History of Hong Kong Island

Chapter 29 To be a man, one must talk about conscience
"Good trick, Boss He, you have killed a bunch of people in Ningbo. From now on, the film business in Kowloon Tong will belong to you alone." Chen Li came to the Yau Ma Tei mission hall early in the morning. Instead of going to the office to rest, he found an office. He Dingxian from the district.

He Dingxian followed the officer to the office. Seeing that there was no one else in the room, he smiled and said, "Business is full of intrigue. I don't want to cause trouble for the officer. Otherwise, I will kill Zhao Yutang with a gun that night."

"Spitting out bad breath for the chief!"

Chen Lida waved his hands in relief: "Don't come here, are you venting your anger for me or desperate for money, can't I see it?"

"Sir, you are brilliant!"

He Dingxian handed over a cigarette, and by the way gave a thumbs up and praised: "At a glance, you can see Zhao Yutang's despicable means of killing people to vent his anger."

"Can't you explain it to me?"

Chen Li was smoking, and looked up at him: "You killed Manager Zhang of the Shaw Theater, right? Using him to sell goods to competitors, and then killing him to put the blame on Zhao Yutang, the Ningbo Chamber of Commerce must get back its face. Find Zhao Yutang to get someone."

"Zhao Yutang handed over Qiu Degeng, no one will hang out with him in the future, and the business of the movie store will not be able to do business. If he doesn't hand it over, he will offend the Shao family."

"Weighing the pros and cons, Qiu De will definitely be sacrificed, and you can take the opportunity to snatch the territory of Jiulongtang."

Chen Li flicked the cigarette ash, and said with wise eyes: "You have brains!"

"It's just that things are a little rough. Be careful of being retaliated by Zhao Yutang. It's not a business for a shop to ask me to come forward at that time."

He Dingxian's face was indifferent: "At least the officer is willing to stand up for me."

"What are you going to do next?" The officer asked directly.

He Dingxian didn't hide it either: "If you step your opponent into the mud with one foot, you will never be able to lift your head up."

Chen Li raised his brows, and said in a solemn tone: "Zhao Yutang is the first Inspector Hua to express his support for Liu Fu. He once helped Liu Fu's family during the Japanese occupation period. His love is very deep. It will not be easy to drive him away."

"What are you going to do?"

However, He Dingxian said: "If I don't chase him away today, he may chase me away tomorrow. I always do my best. The next step is very simple, buy a newspaper!"

When Chen Li heard the newspaper, he thought of wiping his ass, but He Dingxian said: "Just publish a lot of Zhang Haiyang's death in the newspaper."

"Shaw will never sit still."

Chen Li didn't know who Zhang Haiyang was, he frowned for a moment, and soon thought of the theater manager, his expression immediately became stunned: "Ah Xian, your plan is actually here!"

"Zhang Haiyang, Zhao Yutang, and Shao Zuiweng are all from Ningbo. Zhang Haiyang is also the manager of Shaw Theater, representing Shao Zuiweng's face. Zhao Yutang's killing of Zhang Haiyang is killing a small character, let alone Zhang Haiyang's selling fake products. This matter must not be exposed or magnified, because Shao Zuiweng is the honorary chairman of the Ningbo Chamber of Commerce, and the honorary chairman of a large chamber of commerce represents the face of the entire Ningbo businessman."

"Once this matter was exposed and aroused public opinion, Shao Zuiweng didn't want to do things, and the people in Ningbo Chamber of Commerce would urge him to do things. If Zhao Yutang was a famous and promising person among Ningbo people, maybe he could sit down and talk about it, but Zhao Yutang is a Ningbo man. People, and Ningbo people who rely on the Dongguan Gang, are in an extremely embarrassing position in the eyes of Ningbo people. It is not too much to say that they are two or five, and they are worse than outsiders, and they are the easiest to be cleared."

Moreover, today the manager of the Shaw Theater was killed and did not come forward to deal with it. Tomorrow, the Shaw Theater may be smashed, and the stars may be poached, robbed, and raped!
Businessmen can beg on their knees when they are penniless, but they must not humble themselves when they are rich. In the chaotic 50s, peace must be achieved with fists!
He Dingxian laughed and said, "If Shao Zuiweng hadn't served as the honorary president, there would be room for the matter, and if Zhao Yutang wasn't from Ningbo, there would be room for the matter. Now you only need to buy a page of the newspaper to collect a corpse!"

"Enough ruthless, enough!" Chen Li stood up and hurriedly stuffed the cigarette into the wooden barrel, his fingers trembling slightly: "You are more ruthless than me, you are more ruthless than me, and you have more future than me!"

"There is no shortage of money to buy newspapers. I'll lend you." After he finished speaking, he wanted to open the drawer to withdraw the money, but He Dingxian shook his head and said, "Sir, it's only a few thousand yuan to buy a newspaper page. You treat me as me." It's Qiu Degeng who rushes to the street, asking someone to borrow every bit of money?"

"His mother certainly didn't teach him that finances are risky, and borrowing needs to be cautious."

Hearing this, Chen Li walked out of the desk and patted him on the shoulder, laughing loudly: "Hahaha, I will give you half a day off tomorrow, if you wake up in the morning and don't see any news in the newspaper, I will dismiss you!"

With a snap, He Dingxian stood at attention and saluted, and shouted loudly: "Please rest assured, sir!"

"Also, Zhang Haiyang really wasn't killed by me. He and I are partners. You must have a conscience."

Chen Li heheed indifferently, who cares that Zhang Haiyang was the only one who killed him? Compared with the business in Kowloon Tong, he is just an insignificant player.

Good kill!

What's more, Zhao Yutang's only hope of life is in Zhang Haiyang. With Zhao Yutang's usual way of doing things, he will definitely not kill Zhang Haiyang.

"In the future, don't always talk about your conscience, just lie to others, even yourself, if you really lie to yourself, you'll be finished, puzzling." Chen Li muttered.

After He Dingxian was kicked out of the office, he let out a long breath: "Even if I wear a military uniform, no one believes that I am a good person. It seems that being a good person is really difficult!"

Shek Kip Mei.

Zhu Youzai was sitting next to a car stall at the entrance of the housing estate, his eyes were wide open, and he asked with interest: "Brother Hao, why didn't I see you when I came back from Yau Ma Tei last night."

Wu Shihao concentrated on eating Chezai noodles, his expression remained unchanged, and he replied casually: "Last time, the wound was a little painful, so I went to the doctor's office to have a look, and after applying the medicine, he came back."

Lard Boy nodded in disbelief: "Oh, how did that man die?"

"Who?" Wu Shihao raised his head and looked at him: "People die every day on Hong Kong Island, it's none of my business!"

"Really?" Lard boy was skeptical, but Wu Shihao looked at him coldly: "The boss said that one must be conscientious in life."

At around ten o'clock, He Dingxian arrived in Central by boat, and arrived at the office building of "Sing Tao Daily" in Causeway Bay by car. It was a simple five-story building. The first floor was the warehouse, the second floor was the office area, and the third floor was the boss. Offices, and the top two floors are leased to other companies.

"Sing Tao Daily" was founded by Hu Wenhu, the "father of panacea oil" from a family of Chinese medicine practitioners. It is the oldest commercial newspaper on Hong Kong Island. Since its first publication in 1938, it has aimed to provide news reports for ordinary citizens. Currently It is a Chinese newspaper with a large circulation in Hong Kong Island. It is regarded as the leader of "businessman-run newspapers" in the history of Hong Kong Island newspapers. Another representative of "literati-run newspapers" is "Ming Pao", which has not yet appeared.

(End of this chapter)