History of Hong Kong Island

Chapter 25
Zhang Haiyang ordered 4000 Hong Kong dollars from the closet, stacked them in a stack and handed them to He Dingxian: "4000 yuan, not too much, not too little!"

"Fresh!" He Dingxian was about to take the Hong Kong dollars, but Zhang Haiyang took the money back, staring at him and said: "Pay with one hand, and deliver with one hand."

"It should." He Dingxian was not angry, but smiled.

Zhang Haiyang picked up a suit jacket behind the door, put the jacket on his body and stuffed the money into his pocket, then turned to tell his wife: "Go out to discuss a business and then come back, you and the children have dinner first."

He Dingxian nodded to the handsome Mrs. Zhang, then left the house with Zhang Haiyang, and hailed a rickshaw to drive to Beijiao.

North Point Pier.

Zhang Haiyang stood on the shore with one hand in his pocket, staring at the sea: "If there is no cargo on this ferry, the business will be cancelled."

"no problem."

He Dingxian calculated the time, and it was almost this boat, unless something happened on the way... Sure enough, as soon as the small ferry arrived at the berth of the pier, a resolute young man with a sweat towel on his shoulder ran down the bow and hurried to the boat on the shore. The two bowed and nodded, "Boss He!"

"This is Manager Zhang of the Shaw Theater, just hand over the goods to him." He Dingxian said aloud, and Ni Kun immediately agreed: "Okay, come right away."

He turned his head and blew a whistle to the boat. Five drivers with sweat towels wrapped around their foreheads, and the dark-skinned coachman began to move the cardboard boxes, one by one from the stern to the bow. Each cardboard box was sealed with an old-fashioned projector. Also wrapped in foam.

He Dingxian waited until the goods were neatly arranged, and asked people to open the cartons one by one, and then distributed a cigarette to the drivers.

"Huh!" He lit one himself, took a deep breath and exhaled the white mist, letting the sea breeze blow away the smell of smoke, and asked aloud, "Does Manager Zhang want to inspect the goods?"

Zhang Haiyang smiled lightly and said, "Heh, how do you inspect the goods on the dock? But I see that the cartons and foam are all English labels. It seems that they are imported goods from overseas. I believe you once. If there is a problem with the machine, I will come back again. Looking for you."

He walked around in front of the box, confirmed that it was a genuine product of an old brand, and handed over [-] Hong Kong dollars to the seller.

He Dingxian took over a thick stack of Hong Kong dollars, first sent out [-] Hong Kong dollars, and earned back [-] Hong Kong dollars in a blink of an eye.

"Leave these drivers for me, and deliver the goods to the theater warehouse for me." The projector must be sold in theaters to be more guaranteed.

Seeing you move out from the basement of your home is different from watching you move out of the theater warehouse. Even eating ashes in the theater warehouse is a treasure.

Many commodities need to pay attention to the sales environment.

However, He Dingxian shook his head: "My brother is tired from running around for a long time, and there is a coachman beside the pier who can call him. Would you like to call for you?"

If the goods are delivered all the way to the theater warehouse, they will be responsible for any accidents on the way, and the Kowloon driver is not familiar with the Central Ring Road.

Manager Zhang shook his head when he heard the words: "Forget it, goodbye Boss He."

He glanced sideways at He Dingxian, and He Dingxian smiled: "We will cooperate again when we have the opportunity."

He Dingxian didn't wait for Zhang Haiyang to take the freight away, and took Ni Kun and others to board the ferry again. When the ferry departed, more than a dozen projectors were picked up. Sitting on the boat, he took out five 20-yuan Hong Kong dollars and gave them to Ni Kun as tips: "You guys have done something for me, so share it with your brothers."

Ni Kun waved his hand anxiously and refused: "Boss He, you valued us by asking us to work with you. The car money has been given enough before, and this money must never be taken again."

The five coachmen next to him who were interested also shook their heads: "No need, Che Jin gave it to me."

He Dingxian smiled and said: "The money I took out has no reason to be taken back. If I think the car money is enough, I will throw the money into the sea later. In short, I will give you the money. You can decide what to do with it."

"This..." The coachmen exchanged glances back and forth. Ni Kun couldn't help it, and took the banknote with both hands flattered, and bowed again and again: "Thank you Boss He, thank you Boss...."

He gave the money to each of the brothers, except for himself. He Dingxian sat on the chair, with the sea blowing on his face, squinting his eyes slightly, but he could clearly see what Ni Kun was doing.

"good."

After He Dingxian returned to the rented house on Shanghai Street, he behaved like a normal person, no matter what the lard boy asked, he strictly kept his tongue and didn't miss a word.

After dinner, I went to the medical clinic in Tin Hau Street to give each of the eight injured brothers a red envelope worth 1000 Hong Kong dollars each.

Satisfied, Wu Shijie held the thick red envelope, turned his head to look at the boss Wu Shihao, only to see Wu Shihao accepted the red envelope with a serious face and said, "Thank you, boss."

"thank you boss."

Wu Shijie and others followed suit to thank them.

This portion of the red envelope is very generous.

Moreover, the ten fellow villagers who made the attack were all wounded, and all of them had to spend money. Two people were beheaded to death on the spot.

Of course, He Dingxian didn't make any plans, and ordered them to do it. If you have a thicker skin, you can take the money, or if you're embarrassed, you can give it a little less. It's definitely a good boss to pay the settlement fee at the market price!

What's more, I paid extra for medical expenses, but the God of Wealth gave me money just now, and I made money for the medical expenses, so I don't feel bad.

"Why, do you think you don't have enough money?" Seeing Wu Shihao's dark face, He Dingxian couldn't help asking in doubt.Wu Shihao shook his head: "No, it's a pity we didn't kill the policeman with the gun."

"Hehe, if you kill him, I can't thank you." He Dingxian stared at him and said, "Instead, I have to arrest you."

Wu Shihao said indifferently: "I don't care about how I die, I only care about how I live. That policeman looks down on me from the bottom of his heart."

He Dingxian sighed: "Ham, other people are the cousin of Inspector Hua, and they look down on all those who are lower than Inspector Hua, not against you, but also me!"

"Let's not talk about this, what do you think, the three of them dared to rush forward to open a film with Dongguan to help a dozen people."

Wu Shihao said without changing his face: "We have ten people! And what about the Dongguan Gang, we will only know if we can beat them."

"That's enough!" He Dingxian gave a thumbs up: "Don't worry, each of the two dead people has 2000 yuan to settle down."

"Sorry, human life is the price, I can't give more."

Wu Shihao's eyes were complicated, with a wooden board in his arm, a cigarette dangling from his fingertips, and he nodded heavily: "I understand, the lives of Chinese people in Hong Kong Island are cheap, at this price."

"Whether human life is precious or cheap is not predetermined by birth, and you will win if you live out your worth." He Dingxian rubbed a match and approached him to light it, waved the match and blew it away and said: "For example, you are in my heart. price goes up!"

"From now on, all the brothers in the five movie stores will be under your management. All the land around the movie store will be used by brothers and family members. Lard Boy will only be in charge of the accounts. You will be paid 200 yuan a month. You will be promoted to assistant manager!"

"How?" he laughed.

Before Wu Shihao could respond, Wu Shijie jumped up and bowed repeatedly, shouting, "Thank you Boss He, thank you Boss He."

Unbelievable surprise first appeared in Wu Shihao's eyes, and then he showed gratitude for being promoted, nodded and said, "Thank you, boss."

He knew that he owed He Dingxian a little more.

"It's rare for a thousand-mile horse to meet Bole, and it's rare for a hero to meet a wise master." Looking at Wu Shihao's appearance, Zhu Youzai felt admiration in his heart: "I didn't expect that he could really stand up on his own!"

(End of this chapter)