Hong Kong Comprehensive: Who said that those who practice martial arts have no money?

Chapter 185: Resentment, Editor-in-chief Sun, specializes in the art industry

In a restaurant on Ka Wai Man Road in Sai Wan.

The golden-toothed horse was sitting on a chair with half a cigarette in his mouth.

Dabiao sat in the seat below him, eating peanuts with his head lowered.

Jin Yaju raised his hand, and a gangster behind him came forward with a briefcase and placed it in front of the middle-aged man sitting opposite him.

Exhaling cigarette smoke from his mouth, Jinyaju said carelessly:

"Inspector Liu, this is the fee for each of our major stalls this month. Please click on it."

The middle-aged man known as Inspector Liu opened his briefcase with a dull expression.

Seeing the rolls of Hong Kong dollars inside, a smile appeared on his face and he handed the briefcase to the guy behind him.

Inspector Liu raised his head, looked at Jin Yaju and Da Biao, and said intentionally or unintentionally:

"A few fan stalls on the beach in Sai Ying Pun are really too arrogant, and the pressure from the press is getting bigger and bigger. Even the ghost guys above are a little bit unable to sit still, making it difficult for us as errands to do our jobs. You two What do you have to say?"

The golden-toothed horse was well versed in human nature, and he patted his chest and said for sure:

"I know what the detective means. Let's hand over a few heads to make it easier for you to do business."

Detective Liu said in a calm tone: "If you can think so, then it will be no problem. We will have less trouble, and you can make money with peace of mind. This way everyone will be happy."

"It will definitely satisfy the detective."

The golden tooth colt smiled and then said:

"Tomorrow we will put on a fake show and make it real. Ask your people to take action directly. Don't forget, remember to inform the reporters to make the scene bigger."

Detective Liu looked at the golden tooth colt for a while, and the smile on his face became even wider.

Be knowledgeable and know how to be a good person.

The golden-toothed horse looked at Dabiao who was looking down:

"A Biao, please tell your subordinates to bring out two powder stalls from Sai Ying Pun to make it easier for the detective to do business."

"Who do you think you are if you hold your mother in your mouth?"

Da Biao suddenly slapped the table, opened his mouth and cursed:

"Fucking Sai Ying Pun is my territory. When will it be your turn to make the decision? Just hand it over if you say it. I don't want to lose face. Do you really think of me as your little brother? Why don't you give up your fans in Shek Tong Tsui?" Hand over the documents!"

Sai Ying Pun is located in the west of Hong Kong Island, west of Sheung Wan and east of Shek Tong Tsui, and belongs to the Central and Western District.

That's Da Biao's territory. Those simple noodle stalls with tents on the beach, where you can see drug addicts lying down and smoking, are naturally his stalls.

Dabiao had a stern face, spittle flying around, but Jinyaju looked unconcerned.

He threw away the cigarette butt and lit another cigarette. After Da Biao finished speaking, he spoke slowly:

"You don't have to be angry with me. You just heard what the detective said. It's because those fans of yours were so blatant that they put them in the middle of the road. The newspaper reported this with great fanfare. If it were me, I would It’s four stalls.”

The golden-toothed horse looked at Inspector Liu:

"Detective, do you make sense in what I say?"

Detective Liu did not answer the question and said haha:

"It doesn't matter who is the fan, as long as I gather enough people to satisfy the ghost guy, my guys can do the job."

He will definitely not get involved in this kind of thing. As long as the other party cooperates with him and allows him to do his job, anyone can take the blame.

"Hold!"

Jinyaju secretly cursed, but his face didn't show it at all.

Seeing Da Biao sitting at the bottom staring at him fiercely, he couldn't help but slow down his tone:

"A Biao, I also do things for everyone. It's hard to be a detective. How can we have anything to eat? From now on, just put those rice stalls at the beach and everything will be fine."

Da Biao's face was gloomy and uncertain. He glanced at Inspector Liu who was silent and ambiguous, and then at Jin Yaju. His throat rolled twice, as if he had a mouthful of thick phlegm.

But in the end he gritted his teeth and sighed:

"...Okay, I'll hand over two stalls and come out."

After receiving a satisfactory reply, Inspector Liu did not wait long and stood up:

"Then it's settled, I'll let the guy do the work tomorrow afternoon."

Jin Yaju glanced at the dishes on the table and said with a smile:

"You're here, why don't you eat before you leave."

"There's something else at the police station this afternoon, so I'll take the first step."

"Then detective, walk slowly..."

Watching Inspector Liu and his assistant leave, as soon as Jin Yaju sat down, Da Biao stood up with a tigerish face:

"Brother Ju, eat slowly."

He didn't wait for Jin Yaju to speak, took a few gangsters with him, and left angrily.

"I usually just make a fortune on the goods. If anything happens, I'll let my subordinates collect some people...Golden Tooth Colt! Okay! I really have yours..."

Zhang Biao felt furious and clenched his fists.

When I walked out of the restaurant, I ran into Gu Zai who was walking in a hurry.

"Brother Biao."

Guzai stopped and shouted.

Da Biao snorted coldly, ignored Guzai, and got into a black Ford car on the side of the road.

The engine roared and the car sped away.

"Brother Biao, Brother Ju has really gone too far this time. He has made it clear that we are being taken advantage of..."

The one who spoke was sitting in the passenger seat, his subordinate Ma Zai, nicknamed Lan Zai Ming.

Da Biao said nothing, but his face became even more ugly.

……

……

"Fuck! Show your face to me..."

As soon as Gu Zai arrived at the private room on the second floor, he saw Jin Yaju poking at the steamed fish with chopsticks and cursing.

"Brother Ju."

He walked over.

Jin Yaju stopped poking at the fish with his chopsticks and raised his head:

"Is the matter done?"

"No……"

Guzai shook his head, looking ashamed.

Snap!

The chopsticks fell on the table and flew out.

The golden tooth colt slapped the table and cursed:

"What a waste. You can mess up such a small thing! Two little bastards are blocked at the dock. There are so many of you that you can't even deal with two of them?"

Guzai raised his head and explained:

"No, Brother Ju, we originally blocked them at the pier, but we were stopped by someone. The other party had a large number of people and stepped in to save the two brothers."

The golden-toothed horse's eyes widened and he subconsciously said:

"Who is so bold that he won't even give me the dignity of a golden-toothed pony?"

"Lee An."

There was a hint of doubt on the golden tooth colt's face:

"Lee An? Why haven't I heard of this person? Which pier is he from?"

"Pier Six."

Guzai lowered his head and responded.

"Pier 6, Ang Lee..."

After mumbling for a while, Jin Yaju couldn't remember the character Li An after thinking about it for a long time.

"Brother Ju, do you still remember that Xu Yunxiong, the patriarch of the Changle Society, had his legs broken at the dock last month..."

Gu Zai reminded.

After he left the dock, he specifically asked someone to find out the details about Li An.

"Are you saying that Cao Yanjun of Changle Society suffered at the hands of this Li An?"

The Golden Tooth Colt responded.

Changle Club is the largest club in Wan Chai. Hundreds of forty-nine boys were beaten and injured. Even Xu Yunxiong had his legs broken and could only use a wheelchair for the rest of his life. Such a big event caused a lot of uproar in the world at that time. Of course he heard about it.

However, the other party was not from the club, he was not working at the dock, and it had been such a long time, so he didn’t pay much attention to it.

"Ah."

Boneboy nodded.

"What is the relationship between Ang Lee and the Ma brothers?".

Jin Yaju's expression was heavy. Although his strength was not weak, it was still far inferior to the dominant Cheung Lok Club in Wan Chai. Otherwise, he would not be living in Shek Tong Tsui in Western District.

Gu Zai observed the Golden Tooth Colt's face and responded in a low voice:

"I don't know, but from what Li An said, as long as he wasn't causing trouble on his dock, he probably wouldn't get involved. At that time, we were surrounded by hundreds of coolies at the dock. If Li An really wanted to help them, he wouldn't have done it easily. Let me leave.”

The golden-toothed horse looked much better, with a ruthless look on his face:

"Then don't do anything on the dock. I still don't believe these two little bastards will stay at the dock doing hard work. If you find an opportunity, kill them both as soon as possible."

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"How's Cordelie doing lately?"

"Very good. She teaches at a volunteer school and is very happy spending time with a group of children every day." "Then I feel relieved."

Chen Xinyi felt relieved and chuckled:

"Audrey is usually like a child who hasn't grown up, and I'm also very curious about her role as a teacher. I have a day off tomorrow, so I will go to Longjin Yixue to see her."

"I will tell her when I get back. I think she will be very happy."

Long Chenghu nodded.

After leaving the law office, Li An stopped.

"Sister Xinyi, stay here while you go about your business. There's no need to see her off."

"Um……"

A group of people entered the elevator.

"I was at the law firm just now. I had already called and made an appointment with Mr. Sun Liwen, the editor-in-chief of Yuanfang Daily, at the Hong Yu Teahouse on Kimberley Road in Tsim Sha Tsui."

Ma Shaolin said lightly.

"Long Chenghu will take you to the walled city, but if you get into a conflict with Jinya Ju outside the walled city, I won't care whether you live or die."

The elevator door opened, and Li An said as he walked out.

"understood."

Ma Shaolin nodded in response.

From the time he left the dock until now, his face had remained expressionless.

Although the shares of Yuanfang Daily are gone, at least it seems that the situation is not that bad now. There is no need to hide in Tibet and worry about the golden tooth horse suddenly coming to the door.

While he breathed a sigh of relief, he felt a little disappointed in his heart.

Li An can't count on it.

If you want revenge, you still have to rely on yourself.

After leaving the building, Long Chenghu took the two brothers Ma Shaolin to the walled city, while Li An went to Kimberley Road alone.

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Hongyu Teahouse.

The Sun Liwen Ma Shaolin described was a thin, middle-aged man who looked to be in his early forties, wearing a black suit and a pair of black-rimmed glasses, and was elegant.

He is both the owner of Yuanfang Daily and the editor-in-chief of the newspaper.

Sun Liwen put in a lot of effort to develop Yuanfang Daily from a small newspaper with only two or three employees to now having its own printing plant.

Logically speaking, he would not give up his shares easily in the newspaper company that he had devoted half his life to.

What's more, it only cost 60 yuan to take out % of the shares.

A month ago, the printing factory purchased a new batch of printing machines, and the money that was originally negotiated with the bank went wrong.

If payment cannot be made within the agreed time, a large amount of compensation will be required. There was also the salary of newspaper and printing factory employees, which once forced him to have no choice.

In desperation, Sun Liwen could only find a financial company to alleviate the newspaper's financial crisis.

Finally, I was introduced to Ma Shaolin.

As the other party said, Ma Shaolin was a righteous man and would take out one hundred thousand yuan as soon as he raised his hand, not to mention any interest.

But Sun Liwen knew that the other party opened a financial company, not a relief home, and the two were strangers to each other, so it was impossible for them to be just friends as Ma Shaolin said.

Calculated at three-thirds of the profit, for 100,000 yuan, the interest can be compounded for up to three or four months, and the entire newspaper belongs to the financial company.

Sun Liwen thought over and over again, and simply made the first step to ask the other party to take shares and give up 60% of the shares.

What reassured him a little was that Ma Shaolin did not interfere too much in the newspaper's affairs.

But the phone call Ma Shaolin made just now made him look a little uneasy.

The newspaper shares were transferred by Ma Shaolin.

Naturally, Sun Liwen had heard about the Yau Ma Tei incident.

What he was worried about was that Ma Shaolin transferred his shares to other associations.

The mixed groups are armed with knives, they are armed with pens, and they are not from the same group at all.

If the shares fall into the hands of these bad guys, his newspaper...

The thought made Sun Liwen feel more and more uneasy.

"Excuse me, is this Mr. Sun from Yuanfang Daily?"

Suddenly a voice brought him back from his thoughts, and Sun Liwen raised his head.

In front of him was a young man with dark eyes and neat clothes.

"you are?"

"My name is Li An, Ma Shaolin should have mentioned me on the phone just now."

Sun Liwen glanced at Li An in surprise, a little surprised at how young he was.

He stood up and extended his hand to signal:

"Come, please sit down."

After speaking, he took the teapot on the table, made a cup of tea and put it in front of Li An.

"Thank you."

Li An pulled out a chair and sat down, speaking in a gentle tone: "This time I asked Mr. Sun to come over, I was a little rushed. I'm sorry."

"Mr. Li is too polite. Seriously, you are the boss of Yuanfang Daily now, and I am just the editor-in-chief."

Sun Liwen laughed.

He stared at Li An, remained silent for a while, and asked seemingly casually: "I wonder what kind of business Mr. Li is in?"

Li An shook his head and replied slowly:

"No, Editor Sun promoted me, I just run a few newspaper stalls in Sheung Wan.

However, I am very optimistic about the prospects of the newspaper industry. It happened that the sales volume of Yuanfang Daily at my booth was good, so Ma Shaolin gave me his shares. "

"Mr. Li runs a newspaper stall?"

"Well, there are probably more than a dozen newspaper stalls in Sheung Wan now."

This time Sun Liwen was really surprised:

"Oh, it seems that Mr. Li is really optimistic about the prospects of the newspaper industry."

"Of course."

Li An nodded and talked eloquently:

"After World War II, as a channel for citizens to learn about real events, the newspaper industry in Hong Kong and Kowloon has developed rapidly. In the past two years, five or six new newspapers have been published in English. On the other hand, due to the increasing commercialization and sales of newspapers, In order to meet the needs of the public, except for those romantic tabloids, most newspapers have changed from weekly to daily, and even the page size has increased significantly, which fully illustrates the prospects of the newspaper industry."

Sun Liwen finally breathed a sigh of relief. The fact that Li An could say these words was enough to prove that he understood the newspaper industry and was not the bad boy who didn't know anything as he had worried before.

"Cough cough."

Sun Liwen coughed, cleared his throat, and stopped beating around the bush:

"Mr. Li is now the owner of the newspaper. I wonder if you have any suggestions for the newspaper's future development?"

Li An also roughly saw Sun Liwen's concerns and said with a smile:

“In the past, the chief editors of newspapers were all businessmen themselves, but now they are all full-time news staff, which naturally makes sense.

I am a sensible person, and I am just a layman when it comes to the newspaper office, so Editor-in-Chief Sun can rest assured that except for some distribution matters and major decisions of the newspaper office, I will not interfere too much on weekdays. The newspaper office is still managed by Editor-in-Chief Sun. "

"Mr. Li, are you sure?"

Sun Liwen couldn't believe it.

Li An nodded:

"You can think of me as an investor. What I am optimistic about is your ability as editor-in-chief and the good profit prospects of Yuanfang Daily. So I hope Editor-in-Chief Sun will not disappoint me."

Ang Lee's advantage lies in his foresight. He just needs to be an investor with peace of mind.

Industry specializing in surgery.

As a layman, if you don't know yourself, ignore your own advantages, and rush in, the result will definitely be the same as learning to walk in Handan.

After hearing what Li An said, Sun Liwen finally calmed down and said seriously:

"I will definitely not disappoint Mr. Li."

"Then please leave it to Editor Sun."

Sun Liwen waved his hands repeatedly and carefully introduced the newspaper office and printing factory to Li An.

Li An held the tea cup and drank tea slowly. Except for occasionally giving suggestions, most of the time he just listened quietly.

The atmosphere on the tea table gradually became harmonious.

(End of this chapter)