1982 Started from Hong Kong

Chapter 4 At least one person must die

After leaving the housing estate, Zhai Yuan went straight to school.

I was so focused on how to make my first pot of gold that I almost forgot about the six-year financial management fund I bought from Fei Zai Jun.

Fifty per month, every payment is on time. I wasn’t so punctual in paying my social security in my previous life!

No one cares, right?
Okay, I’ll let you know what a fucking surprise is later!

A plan gradually became clear in Zhai Yuan's mind.

He was angry and walked faster, and soon he was standing at the school gate again.

I skipped two classes and didn't stay at home too long, so school wasn't over yet.

Zhai Yuan rushed straight into the school gate, and the security guard subconsciously tried to stop him.

"Hey, stop..."

"Fuck off!"

"okay!"

Instead of going back to his own class, Zhai Yuan went all the way to Form 6 Class E and heard chattering sounds in the corridor.

He stood by the window and saw a pair of student lovers kissing each other as if no one was around. Their classmates were cheering on them, and the substitute teacher had disappeared long ago.

Bang!
Zhai Yuan kicked the door open and the classroom suddenly became quiet.

"Is Feizaijun here?" I glanced across the classroom, but didn't find the familiar face.

The boy who was kissing just now looked unhappy. He hugged the girl in his arms and stared at Zhai Yuan in a frivolous manner.

"Who are you? Brother Jun was attacked by a punk just now and is now in the hospital for treatment. I am his good brother Yan Wang, tell me something!"

"King of Hell?" Zhai Yuan laughed out loud at the nickname.

This is just like the online names of non-mainstream young people after the millennium, such as Tears of Sorrow, Crying Blood, and Invincible Tyrannosaurus.

Full of uncultured middle school feeling.

"Brother Yan Wang, he seems to be laughing at you." a student reminded.

The King of Hell was furious and slammed the table: "Boy, what the hell are you laughing at? Do you want to fight me in a duel?"

Zhai Yuan blinked: "Hey, you mean the one-on-one duel."

Yan Wang was stunned, and before he could react, Zhai Yuan suddenly grabbed the yellow hair on his head and slammed him hard on the desk!
"Brother Yan Wang, Brother Yan Wang, Brother Yan Wang, you are the one who is in trouble!"

"Bang!" "Bang!" Yan Wang's forehead came into close contact with the desk, making a series of muffled sounds.

By the time Zhai Yuan let go of his hand, the scoundrel named Yan Wang had already fainted and slid down the chair to the ground.

"Who else is Fei Zaijun's good brother?"

Zhai Yuan brushed off the broken hair between his fingers and glanced around. More than a dozen boys in the class avoided his gaze.

Zhai Yuan stretched his neck and said arrogantly: "The one who attacked Fei Zaijun in your mouth is me.

Tell Fei Zaijun that Daddy is not satisfied with beating him first, so he will continue to wait for him at the school gate at 6 o'clock in the afternoon. If he doesn't dare to come, I will take charge of this middle school from now on!"

After saying these harsh words, Zhai Yuan swaggered out of the classroom.

As soon as he turned the corner of the corridor, he ran away!

He ran all the way to the edge of the playground and then glanced back. Seeing that no one was chasing him, Zhai Yuan breathed a sigh of relief.

It’s so exciting to just pretend to be cool and run away!

At the same time, in the Form 6 Class E classroom.

A group of students looked at each other in confusion. It was not until about a minute after Zhai Yuan left that someone came forward and helped Yan Wang up from the ground.

"Who is this guy? Why is he so arrogant?"

"I don't know, he looks a bit like a student from the next class."

"Brother Yan Wang, what should we do now?"

"A bunch of idiots! Can't you see it?" Yan Wang was very prominent. He touched the blood on his forehead and took a hissing breath. "Obviously, other people are trying to steal our business. Go to the hospital to find Brother Jun and ask him to ask the big guys to come over to support us. There will definitely be a big storm tonight!"

……

Zhai Yuan didn’t know whether there would be a big storm in the underworld tonight.

But he intends to create a public opinion storm.

If you encounter a conflict that cannot be resolved, then intensify it to the maximum extent.

Someone will naturally come forward to mediate when the time comes.

This is a little bit of life experience summed up by Zhai Yuan.

Coming out of the school, he hailed a taxi directly.

"Let's go to the nearest newspaper office." The driver quickly took him to the destination. Zhai Yuan asked him to wait for a moment and walked into the newspaper office alone.

Not long after, he came out with a young reporter, who had a camera hanging around his neck. He excitedly pulled Zhai Yuan and asked him all sorts of questions.

"Go to the second one."

Then came the third and the fourth. Zhai Yuan went in and out of different newspapers until he was followed by six or seven reporters from different newspapers.

Although Hong Kong is a small city, it is home to many newspaper offices.

Especially in the past two years, with the rise of the film and television industry, gossip tabloids and magazines have sprung up like mushrooms after a rain, with more than fifty newspapers and newspapers of all sizes published every day.

"Handsome boy, did you really see Tan Yonglin bring two schoolgirls to the hotel?"

"Could it be possible that you recognized the wrong person? Think about it carefully so as not to waste everyone's time."

"Yeah, how do you know the schedule of a famous star? Are you lying to us?"

The reporters surrounded Zhai Yuan and talked to him at once.

Zhai Yuan looked sad, with hatred and determination in his eyes: "One of the female students he took away was my girlfriend."

The silence was deafening.

Several reporters looked at each other, and the next second they all showed excitement, looking at Zhai Yuan as if he was looking at a gold mine.

Even the next day’s front-page headline had been thought out:

"Tan Yonglin cheated on two women until his legs weakened, and the underage victim caught him in the act was terrified! "

Just take two photos and you can come up with new headlines. This is a traditional skill of Hong Kong media.

Just like Ah Cheng, one of the Four Heavenly Kings in later generations, when he was in love with his girlfriend Ah Lin, the two stayed at home for more than a day. The next day, the news headline was "Ah Lin Massacres the City for 33 Hours!"

A certain actress had a flat chest and was nicknamed "zero-wave ribs" by the Hong Kong media. Later, the actress used technology to change her appearance, but when she gave birth to a child, the Hong Kong media jumped out and exaggerated her face, calling her an "artificial human with a cone-shaped face chasing a child."

The main focus is not to add oil or salt.

"Anyway, if you won't help me, I'll contact other newspapers."

Zhai Yuan bit his lip and raised his head slightly, making an expression as if he had been wronged but was stubborn and refused to bow his head.

The underworld is a common problem in Hong Kong and does not attract the interest of journalists. Besides, if the news is reported, the newspaper office might be burned down the next day.

But celebrity gossip is different. It is eye-catching and safe. At most you will receive a few lawyers' letters, which are too hard to even use to deal with your own problems.

Zhai Yuan was certain that these tabloid reporters would never let go of this news.

Sure enough, as soon as he finished speaking, several reporters immediately patted their chests and spoke righteously.

"Don't worry, brother. We are all men, so of course we should help each other. I will accompany you to the hotel to arrest the man now!"

"This celebrity is really too much. I will help you expose him!"

"Handsome boy, there are many beautiful women out there. If you are willing to let me do an interview, I will introduce my sister to you!"

At this time, they don't doubt whether they will be deceived.

After all, what boy would use his innocence to spread rumors?

"Thank you, brothers!" Zhai Yuan rubbed his eyes with emotion: "Please wait here for me for five minutes. I'll go buy something next door and then take you to the hotel right away."

After he said that, he ran straight to a market across the street and disappeared in the crowd in a flash.

"What the hell is going on?" A reporter stretched his neck to look across.

"Could he be going to buy a weapon? Young people like this are the most impulsive." Another reporter said slowly.

"Is it such a big deal? If it's true, should we stop him?"

Everyone fell silent and stopped talking.

For journalists, first-hand news means fame and fortune. The bigger the news, the more money they make, and their status in the newspaper will also rise.

If you have any conscience, you shouldn't get into this business. Not actively handing a knife to Zhai Yuan is already their moral bottom line.

Not long after, Zhai Yuan reappeared across the street.

But what was different from before was that he was wearing a black jacket and he didn’t even have time to tear off the tag.

"Brothers, you can go now. I will lead the way for you!"

Zhai Yuan tightened his coat and called on the reporters to walk towards the city.

Several reporters followed closely behind, staring at Zhai Yuan's slightly loose new coat, guessing that he might have hidden the murder weapon inside.

A student was trapped in love and stabbed the king of music in the street?

The reporters looked at each other and saw the gleam in each other's eyes.

Like a fly smelling blood.

The king and his student, at least one of them must die today!
(End of this chapter)