When Shi Zhijian arrived, Hu Yong had already passed the critical period, and his wound was covered with a bandage. The first thing he said when he saw Shi Zhijian was: "Brother Jian, I got the money back!"
Shi Zhijian looked at Hu Xiyong and cursed: "I'm going to attack you on the street. Do you know that you're scared to death?" His voice was trembling.
Mao Shiqiang, the guy who reported the news incorrectly, Liu Jianxiong told him that Hu Yong was seriously injured and the bones in his ribs were exposed.
Mao Shiqiang was super brain-boosting and told Shi Zhijian that Hu Yong was about to die, and now he was lying in bed just waiting to see him one last time.
Although Shi Zhijian was scolding Hu Hu Yong, Hu Hu Yong was moved when he heard it, so he saw that Shi Zhijian's eyes were red just now.
He has been in the world for so long, and in the past he spent three years in jail for the big boss Pulsatilla in order to gain fame and position.
He sacrificed a lot, but no one ever really treated him, only interests and calculations.
"Brother Jian, I'm fine, I won't die!" Hu Xiuyong smiled at Shi Zhijian and wanted to get up and take out the money and give it to Shi Zhijian.
But Shi Zhijian stopped him, asked him to lie down, and said, "Keep the money until you pay the medical bills!"
At this time, a voice said: "Medical expenses 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 weapon was extraordinary, he cupped his fists and said, "This is Shi Zhijian."
"I am the owner of this wrestling club, Liang Jiashu."
"It turns out to be Master Liang, I've admired you for a long time." Shi Zhijian clasped his fists again.
"Is this Mr. Shi? If you have time, can we have a chat?" Liang Jiashu made the invitation.
"Of course." Shi Zhijian followed Liang Jiashu outside.
Lying on the bed, Huzi Yong criticized Mao Shiqiang: "Did you tell Brother Jian that I'm about to die?"
Mao Shi nodded forcefully and bowed: "I'm anxious too!"
"You're so anxious! I think you're anxious to wait for me to die so you can take over!"
"It's unjust, Brother Yong!" Mao Shitong knelt down and hugged Beard Yong's thighs with both hands. He burst into tears and said, "I really like you to live a long life, and I'm still waiting to go to Portland with you.
Pick up girls on the street!”
"Your acting skills are a bit over the top!" Hu Xiuyong reminded.
"I'm not acting this, it's from the bottom of my heart!"
"Yeah?"
"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 poems and articles are profound and profound..."
"Big waves and deep wells? I like it!"
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There is a tea table in the shape of the Eight Immortals outside the Tai Da Pavilion. There are three chairs on the tea table, which seems to be used for daily tea tasting.
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 over politely, but Liang Jiashu refused: "I don't like to eat foreign cigarettes, I smoke this!"
"Take out a long and slender pipe pot, fill it with earthen tobacco leaves, press the tobacco leaves into porcelain with your thumb, and light it with a match. Then the smell of cheap tobacco fills Shi Zhijian's nose.
"Mr. Shi, I asked you to come out because I have something to tell you. This time what happened to Beard Yong in the Kowloon Walled City is the responsibility of our Walled City, so his medical expenses are free of charge. In addition, we will arrest those guys as soon as possible.
I’ll give you an explanation!”
"Master Liang, you're so polite!" Shi Zhijian was a little unsure as to why the Liang family tree did this.
Liang Jiashu seemed to see the doubts in Shi Zhijian's mind and said with a smile: "Mr. Shi, although you have never been to the Walled City, Inspector Lei is our honored guest, and the leader of Yiqun, Lai Hao, is a frequent visitor here!
"
Liang Jiashu didn't speak clearly, but Shi Zhijian understood what he meant.
Although the Kowloon Walled City is known as the "Three No Matters", Lei Luo now has overwhelming power as the Chief Inspector. No matter how awesome the bosses in the Kowloon Walled City are, they still have to give him some face. But the Yiqun boss is lame and generous by nature.
He is domineering and a master who is not easy to mess with.
These two people are related to Shi Zhijian, or have a close relationship. Now that something happened to Shi Zhijian's people in the Walled City, the Kowloon Walled City will of course give Shi Zhijian a perfect "explanation."
As the oldest invisible boss in the Kowloon Walled City, Leung Ka-shu appears to be just a bruiser here, but in fact he is the all-powerful "city patrol horse" back then.
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A long time ago, there was no formal post office in Hong Kong, and there was only private postal service, so some "city patrol horses" were recruited to help deliver letters and other items.
Most of these letters are delivered to rural women and children. Not only are most of them illiterate, they even do not have official names. The letters on the envelopes only say "From Cheng Daniu's family", "From Li Aji's wife", "To Zhang Zhaocai's mother", and the letters can also be written by familiar people.
Depending on the condition of the villagers, the city patrol horse can deliver them to each one and read the letters on their behalf.
In addition to carrying letters, sometimes money is also carried, so that people who make a living outside can send money home to support their wives and children. In addition, they can also help carry things, packages and other items.
In those days, if you were entrusted with a letter and paid first, you would write "The money has been paid" on the outside of the envelope. Otherwise, you would write "I will pay you a few cents" on the outside of the envelope.
That is, people who want to be patrol horses must be literate, at least not illiterate, because sometimes they have to read letters and write replies. At the same time, they must have good kung fu, so as to avoid things like robbery on the way.
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The most important thing is to have a reliable reputation so that the villagers can trust you to entrust important matters to you. Therefore, every city patrol horse is almost the most respected and prestige figure in a region.
This is what Liang Jiashu is like!
He had been working as a city patrol horse in Kowloon for many years, and he had accumulated the largest and most extensive network of contacts. He also had good kung fu and good medical skills that could save lives and heal the wounded. Therefore, he is now an invisible boss in Kowloon Walled City, and he can make the final decision with just one sentence.
The tea gurgled, but it was ready.
Liang Jiashu casually picked up the teapot and poured a cup into the tea bowl in front of Shi Zhijian, and poured another cup for himself. Then he bit the pipe 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 up the market for his instant noodles all over Hong Kong, Hong Kong Island, Kowloon and the New Territories. However, in the Kowloon Walled City, there is only one grocery store operated by Zhou Ji. It's not that the demand here is small, but that besides
Except for Zhou Ji's backstage, no one dares to deal with such "foreign products" anymore.
You know, 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 to avoid being choked by outsiders.
But now Liang Jiashu wants Shi Zhijian to make a request. This is a rare opportunity.
In such a large city, the net profit of a small grocery store is as high as 10,000 yuan.
If they were all opened up and his Master Shi instant noodles were allowed to settle in, then by rough calculation, he could earn at least 100,000 yuan a month!
Shi Zhijian made a decision immediately and said calmly: "Master Liang, since you mentioned it first, I will mention it a little bit, but I don't know if my instant noodles can fully enter this city?"
Master Liang smiled, took a deep puff on his pipe, exhaled the smoke, narrowed his eyes at Shi Zhijian and said, "Open it all, how much money do you think you can make?"
"At least it can reach 100,000 yuan a month!" Shi Zhijian tried.
"One hundred thousand?" Liang Jiashu raised the corners of his mouth, showing a hint of contempt, "Do you know that Laihao and the four major associations in Hong Kong are vying to do business with our city?"
Shi Zhijian didn't know what he meant.
Liang Jiashu took a puff of his cigarette pot and said, "It seems like you really don't know."
After a pause, he knocked the finished pipe with the pot end down on the ground, and a pile of ashes came out.
"If I let all your products be stationed in the walled city, your net income per month will not be 100,000, but 1 million!"
Shi Zhijian was suddenly startled, the tea in his hand spilled out, and he looked at Liang Jiashu in surprise.
Liang Jiashu said slowly: "This is not just a city, but a port!"
