Hong Kong Storm: The King of Jobs

Chapter 185 81: Eight-Faced Buddha
Three Range Rovers drove into the Medical Street of Kowloon Walled City. The eyes of the guys sitting on the steps and chatting were all attracted by these three top luxury cars.

At first, they thought that the person was a wealthy tycoon who came to Kowloon Walled City to see something new, so they all stood up, ready to extort money from him. However, when they saw the man getting out of the Range Rover, they all stopped and sat back down obediently.

A gangster can recognize a gangster when he sees another gangster. Besides, the gangsters who got out of the Range Rover all had bulging waists, so they must be carrying weapons and firearms. They are also rich guys, so they cannot be offended.

The ruffians in Kowloon Walled City have the sharpest brains and the sharpest eyes, because the young men have all died long ago.

The Eight-Faced Buddha got off the car and looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar Kowloon Walled City, feeling infinite emotion in his heart.

Back then, he, Gold Tooth Lao, Ya Qi, and Bingwen followed the big boss to Kowloon Walled City to beg for food, and started working with Fat Pig Lao. They started out by guarding a noodle stall, then made a fortune, and have come to where they are today step by step.

The big boss wore sandals in the ancestral hall, the gold-toothed man retired because of lung cancer, Bingwen died in the transaction process with the Thais, and he escaped because he was working as a footman in Chiang Mai.

Because Yaqi was hiding in the warehouse in Kowloon Walled City and was not taken away by the Independent Commission Against Corruption, he was able to continue guarding the rotten sign of Yiqun and wait for the big boss to come out.

But even if the big boss comes out of the ancestral hall safely, what can we do?

We are all old and can't fight. Lei Luo, our backer, has moved away. Our sister-in-law has passed away due to overwork. We are all broken from the inside out. The brothers in the underworld will not recognize the name of Yi Qun!

Tao Li Chunfeng has a glass of wine, the lights of the rivers and lakes night rain for ten years.

Admit defeat when it's time to do so. If you insist on holding on, you won't end up well.

Eight-Faced Buddha sighed, looked at Shengsheng and Nanjing Dapaidang beside him, and grinned. In the past, Yaqi liked to buy Nanjing roast duck from Nanjing Dapaidang the most, but this one was a flop, so he didn't even eat it after buying it, so it was a bargain for everyone.

This person has never liked Nanjing Roast Duck, but liked the people who sell Nanjing Roast Duck.

However, unrequited love is the stupidest thing in the world. Unlike in the TV series, where there is a will, there is a way. The girl selling Nanjing roast duck did not go to Malaysia with the man of her dreams arranged by her parents.

"Crazy line!"

The Eight-Faced Buddha couldn't help but curse out loud, then smiled and shook his head.

Wang Le, who was standing next to the Eight-Faced Buddha, didn't hear clearly what the Eight-Faced Buddha said, but he followed the Eight-Faced Buddha's line of sight and saw the signs of Shengsheng and Nanjing Dapaidang. After thinking for a while, he said, "Uncle Buddha, do you need me to buy some barbecued pork?"

Hearing his boss's question, the Eight-Faced Buddha smiled and pointed at Shengsheng and Nanjing Dapaidang and said, "Qi likes Nanjing roast duck the most. Go buy two and ask the store to send them to the Confucian Temple."

"I haven't seen Ah Qi for a long time. No matter what, I have to have a couple of drinks with him this time."

When Wang Le heard the instructions from the Eight-Faced Buddha, he nodded quickly, spoke a few words to his men, and asked them to buy two freshly-baked Nanjing roast ducks.

The Eight-Faced Buddha looked around Medical Street and found that there was no major change in the surrounding situation. He shook his head, holding an 18-bead bracelet made of fine jade in his hand, and walked towards the Confucian Temple in Kowloon Walled City under the protection of his bodyguards.

There were three people standing at the gate of the Confucian Temple, led by Geng Biao, the head horse of Yaqi and Yiqun. When he saw the Eight-Faced Buddha coming, he took the initiative to greet him and said with a smile, "Uncle Buddha, long time no see."

"Lao Ding is already waiting inside. He specially bought a bottle of your favorite Wujiapi."

"Uncle Buddha, this way please."

Geng Biao stepped aside and invited the Eight-Faced Buddha to go through the main gate.

"It's been a while since we last met. The last time we met was when you, A Biao, went to Pattila. We were not well treated that time and were disturbed by those Bangkok monkeys. Next time, I promise to clear the place in advance and make sure you have a good meal and a good time, A Biao."

"Only saints and emperors can go through the main gate of the Confucian Temple. We are just ordinary people. What we are doing is bringing shame to our ancestors. It is better to go through the side gate to avoid being accused of breaking the rules."

The main gate of the Confucian Temple, also called the Lingxing Gate, is usually only accessible to a few people.

In ancient times, the emperor could enter through the main gate when offering sacrifices to Confucius, because the emperor was the Son of Heaven, the son of God, and represented God to guard the four directions. The heavens, the earth, people, ghosts and gods must all obey the emperor's orders.

When offering sacrifices to Confucius, the Lingxing Gate of the Confucian Temple would be opened wide, and the emperor in formal attire would walk into the Confucian Temple from the main gate to offer sacrifices to the great sage Wenxuan.

At the local level, the highest-ranking local official in charge of the sacrifice, such as the prefect in the provincial school and Confucian temple, can use the main gate when performing sacrifices and other official ceremonies.

The last one who can go through the main gate is the number one scholar whose name is called out from the Donghua Gate. He will also go through the Lingxing Gate to burn a stick of incense to the Great Sage Master Wenxuan.

In ancient times, gangsters like the Eight-Faced Buddha were not allowed to go near the Confucian Temple. If they were discovered by the government, they would be beaten with eighty sticks and exiled three thousand miles away. However, he did not want to risk his life and entered through the side door obediently.

Yaqi is now the leader of the Yiqun, and the Eight-Faced Buddha is not even a big red stick now. According to the rules of the underworld, he cannot go out to greet him. He can only sit in front of the hall and wait for his former good brothers to greet him.

The Eight-Faced Buddha is an old hand in the world, and of course he knows this tacitly. If you uphold the rules, the rules will also uphold you. Besides, he came to Hong Kong to discuss business, and his own safety still needs the protection of the boss, Ya Qi.

Walking into the Confucian Temple, passing the main hall and arriving at the back court, the Eight-Faced Buddha met his good brother, Yaqi, whom he had not seen for five or six years.

"Seventh brother, long time no see. I'm relieved to see that you are in good health."

"I just asked someone to buy some Nanjing roast duck. We'll have a nice drink later."

The Eight-Faced Buddha walked up to Yaqi, stretched out his hand, and had a smile on his face.

This is to see if I am still useful!
When Yaqi saw the hand extended by the Eight-Faced Buddha, he immediately understood what his former good brother was up to. He didn't say anything, but stood up with a smile and extended his right hand.

The Eight-Faced Buddha held Yaqi's right hand with his left hand, and put his right hand on Yaqi's arm and pinched it gently. When he felt Yaqi's muscles, he smiled happily.

There is a lot of care in pinching this thing. You can't pinch it too hard to hurt it, but you can't pinch it too lightly so as not to reveal its true strength.

"Afu, you are still like this!"

"The food is ready. I prepared your favorite Wujiapi. Let's have a good drink this time."

Yaqi pointed at the Eight-Faced Buddha and mocked the loser in front of him, saying that he was just a smart guy. Then he invited this good brother into the house.

In the main hall of the rear court, the wine and food have been served.

Ya Qi, the host and the guest of the Eight-Faced Buddha sat down and wiped the dust off their faces and hands with the wet towels on the table.

The table was filled with delicious dishes that Eight-Faced Buddha used to love to eat. Eight-Faced Buddha nodded with satisfaction and thanked him with a smile: "Thank you, Seventh Brother. I didn't expect that after all these years, you still remember what I like to eat."

"Don't say anything, just have a drink first."

Picking up the wine pot, the Eight-Faced Buddha took the initiative to pour a glass of wine for Ya Qi, and his mouth was full of words of gratitude. Reaching out his hand, raising the wine glass, Ya Qi said: "We are all brothers, don't talk about these things, it will become outside the Tao if you talk about them too much."

"The Yiqun brand has not collapsed because of the way you, Ah Fu, have managed it. Only people with the characters Jingyi and Jingquan are willing to be the demolishers."

"But Hong Kong is no longer what it used to be. There are countless people who want to handcuff old men like us and throw us into the ancestral hall. After all, the police don't hold big parties anymore. They just catch everyone in one fell swoop."

"Don't stay in Hong Kong any longer. Once you've finished discussing this, leave!"

"Okay, let's stop saying these disgusting things. The person you want to see is already here. I'll take you to see him after dinner."

After taking a sip of wine, Ya Qi started talking nonstop. He advised Ba Fa Buddha to leave as soon as he finished his work. He said that he could still protect him in Kowloon Walled City, but it would be hard to say if he left Kowloon Walled City.

"I know that before I even set off, word spread in the underworld that I was going back to Hong Kong. The police had already heard about it and were trying to get me out of here."

"I think Kowloon Walled City is not safe either. Many of the filthy rats who want to put a red flower on my head are now taking action."

"If it was a million-dollar bonus a dozen years ago, I would have wanted to throw myself into the trap and exchange my head for the money."

The Eight-Faced Buddha knew that his secret return to Hong Kong was already a semi-open secret. The cops, fellow gangsters, competitors, and dirty rats were all eyeing his head.

He picked up a piece of barbecued pork, put it in his mouth, chewed it twice, and quickly gave a thumbs up, saying happily: "Not bad, Fulinmen's barbecued pork, I haven't eaten it for a long time."

"I remember that every time Brother Hao made a big deal, he would book a restaurant at Fortune Place and treat his brothers to abalone."

"How's Brother Hao doing lately?"

When talking about Big Boss, the Eight-Faced Buddha's face, which was originally full of smiles, immediately dimmed. He swallowed the barbecued pork in his mouth and asked about Big Boss's recent situation.

Yaqi didn't like to eat big fish and meat recently, probably because of his age. He took a look at the Nanjing roast duck that had just been served on the table and immediately realized that his good brother was making fun of him. He shook his head, picked up a piece of vegetable heart and put it on the plate, and said nonchalantly, "It's still the same as before."

"We spent a lot of money to let Brother Hao stay in a single room, but the police turned a blind eye and pretended not to see it."

"I sent someone to meet with Brother Hao and asked about his health. He said that apart from a slightly elevated transaminase level, there were no other major problems."

"The lawyers of the community are studying medical parole. It shouldn't be a big problem. He can stay in the ancestral hall for another one or two years and then be released to live out his days in peace."

"Brother Hao's sons and daughters all listened to their eldest sister-in-law and moved to Australia, opening luxury hotels and high-end restaurants. They are doing legitimate business and are thriving."

"When Brother Hao is released on medical parole, he will probably move to Australia and enjoy his old age with his two children."

"Afu, have you ever thought about retiring?"

If he had not been concerned about the big boss in the ancestral hall, Yaqi would have retired long ago, gathered the big red sticks in the Yiqun, and given up the position of leader.

The Eight-Faced Buddha gave a bitter smile and said, "Retreat! How can I retreat? If I take a step back, my whole family will die."

Not only will his competitors not let him go, even his former partners will not give him a way out.

"My son is in Barcelona, ​​studying at university. He has been studying there for two years and has no plans to return to Bangkok or Hong Kong."

"My wife has already moved there and bought a villa to take care of the bad boy. Our two daughters are all in junior high school at my hometown."

"I was born in 20. I remember that Brother Hao is the oldest, born in 1931. In a few years, we will be fifty years old, and we will all be old men. We should also consider our future plans!"

The Eight-Faced Buddha sighed for a few words, then picked up the wine glass and drank the Acanthopanax acanthopanax in the glass.

Seeing that his old brother was losing interest, Ya Qi didn't want to continue talking. Life was like this, everyone had their own sufferings, but it seemed pretentious to talk about it.

Neither of them had any interest in talking anymore. They drank glass after glass of wine. A pound of Acanthopanax edulis went into their stomachs entirely. On the contrary, neither of them ate much of the delicious dishes on the table.

After the meal, the two drank a few cups of tea to sober up, and then called Do out to discuss business formally.

The Eight-Faced Buddha did not plan to stay in Hong Kong for long. The longer he stayed, the more dangerous it would be. He had to quickly finalize the deal and return to Chiang Mai to continue being a local tyrant.

"Do, the person next to me is the famous Eight-Faced Buddha. According to seniority, it is not an exaggeration for you to call him Uncle Buddha."

"Afu, this is my disciple, one of our own."

"I won't get involved in your affairs. I've had too much to drink, so I'm going to go back and take a nap. I've prepared dog meat hotpot for dinner, and I promise there won't be any added ingredients. I remember you like this the most, so don't miss it."

Yaqi was not going to stay and act as a light bulb. Besides, the two of them were talking about a business that could cost them their lives. The more people knew about it, the more dangerous it would be.

He went back to his room to take a nap. The Eight-Faced Buddha knew the rules, and the tea money he had paid for the matchmaking would definitely not be small.

The Eight-Faced Buddha stood up and said, "Okay! Only Brother Qi still remembers that I love dog meat hotpot."

"I've been craving this in Chiang Mai for years, and I'm going to have a satisfying taste this time."

"Brother Qi, walk slowly!"

After watching Ya Qi leave, Bamianfo sat back down and looked at the pretty Do. He said with a smile on his face, "Brother Qi said you look like Qi Weiwen from the Number Gang. I thought he was talking nonsense."

"But after seeing you today, I found that Do you are indeed 80% similar to Qi Weiwen. You have a bright future ahead of you."

"It's no problem to cooperate with Yazaku. I can eat as many of the pouncers as there are. But we need to negotiate the price. Fifteen dollars a piece is a bit high."

"The four links, the warehouse, the foot, and the kitchen, all of them should keep their palms up and ask an old man like me for money."

"It's not just the price. I also heard that the effect of the happy pills is not stable. He Shao's little daughter lost her life because she took too many happy pills."

"Push to the street!"

"If I have to eat one and hang one, I don't dare to take it."

As soon as the Eight-Faced Buddha opened his mouth, he praised Do a few words and then started to bargain.

(End of this chapter)