Hong Kong films: Starting with Crossover and Luen Shing

"Need not!"

"Where are you going in such a hurry?"

"Go find Leng Lao in Shatin. He's far away from home. If there's business for him in Tsim Sha Tsui, he'll definitely follow!"

Looking at Lin Huaile's hurriedly leaving back, Huo Niu couldn't help but sigh.

"It's become increasingly difficult to be the boss of Liansheng these past two years..."

11:30 am, an underground Japanese restaurant on Guanyong Street.

Chuan Bao was sitting in a spacious box with He Yaozong discussing something.

"Damn! I don't know why you like eating this kind of thing.

A rice ball wrapped in a roll of seaweed, sprinkled with two sesame seeds, and they dare to sell it for eight yuan each!

When I take over this street one day, I will definitely raise the tea fee for these losers."

He Yaozong held a cold rice ball in his hand, looked at it with skepticism, and then threw it back on the plate, showing no appetite at all.

Chuanbao just laughed.

"Ayao, don't look down on this restaurant. Although the food here is not tasty, it is spacious and quiet.

It's okay for you to spend three hundred dollars and enjoy the air conditioning here for an entire afternoon.

We uncles usually like to hold meetings here. Sometimes after the meeting, we can even play a couple of rounds of mahjong here!"

"Okay, uncle, let's talk business."

He Yaozong opened the briefcase he brought with him, took out a stack of information from it, and threw it in front of Chuanbao.

Knowing that it would take too long to finish watching the whole thing, he simply explained.

“I’ve already decided on the name of the minibus company: Hengyao Bus!

There is basically no problem with the line on the Dapu side. Xinji will not go to such a place to compete with us for food.

The competitive locations to be considered now are mainly from Kwun Tong to Tsim Sha Tsui, then across the sea to Causeway Bay, Wan Chai West, Central and Sai Wan.

As far as I know, there are Xinji auto parts repair stations in these places, and they pay minibus drivers a salary of 5,000 yuan per month.

The ticket price from Kwun Tong to Central is ten yuan.

Xinji's bus routes are already very mature. If we want to gain an advantage over the competition, we need to work harder in other areas."

Chuanbao immediately became interested.

"You mean... lower the ticket price?"

He Yaozong shook his head: "The fares for the red minibuses are fixed by the Transport Department and there is no way to change them!

We can't do anything through other legitimate channels. The only way we can do this is to offer high salaries and poach all the drivers who drive minibuses for Xinji!"

Chuanbao's eyelids twitched and he immediately became anxious.

"Ayao, are you kidding me?

There are so many capable drivers in Hong Kong Island. If you poach one, Sun Kee will fill it up. How can we afford to poach so many people?"

"Uncle, you can't say that. I'm not going to poach people one by one, I'm going to poach all the minibus drivers at Xinji at once!

Minibus drivers need a certificate issued by the Transport Department to compete in their jobs.

As long as the Xinji minibus line is suspended for a short period of time, our minibus company can take advantage of this vacancy and occupy the market with justification.

Otherwise, our minibuses won’t even have a chance to emerge in the market!"

Upon hearing this, Chuanbao nodded in agreement.

Whether it is the municipal green minibus or the private red minibus, the Transport Department has strict control over it.

Ho Yiu-chung had previously said that he would make five round trips between Hong Kong Island and Kowloon Peninsula a day. Although the Hengyao Bus minibus route has been extended to Tai Po, the routes after Kwun Tong are becoming saturated.

The Transport Department will regulate and will definitely not let them make so many trips.

But if the Xinji minibus stops operating, that would be a different story.

Xinji’s minibus company may not make money for a day, but the minibuses cannot stop running for a day!

It has affected citizens' travel, and the Transport Department's complaint hotline is probably going to be flooded with calls.

As long as the Transport Department gives its approval, when Hengyao Bus goes on the road, we can legitimately share a piece of the pie with Xinji Minibus Company.

Now that the official matters have been settled, Chuanbao thinks it’s time to talk about things between the communities.

“Ayao, I won’t worry about these matters dealing with the municipal departments.

My only worry now is, if Xinji is pushed too far, and they try to play dirty tricks on us, how are we going to deal with it?"

"Uncle, first tell me what a dirty trick is."

"Damn it! That dirty trick is causing trouble!

They put snakes on your minibuses, threatened your drivers so they wouldn't work, and set fire to your workshop. Otherwise, how do you think San Kee managed to monopolize the minibus business in most of Hong Kong and Kowloon?

He Yaozong smiled and said, "Now that it has come to this, what else is there to say? Let's fight!

You hit me today, I hit you tomorrow, the worst that can happen is that neither of us will have any business, let's see who can last longer."

"It's easy for you to say that, but don't forget Tsim Sha Tsui, it's someone's place!"

"Axe Jun, the one who was Deng Bo's confidant back then?"

"As long as you know!"

Chuanbao adjusted his glasses and began to tell the story.

"Back then, Axe Jun brought his Tsim Sha Tsui operations to Sun Kee and that very night, he was awarded the title of Second Route Marshal by Sun Kee's Xu Jiayan. He became incredibly popular for a while.

But later he gradually retired, and now the one watching the show in Tsim Sha Tsui is his disciple Dinosaur.

The person who manages the minibus business in Kwun Tong is Wan Xinrong, a disciple of Sun Kee Manager Lin Shixia.

The person responsible for supporting his minibus company was none other than the dinosaurs of Tsim Sha Tsui. It could also be said that the man behind the Sun Kee Minibus Company was none other than the once-invincible Axe Jun!

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Ho Yiu Chung lit a cigarette and replied nonchalantly, "When Axe Jun was conquering Yau Tsim Mong, was he ever intimidated by those established gangsters?"

These words immediately stumped Chuanbao.

Yes, there are always talented people in the world, and the old are replaced by the new!

If He Liansheng hadn't been afraid of Axe Jun's courage, how could he have watched the loss of the territory in Tsim Sha Tsui?

These old guys are old and timid, but they forget that the young people are full of vigor and vitality and are at the peak of their careers!

But Chuanbao couldn't understand it. He just wanted to start a minibus business worth a few million yuan, or at worst run to remote places like Sha Tin and Sai Kung.

How come things escalated to the point where we had to go to Tsim Sha Tsui and have a fight with Axe Jun in less than two days?

Feeling timid in front of He Yaozong for a moment, Chuanbao felt that he needed to change the subject to cover up his embarrassment.

"Um... Ah Yao, Lin Huaile made it known to everyone this morning that you were going to plant a flag in Tsim Sha Tsui.

I think you should come forward and explain. After all, the Freemasons have good intentions, and no one wants to see you embarrassed."

He Yaozong still held his head high with a playful smile on his face.

"No, the more he makes this known to everyone, the happier I will be."

"Are you really planning to take your men into Tsim Sha Tsui? Flop! I advise you to think it over carefully.

If a war really breaks out, it won't be as simple as whether to come to Taiwan or not!"

“Uncle, I, the boss, don’t ask about this matter, so you don’t have to worry about it.

It’s too early to say who will be the loser by then!”

……

Jordan, in front of a pork stall on Cheung Lok Street.

Lin Huaile was holding a bag of pork ribs in his left hand and a phone in his right hand.

With his back to the street outside, he whispered into the microphone.

"Feng Yuxiu, do you remember what I told you before?

The opportunity to stand out is coming soon. Stay in Mong Kok tomorrow and don’t go anywhere!

Then wherever the blackfly is, there you are..."

Chapter 93: Uncle Deng, Ale was shot in the head by Xinji, you have to come out and express your opinion, right?

[Help Tai Po Hei build a cold storage warehouse in Kowloon: Completed.

Helping Chuanbao build a minibus route from Dapu to Sai Wan: in progress.

Stepping down in Tsim Sha Tsui: In progress. 】

After returning from Yau Ma Tei, He Yaozong called Xiaohui over and asked her to deliver some prepared materials to the Transport Department. Then he returned to the office, made a pot of hot tea, and checked the system task panel.

Just as a cup of tea was brought to my lips, the phone on the table rang.

I pressed the answer button and found that it was Feng Yuxiu calling.

"Boss, Lin Huaile has assigned me a task!"

He Yaozong put down the teacup and couldn't help but smile knowingly. After being hit repeatedly, the old fox finally couldn't hide anymore.

"What is he going to do?"

"Tomorrow night, the Organized Crime and Triads (OCT) operation in Yau Tsim Mong will officially conclude. Tomorrow, he plans to invite Wuying out for a walk around Tsim Sha Tsui."

"Is it really that simple just to yell at Wufei to go for a spin?"

“Not only that, the place he picked was a bar in Tsim Sha Tsui owned by Sun Kee Prince Fai.

According to Lin Huaile, Taizi Hui brought back a group of bar girls some time ago, and will hold an underwear show at Danny Bar in Tsim Sha Tsui tomorrow night.

When the time comes, there will be many people around, and Lin Huaile plans to take advantage of that time to have the people he has planted next to Wuying beat Taizihui's head off in the bar!"

He Yaozong curled his lips and said, "Didn't I ask you to blow Prince Hui's head off?"