Chapter 177 A bowl of night porridge on the street

Chapter 177 A bowl of night porridge on the street

Chapter 177 A bowl of night porridge on the street

Yin Zhaotang sat in the car and lit a cigar, taking Hua Pi's words as a joke.

The Hong Kong Island District Council is dominated by the establishment. In the 80s, they voted for the foreigners, and in the 00s, they followed the motherland.

If you don't join the establishment, even if you are elected you will just sit on the bench and won't get any benefits at all.

This is because the District Council is an organization that assists the Municipal Council in managing the affairs of the district. Many council members are former administrative officers. The District Council will follow whichever flag is flying on the Peak.

The place where political competition and factional struggles are truly rampant is not the District Council, but the Legislative Council.

The Legislative Council election is the most important of the three major election campaigns in Hong Kong Island. It can undermine the top power of the Hong Kong government. Every seat is crucial and can affect all walks of life.

The Heung Yee Kuk was only established in the New Territories and was the territory of local gentry. There were also many "ex-official seats" that were inherited from family members.

It is a political participation institution specially set up by the Hong Kong government to maintain stability in the New Territories. It is naturally lacking in electoral nature and is the least watched of the three major election campaigns.

But the Hong Kong government cannot avoid its influence in the New Territories.

If you really want to participate in politics, being a mascot in the District Council is meaningless, and being a boss in the Heung Yee Kuk is not ambitious enough. Young people with ambition should go to the Legislative Council!
However, the appearance of Guo Zhengmin reminded him that Garden Building has a total of 2356 units and a population of more than , and plays a very important role in the Kwun Tong District Council election.

The donations made to the Garden Building may not be in vain.

Even if you don’t choose it yourself, you can still sell it at a good price.

"Vote selling" in election years is a standard practice for many non-profit organizations and philanthropists. Shameless people will even glorify it as "speaking for the people."

He was really surprised that Principal Zhai would rather not take any money than abuse his reputation.

Zuo Shou watched Wu Zongshu for a few days, handed the collected information to the boss, and drank water and said: "The man surnamed Wu is really rich. He even has a long private room in the Regent Hotel. He can watch the sea and ride horses every day. He is really not afraid of ICAC coming to the door."

As the most luxurious five-star hotel in Hong Kong, the Regent Hotel's room rates are twice as expensive as those of the Peninsula Hotel, and its sea view rooms are sold out every night.

Many foreign bosses and company managers who transit through Hong Kong Island on business will give priority to booking the Regent Hotel.

If you want a long private room at the Regent Hotel, you need not only money but also connections.

"Do you really think that only the anti-drug unit collects money and ICAC doesn't?"

"Just read the newspaper."

Yin Zhaotang smiled as he flipped through the documents, which contained Wu Zongshu's movements over the past five days, mixed with some photos. It was obvious that Wu Zongshu himself liked to go to high-end places.

If it wasn't the Regent Hotel, it was a nightclub in Central, or a cigar bar in Wan Chai.

And when it’s time to get off work, they are all wearing branded clothes, driving luxury cars, and wearing famous watches.

Zuo Shou curled his lips and complained: "ICAC is really blind. Every day they say how busy and tiring it is to investigate corruption."

"I think he is just sharing the money with them, just to slack off."

"I picked that star. He paid Regent at least 50,000 yuan a month. He is richer than a Triad gang member like me. He must be more evil than me!"

Yin Zhaotang held up a photo and looked at it carefully. "Zuoshou, do you think Mr. Wu is a pervert? He often goes to the hotel with different men. I'm beginning to suspect that he likes to mess around with men."

Zuo Shou smiled lewdly and whispered, "Not necessarily. From what I've observed, the people who followed him into the hotel were all police officers from the anti-drug team. Maybe Wu Sir likes the idea of ​​a threesome with two dragons playing with a pearl. Isn't it exciting to think about it?"

"Wow, so the members of the anti-drug team are all brothers-in-law." Yin Zhaotang said.

Zuo Shou laughed and said, "It's a loss to the film industry that I didn't make a pornographic movie."

"Luckily he didn't go, otherwise the company would have been shut down long ago." Yin Zhaotang threw the photo back on the table, put away his smile, his face suddenly became fierce, and he said in a serious voice: "It doesn't matter whether he likes to have a threesome or like to stir up trouble, anyway, if he likes to sleep in a hotel, then let him sleep in a hotel for the rest of his life."

"Tonight, let's book Uncle Guan's stall and ask Ah Hao and the others to have supper together."

When Zuo Shou heard that it was Uncle Guan's stall, he wailed, "Brother Tang, I don't like eating pig offal porridge."

"I'll go to Sihai Restaurant to buy you fried pork ribs with chives, crispy squid rings and durian dragon's whisker rolls. Is that okay?" Yin Zhaotang said in a friendly manner, his temper becoming that of a good man.

Don't eat raw pickles the night before you do something, or you'll get an upset stomach. "Okay, big guy!"

The left hand is smiling.

That night.

eleven o 'clock.

Uncle Guan, wearing a white chef's apron and sleeves, opened the lid of the stainless steel pot.

A cloud of steam came out of the iron pot with boiling water, like a faint white cloud that gradually dissipated.

"A Tang."

"Same old as always? If there's anything to eat, uncle will cut it for you."

Uncle Guan came to the chopping board, picked up the butcher knife, and pointed at the fresh meat on the iron hook with a smile.

A pig lung, a pig kidney, an ear, and some pig heads.

Plus other launches.

That’s all the stall has.

At this time, Jiang Hao, Danta, Zuoshou, and Ale were already sitting at a square table. There were more than a dozen brothers standing around the stall. In the past, the white porridge stall would have seven or eight tables every day.

Tonight, we're only entertaining one table of guests.

Yin Zhaotang put one hand in his pocket and looked at the meat in front of the stall with great interest. He said with a smile: "When eating pork offal porridge, the most important thing is that the offal is fresh, so that the porridge will be fragrant."

"Uncle Guan has a conscience. There are so many frozen pork offal in Hong Kong Island now, and they are cheap, but he doesn't even use frozen pork offal to make porridge!"

Guan Shu couldn't help but raised his knife and chopped it on the table.

"Ah Tang, I have been doing business for more than ten years. How could I destroy my own reputation?"

"Frozen pork offal, humph, I think the fried pork ribs in your hand are more like those made of big flying meat!"

Yin Zhaotang was carrying two plastic bags containing five take-away boxes.

"Okay."

"I'm the same as always, Xian brother, what do you want to eat?"

Fei Boxian was wrapped in a thick sea-blue cotton coat, with his head hunched, as if he was feeling very cold. He said perfunctorily, "Whatever you want."

"Then do the same as me."

After Yin Zhaotang finished talking to Guan Shu, he took Fei Boxian to the dining table. Jiang Hao and Zuo Shou knew what Fei Boxian was doing, nodded and greeted him, and the six of them picked up their chopsticks and ate the fried spareribs, steamed chicken feet, and squid rings in the lunch box first.

When the freshly cooked pork offal porridge was served, everyone ate until they were full.

Yin Zhaotang brought a bottle of whiskey, unscrewed the lid, poured a small glass for each person, raised the glass and said: "Come on, brothers, let's have a drink to send us off! I wish us success!"

"Dry!"

"Done!"

Jiang Hao, Zuoshou, Dantart, and Ale shouted in unison.

Some of them looked bold and unrestrained, while others spoke with such heavy gnashing of teeth that the words almost popped out from between their teeth.

Fei Boxian didn't say anything just now, but after drinking the farewell wine, he suddenly smashed the cup to the ground, with a burning hatred, cursing at someone: "Fuck your mother, you bastard!"

(End of this chapter)