mesbooks Chapter 58: Three of the Four Detectives Arrive
Chapter 58: Three of the Four Detectives Arrive
No sooner had Gao Laocheng and his companion left than Wu Shih-hao immediately stopped smiling – something was definitely amiss!
Don't be fooled by how Gao Laocheng spoke so casually, as if he were joking. The other party's identity is that of the head of the Fu Yi Xing gang.
Fu Yixing's size is no less than that of He Anle.
A dignified boss, asking to poach one of his own traitors.
If this gets out, Gao Lao will be promoted to a higher position, which can be described as having a keen eye for talent and recruiting people without being bound by convention; if he takes a step back, he can use the excuse that he was drunk at the birthday banquet and said something intoxicating.
But when it came to Wu Shih-hao, it put him in a very passive position.
The leaders on the other side are personally recruiting you, Wu Shih-hao. Are you tempted, or are you truly tempted?
"Damn it, I didn't check the almanac before I left home, and they dug a hole for me for no reason, damn it!" Wu Shih-hao spat as he turned around, his smile returning, and walked toward another guest who had come over to give him a perfunctory greeting.
At the same time.
Gao Laocheng, who had gone up to the second floor, led Yu Touming to the reception table.
The person in charge of the ceremony announced loudly: "Mr. Chen Chengwu, President of the Fu Yi Xing Chamber of Commerce, and Mr. Yu Yingming, Director, have brought a generous gift—an eight-ounce pure gold medal symbolizing longevity and good health—to congratulate you."
The Fuk Yee Hing Chamber of Commerce and Industry was registered in 1886. Its business scope included mutual assistance among fellow villagers, mediation of disputes, helping fellow villagers find jobs, and doing business.
However, by the 30s, the organization's legal registration had been revoked by the British Hong Kong government.
However, among gangsters, Hong Kong citizens, and Chinese police officers, this name is still the generally accepted name for the legitimate branch of Fuk Yee Hing.
A gold medal weighing a full eight ounces is truly a generous gift.
Most importantly, the charioteer himself came. This time, Fu Yixing really gave Fat Lao Kun a lot of face and substance.
The person in charge of ceremonies uttered an "ah" and drew out the sound for more than ten seconds!
Then he saw Fat Kun leading several of his men out to greet Tall Cheng.
He then shut his mouth, demonstrating professionalism!
Lin Yuanshan and his group occupied a table by the window on the right side of the doorway. This was the reserved spot for the family members of the banquet party.
Being so close to the entrance and making such a commotion that even the birthday celebrant was alerted, naturally attracted the attention of Lin Yuanshan and the others.
While others focused on the heavy gold medal, Lin Yuanshan remembered the true names of Gao Laocheng and Yu Touming.
Wen, who was wearing glasses, noticed that Lin Yuanshan seemed to be deep in thought and explained in a low voice, "Fu Yixing has always wanted Uncle Kun to increase their market share."
Therefore, Gao Laocheng sent him a generous gift.
Haha, actually, with Uncle Kun's wealth, he doesn't care about the price of the gift.
But Gao Laocheng's attitude made the old man very happy.
"Heh, to become the head of an old triad like Fuk Yee Hing, Tall Cheng has reached the pinnacle of his career in the underworld." Lin Yuanshan picked up his teacup and took a sip. "Even someone like him has to bow down to Fat Kun. No wonder Brother Hao can walk around like a madman in Shek Kip Mei."
"Hey, what can I do when Uncle Kun has some good stuff?" Four-Eyes Wen withdrew his gaze, but stopped mid-sentence, remembering that Lin Yuanshan was a respectable person, and quickly said, "Come on, everyone, let's start eating and have some cold dishes to tide us over. The banquet won't start until after noon today."
Lin Yuanshan picked up a piece of braised goose foot, chewing it while looking around the area.
Currently, they are on the second floor. Those qualified to come up are either big shots who received invitations or Fat Kun's confidants.
Lin Yuanshan discovered that there were thirty tables on the second floor, divided into fifteen tables on each side.
The fifteen tables to their right were all occupied by people from the martial arts world.
On the left side of the opposite side, at table fifteen, the seats were likely occupied by Chinese police officers, because Lin Yuanshan recognized another acquaintance, Shi Licheng from the Kowloon City Police Station.
At this time, apart from those who wanted to take the opportunity to discuss "business" with Fat Kun before the banquet started, most of the important guests were not present.
Lin Yuanshan saw Shi Licheng, who also recognized him.
He was probably still angry. He had been forced to lend 3000 yuan last time, and with a dark expression, he turned his head to the other side.
Lin Yuanshan didn't care, and he even asked Siyanwen to go and ask the other party.
Now that his factory is up and running, the question is whether to treat the 3000 yuan loan as a 30% equity investment as agreed, or to settle the debt upon receipt of the loan.
As expected, the shrewd man made the safest choice: he didn't care about the interest, as long as he could get his principal back!
"Here, the IOU is. The 3100 yuan you asked me to bring was interest-free, so I counted out 3000 to pay him back. The remaining 100 is here." Four-Eyes Wen placed the IOU and 100 yuan on the table.
Lin Yuanshan tore up the IOU and put away the hundred yuan: "What a pity, I originally wanted Brother Cheng to be the major shareholder."
To my surprise, he chose to take the money and give up the opportunity to invest in my factory.
"Haha, A Yuan, you're so ruthless. I think Shi Li Cheng made the right choice."
"If he wants your shares, you might end up being his scapegoat one day." Four-Eyes Wen shook his head with a smile. Just then, the snobbish Cheng who had collected his money looked over, and the two nodded amicably.
Seeing that Shi Licheng's face darkened instantly upon seeing him, Lin Yuanshan looked utterly helpless: "Are you kidding me? Among everyone here today, there's no one less corrupt than the worst. I'm probably the only decent person here."
Upon hearing this, everyone except Tie Tou, who was engrossed in eating his cold dishes, booed.
As time went on, more and more people came up the stairs and entered the hall. Lin Yuanshan's bespectacled friend kept pointing out the guests who had arrived.
Yan Tong and Lan Jiang, two of the four detectives, have arrived.
Fat Kun personally came out to greet them twice. As for the detectives and officers in uniform, most of them came from police stations of all sizes in Kowloon, so they weren't worth his time.
As it approached midnight, the steward shouted again.
Lin Yuanshan's eyes narrowed. Detective Inspector Lui Lok of Sham Shui Po had arrived.
This guy, Luo Ge, has neither a hooked nose nor is he handsome!
Well, to be honest, Detective Lei is fair-skinned and chubby, with a friendly smile, no wonder he's called a smiling tiger.
The other person who came with him was an elderly man with a full head of white hair neatly combed into a slicked-back style.
Judging by his age, which is close to 70, he is Lei Luo's father-in-law, Cai Chuhai, also a member of the Da Lao family.
The arrival of the father-in-law and son-in-law once again alarmed Fatty Kun.
Lin Yuanshan noticed that Fatty Kun's attitude towards Cai Chuhai was much more enthusiastic than Lei Luo's.
Consider Lui Lok's current position: Detective Inspector of Sham Shui Po.
Lin Yuanshan immediately understood that Sham Shui Po was not a lucrative area, and that was why Lei Luo had not yet become the Chief Detective Inspector.
At this moment, in his own territory, he can make a gang branch leader like Yu Tou Ming bow his head.
But in the eyes of a powerful underworld figure, he wasn't quite a lackey; at best, he was just a small hippopotamus.
On the contrary, Yau Ma Tei Detective Yan Tong, who arrived earlier, had people from both the underworld and the legitimate world constantly approaching him with wine glasses to make friends as soon as he sat down at the main table. His aura was in no way inferior to that of Fat Lao Kun, the birthday celebrant.