Chapter 1 Yin Zhaotang
Chapter 1 Yin Zhaotang
In the 1980s, Hong Kong's streets were full of newsstands, and you could find a newspaper seller at any street corner.
The stalls were filled with newspapers such as the South China Morning Post, Ming Pao, Ta Kung Pao and
"Newsman, a pack of Ken cards, a lighter, and a copy of Horse Racing."
"You know, not the kind you buy lottery tickets for, the kind you ride horses for!"
Yin Zhaotang, with one hand in his pocket, wearing a baseball cap and blue jeans, picked up a thin copy of "Horse Racing Classics" from the stall alone.
The newspaper seller lowered his head and rummaged through the cargo box to take out the Jian brand cigarettes, along with a lighter, and handed the item to the customer: "A pack of Lan Jian, a lighter, and a copy of Horse Racing, 13.5 dollars."
When he saw the man's face clearly, his right hand suddenly trembled and he almost lost his grip on the cigarette. He cried with a look of dejection on his face: "Brother Tang, give me a chance. I won't dare to do it again."
"Get your mother down! I give you 1.5 yuan as commission for selling a magazine, without any cost, which means I let you give it to customers for free. And you dare to sell it for 3.5 yuan per copy. You're having the best of both worlds. Do you think I'm a dead person?" Yin Zhaotang suddenly turned hostile and kicked over the fragile newsstand.
He unpacked the Jian brand cigarette in his hand, tapped out a cigarette with his index finger, pulled it out and put it in his mouth. He lit the cigarette slowly, giving the newspaper man time to pack up his things.
Several boxes of valuable magazines and cigarettes were hurriedly taken away, and the newspaper man was still begging and bowing to apologize: "I'm sorry, Brother Tang, I'm really sorry."
The ladies' phone numbers in this magazine are all fake.
When a customer calls in, his gangsters will answer the call and lead the customer to the corresponding place.
He used this trick to attract many new customers to his place, and the number of hours increased dramatically, with a rebate of 20,000 to 30,000 yuan every month. It was the most important way to make money at the moment, so how could he let the messenger mess around?
His subordinate Jiang Hao turned out of the alley with a steel pipe in his hand and hit the reporter hard on the back, knocking him to the ground.
Yin Zhaotang lit up his lighter, squatted down and lit the newspaper on the ground: "You are the only one messing around in the whole street, I can't let you go even if I want to."
"You're in your forties, and you're always thinking about taking advantage of others. You even dare to take advantage of me. If you do it again, I'll break your legs and throw you out of Shanghai."
The newspaper guy coughed twice while lying on the ground. When he saw the newsstand on fire, he said with regret, "I know, Brother Tang."
Fortunately, the valuables had been taken away, and the burning of a pile of newspapers looked scary, but in fact the loss was not big. It was just that I had offended Brother Tang, and it would be difficult for me to survive in Shanghai Street in the future.
"Idiot, do you think I can't check?"
Yin Zhaotang cursed, held a cigarette in his mouth and left with Jiang Hao, and ran into Ah Le, Zuoshou and Dan Tart.
They all lived in Garden Mansion and formally joined the Kwun Tong community group called "Jing Zhong Yi"
If it weren't for the experience from the previous life, which helped Xiaoxiao turn the tables, the four of them would probably have been working as parking attendants in Jing Zhongyi's nightclub.
Don't be fooled by the crisp and beautiful sound of the three words Jing Zhong Yi. In fact, it is just a small gang in the Chaozhou gang. Among the more than 100 gangs in Hong Kong, it is well-known but can't scare people.
It's very different from Xinji, Hetu and the Big Four.
As far as he knew, the biggest business of the society was that it had two nightclubs in Causeway Bay, seven horse stalls on Shanghai Street, dozens of Fengjie units and restaurants in the countryside of Kwun Tong, a seafood market in Tseung Kwan O, and a total of more than a thousand disciples. It was a real sunset society.
If you were reborn two years earlier, you would have to pay homage to the new record, the map, and the four major ones when you travel to Hong Kong Island.
Only the rural housing estate guys would choose a boss just because of his good reputation. What good is a good reputation? Can someone who can't produce Hong Kong paper be a boss? Besides, his guardian boss "Brother Jixiang" may not be very loyal.
At this time, a gangster with a ponytail, wearing a blue T-shirt and holding an iron rod, supported himself with one hand, stepped over the road guardrail, raised the iron rod, and crossed the road with light steps, shouting at Yin Zhaotang and others: "Kwun Tong boys, stop!"
A dozen thugs armed with sticks followed behind, causing many cars on the road to brake suddenly and jam, and the sound of shrill horns rang out immediately.
A hot-tempered thug was startled by the Toyota's failure to brake, and kicked it in frustration, smashing the hood with a stick. "Bang!"
Yin Zhaotang was also attracted by the shouting from the opposite side. He touched Jiang Hao's shoulder with his elbow and pointed to the long-haired man in the lead: "Ah Hao, it's Ponytail from Dong'an Society."
Jiang Hao stretched his muscles and put on a tiger finger, saying with disdain: "Pick that star, this idiot has also sneaked into Kowloon."
The Dong'an Society thugs climbed over the guardrail and stood in front of the few people.
Ma Wei brought a bruised and battered younger brother over and accused him in an arrogant tone, "Ah Tang, my brother from Dong'an Society is soliciting customers in his own territory, what's wrong with that? You three brothers blocked him in the corridor and beat him up, this is not acceptable according to the rules of the underworld!"
Yin Zhaotang spread his hands and smiled: "So, you brought a dozen losers to block me on the street?"
"Rules of the underworld, tsk, you have no status in the underworld at all, and you are talking about your mother's rules of the underworld!"
A hint of ferocity flashed across the thin monkey face with a pointed ponytail.
I thought Dong'an Society had a better reputation and could intimidate Yin Zhaotang who had just arrived in Kowloon, but now I have lost all my face.
"Fuck your mother!"
He picked up the stick and started chopping down.
Yin Zhaotang dodged the stick with a sidestep, tensed his right arm, raised his elbow to hit the face, and his muscular forearm hit Ma Wei. Ma Wei cried out in pain, his eyes turned black, raised his left hand to cover his nose, blood flowing between his fingers.
He pulled back his right hand and tried to swing the stick to hit someone, but he found that his arm had been clamped by Yin Zhaotang's armpit, and then he bent it hard, and the sound of bones tearing could be heard clearly. The iron stick fell to the ground, and Ma Wei's cry of pain turned into a heart-wrenching scream: "Ah!!!"
Yin Zhaotang gave him a final kick, kicking him out of the road guardrail, and then said with an unsatisfied tone: "Useless person, I told you that it's okay to copy my magazine, but don't let me see you on Shanghai Street!"
"I, your foster grandfather, hate it most when hungry dogs snatch food."
"Kill him!" Ma Wei covered his injured arm and pointed at him. On the other side, Jiang Hao was swinging his fists and feet, knocking down three people. Ah Le, Zuo Shou, and Dan Tart used wooden sticks and steel sticks to block the left and right wings.
When the gangsters of Dong'an Society saw their boss being defeated in a few moves, they immediately lost the will to fight any further and fled with their boss after saying a few harsh words.
"I haven't seen you for two years, and you haven't made any progress at all!"
Jiang Hao looked disdainful.
Ah Le dropped the steel pipe and rubbed the tip of his nose: "Brother Hao, not everyone who goes to the juvenile reformatory can find a Muay Thai master as a teacher."
"There are many gangsters who hang out with women every night, but few who practice boxing every day."
Yin Zhaotang looked at the uniformed policeman who had just arrived at the intersection and patted Jiang Hao on the shoulder: "Sir, here we are, let's go first. Today is the 27th, the day to ask the boss for the profit."
"I'm going to the mahjong parlor to get the money. You guys go home first. At 6pm, call all the brothers to Shengji Food Stall. I'll treat you to drunken crabs and raw marinated crabs."
Jiang Hao, A Le, and Zuo Shou were all delighted: "Thank you, big boss!"
Only Danta had a bad stomach, so he raised his hand and said, "Okay, I'll eat raw porridge alone after seeing you guys eating and drinking so much tonight."
A new book by a new writer, a refreshing Hong Kong-style novel, I hope you all like it.
(End of this chapter)