In 1959, what's wrong with me pedaling a tricycle?

On February 2, 1961, Wang Xingguo arrived in Hong Kong by boat.

By this time, Hong Kong already resembled mainland China in the 1980s, with clusters of multi-story tenement buildings in the core areas of Hong Kong Island and Kowloon, and commercial buildings with more than ten stories in Central.

The streets are densely packed with private cars, taxis, double-decker buses, and trams; ferry services are well-developed; and Kai Tak Airport handles regular international flights. The roadside shops, neon lights, and street stalls are plentiful.

However, there's not much to say about public security at this point.

Wang Xingguo's lips twitched as he watched the thugs chasing and beating him with machetes and sticks.

Having just disembarked and obtained fake identification documents, I arrived in Kwun Tong and witnessed this scene of triad fighting.

Wang Xingguo carried 50,000 Hong Kong dollars on his back. This was the foreign exchange he received after offsetting his debts at the night market and handing over 150,000 Hong Kong dollars to the night market.

He can get whatever goods he wants; the smuggling ships here will help him bring them back to Guangzhou, and then he can transport them back by train.

However, Wang Xingguo had no intention of spending money to smuggle much goods. After all, now that he was here, would he be short of money?

Wang Xingguo originally wanted to stay at a hotel, but when he heard that the room rate was HK$200 per night, it really hurt his wallet, so he decided not to stay at the hotel.

Keep in mind that at that time, the monthly salary of a Hong Kong person was around HK$100 to HK$700. Ordinary workers earned around HK$100 a month, while senior white-collar workers earned only HK$600 to HK$700.

Staying there for one day would cost an ordinary worker a month's salary, which is too extravagant. Anyway, Wang Xingguo couldn't bear to spend that money. He had enough space to stay and didn't need to worry about accommodation at all.

After buying a newspaper, Wang Xingguo studied the map; he was about to embark on a big business venture!

He often thought, now that we have space, when can I experience the life of robbing the rich to help the poor?

His target was the powerful foreigners. After all, no matter what kind of billionaire detective they were, they were just the glove; the real money was made by the foreigners.

"Hey, handsome, where are you from?"

Wang Xingguo was a little confused. He was just reading a newspaper on the street when a guy who looked fierce and was obviously a gangster came up to him and asked where he was from.

Thanks to Cantonese songs and movies, he can understand Cantonese, but he can't speak it.

Wang Xingguo shook his head and said, "I'm not a gangster, boss, you've mistaken me for someone else."

Hearing Wang Xingguo's words, the guy got even more excited, patting Wang Xingguo on the shoulder and asking in broken Mandarin, "Did you just swim here? Have you found a job yet? You're strong and healthy, want to come work for me? Room and board included, great prospects!"

Wang Xingguo was somewhat amused and exasperated; the fact that he was being described as having a promising future as a gangster was truly baffling...

However, Wang Xingguo thought about it and realized that he had five days to get things done, so he could go with him for a while. Anyway, he still needed to figure out how to get a car and then borrow some money and stuff from the foreigners and these gang members to spend.

So Wang Xingguo nodded and said, "Boss, what's in it for me to follow you?"

The burly man patted his chest and said, "Of course there are benefits. Follow me and you'll live a life of luxury without any problems. I, Xian Shi Dong, have always been loyal to my brothers. If you weren't lucky, you wouldn't have had the chance to meet a boss like me."

Wang Xingguo followed this man who called himself Xian Shidong.

He sounded very impressive when he was bragging, but once they got to the gang's territory, Wang Xingguo realized he had been tricked!

This place only has one restaurant, two fruit stalls, and one fish stall...

The name of the gang is too intimidating. A gang name like Zhongyi Hall sounds very powerful. Who would have thought it would be such a trap?

Wang Xingguo sat with Xian Shidong in the restaurant, a small fast-food eatery...

Wang Xingguo was already planning to leave, but Xian Shidong wanted to treat his newly recruited underling to a meal and drinks, so Wang Xingguo thought he could just get a free meal before leaving.

After all, it took me twenty minutes to walk here with this idiot, which wasted my energy.

After a fast food meal, Wang Xingguo listened to Xian Shidong and his two underlings bragging about who he was on good terms with, which big shots he knew, and who he had negotiated deals with.

Although Wang Xingguo understood, he remained silent, eating and drinking beer quietly, preparing to run away soon.

After finishing the meal, Wang Xingguo took advantage of Xian Shidong and the others' inattention to leave.

Wang Xingguo boarded a bus and arrived in Causeway Bay.

After getting off the bus, Wang Xingguo frowned. This is Causeway Bay?

Damn it, all they talk about is invading Causeway Bay and planting their flag, calling themselves the Tiger of Causeway Bay, but all they have are a few run-down streets.

Wang Xingguo was very disappointed. He had thought it would be a much larger area, but it turned out to be just this small. His positive impression of the movie was completely shattered.

Wang Xingguo began scouting the location: the intersection of George Street and Percival Street in Causeway Bay, on Lockhart Road behind Daimaru Department Store. The warehouse was a two-story independent red brick building, with the first floor being a general store for food and daily necessities, and the second floor being a store for fabrics and Western medicines.

He found out that the Daimaru Trading Company belonged to the Japanese, so this warehouse was a place he had to take over.

After spending the time it takes to smoke a few cigarettes and chatting with a few thugs, I learned about the daily get off work schedule here.

The warehouse of this foreign firm only had two security guards. They changed shifts at 6 p.m. and there was another shift change at 2 a.m. Because at night, the guards were all Japanese soldiers, he could act with peace of mind and would never cause any accidental injuries.

After scouting the location, Wang Xingguo was about to leave when a car stopped, and a young man in a suit got out and tossed the car keys to him. Wang Xingguo instinctively caught the keys.

"Take my car to the car wash, and make sure it's clean."

Wang Xingguo was dumbfounded. Had he been mistaken for a parking attendant?

Watching the man enter the Daimaru Trading Company without looking back, Wang Xingguo's heart skipped a beat. A car had actually delivered itself to his doorstep?

He quickly opened the car door, went inside, examined the vehicle for a while, started the car, and successfully drove the Volkswagen Beetle away.

Not long after, Wang Xingguo went to Central and arrived at the back of the Jardine Matheson Building on Des Voeux Road.

He was observing the situation here because he knew that the basement was the trading company's warehouse for valuables, the ground floor was a regular warehouse, and the entrance was in a side alley of the building, guarded by Indian guards all day long.

He kept watching until nightfall, when he discovered a favorable situation: the Indian security guard was only on duty one person at night.

Because the warehouse key is kept by a designated person, only one person is assigned to be on duty at night. If there is any disturbance, the alarm will be activated.

Wang Xingguo was amazed. He could use his spatial collection ability to take away the door of their underground warehouse and even the thick steel door of the safe!

So he doesn't care at all whether there are keys or alarms; he can steal and leave in a few minutes without anyone noticing.