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

Chapter 250: Out, Looking for Trouble
Today is November 20th. Yuanfang Daily has completed its revision, and the size of the newspaper has increased from one page to one and a half pages.

Sun Liwen is the person in charge of the newspaper, but he also has to serve as the editor-in-chief of the newspaper's main publication. All news passes through his eyes, which has occupied a lot of his energy.

In order to make up for the shortcomings of the supplement, Sun Liwen specially invited the three famous writers Su to take charge of the supplement of Yuanfang Daily. He reviewed the articles in the column and selected the writers.

The three Su brothers were all erudite and insightful, and the writers they selected were all outstanding people of their time. The three Su brothers' strange stories had a stable readership. As a result, the new version of Yuanfang Daily changed the previous problem of thin supplement content. In just a few days, it attracted a lot of supplement readers and the newspaper sales increased significantly.

Early in the morning, Li An practiced boxing for a while, had breakfast with Hua Man, and then they came to the company together.

Feng Huiya arrived at the company an hour earlier than the working hours, and even arranged the newspapers that Li An usually read and placed them on his desk.

Pulling out a chair and sitting down, Li An took the Yuanfang Daily on the table and looked at it carefully.

It is worth mentioning that the language variation of Chinese newspapers in Hong Kong.

The earliest Chinese newspapers in Hong Kong can be traced back to the late 19th century. Most newspapers of that period used classical Chinese. It was not until the founding of Ta Kung Pao in 1902, becoming the first newspaper to use vernacular Chinese, that more and more newspapers began to use vernacular Chinese.

However, the evolution of the language of Chinese newspapers is a slow process. Most of Hong Kong's residents and new immigrants are from Guangdong. Mandarin is not widely popularized, and Cantonese is the mother tongue of the Guangdong people. Therefore, Cantonese has become the mainstream of Chinese newspapers in Hong Kong.

As usual, Ang Lee carefully read the contents of the supplement before picking up the newspaper to read the social news that interested him.

A piece of news aroused his interest.

"The police force will set up a new department, the Anti-Flying Team!"

"According to our newspaper, Kowloon District Chief Superintendent Ge Bo revealed to reporters yesterday that the police force will set up a new department, the Anti-Flying Unit! It will be used to manage the increasingly serious social problems caused by bad youths. At that time, the post of Inspector of the Anti-Flying Unit will be held by Inspector Lan Jiang of the Crude Oil Madi..."

At present, the anti-traditional and individualistic trend emerging in the West has swept the world, and Hong Kong has also been strongly influenced. The new generation of young people advocates rebellious spirit and subverts the traditional lifestyle, forming a group of "Ah Fei" that is spread all over the society. Compared with the "bad youth" of other times, "Ah Fei" has more cultural significance and characteristics of the times. To some extent, they are almost the representatives of Hong Kong's social culture in the 60s.

The "Fei" in the anti-flying group refers to "Ah Fei".

A group of young men and women followed Western fashion, wore tight clothes, used hair wax, played in a band, drank, danced, fought, took drugs... They were immersed in their own spiritual world, which can be said to have affected social order to a certain extent, and conflicts with the police occurred from time to time.

But there is no need to set up a special anti-flight group for this purpose.

As the population continues to expand, the number of police officers required to maintain law and order has become somewhat stretched. Instead of managing the blatant gangs, opium dens and gambling dens that are scattered throughout the streets, they are trying to share police force and set up a so-called anti-flying team. This is a bit of an overreaction.

Although Ang Lee has not met with Lei Luo recently, he knows that the detectives vying for the position of Chief Chinese Inspector are Lei Luo, Lan Jiang, Yan Tong and others.

Only with money can you have status.

The status of a chief inspector is measured by how much money he can make in the area he is stationed in.

Because this means that the inspector has more money to build connections and bribe his superiors.

The anti-flying unit was in charge of a bunch of gangsters and gangsters, who had no money at all, and were no different from guarding a pond and eating cold rice. Lan Jiang was transferred from the criminal unit and lost the Yau Ma Tei banking district (meaning that money was inexhaustible), which was equivalent to being kicked out, and there was no hope for the position of Chief Chinese Inspector.

"Are you going to the martial arts gym today?"

A slim figure walked over.

"Is something wrong?"

Li An raised his head and asked with a smile.

"Lee Union has opened two new supermarkets in Sheung Wan and Central. I've been busy for so long, I'm going to take a day off to check it out. If you're free, let's go together, you can give me some advice, and we can go shopping in Central."

Hua Man looked at Li An and said softly.

Of course, she had noticed something unusual about Li An, and she also knew that Lin Zhaodi liked Li An.

But she had no intention of exposing the truth, nor did she think of questioning Li Ang. Doing so would do no good except to confuse both of them.

Besides, Ang Lee treats her very well, and she doesn't want to break this situation. Perhaps it would be more appropriate for them to keep it a tacit understanding.

"Of course I have time. I haven't been to the sea for a long time. I was thinking of going to the dock. After finishing my business in one day, we still have a lot of time to go shopping. I'll be a free worker and help you carry your luggage."

Li An stood up and put his arm around her waist.

"It's not as exaggerated as you say."

Huaman smiled sweetly.

"let's go."

After leaving the office, Li An said goodbye to Feng Huiya and left the company.

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In addition to placing advertisements in newspapers, the real estate agency also bought advertisements in ZEK (a Chinese radio station). This two-pronged approach had surprisingly good results.

Not only in Tsim Sha Tsui, but also in Hong Kong and Kowloon, people called to inquire.

The company's three phones kept ringing with people asking for advice, entrusting clients, and looking for houses. Not to mention the employees who were doing business, Feng Huiya was also busy as hell.

She sorted out the documents in her hands, raised her wrist to check the time, and left the company in a hurry.

A customer called in the morning and expressed his intention to entrust our company to help rent out the three ground floor shops he owned on Granville Road.

The customer arranged to meet in a teahouse not far from the company, and specifically asked to meet the person in charge of the company. Feng Huiya simply made time for the meeting.

There were not many customers in the teahouse at noon. Feng Huiya arrived more than ten minutes earlier than the agreed time. She chose a table by the window, ordered a pot of hot tea in advance, and waited quietly.

But after waiting for nearly half an hour, the agreed time had long passed, the tea had gone cold, and there was no sign of the man.

Feng Huiya looked at the street downstairs from time to time, and then looked at the time on her watch again. Just as she stood up and prepared to leave, a group of three people walked straight towards her.

"Ms. Feng Huiya, right?"

The person questioning was a young man with a horse face and wearing a black jacket.

"…Are you Mr. Huang?"

Feng Huiya frowned slightly.

Although the man who asked the question had a polite tone, the two people following behind him looked at him unfriendly and had a ruffian look on their faces, and they were just short of putting the word "bad boy" on their foreheads.

"Come with me, my brother wants to talk to you."

"Aren't you here to entrust us with renting?"

Feng Huiya looked relatively calm.

"Entrust you? We are in the brokerage business."

The horse-faced young man uttered a "hey" and curled his lips, threateningly saying, "Be obedient and don't let us use force."

The business of brokers, like the pawnbrokers in ancient times, has always been a low-class business. Although Feng Huiya expected that someone would cause trouble, she did not expect that the other party would come directly to her.

She panicked inside and said in a strong voice:
"We are doing a legitimate business. There are uniformed soldiers patrolling outside. If you have anything to say, just say it here. Otherwise, I will report it to the police."

Granville Road is a busy street in Tsim Sha Tsui, and there is no shortage of uniformed military patrols on the street.

"Report a crime?"

The horse-faced young man laughed.

Suddenly, the smile on his face disappeared: "Pretty girl, my brother just wants to chat with you, please be sensible, otherwise it will hurt your face."

He didn't want to say anything more, so he waved his hand and said, "Take her away."

The two people behind him walked up with unfriendly expressions and reached out to grab Feng Huiya's shoulders.

Feng Huiya stepped back, avoiding the palms of the two men, and took a deep breath:
"I'll go with you."

The commotion here had already attracted the attention of other guests. Seeing that the guests in the teahouse were all looking at them, the horse-faced young man was unwilling to use force. He waved his hand to stop the two people who were about to fight, and signaled Feng Huiya with his eyes:

"Let's go."

Feng Huiya stopped talking and followed the young man of Ma Nian with her eyes flashing.

It was not until they walked out of the teahouse that Feng Huiya, who was walking among the three people, suddenly felt her legs go weak. She screamed and fell to the ground.

The horse-faced young man stopped and shouted impatiently:
"What's wrong with you?"

"You guys are so fierce, I'm scared, my feet slipped..."

Feng Huiya sat on the ground without caring about her image, took off her high heels, covered her right ankle, and the painful expression on her face did not seem fake.

"Pick! It's so fucking troublesome."

The horse-faced young man cursed and ordered the two people around him around.

"Go and call a rickshaw."

"You help her up."

Feng Huiya was helped to stand up: "Thank you!"

She thanked him and without warning, she smashed the man's head with her high heels and turned and ran away.

"Help~"

(End of this chapter)