"Good morning viewers, welcome to the morning broadcast. In the early hours of this morning, a fall occurred in Kowloon Tong, according to the latest news released by the police, the faller is a 40-year-old male, has been initially ruled out homicide, the cause of the fall is suspected to be due to the failure of stock speculation. Since the Hang Seng Index plummeted in early March, this has been nearly January, the third failure to speculate in the stock market suicide. And according to various predictions, this wave of stock market crash, will continue to continue ......"
In the windowed apartment, a young anchorwoman on a black and white TV is broadcasting the morning news.
Since the beginning of March, the stock market has been plummeting for three consecutive months. In just a few months, originally in the stock market dreaming of getting rich stockholders, not yet had time to enjoy the joy of overnight wealth, many people have lost their homes in the blink of an eye penniless.
The summer in Hong Kong City is long and hot, and by the end of June, it was already in the thick of summer, and even the air in the morning was hot. Luckily for Qiao Wen, he lives in a well-ventilated high-rise apartment, and with the breeze passing through the spacious windows and the ceiling fan whirring above his head, the original heat was transformed into something refreshing and pleasant.
Qiao Wen watched and heard, turned off the TV, took out a bottle of ice coke from the refrigerator, opened and poured a mouthful, and then a penetrating coldness leaped directly to the soles of his feet.
He walked out onto the balcony, grabbed a watering can and watered the lush hanging baskets and daffodils, then stretched his arms against the blue sky and began his calisthenics.
It's been almost six months since we moved into our new home, and our new life is unfolding in an organized manner, and everything is going well.
Dream real brand development is rapid, stores and counters opened more than a dozen, reputation in Hong Kong has been completely hit, Taiwan, Malaysia and South Korea has also been negotiated agent, these two months the export volume is also very substantial. In the era of no Internet, just one year less time, can be a local clothing brand to do so, has been called a miracle.
Lin Zihui is now also considered a reputable boss, every now and then on the newspaper to accept the interview, as for Qiao Wen, the manager, naturally, has also been on the newspaper several times, because of the young handsome, now in Hong Kong City is also considered to be a little famous young talent.
But wage earners and bosses are not the same in the end, although ten percent of the dividend is already very substantial, but Qiao Wen's goal is by no means only this.
After moving out from the Walled City, he opened a real estate company with Chen Canaan, named after the two of them, and for the time being, it was just the two of them, for the sake of conveniently hoarding land.
In the past few months, because of the onset of the stock market crash, some red-eyed stockholders, who were not willing to be trapped and did not believe that the stock market would keep on falling, and who still had the delusion of a Jedi turnaround, sold their land and properties to replenish their positions, and because most of them were eager to get rid of their properties at prices a little bit below the market price, they bought several nice plots of land.
As for afterward, what will happen to those who sell land and buildings and speculate on stocks in the end is no longer a matter of concern to Qiaowen; one has to be responsible for one's own behavior - including greed.
As for the money to buy the land, they naturally did not have it. But because of the three plots of land that they had previously bought from Guan Zhenbao, plus the new apartment for the two of them, after all these were mortgaged to the bank, they got a couple of good loans, and because Jiang Youfeng wanted to take the Hexing Society on the right path, he invested the money in their real estate company, which also contributed to the hoarding of plots of land for them.
The ten or so parcels of land now hoarded in his hands totaled only a million or so of what he had spent in the beginning.
After his workout, Qiaowen changed his clothes and went out to go downstairs. When he reached the entrance of the building, he pulled 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 money was pulled out of the stock market and into real estate, and the property market finally started to react in a big way.
This small apartment they have now, compared to last year has risen by a quarter, the price of the land is even more soaring, according to the latest market price, Guan Zhenbao that a few pieces of land have been doubled.
After browsing the property market, Qiaowen went to the news without slowing down.
Exiting the building, he glanced at his wristwatch, then crossed the street and walked across the street into the Good Neighbor Tea Restaurant, tapped his finger on the register, and smiled, "Pack ten cups of milk tea."
Granny Qiao, who was counting the accounts, looked up at the sound and asked with a smile, "Ah Wen, you're going to Ah Nan's place?"
Qiao Wen nodded, "Nan's martial arts school opens at ten, I have to go there right away and bring him and his little brothers a cup of milk tea on the way."
"OK, then I'll quickly have someone prepare, Uncle Chen Chen went over to help first thing in the morning, Aunt Chen and I have to watch the store, you help us get that hustle and bustle together."
"Uh-huh." Jovian nodded.
Ten minutes later, he got into the cab with two big bags of milk tea, not forgetting to wave to the granny in the store through the window.
When they first moved out of the Walled City, Granny and Uncle and Aunt Chen were afraid that they would not get used to being outside and did not know what kind of work they could do, so at first they ran around the Walled City and their new home, with Uncle and Aunt Chen continuing to work in the fishball factory and Granny still keeping her dry goods stall. However, people obviously get used to a good living environment much faster.
Less than two months, several elders want to find some work outside. Later, Qiao Wen and Chen Canaan together, money out of the disk of this not small and not small tea restaurant, even Chen Canaan dad from the fishing boat back, the family settled down to take care of the restaurant.
All are hard-working people, we all work together, coupled with Qiao Wen's publicity strategy, two months down the road, the good neighbor tea restaurant in the neighborhood has been quite a reputation.
Today is the day of the opening of the Anan martial arts center, Qiao Wen wanted to go early in the morning to help, Chen Canaan was afraid that he was tired, resolutely do not allow, their own five or six o'clock out the door.
Martial arts center is not far from home, taxi is only ten minutes, in order to save money, martial arts center is not on the street, in a building on the second floor. But the opening activities, naturally, is downstairs.
At this moment, Chen Canaan and a few of his juniors, wearing pairs of lapel martial arts training clothes, were handing out leaflets to the newcomers coming and going.
"Nan!" Qiao Wen, who had gotten down from the cab, called out with a distant wave of his free hand.
When Chen Canaan heard the call, he turned his head to look over and instantly revealed a big smile on his face as he quickly ran over and said excitedly, "Xiao Qiao, you're here!"
His forehead glistened with a bit of sweat, and he didn't know if it was from exhaustion or heat, but his face was radiant and handsome.
Qiaowen handed him the milk tea in his hand, "Tired from working so hard early in the morning? For you and your little brothers."
Chen Canaan was busy greeting, "Brothers, come over and drink milk tea."
These juniors are all the city fortress followed Chen Canaan mixed, originally are and Xing Society not formally entered the society, that is, under the four nine children hanging ?? cage, because not considered a formal member, come and go very freely, Chen Canaan left the city fortress, they also want to follow, before Chen Canaan no place to place, now opened the martial arts hall, so they all brought over.
A bunch of ponies drinking milk tea, and then came a few guests, the biggest row naturally is the current leader of the Wo Hing Society Jiang Yu Feng, he brought a few ponies and his own sister, but also sent two flower baskets.
Immediately after Lin Zihui Zhou Renjun Guan Zhenbao also came one after another to support the scene.
It had always been Chen Canaan's dream to open a martial arts school, not for the sake of making money, but to carry forward his uncle's master's style of boxing, so that there would be a successor to their Chen Clan's eight levels, especially after he realized that it was impossible for him to pass on his own family lineage, the desire to open a martial arts school to teach his students grew stronger and stronger.
Today's wish has been realized, and there are so many friends to support the scene, he is simply happy to see the teeth.
Once the auspicious time of ten o'clock arrived, the gongs and drums and firecrackers rang out, and he personally danced a difficult set of lions before leading the crowd upstairs to visit the martial arts center.
This mess went on until noon, when Qiaowen booked a restaurant for him to take people to dinner. He himself didn't go to the restaurant with them because he had an appointment with an agent.
By the time he finished talking to the agent about his work, it was twilight.
He took a cab to Anam's martial arts school and found that Howie was alone and was about to close up and go home.
"Where's Nan? Why are you alone." Qiao Wen asked.
"He took his brothers to the bar for a drink." Howie deflated and sulked, "Said I wasn't eighteen yet and wouldn't take me."
Jovian laughed, "He's right, wait until you're eighteen before you go to the bar."
Howie grunted, "What the hell! He's been to the tavern since he was sixteen or seventeen himself."
Jovian shook his head and lost his smile, then asked, "What bar does he go to?"
Howie said, "Just that Star World in Causeway Bay."
Qiao Wen nodded and thought about taking out a twenty dollar bill, handing it to this teenage boy who had been abandoned by his brother, "Alright, go buy yourself some good food, don't hang around outside by yourself, and go home early."
Howie knows that he Joe Man brother can now make money, not at all polite joyfully took the money, said, "You want to go to brother?"
Jovian nodded, "I'll keep an eye on him before he gets drunk and makes a scene."
Howie thought deeply, "Also, my brother's drinking is really annoying, he's pulled my hair out a couple times."
It was after eight o'clock when Jovian arrived at Star World, and the bar was already buzzing.
The bars in this era mainly target foreigners and white-collar natives, and Star World is quite upscale, so those who can come here to spend money are naturally not ordinary people.
Chen Canaan had also come to lavish himself in order to show his brothers from the slums the world.
Seven or eight guys were already sitting in a big booth drinking by the time Jovan found anyone.
"Nan!" Joe Man exclaimed over the loud music.
Chen Canaan looked up and grinned, under the disoriented light, his cheeks were clearly already flushed from the alcohol, he moved away to make a little bit of room for Qiao Wen, "Xiao Qiao you're here? Come over and sit."
Qiaowen walked over and sat down next to him, seeing several empty bottles of wine on the tabletop and sweeping a few ponies who were obviously already intoxicated, he frowned, "How much have you guys had to drink?"
Chen Canaan burped and picked up the wine glass, "No ...... not much, I can still drink."
Afraid that he wouldn't be able to handle the drunken guy when he got home later, Jovan pulled the glass away from his hand, "Okay, stop drinking, I'll order you a glass of milk."
He reached out to summon the waiter.
The waiter came over with a tray and nodded at him, "Just a moment!"
Then he walked across the room to the card table, placed the tray of bottles of wine on the table, and took out the corkscrew to open the wine, and poured it one glass at a time for the four guests at the card table.
Those four people were two Chinese and two gweilo, the gweilo could not see the identity, but the two Chinese young men, both wearing expensive shirts, wearing watches on their hands, looked to be a rich son of a rich family, and spoke fluent English.
Qiao text did not care, nearly twenty percent of the foreigners in Hong Kong, the remaining eighty percent and a lot of yellow skin and white heart of the two ghosts, especially the upper class, most of them live a Western-style life.
Only the waiter suddenly made a mistake when pouring the wine and spilled a little on the blonde gweilo's leather shoes next to him.
The blonde haired gweilo immediately cursed loudly in not-so-standard Chinese, "Little pussy! Do you have eyes?"
Jovian frowned.
The waiter was so scared that he apologized and hurriedly squatted down, taking out his handkerchief and preparing to wipe it for the other party. However, the gweilo flinched his foot back and laughed, "Wait, lick it clean for me, or else you'll pay for a pair of shoes."
Qiao Wen's gaze landed on his leather shoes, although he couldn't tell the brand, it did look like it was worth a lot of money. However, a few drops of wine was only a few drops of wine, and this gweilo was clearly purposely making things difficult for this tiny waiter.
The waiter was trembling with anger and got up with a huff, "Don't you go too far!"
The Chinese friend of the gweilo laughed evilly and said helpfully, "Do you know how much Mr. Vincent's shoes cost? I can't even afford to sell you, so I'm giving you face by letting you lick them clean."
These people clearly take pleasure in humiliating people.
The waiter was angry and afraid, in this city, the ordinary people could not afford to offend the gweilo, let alone this kind of gweilo who looked like he had some status. But he obviously couldn't do it by asking him to lick someone's shoes, so he turned around and left.
However, just as he took a step, he was lightly tripped by the ghost man's long legs, and because he was not prepared, he directly fell face down to the ground, but fortunately the carpet was laid, so he did not get hurt.
He was about to get up when the foreigner kicked him in the ass again, then a table of four let out a roar of laughter.
Qiao Wen really couldn't look at it, and was about to get up to help the waiter up, when a figure faster than him, had already scurried out from beside him.
Chen Canaan didn't go to help the waiter, but instead, he slammed his fist fiercely at the face of that gweilo's big smile, instantly smashing the person down on the sofa, his nose blood spurting out.
He spat hard and roughly and said with a big tongue, "Who the fuck are you calling a little pussy boy?"
The bar erupted in screams.
The Chinese in that booth yelled, "There's been a beating! Call the police!"
Chen Canaan, on the strength of his drunkenness, did not care where this was, and after beating up the ghost man, he went to beat up the remaining three. Qiao Wen saw that something was going to happen, and hurriedly called his brothers to pull the fight, but by the time a few of his equally drunken ponies pulled the people back, the faces of those four on the opposite side were all open.
Meanwhile, two foreign policemen rushed in, 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 Hong, quickly arrest this guy who is beating people up, I want him to sit in jail to the end."
Although Chen Canaan was not yet royally drunk, he was still drunk enough that his body was not quite under control. In fact, even if he was still sober, it was impossible for him to resist the police's arrest because they were not in the Kowloon Walled City, a place outside the law.
A group of people were brought to the police station in this way, and after making a simple statement, Qiao Wen and a few horsemen were let go, while Chen Canaan, who had beaten up the people, had already been locked up in the police station, waiting for the follow-up treatment.
In the police station, he saw how those four people were treated favourably, and realized that those two gweilo were indeed quite distinguished, and that the man who claimed that his uncle was Inspector Hung was called Peter Wong, and was indeed the real nephew of Chief Inspector Hung Ming-cheung of Kowloon Wah.
Walking out of the police station with his nostrils stuffed with cotton, Peter Wang spat fiercely at Qiao Wen, who was waiting by the side of the road, before getting into his own car and said, "I won't believe Wang until I get your friend locked up for a year and a half."
A few ponies spit at the back of that car in unison, and nervously asked, "Man, what should we do?"
Qiao Wen rubbed his forehead with a bit of a headache and sighed, "It's good to let Nan learn a long lesson this time, so that he knows that the outside is not the Nine Dragons Walled City, it's not a place where you can move your fists just by talking about them."
In this prosperous and hierarchical colonial metropolis, fists can't solve everything because there are still laws. Of course, in this day and age, apart from the law, what matters most is power and wealth.