Siheyuan, Shazhu: I have both parents in this life

Chapter 187 These guys are pretty rich.
He Yuzhu checked and found no survivors, so he walked out of the yard. When he got to the door, he saw Ah Feng and Ah Lang staring wide-eyed at the door, each holding a small revolver.

"Hey, you two, snap out of it!" He Yuzhu shouted.

"Mr. He," the two said, their voices filled with unease and a hint of fear.

When they heard the gunshots, they wanted to come and help. On the way, they also took care of a guy who wanted to run back to report. That guy had gone to relieve himself earlier, so he escaped He Yuzhu's hands, but he still couldn't escape this calamity.

Then the two brothers came to the villa and looked inside through the gate, where they saw He Yuzhu displaying his power, which led to the scene just now.

"Perfect timing. Since you're here, it saves me the trouble of calling you. In a bit, you guys take my friends back. If they ask, don't mention my last name, understand?"

"understand!"

"Also, tell your boss to keep this a secret for me, and I'll go see him after I've finished my business."

"Yes, yes." The two nodded, then suddenly realized something was wrong. What was this guy up to?
"Mr. He, aren't you coming back with us?"

"No, there are cars in this yard too. I'll take the one you brought." With that, He Yuzhu quickly ran towards their car.

Ah Feng and Ah Lang glanced at He Yuzhu's back, then looked at each other, their eyes revealing shock.

They were initially cautious as they went inside to retrieve the car, but once they confirmed that everyone was dead, they became bolder. One of them went to drive the car, while the other went to collect guns, especially long guns.

Of course, they didn't dare to waste too much time. The two brothers drove up to the gate of the neighboring yard, and soon two cars drove out.

The driver recognized them, exchanged a few words, and then the three cars drove away.

He Yuzhu drove to Sham Shui Po. When he was about two or three kilometers away from the pier, he turned off the engine because he saw that the pier was brightly lit.

He looked through the binoculars and saw that the dock was very busy. He roughly counted the people and there were quite a few, maybe several hundred. Of course, not many of them had weapons; they were mostly workers, probably also gang members.

He got out of the car, put the car away, and headed towards the dock.

About 300 meters from the dock, He Yuzhu stopped and continued to observe with binoculars.

This sight made He Yuzhu abandon his idea of ​​giving them a few shots, because what came off the ship was not only cargo, but also people, people who had been smuggled in.

It's not that he's soft-hearted towards the gangsters; the key is that this isn't a battlefield, and he wouldn't do something like indiscriminately killing civilians.

Once the dock quieted down, He Yuzhu checked his watch; it was already 2 a.m.

He Yuzhu got up and headed towards the dock. He had just figured out where the Number Gang's warehouse was.

There were quite a few guards at the warehouse, but it was no problem for He Yuzhu. The guys inside were playing mahjong, and the guards at the door were smoking and peeking inside every now and then.

Two flying military daggers dealt with the people at the door, and He Yuzhu swaggered in.

The people playing cards inside thought someone from outside had come in, and without looking up, they shouted, "Ah Mao or Ah Bang, you scoundrel, why aren't you guarding the door outside? What are you doing coming in here?"

"I'm here to take your lives." He Yuzhu's voice made the players pause in their hand as they were about to play cards.

"Get him!" one of them shouted, reaching for his gun.

Unfortunately, his hand will never touch that gun again; a Type 38 rifle bayonet is stuck in his neck.

The others tried to crawl under the table, and one of them had already drawn his gun and was about to fire a warning shot because he couldn't find He Yuzhu.

The next moment, a bayonet was thrust into his hand, and then he covered his throat with his other hand, coughing up blood and spitting out frothy phlegm.

Then, with two more "plop, plop" sounds, He Yuzhu plunged his bayonet into the necks of the other two men.

He pulled out his bayonet and wiped it on the men before heading straight into the warehouse. He didn't care what they were; his motto was simply "collect."

He then went to another gang's territory and did the same thing, even throwing out some of the things he had collected before—goods that weren't available there, of course. This time, he just took a quick look at them.

After finishing all that, he didn't leave. He went to the dock and took one from each side, so there was still enough space in the two ships, each weighing several hundred tons.

Then he found a very secluded spot nearby and hid.

Before dawn, chaos erupted at the docks. Things were being stolen, and an entire warehouse of goods was gone—how could things not be chaotic?

The Number Gang and the people from Wo On Lok (Water House) started arguing, which escalated into a fight. This was because both the Number Gang and Wo On Lok (Water House) discovered that the other's boats were missing from the dock, while the Number Gang found their goods in Wo On Lok (Water House)'s warehouse.

It started as a melee, but gradually gunfire broke out, and the gunfire became more and more frequent.

Because He Yuzhu had helped both sides, in the chaos, he managed to sneak up and kill two leaders with a pistol. As for whether they were the head of the gang, that was unknown.

There's a high probability that one of them is the case, because the fighting between the two sides has become more intense.

He Yuzhu had no interest in participating in such a petty squabble; he went off to fish in troubled waters.

He looted the premises of both gangs, not knowing the exact amount of money involved, but it was a considerable sum. He also took some weapons and dealt with some of the henchmen who came back to retrieve their guns.

After doing all this, He Yuzhu still didn't leave. He found a place to wait and see if any higher-ranking gang members would come.

To his disappointment, after waiting for an hour or two without seeing anyone, he lost patience and quietly left. He didn't return to the Huo family home; instead, he drove into the city, found a small hotel that didn't check identification, and went to sleep.

He was asleep, but Hong Kong was in chaos. The two gangs had more than just this one branch; they also had other gangs that were on good terms with them.

A massive gang war erupted across Hong Kong, with both sides fighting fiercely to the point that even the police couldn't stop them.

In the end, several chief detectives found the leaders of both sides, and the two sides began to negotiate amidst bickering. Of course, they couldn't reach an agreement.

The negotiations nearly turned into a gunfight. Both sides lost their goods and suffered numerous casualties, including two gang leaders.

Goods can cost a lot of money, and even if someone dies, there's a need for resettlement expenses.

They immediately started demanding the return of the goods, compensation, and the return of the person.

The problem is that the goods are gone, and we don't know where they went. Many people have also been arrested.

After the police asked a lot of questions, both sides discovered that the people guarding the goods were all dead, no one knew what had happened in between, and both sides were missing boats.

Since neither party could clearly explain the matter, the mediator asked about the value of the goods from both sides, and they were roughly the same, so the matter could be settled evenly.

The two sides refused to accept this, and during the meeting, their underlings came over and said that the money from the two gangs' fiefdoms was still missing, which caused an uproar.

It's obvious that a third party is stirring up trouble, so they started investigating, but naturally, they found nothing. Everyone who had seen He Yuzhu was dead, so where could they even begin to investigate?

By the end of the meeting, the chief detectives were exhausted. After all the mediation, the matter had fallen on their shoulders, not only due to pressure from the gangs, but also from their superiors, the British.

The matter has escalated to such a huge extent that it cannot be contained. If the newspapers had been able to be printed that day, it would have been published by now.

Before the newspapers even hit the shelves, the radio stations had already started reporting on it. It was a deliberate act, but He Yuzhu's stunt significantly downplayed the villa issue.

The police have already intervened in the matter at the villa, but when they went to the Huo family's place, they couldn't find them because Xiaoman and her group had already boarded the boat.

Mr. Huo wasn't stupid. After hearing Ah Feng and Ah Lang's description, he immediately put Xiao Man and the others on the ship and sent them directly to Guangzhou. Why bother with customs? There was no time for that, and they didn't even know if they would be detained.

As for He Yuzhu, he didn't think those people could catch him.

When Mr. Huo heard the radio report, he was stunned. What kind of person had been sent? He felt that he had underestimated He Yuzhu.

So he sent people out to look for He Yuzhu, but they couldn't find him. So he could only wait, because he knew that He Yuzhu still had a task to complete, which was to discuss business.

After taking a nap and having a meal, He Yuzhu returned to his small hotel. Without a Hong Kong ID card, it was still quite troublesome to go shopping.

After returning home, he began to tally up his gains. The amount was around HK$500 million (not made up; after checking, it was probably tens of millions a year, which might not be accurate), along with a batch of gold and mostly other daily necessities. Although He Yuzhu thought it was a huge sum of money (he ordered a bowl of wonton noodles for HK$0.5), he really didn't have a concept of it. Prices in the two places were not equal, and he didn't know the prices of houses and other things. But later he realized how 'huge' the sum of money was.

The next morning, He Yuzhu went out and bought a newspaper from a newsstand, wanting to see what newspapers were available in Hong Kong.

The front-page headline reported that a gang fight in Sham Shui Po resulted in more than 300 casualties.

Then there's a reward from the police: HK$10,000 for anyone with information.

Then there were two more under-the-table bounties from triads, one for goods and one for people, starting at HK$50,000.

He Yuzhu also saw a news report about the villa where he went on a killing spree yesterday in an inconspicuous corner. However, the report said that the villa had been robbed and that the police had offered a reward for clues, but the reward was much lower, only one thousand.

There wasn't much else to pay attention to; besides the advertisements, there were only serialized novels on the page. Even novels that should have been on the front page had been pushed to the second page. He Yuzhu learned this from yesterday's newspaper at the newsstand.

He Yuzhu noticed someone was watching him before he even reached the gate of the Huo family's house, so he drove around in circles and left.

However, Ah Feng, who was stationed at the entrance, saw the car and quietly went back to tell Mr. Huo. Mr. Huo told him and Ah Lang to go out, as He Yuzhu might be waiting somewhere.

He Yuzhu was indeed waiting for the Huo family to come out. When he saw that Ah Feng and Ah Lang had come out, he knew that the people inside must have seen the car. However, he did not go up to greet them immediately.

Instead, they chose to follow the more clever Ah Lang, who was indeed quite capable. After walking through several streets, they shook off the people following them.

Then He Yuzhu approached him.

“Ah Lang”.

“Mr. He, this is not the place to talk. Come with me.”

The two arrived at an office building. Ah Lang took the elevator, and He Yuzhu followed him up. When they reached the top floor, He Yuzhu followed him into an office. There was clearly no one there, because Ah Lang opened the door.

Before entering, He Yuzhu glanced at the sign: **Construction Company.

After going inside, Ah Lang poured two glasses of water.

He Yuzhu looked around. The office had all the new desks and chairs, and could seat about twenty people.

“Mr. He, my boss asked me to tell you that your friends have all been sent back over there.”

"When did you leave?"

"I saw them off as soon as I got back yesterday."

"Is it safe?" "It should be safe. Our boss was worried that customs would stop people, so he used our ship to send them."

Who's outside the villa?

"police."

"Oh, I hope I didn't cause Mr. Huo any trouble."

Ah Lang thought to himself, "If this isn't causing trouble, what would be considered causing trouble? If the boss knew that you might have been the one who caused trouble in Sham Shui Po, he'd probably have a heart attack."

However, he dared not offend this killing god, and said, "It's alright, they can't find anyone, they can only keep an eye on him. Our boss can handle it."

"Yes, let me know if you need anything from me."

"No need, our boss can handle it."

"By the way, please arrange a place for me to stay. Also, go back and tell your boss that I can continue discussing the things my friend didn't finish talking about."

"it is good."

"Also, go back and ask your boss if they can help me get a Hong Kong ID card."

"It shouldn't be a big problem, but we'll need your ID and a photo."

"I'll give it to you later."

"Mr. He, if you have any other requests, please let me know, and I will go back and tell my boss."

"When I came in, I saw a construction company sign hanging here. Are you now involved in real estate?"

"Yes, Mr. He, why are you buying a house in Hong Kong now?"

"I want your boss to get me some information about what kind of houses are in different parts of Hong Kong, what the prices are, as well as land and the port."

"Is this what they want too?"

"This is not something you should ask. You can just talk to your boss," He Yuzhu said calmly.

"Yes."

"By the way, why is there no one at your company?"

"The company's paperwork is still being processed. This building belongs to the boss, so we've just put up a sign for now."

"Oh, then I'll wait for you here?"

"I'll take you to your place to stay; there's nothing here."

"also."

The two went out, and this time He Yuzhu was taken to an apartment, a one-bedroom, one-living room, one-kitchen, and one-bathroom apartment. He Yuzhu looked around and saw that the kitchen was fully equipped.

When asked if anyone had lived there, Ah Lang said that the house belonged to him, but he didn't have time to come and stay. He also told him that it was developed by their group.

He Yuzhu was very satisfied with A Lang's quick wit and praised him.

Ah Lang was a little embarrassed.

Then He Yuzhu asked if there was a place nearby where he could buy vegetables. Although A Lang was puzzled, he still answered.

When he was about to leave, he was worried that He Yuzhu would not be able to find it, so he asked He Yuzhu if he would like to go and check on it now, and He Yuzhu readily agreed.

Then the two strolled to the market. Looking at the dazzling array of goods, He Yuzhu felt a little sad because he was reminded of the desolation of the markets in Beijing.

After asking around, I found that the prices were even lower than in mainland China (1 Hong Kong dollar was worth 0.42-0.45 in 1960). The thing is, you don't need coupons, and you can still buy them.

(The following information is from research and may not be accurate. It is for reference only: rice is HK$0.13 per jin (0.5 catties), and pork is HK$0.8 per kilogram.)

However, the salary difference is quite significant; his salary as a section-level cadre is lower than that of a senior clerk. (Clerk's salary is HKD 100-300)

After buying some ingredients, He Yuzhu returned to his small apartment. He didn't need to be wary of anyone while cooking here, and probably no one would be envious or jealous.

However, he underestimated his own cooking skills. After he finished cooking this meal, the people living next door almost came to knock on his door.

Even a dish at a high-end restaurant in Hong Kong isn't cheap, starting at HK$10. A meal at his level would cost a month's salary for one person. The odd jobs couldn't afford it; their salary was only HK$30.

He Yuzhu ate a delicious meal, took a comfortable hot bath, made a cup of tea, and then began to consider what to do next.

I've made a lot of money; it's only real money when I spend it. What's the point of keeping it in my online space? And I also need to spend the US dollars I got in Thailand.

The problem now is how to spend the money; he has no plan because he doesn't know the situation.

I couldn't come to a conclusion no matter how much I thought about it, so I decided to stop thinking about it and wait until I figured it out before making a decision.

Two days later, Ah Lang came again and told He Yuzhu that it might take a while longer.

He looked at He Yuzhu with a hint of fear in his eyes, because he had read the newspaper and listened to the radio after returning home that day. If he didn't know what He Yuzhu had done after leaving that day, wouldn't he be a fool?

Of course, only he and Ah Feng knew about this; they didn't even dare tell his boss or the others, because they couldn't keep it a secret.

He dared not ask any questions when they met, in case they tried to silence him.

"Did you bring me the documents?"

"I brought it, I brought it. My boss also asked me to bring you some stock market information, saying you should be interested! And your Hong Kong ID card is ready too." As he spoke, Ah Lang carefully took out He Yuzhu's two documents from his pocket and handed them over with both hands.

He Yuzhu opened it, took a look, and smiled, "

"Oh, your boss is quite thoughtful."

"In that case, could you please pass on a message to your boss and ask him if he has any channels to buy grain from Australia?"

"Food? Is there a food shortage in China? All the food we have here is imported from China."

"Just pass on the message."

"Yes."

After Ah Lang left, He Yuzhu began to look at the data every day. Then he realized that just looking at the data didn't seem to provide any reference, because there was only the current data and no month-on-month or year-on-year data.

He remembered that Li Ka-shing made his fortune in this era, but the problem was that he couldn't remember which year. This was very important, and it seemed he would have to ask Mr. Fok.

Since that couldn't be done, he went on to verify something else: the country was short of foreign exchange, and whether it could be alleviated temporarily through savings.

After visiting the Hong Kong branch of Bank of China, he abandoned the idea. He realized that since it was on someone else's turf, checking the source of funds was the least of his worries; they might just freeze his account. This was something the bank manager specifically told him when he learned he was from mainland China.

After all that effort, He Yuzhu felt somewhat frustrated, as if he couldn't fully utilize his skills.

If even our own banks are unreliable, then other people's banks are even less so; you might not be able to get your money out after depositing it.

With nothing to do, He Yuzhu turned into a street urchin, wandering around to see what was sold in Hong Kong. After a while, he discovered that many of the items were unusable once he got back home.

So I bought a few clothes, a few girls' skirts, of course, the simplest styles, and I didn't dare to buy any too flashy colors.

Then I bought some English textbooks and dictionaries for the kids, just in case. In a few years, the kids at home won't even be able to go to school anymore, so we have to find a way out.

As for He Yushui, even if she gets into university, she won't be able to graduate. Let's see how things go when she graduates from junior high.

On the tenth day after He Yuzhu arrived in Hong Kong, Mr. Huo sent word that he could meet with the people he had previously discussed business with.

Once at the negotiating table, He Yuzhu seemed like a completely different person. He complained that he couldn't handle the business because he couldn't be fooled. Even if He Yuzhu didn't understand, he could basically judge the value by asking what it was used for. Anyway, it was always right to bargain.

As for the equipment and blueprints, Mr. Huo will find someone to help look at them here, and there will be professionals to handle them when we get back, so He Yuzhu doesn't need to worry about it.

After discussing these matters, He Yuzhu consulted Mr. Huo about investing in Hong Kong.

For example, he wanted to start a company, and although Mr. Huo was puzzled, he still gave him a general explanation.

He Yuzhu also asked Li Ka-shing whether he had bought houses or land. Mr. Huo was very surprised that He Yuzhu would ask such a question. After some investigation, He Yuzhu learned that Li Ka-shing was doing very well with his plastic flowers and had not ventured into real estate at all.

He couldn't help but think, "It seems the time hasn't come yet. We can wait a little longer."

He then asked about the food issue, and Mr. Huo replied that Southeast Asia and Australia were both open for negotiation, but it would take time, and there was also the issue of money.

He Yuzhu couldn't give an answer, he could only say that he would go back and ask, and that they could ask here first, and then talk to him again when they had definite news.

He also told Mr. Huo that there was no need to go to Cambodia, because there was nothing left to export from there.

When Mr. Huo asked for the reason, He Yuzhu gave a brief explanation, which shocked Mr. Huo. Such a big deal was actually negotiated by this young man, and then this kid asked a bunch of elementary school questions about business. It was so contradictory.

However, another issue also makes sense: He Yuzhu's performance at the negotiating table. If he can negotiate with a country, negotiating with several companies is no big deal for him.

Afterwards, Mr. Huo asked He Yuzhu when he planned to go back. He Yuzhu thought for a moment and said, "I still have a few things to take care of. I will trouble Mr. Huo again when I leave."

"Is there anything I can help you with?"

"Lend me Ah Lang for a few days."

"Is that all? Just call him when Mr. He leaves."

He Yuzhu had originally planned to leave, but he changed his mind at the last minute. He had wandered around aimlessly before, so he definitely hadn't found anything.

When Mr. Huo asked, He Yuzhu realized that it would be a waste if someone didn't use it. He thought that finding someone familiar with the area might yield some results.

Furthermore, Ah Lang is quite quick-witted and seems to keep his mouth shut, so helping him with some tasks shouldn't be a problem.

(End of this chapter)