Chapter 127 0126 [A Port, a City! 】

Kowloon Walled City.

Liang Jiashu Boundary Hall.

When Shi Zhijian arrived, Hu Xuyong had passed the critical period, his wound was covered with bandages, and the first thing he said when he saw Shi Zhijian was: "Brother Jian, I got the money back!"

Shi Zhijian looked at Hu Xuyong and cursed: "Fuck you, you scared me to death, you know?" His voice trembled a little.

Mao Shiqiang was not sure about the report, Liu Jianxiong told him that Hu Xuyong was seriously injured, and the bones between his ribs were exposed.

Mao Shiqiang told Shi Zhijian that Hu Xiyong was about to die, and now he was lying on the bed waiting to see him for the last time.

Although Shi Zhijian was scolding Hu Xuyong, Hu Xuyong was moved because he saw that Shi Zhijian's eyes were red just now.

Hu Xuyong has been in the arena for so long, and he used to spend three years in prison for the big man Pulsatilla in order to get a name and a high position.

He has paid a lot, but no one has ever treated him sincerely, it is just interests and calculations.

"Brother Jian, I'm fine, I won't die!" Hu Xuyong smiled at Shi Zhijian, wanting to get up and take out the money and hand it to Shi Zhijian.

Shi Zhijian stopped him, told him to lie down, and said, "You keep the money, and we'll talk about it after paying the medical bills!"

At this time, a voice said: "There is no medical fee here!"

While speaking, an old man in his sixties came out with his sleeves rolled up.

Shi Zhijian saw that the other party was extraordinary, so he cupped his fists and said, "I'm Shi Zhijian."

"I am the master of this battering gym, Liang Jiashu."

"So it's Master Liang, I've admired you for a long time." Shi Zhijian clasped his fists again.

"Is that Mr. Shi? If you have time, can you have a chat?" Liang Jiashu invited.

"Of course." Shi Zhijian followed Liang Jiashu and walked outside.

Hu Xuyong lay on the bed and criticized Mao Shiqiang: "You told Brother Jian that I was about to die?"

Maoshiqiang nodded and bowed: "I'm also in a hurry!"

"I'm anxious about your size! I think you are anxious to wait for me to die, so that you can take over!"

"You're wronged, Brother Yong!" Mao Shiqiang knelt down, hugged Hu Xiyong's thigh with both hands, snot and tears: "I really like you to live a long life, and I'm still waiting to go to Portland with you Picking up girls on the street!"

"Your acting skills are a bit too much!" Hu Xuyong reminded.

"I didn't act it out, it came from my heart!"

"Yeah?"

"Of course!"

"I heard that a group of new girls have come to Portland Street. They are proficient in playing, playing and singing, and their poems are profound..."

"Bo Da Jing Shen?" Hu Xiyong, who was like a dead fish, immediately regained his energy, "I like it!"

...

There is a tea table in the shape of the Eight Immortals outside the Diet Hall. There are three chairs on the tea table, which seems to be used for tea tasting on weekdays.

Liang Jiashu took the teapot to make tea on the tea table, Shi Zhijian sat down opposite him, took out a cigarette, knocked out a cigarette, and handed it over politely, but Liang Jiashu refused: "I don't like foreign cigarettes, I smoke this! "Take out a slender pipe pot, fill it with earthen tobacco leaves, press the tobacco leaves firmly with your thumb, light it with a match, and then a smell of cheap tobacco fills Shi Zhijian's nostrils.

"Mr. Shi, I asked you to come out because I have something to tell you. This time, Hu Xuyong's accident in Kowloon Walled City is our responsibility, so his medical expenses are free. In addition, we will arrest those guys as soon as possible. Give you an explanation!"

"Master Liang, you're being polite!" Shi Zhijian was a little unsure why Liang Jiashu said that.

Liang Jiashu seemed to see the doubts in Shi Zhijian's heart, and said with a smile: "Mr. Shi, although you have never been to the Walled City, Detective Lei is our distinguished guest, and Lie Hao, the leader of Yiqun, is a regular visitor of ours! "

Liang Jiashu didn't speak clearly, but Shi Zhijian understood what he meant.

Although the Kowloon Walled City is known as "Three No Matters", Lei Luo is now powerful as the chief inspector of Zong Hua. And the leader of Yiqun, Laihao, is domineering by nature, and he is not easy to provoke.

Both of these two are related to Shi Zhijian, or they have a very close relationship. Now that Shi Zhijian's people have an accident in the Walled City, of course the Kowloon Walled City must give Shi Zhijian a perfect "account".

As the oldest invisible boss in the Kowloon Walled City, Liang Jiashu appears to be just a battering master here, but in fact he is the all-powerful "city patrol horse" back then.

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A long time ago, there was no official post office in Hong Kong, only private postal services, so some "city patrol horses" were recruited to help deliver letters and other things.

Most of these letters were delivered to rural women and children, who were illiterate and did not even have official names. The letters on the envelopes that only read "from Cheng Daniu's family", "from Li Aji's nephew", and "from Zhang Zhaocai's mother" could only be sent by Patrolling horses who are familiar with the situation of the villagers can deliver the letters one by one and read the letters on their behalf.

In addition to the letter, sometimes money is also carried, which is convenient for those who make a living outside to send money to support their wives and children at home. In addition, you can also help to carry things, packages and so on.

In the past, if you entrusted the letter with you, if you paid the reward first, you should write "Li Jin has been paid" on the outside of the envelope;

At that time, people who were going to patrol the city had to be literate, at least not illiterate, because sometimes they had to replace reading and writing letters, and at the same time they had to have good kung fu to avoid being robbed halfway.

The most important thing is to have a reliable reputation, so that the villagers can trust you to do important things. Therefore, every city patrol horse is almost the most respected and most prestigious figure in a region.

Liang Jiashu is like this!

He worked as a city patrol horse in Kowloon for many years, accumulated the most and widest network of contacts, and still has a good kung fu and good medical skills, which can save lives and heal the wounded, so now he is an invisible boss in the Kowloon Walled City, and he can make a final decision with a word.

The tea was gurgling, but it was ready.

Liang Jiashu casually picked up the teapot and poured a cup for the tea bowl in front of Shi Zhijian, and then poured another cup for himself, then bit the cigarette pot and said: "Of course, if Mr. Shi still has any dissatisfaction, we can also listen to your opinion!"

Shi Zhijian's heart moved slightly. He has been opening up the whole Hong Kong market for his instant noodles, but in the Kowloon Walled City, there is only one Zhou Ji grocery store willing to sell it as an agent. It's not that there is less demand here, but that no one dares to operate this kind of "foreign commodity" except Zhou Ji's backstage.

You know, the entire Kowloon Walled City is like a city within a city, with its own rules and its own products, everything is self-sufficient, so as not to be stuck by the outside.

But now Liang Jiashu said that it was a rare opportunity for Shi Zhijian to make a request.

In such a big Walled City, the net profit of a small grocery store is as high as 10,000 yuan.

If all of them are opened up and his Master Shi instant noodles are allowed to settle in, then roughly calculated, he can earn at least 100,000 yuan a month!

Immediately, Shi Zhijian made a decision, and said without any haste, "Master Liang, since you mentioned it first, I'll mention it a little bit, but I don't know if my instant noodles can fully enter this walled city?"

Master Liang smiled, took a sharp puff on the pipe, and exhaled the smoke. He narrowed his eyes at Shi Zhijian and said, "It's all open, how much do you think you can make?"

"At least it can reach 100,000 yuan a month!" Shi Zhijian tentatively said.

"One hundred thousand?" The corners of Liang Jiashu's mouth turned up, revealing a trace of contempt, "Do you know that Laihao, and the four major clubs in Hong Kong are all vying to do business with our Walled City?"

Shi Zhijian didn't know what he meant by that.

Liang Jiashu took a mouthful of the cigarette pot: "It seems that you really don't know."

After a pause, he knocked the finished cigarette pot on the ground, knocking out a pile of ashes.

"If I let all your products enter the Walled City, then your monthly net income will not be one hundred thousand, but one million!"

Shi Zhijian was startled suddenly, the tea in his hand splashed out, and he looked at Liang Jiashu in surprise.

Liang Jiashu said slowly: "This is not just a city, but a port!"