History of Hong Kong Island

Chapter 82 Spring Garden Restaurant
Seeing the obese figure entering the door, Xinheng shopkeeper immediately smiled and walked out of the account room, and complimented: "Brother Zi, come to the bank once a day, let us Xinheng make a lot of money!"

Lard boy showed displeasure, sat down on the tea seat, and shouted: "Can you agree to the price I offered yesterday?"

The shopkeeper smiled and stood in front of him, and said euphemistically, "30 Hong Kong dollars is a large amount. Even if your account earns [-] to [-] yuan a month, our bank cannot lend it out easily."

"Every amount of money is the lifeblood of the bank. If everyone asks for 30 yuan, the bank will be closed in a few days."

Lard boy said angrily, "Our factory supplies paper for "Sing Tao Daily", and we are still discussing cooperation with "Hong Kong Island Commercial Daily" and "Hua Shang Daily"...The purpose of the loan is to expand the factory. When the new machine is started, the monthly income can exceed [-]."

The treasurer of the Qianzhuang quickly flattered: "Yes, brother, Oriental Paper is thriving. In the future, it will definitely be the leader in Hong Kong Island Paper. It will also cooperate with the Xinghui Chamber of Commerce. We all know this, but the Qianzhuang has the rules of the Qianzhuang. The current scale of Dongfang Paper is really less than 30 loans."

Zhu Youzai slapped the table and said angrily, "If I can get a loan, I'll go to the bank!"

"The bank can't get a loan." The shopkeeper is still very embarrassed. It is actually very difficult to borrow money to bankrupt a bank, but with the scale of a small bank, if there are 30 bad debts, the shopkeeper and the boss will jump into the sea together. , Qianzhuang Bank was sold and continued to take over the business.

Xinheng is also a small bank among hundreds of large and small banks on Hong Kong Island. They usually borrow 30 or a few thousand from outsiders. [-] is not impossible to pay out, but the risk is too high, so we have to avoid it instinctively.

Lard Boy sneered, and was planning to lower his request, borrow 20 and leave.People like him who came to borrow money naturally opened their mouths like a lion, first asking for the high ones, and then pretending to be eager, before finally agreeing unwillingly.

But the shopkeeper gritted his teeth, stomped his feet, and said, "Well, Brother Zi, it happens that the boss is drinking tea in the bank. I will go and talk to the boss in person."

"it is good."

"I'll wait for you." Zhu Youzai readily agreed, but he became vigilant in his heart. The boss of the bank was obviously waiting for him. It is impossible not to report the 30 yuan loan to the boss early, and maybe 1000 yuan has to be discussed with the boss. The shopkeeper is only responsible for fixed interest, debt collection, and evaluation.

The treasurer of the bank walked around the tent, climbed the stairs, and came to a tea room on the second floor.

in the tea room.

A six-meter-long solid wood coffee table was placed horizontally, and more than a dozen bank bosses of different ages in long gowns were standing or standing, all holding cups of tea in their hands, and the atmosphere was a bit heavy.

The owner of Xinheng Bank is "Huang Youwei", who is from Enping, Wuyi. His ancestors came to Hong Kong to set up a bank at the end of the Qing Dynasty. There are "Bao De" and "Li Lai", a total of seven companies. Some bad boys want to support their loans with loans, but they don't know that the same boss is behind them, and they are finally thrown into the river.

He is the largest banker in Wanchai District, and there are more than a dozen bank owners around him, all of whom are bankers who have found water in Wanchai District.

They gathered together today because there is an old rule in the bank industry. If a bank on the same street has an order that cannot be filled, the seniors in the industry can call together their peers to take the order together. If you have money, you can make money together, and if you lose money, you can make money together. bear.

At this time, Huang Youwei finished the news at the shopkeeper, put down the teacup with a calm expression, and said loudly: "Everyone, I think you all know who is behind the lard boy."

"I don't think a Tanmu who can kill the chief inspector Zonghua by collecting 10,000+ yuan a month will come to borrow a mere 30 yuan from our firm."

"I came to you today not to discuss with you whether to accept his order, but what to do if you accept his order."

One of them took a step forward, holding a teacup, and said, "It would be best if Lard Boy sincerely came to borrow money, then lend him the money right away."

"If it's Huayaoxian who wants to cut Kaizi, you can borrow less and let him cut a fortune and be happy."

Someone sneered at the words: "If he wants to cut Kaizi, he will have to give him 30 yuan. I'm just afraid. It's not that simple."

"The gang of wolves, tigers and leopards in the police force are more greedy than the other. If he came here on behalf of the police force..."

Huang Youwei sighed: "Then we have to have a good fight with the police force."

After half an hour.

After drinking up two pots of lard tea, the shopkeeper of the bank finally came belatedly, and he took the initiative to come forward and said with a smile, "Brother Zai, do you have a sack?"

Zhu Youzai smiled and said, "I don't have any sacks, I'll call a rickshaw later."

The bank manager's smile remained the same, but his tone was suddenly stern: "It's okay, we have it."

"Shh!"

The wind came from the back of my head.

"Boom."

Lardboy's head reverberated loudly, and he felt his eyes darken, his head dizzy, and he lost consciousness and fell to the ground.

The shopkeeper winked at the thug, and said aloud, "Throw him into Xiangjiang to take a bath."

"Understood." The thug was wearing a short shirt, with a dagger on his waist, and I was holding a short stick in my strong arm. He looked fierce, and when he whistled, brothers rushed out of the back hall and wrapped him up in a sack.

Probably because he felt that the lard boy was weak and obese, and had no combat effectiveness, so he tied the bag and put it on a cart and pushed it away.

During the whole process, the door of the bank was not even closed. Ni Kun squatted at the door and was stunned. He quickly picked up the rickshaw and followed quietly.

evening.

At home, He Dingxian saw Lard Boy who had just changed his clothes and was still holding a towel in his hand. Anger appeared on his face: "Fuck, you dare to touch my people?"

Zhu Youzai was still in shock, and said directly, "Brother Xian, they really don't take you seriously."

"I know a group of elite guys, not as easy to deceive as Gui Lidong, but I want to find out about them." He Dingxian laughed back angrily: "Oh, I didn't expect that they turned to customers, dare to write down Mawei! "

Lard boy complained: "I just went to borrow money, I don't owe them any money, they even threw me into the river, if Ah Kun was not guarding me at the door, brother Xian...you wouldn't be able to see me! "

He Dingxian patted him on the shoulder and comforted him, "It's time to go swimming."

"Axiong." He Dingxian turned around and shouted.

"Sir!"

Yan Xiong stood at attention and saluted.

"Find out which name is working for Xinheng Bank, and take off the head of their talker and kick it for brother Zi." He Dingxian said loudly.

Yan Xiong narrowed his eyes: "There is only one shop in Hong Kong Island that works for the Wuyi Chamber of Commerce. It's not a small name. It's called Wujiang Society. The person who talks about it is 'Pan Liqiang' and the nickname is 'Datou Pan'."

He Dingxian suddenly showed displeasure, and roared angrily: "I told you to take his head off and give Brother Zi a kick! Do you understand!"

"Who asked you what the name of their speaker is!"

Yan Xiong immediately straightened his legs and replied solemnly: "Yes, sir!"

Lard Boy was also taken aback.

He Dingxian scolded sarcastically: "What kind of killer is Xiong? It would be best to kill a man and change his name to Bapoxiong."

Lardboy once again became able to observe words and expressions, and said tremblingly: "Brother Xian, Ah Xiong is also the one who helps you with things..."

"I know." He frowned and looked at Zhu Touzai: "Is there anything else?"

"fine."

Zhu Youzai held the towel and said with a silly smile, "It's just for swimming."

"Okay, you go back to Kowloon, Hong Kong Island has nothing to do with you, Ale, you go and inform Aluo, Lan Gang and the others to lead troops to surround the Spring Garden Restaurant at seven o'clock in the evening." He Dingxian turned his head and told a follower .

Zhu Youzai and Chen Jiale all got up: "Understood, Brother Xian."

He Dingxian watched the two leave, and said with a pipe in his mouth, "Think I'm a fright? You want to frighten me by throwing away my little brother. Damn, you'll lose his whole family."

Originally, Xinheng Bank sent someone to post and invited him to have dinner at the Spring Garden Restaurant at night. I thought it was the boss of Xinheng Bank who wanted to bow his head, or came to take the wind.

He Dingxian also thought that the other party would be interested, so he would collect a sum of money, and then use Xinheng as an intermediary to revise the rules, so as not to cause bloodshed would be the best.

Unexpectedly, TMD turned out to be a Hongmen banquet, okay!

The plainclothes detective at No. [-] in Wanchai District does not know if he can sit down!
In fact, Lei Luo, Lan Gang and other Tanmu have just got off work, some are eating, some are picking up girls, but the activity area is all in Wan Chai, and they will go back to the mission station to assemble the police immediately after receiving the news.

Getting the bank settled is currently the top priority of the entire mission. Not to mention the previous five people had a mutual agreement, even if it was only the pressure from Inspector Jiang, the four had to be cautious.

At seven o'clock in the evening, He Dingxian, wearing a well-fitting black suit, tie and smoking a pipe, arrived at the entrance of the Spring Garden Restaurant by rickshaw.

He took off his pipe, exhaled, and stepped on his leather shoes to get out of the car. Seeing a group of Wujiang club boys standing at the door of the restaurant, he stepped into the restaurant with a contemptuous smile.

Chunyuan Street, where the restaurant is located, can be regarded as his site. Due to the presence of banks on the site, there are indeed some Wujiang gangs active in Wanchai District, but the total number of Wujiang gangs in Hong Kong is only 1 people, and most of them rely on shipping and engineering for support. The thugs on shore are only responsible for violent debt collection.

Huang Youwei, the owner of the bank, took care of the entire restaurant. Together with thirteen colleagues in the industry, they sat on the round table on the second floor and waited for customers to come. There were five tables on the first floor, and a total of forty or so beauties were seated.

When He Dingxian entered the door, he felt a gaze sweeping towards him, and immediately went forward without fear, but he didn't stay on anyone's body for a while, and stepped up to the second floor of the restaurant calmly.

I have to say that Flatterer has a sharp eye and can accurately judge his waist size just by looking at him. A suit is not only extra chic and imposing, but also fits comfortably and is easy to move.

This is due to his standard figure and handsome appearance, and also due to the good eyesight that Flattery worked as a helper in a tailor shop since he was a child.

If a flatterer wants to shoot well, he must not only be eye-catching, but also have family wealth and ability.

Huang Youwei heard the sound of leather shoes going up the stairs, and immediately stood up on the main seat, a young and handsome face appeared in his sight, and at the same time he cupped his hands from a distance reservedly: "Mr. Afraid of being presumptuous, I specially invite colleagues in the industry to congratulate Chief He with wine, and thank Chief He for his presence."

Thirteen Yinzhuang bosses who started work in Wanchai District stood up together, clasped their fists in salute, but looked at the visitor without any hesitation, with sharp eyes that wanted to eat people.

(End of this chapter)