"Uncle Biao."
"There are bodies on the side of the road."
Chen Jiaju walked ahead with a flashlight.
The trail is narrow and muddy.
Huang Qifa, Lu Mingzhe, Song Zijie and others put their weapons on their waists with alert expressions, surrounded Uncle Biao, and accompanied him into the village.
Zhou Huabiao was seen wearing a military uniform with three police flowers on his shoulders. He looked around with a calm expression: "There are more human corpses here than rats."
"Nothing surprising."
"No wonder Ni Kun wants to set up the warehouse here..." Chen Jiaju pinched his nose.
Huang Qifai said solemnly: "This is the Kowloon Walled City..."
"A real no-no-no zone."
In the 1980s, few police officers would set foot in the Kowloon Walled City.
What's more, they are not police officers in the Kowloon District.
It's the Wan Chai District Police.
Therefore, most people have only heard of Kowloon Walled City and have never actually visited it.
Now they understand everything as soon as they come.
Among the five people in the group, only Zhou Huabiao had once followed Brother Luo to the Kowloon Walled City, but that was already more than ten years ago, and things had changed long ago.
At that time, few houses in the entire walled city had electricity, unlike now where there are wires and water pipes. Although the atmosphere is still dark, it already has the atmosphere of modern civilization.
The entire Kowloon Walled City has more than 20 buildings, covering an area of 6 acres, about 2.7 hectares, but has a population of 50,000, which shows what kind of city this is.
"Everyone, wait and be careful."
"If something goes wrong, call for support."
Zhou Huabiao spoke loudly.
Chen Jiaju immediately said: "Don't worry, Uncle Biao."
"We'll take it with us."
"There are brothers outside to support us."
Zhou Huabiao nodded: "Danger is danger, but remember! We are here on behalf of Sir Zhuang! We must speak forcefully!"
"Whoever dares to disgrace Mr. Zhuang! I will skin you."
Zhou Huabiao glared fiercely, and Chen Jiaju, Huang Qifa and others immediately nodded, not daring to disobey.
Uncle Biao, who is usually amiable and affable, finally showed a trace of his "deadly scissor kick" arrogance when he was in a crisis-ridden environment.
This made Chen Jiaju, Huang Qifai, Lu Mingzhe and others feel awe-struck and secretly admired its power.
…
Typhoon shelter.
A tea restaurant.
Tables and chairs are placed on the cliffs by the sea.
Zhuang Shikai, wearing a suit with his legs crossed and a cigarette dangling from the fingertips of his right hand, leaned on a plastic chair and looked at the short-haired and capable lady opposite.
I saw the waves rolling quietly under the cliff, and the pleasant sound of water splashing came. On a night with the full moon hanging high, the scenery and atmosphere were very good.
It’s just that women are a little bit worse...
Fortunately, Sir Zhuang is here to do business.
On the table are the local classics Typhoon Shelter Fried Crab, Typhoon Shelter Chicken Wings, some seafood fried skewers, and two bottles of beer.
At this time, Yang Jianhua read the terms, put down the document and said, "There is no problem with the terms."
"Is it OK?" Zhuang Shikai raised his eyelids and asked.
Yang Jianhua shook his head and said, "It's just that it's okay in my opinion."
"I have no right to decide this matter."
Zhuang Shikai became a little dissatisfied and said: "I will take action tomorrow."
"You know, soldiers are valuable and quick."
"I will submit a report to my superiors when I get back, and I will try my best to give you an answer tomorrow. I believe it won't be a big problem." Yang Jianhua said aloud.
Zhuang Shikai nodded and said, "Okay."
"Whether it works or not, I will take action tomorrow."
This is Zhuang Shikai's statement from his own standpoint.
Yang Jianhua understood the meaning, nodded and replied: "I understand."
"You must know that demolishing the Kowloon Walled City is a good thing for both parties." Zhuang Shikai picked up the beer bottle and said meaningfully: "You don't want to keep the Walled City until the post-97 generation and turn it into a den of thieves, right?"
"I'm just afraid that the situation will turn around and if you want to dismantle it, others won't let you do it."
Yang Jianhua stared at Zhuang Shikai's pupils, as if he saw a powerful ambition in them.
She had no doubt that sitting across from her was a hero who could conquer an entire city and become king.
Unfortunately, before Zhuang Shikai showed any cross-border behavior, as Zhuang Shikai's contact person, she could only act as a tool, and even had to support Zhuang Shikai for political achievements.
The most powerful and difficult person.
They are people who know how to make profits within the rules.
Yang Jianhua nodded slightly and said, "I understand."
"Done!" Zhuang Shikai handed over the beer bottle, and the two bottles touched each other, making a ding-dong sound, and each lifted the bottle and drank the beer in one gulp.
"Boom!" Zhuang Shikai put down the beer bottle steadily, knowing that another era was about to begin.
at the same time.
Kowloon Walled City.
A mahogany tea room in a building.
"Bang!" Zhou Huabiao put down the tea cup heavily, stared at the opposite side with displeased eyes and said, "Master Ding!"
"You don't want to cooperate with Mr. Zhuang?"
"Whoa!" Chen Jiaju, Huang Qifa and others immediately put their hands on their waists, showing off their power with one movement.
Dozens of thugs wearing black training uniforms put their hands behind their backs with calm expressions and did not mind the actions of a few young policemen at all.
"Master Ding" was wearing a white shirt and mandarin jacket, sitting with his legs crossed next to Uncle Biao, and said calmly: "I'm just a businessman."
"I don't care what's in the warehouse."
"Since someone paid me to keep it! I have to help them keep it!"
"Abiao, are you right to say what I said?"
Master Ding turned his head and looked at Zhou Huabiao.
Zhou Huabiao snorted coldly: "Do you think it was still decades ago?"
"Master Zhuang said you didn't cooperate! So I pushed down your Kowloon Walled City!"
"Poof!" Mr. Ding slapped his palm on the table, causing the two tea cups to jingle and sway.
Just listen to the thin man Ding yelling angrily: "Kowloon Walled City has 50,000 people! I'm not afraid of your five guns! I'm not afraid of a word from you either!"
"Then you just don't give Mr. Zhuang face!" Zhou Huabiao said aggressively and pushed back.
Master Ding glared at him and said, "Give it! Why didn't I give it! I just said it! I don't want to get involved in the affairs of your two families!"
"I won't tell Akun about the police force sending people to the walled city today! Don't force me either!'
"You two should resolve the matter outside yourself!"
Master Ding gritted his teeth and had this attitude.
Although he didn't want to offend Mr. Zhuang, he couldn't compromise with the police force.
Because compromising with the police force is breaking the rules, whether it is surrendering people or delivering goods, Kowloon Walled City will lose its special status if it breaks its own rules.
Is a no-nonsense zone that gives in to the police still a no-nonsense zone? Can’t the police take care of it? Why does the Kowloon Walled City have a foothold in Hong Kong and Kowloon? Why do they pay money to the Walled City?
Then the walled city will have no money to make, the brothers at the lower level will be dissatisfied, and the uncles at the top will also be angry! Master Ding can only show this attitude!
Zhou Huabiao suddenly stood up from the chair, breathed out from his nostrils, looked at Master Ding and said, "Damn it, are you the only one who still wants to play balance?"
"Do you think you and Mr. Zhuang are on the same line? You are a bastard compared to Mr. Zhuang! If Mr. Zhuang tells you to die, you will die! How dare you wear a mandarin jacket and pretend to be a big boss?"
"You can't handle Mr. Zhuang's weight!"
"Bang!" Master Ding slammed his palm on the table, stood up with trembling anger, and stared at Zhou Huabiao speechless.
"Crash." Dozens of people from the city immediately surrounded Zhou Huabiao with eager eyes.
"Get out of here!" Zhou Huabiao pushed away the two boys without fear, squeezed out of the crowd with Chen Jiaju and others, and strode out of the teahouse lobby.
But when he walked to the door, he suddenly turned back, stared at Master Ding deep in the crowd and said, "Master Ding! See you tomorrow!"
"Da da da." Zhou Huabiao held his head high and turned around to leave.
In the tea room, a gangster from Kowloon Walled City came to the table and said, "Master Ding, do you want to keep these five people?"
"No need!" Master Ding leaned on his cane with both hands, sat back on the chair, closed his eyes and said loudly: "Let the brothers get ready to do things tomorrow!"
"If something happens, beat the dragon drum! Let the whole city fight together!"
"Yes! Lord Ding!" Dazai lowered his head and agreed.
After a moment of silence, Master Ding said again: "You are not allowed to say a word about what happened in the teahouse today! Whoever said anything about going out and being beaten to death with sticks!"
"Yes!" Dozens of gangsters all responded solemnly.
"Master Zhuang, the walled city refuses to give way." Zhou Huabiao returned home and dialed the number of the mansion in Repulse Bay. Zhuang Shikai picked up the phone and listened to Uncle Biao's words, and said in a clean tone: "Then we will push the walled city away tomorrow night!"
"Yes, sir!" Zhou Huabiao responded solemnly, knowing that another major event that would shock the whole of Hong Kong would happen tomorrow.
the next morning.
Zhuang Shikai did not come to work at the Wan Chai Police Station, but the entire Wan Chai Police Station was operating at full capacity under Zhuang Ye's order, and every team was preparing for the battle at night.
In addition, Master Zhuang also notified Cai Yuanqi, Zhuo Jingquan, Zhou Xingxing and other mazai of the order to be on standby.
Departments in multiple jurisdictions are preparing for action, and the battle is getting bigger again.
Of course, it is not necessary to mobilize the strength of all Chinese people in Hong Kong.
Kowloon Walled City is not qualified enough!
Prepare several troops and horses, and make a plan, which is enough to defeat the walled city.
After all, there are 50,000 people in Kowloon Walled City, and it is impossible for everyone to carry a gun.
Can the Flying Tigers and 2,000 police officers still handle it?
That would be too bad.
In the morning, Zhuang Shikai drove to Yunlai Tea House and walked into a private room to drink morning tea.
"Zhuang Sheng!"
"Boss Zhuang!"
"Master Zhuang!"
Mr. Huo, Mr. Shao, Lu Hantao and other bosses all stood up to say hello.
On the round table in the private room were two pots of Longjing tea and more than a dozen trays of tea cakes. The fragrant tea cakes were smoking hot.
After Zhuang Shikai entered the box, a bodyguard immediately closed the door. Zhuang Shikai straightened his suit and sat at the main seat. Lu Hantao stood up and gave him island tea.
The tripartite forces of China, Britain and Hong Kong.
Chinese and English are already done.
Only Hong Kong remains!
Sino-British represents the official.
The representatives of Hong Kong Island are the gentry class.
this morning.
Zhuang Shikai wanted to use it to get rid of the gentry in Hong Kong.
There was no way. During the process of demolishing the walled city, a large number of residents needed to be appeased by the gentry. After the demolition, they also needed to be transformed and developed by the gentry.
He did not reach an agreement with the gentry class, and the forced demolitions were just superficial.
The walled city will be restored afterwards.
Moreover, it will be very difficult to dismantle the walled city.
With the cooperation of these gentry, forced demolition will be very simple. At least ordinary residents do not need the police to deal with them, the gentry class can deal with them.
Use money to deal with it!
So Zhuang Shikai had to talk to the gentry. Fortunately, he was a member of the gentry class, so it was very easy to deal with it. He just had to have morning tea and cut a piece of "cake".
