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

Chapter 197 Xiudou Black and White Marriage

"what?"

Li An was stunned for a moment.

Lei Luo's tone remained unchanged: "Re-dividing the territory will naturally include the words "support" on the surface. I ask you if you are interested in the territory on Hong Kong Island?"

"Ask me, are you kidding?"

Li An laughed dumbly.

A few days ago, newspapers had reported the news about Lei Luo hooking up with Sir Zhou's daughter. Logically speaking, Lei Luo at this time should be busy accompanying her fiancée, taking advantage of the relationship with his father-in-law Sir Zhou to get around, and he had no time to look for her. It's only right that I have this one-time acquaintance.

So on the dock, Li An was a little surprised when he saw Lei Luo coming over.

bother you for something.

Li An could roughly guess that Lei Luo might have trouble with him.

But what the other party said was somewhat beyond his expectations.

Re-formulate underground rules and divide the territory to manage large and small Hong Kong and Kowloon prefixes, and charge unified fees. As a result, there will be fewer cases of violence on the street, and the police will receive more fees. This is Lei Luo's capital to be able to secure his position as Inspector General Hua.

For some unknown reason, Lei Luo asked him on a whim if he was interested?

I don’t mix up the prefixes.

I only made friends with Lei Luo because this was an era of black and white and disorder. Having a friend like Inspector Zonghua would make business matters much easier.

But he wouldn't be so shallow as to get involved in it, and eventually wait to be liquidated, flee overseas, and die of old age in a foreign land?

Even if Lei Luo becomes Inspector Zonghua and is greedy for 500 million, will he still have to run away when the ICAC is established?

On the contrary, at this time, Hong Kong Island had just gone through the haze of World War II, and everything was in ruins.

Most of the famous financial giants took advantage of the trend in this era and soared into the sky.

If you have the manpower and connections, why don't you go to the business world to fight for wealth and engage in activities that are not worthy of publicity, unless you have a good brain?

"I'm not joking."

Lei Luo looked extremely serious.

"In the next few days, I will convince the superintendents above to divide the territory and restrict the size of Hong Kong, Kowloon and the New Territories and gain their support. With the manpower at the pier and the support of the police station, we can handle the issue from Sheung Wan to the West There is no problem with the prefixes Huan and Wan Chai.

At that time, all the side businesses will be re-divided, and the interests of both big and small names will be shared, and the largest share can be left to you. "

These days, those side businesses that make money are nothing more than the third child, and the biggest one is the flour business.

Lardboy, who had been silent for a long time, now helped:

"In the portage business, how can any fan stall make money? Just a piece of land in Sheung Wan is enough for those societies to break their heads!

Not to mention that in addition to Sheung Wan, there are also Central, Western District, plus Wan Chai. Wow, you can make a fortune after just one year! "

Li An put down the teacup and smiled at Lei Luo:

"I don't mix my prefixes, I don't take advantage of others, and I have no interest in these businesses."

"Then you still want to seize the territory on the dock?"

Lei Luo didn't believe it.

Li An shook his head:

"This is different. I did snatch the land on the dock from those societies, but I am engaged in a serious moving business.

In the past, those coolies who worked on the docks had to be pumped by the foreman. If they were more serious, they could get 50% of the salary, but I didn't get a cent from them. "

Lei Luo frowned slightly, stretched out his chopsticks, picked up a shrimp dumpling and put it into his mouth.

While chewing slowly, I thought about how to convince Li An.

Although there are many prefixes for Hong Kong and Kowloon, there is more or less a detective platform behind the larger prefixes.

Before that, he was just a detective in Dustpan Bay, and he had no connection with many prefixes.

Even if he persuades the superintendent Gui Lao above and chooses the principle of using both suppression and appeasement to restrain the prefix, he still has to support a few representatives.

When he first met Li An at Zhou Sheng's promotion banquet, he had a good impression of Li An. Besides, Li An also had many people under him, so he was undoubtedly a good candidate.

After slowly chewing the shrimp dumplings in his mouth and swallowing them, Lei Luo wiped the corners of his mouth, took out a box of cigarettes from his pocket, and motioned to Li An.

"No, I don't smoke."

Li An waved his hand.

Lei Luo lit a cigarette for himself, pondered for a moment, and then slowly spoke:

"I used to live in the wooden house area of ​​Tung Tou Village, and my family lived a very poor life. I washed dishes, shined shoes, and sold newspapers. When I grew up, I went to the streets to pull a rickshaw to earn money to support my family.

At that time, the purpose of taking the police exam was simply to have food to eat. Even the tea money given to the examiner at that time was cobbled together from neighbors and fellow villagers.

The world is like this. From the ghost guy to the police, everyone is greedy for money. Even if I want to be a good police officer, I can't do it. "

There was a bit of emotion in Lei Luo's tone.

A policeman is also called a "policeman", which is on the same level as the ancient government servants. In the 40s, it was not considered a decent job, and the wages were low and very tiring.

But for a new immigrant like Lei Luo, at least he could be paid on time and have enough to eat, so he left his rickshaw and joined the police force.

Gui Lao's colonial method is mainly based on plundering economic benefits. As for social issues, he strives for "stability".

At that time, society was divided into three tiers. The one on the top floor is a ghost guy who lives on the top of the mountain, rides in a car, and has almost no interaction with the locals. The middle-level people are the nobles and compradors supported by the ghosts. At the bottom are the Chinese and the police who maintain social order and stabilize the colonial system.

In the entire colonial ecological chain at that time, Chao Lao's status was not high. On weekdays, it would be good to find merchants and hawkers to take care of the autumn breeze. As for the so-called fees, it was unthinkable.

When patrolling, it is common to encounter firefights and be beaten and chased by powerful characters.

It's not like it is now. The salary is high and there are fees, so it is the first choice for civilians.

Lei Luo spit out the cigarette smoke in his mouth:

“When I talk to you about this, I want to say that many things are not black and white.

You see, even those ghost guys started out as pirates by robbing homes, but even here, they are the ones making the decision?

When it comes to making money, you don’t need to distinguish it so clearly. It doesn’t matter whether you mix the prefixes and make money or not. "

Li An smiled and refused:

"If I really wanted to do this kind of business, I would have swept Fat Chao and Luo Tuo Ding out of the city long ago. Even if I snatched their Kowloon business, there would be no problem. I am currently doing legitimate business, except for the dozen or so businesses on the pier. Newspaper stalls and other businesses.”

Seeing Li An's resolute attitude, Lei Luo looked helpless and no longer forced himself.

"If you don't agree, then I won't mention it. But having said that, you don't make any money from the money delivered to your door, so you refused so simply. I'm a little curious, how much money can you make from your legitimate business?"

"There is no fan stall that makes more money."

Ang Lee joked.

Picking up the teacup, he realized that the tea was finished. He stood up to get the teapot, but Lardboy got up first and made tea for the three of them.

"Thank you."

Li An habitually thanked him.

"Then you still have money to make?"

Li An refused so simply, Lei Luo was indeed a little curious.

But it was obvious that Li An didn't want to say more. He took a sip of tea and just replied vaguely:

"Everyone's choice is different."

".makes sense."

Lei Luo nodded.

Li An changed the topic: "However, we are friends. If you need my help with anything, you can come to me. I will definitely help you if I can."

"must."

The two chatted for a while, all of which were about innocuous topics. Li An took the topic calmly.

After finishing the tea, Lei Luo drank all the tea in the cup, put down the cup and stood up.

"Thank you for your hospitality today. I have to go back to the police station to handle some matters, so I'll take a step ahead. I'll treat you to tea next time."

"Okay."

Li An grinned. Lei Luo opened the door and got into the car. Lardboy followed him and sat in the driver's seat. The car left Pier Street with a roar.

"Brother Luo, where are you going?"

Lei Luo closed his eyes and lay back on the seat, pinched his eyebrows and massaged them for a while before speaking:

"Let's go to Tsim Sha Tsui."

"Okay."

Lardboy nodded.

Stepping on the accelerator, the car flew past the buildings on both sides of the street.

After seeing that Lei Luo didn't speak for a long time, Lardboy took the lead to break the silence:

"Brother Luo, if Ang Lee doesn't agree, there are other people on Hong Kong Island. Grizzly Bear, Cao Yanjun, and the people from Lien Gong Le are all fine."

Lei Luo opened his eyes:

"Big Grizzly Bear belongs to Yan Tong, and now he has been transferred to Wan Chai. The attitude of Cao Yanjun from Changle Club is hard to say."

"Brother Luo, if you say that, it means there is no one to choose!"

Lardboy also had a headache. He paused for a while and then said:

"There are also guys like Fat Zai Chao and Dou Zai Qiang from Kowloon, all of whom belong to Yan Tong."

"It doesn't matter in Kowloon. Without Yan Tong, if they are willing to obey, I will leave them a bite to eat. If they are not, I will find someone to resist them. Mainly on Hong Kong Island."

At the end of the sentence, Lei Luo frowned.

Lardboy also thought about it for a long time. Suddenly his eyes lit up and he subconsciously stepped on the brakes.

Lei Luo couldn't help but lean forward, his head hitting the backrest. He stretched out his hands to hold the backrest and sat upright, asking:

"what happened?"

"I just suddenly remembered two people."

Lardboy smiled apologetically and stepped on the accelerator.

"Brother Luo, does Wang Laoji from Fuyixing know?"

Lei Luo nodded: "I know, wasn't the person who ran the flower stall in Kowloon killed by Jin Yaju?"

"His two godsons have been in the limelight recently. They killed Golden Tooth Horse and took over the Shek Tong Tsui site. Not only did they start a noodle stall business in Sai Wan, they also ran a Chinese flower stall, and they even became a Macau dog racing company. 'Business is booming at the big bookmakers outside Hong Kong and Kowloon."

Lei Luo suddenly became interested.

He rubbed his stubble and thought for a moment: "We can find a chance to meet him."

The car drove all the way to the Central Pier and waited for nearly half an hour before slowly boarding the ferry.

This route can go directly to the Kowloon Point Star Ferry Pier in Tsim Sha Tsui.

However, the ferries between Kowloon and Hong Kong Island usually stop running at around 8 o'clock in the evening, and those who cannot catch up have to wait until the next day.

The entrance of Tsim Sha Tsui Police Station.

After getting out of the car, when Lei Luo and Zhu Luzai entered the police station, they happened to bump into Yan Tong coming down from the second floor.

The two looked at each other, and Yan Tong snorted coldly.

"Come here so soon, can't you wait?"

Lei Luo wasn't angry either, he was smiling all over his face.

"Master Yan, you are going to Wan Chai on your own, and no one is forcing you to go, so there is no need to be so angry, right? Besides, Wan Chai and Tsim Sha Tsui are pretty much the same, so you won't make less money just by being transferred there."

Yan Tong gritted his teeth:

"You're such a soft rice king, don't you think you can really fly into the sky and sit in the position of Inspector Zonghua by hooking up with Sir Zhou?"

Lei Luo smiled:

"Can I sit with Inspector Zonghua? I don't need to worry about that, Mr. Yan."

"Then let's just wait and see!"

Yan Tong stared at Lei Luo with a smile.

"Do you think it's a good thing that you were transferred to Tsim Sha Tsui? I think you can sit still for a few days? Then you won't be transferred after being a detective for two days?"

Lei Luo replied decisively: "Don't worry, it won't happen."

"That's impossible to say..."

After saying that, Yan Tong and Lei Luo passed each other and left the police station in a hurry.

On the other side, after Li An said goodbye to Lei Luo, he left the teahouse and walked along Pier Street to the newspaper stall.

Pedestrians crowded with each other on the streets, and the shouts of vendors at roadside stalls echoed with each other.

Li An calmly walked around the three newspaper stalls, hesitated for a while, and then arrived at Pier 2.

At this time, it was already twelve o'clock at noon, which was the time to eat and rest.

When Li An came to the dock, San Jiangshui was sitting in the pavilion, wearing only a pair of trousers and his upper body was bare, exposing his dark tendons.

He was holding an iron lunch box in his hand, glanced at Li An who was walking over, and lowered his head to take another bite of food.

"Senior brother."

Li An pulled out a stool and sat down, pouring himself a cup of herbal tea and taking a sip.

Sanjiang Shui didn't even raise his head. He chewed the food in his mouth and said vaguely:

"I thought you were beaten to death in the walled city?"

Li An understood that Sanjiang Shui was complaining about running to the walled city alone without telling him.

After knowing this at that time, Sanjiang Shui went to the walled city specifically, but by then the matter with the hometown association had been settled, and the other party scolded him before leaving.

So Li An didn't care about Sanjiang Shui's tone and said with a smile:

"I took Uncle Jun and the others with me before going to the walled city. How could something happen?"

"You think that if you bring a few guns, everything will be fine, and you will be sure of your hometown association.

If I hadn't happened to go to Pier 6 and heard Hou Shijie and Wu Shihao talking about this on the street, wouldn't you have planned to keep it secret from me? "

Sanjiang Shui said dullly.

"How come? You are my senior brother."

Ang Lee laughed.

Hearing this, Sanjiang Shui stopped his chopsticks, raised his head and glared at Li An.

He opened his mouth to say something, but after thinking for a while he still didn't say anything. Finally he just asked:

"Have you had dinner yet?"

Li An touched his half-full belly:

"No."

Sanjiang Shui looked around and called to a young man next to him.

"Ahua, go to Pier Street and buy him something to eat."

Li Anshun climbed up the pole:

"I haven't had paparazzi noodles for a long time, so why don't you bring me some paparazzi noodles?"

"Your sister-in-law didn't come out of the stall."

Sanjiang Shui interrupted Li An and said to the young man: "Buy him a bowl of rice rolls."

The young man got up and left.

"Your sister-in-law has been busy at home recently."

Sanjiang Shui took a mouthful of rice and said:

"Next month, we will get married."

"Congratulations, senior brother."

Li An’s sincere blessings.

(End of this chapter)