Hong Kong Island Old Events

On the field, Lao Fu's craftsman "Da Fei" kicked the beheaded Shao Lao on the ground and said in surprise: "It's A Dao from Lian Gong Le."

This is the employee of Lian Gong Le in Wan Chai District.

The faces of the staff of Dongyi Hall and Dongfu Club changed slightly when they heard this, and they felt bad. The atmosphere became even more tense, because Lian Gongle was considered a club of the Dongguan Gang after all. They were killed at the beginning to establish their power. The next one Will they be the ones to establish their authority?

Can other Dongguan associations benefit?

"He's from Lian Gong Le."

"As for whether it's a knife or a cat or a dog, I'm sorry, I haven't heard of it." At this time, He Dingxian, who was upstairs, spoke: "But if I invite him, he must come!"

"Since he refuses to come in standing, someone must carry him in."

His words were very domineering.

The founder of Lian Gong Le, "Liu Rongju", is Liu Fu's nephew. Historically, it has relied on Liu Fu's support to develop greatly, and is known as "Da Ju" in the world.

The future Haojiang strongman can only be called "Xiaoju".

However, at the moment, Lian Gong Le is only a third-rate club. After losing the support of Liu Fu, it is getting worse day by day, and Brother Daju's reputation is not big enough.

Liu Fu still folded his hands in front of him.

Lian Gong Le Zha Shiren felt guilty and frightened, so naturally he did not dare to come. In fact, if he did not come, he would save some words and just take action!

He Dingxian pointed at the unconscious old man downstairs who kept wailing and shouted: "This guy made me a bad guy and caused so many brothers to starve. Isn't it too much to kill him?"

"Just think of it as my apology."

Da Jiang, A Fei and others all fell silent.

He Dingxian blew out his breath, looked at them condescendingly, and said disdainfully: "Before ordering, I have to divide the dishes first."

"All you red sticks and white paper fans are people with status in the world, and you must have heard about the recent actions of the police department. Today, I am standing here on behalf of the police force to inform you that all the fees to be handed over to various departments in the future will be Leave it to me!"

"Su Long", the leader of the Xinji Zashiren Hall, choked and shouted: "Can the police force handle such a large amount of money? Can you handle so many parts?"

"Hua Yaoxian, you have to set the rules, no problem, but you have to be able to cover them!"

He Dingxian held the pipe and sneered: "I raise them, and they will wag their tails and settle down!"

"What about the ghost guy from the Hong Kong Monetary Authority? He still comes to the police station to get money. Since he can keep a dog, what's the big deal about raising a few more?" He didn't give the ghost guy any face, and yelled: "You think you are a ghost?" If you’re a guy, you’re tough, but if you’re a ghost, you’re just showing off?”

"They have the final say during the day, and we have the final say at night!"

"Without us, they still want to drink red wine, play golf, and go horse racing? They're all going to eat shit!"

He said this completely on behalf of his colleagues in the police community. At this moment, not to mention the whole of Hong Kong, in this tea restaurant, in front of more than a dozen district officers, he is the representative of the police force!

Since he represents the police force, he doesn't have to give face to the police officers and can say anything he wants! Because no one can be greater than him!

Because the Chaoshan police officers supported him from top to bottom, and because the ghost guy also bowed his head to money and chose to support him!

He is neither a representative of the Chinese nor a representative of the Chaoshan Gang. He is a person who uses the rules of the police force to reform order in the world.

The confidence to speak not only comes from oneself, but also from the willingness to have the situation settled by the higher-ups and reach a consensus among the top brass of the police force!

Therefore, the people who work in some bullshit society in front of him are all gutter rats who cannot stand on the stage, and they can be as arrogant as they want.

Whenever a leader of a society appears, he may have to be in awe of the leader, but people at one level are fighting against people at another level.

It’s not like he has no backers, so he naturally can’t meet the leader of the society. Now he must use his power to suppress others and use the most ruthless and most desperate attitude to force a group of bad guys to death!

In the world of martial arts, it is useless to be nice and reasonable with the bad guys. You can only beat them, force them, and drive them away!

Only then will they admit defeat!

Therefore, He Dingxian himself does not want to be arrogant, and prefers to live a low-key life. Naihe, Naihe... The people in the world are a little dumbfounded when they hear his words. When will the police detectives who have always worked for the ghost dare to speak big words and turn the ghost into a fool? Are you treating me like a dog?

They are not as shrewd as businessmen, and their heads are not as easy to turn around. They just feel that the current police detectives are very different from before.

But where is the confidence to be different?

While the Jianghu Zhashi people were frightened, they also wanted to give in.

When most people don't understand something, they tend to be conservative, take a step back, and be really rash, but very few people are able to rush forward.

Heijiaogui immediately made a start and raised his voice from upstairs: "Brother Xian, since you can represent the police force, you can deal with the ghost guy."

"Then it's no big deal to hand over the fees to you. It's just a teacher to whomever I give it to anyway. Just don't let the ghost guy come to collect the money again."

He Dingxian nodded: "The police force will divide the fees with various departments to ensure that business can continue as usual. Otherwise, people from other departments will not let me go."

Da Biaowei immediately stood up and cheered: "That's fine. This matter has not harmed the interests of the brothers. We will definitely support it."

"Is everyone okay?"

he asked, looking down.

A group of police officers looked indifferent, because everyone knew that the police force had full authority to collect money, and it was not only money but also power!

After taking over power, will everything be fine?

Sure enough, He Dingxian spoke up and said: "One last thing, after we finish talking, we can eat."

"Brother Xian, please speak." Hei Jiao Gui knew that the show was coming.

He Dingxian smiled and said: "I think the market in Wan Chai District is too chaotic now. Any brand size can get in. I would say gambling stalls."

"Together, all the clubs in Wan Chai District have sixty-three gambling stalls, large and small. The small ones only have two or three tables, which are dedicated to playing mahjong for the aunts and wives. What about the big ones? There are only a dozen gambling tables at most, and a group of people can play mahjong. Is there any money to be made from feeding food in a trough?"

"No!" He Dingxian didn't wait for anyone to answer, so he raised his voice and said in an unquestionable tone: "It's better to limit the gambling stalls, make the small streets smaller, and make the main streets bigger, and stipulate specific gambling stalls according to the passenger flow and consumption of each street. number."

"Besides, whoever dares to come to Wan Chai District to gamble will fill in the pier!"

"The same goes for cigarette stalls and horse stables. I've asked the accountant to calculate how many gambling stalls, how many cigarette stalls, how many saunas, and how many horse stables there should be in the entire Wan Chai District."

"I promise that as long as you stand by my side and unite, you can only make more in the future."

"Arlo, show them the map!"

As He Dingxian raised his eyebrows and gave the order, Lei Luo actually stood up, took out a map of Hong Kong Island from his clothes, and spread it out in front of everyone. On it, every street in Wan Chai District was marked with letters and numbers. , the letters represent the stall industry, and the quantity is numbered, from the first to the last, in great detail.

Only the font size in the attribution was not written.

The community workers present first looked at the map, but they instinctively resisted fiercely. First of all, they knew that the territory was limited, and compressing the stalls would naturally make the business bigger. But in fact, it was the same as grabbing the territory. Likewise, if someone becomes big, someone will quit.

Secondly, originally the major associations were like the Eight Immortals crossing the sea, each showing its magical powers and competing with each other. In the market economy, anyone can become bigger.

But once you do business according to the "map" given by the police force, you will be at the mercy of others. Whether you will have food in the future will all depend on the mood of the commander.

In the eyes of the community members, they are on the same level as the police force. No one is superior to the other. Why do you have the final say?

This touched upon fundamental interests, and the management was irrational. Immediately, some people could not stand the excitement and stood up and shouted: "Brother Xian, you are more powerful than the Governor of Hong Kong! The Governor of Hong Kong has not issued gambling licenses on Hong Kong Island, so you are The gambling cards have started to be dealt!”

"Since gambling licenses are about to be issued, I would like to ask, who has the final say on how to determine the stalls? Why should we recognize them?"

He Dingxian looked at "Uncle Qi", the clerk of Dongyi Hall, without getting angry, and nodded: "If you want to have food to eat, stay. If you don't want to eat, you can leave."

Uncle Qi did not choose to turn around, but continued: "These stalls are run by brothers who work hard with their lives, little by little. If you give it up, you can abandon it. If the brothers are not satisfied, big things will happen."

"Just give me a sentence, what qualifications do you have?"

He Dingxian looked at the thirty-year-old man and laughed: "What qualifications do I have? I have a dog, do you have one!"

"Or can you afford it?"

Stop dreaming.

Only those with bad licenses are qualified to raise dogs. Those without licenses will stand out as bad ones and will be regarded as dog bones for the rest of their lives.

Uncle Qi was speechless for a moment and closed his mouth and stopped talking, but he still didn't leave.

The doors were all closed.

Can I just leave now?

However, He Dingxian waved his hand and said: "Since Tung Yi Tong does not recognize my rules, Ah Luo, in three days, as long as there is one Tung Yi Tong stall in Wan Chai that is still open, we will beat them until they close!"

"Received." Lei Luo turned his gaze, above the bridge of his nose, a pair of eyes were as sharp as an eagle.

He Dingxian pointed with his hand again: "The stalls of Dongfu Society have also been removed!"

"Divide among the remaining brothers."

The people in Lian Gong Le were not wrong at all. The meeting of the policemen made it clear that they wanted to divide and disintegrate, pull in one group and beat another group. On the ground of the Chaoshan Gang, the Dongguan Gang must be beaten, and Hua Yaoxian has been following the Dongguan Gang. There is a feud between gangs, and it’s all about beating the Dongguan Gang to get to the top.

Regardless of whether you are good or not, they will definitely cut you off first. It is a matter of stance, regardless of likes and dislikes. In addition, planning stalls is indeed a "monopoly system". It is okay to say that it is a reversal of the market economy, but this is a partial business. !

Only the "exclusive system" is better managed, and controlling the license means controlling the life and death of the society, making it easier to squeeze out profits and help the society do things better.

Although associations that have obtained a license will pay a higher proportion of fees, they will still make more as business increases...

This is good for associations that can obtain licenses.

At the same time, once the underground order is established, there will be less bloodshed and murders on the streets. In a sense, it is meaningful for public security.

The black ones are hiding in the ditch, and the white ones are walking on the road.

"I got it, Brother Xian." Lan Gang stared at the clerk of Dongfu Society.

He Dingxian said: "Today, I am just informing you, not talking to you, because when there is a new order, there will be a new reshuffle."

"It makes everyone sad. I happen to be the one shuffling the cards in Wan Chai District. I think I am a good talker! Now those who plan to eat sit down to eat. After eating, divide the stalls of each street and each business into one section. , If you don’t plan to eat, stand aside.”

"Stand still!"

He Dingxian glared at the two people from Dongfu Club and Dongyi Hall. The rest of the Zhashi people knew that as long as they sat down today, there would be no food in the future.

It’s all what the person above said!

The door of the tea restaurant was actually closed, and it was impossible to open it until the matter was finished.

The two tycoons from Dong Yi Tang and Dong Fu Society actually just stood by the side, straightening their backs and standing very stiffly.

Later, the landlady and the helper served a portion of pork chop to each person. While the group was eating, Dongyi Tang’s seventh uncle seemed to have figured out something, and suddenly he couldn’t bear it any longer. He directly said sarcastically: “You’re just a flowery kid, what’s wrong with you?” Those who follow the rules will prosper, and those who go against will perish. It’s such a great prestige, damn, all the people in the world are really acting like pigs and dogs, trying to feed themselves with swill!”

"What a disgrace to the Sanying and the Five Ancestors!"