Hong Kong films: Starting with Crossover and Luen Shing

Dabu Hei had one foot on a bench, a cigarette in his hand, and in front of him was a bowl of leftover raw pork porridge.

The Dongguan boy hurried to the store and greeted Dabuhei with a smile.

"Boss, what brings you here so early in the morning?"

"Dongguan boy, when you were working for Uncle Quan in mainland China, did Uncle Quan tell you that he wanted to set up a few cold storage facilities in Kowloon?"

Dabu Hei reached out and flicked the ash from his cigarette into the remaining porridge, then asked Dongguanzi.

Dongguanzi sat down and nodded immediately.

"That's right, Grandpa runs a frozen seafood purchasing business on the mainland, and he finally got through the customs procedures.

However, a truckload of frozen seafood brought to Hong Kong Island would only have to unload the goods at Tsuen Wan at most.

He would be unhappy if his good business was stripped away layer by layer by others."

"It's all right now! You and I will go to Sham Shui Po later. The leaders of Sham Shui Po have announced that they want to set up a Freemasonry in the community.

I think this is the perfect implementation of what Uncle Quan has always wanted. Well done. Now we don't have to sit here in Dapu and wait for others to give us a place to sell bobbleheads.

In less than ten years, Hong Kong Island will be transformed. A couple of ounces of powder sold in mainland China would be enough to get me shot at a target. I still want to keep this life and enjoy a few more years of happiness!"

After putting out the cigarette butt in the porridge, Dapu Hei immediately stood up and clapped his hands, then called Dongguanzi and walked towards the Crown car parked on the side of the road.

The third site that Xiwei came to was Big D in Tsuen Wan.

However, Da D didn't have the habit of getting up early, so Xiwei found Da D's boss Changmao and asked him to convey a message to Da D.

It was around nine in the morning when Big D finally got up.

Just after I finished washing up, I heard Changmao calling me from outside.

"Brother Big D, someone from Sham Shui Po asked me to bring you a message.

Brother Yao wants to set up a Freemasonry in the society. Is Brother D interested in joining? "

Big D was wiping his face with a towel. When he heard Changmao's words, his face immediately darkened and he threw the towel on the washbasin.

"Fuck him! Wasn't it enough that he embarrassed me before?

Now you're trying to get me to join the Freemasons, are you trying to squeeze some money out of me?"

"No, Big D, Brother Yao sent someone to explain it very clearly. He set up this Freemasonry so that we can develop the society together. We don't have to pay any money.

But he only has three spots, and he'll give it to whoever comes to him first!"

"Am I going to beg for food in Tsuen Wan? Expect him to give me a meal?!"

Without waiting for Changmao to finish his words, Big D glared at him and yelled at him.

The morning will pass quickly.

Shixiawei, Fei Deng’s residence.

Lin Huaile took the information that Xiwei brought over and knocked on Fei Deng's door.

After asking the men in the room to leave, Lin Huaile handed the information to Fei Deng with a complicated expression.

Fat Deng took the document, didn't even look at it, and threw it aside.

"Needless to say, He Yaozong is trying to win over the Eighth District Gang by offering some small favors?

Ah Le, your opponent is much stronger than Big D!"

This time, not only Lin Huaile, but even Fat Deng felt an unprecedented sense of crisis.

In the past, he was the one who had the final say in He Liansheng, and his slogan was that all the districts of the society should make progress together and prosper together.

Over the years, although some people were dissatisfied, the slogan was too high-sounding and with Fat Deng's guarantee, no one dared to openly question it.

But things are different now. He Yaozong follows his slogan of fattening Deng and vigorously wins over gangs from various districts. He can't find any excuse to suppress He Yaozong.

The boomerang that I threw out in the past is finally going to hit me back.

But does Fat Deng really care about which clubs are making progress together?

At his age, what other interests can replace his power to have the final say in the community?

Lin Huaile helped Fat Deng sit steadily on the sofa and immediately spoke.

"Uncle Deng, I have to admit, He Yaozong's courage is indeed much stronger than Big D's.

I'm worried that if he continues like this, he'll actually win over most of Liansheng's uncles and division leaders!"

"Don't worry. To deal with so many uncles and district leaders of He Liansheng, let alone what He Yaozong's intention is, I'm just worried that he won't be able to come up with so much money by then, and will mess things up and be embarrassed!

If it were so easy to work together, there wouldn't be so much betrayal and deception happening in the martial arts world!"

To be fair, Fei Deng thought that He Yaozong made a brilliant move.

After this move, even Fat Deng, who had sat in the top seat of the Senate for more than 20 years, had no good way to deal with it.

But Fat Deng believed that this move was not something He Yaozong was capable of making.

The newly established Freemasonry of the Ninth District Hall claims to use real money to support other halls and win over people's hearts. But he also needs to have the strength to do so!

He didn't believe that He Yaozong had such a family background, and he didn't believe that there was anyone in the world who was so selfless!

This is human nature, and Fei Deng firmly believes that no one can avoid it.

But there was still a trace of worry on Lin Huaile's face.

"Uncle Deng, I think I should pay attention to this matter.

To be honest, as soon as I received the notice from Ho Yiu-chung this morning, I went to Sham Shui Po and got a place.

I haven’t decided what kind of business I want to do with him.”

Fat Deng nodded.

"You're right to think so. Follow him closely and see how much sincerity he can show!

If you don’t know what business to start, I can give you some ideas.”

"What's the idea?"

"Take over Tsim Sha Tsui! Then take out the businesses in Tsim Sha Tsui and give some to the society!"

These words instantly stunned Lin Huaile.

The old ones are the wisest. Fat Deng made the most difficult move by asking Ho Yiu-chung to conquer Tsim Sha Tsui, a place that He Liansheng had not set foot in for 20 years!

"it is good!"

Lin Huaile gritted his teeth and nodded. For some reason, he felt increasingly uneasy.

Although in his opinion, it is not certain whether He Yaozong will agree to this request or whether he will pay the money.

Just to capture Tsim Sha Tsui is something that cannot be accomplished without the efforts of the entire community.

But if he really succeeds, when Chui Ji really hands over the stick, he will really have no hope of competing with He Yaozong!

By then, not to mention him, as long as He Yaozong is willing, Fat Deng’s top spot in the Senate may have to be given to Long Gen...

At this time, at the door of my friend's ice room.

The bald boss took off his apron and stopped the customers who were about to enter one after another.

"Sorry uncle, the place is fully booked. Come back in the afternoon. Come back in the afternoon."

"Sorry, pretty boy, the place is fully booked for lunch today. Please come back for dinner this afternoon."

"Pick! If you don't want to come, then don't come. What do you mean by scolding me?

Fuck your mother, young people are just hot-tempered and want to kill people at any time.

The person sitting inside is Brother Yao from Heliansheng. If you’re brave enough, go in and chop him up!”

"What are you running for, you poor boy?

Your godfather will give you a cup of tea. Go in and talk to Brother Yao in person. Repeat what you just said first!"

He Yaozong didn't know that Fat Deng had given him a so-called "difficult problem".

After calling his attendants back and going downstairs, He Yaozong spoke first, looking at Chen Yongren, who was sitting opposite him with a bitter look on his face.

"Chen Yongren, do you know me?"

Chen Yongren nodded and said, "Brother Yao in Sham Shui Po, who doesn't know Yau Tsim Mong now?"

"That's good, you know me and I know you.

It's been tough these past few years, right? 27149!

At first, Chen Yongren didn't feel the power, until He Yaozong read out the police force number that he had buried in his heart and never dared to mention to anyone, his pupils suddenly contracted violently.

Fine beads of sweat immediately appeared on his forehead.

Chen Yongren's face was pale as he could hardly sit still.

"Yao...Brother Yao, I don't know what you are talking about."

Chapter 90: Not only have we taken Tsim Sha Tsui, I've also reached the moon!

Over the years, Chen Yongren has been working undercover beside Han Chen and has not been without suspicion.

But he had never been as desperate as he was today.

Huang Zhicheng is dead, and the only policeman in the world who knows his identity is also gone. He cannot accept that his police number was shouted out by a gang member.

But He Yaozong's next words pulled him back from the brink of despair.

"Don't worry, if I came here to cause you trouble, I wouldn't have invited you over for dinner!"

He Yaozong grabbed a cup of lemon tea, rinsed his mouth, and then continued.

"Actually, Huang Sir also wanted me to be an informant back then, but I didn't have the ability to get into the police academy and felt that being an informant had no future, so I didn't agree.

But over the years, I have also had a lot of cooperation with O-Triad. The previous Zhongxinyi was arranged by me for them.

If you have a chance in the future, you can go ask Feisha from Oji B Group."

These words were a mixture of truth and falsehood, making it difficult for Chen Yongren to distinguish them.

Huang Zhicheng is already dead anyway, so how can he go and question a dead person?