Chapter 103 Peace is the most precious thing
Chapter 103 Peace is the most precious thing
Hop Tok is the oldest society in Hong Kong, dating back to 1884. The name of the group is derived from the meaning of "peaceful unity, great ambitions". Since "tu" and "tao" in Cantonese are homophones, it is sometimes called "walnut" or "hard shell".
It is said that it was formed by the leaders of the workers' movement in twelve industries a hundred years ago. Therefore, the most powerful big bottom in Hutchison has always been called the "Twelve Elders", and the chairman of Hutchison is only selected from the twelve elders, known as the "Emperor of Hutchison".
The name originated from the nickname of the first leader of Hetu, the "crooked-mouthed emperor" Blind Zhong. The Twelve Elders were previously known as the "Twelve Imperial Uncles". However, after Heshenghe split from Hetu, the title of the Twelve Imperial Uncles was lost, and the later generations could only be called Elders.
There are rumors that Hetu once supported the Xinhai Revolution. Although it was not written in school textbooks, the people in the underworld believed it. This made the four-nine sons of Hetu feel superior to others, and they were always arrogant and looked down on the small-time people.
Daizijun was the white-paper-fan-holder boss of the Hop To Mong Kok branch. He monopolized the fake clothing on Tung Choi Street and rented more than 20 stalls in the You Chen Building on the street to sell wholesale clothing.
All the fake clothing in Kowloon had to pass through his hands. As pirated sneakers began to enter the market, it was natural for the two societies to have friction.
Yin Zhaotang had long expected that Dai Zijun would not just stand there and stare.
"Ajun is a young master in the underworld after all, the eldest son of Baimao Sheng, one of the twelfth elders of Hetu. How could he do things in such a rough way?" He looked a little unhappy. Even if Hetu was a golden signboard, the way of doing business had to be harmonious.
Niu Qiang said softly: "Brother Tang, Daizijun claimed that it was King who crossed the line."
"Have it?"
"No." Niu Qiang said angrily, "Ah King knows that Tung Choi Street is the place for the joint plan, how dare he take the initiative to cross the line. Besides, Ah King has already negotiated with the Tung Ying Society on Fa Yuen Street and rented a street stall to sell goods. Tung Choi Street is not far from Fa Yuen Street, and customers will come sooner or later."
The customer flow of Garden Street was actually average in the past few years. It is only in recent years that its popularity has gradually increased with the popularity of Tung Choi Street.
The popularity is growing, and shops are also in great demand, with many merchants selling clothing. But customers who come to Garden Street don't go to sing KTV, let alone get a massage or wash their feet.
In addition, the roads are narrow and the area is small, so night shows are not possible.
The bigwigs in the society haven't noticed the value of this street yet, so Dongying, who is quite powerful among the members of the Dong group, takes care of the affairs of the street.
King was selling goods on Garden Street and he found someone to buy the space, so it was not considered as overstepping the boundaries.
"It was just that King took a few pairs of shoes to his brothers at All Saints' School and thought the price was right, so he started selling them in the school. When Jun's people found out, they claimed that All Saints' School was his territory."
"During lunch, Hetu's knifemen broke into the restaurant and tied up King. When King heard that it was Hetu's subordinates who did it, he didn't dare to do anything wrong."
Yin Zhaotang suddenly thought of the group of yellow cowboys who sold Putian shoes in school when he was in school.
Students are an important consumer group of sneakers, and it is a smart move to sell products through the campus network.
Although the rogues in housing estate primary schools cannot afford it, it does not necessarily mean that the rich kids in church schools cannot afford to spend a few dozen dollars.
Yin Zhaotang opened his mouth and asked, "Is the Sheng Kung Hui All Saints' College the one on Pak Po Street in Mong Kok?"
Niu Qiang replied: "Yes, it is the middle school where the brothers attend night school."
"You sell sneakers on the street during the day, pick them up, and you sell sneakers at school at night. I'm Ah Jun, and I'm here to trouble you! These rascals, send them to school to study, not to sell goods."
"Tell them not to sell goods in the future and to attend class honestly." Yin Zhaotang suddenly understood why Dai Beijun was so rough.
Because from Daizijun's perspective, Lao Zhong was treating him like a fool, pretending to be a student to sneak into his territory and sell goods.
Niu Qiang remembered it in his heart: "I know, boss. But what about King's matter?"
"It's still early, I'll finish the interview first and then go over. You don't need to prepare the money, they don't want 300,000." Yin Zhaotang pushed the door and returned to the reception room to continue the unfinished interview.
If you are late, you are late. Ajun of Lianghetu doesn't dare to kill the hostage. Doing things for money and seeking revenge are two different concepts. The negotiation has actually started now, and we have to follow his pace.
If King was killed, Yin Zhaotang would give him a grand funeral, and Hetu would pay for his blood debt with blood. The interview was not smooth, because in the 1980s, sneaker designers and material researchers were rare professions. People with professional experience were even rarer, and those who were willing to change jobs were all seeking high salaries. Seeing that Pegasus was just a small factory with more than 200 people, they were afraid that the job would not last long, and only one of the four agreed to stay.
Without a best-selling shoe designed in-house, Pegasus' appeal to professionals was almost zero.
In the end, I still have to lead the team myself.
Tung Choi Street, You Chen Building.
There are a lot of shops along the street, all of them have clothing store signs. The clothes on the hangers at the door and on the models are dazzling and eye-catching.
We have everything from mid-range to low-range, including dresses, cheongsams, leather shoes and hats.
Hidden in the middle of the shops is an inconspicuous passage, about two meters wide, with light strips hanging on the wall.
The view as you walk in is a different world, with narrow roads leading in all directions and clothing stalls dozens of feet wide on the roadside.
The ground was piled with packed clothes, and the walls were hung with various styles. It was like a maze. The noisy sounds echoed in my ears, and the bosses squatted in front of the stalls eating instant noodles and pork chop rice, observing every customer.
In the middle of the hall there was a 600-foot-wide stall with four sides, where stood a dozen or so well-dressed, slim-built thugs with crew cuts.
Daizijun was wearing a high-end suit and John Lober's custom-made leather boots. He was lying on a bamboo chair and taking a nap.
The alarm clock on the counter suddenly rang, waking up the sleeping Bei Zijun.
"Brother Jun, Lao Zhong's people haven't arrived yet." Ma Zai turned off the alarm clock and said in a low voice.
Daizijun had his hair permed and dyed yellow. He was in his thirties, with good facial features, and looked quite handsome when he was young. But now his cheeks were swollen, his spleen was rejuvenated, and a golden LV belt made his belly very firm. His face showed that he had been partying every night and living a life of debauchery.
Daizijun grabbed the alarm clock and wanted to smash it at the kidnapped Ah King on the ground, but he quickly put his arm down, glared at Ah King, and said in a low voice: "Shuanghua Honggun is so brave that even the name of Hetu can't scare him. Okay, give him another hour, don't come if you have the guts!"
"Tongzai, go to the tea restaurant next door and buy some afternoon tea. Yuanyang milk tea with ice and steamed spareribs with green sauce."
Ten minutes later, the curtain of the stall was lifted.
The young man who walked into the stall was dressed in a neat suit, holding a cup of afternoon tea in each hand. He placed the food on the counter and looked at King with a napkin in his mouth. He smiled and said, "Brother Jun, afternoon tea is on me. Can you please help my brother to let go first?"
When Dai Lujun saw that Tong Zai hadn't returned, his expression immediately became serious. He opened the plastic bag and said angrily, "Brother Tang is so arrogant. You dared to step into my Hetu's territory and touch my people. Do you know how many people are in Hetu? I can drown you Jing Zhongyi with a spit from each of you!"
Yin Zhaotang moved a small stool and sat down, saying calmly: "I have a group of very enthusiastic brothers. If I treat your henchmen to drinks in a tea restaurant, does that count as kidnapping? Compared to Jun's way of doing things, I am still a little behind."
Daizijun took a sip of Yuanyang milk tea, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he looked him up and down with an unhappy expression: "Shenxiantang, you are really sharp-tongued. Do you have enough money? You come to redeem someone empty-handed? You don't even bring a box of newspapers. It's hard for me to ask my younger brother to release him."
"And you mean the big plumber is going to write me a check?"
Yin Zhaotang clapped his hands and shouted, "There is no check, but there is a contract. Everyone knows that your Hutchison's signboard is 'harmony is the most valuable', and we like to eat together and make money together."
"I know you're jealous of my fake sneaker business, but as long as you call me Brother Tang, I'll give you some of my goods. But if you kidnap my people all the time, where will my dignity be?"
Daizijun loosened his mouth that was sucking milk tea: "Brother Tang!"
Then he stretched out his left hand, shamelessly, and said with a quick change of expression: "Boss, give me the goods!"
(End of this chapter)