Chapter 424: Amazing Grace, Fame Spreads

Three days later, at Cemetery No. 7, North Slope of Fanling.

There are wreaths placed in front of a row of graves. On each tombstone, the face of the victim is engraved, with a line of small words simply recording the life, death date and name.

The wind was whistling in the valley. Beside the stairs, twelve members of the police band were holding Scottish bagpipes, violins, saxophones, accordions and other instruments.

Playing a song of praise.

"Wonderful salvation, how sweet! Save me, a poor sinner. I was lost, but now I am converted; I was blind, but now I see."

“The Lord’s grace is so great that I feel in awe and it comforts me. I believed at first and I still have no doubts. How precious is this grace.”

"At the edge of the sky, it is bright and shining, and I will always be grateful and praise you."

"Forever and ever, with endless supply, and joy and happiness for ten thousand years."

The melody of the hymn "Amazing Grace" floats in the woods.

The relatives' sad expressions and quiet sobs seemed to be covered up. The 19-gun salute startled the birds and the loud shouts echoed in the cemetery.

"salute!!!"

Bang bang bang.

Governor Youde, Commissioner of Police Henry May, Chief Secretary Stephen Chung, Chairman of the City Council Colin, and more than 30 Hong Kong government officials, both big and small, took off their hats and bowed in silence.

"salute!!!"

In front of more than seventy tombstones, more than two hundred police officers stood at attention with their chests puffed out, their faces solemn.

Yu Shaoze was in a neat uniform, holding his hat, looking at a wisp of white silk, drifting away in the wind.
Yoder bent forward, knelt on one knee, presented flowers, made the sign of the cross on his chest, and prayed: "Return to the arms of the Lord, may the deceased be joyful forever."

Po Lam Road, Tai Sung Temple.

With his left hand, he put the bundles of banknotes into a plastic bag, arranged them neatly, flattened them, tied them tightly, attached a note with his name on it, and handed it to his younger brother, saying, "This is a small one, 138,000!"

I checked it with the list, put it in the box of Mong Kok Hall, and shouted loudly: "Mong Kok Hall's small ball is super."

Another brother on the right picked up the pen and put a check mark on the form.

In the main hall, more than thirty brothers were guarding six metal money boxes, busy calculating the wages received by each brother who participated in the war.

There are six major categories: appearance fees, settling-in fees, medicine fees, workers' overtime pay, disability subsidies, and rewards for meritorious service.

Then they are divided into different categories according to positions, locations of participation, and specific situations. For example, the appearance fees and resettlement fees for the riots in Yuen Long and the bloody battle at Tsuen Wan Pier are different.

The medicine expenses of Zhang Gaoming, the straw sandal worker, and Daba Lao are also higher than those of the shoe factory worker and Da Feizai.

Therefore, there are both zeros and integers, which requires careful calculation.

Each bag of money was accompanied by a "pay slip" which clearly stated every item of income and subsidy.

Recently, brothers can come to the Great Sage Temple to collect their salaries, as the mountain gate is showing signs of becoming a silver shop.

Millions of cash are delivered to the mountain gate every day. Dozens of people are working around the clock with their left hand, and not even half of the money has been distributed to the thousands of brothers who have participated in the war.

The resettlement allowances for the brothers who died in the war and the disabled brothers were given priority and have been arranged. As for the remaining brothers, we have to be busy for another half a month to distribute the money to several hundred people every day. When distributing the money, we can see that the brothers are grateful and thank us profusely, which is not a hardship. The really difficult part is to get the money to deal with the aftermath, raise funds and repay the vows.

In the attic of Chaoyi Restaurant, Fat Cat, Gao Laosen, Yuanbao, Tiantang, Lao Mo, Jieshi Yong, Hukou Qiang, Shatou, old and young, all gathered together.

They stared at Yin Zhaotang with their eyes full of desire.

Everyone knows that Lao Zhong has defeated the foreigners and has become a powerful figure in Hong Kong. The next step is to get a share of the food and share the spoils.

Everyone was quite respectful, and since the victim didn't speak up, no one broke the news. They all knew Shen Xian Tang's character, and if there was anything good, he would definitely think of the community first.

There was no need to rush, eat with big mouthfuls, and act like a starving ghost. We slowly discussed the aftermath step by step, and the atmosphere was quite harmonious.

Fat Cat held the Wen Dan pot, his face was vicissitudes, and he said with regret: "Three hundred and sixteen people were injured, fifty-two died, and the military pay cost thirteen million silver."

"Atang, do you have enough money?"

Yin Zhaotang was dressed in a green shirt and had his hair combed back. He said in a relaxed tone, "I made a little money from speculating on Ding Quan, which is just enough to match the annual income of the hall."

Fat Cat glanced at the uncles present and said, "Brothers, the medical expenses and funeral expenses will be paid by the uncles and aunts."

This amount of money is not huge, but it still costs more than one million, mainly to buy a cemetery. Lao Zhong has his own hospital and temple, otherwise he would have to add another half a million.

Yin Zhaotang drank his tea with a smile on his face, and said thank you: "Atang, thank you all uncles for your trouble."

Gao Laosen raised his palm, patted his old face, and said happily: "You have brought honor to Lao Zhong. The uncles are all honored. It's just a small amount of money, don't worry about it."

Yuan Bao agreed gently: "Yes, we are old and can't fight, but it's only right to pay a little money to help the younger generation share some of the burden."

Jiang Hao crossed his legs and sipped his cigarette: "You guys have a conscience!"

Fat Cat smiled and said, "Your story was reported to the North American San Francisco headquarters yesterday. The chief mountain master Tang Long heard about it. The mountain master called us personally. He hopes to invite you to North America to have a talk, spread your heroic name, and inspire the Hong brothers."

Yin Zhaotang nodded slowly, not very interested, and said perfunctorily: "Let's talk about it when we have time."

The San Francisco headquarters has an extraordinary status in the world's Hongmen. On October 1925, 10, it held the Five Continents Hongmen Reunion Conference and established the China Zhi Gong Party. The successive chairmen included Chen Jiongming, Tang Jiyao, Situ Meitang, etc.

It has gone through two dynasties and is recognized by China and foreign countries. During a specific historical period, it played a positive role in uniting compatriots and fighting against the Japanese invaders.

However, the San Francisco headquarters in the 1980s has been on a downward trend. It has essentially given up leading the world's Hongmen and has become a regional Chinese mafia group.

This started the reverse movement of history, leaving only a name behind, which made the domestic Zhi Gong Party very embarrassed. The Zhi Gong Party on the Taiwan Island even called itself the headquarters and hosted the World Hongmen Conference.

The older generation of gangsters still admire the San Francisco headquarters, but Yin Zhaotang, as a "veteran", has long been disenchanted with it. He once felt that the people in San Francisco were getting worse with each generation, and were complete losers and avid playboys!
However, "expelling the foreign invaders and reviving China" is the only spiritual ideal of the Hongmen in the world that can be put on the table. There are very few people who practice it, and even fewer who can do it.

Whenever someone really achieves it, it is like completing the highest mission of Hongmen, and the reputation and prestige of Hongmen in the world will usher in a huge explosion.

It spread all over the world, received widespread praise, and became a benchmark figure.

Gao Laosen smiled and said, "If you are determined, write a biography, go to North America for a month, give speeches, and hold book signings. You can earn millions of dollars."

Yin Zhaotang blew out a thick cloud of smoke, holding a cigar between his legs, and said in a playful tone: "Uncle Sen, I went to North America to sell books. The meat spit out by the Jardine Matheson Group and the Swire Group was all given cheaply to Li Jiacheng, Cheng Yutong, Guo Desheng and Li Zhaoji?"

"You guys really don't want to eat a single bite!"

(End of this chapter)

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