Siheyuan: Fighting against the beasts under the pressure of the system

"Fatty, can these losers not pay for their meals? They ordered so much and they kept wolfing down the food. I'm afraid they won't be able to pay in a while."

"Didn't a few losers run away after eating a meal a few days ago?"

"No, I have to collect the money first."

The fat man shook his head and smiled bitterly, but he didn't stop his wife from collecting the money. Although Sharp Nose Tsui is a remote place, there are many bad boys here. It is common to eat without paying.

Although Zhang Minghui and his group looked like brothers in the underworld, the tea restaurant was small and profitable after all. If they could not collect the money, they would have worked for nothing that day.

The proprietress walked decisively from the kitchen into the restaurant, shouting loudly.

"Hello, bosses, who can come out to pay the bill? Our tea restaurant has a small capital and thin profit, I hope you bosses will not make it difficult for me!"

Zhang Minghui was eating shrimp dumplings with his head down. After hearing this, he raised his hand to indicate that he would pay the bill.

The proprietress showed a bright smile on her face. She trotted over to Zhang Minghui, took out a calculator, started adding up the numbers, and spoke with a smile.

"Boss, the total is 628 yuan, just give 600 yuan."

Zhang Minghui didn't even look at the bill, he just took out six 100-dollar Hong Kong dollar bills and handed them to the proprietress. The largest denomination of Hong Kong dollar found in the Viper House was .

When I saw the money of the venomous snake, there was not even a thousand-dollar bill. I remember seeing the largest denomination of Hong Kong dollars in later generations was a thousand-dollar bill. Zhang Minghui suspected that the thousand-dollar bill had not yet been issued.

The proprietress happily took the money, and while verifying whether it was genuine, she wished Zhang Minghui and his friends good fortune.

Go to the back kitchen.

After eating a few bites, Zhang Minghui wanted to ask the boss something.

There are a lot of people coming and going in the restaurant, so the boss should know a lot of information. When I came to the kitchen, I saw the fat boss kneading the dough.

Zhang Minghui asked with a smile.

"Brother, can I ask you something?"

A simple greeting evoked the fat boss's memories. He stared at Zhang Minghui blankly and couldn't help speaking in Mandarin.

"Are you also from Sijiu City?"

At this time, Zhang Minghui suddenly remembered that he had forgotten to speak Cantonese. In a hurry, he spoke in Beijing dialect. Since he was heard, Zhang Minghui did not hide it and spoke with a smile.

"Yes, I came from the Forty-Nine City and wanted to ask you something."

The fat man rubbed the flour off his hands, washed them clean, and then took Zhang Minghui to the living room to sit down. He took out a cigarette from his pocket and handed it to Zhang Minghui, saying enthusiastically.

"Hey, I finally meet my fellow countrymen. I haven't heard the local dialect for many years. When I was in Hong Kong Island, I knew a few of them. But here, most of them are locals."

"It's rare to see fellow villagers from the Forbidden City."

After listening to the fat boss' introduction, Zhang Minghui learned that the couple came here with their elders in the 1960s. Life here is indeed much better than in the mainland.

But the social environment was also chaotic at that time, with police and criminals colluding with each other, and the whole place was in a state of chaos. Ordinary people were struggling to survive.

They originally opened a tea restaurant in Tsim Sha Tsui, but unfortunately someone took a fancy to their shop and wanted to buy it at a low price, which of course they couldn't do.

I left my hometown and ran to Hong Kong. How could I give up such a lucrative business?

Unfortunately, the police often came to search, and gang members also came to make trouble every day. It was impossible to continue the good business, and all the customers were driven away.

In desperation, they had to sell their properties at a low price and hide in this remote place to survive.

Zhang Minghui was deeply moved by what he heard. This is the helplessness of ordinary people. The social environment is unstable. If you want to do business steadily, there is no way. There are many ways to deal with you.

Fortunately, these people did not do anything too extreme, otherwise it would be difficult for this family to be able to evacuate.

According to the fat boss, although this place is not as prosperous as Hong Kong Island, it is not as chaotic as Hong Kong Island, and he has lived a stable life here for more than ten years.

When he heard Zhang Minghui asking him about the situation of the Saigon gang, the fat man immediately spoke with great joy.

"Hey, bro, you got the point. Let me tell you, Saigon isn't too far from here, and I know all the news there. A bunch of young people always gossip in my restaurant."

"The hottest news in Saigon right now is about the leader of the Yifu group, Li Guoqiang, nicknamed Scar Qiang. In the past two years, he has seized a lot of territory in Tseung Kwan O with his four subordinates."

"I heard that he fought to the death with Feihong from Changle Gang and Sangkun from Hongtai."

"But they've been quiet recently. I heard they're planning something ruthless."

Upon learning the news about his brother, Li Guoyong excitedly pulled the fat man to ask him all kinds of questions, but Zhang Minghui heard from the nickname that Guoqiang must have been injured and had a scar on his face.

Zhang Minghui was surprised to hear "Tseung Kwan O". After arriving in Hong Kong, he was a little confused by the place name. After hearing the fat boss's explanation, Zhang Minghui finally understood the situation of this place.

Tseung Kwan O is a township under the Sai Kung District, located between Kwun Tong and Clear Water Bay, close to the Hong Kong metropolitan area. Don't look down on it now, but it is already very prosperous.

A few years ago, I heard that the government was going to vigorously develop this area, and all the societies that heard the news set their sights on this area. At that time, it was very chaotic, and all the major societies had their names displayed here.

After nearly two years of fighting, the three largest gangs in Tseung Kwan O are now the Ho Yi Fuk, the Chang Lok Gang, and the Hong Tai. Other gangs have been squeezed out.

The three families would fight each other all the time, trying to unify the area, but unfortunately their power was almost the same. No one could really drive the other two away. But recently I heard that they started fighting again.

When Zhang Minghui learned from the fat man where Li Guoqiang's place was, Li Guoyong obviously couldn't sit still and looked at Zhang Minghui anxiously.

After Zhang Minghui exchanged a few pleasantries with the fat boss, he led everyone out of the tea restaurant and came to the bus terminal. This was a shabby place, and there wasn't even a taxi to be seen.

It's about ten o'clock in the morning.

Reversing back and forth took some time, and it took more than three hours to get to Chun Choi Street, Tseung Kwan O Estate, which is currently the most prosperous neighborhood in Tseung Kwan O.

The group came to the "Border Town Nightclub" and heard from the fat man that this was Li Guoqiang's place. Zhang Minghui and his men had just come from a distance when they were spotted by several younger brothers who were parking in front of the nightclub.

One of them was a gangster with dyed yellow hair and tattoos on his arms. Seeing Zhang Minghui and his group, who were tall and strong and didn't look like good people, he thought they were here to cause trouble.

He quickly spoke to the younger brother beside him.

"Pull the street, it's obvious that they are Sang Kun's men. Shengzai, hurry to the house to wake up Brother Quan and the others."