Chapter 270 Entering Silver, Parking Space

Chapter 270 Entering Silver, Parking Space

Chapter 270 Entering Silver, Parking Space

A week later, at the court hearing, Mr. Du was the court counsel, and there was a "money offensive" outside the court.

The trial was a great victory.

In accordance with the Counterfeit Products Ordinance, the judge first ruled that Ding Jiahao manufactured and sold pirated sneakers. According to the transaction documents, he was fined HK$3 million and imprisoned for five years.

The basis for the fine was the total amount of all transaction documents signed by Ding Jiahao that were searched by the police.

But in the end, the jury voted unanimously to waive the sky-high fine, reducing it to 20,000 Hong Kong dollars, and the prison sentence was changed to three months, which could be offset by compulsory labor.

The reason for the light sentence in the official document is that the piracy industry is related to people's livelihood, many practitioners have no subjective criminal intent, etc.
It is very consistent with the current social situation in Hong Kong and is very reasonable.

In the early 1980s, Hong Kong Island had a large number of people who made a living by selling their physical labor and farming, and it was still an economically developing region.

Raising piracy to the level of commercial development stinks like “Why not eat meat?”

In a port city with re-export trade, it is either stupid or bad to hold high the banner of combating piracy. De-harming and reducing piracy to a minor crime are in line with social trends.

The Occupy Mong Kok incident taught many people a lesson, leading dozens of media outlets to strongly support the court's decision. The few newspapers that were willing to sing a different tune also criticized the citizens for a while.

The tax agency will not be able to collect the sky-high fines, but that won’t stop the judge and jury in this case from making a good living.

The trial ended in the afternoon.

Argyle Street, Kowloon District Court, main entrance.

Yin Zhaotang saw the legal team led by Du Zihua, along with Ding Jiahao and several police officers, coming out. He quickly climbed the stairs, gave Du Zihua a gentle hug, and thanked him: "Thank you for your hard work, Du."

"Brother Tang, you're too polite." Du Zihua was holding the court documents in his hand, wearing a wig and a lawyer's robe, looking very elite.

Ding Jiahao, wearing a shirt and handcuffs on his hands, whispered, "Ding Ye."

Two police officers stopped by and gave him some time out of courtesy.

Yin Zhaotang smiled cheerfully and said, "Hurry up and go to the police station to handle the formalities. I will welcome you back tonight."

"Thank you, Master Ding."

There were stains on the corners of Ding Jiahao's clothes, which were no longer shiny, but there was no trace of dejection on his face.

"The factories in the mainland still rely on you. I don't want to lose a general before the factory opens." Yin Zhaotang smoked a cigarette and distributed it to the thugs and police officers present.

Du Zihua chatted with the junior sister behind him, and actually slapped her on the butt in public with the documents in his hand.

The junior sister looked coquettish and left first.

Seeing his undisguised flirting, Yin Zhaotang joked, "A new girlfriend?"

"The new assistant lawyer is just average at memorizing laws and regulations, but he has a great figure and is very good at moaning," said Du Zihua.

The police officer next to him looked envious.

Yin Zhaotang reminded: "This female lawyer is not a simple person. Be careful not to get into trouble."

Du Zihua exhaled smoke with a smug expression: "Where did the fire come from? Women are made of water, they are specially used to put out my fire!"

"What's the point of talking about a female lawyer? Wait until she gets her barrister's license."

"In this world, we men have the final say."

It was a bit beyond Yin Zhaotang's expectations to hear such chauvinistic words from a young talent like Du Zihua.

However, Hong Kong Island has never put forward the slogan "Women hold up half the sky", and the feudal society has directly entered the capitalist society under colonial rule.

The more upper-class the Chinese community is, the lower the status of women.

As international students who also returned from London, Du Zihua could become a disciple of the Queen's Counsel, while the girls could only sleep in the barrister's bed.

It's not easy to become a solicitor.

night.

Yin Zhaotang called Zuo Shou, Chu Zhongde, Zhang Gaoming, and Wu Jingfeng to welcome Jiahao. Although these people were just junior members of the club, they held important positions in the sneaker factory.

The society owns 20% of the shares of the sneaker factory. If they can run the factory well, the few of them will actually be more appreciated by the uncles than the thugs.

Some of them fight to the death, and their names are not known to anyone. Uncles play cards and drink tea all day long, and have no interest in knowing who is powerful today or who will die tomorrow, but they are very concerned about whether the company's industry is profitable and whether the dividends will increase at the end of the year.

The uncles will support whoever can find water.

Therefore, they are all "proper employees" and their status is no lower than that of the straw sandals and white paper fans in the hall.

Respect that is due must be given.

Kowloon City, Si Hai Restaurant.

Yin Zhaotang held a bottle of Budweiser in his left hand and was dancing with chopsticks in his right hand to eat hot pot. On the table was a plate of freshly cut deep-well roast goose, with steaming gravy and a golden, shiny skin.

Lao Mo took out his car keys, locked the Porsche he had just parked, took out his mobile phone and said to his younger brother, "I'm here."

The younger brother walked out of the restaurant and greeted him, "Boss, Shenxiantang is in the private room on the third floor."

Lao Mo said, "Let's open a private room next door and set up a table to make it look good."

The younger brother was a little embarrassed: "Boss, I was recognized by Shenxiantang's driver Shahui."

"Silly Hui?"

"That driver?" asked Lao Mo.

The younger brother nodded: "He is on duty at night."

"Let's go straight up." Lao Mo simply stopped pretending, walked upstairs while smoking a cigarette, came to the door of the box and flicked the ash.

Sha Hui was wearing a suit, had a crew cut, a round head, and a gun hanging from his waist. When he saw Lao Mo Ge coming, he leaned forward with a smile on his face and asked, "Lao Mo Ge, what's the matter?"

"I was having dinner at the restaurant, and the manager told me that Atang was in the private room. I came over to find Atang and have a drink together." Lao Mo was wearing a Gucci printed T-shirt and holding a cigarette, looking like a big boss.

Silly Hui nodded slightly, not daring to be disrespectful, and turned around and shouted: "Brother Tang, Lao Mo is visiting you, I have something to ask of you!"

Lao Mo's face turned dark and he threw the cigarette butt on the ground.

"Brother Mo, don't be so polite. Come in and sit down." Yin Zhaotang quickly stood up and waved, asking the waiter to add a seat on the left.

Zuoshou, Chu Zhongde, Ding Jiahao and others stood up and called out, "Old Mo."

"Old Mogo."

Lao Mo glanced at Silly Hui, put away his anger, came to the front of the seat, and said unhappily: "A Tang, I really have something to ask you."

"What's the matter? Just tell me." Yin Zhaotang has completely surpassed Lao Mo, Guang Zai, and Jie Shiyong in terms of position and power.

But after all, they are all fellow members of the society, and Lao Mo is still a senior in the underworld. He has sent troops to support them many times, so friendship must be maintained.

I saw Lao Mo took out a few coins from his pocket, threw them on the table, and cursed: "Fuck his mother, the bastards in the water room, they used game coins to 'make money' on my territory in Yau Ma Tei, causing my territory in Man Ming Lane and Canton Road to be raided by the police."

"The chief inspector of traffic called me and told me to be more tactful or I would never be able to work as a valet again."

"Ruyinzai" is a nickname for parking meters, which are different from the future parking meters that use card payment. The current parking meters use coins to pay, and you need to re-insert coins every two hours, two Hong Kong dollars each time.

The community's valet parking business is partly about looking after parking lots, and the rest is mostly about managing street parking meters. There are more than 3,000 parking meters in Kowloon, with dozens or even hundreds of them on one street, and they can make hundreds of thousands of dollars a month.

Because two or three hours is not enough for guests to do something or have a meal.

It's impossible for the bosses to be in a meeting, go shopping, sleep with a woman, and then time it specially to come back again to "make money", right?

But if you don't go to the silver shop, the traffic police can issue a ticket every two hours, and each ticket is 200 Hong Kong dollars. If they issue another ticket two hours later, the fine can be several thousand dollars a day.

In contrast, paying the gangsters 100 yuan will get you a one-stop service of moving the car, depositing the money, and simple washing. The gangsters grab the parking spaces, arrange the time, and park hundreds of cars a day, and the income is tens of thousands of yuan!

Therefore, valet parking is very profitable. No matter when, for underworld societies, valet parking is the foundation. The earliest unit that used "a street" as a underworld territory originated from valet parking.

The valet parking service in Yau Ma Tei is an important source of income. No matter how rich JP Morgan is, he would never joke about valet parking, and he would never use game coins to deposit money.

This kind of thing can only be caused by an outsider.

The income from the parking meters will go directly into the government treasury. When the treasury accountant comes to check the accounts, he will find game coins in it, and the traffic police chief will definitely be criticized. But now we must first determine whether the person who did it is the water room.

(End of this chapter)