Hong Kong Island Old Events

Looking at his confident smile, Zhu Luzai suddenly felt that He Dingxian could definitely do it, and he wanted to see how He Dingxian wiped out his entire family.

He has finally seen what it means to be ruthless!

Those who rely on fists are not ruthless.

Those who are determined and brain-eating are the real ruthless people!

As long as this kind of person doesn't die, he will definitely be prosperous!

He suddenly felt that the relationship could not be broken, and took the initiative to ask: "Brother Xian, if you need help with anything, just ask."

He Dingxian smiled: "If you are interested, send my mother to a fellow villager's house to stay overnight. I will come to you after I have settled the matter."

"Don't worry, it will be done." Lardboy agreed decisively, and He Dingxian reciprocated: "You can speak English but you don't go to help the company. Is there any difficulty?"

Lardboy smiled and said, "I don't have an ID card."

It turns out that the Hong Kong government closed the refugee settlement policy in 1948.

Because there are too many refugees fleeing to Hong Kong.

Historically, Hong Kong Island had an open settlement policy in the 1940s. At the end of the 1940s, due to the increase in refugees fleeing Hong Kong, the settlement policy could not be absorbed in a short period of time and the settlement policy was cancelled.

In the 1960s, the Hong Kong government was short of labor and implemented the "resistance policy", that is, you can obtain an identity card upon arrival in the city of Xiangjiang.

Until its cancellation in the 1980s.

In fact, every time the border is opened, it is to attract cheap labor, and the cancellation of the settlement policy is to squeeze labor...

Of course, if a relative claims it or a wealthy person can still apply for an ID card, the rest will not have an ID card.

Even if they are talented and knowledgeable, they still have to go to the dock, wash toilets, and do hard work.

He Dingxian didn't expect that Lard Boy was such a loser that he couldn't even catch the first train. No wonder he was still running a street stall despite knowing English. But then he thought about it, at this time in Hong Kong, there are countless talents, heroes, and tycoons who are still struggling at the bottom. Lard Boy is just one of the ordinary people. One, it’s bullshit again!

I am really lucky to be able to wear a military uniform. My parents came to Hong Kong a few years later and did not have identity cards.

So he promised: "Leave the ID card matter to me. As long as nothing happens to my mother at night, I will handle it for you within three days."

Lardboy quickly bent down and said gratefully, "Thank you, Brother Xian. Thank you very much. I'll look for you at the mission house after I've settled my aunt."

"I'll bring you some news then."

"Okay!" He Dingxian agreed.

Fifteen minutes later, two rickshaws were called at the entrance of the housing estate. Soon, Lardboy and He Dingxian came to the car together. After helping his mother get on the bus, Lardboy followed, and the rickshaw sank. , the driver grinned and wanted to add more money, but closed his mouth after seeing the uniformed police hat.

He Tingxian sat in the car on the left and looked at each other again. The two nodded to each other. The rickshaw walked out of the housing estate in Shek Kip Mei at the same time. The fate of the two people who had never met each other has been tied together since then, shaped like coins. On both sides, we go together through wind and rain.

In fact, there is a bit of risk in letting Lard Boy take care of his mother. For example, if someone offers a price for his life on the street, Lard Boy may betray him frantically. But fortunately, no one bids for his life on the road. Nowadays, people are more competitive than others. Money is cheap. If you have any grudges, you will take action yourself. No matter where the big boss is willing to spend money, he will have to grab orders.

Lardboy is from the same hometown and has some brains. Now that he has agreed, he will not break his promise. After all, He Dingxian had already put a gun to his head once.

He Dingxian came to the door of Yau Ma Tei Police Station, threw down the two yuan fare, and strode straight into the door. The Yau Ma Tei Police Station did not become turbulent because of a murder case. The guys just did what they were supposed to do, and no one looked at him differently.

He looked funny in his white shirt and military uniform. He didn't see Qian Weishan on the first floor, so he went upstairs and found Chief Chen's office door.

"Da da da."

"Come in." Chen Li said loudly while sitting behind the wooden desk.

He Dingxian pushed the door open and entered, standing at attention and saluting: "Sir!"

When Chen Li saw him, his eyes flickered with scrutiny: "It's a good job to successfully collect the fees today. Don't be surprised. If you work for the police force, the police force will protect you."

He Dingxian smiled: "Thank you, sir, but I'm not afraid!"

"You killed a bastard with a well-established reputation and backing. You may be retaliated at any time. Aren't you afraid?" Chen Li felt that the newcomer he met on the first day had already brought too many surprises. Fortunately, it was not a trouble. …

He Dingxian said: "As a soldier, I am not afraid of thieves. I eat the food of the superior and do things for the superior! I am not afraid of getting things done and I am not afraid of taking any risks. I am afraid that I will leave things behind and cause trouble for the superior."

"Oh?" Chen Li picked up the enamel cup on the table, took a sip of Tieguanyin, and smiled: "You are interesting and have great ideas. Just tell me what you want to do!"

He Dingxian smiled and said: "I want to ask how many people I want to borrow, sir."

At this time, there were only two types of people in the police station, one was the police officer and the other was the prisoner. No ordinary people wanted to stay in the police station. If they got into any trouble, they would rather go to the local community to come forward than go to the police.

Because, for every additional murder, there is an additional scapegoat.

Chen Li said readily: "Yes, but the military uniforms in the police station cannot be used, and there are no people in the detention room, and I cannot mobilize the plainclothes team. You can find a way to recruit people by yourself!"

"Snapped!"

He Dingxian understood this, stood at attention, saluted, and shouted loudly: "Thank you sir!"

In the 1950s, it was impossible for police detention rooms to be empty of people. There were professional prisoners who took the initiative to plead guilty and make money, and there were also bad guys who offended people and were thrown into the police station. There were even student refugees who were thrown in sacks on the road to make up for the crime detection rate. ... This is a bloody era, but the largest number of prisoners are still the low-level bad guys who show off their blood on the streets and are arrested and imprisoned.

After these people enter the mission, it is not up to them what crime they committed.

Because the current Xiangjiang is not the safest city in Asia in the future, but a dark city where robberies, kidnappings, murders, and rapes are endless. Serious and major cases all require heads to fill the case detection rate. Three days ago, plainclothes soldiers and uniforms were Temple Street suppressed a group of gangsters who showed off their horses. All those with connections and big bosses were bailed out, and the rest were a group of gangsters who no one cared about.

The chief said that there are no heads in the detention room, which means that all the bad guys in the detention room can be taken out and used. There are at least seven or eight people.

He Dingxian said that he came to the detention room on the order of Chief Chen to pick up someone. The guard immediately opened the iron door and let him in. He saw that the detention room was a cell with five wooden bars and stone walls. There were no beds or stools in the cells. Simply spread a straw mat on the ground, and sleep on a large bunk bed with a thin sheet for each person.

More than a dozen people were imprisoned in five cells. Everyone had his head lowered and his expression was numb. Some of them were scarred, and together they exuded a smell of incense.

These people are the soldiers Chen Li promised to lend him, and they are also weapons to solve troubles, a small edge of power.

"Ahem."

He Dingxian coughed twice, held his nose to hold back the stench, opened his mouth and shouted: "I have a chance to let you out, but I need you to do something for me. Are you willing to do it?"

The sixteen people in the prison area all seemed to come alive in an instant. They all raised their heads and stared at him, their eyes shining brightly.