Hong Kong Island Old Events

When shopkeeper Xinheng saw the fat figure entering the door, he immediately walked out of the accounting room with a smile and complimented: "Brother, come to the bank once a day and make our Xinheng rich!"

Lardboy showed displeasure, sat down on the tea table, and shouted: "Can you agree to the price I offered yesterday?"

The shopkeeper stood in front of him with a smile and said politely: "Three hundred thousand Hong Kong dollars is a large amount. Even if your account can earn fifty or sixty thousand a month, our bank cannot lend it out easily."

"Every money is the lifeblood of the bank. If everyone asks for 300,000 yuan to leave, the bank will be closed down in a few days."

Lardboy said angrily: "Our factory specializes in supplying paper to "Sing Tao Daily", and is also discussing cooperation with "Hong Kong Business News" and "Chinese Business News"... The loan is for the expansion of the factory. When the new machine is put into operation, the monthly revenue will exceed 100,000."

The shopkeeper of the bank quickly flattered: "Yes, Brother Zai, Oriental Paper is doing well. In the future, it will definitely be the leader of Hong Kong Island's paper industry. It will also cooperate with Xinghui Chamber of Commerce. We all know this, but the bank has its own rules. So, the bank has its own rules." Oriental Paper's current scale can really afford a loan of less than 300,000 yuan."

Lardboy slapped the table and said angrily: "If I can get a loan, I'll go to the bank!"

"The bank can't get a loan." The shopkeeper is still in a dilemma. It is actually very difficult to borrow money to bankrupt a bank. But with the scale of a small bank, if there are 300,000 bad debts, the shopkeeper and the boss will jump into the sea together. However, the bank account was sold and the business continued.

Xinheng is also a small bank among the hundreds of large and small banks on Hong Kong Island. They usually lend 10,000 or several thousand to outsiders. It’s not that they can’t borrow 300,000, but the risk is too great, so they instinctively want to avoid it.

Lardboy sneered and was about to lower his demands and borrow 200,000 yuan to leave. People like him who come to borrow money are naturally very aggressive, asking for the money first, acting irritable, and finally agreeing unwillingly.

But the shopkeeper gritted his teeth, stamped his feet, and said loudly: "Well, brother, the boss happens to be drinking tea in the bank. I will go and talk to the boss myself."

"good."

"I'll wait for you." Lardboy agreed happily, but he was wary. The bank boss was clearly waiting for him. It is impossible not to report a loan of 300,000 yuan to the boss early, and even if it is 1,000 yuan, you have to negotiate with the boss. The shopkeeper is only responsible for fixing interest rates, collecting debts, and evaluating debts.

The bank manager walked around the account room, climbed the stairs, and came to a tea room on the second floor.

In the tea room.

A six-meter-long solid wood coffee table is placed horizontally. There are more than a dozen bank bosses of different ages wearing long robes, standing or standing, all holding cups of tea in their hands. The atmosphere is also a bit heavy.

The boss of Xinheng Bank is named "Huang Youwei", who is from Enping, Wuyi. His ancestor came to Hong Kong to open a bank in the late Qing Dynasty. He is also a veteran in the bank industry and has great appeal. Not only does he have "Xinheng", but also There are seven shops in total, including "Baode" and "Le Lai". Some bad guys want to use loans to support their loans, but they don't know that they have the same boss behind them, and they end up being thrown into the river.

He is considered the biggest banker in the Wan Chai District. There are more than a dozen bank owners around him, all of whom are bank owners in Wan Chai District.

They gathered together today because there is an old rule in the bank industry. If a bank on the same street has an order that cannot be accepted, the respected industry seniors can call together their colleagues to take the order together. If there is money, we will make money together and lose money together. burden.

At this time, Huang Youwei finished telling the news to the shopkeeper, put down the tea cup with a calm expression, and said loudly: "My colleagues, I believe you all know who is behind the lard boy."

"I don't think that an inspector who can kill Inspector Zonghua by extracting more than 100,000 yuan a month would come to borrow a mere 300,000 yuan from our company."

"The reason why I came to see you today is not to discuss with you whether to take his order, but what to do if you take his order."

One person stepped forward, holding a tea cup, and said: "If Lard Boy is sincere in borrowing money, it would be best to lend him the money right away."

"If it's Hua Yao Xian who wants to cut some money, just borrow a little less and let him cut a fortune and be happy."

Someone heard this and sneered: "If he wants to cut off Kaizi, I can give him 300,000 yuan. I'm just afraid. It's not that simple."

"The police force is a group of jackals and tigers, each one more greedy than the last. If he came on behalf of the police force..."

Huang Youwei sighed: "Then we have to have a good fight with the police force."

Half an hour later.

After finishing two pots of lard tea, the shopkeeper of the bank finally came belatedly and took the initiative to step forward and said with a smile: "Brother Zai, do you have a sack?"

Lardboy smiled and said, "I don't have any sacks. I'll call a rickshaw later."

The bank manager's smile remained unchanged, but his tone suddenly became cold: "It doesn't matter, we have it."

"Uh-huh!"

There was a sound of wind in the back of my head.

"Bang."

There was a heavy sound in Lardboy's head, his vision went dark, his head became dizzy, and he lost consciousness and fell to the ground.

The shopkeeper winked at the thug and said, "Throw him into the Xiangjiang River to take a bath."

"Got it." The thug wore a short shirt, with a dagger at his waist. I held a short stick in my strong arm, and looked fierce. When I whistled, brothers rushed out of the back hall and tied up the person with a sack.

Probably because he felt that Lardboy was weak and fat and had no fighting ability, he tied the bag and loaded it on a cart to push him away.

During the whole process, the door of the bank was not even closed. Ni Kun squatted at the door and was dumbfounded. He quickly picked up the rickshaw and followed quietly.

evening.

He Dingxian saw the lardboy who had just changed clothes at home and still had a towel in his hand. An angry look appeared on his face: "Fuck, you even dare to touch my people?"

Lardboy was still in shock, and said directly: "Brother Xian, they really don't take you seriously at all."

"I know a group of mature guys who are not as easy to deceive as Guilidong, but I want to find out their background." He Dingxian laughed angrily: "Oh, I didn't expect that they would turn around and dare to show me their power! "

Lardboy complained: "I just went to borrow money. I don't owe them any money, but they threw me into the river. If Akun hadn't been guarding me at the door, Brother Xian... you wouldn't have seen me!" "

He Dingxian patted him on the shoulder and said comfortingly: "Just go swimming."

"Axiong." He Dingxian turned around and shouted.

"Sir!"

Yan Xiong stood at attention and saluted.

"Check which business name is working for Xinheng Bank, pick off the head of their talker and kick it to Brother Zai." He Dingxian said loudly.

Yan Xiong narrowed his eyes: "There is only one store in Hong Kong Island that works for the Wuyi Chamber of Commerce, and it has a big name. It's called Wujiang Society. The speaker's name is 'Pan Liqiang', and his nickname is 'Datou Pan'."

He Dingxian suddenly showed displeasure and shouted angrily: "I asked you to take off his head and kick him! Do you understand?"

"Who asked you what their names were?"

Yan Xiong immediately stood upright, crossed his legs, and replied solemnly: "Yes, sir!"

Lardboy was also shocked.

He Dingxian scolded him with a sarcastic tone: "What a shameless killer. He kills a person. It would be best to change his name to Ba Po Xiong."

Lardboy became observant again and said tremblingly: "Brother Xian, Ah Xiong is also the one who helps you..."

"I know." He frowned and looked at Pig Head Boy: "Is there anything else?"

"fine."

Lardboy held the towel and said with a naive smile: "It's just swimming."

"Okay, you go back to Kowloon. Hong Kong Island has nothing to do with you. Ah Le, go and inform Ah Luo and Lan Gang and ask them to lead troops to surround the Spring Garden Restaurant at seven o'clock in the evening." He Dingxian turned to the same attendant and ordered .

Lardboy and Chen Jiale all stood up: "I got it, Brother Xian."

He Dingxian watched the two people leave, holding a pipe in his mouth and said, "Do you think I'm scared? You want to scare me if you throw away my little brother. Damn, you'll hurt his whole family if you throw him away."

Originally, Xinheng Bank sent someone to post a message and invited him to have dinner at Chunyuan Restaurant in the evening. I thought it was the boss of Xinheng Bank who wanted to bow his head or came to stop the trouble.

He Dingxian also thought that the other party would recognize the interest, collect a sum of money, and then use Xinheng as an intermediary to revise the rules so as to avoid bloodshed.

Unexpectedly, TMD turned out to be a Hongmen Banquet, okay!

Plainclothes Agent No. 100 in Wan Chai District wonders if he can sit down!

Lei Luo, Lan Gang and other detectives had actually just gotten off work. Some were eating and some were picking up girls, but the activity area was all in Wan Chai. After receiving the news, they immediately returned to the mission to gather the police.

Dealing with the bank is currently the top priority of the entire police station. Not to mention the previous agreement between the five of them, even the pressure from Inspector Jiang has forced the four of them to be cautious.

At seven o'clock in the evening, He Dingxian, wearing a fitted black suit and tie, holding a pipe in his mouth, took a rickshaw to the entrance of Chunyuan Restaurant.

He took off his pipe, exhaled, stepped on his leather shoes and got out of the car. When he saw a group of Wujiang Club gangsters standing at the door of the restaurant, he sneered and stepped into the restaurant.

Chun Yuan Street, where the restaurant is located, can also be considered his territory. Due to the existence of money shops on the territory, some Wujiang Gang forces are indeed active in Wan Chai District. However, the Wujiang Gang in Hong Kong only has more than 10,000 people in total. Most of them rely on shipping and engineering to support themselves. The thugs on the shore are only responsible for violent debt collection.

The owner of the bank, Huang Youwei, secured the entire restaurant, and together with thirteen industry colleagues, sat at a round table on the second floor waiting for customers to arrive. Five tables were spread out on the first floor, with a total of more than forty gangsters sitting there.

As soon as He Dingxian entered the door, he felt a series of eyes sweeping over him. He immediately stepped forward to greet him without fear, but without sparing any attention on anyone, he calmly stepped onto the second floor of the restaurant.

It has to be said that Flattery has a sharp eye and can accurately judge his waist size just by looking at him. A suit is not only extraordinarily chic and majestic, it is also comfortable to fit and easy to move.

This is due to his standard figure and heroic appearance. It is also due to the fact that Ma Pida worked in a tailor shop since he was a child and developed his good eyesight.

If a flatterer wants to be photographed well, he must not only be eye-catching, but also have financial resources and skills.

When Huang Youwei heard the sound of leather shoes climbing the stairs, he immediately stood up from his seat. A young and handsome face appeared in his sight. At the same time, he held his hands from a distance and said implicitly: "Sir, I have admired your name for a long time. I should have paid you a visit as soon as possible, but For fear of being presumptuous, I have specially invited colleagues from the industry to serve a toast to congratulate Mr. He. Thank you very much Mr. He for your honor and attendance."

Thirteen bank owners who started working in Wan Chai District stood up together, clasped their hands in a salute, but looked at the visitor without hesitation, with sharp eyes that wanted to eat people.