My Lord, you need to stand up!

Chapter 692 The Martial World Is Not Just About Fighting and Killing
But in Hong Kong, it's really hard to avoid these gangsters.

They weren't really doing anything; they were just eating at this roadside restaurant. Sitting on the second floor, they could see the bustling street scene outside.

It made Wei Dong feel as if he had been transported back to Shangzhou Road forty years later, and he felt a rare sense of relaxation.

Mao'er and Shi Tou don't drink alcohol when they're practicing, but Shen Cuiyue and Qin Yuye can keep them company with a couple of drinks.

The feeling is completely different from sitting in the factory's food street or rooftop garden looking at the huge enterprise.

So they ate and drank at a leisurely pace, and carefully removed the fish bones and gave some meat to their daughter.

The two girls looked at the man tenderly. He could take such good care of a child who wasn't his own. If they had a child of their own...

Surprisingly, they even exchanged silent glances and increased the frequency of pouring wine.

However, to prevent Wei Dong from falling into the same trap twice, he simply sipped his tea slowly.

On the contrary, the two girls' faces turned rosy and their complexions became radiant from the drinking.

Just after nine o'clock, a commotion suddenly broke out downstairs.

Mao and Shitou immediately got up and hid around the tables and stairwell, clearly indicating that they would strike unexpectedly if anything happened.

Wei Dong then handed his daughter to the girl in Hong Kong and listened attentively.

However, they were all arguing and cursing in Cantonese.

Qin Yuye listened for a moment, then felt a little embarrassed: "It's because the gangsters don't pay for their meals..."

Wei Dong burst out laughing: "Can someone who dines and dashes be called a big brother? How did Hong Kong gangsters end up like this?"

Shen Cuiyue wanted to be more professional: "This is called 'Nao Ding,' which means deliberately disrupting business, but actually it's to seize territory or plant a flag."

As she spoke, she got up and went to the stairwell to watch the excitement, her pretty face and bright eyes sparkling with boundless longing for the martial arts world.

Wei Dong was annoyed, but he didn't say anything. He never tried to stop the rain when it was going to rain.

Qin Yuye saw all of this, and even sat closer with the baby in his arms, smiling: "Look, you're the only one in my eyes."

Wei Dong gestured to her with a forced smile, indicating that she should have a wine glass, and the two of them took a sip in tacit agreement.

It's still comforting.

Xiaodie quietly crawled back into her father's arms and snuggled up, while the Hong Kong girl leaned against him with a beaming smile, gracefully swaying her wine glass between two fingers.

It attracted the attention of diners at several nearby tables, and was quite stunning.

They couldn't help but raise their voices in discussion:
"Is this some kind of lowlife? A big shot like him doesn't even pay for his meal?"

"To be a big shot and end up like this is truly shameful..."

He seemed completely unfazed.

Qin Yuye listened and curiously translated it for Wei Dong, clearly quite pleased with her current Daji-like demeanor.

However, when Wei Dong looked out the window, he immediately noticed that within a few minutes, more than a dozen blond-haired thugs had quickly gathered from both ends of the street across the road.

Every leap and flip feels like a powerful tiger descending a mountain.

They charged forward noisily.

Wei Dong was still wary of someone putting on an act to ambush him, so he raised his hand to signal to the stone in the distance while aiming for an escape route after smashing the floor-to-ceiling window.

It turned out he was overthinking it; the two groups quickly gathered inside and outside the shop downstairs and started hurling insults at each other.

Qin Yuye said it was called "pulling fire and blowing chicken".

Anyway, it was a bunch of young, blond-haired guys yelling and cursing like little fighting cocks.

However, there was absolutely no scene of people starting a fight at the drop of a hat.

Shen Laosan returned disappointed after watching for a while, and sat down on the other side of Wei Dong to complain: "All that fuss is for nothing, shouting for so long but not making a move, do you have any backbone at all!"

As he spoke, he leaned against something, much to the astonishment and envy of the diners at the other tables who were secretly glancing at him.

Wei Dong shoved her away with his elbow: "Go away, go away! If you like the martial world, then live it! All talk of chivalry is stupid. It's business! This is all business. You said it yourself, it's about seizing territory, the goal is to make money. It's so low-class. There are so many ways to make money, why are you sticking to this? Are you collecting protection money?"

Shen Cuiyue skillfully dodged the elbow, picked up the wine glass, and fed it to him in an even more alluring manner: "Oh dear, I'm just giving you two a chance to get intimate. Do you want to drink or not? If you don't, I'll feed you!"

The way she sipped her wine and pouted made Wei Dong's heart flutter: "Hey, hey, hey, don't try your honey trap here."

He hurriedly dodged, then saw the cell phone behind Qin Yuye's seat and quickly pulled it out: "Damn it, I'm calling the police. You're delaying my meal and my way home. 110 or 119?"

The result was 999. Although Qin Yuye was surprised, he still dialed the police as instructed.

Sure enough, patrol officers quickly arrived and dispersed the gangsters, and the scene soon returned to the bustling order of nightlife.

The woman carrying the baby out allowed Wei Dong to carefully observe the extent of the situation.

It was neither the current high-pressure situation in mainland China where thugs acted ruthlessly and never confronted the police, nor the later, more commercialized, comprehensive crackdown that was virtually nonexistent on the streets except for a few hidden locations.

It's as if both sides maintain a tacit understanding, forming a delicate balance like that between cat and mouse.

The old security guard has been watching the street from the entrance of the compound for forty years, witnessing the evolution of this urban life and feeling it very clearly.

The charm of this hilltop mansion lies in the fact that you can walk along the pedestrian path leading up the mountain from the bustling street to the security-guarded underground parking garage and return home.

Mao advised against walking along the mountaintop park's viewing path late at night, lest someone ambush and harm you.

Otherwise, walking those few hundred meters during the day would be like taking an after-dinner stroll amidst birdsong and fragrant flowers, entering the bustling city. It truly embodies the ultimate in allowing the wealthy to live a life of quiet seclusion in the city, making it especially suitable for young, rich people who also enjoy noise and excitement.

After having a few drinks, Wei Dong held his daughter, who was already dozing off, with both arms linked and leaning against her.

The usually boisterous, loud-voiced women who chase after people and curse throughout the huge factory area, and the Hong Kong girls who supposedly swim thousands of meters every day to maintain their figures, both said in a delicate voice that they couldn't walk anymore.

Wei Dong really wanted to give you two vixens a good whack on the head.

Of course, this is just a thought.

It was only through the moral constraints imposed on the mother of two that she was able to withstand this difficult test.

Difficult.

When I get home, I always choose to sleep on the sofa in the double-height living room, even though there are several bedrooms upstairs. I'm just afraid someone might sneak up on me in the middle of the night.

Public spaces are safer.

In the end, Shen Cuiyue still brought down the bedding and chased her younger brother away to sleep on the floor with him: "Master should know my feelings. All my thoughts revolve around you. Time will tell."

Qin Yuye observed this way of getting along from the railing of the second-floor living room, but did not try to imitate it.

I wonder what the Filipino maid thinks of this strange relationship between the three of them.

Anyway, Xiaodie was sleeping soundly on her father's chest, sprawled out on her back.

The next morning, Wei Dong played with baseball enthusiasts who were exercising in the Peak Park until eight or nine o'clock, which indeed launched his business in Hong Kong.

First, drive to the IBM general agent's office building, exchange a few pleasantries, and say that various tasks are underway. Before the information age, information dissemination in large companies was not so rapid.

The main purpose was to obtain contact information for some business organizations that IBM was dealing with, so as to completely break away from Qin Yuye's network of contacts and establish a new company.

Five companies applied for licenses at once, including electronics equipment companies, sports operation companies, dock equipment companies, and transportation companies.

In a purely commercial capitalist society, these steps are very simple and inexpensive.

The rest of the time was spent shopping. Shi Tou went with Third Sister's group, while Mao helped take care of Xiao Die.

The three of them looked around, following the directions given by the business agency to the electronics market, the appliance street, and the sporting goods center.

Even if you don't go to the Central district on Hong Kong Island, which is known for its high-end lifestyle, you can still wander around the Yau Tsim Mong area with its densely packed neighborhoods. Many similar shops will also cluster together on a street to form a market.

Wei Dong simply parked the car in the building's parking garage on the crowded street.

I walked around with my daughter and Mao'er in my arms, taking pictures constantly as I explored the area.

Because in the Beijiaochang New City area of ​​Shangzhou, it is a simulated street layout.

It's not as upscale as the Tokyo neighborhoods that Jiangzhou is simulating; it's more crowded and has a more down-to-earth feel.

Now we're collecting more samples.

I grabbed a bite at a random tea restaurant at noon, and continued shopping in the afternoon until a little after four o'clock, the time I had arranged to meet Qin Yuye.

I drove home, still feeling quite unsatisfied.

Mao no longer says he misses Yun'er and the three vicious dogs, Long'er, Hu Tou, and Hei Xiong, in Jiangzhou, nor does he care about the little dog left in Pengzhen.

There's just too much information hidden on the streets of Hong Kong; it's impossible to keep up.

Sitting in the car, I was filled with admiration: "Brother, you're probably the only one who can make a name for yourself wherever you go."

Wei Dong smiled. This was what a bustling metropolis in mainland China would look like in twenty or thirty years. He rarely went out on the streets and mostly shopped online through his phone screen. It felt incredibly familiar to him.

But there are also drawbacks: "Have you noticed that the biggest problem is that we can't speak Cantonese or English? We can't rely on Qin Xiaomei to translate forever. Don't you guys believe in adapting to the situation? Learn it! Being my good helper isn't just about training dogs and killing people. We mainly do business."

The petty thief secretly pinched his face until it looked like a rag.

You haven't practiced your verbal skills.

When they got back, they would whisper in each other's ears to their younger brother.

Qin Yuye immediately urged Wei Dong to take a bath and change clothes, and even personally shave his face.

Of course, since Shen Laosan was always standing by the door, he couldn't take the opportunity to use any bewitching techniques.

“Today we split up to do things. I went to Hop Shing’s branch to find out what kind of business they do. Since we can’t avoid gangsters in Hong Kong, it’s best to have some of our own cards. Chan Man Leung was from the Sun On Gang. Together with 17K and Hop Shing, these are the three major gangs in Hong Kong. All kinds of big and small bosses and branches are basically under these gangs, including many small gangs made up of locals in the neighborhoods. They are actually under the big brothers of the three major gangs.”

This made Wei Dong frown slightly.

But when he looked in the large mirror, he saw Qin Yuye, who was standing on tiptoe and carefully trimming his eyebrows, biting his lip to suppress a laugh.

He said, "What are you laughing at? Don't kill me with one blow."

Seeing that sharp eyebrow razor slicing across my forehead, sideburns, and stubble on my throat still made me a little nervous.

Qin Yuye glanced at Shen Laosan: "Could it be that since I'm getting married in Hong Kong, Third Sister wants to get married in Hong Kong too?"

Wei Dong's mind couldn't keep up with this woman's pace.

Shen Cuiyue declared righteously, "Whether we get married or not, she'll always be my woman. But since this is my business, I'll naturally manage it well!"

Sure enough, Chen Wenliang was seen that night.

This is the only person from the underworld that Wei Dong has contact with in Hong Kong.

(End of this chapter)