In the evening, on a road in Mong Kok.
A bunch of cars were jammed on the road, and the sound of various horns formed a symphony, which made the noisy people very irritated.
"Drive! Leave right away. If you don't leave, I'll give you a ticket!" A traffic policeman knocked on the car window irritably.
"Sir, I really can't walk. Can this road be opened?"
"Hey, Captain Zheng, why do you need to do something personally?" A ghost from Mong Kok's O reporter came over and asked with a smile.
"Valet parking is gone all over the world and it's really a scramble."
"Where have they all gone?"
"Isn't this your responsibility? I still have to ask you!"
Agui glanced at the valet parking desk on the side of the street, but there was no one behind it.
. . .
West Kowloon Police Station.
"Now the blockage in Youjianwang is like constipation. It has been blocked for half an hour. Can you handle it? Song Zijie! Hurry up and let Cao Dahua call his daughter. Let's deal with today first."
In the corridor, Huang Bingyao roared loudly at the heads and team leaders of various departments in front of him.
"The headquarters just called me to ask me what the situation is. The traffic jam here has affected the other side of the island! Fortunately, tomorrow is Christmas Eve, otherwise we wouldn't be able to eat and walk around! Immediately, immediately, everyone's vacation will be cancelled. , if you can’t handle it tonight, just sleep on the street!”
After saying that, Huang Bingyao turned around and left.
Everyone looked at Song Zijie, who shrugged and took out his mobile phone.
"Hey, Uncle Da, you also know the situation here. Hurry up and tell Thirteenth Sister to deal with today first! Well, that's it, I'm done!"
"Okay, okay, if you should go home, go home. There's no need to ask the guys to come back to work. I'm going home too."
Everyone let out a long sigh of relief.
"Brother Jie, you can still protect me."
"Everywhere, Thirteenth Sister helps. If you want to thank her, just thank her."
"Wow, Thirteenth Sister is so powerful, but she is also from Hongxing. Is this appropriate?"
"If you dare, go tell Madam Yu this!"
"cut!"
After a while of discussion, everyone went back to their homes one after another to figure out what to do.
It is no exaggeration to say that every inch of land is precious in Hong Kong Island. This has resulted in very few people willing to build parking lots. How much can they earn? You can make a lot of money by renting it out as a warehouse.
Even if you have a strong head, the parking fee is too high, otherwise the cost will not be recovered, unless it is for internal use of the company, it will be used for personal use.
So how should you park your car when traveling?
It all depends on the parking boy. He will first drive the guest's car to a remote place, and then drive the car back after the guest has finished doing his or her business. This way, everyone is well and everyone is well.
If the parking boy is really missing, haha, imagine the situation in Beijing, Shanghai, Guangzhou and Shenzhen without parking lots.
The parking industry does not mean that you can pick up customers here. Even if you just want to do business, but other people come up and beat you up and drive you away, what should you do?
The parking business is basically controlled by various associations, and only the various prefixes can cover it, so this is also a marginal industry.
Of course, the parking business in Yau Tsim Mong is not limited to Lao Guitian, but the sudden withdrawal of this business still caused a very bad impact.
Although there may be other industries that have had a piece of the puzzle taken out tonight, parking is the one most closely connected with the daily lives of everyone on Hong Kong Island.
At this time, Thirteenth Sister, Hong Wenjiu, Zuo Zuo, and Wang Baola brought a group of younger brothers to fill the gap left by Old Guitian.
. . .
A small bar in Mong Kok.
"Brother Teapot, can you tell Aji to be more low-key? Everyone knows it's him because he's wearing all white and has yellow hair. And brother, can you ask the ghost boy to change his helmet? Wear that helmet every day before riding. When he gets on a motorcycle, everyone in Yau Tsim Mong knows him!"
At this time, Hong Wen and Wang Bao were annoyed by Chen Yi's nagging.
"Okay, okay, I'll listen to you. Let Aji change into black and wear a wig to do things. That's all."
"I'll also ask Agui to change his helmet and car! Yi Zai, you are too careful. Even if they know it was us, what will happen?"
"Low-key, low-key! There's no harm in it."
"Okay, you have the final say."
. . .
At one o'clock in the morning, in a mahjong parlor in Yau Ma Tei, old ghost Tim was playing mahjong with a few friends on the second floor.
"Fuck you, I'm going to kill Gandhi this time! You think you can escape this disaster with Uncle Kun protecting you? My son is dead, and I won't even give him the face of the King of Heaven!"
"Then did you scratch his person?"
"It's scratched everywhere, but I can't scratch it. Where is this bad guy hiding?"
"You made such a big deal today, what should I do if Thirteenth Sister goes crazy?"
"I don't care if she dies! My son is dead now!"
Everyone nearby who heard this sentence twitched their mouths fiercely, and silently decided in their hearts to stay away from this bad boy who would bear the wrath of Thirteenth Sister after tonight.
"They are all from Hongxing. Isn't this good? It's better to sit down and talk when we have time. It won't be good if it's too stiff."
A group of people were playing mahjong and blowing water. At this time, there were several corpses lying at the door of the mahjong parlor, all of which had their throats cut with a knife.
A man with long black hair dressed in black and wearing a mask and sunglasses walked into the mahjong parlor. Several mahjong boys on the first floor saw something wrong with this outfit and immediately stepped forward to question him.
"Hey, what are you doing?"
The man didn't answer. He walked up to a few people and suddenly pulled out two daggers and waved them a few times. The boys fell down with their throats covered, and blood flowed all over the floor.
Others were either stunned when they saw the situation in front of them or quickly left the scene.
The man quickly went up to the second floor and took a look around. He found the table where Old Guitian was sitting. He held a dagger in his right hand and swung it at Old Guitian.
Before Old Gui Tian could realize what had happened, there was a dagger on his head and he slowly lowered his head.
Others on the second floor were shocked by what they saw. The man glanced around again and asked, "Does anyone want to avenge him?"
There was a moment of silence, no one responded, and everyone else stood motionless.
The man slowly walked to Lao Guitian's body, took off his sunglasses and put them on the body, pulled out the dagger and walked downstairs without even looking at the others.
At this time, everyone breathed a long sigh of relief, and everyone suddenly exploded.
A man with long hair shouted: "I'm going to stop you, do you want to be so powerful! Is this the person Gandhi is looking for? Where did he find the strong man? Why don't you come? He is the only one!"
"Jiangkun, please stop talking sarcastically. Why don't you go up? Look at the way he threw the knife just now. Even if we all go up, we are still dead! The most important thing when you come out to hang out is to keep your eyes open. You go to such a fierce man Have you had enough of just being face-to-face with him?"
At this time, Liangkun's younger brother Sha Bing hurried upstairs and saw the situation on the second floor. He was shocked and trembled and said to Liangkun: "Boss, Uncle Tian's younger brother below was beheaded by that person. It was all a slit throat!”
"Fight on the street! Who kind of hero is he? Forget it, it will be blamed on Gandhi in the end anyway. Damn, it's really troublesome. Don't start a fight! Fight, fight, fight, fight for money. Is it not good?"
At this time, Liang Kun cried out in his heart: "Oh, I'm sorry. If Hong Xing and Ni Kun really fight, and this fierce man wants to do something to him, won't he even be able to hide and not go out?" Thinking of this, he scolded the old ghost a few more times.
. . .
Tsuen Wan, a food stall.
Uncle Xing was exchanging cups with his younger brother.
"Boss, is it really okay with Thirteenth Sister?"
"What are you afraid of? Why should a woman drag her? In the end, she will not find a man to marry."
"I heard that his relationship with Ruanfanyi is unclear. It seems Ruanfanyi is only fourteen years old!"
"What kind of soft-hearted person? Are you the one who follows Thirteenth Sister every day? Ah! Can't you tell, Thirteenth Sister is okay with this? I heard that she inherited an inheritance three years ago, all thanks to Thirteenth Sister's help That’s why he hasn’t been fucked by anyone!”
At this time, Chen Yi didn't know that he had a new nickname.
He usually works carefully when doing things. The troubles in the world are solved by the four of Thirteenth Sister, Wang Bao, Hong Wenjiu and Zuo Zuo.
The day-to-day management of the company is handled by Luo Minsheng, Wang Jianjun and others, so not many people outside know that Chen Yi has the final say in New World Group.
At this moment, a motorcycle suddenly rushed over quickly and made an emergency stop not far from Uncle Xing's table.
The driver also jumped up, pulled out a machete and used the inertia to jump towards Uncle Xing and finally landed firmly, with the blade going straight into Uncle Xing's chest.
The rider then pulled out the knife and stabbed him a few more times before getting on his motorcycle and roaring away.
It took a long time for the boys at the table to react and looked blankly at Uncle Xing's body.
"Xing...Uncle Xing was beheaded to death?"
They knew that the matter was serious. Of course, to Chen Yi and the others, it was just a small episode. At this time, chaos was still brewing.
