One morning in October 1990, Yau Ma Tei, United Taxi Company.
A man carrying a bag entered the store and shouted to the boss who was working with the guys.
"manager."
The boss couldn't help but take a look at the other person. He was in his thirties, but there were still bruises in the corners of his eyes. It was obvious that he had been beaten recently, and he couldn't help but frown.
"If there is no manager here, call me Uncle Jian. What's the matter?"
The man smiled: "Uncle Jian, Uncle Zhong from Taiwan asked me to come to you. When I was doing business in Taiwan..."
Uncle Jian waved his hand and interrupted: "Just go to jail, what kind of business are you doing?"
The man didn't know how to answer the question, so he smiled awkwardly, took out a letter and handed it to Uncle Jian: "Uncle Zhong asked me to hand this letter to you personally."
Uncle Jian took the letter, read it without opening it, and just complained: "Uncle Zhong is so boring. Who told me to be friends with him?"
At this time, the guys next to him also put down their work and came over. Uncle Jian then sighed: "It is difficult for people who have been in prison to find work. Who wants to hire a prisoner?"
When the man heard this, his expression darkened.
Uncle Jian suddenly laughed and patted him on the shoulder: "Everyone here has been in prison. Except for Chen Yi, I have the most prisoners in the entire Hong Kong Island."
The guys also burst into laughter, and the man reacted and started laughing too.
"Some people like to take in orphans, but I like to take in prisoners, because I have also tasted what it's like to be in prison. As for Chen Yi, I once asked him why he was willing to recruit people who have been in prison. He said that Stanley has many talents! I also I don’t understand what he means, hahahaha.”
After saying that, he also laughed and announced: "This brother has just come to report, everyone should take more care of him, what's your name?"
"Song Zihao."
The guys shouted together: "Brother Hao."
Song Zihao quickly waved his hand: "Don't call me Brother Hao, just call me Ah Hao."
"Okay, I'm very free now! Why don't you get to work quickly. Ah Hao, let's go to a small bar in Mong Kok to have some fun tonight. I'll treat it as a welcome opportunity for you."
. . .
Song Zihao started his first day of work like this, driving a taxi and having sex with various passengers. Although he didn't have much money, he still felt more fulfilled than ever.
I was busy like this until the afternoon. I just arrived in Wan Chai and dropped off a customer. The car was parked on the side of the road waiting for the next customer. When I looked around bored, I suddenly spotted a familiar figure.
A tall man limped out, took out detergent and sprayed it on the front window of a car a few times. He pulled out a rag from his body and started wiping it.
After wiping for a while, a group of people suddenly came out of the building opposite, all of them were in suits and leather shoes. The leader was wearing a white windbreaker and a pair of sunglasses on the bridge of his nose. He strode toward the car. Seeing this, the lame man quickly opened the back door of the car. .
The leading man took out a stack of banknotes from his pocket and threw three banknotes on the ground before getting into the car and running away. The lame man stood for a while and then slowly picked up the banknotes on the ground.
Seeing this scene, Song Zihao was struck by lightning. He recognized the lame man as his good brother Mark, and the leading brother was his former driver Tan Cheng.
At this time, Song Zihao was wondering what was going on, so he followed Xiao Ma.
Mark limped along, bought a lunch box and walked towards the back door of the building. After entering the building, he pushed the cleaning truck and came to the parking lot. After packing everything up, he sat down and took out the box lunch one by one. Eat.
Suddenly, he felt something.
"Mark!"
Hearing this voice, Mark raised his head and was stunned.
"That's not what you said in the letter you wrote to me!" Song Zihao asked with a complicated look.
Xiao Ma then chewed a few times, pulled off the shreds of meat stuck between his teeth, forced out a smile and stretched out his hand. Song Zihao also stretched out his hand, and held the two hands together tightly.
Song Zihao looked at Mark's right leg with a brace and said excitedly: "Mark, even if you break one of my legs, I can't repay you!"
Mark looked unconcerned: "It's my own misfortune, it's none of your business. I'm so happy to see you. It's been a long time since I saw you and you're still so handsome."
"Mark, this is no longer our world, why are you still here?"
"I've been waiting for you for three years...Three years, we can start from scratch!"
Song Zihao looked at Mark's expectant eyes without saying a word. He walked slowly to the side. Mark's eyes suddenly dimmed and he said: "You don't have to worry about me. Anyway, you have your younger brother watching Ah Cheng. That Sooner or later, the bad guy will hit the street!"
He lit a cigarette and took a deep breath: "Although you are a thief and he is a soldier, you are still brothers."
When Song Zihao heard Mark talking about Song Zijie, his expression was a little unnatural: "Let's not talk about these things anymore. Let's get together tonight. You must come to the small bar in Mong Kok."
After saying that, he waved his hands and left.
. . .
West Kowloon Police Station, in Wong Ping-yiu's office.
"Ajie, did you know that your boss returned to Hong Kong Island last night?"
"Report to Sir Huang, I met him yesterday and beat him up."
"?" Huang Bingyao had many question marks at this time.
Song Zijie then said: "Sir Huang, if my boss does something again, I will definitely catch him with my own hands!"
Only then did Huang Bingyao react and hurriedly advised: "Don't be nervous, it's not that serious. I heard that your boss went to drive a taxi at Uncle Jian's company. It seems that your boss really decided not to do anything this time." It’s done.”
Hearing that it was Uncle Jian's company, Song Zijie breathed a sigh of relief, but said, "Don't worry, Sir Huang, I will keep an eye on him."
Well, Song Zijie's father is not dead yet. After getting acquainted with Chen Yi, he also asked Chen Yi for a copy of "Chen Paihong Fist", and the killer was gone.
After Lankes's death in the West Kowloon Police Station, Song Zijie became Huang Bingyao's top dog. The issue of relatives' underworld background was taken over by Huang Bingyao and Yu Suqiu. As for what happened to Lianmei, we have to ask the tiger of the crime squad. .
Now Song Zijie has become the chief of the West Kowloon Crime Squad. It is said that the people in the West Kowloon Crime Squad are very good-looking, but Cao Dahua has lowered the average.
. . .
At night, a small bar in Mongkok.
In the booth, Thirteenth Sister looked at Brother Hao, Uncle Jian and Mark with curiosity: "Hey, Yi Zai, is that Brother Jie's boss?"
"Yes, he is the core member of a counterfeit banknote group. Before his accident, he was always responsible. He was tricked when he went to Wan Dao for trading three years ago. He just returned from prison yesterday. In Hong Kong Island, a big boss from Wan Island introduced him to Uncle Jian. Nuo, the cripple next to him went to Wan Dao to avenge him, and that’s why he got shot twice in the leg and became what he is now.”
"Wow! So Brother Jie's boss is as low-key and ruthless as Zhu Jiang!"
Chen Yi glanced at Thirteenth Sister: "Do you think he is a club fitter? The more famous, the better?"
Thirteenth sister was choked and quickly changed the subject: "You can't tell, Uncle Jian's route is really wide, even the Wandao side is online."
At this time, Tan Cheng sat at Song Zihao's table. Thirteenth sister asked with a surprised look: "Isn't this the eldest brother? They are from the same company? By the way, he seems to have been in charge three years ago. I only know that he A fan, I really don’t know that his main business is counterfeiting banknotes, and I don’t know how his technology compares with Chen Chao.”
"Tch, if it's fake money, the goods will definitely flow into the Hong Kong Island market no matter what. There are only a few big bookmakers. If there is any trouble, everyone will know about it, and their fake US dollars are all sold in Bay Island and How can you get wind of trading in Southeast Asia? Even Chen Chao... Chen Chao..."
When Chen Yi mentioned Chen Chao, he suddenly remembered something. It was like a lightning flashed through his mind and he was stunned. Thirteenth sister didn't hear Chen Yi finish his words for a long time. She turned to look at him and saw that Chen Yi had no expression on his face. He looked over at Song Zihao.
Thirteenth sister patted Chen Yi, who came to his senses and said, "It's nothing, I just thought of something." After observing carefully for a while, he finally determined something.
Chen Yi quickly sorted out his thoughts and took out an old-fashioned mobile phone with an antenna to dial Song Zijie's number.
"Hey, Brother Jie, aren't you keeping an eye on Tan Cheng? I'd like to ask you a favor. Oh, you're sorting out the files. That's just right. I just want you to help me find someone's information. Yes, yes, it's Tan Cheng. My subordinate, please read it to me, okay, okay, I understand. I have information about Tan Cheng for you. Bring that person’s information and come to see me at Chen Kee Home Cooking Restaurant in Yau Ma Tei. I’m hanging up.”
After hanging up the phone, Chen Yi looked at Thirteenth Sister's puzzled eyes and said only: "Call Brother Teapot and Brother Jun to wait for me at Brother Yuan's place."
After saying that, he walked straight towards Song Zihao and said another sentence without looking back.
"Get ready to do some work these days."
