1982 Started from Hong Kong

Chapter 140

"When we get to the police station, no matter what the Hong Kong people ask, we will speak to them in our hometown dialect."

When going down the stairs, Zhai Yuan and the two masters walked at the end of the team and gave instructions to them.

The Five Shaolin Patriarchs have already obtained their identity documents in Hong Kong, so they are not worried about being deported. What they are mainly afraid of is that these two people are not clear about the specific situation and say too much in front of the police, which would make it inappropriate to have the one million Hong Kong dollars confiscated.

As for Xie Hushan, let him wake up first.

The two men hummed, and observed the uniforms worn by the policemen closely, commenting in low voices and making low laughs from time to time.

"Hong Kong police officers are dressed in a way that's neither Chinese nor Western. It's really ugly."

"The hats are weird too, they're worn askew. If I were the captain I'd kick them all to death!"

Zhai Yuan ignored them and while waiting for the elevator, he approached the leader in uniform.

"Sir, these two of my employees are from the mainland. When you are giving your testimony later, feel free to contact me if you have any language barriers."

"Speak Mandarin? It doesn't matter, we have guys who can speak Mandarin."

"It's not Mandarin, it's the southern Henan dialect."

"Southern Henan? Shaolin Temple?"

Zhai Yuan nodded, and the team of uniformed soldiers looked at Shangguan Yonggan and Weixing again, their eyes changed color, with a bit of curiosity and admiration.

In early 1982, Jet Li's "Shaolin Temple" became a huge success and became popular throughout Southeast Asia except Taiwan.

It even grossed 16 million in Hong Kong, and despite having a lousy cinema chain it still ranked fourth in the country, with over one million moviegoers in Hong Kong.

He was even nominated for Best Action Director at last night's Academy Awards.

In the simple hearts of the audience in this era: Chen Shilong = good at fighting, Shaolin monks = super good at fighting.

"I wonder if I'll have the honor of showing them off when we get to the police station later?"

The leading sergeant looked like he had never seen the world before: "If he is really a skilled fighter, we can hire him as a coach. We have previously invited Master Liu Jialiang, who filmed "North and South Shaolin", but he was busy filming and didn't have time."

What Master Haideng...

Zhai Yuan was speechless, but he didn't know that in the minds of these soldiers in uniform, they had already imagined a big drama of two masters fighting with the gun-wielding Xie Hushan for three hundred rounds.

The elevator quickly reached the first floor.

The uniformed soldiers escorted the unconscious Xie Hushan out of the office building and walked towards the assault vehicle at the door.

Zhai Yuan and the two masters followed side by side behind.

A sudden change occurred!

A motorcycle suddenly came roaring, the sound of its engine was particularly sharp.

The rider was wearing a helmet. He slowed down when passing the entrance of the office building, controlled the bike with one hand, and pulled out a short dog from his arms with the other hand, and raised his hand to hit a group of soldiers in uniform.

"Lower your head!"

Shangguan Yonggan shouted a warning in a deep voice, and pressed down hard on Zhai Yuan's neck.

boom!boom!
Two violent gunshots were heard in quick succession.

The first shot hit Xie Hushan's chest, splashing a wave of blood.

The second shot passed over Zhai Yuan's head and hit the glass door behind him. The entire glass door shattered and collapsed.

After firing two shots, the gunman stepped on the accelerator without hesitation.

The motorcycle engine roared and in the blink of an eye it rushed out more than ten meters away.

On the street, the pedestrians passing by were in chaos as if a place had exploded with screams.

At this time, the uniformed police officers in Hong Kong finally reacted and drew their guns and looked for cover.

"Is anyone okay? Is anyone okay?"

The leading sergeant huddled behind the assault vehicle, holding his gun in both hands and yelling loudly, sweat on his temples and a look of tension on his face.

"Head, the suspect was shot in the chest!"

The person in charge of escorting Xie Hushan threw the military uniform on the ground immediately after the gunshot.

Now he went back to Xie Hushan and found that there was blood coming out of the corner of his mouth and a hoarse sound coming from his throat as he struggled to breathe.

"Calling headquarters! A gunfight broke out in Ngau Tau Kok. The perpetrator was driving a red and white motorcycle, wearing a motorcycle suit and a black helmet. He just escaped from Tung Ming Street. Requesting support!"

Amidst the chaotic scene, Zhai Yuan slowly raised his head.

He rubbed the back of his neck which was pinched red by Shangguan Yonggan, looked back at the shattered glass door with a frightened expression.

If it were just a little bit off, there would be a hole in the head.

"Mr. Zhai, I'm afraid this incident is not as simple as a robbery. For your personal safety, please come back to the police station with us as soon as possible."

There was a public hospital nearby, and the ambulance arrived quickly five minutes later.

Several people in white coats put Xie Hushan on a stretcher and carried him into the ambulance, then drove away.

Seeing that the incident had calmed down, Sergeant Zhan was afraid that something unexpected would happen again, so he urged Zhai Yuan to return to the police station to assist in the investigation.

"No, no, my legs are weak and I can't walk anymore."

Zhai Yuan sat on the steps of the office building. As he spoke, he raised his hand to stop the military uniform who came to help him: "Don't touch me, my heart is not feeling well, I'm so scared~"

Seeing him sitting on the ground, patting his chest with a frightened look, the policemen present all had helplessness written all over their faces.

"Atou, what should we do now?"

"…Seal off the scene first."

And just as the cordon was being set up.

The reporters who heard the news finally arrived.

Facing the clicking flash lights and the microphone almost stuffed into his mouth.

A group of soldiers in uniform waved their hands and moved away.

At this moment, Zhai Yuan's long voice suddenly sounded.

"Yuntian... Lord Qingtian, you have to make the decision for me!"

He stood up and hugged Sergeant who was trying his best to avoid the camera. As the other's face was full of fear, he hugged him and looked at the camera together.

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"This afternoon, a shooting occurred at the entrance of an office building near Tong Ming Street in Ngau Tau Kok. According to information reported by our reporter..."

The TV was reporting on the shooting incident outside the Jiuyi Entertainment Center.

There was no light in the hotel room, and the picture reflected on Xu Jiasheng's face flickered, appearing a bit ugly.

Things are getting a little out of my control.

He felt that this was the least likely to go wrong and also the simplest part of all his plans since coming to Hong Kong.

But an accident happened.

Xie Hushan was actually dealt with so easily?

What's more, someone actually killed someone to silence him while the police were escorting Xie Hushan.

On the surface, it seems that you are helping yourself solve the problem, but in fact you are making things worse.

Xu Jiasheng's first reaction was that some of the community elders he met last night had wronged him and were deliberately framing him.

But then he thought again and felt that something was wrong. Not to mention whether the Hong Kong gangsters had the courage to pull out a gun in front of the police, the fact that he sent Xie Hushan to intimidate Zhai Yuan happened in less than a day, and only a few brothers of the Xu family knew about it.

"Could it be that he directed and acted in the film himself?"

Looking at the TV screen and the innocent look of Zhai Yuan complaining in front of the camera, Xu Jiasheng's heart skipped a beat.

There was a knock on the door.

Bringing Xu Jiasheng back to his senses.

The younger brother sent out to collect information reported the situation outside to him.

"Twelve Young Master, you asked us to bring Qiao Yanni back, but she is not in the hotel at all."

Xu Jiasheng's heart sank when he heard this, and he couldn't help but stand up.

Xie Hushan was shot. No matter whether he survives or not, he must not be given the chance to identify himself.

Qiao Yanni is the key person. Not only can this woman be used to make Xie Hushan shut up, but as Xie Hushan's mistress whom he took with him when he fled from Taiwan, she naturally knows a lot of secrets and must be warned not to speak carelessly.

But now Qiao Yanni is missing?

Xu Jiasheng was rarely angry, his eyes were fierce, "Gan Lin's mother! Doesn't Xinji have the most brothers? You can't even keep an eye on a woman? Find her for me immediately! Even if she's a dead body, I want to see it with my own eyes!"

…………

When Xu Jiasheng was furious, Zhai Yuan was sitting in the police station leisurely drinking coffee.

"Mr. Zhai, I just received news from the hospital that the robber who robbed your company at gunpoint has died."

In the interrogation room of Ngau Tau Kok Police Station, Zhai Yuan and a man in military uniform sat opposite each other and were recording their statements as usual.

Upon learning that Xie Hushan was dead, Zhai Yuan bit the straw with his teeth and exerted a little force.

"Really? That's a shame."

Then he raised his head as if nothing had happened and continued to stare at the military uniform in front of him with interest.

"What's your name, Sir?"

"My last name is Zhang Jiahui, and my police number is PC17560."

Nineteen-year-old Zhang Jiahui has not had double eyelid surgery yet. His single eyelids are squinting, and the corners of his eyes droop a little, so Zhai Yuan is not sure of his identity.

It was not until he asked his name that Zhai Yuan couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

Hong Kong is really too small.

I never thought that I would run into the future movie star while visiting a police station.

Huagulong, who was still in military uniform at this time, felt nervous and envious when he saw his young boss, who was only one year younger than him according to his profile.

I was envious, needless to say, but I was also nervous because I didn't know why the other person was asking for my name. Had I offended him during the interview? Did this rich guy want to complain?

With a nervous mood, he planned to complete the process as quickly as possible and leave.

So his tone became more polite: "Mr. Zhai, excuse me for asking, have you offended anyone recently?"

"No, except for the film distributors in Formosa, but I don't think they have anything to do with this matter."

"Did you know the deceased before?"

"I don't know him. It was my first time meeting him. He threatened me with a gun right away. Fortunately, my employees are very skilled."

Zhai Yuan did not reveal Xie Hushan's identity to the police.

Xie Hushan is a living person. Even if he was burned and disfigured, the police can easily find out his identity. Then the blame will naturally fall on Xu Jiasheng. There is no need for me to put the blame on him myself now.

The public pressure from reporters outside has been enough, and since it involves armed robbery and murder in the street, the police will definitely investigate it thoroughly.

So it is best not to get too involved, play the role of a victim who knows nothing, and get out of it as soon as possible.

A confession was quickly obtained.

After writing the last word in his confession, Zhang Jiahui breathed a sigh of relief.

"Mr. Zhai, please take a look. If there are no problems, please sign it."

Zhai Yuan took the confession paper, glanced at it briefly, and then wrote:
Read!

After obtaining the confession, Zhang Jiahui sent Zhai Yuan out of the police station after seeking approval from his superiors.

"Sir Zhang, how much do you make per month making military uniforms?"

Standing outside the police station, Zhai Yuan took the initiative to ask Zhang Jiahui.

Zhang Jiahui hesitated for a moment, then said honestly, "Two thousand seven hundred yuan."

He has been in the industry for two years and is earning the lowest salary for a junior officer.

"Are you interested in filming and becoming a star? I'll give you an extra 300 yuan, and the film remuneration is another matter."

Zhai Yuan took out a business card from Jiuyi Entertainment and handed it to him: "Good boy, why don't you be an official? How many years do you have to work in military uniforms before you can get promoted? Why don't you consider developing in my company? Call me if you think it through."

There is a saying in Hong Kong that a good man doesn't become a policeman and a good woman doesn't prostitute herself on the street.

In the past, the older generation said that good guys don’t become policemen, and they were scolding policemen for only helping foreigners to oppress Chinese people. But in this era of economic boom, people dislike policemen for not earning enough.

Even as civil servants, policemen earn the least.

Last year, a few thousand foreign soldiers stationed in Hong Kong who did nothing took away 15 billion Hong Kong dollars in military funds, while the entire police force of more than 11 police officers only had an expenditure of billion. This shows the situation.

"Become a star?"

Looking at Zhai Yuan's leaving back, Zhang Jiahui stood at the door of the police station, holding the Jiuyi Entertainment business card in his hand, lost in thought.

…………

The entire office building where Jiuyi Entertainment is located was blocked.

This means that Zhai Yuan's company will have to close for a few days.

But this is no loss for him. Now the company has only opened one play and other businesses have not yet been launched. It doesn’t matter whether there is an office space or not.

"Director, is there enough money for filming?"

After calling to inquire about Wu Yusen and the others' location, Zhai Yuan drove to the Zhashan Road on Fei'e Mountain.

This is where the scene where Xiao Ma Ge and Song Zihao expressed their true feelings was later filmed. Wu Yusen went around looking for scenes and actually found the original place.

At this time, two machines were operating on the top of the mountain, and a group of workers set up the suggested resting place.

"Is the boss coming here to supervise us personally?"

Wu Yusen was sitting on a chair discussing a play with Wan Ziliang and Di Long. When he heard Zhai Yuan's voice, he stood up and greeted him.

They had been filming for a day and were apparently unaware of the shooting that had taken place at the company.

At this time, he was still laughing and joking with Zhai Yuan, "Of course, the more funding the better. Boss, do you want additional investment?"

Although the production costs of local films have skyrocketed in the past two years, five million is still more than enough to shoot "A Better Tomorrow".

Besides, Wu Yusen is not as fond of special effects as his good friend Xu Qi, and his cost control is also good.

"Forget it, do you expect him to make additional investments?"

Peng Jiayan was also at the scene. She was originally learning filming experience from Wu Yusen. After hearing the conversation between the two, she looked at Zhai Yuan with disdain.

She said: "If this stingy guy is willing to pay, I will write my name upside down."

"Why does it have to be Yan?"

Zhai Yuan chuckled, patted the small suitcase in his hand, and opened it in front of the two of them, revealing stacks of Hong Kong dollars inside.

"I don't have more than that, 500,000. You should be more careful in filming this movie."

Wu Yusen stared at the banknotes in the box with his eyes wide open.

After all these years in the industry, this is the first time I’ve heard of a boss chasing after someone to give him money.

In the past, whether it was Zhaoshi, Jiahe or Xinyicheng, when it came to insufficient funds, the bosses would always ask the directors to overcome the difficulties themselves.

Has Boss Zhai changed his personality?

"How's it going, Yan Jia Peng?"

Zhai Yuan shook the banknotes in the box and raised his eyebrows at Peng Jiayan proudly.

The one million Hong Kong dollars that Xie Hushan brought to him was divided into two parts by him, and half a million of them was right in front of him.

Another half million was used to reserve two new cars, a Porsche 928 and a Ferrari 308.

Since it’s not my own money, I don’t feel bad at all when I spend it.

Thanks to the top brother Xu Jiasheng for sending me two supercars.

"You're crazy. You're showing off with so much cash everywhere. Aren't you afraid of being robbed?"

Peng Jiayan was caught off guard by him and started to criticize him from a different angle.

"You're quite caring."

Zhai Yuan said something sarcastically, threw the suitcase into Wu Yusen's arms, and walked towards the filming set in a dignified manner.

"Boss, sit down!"

Wu Yusen displayed unprecedented attentiveness, pulling out a chair for Zhai Yuan and ordering the staff, "Hey, please light two more mosquito coils and bring them over. Is the water boiling? Make a cup of hot tea..."

Peng Jiayan looked at Wu Yusen who was busy running around and rolled her eyes.

Alas, capital!
"I heard that your film might clash with Chen Shilong's Project A and New One City's new film?"

Wu Yusen began to coordinate the scene. During the filming, Peng Jiayan moved a chair and sat next to Zhai Yuan and asked.

"Yes, at this rate, I estimate that the filming of this drama will be finished by the end of the year, which is also the best time for schedule."

Zhai Yuan leaned back in his chair, rocking back and forth. "Princess Yin told me clearly that it's impossible to schedule a film for me. I just don't know if there's any hope for Jiahe."

Pang Chia-yan pursed her lips and shook her head: "Not much hope. Every time Chen Shih-lung's movie is released, it is always shown at Jiahe Cinema for more than seven screenings."

"It doesn't matter. Yindu and several theater chains have contacted me, and they only give me half of the profit share. I'll contact Uncle Zhao Liu later. He doesn't plan to continue making movies, so it's better for me to use those theater chains and give Zhao's a share of the profit."

Zhai Yuan rubbed his face, then suddenly turned to ask her, "Is Li Hanxiang and Liang Jiahui's film 'The Burning of the Old Summer Palace' going to be released in Hong Kong soon?"

After receiving Peng Jiayan's affirmative answer, Zhai Yuan nodded.

This movie is also a big production. In the final scene, a fire burned down part of the real scene of the Old Summer Palace that cost more than 600,000 yuan to build, which is equivalent to the half-year output value of China Film Studio.

If it is released earlier, it will be a good opportunity to observe the potential of Zuo Bei Cinema in Hong Kong.

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"Brother Brave, what are you thinking about?"

After Wei Xing finished recording his statement at the police station, he was walking back to the walled city. Seeing Shangguan Yonggan beside him without saying a word, he couldn't help but ask him.

It was already nightfall, and the streetlights illuminated half of Shangguan Yonggan's face, which was serious and stern.

He turned his head and glanced at the satellite. After a moment of silence, he asked, "Are you hiding something from me?"

"How is that possible!"

Satellite laughed, avoiding his scrutinizing gaze and acting nonchalant.

Shangguan Yonggan frowned, paused, and then continued, "But the gunman on the motorcycle today looks a bit like Wang Tuqiang to me."

"Ah! Really?" Wei Xing blinked. "Wang Tuqiang can ride a motorcycle?"

"You two have been whispering together a lot lately. Don't think I don't know anything!"

Shangguan Yonggan glared at him and stopped talking. He stretched out his long legs and walked quickly towards the martial arts hall.

Seeing this, the satellite hurried to follow.

Return to the martial arts gym.

Wang Tuqiang and the two brothers Zhang Yaowen and Zhang Yaowu were sitting under a locust tree playing poker.

Seeing Shangguan Yonggan and Weixing coming back, the three of them nodded and greeted them.

Wei Xing stood behind Shangguan Yonggan and nodded at Wang Tuqiang, signaling him to run away first.

"return!"

Wang Tuqiang had just taken two steps when Shangguan Yonggan grabbed him by the back of the neck.

Without any further ado, he grabbed Wang Tuqiang's right hand and put it under his nose and smelled it carefully.

A faint smell of gunpowder rushed into my nostrils.

"You bastard, you even learned how to ride a motorcycle!"

Shangguan Yonggan was furious and kicked Wang Tuqiang in the thigh.

(End of this chapter)