money player

Before the war, Hong Kong was a place where many social groups divided their spheres of influence and ruled them separately. For example, Sham Shui Po was the territory of Wo Shing Wo. People from other social groups rarely crossed the river. Even if they wanted to cross the river to do something, they would first inform Wo Shing Wo and get consent before taking action. Otherwise, they would be accused of "overstepping their boundaries" in the future.

In this way, Wo Shing Wo knew all the criminal activities in Sham Shui Po. If the person whose lost property was stolen in Sham Shui Po had certain connections, he could ask the leader of a certain street in Wo Shing Wo to return the lost property, and he could get all or part of it back depending on his reputation.

If a major case with a bad impact occurs in Sham Shui Po, the British senior police officers will be alerted and will ask the Chinese police to solve the case within a time limit. The Chinese police do not need to go through the trouble of investigating the case, they can just go directly to Wo Shing Wo to ask for the person. The case was either committed by Wo Shing Wo's people, or they knew about it.

As for whether He Shenghe will hand over the real murderer or a scapegoat, it depends on the nature of the case and whether the person involved has strong connections.

After the war, the area was still nominally divided and ruled, but it was not clearly divided. Sham Shui Po was no longer the domain of the Wo Shing Wo family. Wo On Lok, 14K, the Yuet Tung Gang, and several smaller gangs all had their offices here.

As the number of gangs increased, the streets became chaotic. Take thieves for example. In the past, thieves who made a living in Sham Shui Po must have visited the pier of Wo Shing Wo. Whenever they had problems, they would go to Wo Shing Wo and they would always find the culprit. Now they still have to visit the pier, but it is not as big as before.

For example, the person who was worshipped before might be Mr. Jiang or Brother B. Chen Haonan thought it was too small. Both parties agreed on how much tribute to pay and then executed it accordingly.

Now what they worship is banana peel, which is not only useless but also has never seen the world. They wish that what is mine is mine and all is mine. They don't leave any profit for thieves. The exploitation is severe, so most petty thieves stop worshipping the dock and start working directly at the dock.

Beihe Street is currently the main territory of He Shenghe and Jiang Tang's territory. The thief who worked here before was not very smart and stole from an unusual British guy. As the boss, Jiang Tang paid a lot of money and suffered a little in order to settle the matter. From then on, thieves who come to Beihe Street to make a living don't have to pay homage to him. Anyone who wants to be the boss can do it himself, and he has to bear the consequences himself.

Zhen Guolong, Jiang Tang's head horse, was taken care of by Xian Yaowen. He was very successful in the field of mahjong, the quintessence of Chinese culture. He also learned to smuggle Japanese magazines for a while, learned how to print pirated copies, then progressed to imitation, and step by step embarked on the road of originality.

Today, he has a mahjong hall in his left hand and a magazine in his right hand. He promotes Chinese quintessence, makes a living from culture and earns a good income. His brothers wear suits and ties and act as cultured people and good people. They don't want to wade into the muddy water of being a dock for thieves.

Although Longtou had no interest, there were many people who wanted to get involved in Heshenghe. However, there were not many people who could be the pier of Beihe Street. After fighting overtly and covertly, a man named Yan Laobing finally became the pier here.

Yan Lao Bian, whose surname is Yan, is often called Pork Bian. His dream when he was young was to become an actor, but he accidentally joined a society. So he married concubines one after another and had children one after another, hoping to have a pair of sisters who could make a living as actors. One would change his surname to Mi and the other to Xue. One could play the role of the wife of a hero like Huo Yuanjia, and the other could play the role of a lovesick heroine. It would be best if they had a catchphrase asking what love is in the world.

In this way, the merit is complete.

It is very expensive to marry a concubine and raise a son, so Yan Laobing is not a person who lives a life of luxury. Other docks share a share of the thieves' profits, but he creates conveniences for the thieves to improve their performance. Beihe Street has become a mess, and not only is the public resentful, but even his fellow disciples in Heshenghe who are engaged in speculation in theater tickets, retail drug sales, and selling hormone books and magazines have a lot of opinions about him.

A potential customer comes to consume happily with money in his pocket and humming a song, but he runs into a thief and his money is stolen. Who will the merchant sell the goods to?

For example, when Xian Yaowu was cleaning up the chaos of thefts on Beihe Street, he encountered basically no resistance, and his methods of cleaning up were meticulous and efficient. He first identified all the pickpockets working on Beihe Street, and then targeted a few who were skilled in their skills and had high revenues. When the pickpocket gangs finished their business and went to a corner to divide the loot, the part-time police would appear at the first opportunity, without saying anything nonsense, and would start working with batons in hand. After they were done, they would search the pickpockets for all the valuables, regardless of whether they were stolen goods or not.

After being dealt with twice, the pickpockets understood that if they were not allowed to eat here, it didn't matter where they ate, so they had to pack up and leave, and set up a new base somewhere else.

Pickpockets disappeared, prostitution and gambling were regulated, and the flow of people on Beihe Street immediately increased. The business of food stalls, chicken stalls, gambling stalls, theaters, etc. was obviously much better than before. A win-win situation emerged. All parties recognized Xian Yaowu's good points, and he already had the attitude of being the boss of Beihe Street.

As soon as Xian Yaowu sat down at Zhangji, a little shoe-shining boy jumped in front of him in the blink of an eye. Without saying a word, he put down the shoe-shining stand, lifted Xian Yaowu's feet and put them on. When the shoe-shining cloth covered the leather shoes, he said with a smile: "Mr. Xian, business is bad today, and I didn't make any fees."

Hearing this, Xian Yaowu said helplessly: "Ah, you have taken advantage of me. Business is bad every day, and you make money from my shoe-shining money every day. I didn't bring any money today, so I owe you."

Ah-Qing smiled slyly and said, "Deduct it from the fees."

"You little bastard." Xian Yaowu cursed with a smile and shouted at Zhang Ji who was busy, "Zhang Ji, give Ah Qiang a bowl of Darong. It's on me."

"okay."

Zhang Ji grabbed the towel hanging around his neck, wiped the sweat from his forehead, glanced at Xian Yaowu, then looked around the table which was 60% occupied, and finally his eyes fixed on his two children who were doing homework in the corner, a satisfied and relieved smile appeared on his face.

Ah-Kuang heard the conversation and looked up with an innocent smile, "Thank you, Mr. Xian."

"Is a large bowl of wonton enough? Do you want an extra bowl of thin wonton?" Xian Yaowu turned to look at him, "Zhang's wontons taste good but the portion is small, just like yours."

Ah-Qing nodded, "That's enough, that's enough."

Xian Yaowu saw that Ah-chang's eyes did not seem to be falsely polite, so he said, "Okay, there are ingredients to be chopped, so eat more roast meat."

He turned around and saw Zhang Ji's daughter Zhang Aiyu walking towards him with homework in her hands. It was not the first time that Zhang Aiyu asked him about homework. He knew why she came and stretched out his right hand to take the pen.

Sure enough, Zhang Aiyu walked over and handed him the pencil in her hand, "Uncle Xian, I don't know how to do this question."

"Let me see." Xian Yaowu took the pen and the exercise book, and looked at the questions naturally. After a while, he explained to Zhang Aiyu the solution to the arithmetic problem, "This question first tests your common sense. There are long loads and short loads. If there is no special explanation, the default is long loads.

1 long load is equal to 112 pounds, 1 short load is equal to 100 pounds. Here we ask you, '3 loads of apples, how many pounds is that?' It is 112 pounds multiplied by 3..."

Xian Yaowu wrote down the calculation formula in his notebook, "It is equal to 336 pounds. Let's look at the second half of the question. We know that 1 basket of apples is equal to 6 pounds. A certain business sold 9 baskets of apples on the first day, 17 baskets on the second day, and 25 baskets on the third day. If apples cost 0.3 yuan per pound, and 11 baskets were sold at a discount of 0.24 yuan, how much did they get in total?"

Xian Yaowu's explanation took some time, and by the time Zhang Aiyu understood, Shao La Ming had already placed the barbecue on the table, along with a few bottles of cold beer.

Xian Yaowu opened a bottle of beer with the Good Luck Bottle Opener in the chopstick holder, took a sip, and looked down at his shoes, "Ah, don't wipe it yet, come to the table."

"It will be ready soon." Ah-Qing replied, sniffing the aroma of roast meat.

Not far away, a street prostitute was swaying towards them.

After a while, he sat down next to Xian Yaowu, picked up a bottle of beer and covered his left cheek with the bottle.

Xian Yaowu asked, "Were you beaten?"

"I've paid for five hours." The streetwalker stretched out her right hand to Xian Yaowu and hooked her fingers together, "Give me a cigarette."

Xian Yaowu lit up a cigarette and put it into the prostitute's mouth, "Stop taking on perverted business."

The streetwalker took a puff of her cigarette, shook her head and said calmly, "Alian and I need to eat, and Alin needs to see a doctor."

"You've done well enough. You don't need to push yourself so hard. A-Lin is the same. There's no cure for diseases of the rich. Why are you hanging on to your life? Just die and you'll be free."

The streetwalker gave a bitter smile and said, "I won't die anytime soon."

Xian Yaowu stopped talking and helped the streetwalker open the bottle. He then took a pair of chopsticks from the chopstick holder and walked towards the woman. The tip of the chopsticks made a turn and hit the back of Ah-Qing's hand as she grabbed the roast meat. "One hand is made of shoe polish, and you are using chopsticks."

Ah-Qing chuckled, sat down, picked up the chopsticks, and instantly entered a state of starving ghost.

The kid's income from shoe shining is decent, but he has a father who is a gambler and three younger siblings to support. It's good enough for him to have enough to eat, and good food is hard to come by.

Xian Yaowu ate politely while saying to the streetwalker, "Qihua, after work tonight, go see Xialiaokousao. She did some business with some foreigners a few days ago, and her shit hole was ruined and can't hold shit anymore."

The streetwalker Qihua was surprised and asked, "Is the liaoning lady working again?"

Xian Yaowu nodded, "Please tell her to quit smoking opium. I will find her a job. She only needs to feed herself and doesn't have to work so hard."

"I will." Qihua said with emotion: "When she was young, Laokousao worked in a high-end brothel in Tangxi. She didn't expect that she would still be a street prostitute in her old age. I will go to Qicimei to burn incense for my second uncle tomorrow. I hope I don't have to work like this until I'm old."

"The sister-in-law from the liaokou asked for it..."

Before Xian Yaowu finished speaking, a man with a boy of about seven or eight years old came to the table and greeted him, "Mr. Xian, what a coincidence."

"Boss Yang, you came all the way from Yau Tsim Mong to eat here?" Xian Yaowu replied, looking at the boy.

Boss Yang patted the boy's head and said with a smile, "My son Shoucheng, bring him here to have a bowl of soup. Mr. Xian, please don't bother me for now, I'll talk to you later."

"Okay." Xian Yaowu shouted to Zhang Ji, "Zhang Ji, say hello."

……

In Paris, Xian Yaowen came to the rehearsal room of the Grammy Model Team. Du Juan, who was rehearsing, saw him and came over to greet him.

"gentlemen."

Xian Yaowen looked at the models who were rehearsing and asked, "Are you having any problems?"

"Everything is fine, except that we are not used to Western food."

"That's easy. There are several upscale Chinese restaurants near the University of Paris. I'll see if anyone is lazy. If not, you can take them to have a rest in the afternoon. You can take them there for a stroll and have the most popular bean sprouts in the evening." (End of this chapter)