Hong Kong films: Starting with Crossover and Luen Shing

Axe Jun got out of the car, nodded to the henchman, and then strode towards the living room of the villa with vigorous steps.

In the living room decorated in old Chinese style, a man in his fifties, wearing a white suit, was sitting on a vermilion sofa, reading a newspaper carefully.

"Mr. Xu!"

Axe Jun shouted.

The man reading the newspaper adjusted the black-framed glasses on his nose, then looked up at Axe Jun.

"Ajun, come and sit down.

Have you had breakfast yet? Do you want Aunt Wu to make some for you?"

"No need, I'm already full of anger!"

The one who greeted Axe Jun was none other than Xu Jiayan, the leader of Xinji.

Sitting next to Xu Jiayan, Axe Jun remained silent. Last night, Xu Jiayan urged him to buy a plane ticket to fly back, and he roughly guessed what the other party was going to say to him.

Xu Jiayan put down the newspaper in his hand, but did not mention what happened in Tsim Sha Tsui.

"Ajun, I traveled back and forth to the mainland three times last month and was finally able to build two primary schools in Guizhou Province on the mainland."

"Mr. Xu is passionate about public welfare and cultivating virtue in this life. He will surely be blessed."

"What about public welfare? The most important thing for a person is not to forget his roots!"

Xu Jiayan sighed and spoke to himself.

“Just at the end of last month, our Ngee Ann Chamber of Commerce and Industry finally acquired a piece of land in mainland China.

I haven't decided what kind of business to start yet, so Jun, please help me come up with an idea, and I'll give you a share of the business when the time comes."

Axe Jun lowered his head and said, "Mr. Xu, I'm a rough man. I'm good at killing people with weapons.

I know nothing about business. I only managed to build up my small fortune thanks to Mr. Xu's guidance. How dare I brag about it in front of Mr. Xu?

"hehe."

Xu Jiayan reached out and patted Axe Jun's strong shoulder, then said.

"Times have changed. We no longer need to fight and kill people to make a living like in the past.

Everyone is out there trying to make money. It's not easy to build a fortune, so there's no need to get angry about money."

Axe Jun raised his head and said, "Mr. Xu, I know what you mean.

If the incident in Tsim Sha Tsui affects your business in mainland China, I will also be cautious.

It was you who gave me a way out back then. If you had anything to ask, just tell me and I would do anything!"

"Ajun, I'm not asking you to do anything, but after working hard all your life, you should always leave some time for yourself to enjoy life.

You have been in Tsim Sha Tsui for the past 20 years, and the rent you collected should have been enough to buy back the original.

I feel bad that you've been implicated by Lao Shi's affairs. I'll have him allocate some of his business in Wan Chai and give it to you to run."

Xu Jiayan paused and then spoke.

"Go talk to Liansheng and try to find a way to resolve this matter peacefully.

If you feel embarrassed, you can tell others that I was the one who told you to make the decision!"

Chapter 96: Are you, Deng Wei, qualified to speak here? Let He Yaozong come and talk to me!

Tsim Sha Tsui, 11am, on the street opposite the Lin Rui Pavilion Hotel.

The weather was getting hotter. A gangster with an exaggerated hedgehog hair style walked into a fast food restaurant with his shirt hem lifted to his chest, revealing his not-so-remarkable wolf head tattoo.

"Boss, cook me a bowl of egg noodles!"

After the hedgehog-haired guy finished shouting, he immediately found a place to sit down.

As he wiped the sweat from his forehead with a few pieces of tissue paper, he rested his breath against the cold tile wall. Suddenly, he saw a group of patrolling PTUs walking in from the door.

The leading policeman adjusted the beret on his head, then sat down opposite the gangster and looked him over coldly.

The hedgehog-haired man couldn't help but get nervous and quickly pulled his clothes off his chest.

"Sir, I'm not in a gang..."

"I know you're not part of a gang."

The leading sergeant took off the walkie-talkie hanging from his waist and adjusted the frequency.

Just at this moment, the boss came over with a bowl of egg noodles.

He put it on the table, looked at the policemen, and asked with a smile.

"Sirs, what would you like to eat?"

"I want this bowl of egg noodles!"

The seated sergeant took the bowl of egg noodles directly in front of him, then picked up the chopsticks and fiddled with it for a few times, then looked up and glared at the gangster.

"In less than half an hour, I will be discussing the matter with Liansheng and Xinji at the hotel across the street.

I suggest you don't join in the fun here. If something unexpected happens, it would be bad if you were taken back to the police station!"

"oh oh……"

The gangster suddenly realized what was going on, quickly stood up, and ran outside without looking back.

Glancing at the gangster's departing back, the sergeant smiled faintly, then picked up a piece of noodles with chopsticks and blew on it, while speaking to the boss who was standing aside in a daze.

"Don't worry, we brothers have taken over all the business at noon today.

Cook five more servings of noodles and open a few bottles of cold soda."

……

The news that Xin Ji Axe Jun had agreed to negotiate with Lian Sheng spread to all major newspapers in Hong Kong in less than half a day.

After hearing the news, Fat Deng was so excited that he was shaking all over.

It’s been nearly twenty years, almost twenty years!

He still remembers the scene when Axe Jun took over Xin Ji and Xin Ji leader Xu Jiayan had a toast at Tai Ji Restaurant. Axe Jun slammed the table and shouted at him to bring his gang to fight him if he dared!

After weighing the pros and cons, Fat Deng ultimately did not have the courage to lead his gang to Tsim Sha Tsui to fight with Sun Kee, and was ultimately forced to drink the humiliating toast.

Time flies. Many years later, another tough guy appeared in He Liansheng and finally helped him regain the face he had lost!

It's a pity that this fierce man seems to make him more wary than Axe Jun...

"Chuanbao, go say hello to Long Gen.

Tell him to get ready quickly and go with me to the Linrui Hotel to talk to Axe Jun!"

Fat Deng sat in a Mercedes-Benz, dialed the number that was bombarded, and spoke to him like this.

A troubled voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Brother Wei, A Yao was the one who bought Xin Ji. He spent so much money, but now it's us old guys who are trying to settle the bill.

Even Chuiji, the person in charge, didn't say anything. Isn't that a bad sign?"

"What nonsense are you talking about? We were the ones who saw Tsim Sha Tsui destroyed back then!

This time we have a chance to take it back, so of course we go over there!"

"But on Ayao's side..."

"There's nothing to worry about! He's been working under the banner of the society, and it's time to wrap things up. It's only right for us to stand up for him!"

Chuanbao was speechless on the other end of the phone.

This is Fat Deng. For decades, he has placed himself above the society. No matter how the people in charge change, he is always the one who makes the decisions at critical moments.

After hanging up the phone, he drove all the way to Nathan Road and called back again.

"Brother Wei, Long Gen said he's feeling a little unwell today, so he won't be going to Tsim Sha Tsui."

"If he doesn't want to go, then he won't go. Go wait for me at the Linrui Hotel later!"

"I think it's better to say hello to A Yao..."

"If you're not going, hang up the phone right now and stop whining to me!"

Fat Deng hung up the phone and dropped it on the chair beside him. He leaned back with his hands on the crutch, and there seemed to be a sharpness in his eyes that seemed to be in his prime.

But no one knew that he didn't dare let He Yaozong go and negotiate with Axe Jun.

He was afraid that the scene of the discussion would turn into a tea party where Axe Jun shared his experience as a traitor with He Yaozong.

After all, Axe Jun was his most proud disciple back then, and Fat Deng knew his personality better than anyone else.

If the two of them get together, heroes will appreciate heroes, and good men will appreciate good men. If He Yaozong is persuaded, he might become the biggest joke in the history of Hezidui for a hundred years!

In the banquet hall on the second floor of Linrui Pavilion, a red carpet has been laid leading directly to the large banquet table.

The long table, which was more than twenty feet long, was covered with bright yellow silk. On it were placed a golden pig, a gentian spot more than three feet long, and a wide variety of dishes.

On both sides of the long table, there were tin pots filled with freshly heated double-distilled tea.

Compared with the grand banquet that Xu Jiayan hosted for Fat Deng, it is only higher, not lower.

Axe Jun sat at one side of the long table, his eyes fixed on the outside of the banquet hall.

At this time, both sides of the banquet hall were already filled with young men who came to support the event.

On the east side are the henchmen from various stalls of Axe Jun's lineage.

Opposite is Wo Luen Sing, a chain from Sham Shui Po and Jordan, with good players in each stall.

Everyone was looking outside eagerly. This was a rare feast of martial arts that only happened once in ten years.

The fierce players of Heliansheng in the past and the fierce players of Heliansheng today will gather here.

Perhaps, we need to put an end to the 20-year feud in Tsim Sha Tsui once and for all.

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At this time, the rhythmic sound of crutches tapping on the ground could be heard from the bottom of the stairs.

Axe Jun couldn't help but frown, and then his face drooped.