and the widest network of contacts. He also has a good kung fu and good medical skills, which can save the dead and heal the wounded. Therefore, he is now an invisible boss in the Kowloon Walled City, and one sentence can make a final decision.

The tea was gurgling, but it was ready.

Liang Jiashu picked up the teapot and poured a cup into the tea bowl in front of Shi Zhijian, and then poured another cup for himself. Then he bit the cigarette pot and said, "Of course, if Mr. Shi is still dissatisfied, we can also listen to your opinion!"

Shi Zhijian's heart moved slightly. He has been opening the whole Hong Kong market for his instant noodles, but in this Kowloon Walled City, there is only one Zhouji grocery store willing to sell it as an agent. It's not that the demand here is low, but that no one dares to deal with such "foreign commodities" except for the backstage of the weekly diary.

You must know that the entire Kowloon Walled City is like a city within a city. It has its own rules and its own products. Everything is self-sufficient, so as not to be caught by the outside world.

But now Liang Jiashu said that it was a rare opportunity for Shi Zhijian to make a request.

In such a large city, the net profit of a small grocery store is as high as 10,000 yuan.

If all were opened and his Master Shi instant noodles settled in, then a rough calculation would make at least 100,000 yuan a month!

Immediately, Shi Zhijian made a decision, and said in a hurry: "Master Liang, since you mentioned it first, I will mention a little, but I don't know if my instant noodles can fully enter this city?"

Master Liang smiled, took a sip from the cigarette pot, exhaled smoke, and squinted at Shi Zhijian: "Open all, how much money do you think you can make?"

"At least 100,000 yuan a month!" Shi Zhijian said tentatively.

"One hundred thousand?" The corner of Liang Jiashu's mouth turned up~www.wuxiamtl.com~ showed a hint of contempt, "Do you know that Lame Hao, and the four major societies in Hong Kong are all rushing to do business with our city?"

Shi Zhijian didn't know what he meant.

Liang Jiashu took a sip of the pipe pot: "It looks like you really don't know."

After a pause, he knocked the finished smoking bag on the ground with the pot facing down, and a pile of ashes was knocked out.

"If I let all your products enter the city, then your monthly net income is not 100,000, but 1 million!"

Shi Zhijian was suddenly startled, the tea in his hand splashed out, and looked at Liang Jiashu with a look of surprise.

Liang Jiashu said slowly: "This is not just a city, but a port!"

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