Hong Kong: When the Wind Rises Again

Chapter 139 Ah Hui, tell Dasang to come back to me

"Oh"

Hong Kong Sheng responded aggrievedly, glanced at Wu Zhihui, turned around and left, and returned not long after: "I poured hot water for you. You drank wine outside at night. Soaking your feet will make you feel much better, and you will wake up." quick."

Done.

She couldn't help but pull Wu Zhihui toward the hall.

"And this statement?"

Wu Zhihui didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He shook his head and said with a smile, "How did you know I drank?" He drank a little in the evening, and stayed in the steam room with Acong for a while, and it was almost done.

"The clothes smell."

Hong Kong Sheng said matter-of-factly, helped Wu Zhihui take off his slippers, then lifted his feet and put them into the hot water.

"what"

Wu Zhihui didn't pay attention and screamed out of reflex due to the hot water.

The hot water was so hot that he subconsciously wanted to lift his feet, but Hong Kong Sheng forced him back into the water with his hands.

"Well"

Hong Kong Sheng wanted to laugh when he heard Wu Zhihui's scream, but he held it back. He pursed his lips slightly to hold back the smile and said: "The water temperature is just right. Soak your feet until they are slightly red. It’s like taking a hot shower early in the summer, it’s beneficial.”

"cut."

Wu Zhihui disagreed, but after getting used to the water temperature, it was very comfortable to soak in it. He relaxed his body and leaned against the sofa with his eyes closed and meditating.

But not to mention, soaking your feet after drinking wine is still very comfortable, especially if you go to a foot massage shop to soak your feet and massage after drinking too many drinks, you can sober up quickly.

Hong Kong student sat on the small bench and looked at Wu Zhihui who was thinking with his eyes closed.

From this angle, he looks up. His facial features are straight and his cheeks are angular. His brows are slightly furrowed as if he is thinking about something.

Hong Kong student looked at Wu Zhihui's face, which was in line with Eastern aesthetics. He lowered his head and plucked his fingers in the water, but ripples rippled in his heart.

He said he likes me, is that true?
At this moment.

The phone beside him rang.

Hong Kong students helped bring the phone over, wiped Wu Zhihui's feet clean and left with a basin in his hands.

"Hey."

Wu Zhihui picked up the phone, and A Cong's voice came from the phone: "Brother Hui, Da Mang took away Thirteen's territory. It's exactly as you guessed. It's amazing."

Acong's voice was a little excited: "I did as you said, and now it's settled. Da Sang is very optimistic about me now."

"These are all small things, are you okay?"

Wu Zhihui expressed concern, and Ah Cong was so moved that he quickly responded: "I'm fine, I'm fine. You told me to run away if I can't fight, and I know that."

"it is good."

Wu Zhihui grinned and said a few more words to A Cong before hanging up the phone. He walked around the living room twice with the phone and then dialed another number:
"Big reporter, are you asleep?!"

"hold head high."

Le Huizhen is squatting on a stool at the moment, with a hairband on her forehead and her hair tied back. She is facing a pile of documents in front of her, writing and drawing with a pen: "I am working on a manuscript now. Let me tell you, now I'm busy."

Facing Wu Zhihui, she had great enthusiasm.

"Still busy at this late hour."

Wu Zhihui chuckled and went straight to the point: "Well, do you have the contact information of those young reporters? Give me a few and I will contact you."

"What news?"

Le Huizhen stopped writing when she heard this, and the corners of her mouth pursed unconsciously: "What? Now you don't give it to me anymore, you have to give it to others, right? Even if you give it to others, you still have to use my hands to deliberately make you angry. Am I?"

She spoke a series of words, and her tone unknowingly contained a bit of resentment and anger, a hint of jealousy.

"of course not."

Wu Zhihui shook his head: "This news is not suitable for big reporters like you. It is obviously more suitable to give it to them."

"If there is really any big news for you, I will definitely give it to the big reporter, not anyone else."

"Is that so?"

When Le Huizhen heard what Wu Zhihui said, her tone calmed down and she felt relieved: "Wait a minute, I'll look for it for you."

When Wu Zhihui said this, she must have guessed a little bit about the type of news Wu Zhihui wanted to give, and she reported three numbers to Wu Zhihui in a short while.

"Thank you, great reporter."

Wu Zhihui wrote down the number: "Then I won't disturb you. I'll treat you to dinner sometimes."

"it is good."

Le Huizhen held the phone and reminded her: "Remember to treat me to dinner when you have time. Don't just talk about it. I wrote it down in a small notebook."

A voice actually rang on the phone, and he began to write in a decent manner: "The time is June."

"Ha ha."

Wu Zhihui laughed dumbly and nodded in response: "Of course, of course, then it's settled."

After hanging up the phone, Wu Zhihui took the number given by Le Huizhen and dialed it. Without mentioning where the number came from, he went straight to the topic: "Tonight, there was a club fight on Ferry Street, Guangdong Road. I wonder if you have any Are you interested in reporting it?"

"I have photos, so there's no need to write anything negative. Just describe it truthfully. A group of unknown people rushed into Ferry Street and started fighting."

For young reporters like them, not to mention other things, as long as they have money, they dare not publish any article, so they agreed immediately.

The other party patted his chest and made a promise: "If you receive the money now, you can see the newspaper in the morning. How efficient it is depends on how fast you give the money."

Wu Zhihui liked this kind of character who recognized money but not people. He immediately agreed on a location and arranged for someone to deliver materials and money.

Early the next morning.

Da Mang got up early and went to the restaurant to have morning tea. Then he noticed the newspaper on the side. The newspaper was talking about what happened last night. He didn't know where the photo came from, so he took a picture of his face.

"Snapped."

Da Sang slapped the table, crumpled the newspaper into a ball and threw it into the trash can: "The Yan family shovel, who took the photo? Who the hell took the photo?"

He pointed at Ma Zai and scolded: "Now, immediately, arrange for someone to contact the newspaper and ask them to stop!"

Originally, Da Sang thought A Cong's plan was quite good. Although it was a bit rough and far-fetched, it didn't leave any direct clues.

But it is different now. I have entered this street and cannot come out. I have robbed this street. Now this newspaper has come out and photographed what the person looks like. It is easy to recognize that this person is also one of my own.

There are many societies in Hong Kong, and there are even more people in the societies. Although it is crowded with people, in fact, these little pony boys below also have their own circles. You, the boss, do not know the pony boys below, but the pony boys below recognize each other. .

If you have photos and show them to Ma Chai below, it will be easy to figure out who is hanging out with whom.

"Brother Sang."

Ma Zai hurriedly ran in, holding two more newspapers in his hand: "Two other small newspapers also published this, but they were different photos, showing three people."

"Fall on the street!"

He frowned in frustration, lit up his cigarette and took two puffs: "Let them withdraw immediately, or I will burn down their newspaper office, damn it."

"Then do our people want to withdraw from Ferry Street?" Ma Zai asked again.

"Remove your mother!"

Da Sang scolded angrily: "I've already gone in, can I come out? So what if they find out, I'll come openly! If anyone doesn't accept it, come and fight with me!"

I have already entered Ferry Street, and there is no way I can give it away just like this. If you want to take it back, it depends on whether you have enough people.

"Snapped."

Da Sang casually threw away the spoon and said, "Don't eat it, it's unappetizing." He stood up and walked outside: "Check for me, find out who the hell is ordering me, and behead him."

Someone who sent a photo to a newspaper must have done so on purpose, putting himself on the fire.

In this era, two important ways for the outside world to obtain information are newspapers, television, and radio. Newspapers are an irreplaceable news medium in this era.

This incident happened quickly, and with the help of newspapers, everyone heard about it before long. It was not difficult at all to find these three people.

On Hong Kong Island, those who dare to come out to grab territory are either members of the society or the big circle boys, but the big circle boys are the first to be eliminated.

When big circle guys are doing things, their first goal must be to rob gold stores, watch shops, etc. These are their favorites. They won't even take a look at things like grabbing land.

soon.

Someone recognized it and asked, "Isn't this Ma Chai from Da Sang's men?"

"I'm sure it's the person who was mourning. We just went drinking together two days ago."

New Notes.

In the teahouse.

Lao Xu, the talker of Xinji, sat in front of the tea table. "Old Xu."

Shi Zecheng, a white-paper fan, placed the three newspapers in his hand in front of Lao Xu: "It's already confirmed that the group of people who went to Ferry Street last night were Ma Zai under Da Sang."

"Da Sang has been looking for this market from Shi San, but the two of them could not agree on the price. Later, Shi San got in touch with Wu Zhihui, and Da Sang rushed to grab this introduction before Shi San cooperated with Wu Zhihui."

"Is that so?"

Lao Xu glanced at the newspaper and looked up at Thirteen standing behind.

"Is such that."

Thirteen nodded and looked at Lao Xu.

Thirteen was affiliated with Shi Zecheng's sign. When something happened on Ferry Street, he naturally went to find Shi Zecheng, and Shi Zecheng found the talker, Lao Xu.

"This is a big funeral, and there are no rules or regulations in doing things."

Lao Xu thought for a moment and looked at Shi Zecheng: "Let's arrange for someone to go over and talk to Da Sang and ask him to withdraw. I can pretend it never happened. If he doesn't want to withdraw, then I'll fight him."

There are many guest officials under Xinji, and Thirteen is obviously a typical example. If Xinji doesn't react in any way, other guest officials will murmur in their hearts.

However, if Xinji handles this matter well, then the price of the position of Keqing will increase in the future, and if something goes wrong, you can cover it up, and more people will be willing to come in.

"it is good."

Shi Zecheng nodded when he heard this: "I know this matter well, and I will make arrangements right away."

only.

Things did not go smoothly. Da Sang maintained a completely negative attitude towards the matter. He did not talk to the people arranged by Shi Zecheng at all. He just told him: "Either rent the market to me for management, or give me a sum of money." There is no third possibility for benefit fees.”

"Snapped!"

When Lao Xu found out about this, he slapped the table angrily. The tea cup in front of him trembled several times, and the tea rippled out and spilled onto the table:

"Daquanhu, you personally lead the team on this matter. I will arrange two red sticks for you, and you will bring the brothers back to Ferry Street tonight."

"Besides, after driving them out of Ferry Street, we will rob him of two streets and teach him a lesson!"

It's just a big funeral, it's a bit shameful, he is not qualified to fight with their new record.

"Um"

Hearing this, Shi Zecheng pondered for a moment, and then looked at Lao Xu: "Isn't this a bit too radical? Bringing the brothers to fight with them will inevitably cause riots, and the police will keep an eye on us."

He came up with his own idea: "I think it would be better like this. The funeral is with Ren Qingtian. Talk to Ren Qingtian. If Ren Qingtian doesn't care, then don't blame us for not giving face."

"Let the people above deal with the affairs of the people below. Look at Ren Qingtian's attitude. If Ren Qingtian protects Da Mang, there will be nothing to talk about."

"Looking for Ren Qingtian?"

Lao Xu frowned. He didn't want to go to such trouble: "What's there to talk about?"

"It can be discussed."

Shi Zecheng said again: "Otherwise, if one of them is not good, both societies will be involved and it will become an inter-community matter. The gains outweigh the losses, right."

"I'm fairly familiar with Ren Qingtian. If we talk about it, he will definitely take care of his subordinates, otherwise he won't be able to stand on his own."

"alright."

Lao Xu paused for a while and nodded: "Then you go talk to Ren Qingtian."

at this time.

Ren Qingtian was having afternoon tea with Wu Zhihui. He looked at the news in the newspaper: "Isn't it true that Da Mang is not brave enough to do such a thing? It's too rough."

"Ha ha."

Wu Zhihui chuckled, pretending he didn't know, and shrugged without making any comments.

Soon.

Shi Zecheng came to the door and looked at Ren Qingtian: "Oh Brother Tian, ​​the funeral is about to go crazy, but you still have the heart to sit here and drink tea."

"Hahaha."

A smile appeared on Ren Qingtian's face, smiling like a Maitreya Buddha: "Brother Hu, it's wrong for you to speak like this. He has his own requirements for the funeral. I"

"It's a play he directed and acted in."

Shi Zecheng interrupted Ren Qingtian: "I'm sure that those people are the ones he killed himself and boasted about. I can guarantee that."

"Is there any evidence?" Ren Qingtian raised his eyebrows.

"Have."

Shi Zecheng nodded and rang his fingers to instruct Ma Zai to bring the people in: "There was one of him last night, he said so himself."

"Ok?"

Ren Qingtian looked at Ma Zai who came up and felt that he looked familiar. He would definitely not recognize Ma Zai in Da Sang: "I asked Da Sang to come here?!"

"It's a person who is in great mourning."

At this time, Wu Zhihui added unhurriedly: "I have seen him and I have an impression."

"Oh?"

Ren Qingtian's face suddenly darkened and he stared at Ma Zai: "You are so brave. Is Da Sang really asking you to do this? To seize other people's territory?!"

Ma Zai lowered his head, not daring to look at Ren Qingtian at all. Looking at his reaction, he was basically inseparable.

"Brother God."

Shi Zecheng looked at Ren Qingtian, picked up the tea on the table and drank it all in one gulp, then poured more into the cup himself: "Tell me how to do this."

"If you don't care, then we will use our own methods to deal with it. Don't say we won't give you face when the time comes."

Done.

His eyes fell on Wu Zhihui: "It's really interesting to talk about it. Thirteen has already negotiated with Huizai, but you are so worried that you jumped out to grab it. Haha, it seems that your men also It’s not very peaceful.”

"Brother Hu, look at what you said."

Ren Qingtian's face turned cold: "It's not like you said, how can I make you laugh?"

He was in a very bad mood now, which made Shi Zecheng laugh. What did Da Sang think of throwing himself into the street, embarrassing himself.

talking room.

Ren Qingtian took out his mobile phone and dialed a series of numbers with his fingers to call Da Sang. However, no one answered the call after the call was put through. The same situation remained the same when Ren Qingtian called the third one. , the phone has been unreachable.

"Ha ha."

The smile on Shi Zecheng's face became playful: "Brother Tian, ​​it seems that your face is no longer useful. I can't find anyone even if I call him. It seems that you have to go there in person."

"That's not what you say."

Wu Zhihui said again: "Maybe the signal is not good, it doesn't matter, just try again later."

"Humph."

Ren Qingtian slapped the mobile phone on the table angrily, and looked at Wu Zhihui with a cold face: "Ah Hui, take someone over to have a look, and ask me what the hell the guy in Da Sang wants to do?!"

"Tell him that I will have dinner at Jinhuiting tonight. If he still sees me as the boss, let him come back and see me!"

"Ok."

Wu Zhihui nodded in response: "Don't worry, Brother Sang will definitely come. If he doesn't come, I will bring him back." Then he looked at Shi Zecheng and Ren Qingtian: "Then I'll leave first, you guys chat .”

Wu Zhihui left with Big D. After the two left, Shi Zecheng looked at Ren Qingtian: "Brother Tian, ​​this Hui Zai seems to be more eye-catching than Da Mang?"

"Ah."

Ren Qingtian nodded, and his eyes met with Shi Zecheng's: "That's true, the funeral is too arrogant."

"Da Sang keeps shouting about fighting and killing. This is not good. I think he should learn more from Hui Zai."

Shi Zecheng spoke casually: "You have also seen that Da Sang won't even give you face now. If this continues, Da Sang will be completely released when you get old."

"I think it's very bad that Da Sang dares to fight everyone."

"I know it."

Ren Qingtian waved his hand, picked up the teapot and helped Shi Zecheng fill it with tea: "We have been brothers for so many years, you don't need to worry."

"Ha ha."

Shi Zecheng picked up the tea cup and gestured to Ren Qingtian, raised his head and drank it all in one gulp. He stood up on the table and walked outside: "Then I will wait for your good news."

"call"

Ren Qingtian took a deep breath, turned to look at the gradually darkening sky outside the window, and muttered: "No big or small, no rules!"

(End of this chapter)