The streets of Hong Kong are bright and the sound of deafening music comes from time to time. Drunk office workers hugged each other on the road and joked. The ladies selling laughter in nightclubs were wearing miniskirts and dressed up in a colorful manner at the door to welcome and see each other. From time to time, patrol Hong Kong police officers checked their ID cards.

Song Zhichao knew that his identity was special now, but he did not avoid these policemen. Instead, he seemed very calm and natural.

Seeing him like this, Huo Qilin couldn't help but say, "You are very sharp. Many mainlanders were frightened to their legs when they saw these notes, but you dared to look directly at them."

Song Zhichao smiled, "I haven't broken the law, what are you afraid of?"

Huo Qilin shrugged: "I'm afraid, I'm caught by the tips every few days!" He glanced at Song Zhichao again, "To be honest, don't talk about anything else, you're dressed like a Hong Konger than Hong Kong. No wonder those tips don't even look at you!" His tone was filled with jealousy.

While talking, Huo Qilin took Song Zhichao to a place called "Changji Car Room" with a familiar craftsmanship.

The storefront of this car house is very large, but the business doesn't look very good because there is a big "rental" posted on the rolling gate.

Seeing that there was no one around, Huo Qilin gritted his toothpick and knocked on the closed rolling gate.

After a while, the rolling gate opened, and a curly head poked out from inside. When he saw it was Huo Qilin, he muttered: "I thought it was the side, it was you, Huo Qilin!"

Huo Qilin smiled and said, "What a fool, are you inside?"

The man nodded and made way for the way.

Huo Qilin signaled Song Zhichao to bend over and go in with him.

Curly hair glanced at Song Zhichao, and a hint of contempt appeared in her eyes.

This kind of look is seen by Song Zhichao for many times, which is the kind of contempt that Hong Kong people have in their bones towards mainlanders.

After entering, Song Zhichao saw that this was a very ordinary car house with three or four cars waiting for repair parked inside, surrounded by some repair tools and car accessories.

Seeing him looking around, Curly Hair yelled at Song Zhichao: "Don't look around, be careful to blind your eyes!"

Huo Qilin hurriedly smoothed out the situation, "He came from the mainland, and he has never seen the world!"

Curly then snorted, with disdain on his face.

Looking at the Fire Kirin again, he walked straight to an iron door inside, knocked on it, and opened the door inside.

Song Zhichao followed in and found that there was another world inside.

In the huge room, there was a set of very grand audio. At this moment, there were strong rhythmic electronic music playing. There were shelves for recordings and celebrity posters. A mattress was casually spread on the ground. A thin young and dandy was lying down to read pornographic magazines. On the ground next to him, there were a lot of canned beer.

Huo Qilin glanced at him, then lowered his eyes and eyebrows and asked, "Where is the big fool?"

"The stupid guy is shooting a cannon in the car." The thin young and dandy said, but his eyes did not leave the "Dragon, Tiger, and Leopard" in his hands.

Only then did Song Zhichao find that there was a red carriage in the room with wheels removed. At this time, the sound of a woman screaming from inside.

Huo Qilin walked over and tiptoed to the car door. Soon, a thick man with pants came out from inside, and a woman came out from behind, putting on her clothes while saying, "I have to charge money even if I finish it!"

The man named Dasha took out a few Hong Kong dollars from his pants pocket and smashed them over and said, "I'm so shit! I'm so bad at attitude, I won't look for you next time!"

The woman picked up the money from the ground and cursed: "Stingy, buy you medicine first!" Then she threw the money back and left angrily.

Dasha picked up the money, spitted and said, "No, I saved it!" Then she turned her head, looked at Huo Qilin, and asked, "What are you doing?"

Huo Qilin said, "Take friends to pick up the goods." He introduced to Song Zhichao: "Big Sa, chicken essence, and curly hair, they are all big shots in this industry."

Song Zhichao glanced at the three of them, especially when he looked at the big fool, he was really stupid, with a fat face, similar to the "big stupid Cheng Kui'an" on the video tape.

Song Zhichao nodded and said hello.

The person named "Dasha" had his eyebrows horizontally, curled his lips, looked at Song Zhichao, and muttered: "Mainland, you are so stinky!" Then he walked to the thin young and dandy - "Chicken Essence", and kicked him with his feet, "Get up, look at the goods!"

The chicken essence then stood up quickly, and was reluctant to put down the pornographic magazine.

Then Dasha picked up the mattress spread on the floor with his hand, then reached out to take a knife from the curly hand, and then cut the mattress apart with a few packs of "certificates" from it.

Only then did Song Zhichao realize that this was a den for applying for fake certificates.

"No, the ID card you want is not different from a general Hong Kong ID card except that you cannot apply for comprehensive assistance!" As he spoke, Dasha took out one and handed it to Song Zhichao.

Song Zhichao took it and saw it, it was indeed very exquisite. Apart from the photos, his ID number was even clear.

Seeing Song Zhichao rubbing his ID card, Dasha said again: "Have you seen it before? You can tell from your appearance that you are a country bumpkin! Stop touching, this number can be checked. Even if you take the intercom, you can't find any problem. Zhongyou, one is 3,000 yuan a piece, no credit!" After saying that, he spat.

Dasha never gave a good face to mainland boys like Song Zhichao. "I really think that the fashionable clothes are Hong Kong people, please eat shit!"

Song Zhichao just smiled at Dasha's contempt, then took out his wallet and inserted his identity into the card bag. However, he did not pay directly, but took out a cigarette and handed it over.

Dasha relied on this his territory and was not afraid that he would run away, so he took the cigarette and put it in his mouth.

Song Zhichao threw the whole bag of cigarettes to Huo Qilin and said, "Distribute it to brothers."

Huo Qilin was stunned. When did he become a younger brother? But he didn't say anything. Those who came out liked to eat cigarettes the most. There was something on the way: If you don't have money to eat white smoke, you will be better than a living god!

It means that if you don’t have money, you can smoke someone else’s cigarettes. If you don’t spend money, you can smoke cigarettes, which is even more enjoyable than a god.

At this time, Song Zhichao changed his previous silence, as if he had changed to another person, staring at Dasha with a smile and said, "Do you have other documents in addition to making ID cards?"

"As long as you can make money, just do it!" Dasha leaned against the wall, looking ignoring her.

"Can you also use a certificate for opening a company?"

“What company?”

"Hotel supplies trading companies mainly operate some famous foreign brands, such as high-end sofas, seats, showers, toilets, etc.."

"..." Dasha was still a little confused.

Song Zhichao woke him up, "Many brands need authorization letters and entrusted sales contracts. I think you can get these documents done too!"

Dasha swallowed, "It's OK, but it costs a lot of money."

"How much?"

"One picture is at least... two thousand!" Dasha stretched out two fingers hesitantly.

"The deal is completed!" Song Zhichao said, "If possible, give me ten brand authorization letters and power of attorney."

"Uh--" Dasha didn't expect Song Zhichao to be so straightforward.

Song Zhichao glanced at the car room again and asked Dasha who was still confused: "I saw you posted an advertisement outside, is this car room for rent?"

"Oh." Dasha nodded.

"How much?"

"At least... 20,000 per month!" Dasha became smarter. He originally wanted to call 18,000, but it turned into 20,000 when he said that.

"The deal is completed!" Song Zhichao said again, "If possible, I will rent it for half a year first!"

With a "gu" sound, Dasha swallowed, feeling that he had made no mistake in changing his words temporarily.

"You are a car house, so do you recognize the decoration?" Song Zhichao asked again.

Dasha nodded, "Know, know, are all good players in the decoration industry."

Nonsense, decoration is full of fuel and water, as long as it is a gangster, who doesn’t know one or two families?

"How much does it cost to turn this car house into a high-end hotel supplies company?"

"this……"

Song Zhichao didn't give him a chance, "Is 60,000 enough?"

"Uh--it's almost the same." Dasha stretched out his hand and was about to use his brain that had not graduated from elementary school to calculate clearly.

Song Zhichao had already spoken, "Okay, the deal! The decoration fee is 60,000 yuan, various documents are 20,000 yuan, the rental fee is 120,000 yuan, and this ID card is 3,000 yuan, totaling 200,030 yuan. Although you and I had just met each other, we got the same thing at first sight, and we made up an integer, 200,000 yuan - OK?"

"Well--"

This time, not only was hesitant to stop, but the fire Qilin, chicken essence, and curly hair were all holding cigarettes in their mouths, looking at Song Zhichao foolishly.

They have seen many customers and have never seen anyone doing business like this.

Dasha was a little dizzy and felt that he had too much money.

Two hundred thousand! It's your lungs! I've never seen so much money in my life.

"Ahem, you mean you give me...two hundred thousand?" Dasha asked in disbelief.

Song Zhichao nodded and vomited a cigarette at Dasha.

Dasha swallowed violently. At this moment, he no longer dared to underestimate Song Zhichao, and completely brought him the God of Wealth, who was covered in golden light.

"Then are you... rich?" Dasha asked the biggest doubts in his heart. It wasn't that the mainland people were all poor people, so this was not fooling him.

Song Zhichao flicked the ash and answered very simply, "No money!"

"What?" Dasha immediately widened her eyes and showed a fierce look, "Stop! You're playing tricks on me for a long time?"

"No money - but I have an IOU!" Song Zhichao took out an IOU like magic, then raised it in front of Dasha, and said, "A million IOU, like a fake one, exchange!"

"To be honest, I didn't bring this before when I came to Hong Kong this time, but I brought this IOU. If you can help me get this million back, then I can pay you 200,000 - how about it, are you interested?" Song Zhichao's tone was full of temptation.

Dasha's head is almost impossible to turn.

What happened? As I was talking, I became a debtor again?

His little brother Chicken Jing next to him reminded him, "Silly brother, according to the rules of the law, we have to charge labor fees for helping us get the bill!"

Dasha immediately woke up, "We can help you, but according to the rules, we will charge 20% of the labor fee; that is to say, we will help you get the bill back, you will pay us 200,000, plus the 200,000 just now, a total of 400,000, how about it?" Dasha raised her chest and raised her belly, and suddenly felt that she was very wise and powerful. She could calculate such a large number clearly. She was simply a genius.

The Fire Qilin next to him and Song Zhichao couldn't help it, "Are you doing it wrong? The rules on the road are 10% to 15%, so how can you charge 20%!"
To be continued...