1990Rage Flag Soldier

Chapter 11 Changing posts between siblings
"Awen, keep the commission of 100,000 Hong Kong dollars."

three days later.

Kowloon City, Manji Dessert, next to a table.

Zhou Minghua picked up a paper bag at the corner of the table and pushed it in front of Zhang Ziwen. From the sound of the paper bag rubbing against the table, he could tell that there was a lot of it.

Zhang Ziwen lowered his head and saw two stacks of Hong Kong dollars. He accepted them with a smile without counting them: "Uncle Zhou, please pay attention to your safety."

"Don't worry, I have ordered eight brothers, and the car, boat, and people have been arranged." Zhou Minghua held a cigarette and narrowed his eyes and said, "It can take as short as three to five days, or as long as a week."

"Bon Voyage."

"Lend your auspicious words."

Zhou Minghua waved his hand, put out his cigarette, turned and left the tea restaurant.

Zhang Ziwen watched Zhou Minghua get into a taxi and leave, and he estimated in his mind: "We have to arrange cars, boats, and recruit people. The bonus of two million Hong Kong dollars seems like a lot, but in fact it is not a big profit."

"I don't know how to divide it between eight people, but in short, each person can only get a few hundred thousand at most."

Hundreds of thousands is not a small amount of money in Hong Kong, but speaking on a larger scale, it is not enough to buy a house, hire a star to film a movie, or live a life of glory.

Of course, if you earn money, you must spend it. Recruiting manpower, arranging vehicles and ships, and even purchasing information and equipment are all necessary expenses and cannot be avoided.

"Uncle Zhou and the others are still wage earners after all, working on a contract basis. The market situation is like this. A human life is not worth a thousand pieces of gold. If you sell it, you really can't sell it for a high price. Alas." Zhang Ziwen sighed for a moment, and suddenly felt that the job of a killer was too low-level.

People who come out to fool around cannot become killers no matter what.

As for how Uncle Zhou and others got to this point, it's hard to ask more questions due to their relationship. I'll wait until there is a suitable opportunity to say more.

noon.

Apartments in Tsim Sha Tsui.

Liu Jialin came in carrying a suit, put it on the sofa, took off the bag of the suit, came to Zhang Ziwen and gestured: "Awen, try to see if the suit fits you?"

"Sister Lin."

Zhang Ziwen was practicing assembling a pistol. When he saw Liu Jialin coming over, he quickly put the things away. He stood up and said with a smile: "How can it be possible that the suit tailor-made by the master doesn't fit?"

"Always try."

Liu Jialin gestured and handed the clothes to him: "Go to the room and change into a complete set."

"it is good."

Zhang Ziwen always felt embarrassed accepting other people's things, but considering that they were already adopted siblings, it was too polite to refuse.

Turning around, he picked up his clothes and went into the room to change. When he came out, he was wearing a standard British three-piece suit.

"Master Liu's craftsmanship is really good."

Liu Jialin looked at the young man in front of her who was less than 20 years old, with a handsome appearance and over 1.7 meters tall, and nodded frequently.

A man relies on his clothes and a horse relies on his saddle.

When Zhang Ziwen was working as a taxi driver, he looked like a poor immigrant who came here illegally, and he couldn't hide his poverty on his face.

As soon as you put on the Ningbo immigrant's red-band tailor suit, you will have a handsome and handsome temperament.

"Try on the leather shoes again."

"Sit down."

"Squat down."

"Don't be restrained and move your arms. Otherwise, what should I do if my arm circumference becomes smaller?"

Liu Jialin gave guidance. Liang Chaowei, who had just returned, saw this scene, with a smile on his face, nodded and said: "Awen, may I recommend you to go to the TVB training class?"

"never mind."

"Brother Chaowei, I can't do filming or singing." Zhang Ziwen declined politely.

If there was a chance to get Liang Chaowei's recommendation when he was just reborn, he would give it a try no matter what, but now he feels that being a star is just superficial.

It is true that you can earn money, but whether you can earn dignity and even respect is open to question.

He has the ability to take a chance on the tide of the times, so why waste time on making movies?
"Ok."

"It's a pity, she's so beautiful." Liang Chaowei praised with a smile.

Zhang Ziwen said ashamedly: "It's okay."

He looks a bit outstanding, but he is still far from the top handsome guy (Qidian readers). He is the kind of young man who wears well-matched clothes and shows off his temperament.

During this period, the safety of Liu Jialin and Liang Chaowei is no longer a problem, and the bodyguards have been withdrawn. However, Liu Jialin is not in a hurry to resume work, and still sees a psychologist regularly every month.

Kidnappings, shootings, near-violations.

These had a great impact on a young woman, and it took time to heal. However, Liang Chaowei was not in a hurry to go filming again, and went shopping and eating with Liu Jialin every day.

It can be seen that Liu Jialin is a bit nervous outside and has become afraid of social interactions. Even her previous addiction to playing mahjong with her friends is gone.

In this case, Liang Chaowei was even happier that there was Zhang Ziwen talking to Liu Jialin.

After all, Liu Jialin's family-like care for Zhang Ziwen is very different from other emotions.

In addition, Zhang Ziwen is a sensible and sensible young man.

Liang Chaowei only admires Zhang Ziwen and cares about Aiwujiwu. Strictly speaking, he has not yet married Liu Jialin.

Whether Liu Jialin accepts her adopted brother or not, it is none of his business how she treats her adopted brother.

"Well, the craftsmanship of Hong Bang Tailors is beautiful. Before the first Hong Bang Tailor Shop opened, it was hard to find a single piece of clothing in Hong Kong Island, and the queue would last for three years." Liu Jialin said with a beaming smile: "Now in Hong Kong Island There are chain stores, and if you have money, you don’t have to wait.”

"In the afternoon, I will take the clothes and seal them. I will wear this suit to pay homage to the gods at Tin Hau Temple tomorrow."

Hong Bang Tailor originated in Shanghai and was the first suit shop in China. Before World War II, it made clothes for Gui Lao in Shanghai. They are the most exquisite and experienced tailors in China, especially represented by Ningbo masters.

Hong Kong Island's economy can develop, in terms of manpower, material resources, and culture, many of which are inherited from the small and medium-sized bourgeoisie who fled to Shanghai and fled to Hong Kong. Otherwise, how could Hong Kong Island have developed its economy to this point with a population of hundreds of thousands in its early years?

Not to mention the film and television circles and literary circles that need the most accumulation, just to start up the textile industry and construction industry personnel, there is a huge hole in funds.

It is impossible for the Gui Lao Hong Kong government to provide this money.

Naturally, the style and customs of Hong Kong Island will be influenced by Shanghai, Guangdong and Fujian people. In the 1950s and 1960s, Hong Kong Island was known as "Little Shanghai".

The next day, early morning.

Yau Ma Tei, Temple Street, Tin Hau Ancient Temple.

As soon as the temple door opened, Liu Jialin, Liang Chaowei, and Zhang Ziwen, who had been waiting outside the door, were welcomed into the main hall by the Taoist nun and burned stigma incense.

The three of them all knelt down and worshiped under the Queen of Heaven's throne, sincerely asking for blessings.

After Liu Jialin finished burning the incense, she donated another 99,000 in merit money.

Finally, the group of people were led by Miao Zhu to an incense hall. In the incense hall, there were columns of incense hanging on the top of the beams. The smoke disappeared, and the dark and solemn hall was solemn and dignified.

Liu Jialin handed a famous letter to the temple blessing with both hands, knelt on the cushions and kowtowed heavily to the statue: "Liu Jialin, a believer, thanks the Queen of Heaven for her blessing, she escaped from the tiger's mouth and survived."

"In this year of Gengwu, in the month of Gengchen, on the day of Yichou, I would like to become a sister and brother with my savior Zhang Ziwen. We will treat him as a blood relative in this life."

(End of this chapter)