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Chapter 59 Playing with Liaozhai

The convoy formed a straight line when they arrived, and the same was true when they returned. When they entered the boundary of Sham Shui Po, the convoy did not take the line of Lei Uk Estate. Only Sin Yiu-man's taxi and William Chan's car went this way.

After parking the car in front of the store, Xian Yaowen came to William Chen's car.

"Are you going to eat at my place?"

"No, go to Stanley Street in Kowloon City to eat the Tin Pai Dong." William Chen said casually.

Xian Yaowen laughed and scolded: "William, a ghost should look like a ghost. Don't be so down-to-earth. Eat well and go to Houwang Road to cook on the stove."

"And I made an appointment with someone else."

Xian Yaowen put away his smile and said seriously: "The one in Chengzhai?"

"Yes."

"I'll go up and take a shower and change clothes, and then go up and have a cup of tea?"

William Chen pointed to the store, "Yours?"

"uh-huh."

"Drink Dutch water."

"Okay, you can do it yourself."

Xian Yaowen said hello to Mrs. Gu, who was looking after the store, and then went upstairs.

Half an hour later, he got into William Chen's car. As soon as he got in, William Chen handed him a cigar and said, "Xian, actually my client comes from the same place as you."

Xian Yaowen took the cigar and said lightly: "Are you from Bao'an?"

"You know who Wang Qijun is, right?"

"The former County Magistrate of Bao'an." Xian Yaowen felt a little uncomfortable being led around the conversation.

William Chen took out a lighter from his pocket and helped Xian Yaowen light the fire. "In January 1948, Wang Qijun came to Kowloon Walled City to express condolences to the victims and declare his sovereignty. He also established the Bao'an County Kowloon City Residents Welfare Association in the walled city to To manage and help the ordinary residents of the Walled City, most of the members of the Resident Welfare Association are residents of the Walled City. Only one person is appointed, and he is my client Wang Shuning."

"Wang Shuning?" Xian Yaowen pretended to think, "I never heard that Wang Qijun has such a relative."

In fact, he knew nothing. For the former Xian Yaowen, the county magistrate was beyond the reach of a patrol member. For the current Xian Yaowen, Wang Qijun was too young. To talk about the history of the Republic of China, he started in Baoding and Huangpu. In the third issue, the dirty jokes are all about Jiang Song, Kong Chen, and even the county magistrate of Sesame Mung Bean is not qualified to be a passerby.

"I don't know if there is a blood relationship. It is certain that Wang Shuning had an official status before."

"William, it doesn't matter what Wang Shuning's previous status was. The lieutenant generals in Mount Davis have all joined the club, and the lieutenant colonel has been reduced to carrying bags at the dock. Life has restarted, so let's talk about now."

Xian Yaowen estimated that William Chen had already found out his identity, and the other party's words had the intention of knocking him down.

William Chen spread his hands, "It's relatively simple now. I have discovered the potential of Chengzhai real estate and want to dig this gold mine."

"How strong is the Resident Welfare Association? Can it deal with the societies in the walled city?"

William Chen said with a smile: "Xian, you should go and take a walk in the walled city. You can't know the true situation just by asking around. On the surface of the walled city, there are East and West, and the Triads gather in the east of the city. The residents They are concentrated in the west of the city, and the residents’ welfare association is the self-governing association in the west of the city.”

"The water in the well will not interfere with the water in the river?"

"On the surface."

Xian Yaowen nodded, "Wang Shuning wants to build a building in the west of the city?"

"Start from the west of the city first. When the benefits are seen, people from the east of the city will naturally take the initiative to seek cooperation." William Chen said with confidence.

Xian Yaowen pretended to think, "If you build a building in the walled city, the Hong Kong government won't take care of it?"

"The Walled City is located at the hub of aviation entry and exit. The Hong Kong government requires that the height of the Walled City should not exceed 13 floors."

"That's it." Xian Yaowen took a sip of his cigar and said, "Actually, I have an immature idea about the Walled City. If it can be realized, the benefits we can obtain are more promising than real estate." "What idea?" William Chen Interested.

Xian Yaowen chuckled lightly, "I have said that I have immature ideas. Let me think about it again and discuss it with you next time."

William Chen shrugged, “Don’t keep me waiting too long.”

"It shouldn't take long." Xian Yaowen paused, and then said: "William, tell me in advance if you have plans next time, and don't set up an ambush again, OK?"

"OK."

Stanley Street, end of the street.

Outside of Central and Sheung Wan, Stanley Street is the place with the highest concentration of Dai Pai Dongs, and it is also the birthplace of Hong Kong’s truly smoky Dai Pai Dongs.

In the past, Hong Kong did not allow large food stalls to be set up on the streets. There were strict regulations on the size of stall trucks and the number of seats. Around the 30s, due to the incomplete welfare system for civil servants at that time, and the lack of There is sufficient assistance from welfare institutions, so the government allows the family members of civil servants who were injured on the job, retired or died in the line of duty to operate Dai Pai Dong to make a living.

However, at that time, Dai Pai Dong was only a welfare for civil servants and was not open to the outside world.

Until the end of World War II, because many civil servants died in the line of duty, the Hong Kong government, in order to take care of the livelihood of their families, once again issued licenses to allow them to make a living by operating restaurants on the roadside.

Later, in the face of population increase and people's livelihood difficulties, the Hong Kong government relaxed the restrictions on applying for dapaitang, allowing family members of non-civil servants to apply, especially poor families with many children, allowing them to apply for licenses to start small businesses. .

Because the license plate of a Dapai Dong is a large piece of paper, which is larger than other hawker licenses, and needs to be framed and hung in a conspicuous place to be inspected by relevant personnel at any time, hence the name "Dapai Dong".

Speaking of which, this name only appeared in the past two years. Later, it was spread by rumors and rumors, and when it spread to the mainland, it became a "food stall".

[Reappearing later in the article, I still write about the food stalls, and the big pai dongs are only in this chapter. ]
It can be said that it is a matter of course to set up a stall on an area of ​​land and pay a small amount of stall fees to maintain the increased salary of public security and sanitation personnel. The Hong Kong government also does this. It is just that the job of collecting money is handed over to the police, and the cleverness of the police People spread their thoughts and took the opportunity to collect a sum themselves. This is the origin of "stall land fee".

After getting off the bus, Xian Yaowen glanced at the rows of big-name stalls and then at the other stalls nearby. He saw a uniformed patrolman taking back his hat from the stall, shaking it up, and holding a one-yuan coin. It bounced out of the hat, picked it up with the other hand, and the coin was in the palm of my hand.

This should be a collection of land fees. The vendors and diners nearby seemed to be used to it. No one cared about it at all, they were just doing their own thing.

Xian Yaowen did not make a fuss, opened his business, provided food to the gods of wealth from all over the world, and fed eighteen mouths. This has been passed down from generation to generation for thousands of years. The sayings are constantly changing, but the essence has never been lost.

He just kind of despised the harsh words like "Toddi Fee". It would be nice to change it to an elegant word like "subscription to a newspaper". Otherwise, in the name of charity, it would sound noble at first glance.

While complaining, Xian Yaowen felt that maybe Good Luck Lai could formulate a charity marketing strategy. For example, for every Good Luck Lai shirt sold, one penny would be used for charity in the wooden house area, such as distributing rice and noodles, improving water use, etc. OK, as long as you do something practical.

No matter how much you spend here, the shirt will still cost five yuan more. Five yuan may be too much, which is not conducive to competing with other brands. It is at least two yuan. Any less will not make much sense.

Forget it, daydreaming is useless. The specific figures should be studied carefully after the product is launched, and we cannot make the mistake of patting ourselves on the head.

"Xian, what are you thinking about?" William Chen greeted Xian Yaowen when he saw that he stopped moving forward.

Xian Yaowen sniffed, "I'm not thinking about things, I'm smelling the wok gas. The most attractive thing about Da Pai Dong is the wok gas."

"I've heard of wok gas before, but I never understood what wok gas is. Xian, please explain it to me."

"Wok gas is a kind of cooking heat, which is a bit obscure and hard to explain clearly. In a way that is easier for you to understand, wok gas is heated at high temperature, and amino acids and sugars react in the food through contact with fat. Provides a brown, delicious finish on grilled foods.

This is what the French chemist Maillard said. If you like, you can understand wok gas as Maillard reaction or Maillard formula or discovery, whatever you want. "

Xian Yaowen said, spreading his hands.

"Xian, I'm more willing to listen to obscure explanations than chemical explanations."

"William, are you a graduate of Cambridge University?"

William Chen jumped to his feet, "Xian, I repeat, Oxford, I spent my college career in Oxford."

Xian Yaowen smiled evilly, "Then Mr. Soddy must be from Cambridge, otherwise he wouldn't have won the Nobel Prize in Chemistry. You can tell that Oxford's chemistry level is very poor."

(End of this chapter)