stjorthotic Chapter 10 Shanghai has A Bao, Hong Kong has A Yuan
Chapter 10 Shanghai has A Bao, Hong Kong has A Yuan
He Hongshun is one of the older but weaker branches among the He families.
Their sphere of influence was mainly concentrated in the Sham Shui Po, Shek Kip Mei and Tai Wo Ping areas.
Biandanwei is currently one of the more prominent "red sticks" (a type of criminal organization) alongside Hongshun, and he is about thirty-five years old.
He was not tall, but his arms were very strong. Ten years ago, he and Hung Shun attacked the Saigon pier. He used a carrying pole to guard the pier and blocked the enemy gang's reinforcements.
Biandanwei has had his eye on Tie Tou, this henchman, for a long time.
He hinted several times, but that simpleton, whether he couldn't understand or looked down on the reputation of He Hongshun, refused to budge.
Who would have thought that we would only be apart for two or three days?
Iron Head was in Kowloon Walled City, working with the people from the Water House to accomplish that great thing.
"Brother Wei, what do we do now? Should we gather our men and head to the lottery booth to ask Wu Shih-hao for people?" A lackey offered a lousy idea.
Biandanwei slapped the man across the face, making him cover his face and scream: "Are you crazy! Tie Tou isn't even a blue lantern, what reason do I have to ask Ahao for him?"
At most, I borrowed a rickshaw from him. Did you expect me to lead a whole bunch of people to the gambling den in the water shop and beg for a rickshaw? You're shameless, but I still need one, you bastard!
Upon seeing the boss lose his temper, the henchman who had come to deliver the message wisely kept quiet, secretly cursing inwardly.
If you had spoken frankly earlier, that idiot Tie Tou might have joined the organization long ago.
Biandanwei stroked his chin: "Rumor has it that Wu Shih-hao secretly set up two noodle stalls in Shek Kip Mei?"
Well, it's not our place to be the first to stick our necks out in this matter.
"Give the order to the brothers to start gathering intelligence and target Ah Hao's two stalls."
"Received!" The henchman who rushed to deliver the message nodded and left; gathering intelligence was his job.
Seeing that the boss seemed to be in a better mood, he started playing Pai Gow again.
The one who had just been hit, covering his cheek, leaned closer and asked, "Brother Wei, why are you scratching Ah Hao's stall?"
"Hmph! Who do you think leaked the news that Ah-hao opened a noodle stall in Shek Kip Mei?"
Some people become big spenders, wanting the gang's name to protect them, the gang members to support them, and they also want to bypass the gang's public accounts and send their henchmen to run their own "businesses." "When Biandanwei spoke, he pushed a pair of dominoes around his hand: "If you want to have all the benefits, naturally some people will be unhappy with you."
If we can't deal with the big shots, we definitely need to teach the small fry a lesson!
Seeing his trusted confidants listening intently, Biandanwei sneered, picked up the dice, and threw them at the deck: "In this world, those who are all talk and no action are easily doomed. Kill them!"
Lin Yuanshan had no idea that by taking on Tie Tou as a follower, he could cause a misunderstanding between He Hongshun's Biandanwei and Wu Shihao.
At this moment, he brought Tie Tou to the ground floor of Chungking Mansions in Tsim Sha Tsui and, based on his memories from before his time travel, found a Chung Kee tailor shop.
The attendants just need to be neatly dressed, but Mr. Lin, no matter how much he has to make do, should at least get a suit.
After all, if Sister Qiaoyun replies tomorrow, the person Lin Yuanshan will be meeting next will no longer be a江湖人 (jianghu person) wearing a T-shirt and shorts.
Instead, he met with Li Yicheng at least once a month to report on production work at the Yellow River Plastics branch factory.
When you visit someone's home to interview them, the first impression is very important, especially since their current persona is that of a down-on-his-luck landlord.
My grandfather was an enlightened landowner, and my father was a college student before the war.
His family's fortunes may decline, but Lin Yuanshan's prestige must not be lost, otherwise it will affect his subsequent plans.
"Mr. Lin, how about this one? It's 35 yuan." The owner of Chung Kee took out a gray suit and asked Lin Yuanshan, who was squatting on the ground playing with his three-year-old daughter.
Lin Yuanshan put down the rattle drum, walked over, and pinched the fabric: "A blend of synthetic fibers, no lining. Tch, just some cheap stuff from the neighborhood."
With a look of displeasure in his eyes, Lin Yuanshan glared at Hong Gu's father: "Boss Zhong, are you worried I won't have the money to pay you? You're just throwing out some junk to fool your customers?"
He glanced at Tie Tou, who was standing at the entrance of his shop, clutching a large cloth bag, his eyes wide open, looking as if he was afraid a passerby would try to rob him.
Then look at Lin Yuanshan, who was wearing a cheap shirt, trousers, and old leather shoes, and started playing with his daughter as soon as he entered the door.
Chung thought to himself, "In recent years, there have been more swindlers than rats in Hong Kong."
Some people appear polite and refined on the surface, but in reality they are swindlers and cheaters. Who the hell can say for sure?
Of course, thinking about it is one thing, but saying it is another.
Pushing up his glasses, Mr. Chung held up his suit jacket and stood in front of his daughter's high chair, saying, "No, no, it's because you, Mr. Lin, don't accept custom orders and only want ready-made items."
In my shop, this is truly the only apartment where someone put down a deposit, but failed to pick it up last year due to a delay.
"Wearing synthetic fibers makes you look loose and baggy."
If I'm discussing business with someone, wouldn't I be looked down upon before I even open my mouth?
One hundred dollars! You just measured my size.
Mr. Zhong, listen to me. My requirement is that the fabric must be pure British wool.
The Mid-Autumn Festival has just passed, and the weather is still hot. Choose Pailus or Vanlitine, which are lightweight and breathable.
It must be fully lined, and the cut must be firm!
If a competitor is unpacking your goods, I won't make things difficult for you.
I can do without the three-piece set, but I can't do without the two pieces.
"Now that we've got this, you know my limitations. Tie and tie clip, you can get me the same for me while you're at it." Lin Yuanshan, too lazy to argue with the tailor, pulled out a hundred-dollar bill and slapped it on the counter: "A vest for a tie and a tie clip. Even if you get the whole set from a fellow tailor for 100 dollars, the price difference for these three items is enough for you to make a profit."
I'll take the pick! You're an expert!
Upon hearing this, Chung put down the cheap suit he was holding, put away the cash on the counter, and his smile changed completely.
He first instructed his wife to come out and make tea to greet the guests, then excused himself to Lin Yuanshan and hurried out to find a competitor to source goods.
In this era, suits were indeed all made to order. According to Lin Yuanshan's requirements, the cost of a suit was about HK$120.
However, some customers breached the contract and did not come to the tailor shop to pick up their suits for their own reasons. Therefore, these finished suits are considered a burdensome asset. They are reluctant to pawn them, but keeping them is just a waste of space.
Lin Yuanshan gave Zhong Ji 100 yuan in cash and left him enough profit and room for maneuver, so the other party naturally worked hard.
As for why the pseudonym was given up, it was simply to save some costs.
A job seeker, dressed in a handmade suit, having pawned his vest, looking slightly embarrassed but putting on a brave face, came to Hong Kong to make a living.
Isn't it much less pleasing to the interviewer in terms of persona than having a complete set of three items and being obsessed with saving face?
Lin Yuanshan and his three-year-old daughter, Hong Gu, played with rattles and handbells for about half an hour.
Then I saw Chung Kee coming back from outside, covered in sweat and wearing a suit.
This is a dark navy blue worsted wool suit, a fabric preferred by most trainees at Hong Kong trading companies in this era.
He wore a burgundy tie and a matte silver tie clip, which wasn't flashy, but when Lin Yuanshan put them on, they looked quite pleasing to the eye.
As for the pseudonym, Lin Yuanshan and Zhong Ji tacitly kept quiet about it.
With 100 yuan, from this moment on, A Yuan embarks on his journey to become Mr. Lin.