In front, Charlie Wei, who was sitting in a convertible Ford sedan, was chewing on his second cigarette. He turned his head and glanced behind him triumphantly, and then almost dropped the cigarette he was holding!
I saw a rickshaw chasing after me, and dozens of similar rickshaws were rushing towards me like a tide. From a distance, I could hear the earth-shattering roars of Hong Yihai and the poor people: "Hong Yihai is doing something, and idlers are hiding."
open!"
"What kind of plane are you doing?" Wei Charlie held a cigarette and kicked the front of it hard, "No more fun, drive faster and get rid of these gangsters!"
"Okay, Secretary Wei!" The driver increased the accelerator and instantly distanced himself from the rickshaw behind him.
"I'm just telling you, how can two wheels outrun four wheels?" Charlie Wei became proud again, crossing his legs, holding a cigarette in his mouth, and combing his hair that was messed up by the wind with his hands.
At this time, the raindrops fell. Charlie Wei looked up at the sky, and it was raining!
"Hey, close the hood!"
"I'm sorry, Secretary Wei! The car hood is broken and it hasn't been repaired yet!"
"What are you talking about?" Charlie Wei was shocked.
The rain started to fall heavily.
"I'm sorry, Secretary Wei, I will pay attention next time! I will definitely repair the car hood first!"
"Fix you!" Charlie Wei angrily broke the cigarette and threw it towards the driver's head.
Crackling!
The rain is getting heavier and heavier.
Even though the rickshaw itself had a shielding function, Shi Zhijian was still splashed by the rainwater that drifted in.
At this time----
"Hold the umbrella for Mr. Shi!"
I don't know who shouted something, and someone from the crowd accompanying the rickshaw suddenly rushed out. A bamboo-handled oil umbrella opened with a bang and was propped on Shi Zhijian's head.
Rain splashes!
The rickshaw speeds through the water.
Shi Zhijian was protected by everyone in the middle, and he didn't touch even a drop of water!
Wow!
Ahead, Charlie Wei was soaked in the heavy rain, and the rain was still pouring into the car!
"Are you mistaken, there is so much water? Drive faster!" Charlie Wei was no longer as elegant as before, and his expensive Baleno dress was completely soaked by the rain.
"I can't go fast, I'm out of gas!" the driver said bravely.
Charlie Wei was so angry that he was shaking all over, pointing at the driver and not knowing what to say.
The rickshaw caught up from behind, and the wheels splashed water three feet high, hitting Charlie Wei in the face. He then overtook the convertible and drove away!
Wei Charlie was furious, stood up from the car, pointed at Shi Zhijian and shouted: "I'll punch your lungs out!"
…
Central, Tsui Group Shipping Building.
When the rickshaw carried Shi Zhijian to the entrance of the Shipping Building in the pouring rain, almost fifteen minutes had passed, and there were still five minutes left before the end time for paying the bidding deposit!
When Shi Zhijian got off the car, someone immediately took him to the eaves of the building holding an umbrella.
This is a famous building from the British colonial period, with five floors, commonly known as the "Big Bell Tower". It was bought by the Xu Group a few years ago and renovated for use.
This building is located at the corner of Pedder Street and Queen's Road Central in Central. Standing on the top floor, you can overlook the entire city.
There is a large bronze bell hanging on the bell tower. When it rings, it can be heard far and near. It is specially used to report fire alarms. It is stipulated that the number of ringings is used to indicate the fire area: ringing it once means Sai Ying Pun area, ringing it twice means Central area.
The three beeps were for Wan Chai District and East District, and they were sounded for three minutes each time to instruct the neighbors to bring in equipment to fight the fire as soon as possible.
At this time, the "big bell tower" originally used for fire fighting was crowded with people taking shelter from the rain.
These people are all kinds of people, including the Xirong guy who sells Xirong with a load, the shoe shine boy carrying shoe polishing tools, and the Jiao Pohua wearing a cheongsam and exposing her thighs who solicits customers on the street——
They squeezed into the crowd and winked at the salty guys, planning to continue their business after the rain stopped.
At the entrance of the building, an Indian Asan wearing a turtle-green security uniform, wearing a high hat on his head and a long gun on his shoulder, patrolled the crowds taking shelter from the rain vigilantly.
The third brother of India in this era has a very high status in the "security world".
They work conscientiously and responsibly, are not afraid of death, and are extremely loyal to their bosses. Therefore, many wealthy people like to hire them, and the salary they offer is much higher than that of locals. The monthly salary of the best is even as high as 1,000 Hong Kong dollars, which is very different from the current situation.
Detective Hua is almost at the same level.
Shi Zhijian asked the person who helped hold the umbrella to put the umbrella away. Instead of letting him leave directly, he turned to look at the people from Hong Yihai who had just been guarding the rickshaw and running with them in the heavy rain.
Shi Zhijian asked the man holding the umbrella: "What is your name?"
"My name is Xing Yajian!"
"My name is Ah Jian too, but I don't have a whistle!" Shi Zhijian smiled, took out his wallet from his arms, counted three hundred Hong Kong dollars and handed it to Shao Yajian: "Brothers, it's been raining so hard, let's go eat together.
A bowl of hot pig blood porridge!”
"Mr. Shi, I can't take this money!"
"It's not for you, it's for the brothers!" After Shi Zhijian finished speaking, he put the money into Shao Yajian's hand and patted the back of his hand, then turned and walked towards the Shipping Building.
Shao Yajian looked at Shi Zhijian, holding the money and not knowing what to do. He turned around and looked at his brother who was still standing in the heavy rain.
Those people wiped the rain off their faces and looked at him wetly.
Shao Yajian took a deep breath, raised the three hundred Hong Kong dollars in his hand, and said loudly: "Brothers, Mr. Shi gave us money to eat porridge!"
Those people couldn't help but look stunned. They all came from poor backgrounds. It was common for them to be exposed to the rain while driving rickshaws. Sometimes they even had to work even if they had a fever or illness. No one would feel sorry for them at all, but now -----
More than 30 people standing in the rain couldn't help but look at Shi Zhijian's back and shouted together: "Thank you, Mr. Shi!"
The people hiding from the rain under the eaves looked at this scene in surprise.
Looking at Shi Zhijian again, he didn't look back, he just waved his hand behind him.
…
Shi Zhijian walked towards the shipping building, and the third Indian brother on duty stood up and stopped him.
"What are you doing?" the third brother asked in proficient Cantonese.
"I'm looking for Mr. Xu Shijian." Shi Zhijian said, took out Sanwu cigarettes from his arms and handed one over.
The third brother looked Shi Zhijian up and down. Seeing that Shi Zhijian was well-dressed, he took the cigarette and smelled it at the tip of his nose. Then he said: "Mr. Xu is still at work. He doesn't see guests if it's too late!"
"It doesn't matter, I'm here to give money to Mr. Xu!"
"Send money?" The third brother turned around and looked at the rickshaw in the heavy rain and the Hong Yihai brothers who were accompanying Shi Zhijian, guessing that these people might be "bodyguards."
Seeing that the other party was still hesitating, Shi Zhijian put away the cigarettes he had been smoking, took out an unopened box of high-quality Marlboros from his arms, and stuffed the whole box into the other party's hand, "Thank you, please be accommodating!"
The third brother looked around, put the cigarette in his arms, and waved to Shi Zhijian: "Take the elevator, fifth floor!"
After Shi Zhijian entered the building, the third Indian brother guarded the door of the building with great dedication, biting the cigarette that Shi Zhijian had given him before in his mouth, taking out the fire from his pocket, and said to those who kept looking this way: "Look
What are you looking at? I’ve never seen people eating smoke?!” Then he lit a fire and sprayed out two smoke dragons from his nostrils.
