Chapter 247: Re-transmission of Hongmen rules
Chapter 247: Re-transmission of Hongmen rules
Chinatown, in front of Shaxian snack shop.
Lin Changle stood in front of the steps, opened his arms, and shouted enthusiastically to the taxi: "Brother Zhijun, Brother Zhiguo!"
"Mr. Le, long time no see." Wang Zhijun, his eldest brother, Zhang Wansheng, Chen Aiguo, Li Shengli, and Lin Banghui got off the car one by one, carrying their backpacks.
"Mr. Le, I haven't seen you for a few days. You're wearing clogs now?" Zhang Wansheng threw away his cigarette butt and teased.
Lin Changle punched him in anger and cursed, "Fuck his mother. How dare you sell a pair of flip-flops for fifty Hong Kong dollars in Tokyo? You are really slaughtering pigs."
"These past few days, I've been relying on Beizai to take care of me, so it's hard to ask anyone to pay for it."
Beizi, who had a band-aid on his nose, took the gift from Wang Zhijun and explained, "No, it's not like that. I rely on Brother Le to take care of me."
Lin Changle waved his hand and said proudly: "Let's go. We are very happy to have friends coming from afar. I will treat you to a meal at the largest restaurant in Chinatown!"
Although he was in trouble, he could not be negligent in receiving the brothers who came across the sea to help.
Wang Zhijun and his friends all walked into the restaurant with smiles on their faces, found a seat, and then looked at the pictures on the wall.
Lin Changle followed Beizai to the steamer, picked up chicken legs, dried tofu, duck gizzards and other braised dishes with chopsticks, put a large plate in front of the people.
Wang Zhiguo said, "Mr. Le, please give me some of our signature pressed duck."
"It's just for show, don't take it seriously, okay?"
Wang Zhijun quickly nudged his eldest brother with his elbow: "Enough, stop talking nonsense."
Wang Zhiguo saw that the decoration of Shaxian Hotel was bright and not inferior to the tea restaurants in Central, and thought it was a famous hotel in Tokyo Chinatown.
After figuring out the location of the restaurant, he quickly raised his hand and gently opened his mouth to apologize: "I'm sorry, Mr. Lok, I'm ignorant."
Beizai explained seriously: "The store used to have pressed duck, but it was too expensive and customers wouldn't order it, so gradually the boss stopped making it."
"The high-end Chinese restaurants like Sikailou in Chiyoda and Sichuan Restaurant in Minato are actually all owned by Japanese. Shaxian Restaurant is already the most upscale Chinese restaurant on Chinatown."
Wang Zhijun gnawed on the chicken leg and nodded, "It tastes really good."
People who are used to eating big fish and meat will definitely think that Shaxian snacks are salty and dry, but Wang Zhijun and his friends all came from poor backgrounds.
He had not even settled in Hong Kong for two months, but his good character of hard work and perseverance had not yet been erased by the secular world.
After a long voyage on the sea, we were already very satisfied with a set meal for each person, plus chicken legs and dried tofu as a "reception meal".
During the meal, Lin Changle briefly introduced the latest situation he had learned. Wang Zhijun understood the situation and nodded slowly: "I understand. Let's teach the Liaoning gang who don't know the rules a lesson first and get their passports and bank accounts back."
Lin Changle picked up the stew pot and drank the "Tea Tree Mushroom Stewed Duck" in one breath. With his mouth full of grease, he said, "Right. I'll go find the devil's music company to buy the copyright later."
"After 7 o'clock every night, Li Yongqiang would hang out in two hair salons and several underground gambling halls in Shinjuku."
"Beizi will help collect information. When there is news, we will set off again and talk to Li Yongqiang."
Wang Zhijun and his men came to Tokyo to follow Le Shao's lead, and they all obeyed his orders obediently: "No problem, Le Shao."
"You have the final say."
"Brother Tang asked us to come to Tokyo to do your bidding."
night.
Lin Changle asked Zhang Wansheng and others to wait at the door of the hair salon, and took Wang Zhijun and Wang Zhiguo into the hair salon.
Several middle-aged women in their thirties and forties, wearing heavy makeup and shorts, sat on the sofa waiting for customers.
Two Liaoning gang members sitting on plastic stools smelled the gangster spirit on the three men, and stopped them before Mommy could, and asked politely, "Brother, what gang are you from?"
Lin Changle clasped his fists and saluted, saying politely: "Hongmen Triad, Hong Kong Island Zhongyi Hall, Mong Kok Zhazhiren, Jiudi Lin Changle!"
"I came to Tokyo for work and ran into some trouble. I want to ask Brother Qiang for help."
"Triad?" The Liaoning Gang had never heard of Zhongyitang, but the weight of the Hongmen's 500-year heritage was immediately apparent.
One person said, "Wait a moment."
Then, another person went up to the attic and reported to Li Yongqiang in a low voice.
Lin Changle, wearing a suit, waved the air and frowned slightly.
Among the Chinese in Tokyo, only a very small number have legal labor contracts and hold work visas, doing manual labor in construction and cleaning companies.
These people either have relatives who have settled in Tokyo, or they have sold their land in their hometown and spent a lot of money to set up connections with labor companies.
The first salary was handed over in full as compensation, and everyone had to treat everyone to food and drinks and establish a good relationship with the boss of the employing company.
In the early 1980s, when Japan's economy was booming, legal workers had extremely high incomes. They could earn enough to buy a house in their hometown in one year, and become rich in their hometown after ten years.
The majority of the remaining Chinese are illegal immigrants.
If you can’t afford the money, buy a place from a labor service company, worship Mazu, and board the ship.
It is common for men to work illegally or do odd jobs, and for women to sell their bodies.
A large number of gangs have emerged, but due to their status as illegal immigrants, Chinese gangs can only hide in the suburbs. The "hair salons" and "underground gambling dens" that serve Chinese illegal workers are of poor quality, and the rooms smell of cheap perfume and fish.
Under the political attack, Chinese gangs are unable to unite and are wasting their strength in internal struggles, let alone expanding outward.
Li Yongqiang was lying on a massage bed, his hands on his waist, a cigarette butt in his mouth, enjoying the shampoo girl riding on him and twisting her waist.
Five Liaoning gang thugs were playing cards around a square table. In the attic, there was a screen less than two meters high, which blocked the eldest brother's face but could not block the sound of panting, rocking and moaning.
However, the brothers have become accustomed to it. Every night, it has become the eldest brother's routine to go to the hair salon to wash his hair. When the eldest brother is done, it is their turn.
In short, in the hair salon, you can call any one you like as long as they are not on duty. Playing a dozen cards in two hours, basically everyone can have a good time.
The brother downstairs came to the screen and told him about the visit from the Triad Gang.
Li Yongqiang took off his cigarette, his face showing displeasure, and cursed: "Tell him to come up alone."
If they hadn't been afraid of the triad background and disturbing his good deeds, they would have asked their brothers to beat him up long ago. The Liaoning gang's thugs came back and pointed at Wang Zhijun unceremoniously: "You two stay here, and the one with the surname Lin will go up!"
Wang Zhijun snorted coldly, expressing his displeasure. Lin Changle patted him on the shoulder to comfort him, and when he was about to go upstairs, he was stopped by the person in front of him: "According to the rules, search first!"
Lin Changle stopped immediately, his face livid and his expression unpleasant: "Whose rules are these? What a grand show."
"If you keep staring at me, I'll dig your eyeballs out!"
"Damn it, is there any problem with searching you? If you don't want to see Brother Qiang, just get out. You're like trying to fit an elephant into a pig's nose." The Liaoning gang's thugs were rarely so arrogant and had a bad temper. After cursing twice, they started to search him.
Lin Changle's eyelids jumped, and he said coldly: "I thought it was some kind of underworld rule, but it turns out there are no rules at all."
"To choose that star, I will introduce myself and show you my seal. This is enough to respect you."
The Liaoning gang searched him and found that he had no weapons. They stood up and said, "Stop talking nonsense. Are you going to get up or not?!"
Lin Changle stretched out his hand expressionlessly, and Wang Zhijun took out the Black Star from his waist and handed it to Le Shao. Le Shao took the weapon, and under the horrified gaze of the thugs, he pulled the bolt and aimed at his thigh.
"boom!"
Gunfire rang out.
The younger brother was shot to the ground, covering his thigh and screaming.
"Grass!!!"
Li Yongqiang stood up suddenly with a look of horror. Without even bothering to put on his clothes, he pushed open the window and jumped out of the building to run away.
If Lin Changle had come with Beizi today, he could have just swallowed his anger, but standing next to him were Wang Zhijun and several of his fellow disciples.
As the leader of the Hongmen, if he does not resolutely uphold the rules of the Hongmen, his younger brothers will follow suit in the future. Where is the dignity of the leader of the Hongmen? Let alone the Caoxie, who has no status in the underworld.
After hanging out with Brother Tang for so many years, he already understood one thing: one has to fight for one's status and maintain one's dignity.
The Chinese gangs in Tokyo have no rules, so he comes to spread the rules of the Hongmen!
When he opened fire, Wang Zhijun and Wang Zhiguo also drew their weapons and fired repeatedly at the attic. Several Liaoning gang thugs were shot to the ground without even seeing their shadows.
Lin Changle strode up to the attic with a gun in hand, walked to the window and looked down.
Li Yongqiang and his two men had raised their hands high, kneeling on the ground, facing the black muzzles of the guns of Zhang Wansheng and his men, and banging their heads against the ground repeatedly.
"Brother Qiang, three days ago, did you snatch a Hong Kong passport with Lin Changle's name on it at the station?" Lin Changle squatted on the ground, holding the gun in his hand, grabbed Li Yongqiang's hair and asked.
"No, no." Li Yongqiang felt a little guilty and didn't dare to admit it.
"Ah."
Lin Changle nodded and pointed the gun at his forehead.
"boom!"
He then asked the next one: "Have you seen my passport?"
"Have!"
"Brother Le, give me half an hour and I'll get it back immediately." A younger brother knelt on the ground with blood splattered on his face, not daring to make any more explanations.
Lin Changle put away his gun, looked arrogant, and said coldly: "Take him to get it."
The group used Black Star to clear the way and retrieved their passports and bank accounts smoothly.
Lin Changle immediately swiped his credit card to book a suite at the InterContinental Hotel and invited Wang Zhijun and others to stay.
In the living room, several people drank wine and roasted birds. Lin Changle smoked in front of the window. After contacting the copyright managers of the music companies "Yamahasha" and "Sony Music" to arrange a time for a face-to-face visit, he returned to the table and toasted with Wang Zhijun and others.
Yamahasha is a company that makes musical instruments. Its president, Genichi Kawakami, is the teacher of Miyuki Nakajima. Miyuki Nakajima has never left Yamahasha in her life. If you want to buy the copyright of the cover song, you must contact Yamahasha.
"Sony Music" is a large company, and Koji Tamaki's entire band are all Sony artists.
When the group was half drunk, Wang Zhijun suddenly asked, "Mr. Le, we are all in Tokyo now. Do we still need to find a Japanese company to buy the copyright?"
"Brother Jun, what are you talking about? If you don't want to buy the copyright, go and rob it!" Lin Changle looked drunk, exhaled a puff of cigarette, and was stunned after he said that.
"Don't even think about grabbing the copyright. If Brother Tang is happy, he can even take back that Japanese chick named Nakade Miyuki." Zhang Wansheng said arrogantly.
Lin Changle thought about it carefully and found that there seemed to be no extradition agreement between Japan and Hong Kong Island, which meant that if he went back to Hong Kong Island, the matter in Tokyo would be settled.
"No, copyright has to be protected by law. We have to sign a contract and we can't just rob people openly." Lin Changle shook his head.
Wang Zhiguo poured the wine with a relaxed expression: "It's simple. Just rob a few gold shops in Tokyo, send them to Taiwan to exchange for banknotes, and then use them to buy the copyright from the Japanese."
"It's just a matter of spending a few more bullets. Boss Yin doesn't have to spend a penny. He has all the copyrights and will make a profit!"
Lin Changle hissed and praised incredulously: "Brother, you are really a ruthless person."
Wang Zhiguo shook his head with a sinister smile on his face: "Many of our ancestors died on the battlefield. In the past few years, the village chief has been saying that there will be compensation."
"I don't think we can wait any longer. Now they are here. If we don't take some war reparations back, we will be laughed at by our comrades."
From the perspective of the mainland, the retired soldiers in the Big Circle Gang are unsteady political scums and people who have been corrupted by capital.
But they all have their inner pride and a chain of contempt, and anyone who can snatch a vote from the Japanese is considered the king of scum.
Lin Changle noticed that Zhang Wansheng and the others all had approving looks on their faces, and immediately realized that the six people came prepared and had reached an agreement.
But after thinking it over, he shook his head and said, "Tokyo is not our territory. It's difficult to arrange cars, boats, or sell stolen goods."
"It's easy to get into trouble without the help of local forces. If anything goes wrong with you, the boss will kill me!"
At this time, Beizai came to the door and knocked, shouting, "Brother Le, Brother Fu from Changle is looking for you. He wants to return the Rolex to you."
Wang Zhijun said with a smile: "Master Le, you are so impressive, are you afraid that no one will help you? There are many younger brothers to help you!"
(End of this chapter)