Hong Kong Island Old Events

He Dingxian's night was different from what most expected. He neither went to the temporary ring in Happy Valley to watch the boxing match, nor stayed at the embassy to handle official business. Instead, he returned home early to prepare for bed. Because there is no need to look forward to a boxing match that has already ended, because there are not so many official things to do in Wan Chai...

But when Ni Kun came to see him shirtless, He Dingxian couldn't help being stunned for a moment. He looked at the coachman covered in sea water in front of him and asked: "Shek Kip Mei was burned?"

"Yes, the factory was burned down." Ni Kun only had a pair of shorts on him. Although he was still conscious, he nodded simply and said: "The people from Lian Kung Lok burned down the Shek Kip Mei Paper Factory, which caused a fire in Shek Kip Mei Uk Village. , half of the sky in Kowloon District was burned to the core."

He Dingxian took a deep breath, walked quickly to the second floor, and looked towards Kowloon. In the supposedly lonely night, there was a faint red light.

He took out a short shirt from the closet, walked quickly back downstairs, threw the clothes to Ni Kun and said, "Put it on."

"Thank you, boss." Ni Kun took the clothes, put down the towel in his hand, and nodded his thanks.

He Dingxian was a little panicked because he discovered that a large-scale fire that went down in history was caused by his selfish struggle for power and profit. If calculated carefully, Guan Bingsen, Zhang Jingrong, Liu Rongju and others were responsible for at most two-thirds , at least one-third of the responsibility lies with him, but as soon as he turned around, he became even more angry: "Fuck your mother, burn the warehouse, burn the warehouse, it doesn't matter if you use black guns, there are any conflicts that cannot be resolved in the arena. ?"

"You want to burn the heads of the immigrants in the housing estates? Who are those immigrants? TMD, they are the people who have just experienced war and no peace for two years, and have been stepped on by the ghosts at the bottom!"

"They are the main labor force that will build Hong Kong in the future, and they are the root of this city!"

The roots of Hong Kong Island will never lie with the rich, but with the poor.

He Dingxian has personally experienced too much turmoil and knows the devastation of turmoil on human nature. Are the bold and crazy actions of Liu Rongju, Zhang Jingrong, and Guan Bingsen barbaric methods left behind during the war? Fifty years, twenty years, or even ten years later, would anyone dare to do this?

But they dare!

What dare you!

Boss He was so angry that he had lost his mind. His little panic was suppressed by his anger. He anxiously ordered: "Help me contact Hetu to borrow a boat to cross the sea, and ask Ah Shan and Ah Le to come out together."

"Yes, boss." Ni Kun opened his mouth to answer.

From the beginning to the end, Akun has been living in a rental house in Kowloon. After coming to Hong Kong Island with his boss, he takes the ferry to Wan Chai every morning. If the boss is busy and finishes work early the day before, sometimes he will go to the street He would sleep on the floor orally, sometimes in the lobby of the boss's building.

Because the rent in Hong Kong Island is more expensive than that in Kowloon, Akun, who just got married, would rather sleep five or six hours a day and get up at six in the morning to take the ferry than pay dozens of yuan more in rent.

That night, he rushed to Hong Kong Island from Kowloon after receiving the news. Since the Kowloon City Ferry was closed, he had to swim directly across the sea to report to the big boss.

At this time, at about one o'clock in the morning, Qian Weishan and Chen Jiale had already fallen asleep. However, they were woken up by a knock on the door. They were shocked to hear the big event. They looked up at the sky, but they quickly put on their clothes, put on their guns, and rushed to the university. At the door of my house.

Three rickshaws were already waiting in front of the house. He Dingxian was about to take people on the bus when he suddenly remembered something. He turned around and said to Ni Kun: "Akun, please bring the news to Lei Luo. His family also lives in the estate. What happened?" When you're done, come upstairs to sleep with me."

"I know, boss." Ni Kun's expression was stunned, Lei Tan's address immediately sounded in his head, and he turned around to deliver the message.

After Ho Ting-hsien took the two of them to Kowloon by car in the fishing village, he took a rickshaw to Shek Kip Mei and rushed slowly. It was already 2:40 in the morning. The entire Shek Kip Mei area was ablaze, and it was a mess, with thousands of people on it. Tens of thousands of victims have gone to the streets and buildings near Kowloon Tong and Sham Shui Po to huddle up and rest. Many of them are covered in gray smoke and their expressions are in shock. Most of them are hugging their families to keep warm. Their faces look like they are surviving the disaster, but there are also wails and screams. The sound of crying, the emotion of suffering filled the air...

The closer we get to the residential area of ​​Shek Kip Mei, the crowd becomes more silent and the citizens become more numb.

He Dingxian, Qian Weishan, and Chen Jiale looked at this scene and were speechless for a moment. For the first time, He Dingxian felt guilty in his heart.

He felt that suffering should not be added to the suffering people...

However, everyone in the world wants to step on the suffering people! Because they are at the bottom and the easiest people to bully!

For the first time, Ho Ting-hsien wanted to do something for the Chinese people in Hong Kong Island.

Be born again.

It’s okay to fight for power!

You should be developed, rich, and a big boss, but this seems not enough. If you can do something useful for the Chinese at the bottom, improve the welfare of the bottom citizens, and even make Hong Kong Island develop better, let the citizens When jobs open, wages will be raised.

It’s better than enjoying it alone!

Perhaps, in his subconscious mind, these actions were not done by a businessman or policeman, but should be done by the British Hong Kong government and were none of his business!

However, as a colonial ruler, Gui Lao is destined not to regard you as one of his own. The Chinese can only rely on themselves if they want to stand up, so he should do it alone!

"Brother Xian, Brother Xian, boss..."

In a resettlement area, a group of injured or disaster-stricken paper mill workers stood up one after another and looked at their boss with a gloomy expression.

He Dingxian did not immediately enter the cordon surrounded by officers, but found the figure of Lard Boy and arrived at the place where the brothers were placed.

"Azai, how's the situation?"

With a dark face, Lardboy opened his mouth and said, "It was Zhang Jingrong who did it!"

"Let me ask you, how is the situation in the housing estate! How is the fire!" He Tingxian yelled, and the others were silent. Lardboy hesitated for a moment and said: "Look back, what can you do? Shek Kip Mei is gone. .”

He Dingxian was also speechless for a moment. He sighed and gave an answer: "Don't worry, someone will pay for the life of the people in the housing estate. It may be me, it may be Zhang Jingrong, or it may be everyone."

"Brother Xian, these people from Dongguan did it. We must kill Zhang Jingrong." Zhu Luzai said firmly: "If we don't kill him, the evil ghosts under the housing estate will not let us go!"

"If you are afraid, go and pray to God." He Dingxian gave him a cold look and said loudly: "As for the damned people, they will definitely die. The situation in the housing estate cannot be calculated, but what about the workers in the factory?"

"More than twenty people died, those who resisted on the spot were killed alive, and more than thirty people were injured." Lardboy already had the answer, so he opened his mouth and replied: "The remaining two hundred people are fine, after all, the factory is From the first source of fire, it’s a good thing that the brothers ran fast.”

"Hey." He sneered: "But there are many brothers who are separated. They won't come back for the time being. I don't know how to calculate."

"I know, I rushed home to save people. Remember to count them again afterwards and make up for the resettlement expenses." He Dingxian explained.

Lardboy nodded subconsciously, and then exclaimed: "The factory needs to be rebuilt and the machines need to be repurchased. Where can we find the money to pay for the relocation allowance!"

"Borrow usury from a bank! Do you know!" He Dingxian's pupils suddenly widened and he shouted angrily, and the lard boy pursed his lips and stopped saying anything.

"Why should we pay for the resettlement expenses after such a big fire? Everyone is a victim! Borrowing loan sharks to pay for the resettlement expenses is even more nonsense!"

"If the Hong Kong government really plans to resettle refugees, it will naturally provide the money."

"But I'll borrow it if the big boss says it. It's great if you can borrow it. If you want to be a Bodhisattva, you can jump off the building yourself." Lardboy secretly cursed.

He Dingxian knew that after tonight, many people would be missing or separated in the fire. In order to prevent the victims from gathering and making trouble, Gui Lao would also mobilize the military and police to implement temporary military control. Those with relatives and money could still stay in Hong Kong without identity. People who have no money may be deported, some people can meet again, and some people will never meet again.

"By the way, where's Ahao?" he asked suddenly.

Lardboy opened his mouth and replied: "I led a group of brothers to chase Liu Rongju."

"But it was already on fire when Brother Hao went after him. Just be careful and nothing will happen." Zhu Luzai didn't think that Wu Shihao would be able to kill Liu Rongju. After all, the flames were fierce, but Wu Shihao could run and hide. There were two groups of people. It is not necessarily that they will plunge directly into the fire. There are still a large number of wooden houses in Shek Kip Mei that have not caught fire. It will take a certain amount of time for the fire to expand. However, based on the arrangement of the British Hong Kong government in Shek Kip Mei and the temperament of the ghost guy from the Fire Department, sooner or later the fire will just sit back and watch the fire. Devouring the entire housing estate.

Even though Chinese firefighters have entered the fire and rescued people, their actual effect is not great. The water pipes previously installed in the paper mill have worked wonders and have a great effect on putting out the fire.

"It's just that someone saw Ajie..."

He Dingxian's heart suddenly suddenly fell into silence. Suddenly, he took off the gun from his waist and threw it to the ground, saying loudly: "Zhang Jingrong is right there, who dares to kill him!"

A sense of absurdity arose in the hearts of Lardboy and others. They shot an Inspector Zonghua with a gun in front of a group of ghost officers. What would be the outcome in full view of everyone?

But Lardboy suddenly realized that there is no better time than war and chaos, and there is no better time than the raging fire. If you want to do something, it is better to do it now!

Now is the best chance to kill him!

At the same time, more than a dozen people in the resettlement area stood up and said, "Leave it to me!"

"Brother Xian, I'm coming!"

There are residents of housing estates who have lost their families and are filled with hatred, victims who have lost relatives and friends and are desperate, and there are countless invincible people here!

Not to mention a Chief Inspector, if he drops his gun, the Hong Kong Governor would dare to fire it!

Lard Boy was the first to step forward and grab the gun, but Qian Weishan was quick-thinking and took off his gun and threw it into the hands of someone behind him, saying, "Use my gun!"

The man received the police gun and opened the safety without hesitation. He turned out to be a person who really knew how to use guns. He immediately walked towards the warning area step by step under the eyes of everyone.

He Dingxian looked at Lard Boy and asked, "What's that brother's name?"

"It seems that the surname is Zhou." Lardboy gave a vague answer.

After Brother Zhou arrived at the security area, he made an excuse: "I have something to do with Inspector Zhang..."

The uniformed policeman holding a stick on guard naturally would not agree, but when he stepped forward to refuse, there was a gap in the cordon. Brother Zhou pretended to turn back, suddenly turned around and raised his gun. Without saying a word, he tapped the trigger six times: " Bang bang bang!!!”

Six consecutive shots were fired indiscriminately, but he failed to shoot down someone accurately, or he hit more targets intentionally. After a burst of gunfire, five officers fell to the ground in the cordoned area.

Zeng Shaoke and Cai Zhaoguang suddenly heard gunshots and fell to the ground without hesitation, followed by another series of gunshots: "Puff, puff, puff."

The shooter was shot multiple times and died.

When Zeng Shaoke raised his head again, Zhang Jingrong, Yuan Yi, the senior assistant director, the district director of the Fire Department, and the director of Kowloon Tong were shot one after another. Some people fell to the ground holding their wounds, and some people had their pupils widened, and their faces were full of dismay. Believe it or not, some people looked panicked and shouted in English...

Those who were shot were the core group of people at the scene.

Zeng Shaoke felt that the world was absurd for a moment, but suddenly he felt that it was only natural that no matter what level of officer he was, he might eventually be killed with a single shot when he went out to do business.

What's more, in a disaster scene where there is chaos and chaos, it can be said that anyone who sets foot in the disaster area, on the front line, or even gets command authority in the office is actually in danger, involved in disputes, and may eventually be killed.

The Chinese in Hong Kong have never lacked the spirit of resistance. If the situation eases and they can make a living, everyone is willing to lay down their weapons. If the situation changes suddenly...

There are many people willing to take up arms!

"Protect sir."

"Protective officer..."

Not to mention the chaos in the security area, He Dingxian watched from a distance as six shots were fired, and many officers were shot. He suddenly understood in his heart what a dangerous military front is!

Once the sharp blade is unsheathed, it cannot be taken back without blood. The person who takes action is always filled with hatred and cannot control it!

A bloody fight driven by power may not necessarily be a one-and-done affair, but it may also involve overturning the table.

Chess pieces also have ideas.

Just like an avenger with a gun, there are many people who want to kill!

More than just Zhang Jingrong.

"Huh..." He let out a long breath, turned his eyes to Qian Weishan, and sighed: "Ah Shan, why do you want to use your gun?"

Qian Weishan smiled as he expected: "Brother Xian, everyone has a life, and a gun has a life. This gun of mine can shoot three ghosts, so it's worth it."

"I'll find a way to help you deal with it." He stepped forward and patted Qian Weishan on the shoulder, but Qian Weishan shook his head: "It doesn't matter, the boss can't pull out the gun. The younger brother can just grab the gun and watch the show."

He Dingxian's expression suddenly changed and he shouted sternly: "Ale, arrest Qian Weishan!"

"Send back to Wan Chai embassy!"

"Yes, sir!" Chen Jiale came to his senses after shouting angrily, quickly agreed, glanced at Brother Shan, and quickly led others away.

He Dingxian stepped forward and patted Lardboy's blackened face, and said with a sneer: "How is it? Is the show good?"

Lardboy took a deep breath and said with relief: "The brothers in the estate are all watching. Whoever treats the estate residents well will be remembered by the estate residents."

He knows that the boss needs a shot and a life to win the hearts of the villagers. At the same time, the bigger the matter, the better. Currently, the big boss has an absolute advantage.

Because someone needs to be responsible for a fire that affects 100,000 people. Otherwise, how can the British Hong Kong government calm the turbulent people? How to calm international public opinion?

Whether it is from a legal point of view or from a legal point of view, of course the person in charge cannot be him. After all, it was not the big boss who started the fire!

On the contrary, the big boss is in the position of a victim. Even if he has some involvement, he will not be criticized. Once he takes risks and stands up for the estate residents, he will immediately receive more sympathy.

Like Lardboy, he is actually a little dissatisfied with the big boss due to the serious consequences of the fire. It's not that he thinks the big boss is at fault, but that the struggle for power and profit is a bit contrary to his conscience. If he doesn't speak out in a short time, he will do so in the future. There is a gap.

But as the six bullets were fired, the evil spirit in his heart dissipated, and Lardboy felt even more that he should support the big boss!

The big boss is a person who really stands up for the estate boys.

At the same time, the people in the housing estates do not support the emergence of a big boss. No matter how many fellow villagers and relatives are officials, what is it like to be a rich man?

There are more than 100,000 housing estate residents in Shek Kip Mei who need a representative who is truly willing to stand up for them and do things for them in the future.

This man is undoubtedly the big boss.

However, He Dingxian didn't seem to understand the meaning of Lardboy's words, but commented calmly: "You will be very busy at night. I want you to do a few things."

"Boss, tell me," said Lardboy.

"The first thing is to go to Hong Kong Island to wake up Zou Huaiwen and ask him to immediately go to the newspaper office to compile a new newspaper and inform him of the news in Kowloon."

"Let the news of his burning house be put on the front page, report the disaster, and call for donations. Put the boxing match on the second page. At the same time, inform all Hong Kong citizens that the 200,000 Hong Kong dollars in prize money raised from the boxing match will be All donated to the people affected by the disaster."

This bonus of 200,000 Hong Kong dollars was actually raised by major gambling bookmakers.

The purpose is to heat up the boxing match.

It's none of He Dingxian's business, it feels like spending money for others, but the casino originally lent him his chickens to lay eggs and owed him a big favor.

There is no big problem with this amount.

Because last night, several major gambling houses in the province, Hong Kong and Macao raised at least millions, and a total of only 200,000 was raised in bonuses.

If Wu Gongyi and Chen Kefu have any objections, first think about whether the saliva of all Hong Kong citizens is enough to drown them!

"The second thing is to help find out where Guan Bingsen is. Don't let him run away."

“Don’t even think about running away when you’re all lined up!”

He Dingxian looked murderous.

Lardboy nodded heavily.

"Third, go to the door of Chu's house in Repulse Bay tomorrow morning and wait for Miss Chu or Mr. Chu to wake up. In short, there are many Chaoshan fellows in the housing estate. The Chaoshan Chamber of Commerce cannot turn a blind eye. While asking the Chamber of Commerce to help prepare supplies, let Miss Chu help find them. The printing factory has a few spare machines to print newspapers."

He Dingxian spoke up.

Lardboy reacted very quickly and answered immediately: "Is it too late to wait for them to wake up and brush the newspaper?"

Ho Dingxian shook his head: "At this time, all morning newspapers and daily papers in Hong Kong have been sealed. As long as the Oriental Daily can be published before noon tomorrow, we will be the first newspaper in Hong Kong to report on the disaster. In addition, we have exclusive For news, use the prize money from boxing matches for charity. The newspaper will definitely sell better than before. It can also be regarded as seizing the hot spots, printing and selling at the same time, and you will make money just because of the name."

"As long as it's before the Afternoon Newspaper goes public."

Lardboy nodded: "I understand."

After all, the Chu family is a businessman family. Boss Chu has many official duties and social activities, so it is impossible for him to sleep in until eight or nine o'clock.

You can make a time difference.

"Finally, find a few brothers you trust, cross the sea to Haojiang to find 'Fu Laorong', and go to Nanyue to find 'Sun Liu', and find a way to ask them for some money."

"These big gambling houses make millions overnight. What's wrong with using some of their money to spend on the refugees? They should have some face!"

Lardboy grinned: "Are you going to be a beggar? I did become a beggar when I was fleeing, okay!"

There's really nothing to be ashamed of about going for alms, it's better than the victims of the disaster not having enough to eat.

He Dingxian waited until Lard Boy turned around and left, hurriedly went to do something, and then looked inside the cordon. A group of police officers shouting in foreign languages ​​were sending their superiors away one after another. They actually physically separated the Chinese and foreigners. Even the Chinese detectives at the scene Changdu no longer trusts.

The ambulance that had arrived at the scene had not moved, and the medical staff did not get out of the car to treat the victims. It turned out that it was to prepare the Guilao senior officials and the police force.

Even if Zhang Jingrong and Yuan Yi were shot at the same time, they did not receive timely treatment. Instead, they stood aside and watched the ambulance take the ghost guy away first.

In the chaos, the detectives did not dare to move and had to do basic work to stop the bleeding. However, Zhang Jingrong and Yuan Yi obviously took in more air and less out, and they were dying faster and faster.

He Dingxian came outside the cordon, lifted up his clothes, exposed his gun, and said loudly: "Plainclothes officers in Wan Chai visited He Dingxian."

"Brother Xian, I know you, but the commander has ordered that no one is allowed in except medical staff." A uniformed officer maintaining the police circle sighed: "Don't make it difficult for us."

"I'm looking for my master." He looked into the field, and Chen Li also noticed him. He was smoking a cigarette and walked forward with a sad look on his face: "Let him come in."

"yes!"

"Sir!" Seeing that the leader was responsible, the uniformed policeman no longer hesitated and let people into the scene.

Chen Li glanced at the gun bag on his waist, and he was still wary. He raised his hand and said, "Lift it up and take a look!"

"Master." He Dingxian put down the corner of his clothes. The gun in his gun bag was stained with dust, but it calmed Chen Li's heart. He just heard him say: "I knew it was the police as soon as the gunshot rang out. The team's standard gun, I almost didn't have to turn my head, I thought of the name of a bad guy, it doesn't matter if the bad guy himself is bad, I'm afraid that my old bones will be broken by him."

"How big of a hole do you have to dig to bury the two of us?"

He Dingxian forced a smile and said: "There is so much sea in Kowloon that needs to be filled in, but it will never..."

"Am I discussing digging holes with you?" Chen Li glared at him, and then said: "You have some sense and know how to let your subordinates' guns come out. How to write a report? The agent was besieged by refugees in the disaster area and was lost. gun?"

"Is this okay?" He Dingxian heard the meaning behind his master's words and was a little in disbelief. Chen Li nodded and said, "What's wrong with that?"

"In the police force, the entire Dongguan Gang will be buried in this fire. From now on, the police force will be our Chaoshan Gang's world. If we can't protect even a small agent, Chief Inspector Gao will stop doing it."

Chen Li turned back to look at the fire, his eyes seemed to be unbearable, and he seemed to have ambition: "This fire has burned Shi Kipwei away, what are you going to do in the future?"

Ho Ting-yin resolutely said: "Build a better Shek Kip Mei! A better Hong Kong Island!"

"Haha, I'm here too" belongs to my old brother. Junzai has read every Hong Kong book he has read. Yesterday, he read it for two days at a time. Thank you very much.

I originally wanted to add more chapters, but the pressure of writing 10,000 words a day was too great, and the double pressure on my mind and body was still overwhelming.

When it becomes easier to update after two months, I will choose an opportunity to update more to give feedback.

As for whether this plot is good or bad, you can judge it all. It can also deepen Junzai's thinking about writing articles. But in short, the pressure has been really great these two days. I almost couldn't stand it today. I want to have less updates tomorrow, but at least More came out.

It’s a nice touch to update this chapter in advance. It won’t be available tomorrow morning. I hope you can forgive me if it happens in the evening.