Hong Kong films: Starting with Crossover and Luen Shing

Guan Zaisen's words immediately piqued the emperor's interest.

After glancing around, the emperor naturally put his hand on Guan Zaisen's shoulder.

"Let's talk inside!"

In the lounge behind the bar, the emperor gave Guan Zaisen a small bowl of powder, and after seeing Guan Zaisen had satisfied his taste, he asked.

"How is it? In the whole of Hong Kong Island, apart from our Dongxing, there are only a few places that can get this quality No. 4.

Wouldn't it be embarrassing for you to throw it to your temple to sell it?"

Guan Zaisen rubbed his nose and took a few deep breaths.

He said, "Hurry up and dump all the goods you have in Sham Shui Po.

I'll contact the venue for you, and according to the split you agreed on, I'll take 20% of the profit!"

The emperor was a little surprised to see Guan Zaisen agree so readily.

"What's going on? I said I'd sell the goods to you, but you kept making excuses.

They said that you and Liansheng have a rule that the gang selling powder cannot choose the person in charge.

At the time, I was wondering, how could a Daoist friend like you, who was so ill that he could not even think of choosing someone to lead the affairs?"

Guan Zaisen continued to sniff and spoke.

"It was different then. I was not only thinking about myself, but also about the well-being of the gang.

But now it’s different, I’m no longer the one who calls the shots in the region!”

When the emperor heard Guan Zaisen say that he was no longer the person in charge of the region, his expression immediately changed.

"Fuck you! You're not the boss of the district, why are you talking to me?!"

"Listen to me, although I am no longer the district leader, there is no new leader appointed in Sham Shui Po!

Now I still have a little face in Shenshuishe, you just take the goods and sell them there.

It will take as long as it takes to sell, but you can't miss out on my share!"

The emperor frowned and said, "You are not the head of the family anymore, yet you dare to do such a thing!

Guan Zai Sen, aren't you afraid that Long Gen will take your skin?"

"What can I do? I need to eat and I need to retire!

I did help the clan back then, so what's wrong with collecting some interest?"

Guan Zaisen answered with confidence. The emperor thought for a long time and finally agreed with Guan Zaisen.

"Okay, I still have a lot of goods on hand, go back to Sham Shui Po and make arrangements immediately!

If you do it right, you'll make enough money to cover your expenses!"

Guan Zaisen quickly stood up and extended his right hand to the emperor.

“Thank you, thank you for the sun!”

The emperor thought Guan Zaisen wanted to shake hands with him. Just as he was about to extend his right hand, he heard Guan Zaisen speak again.

"Can you give me another one? I've been under a lot of pressure these past few days, and I feel like the little bit I just had isn't enough to last me until tomorrow morning!"

Chapter 73 If something happens to him, many people will be buried with him

Ever since he stabbed Liang Kun with a knife last time, Wu Ying became famous overnight and became extremely popular in Yau Tsim District.

Ho Yiu-chung divided the land in Mong Kok and Temple Street into pieces, and handed over the land on Reclamation Land and Tong Lok Street to Wuying.

Temple Street is a mixed bag, and it is still managed by Ah Hua.

But flies still like to go to Temple Street every few days.

9:30 pm, Jinbala Nightclub.

Wuying finished his patrol in Mong Kok, and then came over here as usual to have a drink with Ah Hua.

At this time, Ahua was in the duty room of the nightclub, concentrating on peeling an apple.

"Hua brother!"

The door was kicked open by Wuying with a bang. Ah Hua was startled and the fruit peel that was almost peeled broke with the sound.

Looking at the cut peel, Ah Hua couldn't help but get angry and grabbed the apple and threw it at the fly.

"Damn! I'm almost done with the eighth one!

When will you learn to say hello before entering a room, you loser?

The fly firmly grabbed the apple thrown by Ahua, put it to its mouth and took a bite.

He walked to the coffee table, looked at the peeled, slightly yellowed apples on the table, and couldn't help asking.

"Brother Hua, why are you hiding in there for no reason and peeling so many apples?"

Ahua stuck the fruit knife in his hand into an apple, then grabbed a tissue and wiped his hands.

"This is what the target shooter taught me. He told me that as a knife fighter, your hands need to be fast, but more importantly, steady!

If I can peel eight apples a day and make each one smooth and round, and by the time I finish the last one without the first turning yellow, my knife skills will be considered perfect!"

Wuying sat on the sofa and squeezed towards Ahua, signaling him to make room.

Then there was another snap.

"What's the point of learning such detailed sword techniques? There's no need to be so particular about chopping someone!"

“It’s always good to have many skills, so you should learn what you need to learn!

By the way, what are you doing here so early tonight?

The place has only been back for a few days, if you don't go and take a look, aren't you afraid of something happening?"

Wuying threw the half-eaten apple into the trash can, wiped his hands on himself, and sighed.

"I'm here to talk to you about something. These past few days, Guan Zaisan has been bringing a lot of people from Sham Shui Po stalls to Mong Kok to solicit business.

It was okay once or twice, but it's getting more and more excessive these past few nights.

A few times, the owners of the nightclubs there came to me and asked if the viewing fees were going to be raised, because they were allowing the gangs to ruin their business. I didn’t know how to explain this to those owners.

Ah Hua frowned and answered immediately.

"Guan Zai Sen has handed over the position of district leader. I think during this period of time, he will try to win over his old team so that he can have someone to look after him in the future.

If it doesn't work, then let him be. Everyone in the gang knows that Brother Yao will be the boss in Sham Shui Po from now on. Let's give Guan Zai Sen some face and not make things too ugly."

Wuying was indignant: "But isn't he ruining my reputation by doing this?"

Ah Hua waved his hand and said, "This way, Temple Street will have booming business every night.

During this period, you should arrange for your men to come to my place and solicit customers.

This way, you can save face for Guan Zai Sen and avoid making things difficult for yourself in front of those bosses."

Ring ring ring——

Just as Ah Hua was giving a solution, the mobile phone hanging on Wuying's waist rang.

Picking up the phone, Wuying pressed the answer button.

"Who?"

"Brother Wuying, something happened in the field..."

The call was from a thug who was watching the scene in Mong Kok. Hearing the evasive tone of the thug's voice, Wuying's face darkened.

"Say!"

After a moment, Wuying hung up the phone with a gloomy expression.

"Brother Hua, this time it's really not that I don't give Guan Zaisen face!"

Ah Hua asked quickly.

"What happened?"

"He brought some people with him to our stall these past few days to attract fans!

Just now, a customer was sent to the hospital after eating noodles, and the police came to check his license plate!

The customer said he bought the noodles from our place!"

thump--

Ah Hua slammed the table and stood up, his fists clenched so tightly that they made a clattering sound.

"Which place?"

"Tang Le Street, the dance hall owned by Paper Horse Lee!"

"Go to Hetai Tea House now and inform Brother Yao. I'll go talk to Li Zhima and take care of that first!

Remember to call me later to see what Brother Yao has to say!"

Wuying nodded quickly: "Okay!"

……

When he was woken up in the middle of the night and learned that someone was selling No. 4 dumplings in the place, He Yaozong was speechless.

After hearing Wuying's explanation of the whole story, He Yaozong had a rough idea in his mind.

"Wuying, has Ahua captured the person?"

Wuying shook his head: "Brother Hua only asked me to come here to inform you. If you have any instructions for Brother Yao, just call him."

"Well, call him now and tell him not to make it public. No matter what, get the person who's selling the goods out here first!

If you scratch someone, send them to the warehouse near Kwai Chung Container Terminal 7 and wait for me. I'll be there later."

He Yaozong put on his coat and preached to Wuying.

Seeing He Yaozong preparing to go out, Wuying asked in confusion.

"Brother Yao, where are you going now?"