Rebirth of the great hero of Hong Kong

Long Wu was a little surprised to hear that Lin Huaile was the owner of his work shop.

It never occurred to him that a tycoon living in Taiping Mountain would also run a small bird house, which is impossible in Hanoi.

Eat the king's salary, and worry about the king's worries.

Long Wu still understood this point, and his salary was much higher than others, so he thought Situ Haonan was taking care of him, thinking of repaying him in the future, but he didn't expect the rightful owner to be here.

"I can do things for you, but I need money."

"You still need to help me find a few identities. Some of my comrades want to start again in Xiangjiang."

Long Wu's Cantonese was blunt, and Lin Huaile could barely understand it, but it was good to agree, and now he lacked a sharp blade in his hand, a sharp blade that could cut everything down.

Gui Ma walked out quickly, came to Situ Haonan's side, and muttered a few words in a low voice.

Situ Haonan's expression changed drastically, and he immediately walked to Lin Huaile's side, and whispered, "Boss, Miss Xiaolan's secretary called just now, saying that there are wreaths piled up in front of the headquarters."

"There is an elegiac couplet on it, and the reporters are taking photos."

"Should I notify Manager Lin Guosheng and ask him to help with it? By the way, send some people to protect Miss Xiaolan?"

This is Wanzhanghong's counterattack?
It's really an old world, and it's really steady and ruthless.

Although this trick is cheap, it is very effective. Fengrun Insurance is a listed company, and any disturbance will affect the stock price, not to mention such negative news.

"Xiaolan is a figure on the bright side, no one dares to touch her, tomorrow I will ask Guilao's security company to provide her with special bodyguards."

"How's that side of the Gulf Bank?"

After Lin Huaile took over Haiwan Foreign Firm, he moved to the center of Haiwan to work, and rarely showed up at Fengrun Insurance.

"I haven't received the news yet. After all, it is a foreign company. Even if Wanzhanghong has the guts of the ambitious leopard, he dare not go to the foreign company to make trouble."

Situ Haonan thought for a while and expressed his thoughts.

"Mr. Long, when will you be able to start work?"

Hearing his boss's question, Long Wu immediately replied: "It's fine today, just call me A Wu, that's how Uncle Situ calls me, do you need me to clean up a few secret whistles?"

"No need, I'll give you one night to prepare manpower. After the work is done, you will have rice, housing, and identity."

"If you need anything, ask Haonan, he will satisfy you with everything."

Lin Huaile shook his head, the ready-made alibi would definitely solve them, and he is not a fool.

The wind was getting stronger and stronger, and the dark clouds were gathering more and more. The typhoon that had been waiting for a long time finally arrived.

Temple Street, one of the most famous scenic spots in Xiangjiang, has been featured in Michelin Travel Magazine and is called the top ten commercial streets that must be visited by travel experts.

However, in the mouths of the salty and wet people in Xiangjiang, it has another name, Man Xiongfeng Street.

It got this nickname because Temple Street is very close to Bolan Street. It relies on mountains to eat mountains, and water to eat water. Therefore, the most sold in the stalls in Temple Street are imported medicines, and they are male medicines.

One golden spear never falls, two never tire, and three live forever.

Of course, street stalls sell half-truths and half-fakes, and it takes a pair of discerning eyes to find the real thing.

Before going to Bolan Street, many salty and wet people will turn around and come to Temple Street first, buy some medicine to eat, and then go to Bolan Street to find Ma Lanmei to show off their glory.

In addition to being a holy place for men, it is also the kingdom of nightclubs. The Commercial Department once released statistics, saying that the number of nightclubs in Temple Street far exceeds that of Yau Tsim Mong, ranking first in Hong Kong.

But Yau Tsim Mong has such top-notch night shows as Du Lao Zhi, Shanghai City, and the Grand Palace. Even in Asia, these are top-notch venues.

But Temple Street takes a different path from Yau Tsim Mong. It is the kingdom of cheap nightclubs. If you want to have fun in Dulaozhi and Shanghai City, you can’t spend tens of thousands of dollars at all.

But Temple Street is different. It is the kingdom of cheap nightclubs.

In order to serve the citizens, Temple Street spawned a lot of cheap nightclubs, and you can enter the venue for a few dozen dollars. .

It is said that it is the kingdom of civilian night markets, which means that in addition to the entertainment city, various cheap goods stalls and food stalls also occupy most of the streets of Temple Street.

Only you can't think of it, there is nothing it doesn't have, almost all snacks in Xiangjiang can be found here, meeting the needs of all civilians.

Even in winter, without waiting for nightfall, the stall owners and food stall owners of various street stalls open their stalls early and wait for customers to come to their door.

And the teachers who had finished their work and the wet men who were going to Borland Street to seek pleasure also walked into Temple Street involuntarily, looking for what they needed, and stopped in front of the stalls selling clothing or imported medicine.

Standing in front of the stall, Long Wu watched as the stall owner was orderly putting fish eggs into small disposable plastic bowls.

He likes to eat fish balls, hot and sour, very similar to Hanoi snacks.

This is also his way of thinking about his hometown thousands of miles away. He is a foreigner who carries his hometown on his back and wanders around.

Sometimes when his children are talking and joking in Cantonese, he wants to seriously educate them not to forget their mother tongue. Forgetting their mother tongue means forgetting everything about themselves.

But thinking about it all in his heart, he could only turn around and leave, feeling sad alone.

After all, the tigress in the family wants her children to learn Cantonese well, so that she can better integrate into her classmates.

Vietnam is not a good word in Xiangjiang.

"Brother Wu."

Just when Long Wu was thinking wildly, a man appeared behind him without anyone noticing. This man had a cropped head, a deep scar on his chin, and a one-piece blue denim overalls.

This denim overalls were covered in oil stains, and he was wearing a pair of cloth shoes whose original color could no longer be seen.

Long Wu took a bite of the fish ball, without turning his head, he said softly, "Ali, you are one minute behind the agreed time."

"Is the depot busy today?"

"Still went to the hospital to see asparagus?".

Ali scratched his head, with an embarrassing expression on his face, and replied in a low voice: "Two new cars arrived today, and I just finished my work. I won't do it next time."

Ali came to Xiangjiang two years earlier than Longwu. Because he can repair cars, he quickly found a job and took the whole family over.

Long Wu didn't want to look for him at first, after all, his old friends had lived a peaceful life, so he couldn't be dragged into the water.

But his wife is sick and needs money to help, so he is counted as one.

Long Wu didn't say much, Ali took out his cigarette and smoked silently, waiting for the boss to finish eating.

"how much is it?"

After eating in one sitting, Long Wu panted comfortably, took out his wallet, and prepared to pay.

"Chenghui, eight yuan, the boss will come again next time."

The shopkeeper said polite words and took the money from Long Wu.

Long Wu nodded, also took out the cigarette in his pocket, lit it with the fire, and then walked forward without looking back. Ali did not hesitate, and disappeared into the crowd one after the other.

When a man kills, he kills without mercy.The immortal karma of Qianqiu is all in murder.