Hong Kong Storm: The King of Jobs

Chapter 268 45: Flies come to the door

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After buying morning tea for Shu Ting and Mei Mei, Bi Shiqiang drove back to the set in Qingshui Bay. Of course, his special small wooden box was filled with coffee, which was prepared for the remaining actors and actresses.

Coffee is the only legal stimulant for working people! Two cups a day is a must.

The business card that Shu Ting received was also received by other actors in the company, all of which were invitations to star in major adult films.

To be honest, the pay is not low. In a movie, each character can be put on heavy makeup. Coupled with the poor camera equipment and lousy photographers of these pornographic film companies, even their biological mothers would not be able to recognize that the men and women in the film are their own children.

If one person receives a business card, it may be a coincidence, but if a group of people receive business cards, it is definitely a premeditated act.

Bi Shiqiang didn't say anything. He alone couldn't solve the problem of Hong Yitang. He first sent his group of hens that could lay golden eggs back home, and then went to the self-service telephone room to call Huanxi.

Let this loser come to the company and discuss together how to deal with this troublesome matter of Hong Yi.

After finishing everything, Booger returned to his agency in Hung Hom.

The name of the agency was given by Bo Xidong, Angel Agency. It was a pretty good name, very fashionable. Because of this fashionable company name, Bi Shiqiang also gave Bo Xidong a red envelope of 8,888.

The big red seal of eight thousand eight hundred and eighty-eight must be held up even if the sky falls.

Bo Xidong is not afraid of the sky falling. This Pujie is a man who fears neither heaven nor earth. Since he became the cash king of Hong Kong underworld, he has become even more arrogant. To use the words of this Pujie boss, if the sky falls, he has Wu Dalang to hold it up, so there is no need to be afraid!
Since Sheng Ye took it seriously, Bo Xidong took it even more seriously. He directly invited his uncles, who were highly respected and knew him well, to be witnesses. He set up eight tables in one go and officially accepted him as his henchman.

Something happened in the company, so of course Bi Shiqiang had to find his new boss. However, as soon as he arrived at the company's gate, he found a bunch of people waiting for him. It seemed that trouble had come.

Today is really Tai Sui Day, it is a bad day for the year and everything goes wrong!

"Brother Qiang, long time no see. You are a noble man who forgets things easily. You certainly don't remember a small person like me. I am Hongyi's night owl chicken. If you don't give me face, you can call me Chicken. If you give me face, you can call me Brother Chicken."

The Night Owl Chicken, who had appeared in his ears countless times today, stood in front of him so arrogantly. Bi Shiqiang felt a little surprised. He smiled and said, "Thank you for your hard work, Brother Chicken. You have been working as a security guard for me so early in the morning."

"Brother Jizai wants to talk, I'm sure you're welcome to do so. How about this, let me open the door of the company and invite you guys in for a cup of tea."

The gangsters in Hongyi looked at the leader, Night Owl Chicken, and when they saw him nod in agreement, they made way for Bi Shiqiang to open the door.

No one dared to take action in public. As a veteran gangster, Bi Shiqiang had already planned on these young scoundrels from beginning to end. But then again, there were more and more gangsters, housing estate thugs, and pupil gangs in the underworld.

The company's glass door opened, and Snotlout took the chain in his hand and walked into the office first.

Yemaoji stood at the gate of Angel Agency and did not rush in. He was also a "Sijiuzi" and a formal member of the society. The "Hong" in Hongyi was also the "Hong" in Hongmen. If he did not follow the rules of Hongmen, he would be laughed at.

"All men are brothers in the four seas, and we meet our sworn brothers at the top of the three mountains."

Night Owl Chicken recited Hong Yi's opening poem and waited for Bi Shiqiang's response.

If Yemaoji hadn't spoken, Bishiqiang would have left this bunch of losers alone, but once the Hongmen poem came out, he had to respond. However, he didn't know much about the Hongmen idioms, and could only memorize the one from his own sect.

Are you kidding me? What era is this? Reciting poems is so outdated!

However, he knew two common phrases, and quickly answered: "Five people wrote a poem separately, but no one knew the poem on Hong Ying. From then on, it was passed on to all the brothers, and they later recognized each other and reunited."

"Since you are a Hongmen brother, you are welcome to come in."

Bi Shiqiang politely invited Yemaoji and others into the company. He boiled water in a kettle to make tea for these uninvited guests.

"Brother Qiang, don't worry. People like us don't like to drink tea. We prefer to drink XO."

"We are all Hongmen brothers. Let's give Brother Qiang a way to make money. Let's all get rich together. Brother Qiang just needs to arrange the schedules of his actors and help us Hongyi shoot two adult films. As for the remuneration, Brother Qiang, you can name whatever you want. I promise not to bargain."

Night Owl Chicken sat on the sofa, crossed his legs arrogantly, took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, slammed it on the coffee table, and spoke arrogantly to Bi Shiqiang who was pouring tea.

Bi Shiqiang only poured a cup of water for Ye Maoji and put it on the coffee table. Then he sat opposite Ye Maoji and said with a smile: "Brother Ji Zai, you are really joking. Our Angel Agency is a formal agency."

"I think we should forget about making porn movies."

"My boss told me when I started my company that I should not do anything illegal. If I offended him, I would have no food to eat and would have to beg on the street."

"How about this? I'll host you at noon today. Please ask all the brothers present to set up a table at the Zhonghuaxing Restaurant downstairs as an apology to all the big guys."

At the beginning, Bi Shiqiang was very tempted to make an adult film, but Dong Ge disagreed, saying that it was not the right time yet. He had to give up. After all, he was only the general manager in front of the stage, and the real boss of Angel Agency was the handsome Sheng, Mr. Sheng.

Seeing that Bi Shiqiang refused so straightforwardly, Ye Maoji frowned, snorted coldly, and said, "We are all Hongmen brothers. There is no need to hide it. Everyone in the underworld knows that Angel Agency is the property of Handsome Sheng."

"Coincidentally, my boss's name also has the word 'Jing' in it, 'Jing Nan Ge', the boss of Hongyi Causeway Bay, and my boss is B Zai Heng, the boss of Hongyi."

"Handsome guy is famous, but I am not a weakling. Others are afraid of you, the water room, but we, Hongyi, are not afraid."

"Be sensible and ask your prostitute to come out and make some porn movies. She can help you guys have fun when you guys are having sex in bed. If you don't, I will be very angry and I will skin you alive!"

As the Night Owl stretched his legs, he kicked the cup on the coffee table over. The cup made a crisp sound, and the water spilled on the coffee table and dripped onto the floor.

"Damn it, am I just too excited to wake up early this morning, or am I still drunk from last night? I actually heard someone asking the bathroom to be more sensible. Let me see who is so arrogant."

"To choose that star, you really don't know how high the sky is and how deep the earth is!"

Huanxi yawned and walked through the glass door of Angel Agency. He glanced at Yemaoji sitting on the sofa and found that he was a small character he had never seen before, so he felt relieved and didn't need to inform Dong Ge. Although he was alone, he had experienced many big scenes with Dong Ge and Sheng Ye, so he was not afraid of these weaklings, but he didn't dare to be careless. These bad boys didn't look big, they were all middle-aged, that is, the pupil party that all the brothers on the road felt headache.

These street thugs are all bold and ruthless, and they don't care about your reputation in the underworld. Some of them even specifically target famous underworld figures, for no other reason than to become famous and stand out in the underworld.

Huanxi didn't know Yemaoji, but Yemaoji knew Huanxi. He swallowed the curse that was about to come out of his mouth, because he was also in the peripheral business. In Hong Kong, there was only Shuifang that was engaged in the peripheral business of the English Football League One. In other words, Yemaoji was Huanxi's peripheral boatman.

After all, the boxing champion is doing business in Hong Kong Island. After all, the bad boys in Hong Kong can spend more money than those in Kowloon. The Form 5 boys in private schools only watch the BBC TV station in their hometown, so they are naturally fans of the English League One.

The pocket money of middle school students who attend private schools is several hundred dollars a week, which is more than the monthly salary of the strong laborers in the housing estate. The rich, the poor, and the fools all know whose money is easier to make.

"Brother Huanxi, I'm a night owl, and I'm Brother Baohua's boat boy."

Yemaoji changed his arrogant attitude, stood up quickly and greeted Huanxi.

The name Baohua sounded familiar. Huanxi thought for a long time before he remembered who Baohua was. He was a red stick of the Lianying Society. After they had sat together for supper, he started doing the lottery business with him. However, the stakes were not big. It was not even a big boat, but just a small one.

"Those who work with Baohua work with Huanxi, those who work with Huanxi work with Dongge, those who work with Dongge work with Yau Ma Tei Tong, and those who work with Yau Ma Tei Tong work for Master Sheng."

"This agency is Dong Ge and Sheng Ye's business. Don't be so blind or you'll be chopped into eight pieces and sold like boiled chicken!"

"That's it for today. I have a headache. Get out of here now."

Huanxi pulled over a chair and sat down on it. He said a lot of things like a tongue twister, telling this little shrimp who had started working with him to get out of here.

Yemaoji, who was standing aside, felt a little embarrassed. Although he was working with Huanxi to earn money, he was, after all, a gangster of Hongyi.

Good brother, if the gang leader asks you to come out and do something, if you get scolded, you will leave in disgrace and return with nothing. In the future, you will lose face in the gang and won't have the chance to speak.

He coughed awkwardly twice, laughed a few times, licked his upper lip, and said with a smile: "Brother Huanxi, you are talking, of course I have to give you face, but I am here today, but someone else will come tomorrow, and the matter still needs to be resolved."

"Brother Huanxi, 50,000 yuan for a play is already a sky-high price."

"Now, Fourth Brother only needs 100,000 yuan to make a movie. If the makeup is a little thicker and the screen is a little shaky, you can't see the actor's face. This is for your sake, Brother Huanxi."

"My boss, Liangnan, has a bad temper, like a cannon, and will ignite at any time. Then everyone will be in trouble."

Huanxi, who was sitting on the chair, scratched his ears and felt that he was hallucinating. It was unbelievable that Hongyi, a moldy society, could now come out and make decisions.

Even the boss of Hongyi, the boss named B Zaiheng, is not qualified to sit with Sheng Ye and discuss business. The big boss Liang Nan, as Yemaoji calls him, only has one strip bar in Causeway Bay. He has no money, no henchmen, not to mention power!
"Are you talking about Bingo?"

"Jiangnan? Hongyi? Are you kidding me?"

"My Dingye is the handsome guy Sheng, the future double flower red stick of Shuifang. My boss is Bocai Dong, the cash king of Yau Ma Tei. I can take out a few hundred thousand and kill the big boss you are talking about."

"I must give Baohua a call someday. They have a very bad eye for selecting boats. They are not sharp at all and can't make a big boat at all."

"I don't have much money in my pocket, but I'm trying to imitate others and make a movie. It's really meaningless."

"Get out of here!"

After being pointed at and scolded by Huanxi, Yemaoji felt it was not right to stay any longer. After all, he still had to continue doing the odds business with the banker in the water room and do the peripheral work. If there was no banker, it would be useless even if he had more clients.

The bookmaker looks at credibility and payment ability. Even a big boat requires a capital of 300,000 yuan, after all, it has to cash in the tickets for customers.

Therefore, the most critical point in the periphery is not the customers, but the ability to pay.

Not to mention the night owls, even the Hong Yi Tang behind him couldn't maintain the outside betting business, and couldn't even issue a flower stall.

The means of survival for small-time Hong Kong tycoons is valet parking and selling goods in gambling dens. Some of the smarter ones will only open an underground gambling den.

"Brother Huanxi, I won't disturb you from talking to Brother Qiang about business. Goodbye!"

Yemaoji knew that the Shuifang was behind this company, so he could say a few harsh words, but in a real fight, even if all the people in Hongyitang were put together, they would not be able to defeat a gang.

Wave your hands happily and casually, letting this weakling disappear from your sight as soon as possible, so as not to ruin your good mood.

Bi Shiqiang, who was sitting on the sofa, felt relieved when he saw Ye Maoji leaving with his men. He said with a little fear: "Good brother, it's a good thing you came, otherwise I really don't know how this would end."

"It seems that the company needs to find a few reliable young men to support it. I, the general manager, can't be the one at the forefront."

"But Brother Huanxi is so bold! Just like Zhao Zilong in the play, he dares to charge into battle alone. I really admire him!"

Huanxi, who was sitting on a chair, took out a Camel cigarette with French words on it, picked out two, threw one to Bishiqiang, held one in his mouth, and said incoherently, "Damn it, do you really think I'm a tough guy like Shengye?"

"Mr. Sheng is good at double-flowered red sticks, but I am only good at white-paper fan. These street thugs are only a few years younger than us."

"But at that time, we were just blue lanterns, and we didn't even have a chance to go out and dry the horses."

"It's different now. These pupil gangs are all very brave. They are either sniffing or snatching. In the future, the martial arts world will definitely be in chaos because of these pounces!"

(End of this chapter)