Hong Kong Island Old Events

"Hongxing."

"Hong Xing!"

"Hong Xing!"

More than a hundred people from Hongxing were prepared in advance. They shouted in unison, raised their arms and shouted, and the shouts spread throughout the Tin Hau Temple.

It made birds fly.

Jiang Tiansheng stood under the statue of the Queen Mother and looked at the community brothers in the audience who were united and working together. He felt a surge of pride in his heart and said loudly: "From now on, we are all Hongxing brothers, and we should all face difficulties together." , be blessed and enjoy.”

"To celebrate the new Hong Hing sign, I will set up a running water banquet on Tin Hau Street for three days. I hope everyone will have a good time eating and having fun."

"The positions of each church remain unchanged. We must make Hongxing stronger and more prosperous!"

All the players in the field looked excited and shouted confidently: "Okay!"

"The more you do, the stronger you get!"

“The more we do, the more prosperous we become!”

Although Jiang Tiansheng did not speak out on the spot, divide the territory, or promote the key brothers, in fact, the relevant things have been done before, and those present are those who have received benefits and are willing to fully support the Jiang family. And those who hope to keep the Yiqun brand or the backbone left by Brother Hao.

Either they have already died in the many years of shopping in the world, or they have retired and live their lives guarding a fruit bar, grocery store, or grocery store.

Some simply quit the club.

Many people who have feelings for the Yiqun sign have staged strong protests. Most of them are not so much dissatisfied with the sign change as they are dissatisfied with the system change. Because Jiang Tiansheng wanted to completely change Hongxing into a hereditary system passed down from father to son and from son to grandson while changing his brand name.

You must know that many of the first batch of Yiqun brothers who entered the world are still alive. Withdrawing from the world does not mean that they have no reputation. Even if they don't have real power in their hands, they will instinctively object to the interlocutor turning their brothers' things into their own.

Those territories and businesses were all bought back by the brothers with one blow and one shot with their lives.

It's a pity that they have no power in their hands, and their elbows can't twist the thighs.

Of course, Jiang Tiansheng would not give up his family's legacy for a little noise, and joined forces with his younger brother Tianyang to suppress two civil strife within minutes. And he killed a group of people and promoted a group of people. He also hinted at changing the hall to a hereditary system, giving the hall boss the power to recommend the next hall leader.

Such a generous decentralization of power and the sharing of the cake soon gave Hong Xing a centripetal force and gave the Jiang family a base.

Although Hongxing has always been an electoral system in the movie, today's Hongxing is more powerful, and the Jiang family has the promise of the big boss, so it is logical to turn Hongxing into a family business.

However, there are still some people whose interests have been harmed, and they have separated with their brothers and cousins ​​under the banner of Lao Yiqun.

Xinhongxing, Laoyiqun.

Gradually evolved into two branches.

"Big boss, Big Chiang set up a flowing banquet at Tin Hau Temple to celebrate the establishment of the new sign. Little Chiang also rushed back from overseas. Almost everyone from the Jianghu went there." In the evening, when I got off work.

Ni Kun opened the car door for the big boss: "Mr. Jiang also handed you a greeting card."

"not going."

He Dingxian bent down and got into the car, crossing his legs. He already knew about Jiang Tiansheng's founding of Hongxing, so he was not surprised by the word "Hongxing". Because these two characters have special meanings. For example, the prefix "Hong" represents Hongmen's authentic sect.

The character Xing represents the ambition of the Chiang family.

Although Yiqun, the predecessor of Hongxing, is not authentic, it is at most a branch of Hongmen.

If not, Wu Shihao had linked Yiqun to Chao Yiyong, and Chao Yiyong was a member of the Hongmen Society. It didn’t even have the name of a Hongmen branch, it was just a local gang in the countryside. However, before Jiang Tiansheng established Hongxing, he made a special trip to the Hongmen Headquarters in San Francisco and obtained the permission of Mr. Wan, the leader of Hongmen Mountain, to establish Hongxing on Hong Kong Island in Fengjie. This can be said to be the true Hongmen orthodoxy.

The old Hongmen had a complete esoteric system, among which "Fengjie Chuanzong" was one type. For example, the Sichuan-Chongqing Brother Lao Hui during World War II was the most orthodox Hongmen sect.

Fengjie means "to hold the festival", "to be appointed by the emperor", and "to be approved by the chief rudder".

Ni Kun was not surprised by the big boss's attitude. Just as he was about to close the door, he heard the big boss say again: "From now on, invitations sent by such associations will be burned directly. I have no interest in political affairs."

If there is something worthy of attention, someone will naturally call.

"I got it, big boss."

Ni Kun gently pushed the car door open, turned around, ran into the driver's seat, and drove back to Wyndham Street.

Three months later.

Hospital Road.

On the bottom floor of a commercial building, Inspector Huang Zhicheng of the Narcotics Investigation Bureau was wearing a shirt, holding a cigarette in his mouth and sitting on a bench on the street with a newspaper in his hand. The cigarette ash had accumulated in a knot, hanging in a curved shape, and would soon fall to the ground. .

But he was staring at the newspaper intently, using the newspaper's cover to cover the earphone hanging from his right ear.

At this time, a young man with discounted earrings, dyed yellow hair, and jeans walked into the building. He looked left and right before hurriedly running upstairs.

Huang Zhicheng didn't even move his buttocks, and said into the earphone: "Roast pig, roast duck, someone is coming up, please move."

"receive."

"receive."

A police officer who was squatting at the second-floor window smoking immediately threw away his cigarette, turned and walked towards the stairs. There was also a man wearing a headset and holding a handrail on the fifth-floor corridor, running down in a hurry. This commercial building is not high, with a total of seven floors. It covers a large area and has more than 40 rooms on each floor.

In addition to the two stair entrances and exits, there are also multiple windows for escape, making the environment quite complex.

Huang Maozi passed by the police officer from the fifth floor on the third floor. Although he paid attention to glance at it, he did not think about it. The police officer who came up from the second floor slowly hung behind Huang Maozi. There are many buildings and mahjong parlors in this building, and the coming and going of people is very complicated.

Huang Mao had a clear goal and went straight to a room on the sixth floor.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

He raised his fist and knocked hard on the door: "Open the door to receive guests."

A young woman with dyed red hair, wearing a miniskirt and black suspenders, with a dusty face, opened the door, turned sideways and welcomed Huang Maozi in, and glanced around cautiously before closing the door. The police officer took a step back, hid in the corner, pressed the headset and said, "Sir Huang, the factory is at 613."

"The information is correct."

Huang Zhicheng put down the newspaper, spit out the cigarette butts, and when he stood up, his trousers were covered with soot: "Doing work."

"Yes, sir!"

"Yes, sir!"

Just as hair dyeing and earrings are still new fashions, wireless headsets are still the latest trendy technology and are only equipped for a few anti-drug, serious crime, and Flying Tiger teams. The entire set of equipment is imported from abroad and has never been seen by ordinary people.

The anti-drug team took advantage of communication advantages and convenient command to teach the club Ma Zai a lesson every minute.

After Huang Zhicheng rushed into the building quickly, the doors of three cars on the roadside opened in unison, and twelve police officers wearing headsets and shirts poured straight into the commercial building.

When the following police officer saw Huang Sir and others arriving at the scene, he immediately whispered: "Sir Huang, the person is inside."

"You come up with me."

Huang Zhicheng put the gun behind his waist and patted the police officer on the shoulder. The police officer followed suit and put away his gun. Together with the chief, he came to the iron gate and knocked on the door vigorously: "Dong, dong, dong."

inside the room.

Several Fuyi Xingmazai who were diluting US dollars were startled when they heard the knock on the door. Someone immediately pulled out a gun and loaded it, staring at the door, ready to fight to the death at any time. A young man with glasses, broken bangs, a suit but a kitchen skirt, and gloves flicked his wrist, and snow-white flour spread all over the table.

Normally, he would have been extremely distressed, but now he was trembling all over and his face was pale.

"Do you want to do business?"

"I'm in a fucking hurry. I have to go home to be with my wife after I finish."

As the rough yelling came, everyone in the room breathed a sigh of relief. Someone glanced at the girl sitting next to him watching TV. The girl wisely lifted up her long hair, revealing a big bear. He opened the wooden door inside a crack, squeezed it with his body, and said seductively: "Boss."

"I'm not feeling well today and I can't accept customers. Can I find another hotel?"

Huang Zhicheng leaned against the wall, with a look of a hungry ghost on his face, and said loudly: "Fuck you, you're not feeling well. You can't stop me without cement. Open the door quickly."

"It's really not okay, boss, spilling blood on you will affect your financial prospects." The girl was still explaining, but Huang Zhicheng blocked her mouth with one sentence: "It's not like you are getting blood all over me, it's none of my business. ?”

"If you mess with me, the righteous and brave chicken, your whole family will be hacked."

The man in the room became more and more relaxed, and even lowered the muzzle of his gun two inches. Just when the pretty girl was about to get angry, the man standing next to Huang Zhicheng suddenly raised his pistol, and at the same time Huang Zhicheng shouted: "Open the door!"

"Otherwise I'll kill you later."

The pretty girl suddenly panicked, met Huang Zhicheng's murderous eyes, and easily unlocked the iron door with trembling hands.

Some of the boys realized something was wrong, but their line of sight was blocked by the girl's naked back. When they wanted to step forward to check, the iron door had been pushed open.

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

Huang Zhicheng rushed into the room without hesitation, raised his gun and shot at several horsemen. He acted very quickly and decisively.

The two policemen fell to the ground immediately after being shot, and the remaining people fired back with their guns. Amidst the hail of bullets, the girl was shot several times and died on the scene. When the remaining police officers rushed into the room, Huang Zhicheng had been shot in the calf. , fell to the ground.

The young man wearing glasses raised his hands in the air, stood next to the kitchen where the goods were distributed, and shouted: "I surrender."

"surrender."

Immediately, a police officer came forward to detain the person, and the remaining police officers opened a few cardboard boxes and saw two lions stepping on the earth piece by piece inside. They turned around with surprise and said: "Sir Huang, more than thirty yuan." dollars.”

"I've been watching them for a long time."

Huang Zhicheng was helped by the police to stand up, grinning, showing a bit of a smile.

The subordinate said from the side: "Sir Huang, I will take you to the hospital right away."

But when another subordinate saw the woman lying dead on the ground, he secretly thought something bad: "I'm afraid Sir Huang won't be able to survive."

When two medical staff carried Huang Zhicheng on a stretcher and put him into an ambulance, a car circled the commercial building. The driver in the car raised his head and glanced at the room on the sixth floor through the glass, then turned around and drove into the Taipingshan Police Station.