In the luxurious suite of the Peninsula Hotel, three young white men brought by Howie Winter were drinking and having fun with a group of White Russian prostitutes in the entertainment room. The exaggerated laughter of the prostitutes and the proud roars of the young people could be heard from the entertainment room from time to time.

Go to the cigar bar.

"I have no objection to you defrauding those bastards of a large amount of money and then planning to kill them, but now you are telling me that such a large amount of money will not be left in the end?" Howie Winter asked skillfully.

He sniffed a joint of marijuana gently at the tip of his nose, then handed it to Sheng Jiashu across from him with a grin: "I brought you the good Mexican goods from Chicago."

He is a wild and unruly figure in Chicago, and he is also the leader of the small group that Sheng Jiashu participated in before. Although he is dressed as a tourist, he is sitting on the sofa in the cigar bar, naturally or deliberately, trying to learn

With the tone and momentum of an old man like Will Wallace.

Sheng Jiashu tapped his temple with his finger: "I'm not in the mood to let my brain be so happy these days that I forget myself."

"Okay." Howie Winter took back the marijuana, put it in his mouth and lit it, took a comfortable breath, and the smoke spit out: "Next time you want to have one, you may have to wait until Blake and Big

Those bastards from Fez have arrived, forget it, let’s continue talking about the money.”

"That money must be spent, Howie. Whether it's the police, officials, or other living bastards, they all need money to make them turn a blind eye to the dead. I don't want to run away after killing people. What we need is to

This city stands firm, just like those Italians and Frenchmen who came out of Sicily and Corsica did in cities like New York, Boston, and Chicago." Sheng Jiashu picked up the wine glass and took a sip of wine, and then took a sip from the fruit plate.

Twist a grape and throw it into your mouth.

Howie Winter grinned: "Speaking of those French guys in Corsica, last month my father had people pretending to be the National Guard in New York and ransacked their cargo ship. The two tons of crude oil those guys shipped from the Port of Marseille

The refined heroin should have been shipped to Chicago by now."

As he spoke, Howie Winter straightened up and raised his red wine glass to signal Sheng Jiashu. Sheng Jiashu raised his glass and clinked it with him. Howie Winter stared at Sheng Jiashu who was drinking and said: "Pete, although this is your city, but you

You know, I am the boss, you should consider my feelings on how to distribute the money, I mean, if you want me to stay."

Sheng Jiashu smiled calmly: "Of course, you are the boss. It has always been the case. You are responsible for handling the money."

"Good, speaking of which, it seems that I have never seen you interested in any woman? Lisa, Mana seems to have poured beer on you because you rejected them, aren't you going to help yourself choose one tonight?" From Sheng Jiashu

After receiving an affirmative answer, Howie Winter simply turned the topic to women and asked Sheng Jiashu questions.

Sheng Jiashu flicked the ashes of his cigarette: "Don't think of me as a virgin. I started reading pornographic albums when I was seven. When I was thirteen, my brother took me to see a striptease. When I was eighteen, I went back to Hong Kong for my birthday, and my brother even helped me find it.

I had a woman go to bed with me as an adult ceremony, but my father found out afterwards. He hated having anything to do with women before marriage, so he gave me a lesson and told me to stay away from such things. However, there is no need to sympathize with me.

, my brother was beaten even worse."

Howie Winter laughed. The phone rang in the living room outside. A disheveled Belarusian prostitute came out of the entertainment room and answered the phone. A few seconds later, she knocked on the glass door of the cigar bar and spoke in a charming tone.

:

"The front desk of the hotel called and said that Mr. Zheng wanted to have dinner with Mr. Sheng. He was in the restaurant on the third floor."

…

The various Teochew-style food stalls and shops in Sheung Wan's north-south lane, Sheung Keng Alley, are in full swing. The shop assistants are trotting between the tables, holding the trays high in their hands and mouthing...

Forgot to remind diners:

"Boiling water! Be careful!"

"No! Stop your feet!"

All the diners were sweating profusely from eating, and from time to time they raised glasses with their companions. The atmosphere of the entire alley seemed completely inconsistent with its name.

In fact, Shit Hang Alley was named before 1900 because it was close to Nanbei Street and had a large flow of people. At that time, Hong Kong did not have much concept of hygiene, especially stores like Nanbei Street that wholesaled domestic and Nanyang specialties.

There is an endless stream of people picking up goods, and there is not just one, but the entire street of four to five hundred meters long is doing this kind of business. People are in a hurry, so some people can't find the toilet, so they simply sneak into the alley next door for convenience.

Over time, it was called Shithole Alley by the people nearby.

However, after 1900, several merchants on the North and South Streets took the initiative to donate money to the Health Department and asked the Hong Kong government to build public toilets nearby, solving this problem of convenience.

The alley has been transformed into a street of food stalls, making it easier for customers to have a meal when they are hungry.

Because most of the people doing business in the north-south line at that time were Chaozhou people, the food in the alley was mostly Chaozhou style. The government may have thought it would be a bit indecent to call it Shikeng Alley, so it took the initiative to name this unknown alley on the government map.

The lane was named Chaozhou Lane. As soon as the result was announced, the Chaozhou people smashed up the street sign. It was called a shithole before, but now it is called Chaozhou. Doesn’t that mean Chaozhou is a shithole?

So in the end, this alley still has no official name, only a vulgar name passed down by word of mouth, Shithole Alley, but it does not affect the many diners who come here to enjoy their meal.

At this time, in the shop with the Zhenji Laowei Niuzhe sign in Shikeng Alley, Hua Liulong, the boss of Quan Yingle, raised his wine glass angrily, poured a whole glass of wasp wine into his mouth, and then smashed the wine glass hard

It fell on the table, causing the dishes and spoons on the table to rattle.

"You are so angry, I think you might as well call me Fire Bull." Yu Zhaohan held up a Coke in his hand and looked at Hua Liulong across from him. He couldn't figure out why this guy was so angry.

Because in Yu Zhaohan's impression, it is rare to see Hua Liulong looking angry.

"It's unreasonable! It's so unconscionable!" Hua Liulong stared at Yu Zhaohan and breathed heavily: "One of my brothers died last year, leaving two orphans and a widowed mother to depend on each other. His wife wanted to let her children study. I am

His boss, of course, has to take care of him. This year, when the child reaches the age of study, I will take him to register. Guess what? I will steal your mother, and more than 700 children will study in that government primary school.

grade, it turned out that the school only selected 70 children! They had to take a test and only children who knew English letters, read ancient poems, and math could be selected. If my child understood it, I wouldn’t have to go there to study. I would still go there if he understood everything.

Learn from the devil!"

"So, your brother's child was not selected?" Yu Zhaohan inserted the straw into the Coke bottle and took a sip.

Hua Liulong said with a gloomy face: "Of course his mother was not selected. He helps those dog meat hot pot owners in Kowloon Walled City to steal chickens and dogs all day long. He has no time to study. I took people directly to the principal's office. I said nothing to the principal's 38

Tell me, I'm just here to fool around. I'm here today to send a nephew to school. If I can't handle such a trivial matter, people will laugh at me in the future if word gets out about it. As long as you are willing to help, tell me a price, and I will never bargain."

Yu Zhaohan didn't answer, he took a sip of Coke and watched Hua Liulong describe what happened today.

"That damn woman actually said that all the government primary schools in Hong Kong and Kowloon combined have only 9,000 places for first-grade freshmen this year, but there are nearly 110,000 little devils coming to study this year. She said, if I really have

If I have the ability, I will go to 110,000 families, so that no children will compete with my nephew for the position, and it will definitely be famous if it spreads."

"You called me here to ask me to help you deal with 110,000 people, right? The whole thing and the prefix combined may not be enough." Yu Zhaohan said disapprovingly: "This kind of thing is not something to get angry about, right?"

Hua Liulong scratched his crotch hard, then put his hand in front of his nose and sniffed: "I'm not angry with the eighth-grandmother principal, I'm angry. It doesn't matter if people like us are rotten people, but our nephew wants to study and be a good person.

Even the good boy can't do it! I want to send him to a famous school, no matter how much money he has, but he can't get in. Those schools require letters of recommendation from big people! This is why I got angry. Gui Lao and those big people didn't get it.

As individuals, we don’t even give our nephews a chance to be human beings!”

"Then do you know that I am also very angry today? I went to see Bazhiqing today and said that I would kill A Xie to prevent him from destroying Lao Huo's club." Yu Zhaohan sucked up the coke in one gulp and put it back on the table.

Said in a calm tone.

Hua Liulong curled his lips: "Only an idiot would show off your anger!"

He lowered his voice and leaned forward: "Not to mention the Jianghu people, even ordinary citizens know that borrowing loan sharks is a dead end. A person who has read a book will not know clearly. Even if he does not know, he should always know whether he can

He paid off such a large principal and interest, but he still borrowed it, why?"

Yu Zhaohan stared at Hua Liulong, who raised two fingers:

"There are two possibilities, either A Xie wants to collect the money and run to the United States and leave the trouble to Lao Huo, or there is no creditor who can survive until the amount expires and come to collect the money."
Chapter completed!