Driving to Kowloon Walled City, Wu Ming and others did not rent a house, but stayed in a hotel.
The environment in the hotel is simple. In a suite, each person has a small single room of ten square meters. They share a TV set. Even running water needs to be obtained outside.
However, after all, everyone is not here to enjoy it. There are still ten days until the return, and the police may have noticed something. At this time, it is better to do more than to do less, and keeping a low profile is the best way.
"The midday news is now for you. In the early hours of yesterday morning, a serious violent terrorist incident occurred at Pier 5 in Central. The police found multiple corpses, guns and ammunition at the scene of the crime, and initially determined that it was the gangs killing each other. At present, no innocent people have been found.
People were injured, and the police have dispatched a large number of police personnel to launch a detailed investigation into the incident..."
Turn on the TV, and today's news headline is last night's shootout in Central.
Wu Ming and the other two looked at the TV and looked at each other silently.
The news broadcast did not show many clues, but everyone has reason to believe that with so many people dead last night, it is impossible for the police to know nothing.
There is no living person, and the dead can be used as evidence. Who are these dead horses hanging out with, and who was the boss when they were alive? The police can easily deduce who the other party is.
"To the Hong Kong Island government, we are rootless, and that group of people certainly are not. If they can't find us, the police will look for them. Look, it won't take more than three days at most. Which group of people did it?
It's about to surface." Looking at the report on the TV, Old Jiang slowly spoke.
Dong Qi never said which group of people did this, but it doesn't mean that no one really knows.
In the underworld, those who can equip dozens of people with guns and come out to take advantage of others will not be the ones who jumped out of the stone.
After a firefight, at least twenty or thirty people were killed. As long as the police did a little investigation, it would be clear who did it.
"Now that the limelight is so tight, what should we do with the goods on hand?"
Niu Dashun patted the travel bag next to him and said with a somewhat self-deprecating smile: "Two of us died for these things. If we can't get rid of them, I'm sorry for our efforts! But if we want to ship the goods, we have to find a buyer."
, since we are not familiar with the place here, we can’t go to the streets and set up stalls, right?”
Taking the dirty goods from robbery and setting up a stall on the street to sell them is definitely an act seeking death.
But having said that, Niu Dada is everyone's spy in Hong Kong Island, and other people are not familiar with this place at all. Now that Niu Dada has died, everyone is really a little confused, and they have the illusion that they have become headless flies.
We obviously have good goods, but we don’t know any buyers.
When a gangster reaches this level, not only is it a rare encounter in a hundred years, there will never be another one.
"When we return in ten days, we still have 50 million in goods and 20 million in cash. If this batch of goods cannot be dispersed, everyone will have to return with 20 million. This kind of loss is definitely not what we want.
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As he spoke, Wu Ming raised his hand to turn off the TV, stood at the window sill and looked outside, and said: "There are many dragons and snakes in the Kowloon Walled City. Everyone, please go out these days and pay more attention to the people around you to see if you can find them."
Give it a chance. As for the matter of revenge, don’t rush it for now, let those people jump out on their own, we will give them a hard blow."
After discussing the countermeasures, everyone gradually dispersed.
In the Kowloon Walled City, searching for a home is like looking for a needle in a haystack. This is very risky, but it is much better than leaving the goods rotten in your hands.
After leaving the hotel door, Wu Ming walked to a small shop and ordered a bowl of tofu curd.
While he was eating, a figure walking by caught his attention.
"Fangfang!"
"Hey, Brother Wu!"
Compared to Kimberly's time when Wang Fang wore heavy makeup, she looks very innocent today.
Blue plaid top, white sneakers, black jeans.
The simple dress makes Wang Fang look neat and tidy, making her look like a girl next door.
"Brother Wu, what a coincidence." Seeing Wu Ming eating here, Wang Fang walked over happily.
Wu Ming nodded slightly, finished the tofu cake in several bites, and asked, "Why are you here? Are you still working at Kimberly-Clark?"
Wang Fang shook her head slightly and smiled happily: "No, I signed up at school and will go to school next week. As for here, my home is here. The housing prices in Tsim Sha Tsui are too high. I
Now I live with my uncle."
Wang Fang's uncle was the middle-aged man who suddenly broke into the box at Kimberly Nightclub.
Through that incident, Wu Ming had a good impression of this person, because few people who spend money at Kimberly-Clark are ordinary people.
Under such circumstances, when a middle-aged man dares to rush up to his niece when he sees her niece being bullied, it can be regarded as a very responsible person.
"Fangfang, does your uncle know a lot of people at Kimberly's show?" Wu Ming's eyes lit up slightly when he thought of Uncle Wang Fang's identity.
Wang Fang didn't know why Wu Ming asked. After thinking for a moment, he said: "It's okay. He has been in Kimberly for a few years and has met people from all walks of life. However, he may know others, but others may not.
his."
After saying this, Wang Fang laughed and stuck out her tongue at Wu Ming.
After hearing such words, Wu Ming also knew that this was the truth.
After all, Kimberly-Clark is a luxury nightclub, and you will spend thousands of dollars a night.
Wang Fang's uncle was there to see what was going on. At best, he was a thug, and at worst, he was a lackey.
Such people are out of reach for wealthy people.
The most likely possibility is that he knows others, but others do not know him, just like we know Jack Ma, but Jack Ma does not know us.
Looking at the smiling Wang Fang, Wu Ming wiped his mouth with a tissue and asked: "Fangfang, can I meet your uncle? I have something to ask him."
"Of course, no problem. We are fellow smugglers who smuggled together. You also sponsored my school expenses. My uncle has always said that he wants to thank you." We are all acquaintances, and Wang Fang nodded and agreed without thinking.
Kowloon Walled City, a shanty town within a shanty town, has very poor living conditions.
Walking in the alleyway where there was even toilet, Wu Ming and Wang Fang walked back and forth and entered a tube building.
This simple tube building has a sense of familiarity with the husband's house rented in the movie "Kung Fu".
On the six-storey small building, which ascends in a zigzag pattern, several elders are playing chess in the courtyard, and children are playing and running past.
Wu Ming stood in the yard and looked up.
Red, yellow, green, and all kinds of underwear are put on bamboo poles and hung out to dry by every household, vividly reflecting the life of the city.
"The rent here is very cheap, and the uncles and aunts in the neighborhood are very nice. If you stay here for a long time, you might like it." Walking on the stairs, Wang Fang followed with a smile on her face.
Neighbors on the left and right said hello.
Perhaps because of her good looks, Wu Ming found that everyone here knew Wang Fang.
You know, Wang Fang has only been in Hong Kong Island for half a month. It is not easy for everyone to know her.
"In Kowloon Walled City, there are many gangsters who collect protection fees, and there are also many bad guys who bully others. We all live in the same building. If we don't unite as one, we will be bullied miserably." Seeing Wu Ming
Confused, Wang Fang explained in a low voice.
Regardless of the Kowloon Walled City, it is the poorest place on Hong Kong Island, but due to the lack of laws, it is also very chaotic.
It’s neither black nor pink. To explain it in a popular way, this is a place where there are joys and tears, and everyone’s life is very difficult.
Many people without jobs can only join various gangs and become mascots under the big brothers.
Some gangsters from the Kowloon Walled City gathered a group of boys. They were lawless here and the only way to survive was to huddle together for warmth.
"Life is not easy, but you have to do it and cherish it." Wu Ming nodded gently, understanding how these people survive.
The two of them walked all the way up to an open doorway on the fourth floor.
At the door, a man in his thirties was holding a large pot with firewood in the corridor, simmering dog meat.
Wang Fang walked up to the man, patted the man's shoulder gently, and said, "Uncle, look who is here."
"Who is it?" The man turned around indifferently and was slightly startled when he saw Wu Ming.
From the other party's eyes, Wu Ming did not see any joy, only wariness and resistance.
This strange look is as if a parent is not happy when his daughter comes home with her boyfriend.
"It's you!" The man put down the firewood in his hand, forced a smile, and nodded: "Fangfang told me what happened that day. Thank you for the five thousand yuan. I am useless as an uncle.
After working hard on Hong Kong Island for so many years, I can’t even afford Fangfang’s tuition. I’m really a complete failure.”
"It's serious, everyone has difficulties."
Wu Ming responded with a smile, then looked around and said softly: "Can I talk to you?"
"What do you want to talk about?" Looking at Wu Ming, who was here for an unknown purpose, and then at Wang Fang, who was smiling, the smile on the man's face could no longer be maintained.
We don’t know each other, so what’s there to talk about?
Apart from this beautiful niece, the man really couldn't think of anything Wu Ming could talk to him about.
The father-in-law looked straight at Wu Ming when he looked at his son-in-law.
Wu Ming was stared at and was a little puzzled. He hadn't said anything yet, but something was wrong in the other person's eyes. What kind of drama was he singing?
"Uncle, you guys go in and chat, I'll help you cook the meat." Wang Fang spoke at the right time and took the initiative to take over the important task of cooking.
The man looked back at Wu Ming, panted heavily and ran straight into the house, saying coldly: "Come in."
"It's weird, did I offend him?" Wu Ming couldn't imagine, let alone guessed how much misunderstanding he had caused by coming to the door so rashly.
Entering the room, the layout of two bedrooms and one living room seems to have insufficient lighting due to the architectural style.
Taking out two small horseshoes, Wu Ming and Wang Fang's uncle sat at the low table, and the atmosphere was a little cold for a while.
"My name is Gao Bo, and I am Fangfang's uncle. In Hong Kong Island, Fangfang only has me as her relative, and I have to be responsible for her." Gao Bo looked into Wu Ming's eyes and asked word by word:
"How long have you known each other and what do you do?"
"I don't quite understand what you mean. What exactly do you want to say?" Wu Ming shook his head slightly, feeling a little confused.
Gao Bo had a sneer on his face, a disdainful crooked mouth, and raised his voice: "It's not what I want to say, but what you want to say. Hum, I tell you, if you give up this intention as soon as possible, the two of you will
I won’t agree to this matter, whatever you say is useless..." (To be continued.)