From the time travel, I became extraordinary

Chapter 221 Fire
Every day in the printing factory workshop, newspapers, emitting the fragrance of ink, come off the production line and are neatly stacked together.

Originally, this printing factory was just a small factory of a certain scale. After being acquired by Tiantian Newspaper, the factory has been expanded twice.

Compared to a few months ago, the scale of Tiantian Printing Factory is at least two or three times larger.

"Where does the gasoline smell come from? Do you smell it?"

As usual, Song Laoqi sat at his workstation and had just moved a stack of sorted and packaged newspapers to a place near the factory wall. He sniffed and asked several nearby workers.

"It must be the smell of ink. How could there be a smell of gasoline here?"

"No, what Song Laoqi said is right. There is indeed a smell of gasoline drifting here. I smell it too."

"I suddenly smell gasoline in the middle of the night. Could it be..."

Among the workers nearby, except for one who had a stuffy nose and a poor sense of smell, almost all of the others noticed the unusual smell after Song Laoqi reminded them.

Places like printing factories are full of flammable materials. Not to mention gasoline, even a small spark could cause a huge disaster.

As they looked at each other, an ominous premonition surged into the hearts of Song Laoqi and the others.

"Oh no, someone set a fire..."

After walking a few steps to the window in the factory, Song Laoqi opened it. He just happened to see the black shadows outside pouring gasoline and setting it on fire.

His face changed drastically and he yelled at his fellow workers who were still concentrating on their work in the workshop.

"There's a fire, put it out!"

"Damn it, someone poured gasoline outside to deliberately set fire. There are fire spots everywhere. How can we put out the fire? We are unarmed. How can we put out the fire?"

"Go, go quickly, the fire has started and there is no way to stop it."

"It's over. All the newspapers that were going to be on sale tomorrow are gone!"

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Only a few breaths of time had passed from the time Song Laoqi discovered the arson until now, but huge fires had already broken out in many places throughout the printing factory.

The workshop was in chaos. Some people were shouting in panic, while others turned around and ran without saying a word.

Although there were some people who tried to put out the fire, their efforts were minimal.

After all, although there were only a few fire extinguishers in the printing factory, under the current circumstances, it would be like a drop in the bucket to try to put out the fire with just these few pieces of equipment.

With gasoline igniting and paper and wood everywhere, the fire spread to the workshop in just a few minutes.

As for the warehouse, which was the hardest hit area, the raging fire had already dyed the night sky red.

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At a night snack stall on the street in Mong Kok.

Jiang Yao and Bingzai, both big eaters, were still chatting while eating and drinking.

"At that time, I went to dance halls every day. I often couldn't even afford a dollar for a dance ticket. I could only sneak in under various pretexts. It's embarrassing to think about it."

"Now, who in Mong Kok doesn't call me Brother Xiong when they see me? If those embarrassing things in the past were to be spread out, I wonder how many people would laugh their heads off."

"By the way, Xiaoli was really nice to me. I ran away so suddenly, and I don't know if she will continue to wait for me."

After finishing off most of the remaining beer in the glass in one gulp, Bingzai sighed and said with emotion.

Men like to reminisce about the past.

Although it was only more than half a year since Bingzai fled to Hong Kong with Jiang Yao, he experienced so much.

It clearly happened last year, but he felt as if many years had passed.

"You kid, you are surrounded by a bunch of women every day, and you still remember that Xiaoli?" Jiang Yao didn't drink much wine, but kept eating in big mouthfuls. He picked up a piece of beef and put it into his mouth, and joked with a smile.

He still remembers clearly the last time he went to the film and television company to look for Bingzai.

After coming to Hong Kong, although he was still quite indulgent with women, compared with Bingzai, he felt as pure as a primary school student.

"Xiao Li's love for me is true. Now, those beautiful girls around me have really reached the point where I can't even afford to spend a dollar. I guarantee that not a single one will be left. They will all be gone." With a self-deprecating smile, the soldier said with emotion.

The sound of sirens came from afar and fell into the ears of the two people.

In an instant, Bingzai seemed to be much more sober. He shook his head and looked in the direction where the sirens came from.

"What's so good about this? Why are you still worried that they are here to arrest you?"

"Don't forget, the person sitting opposite you is a police officer." Jiang Yao continued eating and drinking without even raising his head. He joked to the soldier.

"It's a fire truck, not a police car!" The soldier explained with a dry laugh.

As a member of a gang, he didn't do anything bad except selling powder. When he heard the sirens, he couldn't help feeling guilty and he certainly couldn't be as calm and composed as Jiang Yao.

"Ding-ling-ling... Ding-ling-ling..." Two fire trucks had just passed by on the street ahead when Jiang Yao's phone started ringing again.

"Boss, the Tiantian Printing Factory under the newspaper group was set on fire..." The call had just been connected when Gao Hongsheng's anxious voice rang out.

This Gao Hongsheng was the person Cheng Feier was looking for to be the helmsman of the newspaper group.

Jiang Yao has met him several times since he took office.

This man is quite capable. Although Tiantian Newspaper is losing money every month under his control, he is able to control the loss every month while the sales of newspapers are increasing. To be able to achieve this, in Jiang Yao's opinion, he has done a good job.

"I got it. Are there any casualties at the printing factory?" Jiang Yao was stunned by the news reported by Gao Hongsheng.

He put down the chopsticks in his hand. He was just chatting and laughing with the soldier, but his smile suddenly stopped. His face, which was calm as usual, suddenly became a little gloomy.

"I just received the news. I'm on my way to the printing factory now."

"The fire over there is huge, and there should be casualties, but the exact number has not yet been counted."

"I will report to you, boss, after I arrive at the scene." Gao Hongsheng responded in a deep voice on the phone.

Although the boss Jiang Yao basically doesn't care about things, Gao Hongsheng must be the first to inform him of such a terrible incident as arson in the printing factory.

“After arriving at the scene, we immediately settled the workers.”

"You don't need to report anything here. I will go there in person later."

After a few words, Jiang Yao hung up the phone and put the phone back into his pocket.

Before the storm comes, the sea is calm. At this moment, his emotions seem relatively stable, but that is only because the anger in his heart has been temporarily suppressed.

"What's wrong, Uncle Yao?" The soldier next to him could naturally see that Jiang Yao's expression was not right at the moment, so he opened his mouth tentatively and asked.

"You should know the Tiantian Printing Factory under the newspaper, right?"

"Just now, someone deliberately set fire to the factory!" Jiang Yao stood up after straightening his clothes.

He greeted the owner of the late-night snack stall not far away, took out a few thousand-yuan bills and placed them directly on the table in front of him.

"What? Who did this?" Bingzai was furious. He looked even angrier than Jiang Yao and stood up with a bang.

Because many newsstands had been boycotting their Tiantian Daily not long ago, after Cheng Feier discussed it with him, many of his younger brothers went door to door every day to help the newspaper company sell newspapers.

Most newspapers in Hong Kong cost five dollars a copy.

With his relationship with Jiang Yao, he could get the highest discount and earn four dollars and fifty cents for each newspaper sold.

Originally, Bingzai looked down upon the newspaper business. The reason why he agreed to let Cheng Feier let his subordinates sell newspapers was simply because he knew that this was Jiang Yao's business.

But ever since he tasted the sweetness of it, he has been reluctant to leave and only wants to shout, "It's so delicious."

After all, with this business, he can support dozens or even hundreds of younger brothers.

Hundreds of people sell newspapers, and at the end of the day, when sales are good, tens of thousands of newspapers can be sold.

A business that can earn hundreds of millions of dollars a month is an irresistible temptation for a gang leader like him.

As for whether the following guys are willing to sell newspapers, the answer is yes.

After all, these gangsters in Hong Kong are originally from the bottom of society. They can park cars, set up stalls, sell DVDs, so naturally they can also sell newspapers.

"I also want to know who did it. How dare they mess with my business? They are really brave!"

With a light snort, Jiang Yao glanced at the soldier and ordered, "You have many subordinates, and you are more informed of the news on the road."

"Spread the word and get all your men to move and catch the guys who set fire to my factory first."

"Yeah!" Bingzai nodded.

With a ruthless look on his face, he continued, "Now that I have found the people, if I don't turn them into cement blocks and sink them all into the sea, my life would have been in vain!"

After saying a few harsh words, he waved at his men.

After saying hello to Jiang Yao, Bingzai left surrounded by his men.

As for Jiang Yao, he also got on his motorcycle. Amid the roar of the engine, he plunged into the darkness like a sharp arrow.

He only drove the supercar that Changmao compensated him with a few times. Relatively speaking, he still preferred riding a motorcycle.

It’s not far from Mong Kok to the Tiantian Printing Factory in Tsuen Wan.

In just less than ten minutes, Jiang Yao arrived at the fire scene.

The factory is located in a remote area with open space and no other buildings around.

Paper and wood blocks burn very quickly, but they cannot last long. Several fire trucks are parked near the factory and the fire has been basically brought under control.

There were broken bricks and tiles everywhere, and there was not a single intact place in the entire place. It could almost be said that it had been completely burned down.

The original workers in the printing factory were covered in dust and dirt.

Some people were still squatting on the ground with terrified faces, some were holding their heads and crying, and several factory managers were maintaining order and comforting the frightened workers.

At the Tsuen Wan Police Station, several police cars also arrived.

Some police officers were recording the workers' statements, while others were cordoning off the scene.

Jiang Yao got off the motorcycle and strode over.

(End of this chapter)