History of Hong Kong Island

Chapter 113
the next day.

morning.

"Hello sir!"

"Hello sir!"

Mong Kok mission office.

He Dingxian was full of energy, stepped into the gate of the mission hall full of ambition, nodded to the military uniformed police officers standing guard and saluted, and said, "Good morning."

the man.

It is to struggle!
Yan Xiong came to the door of the office, raised his hand and knocked on the door: "Da da da."

"Sir!" After getting his consent, he pushed open the door and stood at attention to salute.

He Dingxian stood in front of the window sill, smoking a cigarette, looking at the scenery outside the window, with his back turned to him, he said slowly: "What's the matter?"

"Last night, a good friend from Dong Ying Society found me, and I hope to invite you to Fuwang Tea House for a talk." Yan Xiong said.

He Dingxian turned his head and smiled brightly, flicked the cigarette ash with his fingers, and asked loudly: "Is he alone?"

Yan Xiong opened his mouth and said, "There is also Sangmentong from Dongfu Society, and Uncle Kuan, a veteran from Dongfu Society."

He Dingxian thought for a while and asked, "What is the background?"

"Uncle Kuan used to be the Second Marshal of the Dongfu Society. Before World War II, he was the Inspector Hua in the East Tsim Sha Tsui area. He was a senior police officer with a famous background. During the Japanese occupation era, he refused to be recruited by the Gendarmerie. The column has been helping the column to raise supplies and was responsible for mediating with the devils. After the war, when he got old, he retired directly and did not enter the police force again."

"Although he is already in his sixties, relying on his seniority, reputation, and being a living sign of Dongfu Society, even the leader 'Uncle Boom' treats him like a nephew." Yan Xiong said.

When He Dingxian heard that a senior from Jianghu had come forward, he smiled and said, "What a big sign!"

"Since the former Inspector Hua and the people with lofty ideals from the Dongjiang Column have come forward, I have to give face. Tell a good friend to tell you about Fuwang Tea House at seven o'clock in the evening."

"Are you going to invite me to drink tea? Set up enough tables for [-], and I will bring my brothers from all over Mong Kok to have a drink together!"

Yan Xiong nodded: "Okay, let me know!"

The Dongjiang Column was an anti-Japanese armed force in the Hong Kong province during World War II. It had a high reputation among the people and had a special status in the arena.

At that time, many Chinese businessmen, Chinese police, and young people with lofty ideals donated money and materials to the Dongjiang Column.In the report of a certain boss, the Dongjiang Column, the "Qiongya Column", the Eighth Route Army, and the New Fourth Army were also called "the mainstay of China's War of Resistance."

He Dingxian brushed the face of a senior in the rivers and lakes, but he couldn't brush the face of a columnist with lofty ideals. He deserved to see him...

Tung Choi Street, Lam Kee BBQ Pork.

In the shop, Liangyou and Sangmentong, two gangsters, like good boys, sat opposite a barbecued pork chef wearing a kitchen skirt, sleeves, overalls, and gray temples.

The cuffs of the char siu chef are covered with oil stains, a cigarette is dangling between his fingers, and his face is layered with wrinkles and age spots, revealing the weather and frost of the years.

Hong Kong Island Jianghu is a strange place. Inspector Hua can be the big bottom of the society, and the big bottom may be the anti-Japanese hero. The complexity of human nature is vividly displayed in the chaotic era.

A Chinese detective came to the door and confessed to Ma Tsai, took the tea money and turned to leave. Ma Tsai ran into the tea restaurant with a smile on his face, bowed at the table, and whispered to the boss: " Brother Liangyou, according to the news from the mission station, Detective He will come to Wangfu Restaurant tonight and ask you to set up eighteen tables of wine, and all the brothers in Mongkok will go to drink!"

Liangyou opened his mouth wide, his expression changed again and again, and he said: "Eighteen tables of wine is a small problem, let's set up a grand step for Inspector He to go down."

"The key is that the police officers from the entire Mong Kok area are here. Could it be that they want to shovel me to death..."

Sangmentong's expression was livid, and he cursed: "Liangyouzi, are you out of your mind? If you send people to drink and eat, there is no time to shovel you. If they don't come at night, they will shovel your whole family outside!"

"Eighteen tables are only eighteen tables. Money is a trivial matter, but it's a bit embarrassing."

"As soon as the news got out, who didn't know that Dongyingshe and Dongfushe were kneeling on the ground begging for mercy?" Sangmentong slapped himself in the face with his hands as he pretended to be a gesture, and then got up and served the char siew respectfully. The master poured out a cup of tea and asked aloud, "Do you think so? Uncle Kuan."

Uncle Kuan threw away the cigarette butt, raised his teacup, and replied coldly, "So what? You don't expect to pick up the face you lost, but you want someone else to pick it up for you?"

"Face can't be given by others, it can only be earned by myself. My old face is only worthy of inviting people out for a cup of tea."

"I can't talk about other things."

Sangmentong sat back to his seat and nodded hurriedly: "Yes, yes, Uncle Kuan is right."

Lin Kuan put down his teacup, stood up and said, "What should I do at night, think about it for yourself, I will roast the roast goose and char siew first, and then I will send it to the restaurant at night."

"Eighteen tables, I'm exhausted."

His tone was grumpy.

Sangmen Tong nodded and bowed, watched Uncle Kuan enter the back kitchen, turned his head and whispered to his good friend, "Old man, didn't you give him any money? Hey, blah blah blah."

Liangyou shook his head and said nothing, if the two of them didn't have Uncle Kuan to show up, they would be very difficult to get through at night if they just rely on money and gifts to get along.

In the arena, everyone's actions cannot be concealed. Some people live a lifetime, are respected by others, and face can save lives.

Some people live to the end of their lives, and everyone wants to spit on it.

In the evening, the plainclothes and military uniformed police officers in the mission building all received the news and were fully armed to work overtime. Even the military uniformed sergeant Huo Jiacheng was waiting for the detective to come downstairs in the office area.

Wearing a suit and smoking a pipe, He Dingxian strode down the stairs. When the two groups of people saw it from the window, they immediately got up: "Shua!"

"Sir!"

"Brother Xian!" Huo Jiacheng, Yan Xiong and others shouted.

He Dingxian raised the pipe in his hand, waved his hand, and shouted: "Wangfu Restaurant, I'm treating guests, everyone open up to eat!"

The plainclothes detectives and uniformed police officers relaxed and looked happy, Yan Xiong laughed loudly: "Let's go!"

"Drink with the boss!"

Hurrah, more than 140 people lined up in a long queue, walked out of the Mong Kok mission hall, and came all the way to the Fuwang Tea House on Tung Choi Street.

Sang Men Tong and Liang You guarded the door with their younger brother, and their faces changed suddenly when they saw more than 100 military and police swaggering through the market.

He Dingxian walked ahead at the first step, behind him was the plainclothes with a bulging waist, the sergeant in military uniform was a little behind, and behind him were the inspectors and the team leaders in military uniform.

Sangmen Tong cupped his fists and led the cavaliers forward, and said enthusiastically: "Inspector He, Inspector Huo..."

With a smile on his lips, He Dingxian went straight into the restaurant and shouted back: "Sit! Everyone find a seat!"

"Got it, sir." The brothers found seats to sit down in groups of three or four, and there was a free banquet to eat, so they were afraid they couldn't find a seat.

"By the way, where shall we sit?" He Dingxian saw that the brothers were sitting down one after another, Fang turned to look at Sangmentong, his tone as if he was asking a waiter.

Sangmentong also straightened his posture very well, started to work as a waiter, and quickly led the way: "At the main table, Inspector He and Inspector Huo, please follow me."

"Let's go, old Huo." He Dingxian said hello, and led Sergeant Huo and the four scouts to the main table. A total of six people took their seats at the main table.

He sat down on the main seat without hesitation, exhaled smoke, put down his pipe, and watched Sangmentong and Liangyou sit at the bottom seat, just sitting across from each other.

"Let's serve."

With just one sentence, the waiters in the restaurant began to serve the food, and the brothers ate the food as soon as they had it, without any scruples.He Dingxian didn't seem to be here to talk about things, he just seemed to be hosting a treat, picking up the chopsticks to say hello, and took the lead in eating with the chopsticks.

Huo Jiacheng, Yan Xiong, Meng Yuanda and the others should eat and drink immediately, the atmosphere in the restaurant suddenly became very lively, the brothers downstairs had already started to exchange glasses, Sangmentong and Liangyou were left alone, Looking at each other full of aggrieved eyes, Liangyou took the lead in raising his wine glass and said: "Thank you, sirs, for your kindness. I'll give you a toast first, drink wins!"

"Drink Sheng." Sangmen Tong also got up with his wine glass, the two of them drank a glass of rice wine, smiled and raised their glasses again to refill the wine, the good friend said: "I'm sorry, sirs."

"The two of us are ignorant, we broke the rules of the officer, and we are willing to punish ourselves with three glasses of wine." Seeing that no one paid attention to them, the two drank the three glasses of wine on their own.

Immediately, Sangmentong clapped his hands and asked his brother to bring a plate full of rolls of Hong Kong dollars, and the people on the table couldn't help but stare at them.

Sang Mentong bent down and smiled obsequiously: "Inspector He and Inspector Huo, the underpayment last month was a total of 5 yuan, which is a little interesting."

When He Dingxian saw Qian's face, he showed displeasure. He slapped the chopsticks on the table vigorously, and all the colleagues at the table put down the chopsticks in unison.

"Last month's count, I collected it neatly according to the stall, and I won't accept any less, and I won't accept any more." He looked up at Sangmen Tong: "What do you mean now?"

"You want me to break the established rules."

Sang Mentong's face was livid, and he opened his mouth and said, "Brother Xian, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have opened a black stall."

"Are you on?"

He Dingxian asked.

Sangmen Tong gritted his teeth and replied, "It's open!"

Liangyou stood by the table with his head bowed: "Brother Xian, we have done wrong things, we will be killed or scratched, and we will recognize everything you say."

"Now it's just a matter of my words? Hehe, why didn't anyone listen to me when I spoke last month?" He Dingxian felt funny.

With a kitchen skirt tied around his waist and sleeves on his hands, Lin Kuan brought a platter of char siu to the table and yelled: "Roasted duck and goose, the best char siu..."

"Uncle Wide."

"Uncle Kuan." Sangmentong and Liangyou hurriedly opened their mouths and shouted, Huo Jiacheng even stood up directly, and said politely: "Uncle Kuan, sit down and eat together."

"no need."

"There are still things to be busy in the future." Lin Kuan bowed twice in a very friendly tone, brought a glass of wine, poured it and said, "I respect all the officers."

"I made these char siew with my own hands. I hope all the officers like it."

Yan Xiong, Meng Yuanda, Chen Jiale and others were going to get up, but they sat back when they saw that the big brother didn't move their buttocks, and He Dingxian raised his glass after a while and said: "Uncle Kuan, this glass of wine is toasted by yourself." Yes, or for others?"

Lin Kuan shook his head and said with emotion: "I respect it, but I also hope that Inspector He will hold his hand high and give young people a way out."

"Although I have no fellowship with Detective He, it is not easy for Chinese to find food abroad, so don't kill them all because of the opinion of the family."

"Of course, it's their fault in this matter. I just came to the restaurant to help in the back kitchen. What to do on the table is what Inspector He said!"

He Dingxian nodded slightly, raised his cup and said, "A cup to Uncle Kuan."

"Uncle Wide!"

Yan Xiong and the others got up together just now, and said in a loud voice, after drinking a glass of dirty wine, Lin Kuan shook his head and laughed, and turned back to the back kitchen.

After He Dingxian and his group sat down again, only the mourner Tong and Liangyou were left standing, but they were not allowed to stand again.

He Dingxian only heard He Dingxian say: "Didn't understand what you said? You have to respect yourself for the first wine. Ah Xiong, bring a box of wine."

"Understood." Yan Xiong turned around to say hello, and immediately a waiter brought a basket of imported beer. Sangmentong and Liangyou watched the basket of wine heavily on the table, and swallowed each other, because they both knew that, It is impossible for He Dingxian to let them go lightly with a case of wine, because Uncle Kuan doesn't have such a big face!
"Then how do you drink this box of wine?" The two looked at each other quietly, looking at He Dingxian's slightly playful expression on the host seat, and the playful eyes of the police chief and inspectors. Yong, looking at a basket of 24 bottles of wine, felt a little apprehensive in his heart. When he was about to step forward to pick up the first bottle, He Dingxian said again: "Don't just respect us, but also respect my brothers, you know, Why do I ask you to set up wine and bring the brothers to drink together?"

"Because you two gutter rats not only stole my money, but also my brothers' money, understand!" He slapped the table with his palm. Bottle, turned around and came to the fence of the attic, looked at the ten tables of police officers on the first floor, raised the bottle and slammed it on the head: "Hey!"

The first blow took [-]% of the strength, but the angle was wrong. The imported beer bottle was thick and hard, and it didn’t explode. Shaking, waiting for a few seconds to wake up, then picked up the wine bottle again: "Hey!"

The beer bottle suddenly fell apart, the bottle hit the glass and scratched the top of the head, and the beer splashed all over the floor.

Immediately afterwards, Liangyou stood beside him with a wine bottle in his hand, found the right angle and slammed the bottle on his forehead: "Boom!"

It breaks in one go.

There are ten tables downstairs and eight tables upstairs. More than 140 police officers stopped their movements and turned their heads to look at the two clubs standing in front of the railing in the attic.

Seeing that the two majestic staff members of the Dongguan Banner Association exploded a beer bottle, they covered their wounds, wailed and howled, and immediately booed: "Cut!"

"Joy!"

"Continue to eat." As soon as the guys lowered their heads to eat, Yan Xiong held a beer in one hand, waved his hands down one after another, and put one on each person's head: "Bang!"

"boom!"

Meng Yuanda also picked up the beer bottle and stood up on the table, stepped forward and smashed the bottle down, one after another, 24 bottles exploded one after another.

He Dingxian watched Sangmentong and Liangyou collapsed on the ground full of wine, covered in blood, and lost consciousness. He suddenly found out that the movies were all deceiving people. Why did the beer bottles explode so easily, and where did they explode several times in a row? Can still be the same as no one.

No wonder the two of you just saw a case of beer and your teeth became sour and your nerves trembled. So I did something wrong again when I wanted to be kind?

"Damn it!" He Dingxian was quite angry, and patted the chopsticks down, causing Yan Xiong, Meng Yuanda and the others to immediately turn around and stand by, and he said, "I told him to drink, but I didn't tell him to hit his head with wine, wasting food! "

Yan Xiong knew in his heart that he was about to have another box of wine poured into the stomachs of the two of them, when the officer waved his hand and sighed: "Forget it, sit down and eat, and go home after eating."

(End of this chapter)