"Good morning, viewers, and welcome to the morning broadcast. In the early hours of this morning, a building fell from a building in Kowloon Tong. Homicide was preliminarily ruled out, and the cause of the fall was suspected to be due to the failure of stock trading. Since the Hang Seng Index plummeted in early March, it has been nearly a month, and the third suicide has failed in stock trading. Go ahead and continue…”
In the bright and clean apartment, the young female anchor on the black and white TV was broadcasting the morning news.
Since the beginning of March, the stock market has plummeted for three consecutive months. In just a few months, stockholders who originally dreamed of getting rich in the stock market have not had time to enjoy the joy of getting rich overnight, and many of them have gone bankrupt in the blink of an eye.
The summer in Hong Kong City is long and hot. At the end of June, it has entered a thick summer, and even the air in the morning is warm. Fortunately, Qiao Wen now lives in a well-ventilated high-rise apartment. The fresh air passes through the spacious windows, coupled with the whirring ceiling fan on the top, so the original heat has turned into a refreshing and pleasant feeling.
After Qiao Wen finished smelling it, he turned off the TV, took out a bottle of iced Coke from the refrigerator, opened it and took a sip, and suddenly a feeling of heart-warming cold rushed to the soles of his feet.
He walked to the balcony, took a water bottle and watered the lush hanging baskets and narcissus, then stretched his arms facing the blue sky, and started doing aerobics.
It has been almost half a year since I moved into my home, and my life is slowly unfolding in an orderly manner, and everything is going smoothly.
The Mengzhen brand has developed rapidly, with more than a dozen stores and counters opened, and its reputation has been fully established in Hong Kong. Taiwan, Malaysia, and South Korea have also negotiated agents, and the export volume in the past two months is also very impressive. In the era without the Internet, it is already a miracle that a local clothing brand can do this in less than a year.
Lin Zihui is now considered a well-known boss, and he appears in newspapers every now and then for interviews. As for Qiao Wen, a manager, he has also appeared in newspapers several times, because he is young and handsome, and is now considered a well-known young talent in Hong Kong City. hansome.
But migrant workers are different from their bosses. Although a 10% dividend is already impressive, Qiao Wen's goal is not just a little bit.
After moving out of the Walled City, he and Chen Jianan opened a real estate company named after the two of them. For the time being, there will be only the two of them for the convenience of hoarding land.
In the past few months, due to the stock market crash, some stockholders who killed the red market were unwilling to be trapped, and did not believe that the stock market would continue to fall. And because most of them were eager to sell, the price was slightly lower than the market price, and they bought several good pieces of land.
As for what will happen to those who sell land, sell houses and speculate in stocks in the end, it is no longer Qiao Wen's concern. People have to be responsible for their actions—including greed.
As for the money to buy the land, they naturally don't have it. But because I bought three pieces of land from Guan Zhenbao before, plus the apartment for the two of them, some of them were mortgaged to the bank, and they got a few good loans. Xingshe went the right way and invested money in their real estate company, which also contributed to their land hoarding.
The ten or so pieces of land that I have now hoarded in my hands are considered a lot, and the total cost is only one million yuan.
After exercising, Qiao Wen changed his clothes and went downstairs. At the entrance of the corridor, I took out today's newspaper from the newspaper box, and opened the property market advertisement page first.
After the stock market crash lasted for three months, a large amount of funds were withdrawn from the stock market and invested in real estate, and the real estate market finally began to have a big reaction.
They now have a small apartment, which has increased by a quarter compared to last year, and the land price has skyrocketed. According to the latest market price, the land of Guan Zhenbao has doubled.
After browsing the property market, Qiao Wen took his time to sniff.
After leaving the building, he put on his wristwatch, then crossed the street, walked into the "Good Neighbor Tea Restaurant" opposite, pointed at the cashier, and said with a smile, "Pack ten cups of milk tea."
Grandma Qiao, who was settling accounts, raised her head when she heard the sound, and asked with a smile, "Awen, where are you, Anan?"
Qiao Wen said: "Brother Nan's martial arts gym opens at ten o'clock, I have to go there right away, and bring him and the younger brothers a cup of milk tea by the way."
"Okay, then I'll get someone to prepare it. Uncle Chen and Uncle Chen came over early in the morning to help. Aunt Chen and I have to go to the shop. You help us make the bustling."
"En." Qiao Wen nodded.
Ten minutes later, he got into the taxi with two big bags of milk tea. He didn't forget to wave to the grandmother in the shop through the window.
When they first moved out of the Walled City, Grandma, Uncle Chen and Aunt Chen were afraid that they were not used to being outside, and they didn’t know what kind of work they could do. She works in a factory, while the grandmother still guards her dry goods stall. However, people obviously get used to a good living environment quickly.
In less than two months, several elders wanted to find some work outside. Afterwards, Qiao Wen and Chen Jianan combined together and bought a small tea restaurant with money. Even Chen Jianan's father came back from the fishing boat, and the family took care of it with peace of mind. Dining room.
They are all hard-working people, everyone worked together, coupled with Qiao Wen's publicity strategy, after two months, the Good Neighbor Tea Restaurant has already gained a good reputation in the neighborhood.
Today is the opening day of Anan Martial Arts Hall. Qiao Wenwen wanted to help him early in the morning. Chen Jianan was afraid that he would be tired, so he refused to let him go. He went out at five or six o'clock.
The martial arts hall is not far from home, and it takes only ten minutes by taxi. In order to save money, the martial arts hall is not facing the street, and is on the second floor of a building. But the opening event is naturally downstairs.
At this time, Chen Jianan and a few younger brothers, wearing double-breasted martial arts uniforms, were distributing leaflets to foreigners who came and went.
"Brother Nan!" Qiao Wen, who got off from the taxi, waved his hand far away and called out.
When Chen Jianan heard the call, he turned around and immediately smiled, and ran quickly through the door, excitedly saying: "Little Qiao, you're dead!"
There was a little sweat on his forehead, and he didn't know whether it was tired or hot, and his face was radiant and handsome.
Qiao Wen handed him the milk tea in his hand: "I've been busy this morning, are you tired? It's for you and your little brothers."
Chen Jianan hurriedly greeted: "Brothers, drink milk tea later."
The younger brothers all followed Chen Jianan in the city walled city. They were originally members of the Hexing Society that had not formally joined the club, that is, hanging cages under Sijiuzi, because they were not considered official members. It was very free, Chen Jianan left the city, and they also wanted to follow. Before Chen Jianan had no place to settle down, now that he opened a martial arts gym, they took them all over.
When a group of ponies drank milk tea, they had a few more guests. The most ostentatious was of course the incumbent of Hexing Club, Long Jiang Yufeng. He brought a few ponies and his own sister, and presented two flower basket.
Immediately afterwards, Lin Zihui, Zhou Renjun, and Guan Zhenbao also joined in one after another.
Opening a martial arts gym has always been Chen Jianan's dream, not for making money, but to carry forward his uncle's and master's boxing skills, so that they will have successors at the eighth level of the Chen family, especially when he realizes that it is impossible for him to carry on the family line After that, the desire to open a martial arts hall to teach students became stronger and stronger.
Today's wish has come true, and there are some friends to join him, he is so happy to see his teeth disappear.
As soon as ten o'clock auspicious time came, the gongs, drums and firecrackers sounded, and he personally performed a very difficult set of lion dances before leading the crowd upstairs to visit the martial arts hall.
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The quarrel lasted until noon, and Qiao Wen booked a restaurant for him and asked him to take people to dinner. Because I had an appointment with an agent, I didn't go to a restaurant with them.
By the time I finished talking with the agent about work, it was already twilight.
He took a taxi to the Anan Martial Art Museum, only to find Haozai was about to close the door and go home.
"Where's Brother Nan? Why are you alone?" Qiao Wen asked.
"He took his brothers to the bar to drink." Haozai said with a pout, "I'm not yet eighteen, so don't take me."
Qiao Wen laughed and said, "He's right. You won't go to the bar until you're eighteen."
Haozai groaned and said, "What! He's been in a tavern since he was sixteen or seventeen."
Qiao Wen shook his head and laughed, and asked again, "Which bar is he in?"
Howard said, "It's the Star World in Causeway Bay."
Qiao Wen nodded, thought for a while, took out a twenty-dollar bill, and handed it to two teenagers who were abandoned by his brother: "Okay, you buy delicious food by yourself, don't hang out by yourself ,come home early."
Haozai knew that brother Qiao Wen could make money now, so he took the money happily and said, "Are you looking for brother soon?"
Qiao Wen pointed: "I'll keep him in check so that he doesn't get drunk and make trouble."
Hao Zai deeply agrees: "That's right, my brother is really annoying when he drinks, he has pulled my hair out several times."
When Qiao Wen arrived at Xingtiandi, it was already eight o'clock, and the bar was already bustling.
Bar owners in this era are mainly targeting foreigners and locals above white-collar workers, and Star World is quite high-end, so those who can spend here are naturally not ordinary people.
Chen Jianan was also extravagant in order to bring the brothers from the slums to see the world.
When Qiao Wen found someone, seven or eight guys had already sat in a big booth and had a drink.
"Brother Nan!" Qiao Wen said loudly amidst the loud music.
Chen Jianan lifted his chair and grinned. Under the blurred light, his cheeks were obviously flushed from alcohol. He moved away to make room for Qiao Wen: "Little Qiao, where are you? Come and sit down. "
Qiao Wen walked by and sat down next to him, picked up a few empty wine bottles on the table, and swept a few ponies who were obviously drunk, frowned and said, "How much have you drank?" ?”
Chen Jianan hiccupped, took out his glass and said, "No... not much, I can still drink."
Qiao Wen was afraid that he would not be able to deal with the drunk guy when he got home later, so he took the glass away from his hand: "Okay, don't drink any more, I'll help you get you a glass of milk."
He reached out to summon the waiter.
The waiter walked by with a tray and nodded to him: "Wait a minute!"
Then he walked to the opposite booth, put the wine bottles on the tray on the table, took out the corkscrew to open the wine, and poured a glass for the four guests in the booth.
Those four people are two Chinese and two ghosts. The ghosts have no identity, but the two Chinese young men are both wearing expensive shirts and famous watches. , is also fluent in English.
Qiao Wenwen didn't care too much. Nearly 20% of the foreigners in Hong Kong City, and the remaining 80% have a lot of yellow-skinned and white-hearted second devils, especially the upper class, most of them live a Western-style life.
It's just that when the waiter was pouring the wine, he accidentally spilled a little on the leather shoes of the blond ghost next to him.
The blond ghost immediately cursed loudly in substandard Chinese: "That boy! Do you have long eyes?"
Qiao Wen frowned.
The waiter was so frightened that he apologized again and again, and quickly squatted down, took out a handkerchief and prepared to wipe it for the other party. However, the ghost shrank his feet back and said with a smile: "Wait, lick me clean, or you will pay me a pair of shoes."
Qiao Wen's eyes fell on his leather shoes. Although he couldn't find out the brand, they were indeed very valuable. However, it was only a few drops of wine, and the ghost was clearly trying to embarrass this little waiter on purpose.
The waiter was so angry that he was trembling all over, and suddenly turned around and said, "You can't go too far!"
Gui Lao's Chinese friend smirked and said, "Do you know that Mr. Vincent's pair of shoes cost less? If you sell you, you won't be able to pay for it. Let you lick it clean to save face."
Some people obviously take pleasure in humiliating people.
The waiter was angry and scared. In this city, ordinary people can't offend a ghost, let alone a ghost with some status. But today he obviously couldn't do it by licking someone's shoes, so he turned around and left.
However, as soon as he took a step, he was tripped by the long legs stretched out by the ghost. Because he was unprepared, he fell face-down to the ground. Fortunately, there was a carpet, so he was not injured.
He was about to climb up the stairs when the foreigner kicked his ass again, and then the four people at the table laughed loudly.
Qiao Wen really couldn't get down, and just as he was helping the waiter, a figure who was faster than him had already rushed out from beside him.
Chen Jianan didn't help the waiter, but punched the grinning face of the ghost fiercely, knocking him down on the sofa, nosebleeds gushing out.
He spat harshly, and said with a big tongue: "Who the hell do you call Zhi\that boy?"
There were screams everywhere in the bar.
The Chinese in the booth yelled, "I've been beaten! Call the police!"
Relying on his drunkenness, Chen Jianan didn't care where he was. After beating up the ghosts, he beat up the remaining three. Seeing what happened today, Qiao Wen hurriedly asked his brothers to fight, but when a few horse boys who were also drunk stopped him, the faces of the four people on the opposite side were all blooming.
At the same time, two foreign police officers rushed into the room, saw the situation, and fired a shot at the ceiling.
The most arrogant Chinese youth just now saw this and hurriedly said: "My uncle is Inspector Hung, quickly arrest the guy who hit people, and I will let him go to jail to the end."
Although Chen Jianan was not completely drunk, he was not lightly drunk, and his body was not out of control. In fact, even if he is still awake, it is impossible to resist the arrest of the police, because they are not in the Kowloon Walled City, which is outside the law.
The group of people was taken to the police station in the same way. After making a simple statement, Qiao Wen and a few boys were released, and Chen Jianan, who beat the man, was already locked up in the police station, waiting for follow-up processing.
In the police station, he learned how those four people were treated preferentially, and then he realized that the two ghosts really had a lot of status, and the man who claimed that his uncle was Inspector Hong was Peter Wang, and he was indeed Chief Inspector Hong Mingzhang of Jiulonghua. my nephew.
Walking out of the police station, Peter Wang, with cotton stuffed in his nostrils, spat at Qiao Wen who was waiting on the side of the road before getting into his car, and said, "I won't let your friend lock me up for a year or so. Do not trust the king."
The ponies spat at the rear of the car together, and asked nervously, "Ah Wen, what should we do?"
Qiao Wen rubbed his forehead in a bit of pain, sighed and said, "It's better to let Brother Nan have a long memory, and let him know that the outside is not the Kowloon Walled City, and you can't just punch with just one punch." place."
In this prosperous and well-organized colonial metropolis, nothing can be solved with fists, because there are laws. Of course, in this era, besides the law, the most important thing is power and wealth.