History of Hong Kong Island

Chapter 17 The coachman also wants to live in Tsim Sha Tsui
In the evening, He Dingxian walked around Shanghai Street and led people to collect all the fees for this month. With the bloody lesson of last month, the gambling fees totaled more than [-] yuan.

Chaozhou Zou, who was in charge of managing the gambling stalls, even sent the policemen out of the door himself: "Axian, go slowly!"

Qian Weishan held a bag in his hand and didn't look back. He Dingxian turned his head slightly and showed a decent smile: "Uncle Zou, stay a while."

Both of them are members of the Chaozhou Gang, so it must be easy to pay the money.

A younger brother said from the side: "Uncle Zou, you're just a flowery boy, why are you giving face like this?"

Chaozhou Zou turned his head: "Axian is no ordinary flowery boy, not only a ruthless character, but also knows how to make money!"

"With a gun in one hand and money in the other, even a rich man has to give him face. Now, is there someone in Yau Ma Tei who doesn't know the name of a rich man?"

The younger brother was wearing a blouse, with a scar on his face, and said with unruly eyes: "The flowery boy who makes people look down on him can make a name for himself with his skills."

Chaozhou Zou sneered: "Whether the name is good or not depends on whether it sounds good or not, it depends on whether it is loud enough. Besides, Huayaoxian's killing of Hei Xinhua can be regarded as our defense of the territory. Thank you!"

"In addition, his old man used to be the boss of our club, in charge of the pier in Sham Shui Po, even a short-lived ghost should know how to respect, you know!"

The younger brother leaned over and said, "I got it, boss."

"If you don't respect the elderly and miss the old love, no one will respect you in the future." Chaozhou Zou left a sentence, lifted the curtain, and turned back to the gambling stall.

Daji followed behind the chief, and sighed with emotion: "Brother Xian, in the past Chaozhou beatings would not send us out, just a little Sijiu."

Tan Yaohui held the baton with one hand, straightened his back, and said vigorously: "It used to be the past, but now we are messing with brother Xian."

Daji is a middle-aged man with a strong body, rough facial features, and a bearded face. In his 30s, the edges and corners have already been smoothed.

Tan Yaohui, Chen Jiale, and Sharpei are newcomers in their early twenties, who have joined the police force for less than five years, and their positions tend to be biased toward officers who rely on their ability to make their mark.

Qian Weishan is simply a man, taking a few puffs of cigarettes, flattering without any trace: "The prestige of plainclothes depends on the gun in hand, and our prestige depends on brother Xian!"

"Brother Xian's prestige depends on his ability. If you hang out with Brother Xian, one day the police in uniform will be more powerful than plainclothes!"

He Dingxian laughed when he heard this: "What are you dreaming of!"

"If I didn't have the gun you gave me, I would have been hacked to death that day. I still have the best gun in the world."

Qian Weishan flattered: "Hey, brother Xian, I gave you that gun."

He Dingxian nodded, and the group went back to the mission hall to hand in the numbers, greeted colleagues and walked to the gate of the mission hall, but saw a rickshaw master standing guard on the street. Seeing him go out, he pulled up the rickshaw and ran to him and bowed: "Sir, where are you going?"

"Shek Kip Mei."

He Dingxian got into the rickshaw and reported a place name. The master hung a sweat towel on his shoulders, bowed his head and hurried on the road without saying a word.

He Dingxian heard his voice a little familiar, but he couldn't tell anything from his back.

The rickshaw masters are all dressed in the same way, and they don’t care who is pulling the cart at all when they are riding, sometimes they don’t even glance at them. The master will talk to the boys and girls who usually go out to play. For those who wear uniforms, the master often dare not say a word.

Today, He Dingxian was in a good mood, crossed his legs, sat in the car, and asked slowly, "Have I ever ridden in your car?"

"Yes, Mr. He."

The rickshaw master was on his way.

"Are you waiting for me today?" He frowned.

The master avoided two passers-by, and replied aloud: "I was waiting for business on Shanghai Street before. The first time Mr. Qian asked my car to go to Sheung Shing Street, half a month ago I noticed that you would take the car back to Shek Kip Mei every day, so Every evening, I will come to the gate of the mission hall to wait for your car."

"In the past half a month, you have taken my car three times, and the rest of the time you took care of the business of your peers..."

He smiled wryly: "There are so many rickshaws on that street, it's impossible for me to dominate the intersection."

He Dingxian nodded: "What's your name?"

The rickshaw master replied, "Ni Kun."

He Dingxian smiled: "Do you live in Tsim Sha Tsui?"

The rickshaw driver laughed optimistically: "If I can live in Tsim Sha Tsui, let alone pulling a cart for you, I would be willing to be a cow or a horse."

He Dingxian shook his head: "Then pull the cart for me first, you don't live in Tsim Sha Tsui anyway."

He doesn't care if this Ni Kun has the same name and surname, or the founder of the Ni family in Tsim Sha Tsui, he is still a small character who is not popular now.

Everyone in the movie world is still young, and it is better to rely on themselves than to rely on them. If they want to rely on their ambitions, if they are capable enough, they can indeed be used and cultivated.

However, if he came to this world to do something casually, he might mess up the future beyond recognition. Relying on the plot in the movie world is not worth looking forward to, and it is a bit naive.

However, things that happened in real history can follow the trend. After all, the plot level of the movie world is too low, and it is easy to be disturbed by a small butterfly. It is really a historical event, and the character level will be higher. out of touch.

When it can really affect the direction of history, there is no need to rely on anyone's influence, and it must have already formed its own school.

This parallel world is specious, and it is really full of countless opportunities and possibilities.

After getting the promise, Ni Kun was also emotional, and bowed continuously gratefully, and shouted: "Thank you, Mr. He, and I wish you, Mr. He, a smooth and successful career!"

He Dingxian laughed loudly: "Hahaha, from now on, you will wait for me at No. 73, Shek Kip Mei every morning at [-] o'clock in the morning, and at the gate of the mission hall at [-] o'clock in the evening. If any colleagues trouble you, please report my name."

"But if I take your car every day, I believe no one will dare to trouble you."

Ni Kun came out to pull carts to make money at the age of 16. At the age of 25, he finally waited for the opportunity. The gears of fate seemed to start at this moment, and he ran fast on his feet, and shouted with great enthusiasm: "I remember, Mr. He , must be in place on time every day!"

As for the rest of the time, he can naturally pull a cart near Yau Ma Tei, as long as he can be there on call.It’s the same if I don’t need the car occasionally to change other people’s rickshaws. Now He Dingxian doesn’t need to keep a full-time driver, but considering that he often goes to the movie store at night to check the business, a hundred yuan a month includes a breakfast. , Supper, a special driver for commuting to and from get off work, it is also good to run around occasionally.He can still afford it.

"Let's say it first, no matter whether you have a name or not, don't go out in my name, you are just my driver."

In today’s rickshaws, and even taxis in the 80s, most drivers and drivers have a name on the back. Without a name, you can’t get business at all, and if you get into trouble, you will be beaten to death with a stick.

The drivers in Yau Ma Tei are [-]% Chao Yiyong's people. If it is not Chao Yiyong's rickshaw, they can't pick up passengers in Yau Ma Tei. They must return to their site to continue picking up passengers.

Since Ni Kun is a member of Chao Yiyong, it is still useful for He Dingxian to speak in this area: "Take me to the movie store in Shek Kip Mei today, I have to do something."

"Okay, Mr. He." Ni Kun felt a lot more at ease in his heart, as if refugees living outside had a home, the helpless poor had a backer, and those who were hungry and full had an iron rice bowl .

As long as you don't be stupid, follow Officer He, at least you will be able to eat enough these days. What are you going to say about prosperity, wealth, cut, Officer He is not rich yet, what are you dreaming of?

Coming out to pull a cart is exhausting, just to eat a full meal. This is a true portrayal of people like Ni Kun. At least, at least he will not think about making a lot of money now.

(End of this chapter)