Hong Kong variety show: From being bitten by a cockroach to becoming a legend

A raging fire engulfed the entire dog farm, along with Prince Tai's silver sports car, in a blazing inferno.

All traces of Prince Tai have been completely wiped away. As for Wu Zhaoyong, Song Zhaowen is not worried at all. That guy is very tight-lipped, and Song Zhaowen is terrified of him.

"Brother Wen, everything's taken care of."

The plane and others gathered around.

Song Zhaowen opened the leather suitcase that Prince Tai was carrying.

Inside were bundles of large golden bulls.

Everyone's breathing quickened; they were all low-level scumbags who had only ever seen so much money in movies.

"I'll keep half for myself. There's a way to make money that needs capital. I'll lead everyone to make a big profit later."

After saying that, he poured the other half onto the ground.

"What are you standing there for? Take it!"

The plane was the first to react, grinning and grabbing the stack of banknotes without hesitation. He weighed it in his hand and said, "Thank you, Brother Wen!" The others then snapped out of their daze and rushed forward to take the money, their faces filled with barely concealed excitement.

As for their own boss taking half, no one complained. In the underworld, it's always the bosses who eat the meat, while the underlings might not even get a sip of soup. Getting half is incredibly lucky! Following Brother Wen is even more fortunate than winning the lottery.

In fact, Song Zhaowen also knew that he couldn't just give all the brothers a handout at once. This time, each of them received 300,000. How much should he give them next time they did something?

But this time is special. Prince Tai's status is special, and the money is right in front of him. Song Zhaowen can certainly swallow 70-80% of it in one go, but what will his subordinates think of him? If anyone has a grudge and doesn't keep their mouth shut, there will be endless trouble! He can't just kill all his brothers to silence them.

We can only deal with special cases in special circumstances; we can't let a little money lead to endless troubles.

Ah Hua took the money, but frowned: "Brother Wen, with Prince Tai missing and the factory raided, Hong Tai won't let this go."

Song Zhaowen lit a cigarette, looking at the dog farm burning fiercely in the distance. The firelight reflected off his face, creating an unpredictable contrast: "Hong Tai is too busy to take care of himself right now. Chen Mei's first priority is dealing with the wrath of the cops and the Mexicans. This time, he'll be lucky to escape with his life."

He flicked his cigarette ash: "If they really come after us, then we'll send Chen Mei down to reunite with her son."

Xiao Zhuoxiao clutched the banknotes, his eyes flashing with malice: "Brother Wen is right! So what if it's Hong Tai? So what if it's Chen Mei? Anyone who dares to cross the line will be killed. From now on, Brother Wen calls the shots in Ciyun Mountain!"

The plane roared even louder: "That's right! Follow Brother Wen, and you'll live the high life! Anyone who disagrees will be beaten into submission!"

Seeing blood makes all the difference; they don't even put big gangs like Hung Tai in their eyes.

Everyone now admired Song Zhaowen even more. They thought that no other big brother in Hong Kong could truly lead his brothers to live a life of luxury. They had only been with Brother Wen for a few days, and each of them had received more than 500,000 Hong Kong dollars. They couldn't earn that much in a lifetime.

"By the way, Ah Xiao, has Wei Jixiang made all the arrangements?"

You can rest assured about what I do~

Shek O Pier.

"Hongzai, be careful."

With his left hand holding the pale-faced Robbie who had just been discharged from the hospital, and his right hand holding Hongzai, Wei Jixiang boarded a snake boat.

This ship was used for smuggling people to Japan.

It was Song Zhaowen who arranged it for them, not to mention that Robbie had more than 300,000 yuan in emergency funds in his bag.

Beep beep beep, the snake boat starts moving.

Wai Cheung-cheung stood at the bow of the boat, watching Hong Kong recede into the distance. From that moment on, he would live in anonymity, and Hong Kong would never see Cheung-cheung again.

However, he did not regret it. This time, Hong Tai had suffered a huge setback. Even if he did not go to jail in Hong Kong, Chen Mei would not let him go.

Robbie stepped out of the cabin and leaned against Wei Jixiang: "Jixiang, that Song Zhaowen... who exactly is he?"

Wei Jixiang hugged her tighter, his gaze fixed on the now-disappearing dock, his eyes filled with complex emotions: "Who is he? Ha, a man ten times more ruthless than Prince Tai, yet still upholding the code of honor among the common people."

Wei Jixiang had long been prepared to be silenced by Song Zhaowen after the incident, but who knew that not only did Song Zhaowen arrange for him to flee, but he also provided him with a resettlement allowance.

He was completely convinced at that moment.

Hongzai poked his head out of the cabin, his little face showing a mix of nervousness and excitement about the unknown journey: "Dad, are we really going to Japan? I heard there are lots of cartoons to watch there."

Looking at his son, Wei Jixiang felt a mix of bittersweet emotions. The bitterness stemmed from a life of hardship and the inevitable departure from his homeland; the relief came from the fact that his son was still alive, and Robbie was still by his side. All of this was thanks to Song Zhaowen.

"Yes, we'll go to Japan. I'll find you a proper job so I can support your studies and let you watch cartoons." Wei Jixiang ruffled his son's hair.

The snake boat sailed away, and the story of Wei Jixiang officially came to an end.

Song Zhaowen's career officially began.

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The eighth day of the eighth lunar month is an auspicious day for worshipping gods.

The Wong Tai Sin Temple is no longer frequented by devout men and women.

Outside the ancestral hall, there were more than a dozen vehicles of various kinds, ranging from Mercedes-Benz cars to dilapidated bread carts.

Dozens of men dressed in various styles, but all with a江湖 (jianghu, a term referring to the world of martial arts and chivalry) air about them, were scattered around, seemingly relaxed, but actually subtly controlling the several entrances and exits of the ancestral hall. Passing neighbors took detours, and even the street vendors packed up their stalls.

In an unremarkable Mazda.

Liu Jianming ate a sandwich while observing the ancestral hall through the car window.

This man worked under Huang Zhicheng. He was only in his early twenties and had risen to the rank of senior police officer in less than four years after graduating from police academy. He worked as an undercover officer in the Triad Investigation Division of Tsz Wan Shan Police Station.

He was incredibly lucky, solving cases every year and was hailed as a rising star in the police force.

No one knew that he had another identity: Han Chen, a mole in the police force, who had been helping him rise through the ranks of the police force year after year.

Chen Jun (another undercover agent of Han Chen) in the passenger seat muttered, "Damn, these gangsters are putting on a show! I'm getting chilled out of the house this morning."

Liu Jianming took a sip of espresso: "What grand show? Today's show is all about tough punches and civil service exams."

Chen Jun scoffed, "What 'hard fist' Wen is, he's just a gangster. Inspector Wong hates gangsters the most. Let's arrest him while he's on duty and make him lose face. Inspector Wong will definitely praise us."

The two acted on their own, knowing that Wong Chi-shing had long wanted to wipe out several triads in Tsz Wan Shan. These gangsters were their targets. Recently, Hard Fist Man had become incredibly popular, and taking him down to establish his authority would definitely be a good show.

"The people are inside, move out!"

When Liu Jianming saw Song Zhaowen and others get out of the car and enter the venue, he was about to push open the car door.

bang~

One hand is holding the car door open.

Liu Jianming looked up and saw their immediate superior, Huang Zhicheng.

Huang Zhicheng, a cigarette dangling from his lips, pointed at the two men and said, "You two, get back to your positions immediately!"

Lau Kin-ming's heart skipped a beat, but he feigned ignorance: "Inspector Wong? Inside is the Zhengxing gang opening a shrine and setting up shop. Hard Fist Man and Sung Siu-man are inside. If we rush in now and catch them red-handed, we can definitely crush their arrogance. It's the perfect opportunity!"

Chen Jun quickly chimed in, "Yes, Inspector Wong, these gangsters are causing trouble, we..."

"I'm telling you to stop!" Huang Zhicheng's voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable coldness. He took the cigarette from his mouth, exhaled a puff of smoke, and squinted at the figures that were barely visible at the entrance of the ancestral hall: "Arrest? Arrest what? People are worshipping gods and burning incense, what law have they broken? Going in to arrest people, do you have an arrest warrant? Do you have concrete evidence? Or do you want to be like those old military uniforms, arresting people just because they have tattoos?"

Lau Kin-ming opened his mouth, "When did Inspector Wong ever become so reasonable?"

Huang Zhicheng stared intently at the ancestral hall and muttered to himself, "Song Zhaowen, what kind of person are you, really?"