1982 Started from Hong Kong

Chapter 69 My name is Shangguan Yonggan
Su Long led Zhai Yuan out of the office and took the elevator down to the garage on the basement floor.

The underground garage covers an area of about two to three hundred square meters, which is considered spacious in Yau Tsim District, where every inch of land is valuable.

The venue was quite empty, with a few cars parked here and there.

There were more workers in yellow work clothes, loading some disassembled auto parts onto trailers and sending them out of the garage.

Zhai Yuan looked around with interest and asked, "Uncle Long is still involved in the smuggling of cars?"

Su Long said without hesitation: "I have a license plate. The car was sent here for disassembly and reassembly, and then transported to Tsuen Wan. As for where it is sold in Tsuen Wan, it has nothing to do with me."

Although the origin of the car is not mentioned, if you use your brain a little, you will know that it was most likely stolen from places such as the mainland, Japan, and Formosa.

After dismantling and modifying them and then selling them, the lower one is 2,000 and the upper one is 8,000. Each trip can make hundreds of thousands, which is a lot of money.

"If you have time, help me fix the car, that one will be great."

Zhai Yuan saw a red Ferrari 308 and thought it was very suitable for his age.

"You are a boss and you still buy smuggled cars?"

Su Long looked at him curiously. From the previous conversation, he already knew that Zhai Yuan was also a small boss who made a fortune every day.

"It's cheap!" Zhai Yuan smiled nonchalantly.

The two walked forward chatting.

Just then, a commotion suddenly came from behind a pile of containers.

Occasionally, there would be the crisp sound of parts being knocked over and falling to the ground.

"Pull the street! Causing trouble again!"

Su Long frowned, suddenly quickened his pace and walked towards the container.

Zhai Yuan didn't understand what was going on and followed his steps.

Turning the corner of the container, what comes into view is a group of stevedores eating boxed lunches.

But the scene does not look harmonious.

The ground was littered with messy car parts and overturned lunch boxes, and soup and water were flowing everywhere.

Two workers lay on the ground, holding their stomachs and crying out in pain.

A group of stevedores were divided into two groups. The larger group surrounded the other five men with unfriendly looks.

"This is Hong Kong! This is not your country. If you come here, you must abide by the rules!"

Although they cursed fiercely, but when they looked at their companions who were still lying on the ground, no one dared to step forward. They just stared at the five big men with fear.

The five men ignored each other, holding their lunch boxes and wolfing down their food.

They were still joking with each other:
"Fuck you, auntie! I don't even know what you're saying!"

"That's right. I've heard that people in the south are uneducated and can't even understand our Central Plains Mandarin. How dare they call themselves Chinese?"

"You idiot, I'll kick you twice. You are not allowed to discriminate against our fellow southerners!"

They could not understand the scolding of the local workers, and the local workers could not understand their ridicule.

But Zhai Yuan understood both sides.

The familiar Central Plains accent seemed to bring him back to the mainland in an instant.

Zhai Yuan was so moved that he almost cried.

Hey! Lao Xiang, why are you here just now?

"What happened?"

Su Long had no idea of the inner changes of the young boss beside him at this moment.

He glanced at the workers lying on the ground and shouting, walked into the crowd, and asked with a stern face what was going on.

"Uncle Long, we were just having our meal when these sausages came up and started beating us up, and even threw our lunch boxes on the ground."

Seeing Su Long coming, the local workers rushed over to him, as if they had found a backbone, and their voices became louder and louder.

Most of these workers were in their twenties, belonging to the younger generation in Hong Kong, and they could not even speak Mandarin. Su Long could barely communicate with his fellow countrymen from Central China.

He said in Mandarin: "You guys, you came from the mainland, you have no relatives or friends, I gave you jobs and food to eat, and you still beat people up, isn't that a bit unreasonable?"

"Master Su, you came at the right time. Let me make it clear first. We don't intend to take action."

Among the five big men, a man who looked like the person in charge stood up.

He was a big man with a simple smile on his face. "I just didn't feel full after work and wanted to get two more boxes of lunch. Then these guys came up and pushed and shoved me. Satellite fought back a little. Who knew they were so vulnerable?"

The man beside him whom he called Satellite nodded and stiffened his neck: "That's right, who knew they were so strong against beatings."

The remaining three people also echoed in unison, and the scene suddenly became like a vegetable market.

Su Long's Mandarin was mediocre to begin with, and these fellow Central Plains people had accents and were arguing, making it even harder to hear what was going on.

"You bastard! You don't even know what to say."

He took two steps back, wiped the spit that was sprayed on his face, and looked at them with resentment.

"They said they were hungry and wanted to get two more boxes of lunch, but your people wouldn't let them, so they resorted to violence."

Zhai Yuan's voice sounded from behind, with a hint of smile.

Su Long glared at his workers.

Seeing the workers avoiding his gaze, he knew that Zhai Yuan was right, and his face immediately darkened.

"You old fool! The lunch box costs a few dollars, what's wrong with letting them eat more? Now not only did you hurt someone, but you also broke parts. Do you have shit in your brains?"

Zhai Yuan didn't look at Su Long teaching the workers a lesson, but turned to look at the five men.

He greeted her in Mandarin and asked, "Fellow Central Plains folks?"

"Hey! You can say it."

The man in charge nodded, pointed at Su Long and asked Zhai Yuan: "Are you his apprentice?"

"No."

"That's good. The Kung Fu he teaches is not good enough. Don't let it hold you back."

Hearing this, Zhai Yuan looked at Su Long with a smile.

Su Long obviously understood what he said, his facial muscles twitched, but he didn't turn around and pretended not to hear it.

Wow~ It seems that these fellow villagers are quite capable. Even Su Long has to hold his nose and admit that he is not as good as them.

Zhai Yuan retracted his gaze and asked a few people: "What's your name?"

"His name is Wei Xing, his name is Wang Tuqiang, and these are the two brothers Zhang Yaowen and Zhang Yaowu."

The man in charge first introduced his four companions, then patted his chest and said, "My name is Shangguan Yonggan."

Zhai Yuan was fine with the first few names, but when the name Shangguan Yonggan came out, he almost couldn't hold it in.

"Brother, don't mention nicknames, what's your real name?"

"My name is Shangguan Yonggan! Shangguan is a famous surname in our team, and the other four are from other teams."

"……Row."

Zhai Yuan thought these guys were quite interesting, and asked, "Shangguan... uh, have you guys just arrived in Hong Kong?"

"Oh my god! I finally met someone I can communicate with."

Shangguan Yonggan slapped his thigh and said excitedly: "Young man, you don't know that we have been in this broken place for almost a month. We originally wanted to create a new world in Hong Kong and set up our own business, but it turned out that these martial arts bastards in Hong Kong have no sense of chivalry at all!"

Zhai Yuan was confused when he heard this.

What do you mean by creating a new world and making a fresh start? Why do you want to revolt in Hong Kong?
"Haven't you heard of Tong Lin Chuan? Are you as uneducated as these bastards?"

Shangguan Yonggan saw that Zhai Yuan looked puzzled, so he explained anxiously, "Mr. Shan Tianfang's storytelling, Tong Lin and Tong Haichuan, fight wherever they go. After the fight, the martial arts school not only provides food but also pays us. As a result, we came to Hong Kong and beat up all the masters in this boxing gym. Not only did the bastards not pay us to open a martial arts gym, they also made us work as laborers for them. Damn it! Capitalism is too much!"

(End of this chapter)