HK is an old world that has not experienced social reform. It is at the intersection of the collision between China and the West. It has made a fortune by taking advantage of its comprador status, and it has also accumulated the decadent dross of both cultures.
Such as class.
Mainland actors who do a good job can be people's artists with both virtue and art, winning the heartfelt love of the people across the country. Even if they evade taxes and are reviled by public opinion and sent to prison, they are still the same people and enjoy basic rights after they are released from prison.
But in Hong Kong, actors are just actors. How about becoming more famous?
If you're lucky, if a gun is pointed at your head, you'll have to act in a bad movie to launder money.
In the old society, people were so cruel to others.
Another example is superstition.
HK’s superstitions have become part of the culture.
In Temple Street, the first volume of 'The Widow' was sold out like crazy, and the atmosphere was extremely lively. When the stalls closed and the crowd dispersed, the gang leaders were all trembling and cold - more than twenty gangsters fell down inexplicably.
Who is not afraid?
Some people fainted after drinking water, and some people fainted while walking on the road. Some people were cursing heaven and earth, and suddenly belched their farts. The horses were sent to the hospital. The doctors were inexplicably surprised and thought that mass poisoning had occurred.
These people were all recruited within a few hundred meters of Temple Street, at a relatively concentrated time, and their identities were roughly the same. As for the cause of the incident, the hospital has not yet come up with the results. But the gang leader is already frightened - this looks like a scam.
Evil.
Evil spirits are out on patrol, collecting souls and souls.
But if you ask carefully, all the clues point to Zhou Qingfeng, a strange foreign young man who suddenly appeared at night. He suddenly beat up Ma Zai who was going to collect protection money. He didn't run away even though he was beaten.
Set up a stall on the spot.
Gangs rely on face to keep themselves together. Most of the Ma Zai lying in the hospital heard the news and went to take revenge. But these people fell down halfway. The closer they got to the stall selling comics, the more unlucky they were. However, no one could tell clearly.
What happened.
The original owner of the street stall was arrested and couldn't ask anything. The middle-aged pickpocket who gave Zhou Qingfeng directions was caught. With a sad face and tears streaming down his face, he explained the situation to the gang leaders. But there was a limit to what he could say.
The so-called "Red Stick", "Incense Master" and "Talker", a group of hooligans, young and old, gathered together and circulated the exaggerated "Super Must Kill" cartoons that they bought for 100 Hong Kong dollars. They felt ridiculous after reading it...
..
Is the Lord of Hell short of money? Just tell me if you are short of money, and we will burn some for you. Why do you come to the world to steal business from gangs? Why do you want to steal business? You have to do this vulgar thing
thing?
Zhou Qingfeng must have answered with a bitter look on his face - with the development conditions in Tianyang, even if he wants to develop high technology, he can't do it!
What should we do with the old gangsters? We must not just watch.
The gang leaders were furious, frightened and frightened, but they would not let it go. If the younger ones don't come forward for this kind of thing, who will listen to what the big boss has to say in the future? Give heavy rewards, enjoy red flowers, and send a few younger brothers who don't believe in evil.
.
Sprinkle black dog blood, hold a statue of Lord Guan, bring garlic and a cross, ask the most effective Feng Shui master in the neighborhood for a fortune telling, and ask the priest in the church to put on his robe and give a blessing.
Get an ax and get on it!
Wait... I'm afraid an ax won't work. You have to use a gun to deal with extremely vicious evil spirits. These days, gangsters must use AK47 to go out. Kalashnikov will protect you.
Several gang leaders encouraged and forced the young and Dangerous boy to take some more drugs, and fearlessly entered the small hotel on Temple Street where Zhou Qingfeng stayed - the old man did not leave at all.
However, Ma Zai, who was high on drugs and armed with a gun, went in for a long time, but there was no movement at all.
No one shouted, and no shots were fired.
There was only dead silence in the small hotel. The gangsters waiting outside all looked at each other. Then they heard a long and deep sigh.
In the dead of night, the street lights flickered and the light and shadow were dim. The sound of dripping water could be heard from nowhere. It really felt like the atmosphere in a ghost horror movie.
The sound of dripping came from a dark alley. After listening carefully, I could tell that it was someone's footsteps stepping on the water stains on the ground. The long sighs were among them, with helplessness and disdain, and they continued.
The gang leaders were also human beings. They were scared and looked around. No one had ever seen such a thing. As footsteps and sighs gradually approached, the street outside the small hotel would change slightly with each sound.
A forest of knives protrudes from the ground, street lamps turn into gallows, oil pans are lit in street shops, and iron hooks hanging upside down are hung all over the window edges. Black and white are impermanent, and bull heads and horse faces guard the front and rear.
This is the time to go to the Hall of Yama.
The gang leaders were horrified to death. But when they screamed, everything returned to normal. Only a young man walked up to them openly, laughing and teasing like a plaything.
On the street, the young man snapped his fingers, and a sofa appeared on the ground. He sat down, and there were a few more benches in front of him.
"Sit down." The young man said: "I didn't want to deal with you so quickly, but you insist on disturbing my peace in the middle of the night. Then I will meet you city foxes and rats."
The gang leaders were neither arrogant nor arrogant. They were just half-buried old men, or big gangsters who roamed the streets. Their usual evil deeds could not hide their ugliness and cowardice at this moment.
When one of them saw this strange thing, he took out a messy talisman from his pocket, bit his tongue and spit out blood. He grabbed the bloody talisman and rushed forward to try to kill it.
The clean yellow paper is pasted on the young man's body.
Not only did this man want to put on the talisman, but he also shouted with blood in his mouth: "Tai Shang Laojun is as urgent as the law..."
"This is probably a fan of Lin Zhengying. He was so dizzy watching the movie." The young man on the sofa whispered slowly, leaned back on the sofa and snapped his fingers, "You like acting so much, I will send you to act."
With a soft snap..., the big boss, whose mouth was full of blood, fell to the ground, unable to move, and there was no movement. Several other people even left their bodies.
In the panic, some people wanted to run, but it was like running into a "ghost against a wall", running into the darkness but then running out of the darkness. Some people fainted and fell, but then woke up from the coma with a scream. Some people cried and kowtowed.
Begging for mercy, his face was covered in blood.
After waiting for these people to cry and shout and play enough tricks, they found that the young man was still sitting on the sofa calmly. Their hearts were pounding, they could not speak, and they were panicking. They only hoped that this was a nightmare, but they woke up.
Not coming.
The young man still pointed to a few benches and said, "Sit down. I hope you losers can help, otherwise you will fall down like that guy who spurted blood."
The gang leaders could only sit down obediently, as well-behaved as elementary school students who have met the dean. Usually they intimidate and tease ordinary people like this, only to be frightened and upset. But tonight...
"I'm not here to clean up violence in the comprador port, so don't be too nervous."
The young man threw out a few exaggerated comics that were sure to kill, and said with a ferocious smile: "Capitalism, we are all talking about business. Each of you will underwrite three thousand copies for me, and forget about today."