Qi Weiwen handed a paper bag to Huang Liu: "Weren't you checking on Uncle A-Yao's whereabouts? Six days ago, he gave me this paper bag, saying it was for Song Advisor's retirement."
Huang Liu opened the paper bag and took out a stack of documents, more than a dozen land deeds.
Did he say where he was going?
Gao Lao Cheng nearby, said, "Those land deeds all belonged to some Big Brother in the Shui Fong a type of illegal housing estate). I heard there were more than a dozen women from the Shui Fong, but they've been sold to South Asia and their whereabouts are unknown."
Chapter 442 Young Gu Tiancheng
"Brother Shing! Brother Shing!"
Gu Tiancheng was practicing calligraphy at his old, worn-out desk when a series of footsteps sounded outside the Kuixing Pavilion. Then, a somewhat hurried voice shouted before even entering the room.
Gu Tiancheng put down his brush, glanced at the half-finished Song Dynasty Lyrics "One Cut Plum" on the paper, and seemed somewhat dissatisfied. Just as he put down the brush, the person shouting outside pushed open the creaking wooden door and rushed in. It was a young man of about seventeen or eighteen, wearing a t-shirt and trousers, seemingly exhausted from running. He leaned against the doorframe, panting several times, and waved his arm towards the door behind him:
"Officer... officer... prepare the fake documents! Uncle Xiang wants you to get ready."
"You're running so fast, I thought you came to deliver a bad news report, saying the Governor of Hong Kong is dead." Gu Tiancheng chuckled and scolded the young man who entered, then picked up the teapot beside him and poured more than half a bowl of tea into his teacup. "Drink some cold tea. You said it yourself that you're acting on behalf of the police, so it's just Uncle Xiang cooperating with the cops. No need to rush."
The young man, catching his breath, walked over, picked up the teacup, and downed most of the cold tea in one gulp. He wiped his mouth with a satisfied smile and said, "Big Brother, you've been off work for six whole days. What's going on? Tonight you're going to cross the harbor again to negotiate with those bastards in Shek Tong Tsui. If you don't tell the guys at the stall beforehand and have a few drinks, how are they going to support you? Uncle Xiang said some cops are bringing a fake office to see you today, so I rushed over to see you. After you settle the accounts, you'll have a chance to call the guys at the stall out for a meal."
As he spoke, the young man prepared to sit down opposite Gu Tiancheng's desk, but before he could even sit down, he noticed the thick stack of Chinese and English newspapers on the wicker chair and asked Gu Tiancheng curiously:
"Didn't you say last time that Grandpa Gu went to help out at Aunt Zhu's place for a few days? What? He's back? Otherwise, why would there be so many English newspapers?"
Gu Tiancheng gently patted his chest. "Of course I bought it to see if there's any way to make money."
"No way, Brother Shing?" The young man glared at Gu Tiancheng: "Even if you're the Silver Head at Xiangshun Mahjong School, and you can write a few words and keep accounts, Uncle Xiang did praise you, saying that if you were to go out and make money, you would definitely be a bright and capable White Paper Fan. But do you have to bring out a bunch of English newspapers that you absolutely can't understand to scare people? I know more English letters than you. I know seven, and you only remember four."
"Can't I refuse to give up and work hard? Have you rested enough? If you have, then let's go. Why are you talking so much? Do you want to go to the radio station and learn to tell stories?" Gu Tiancheng said, standing up from the rattan chair. Without tidying up his desk, he led the young man out of the Kuixing Pavilion. After they went out, Gu Tiancheng locked the wooden door from the outside and walked with the young man toward Xiangshun Mahjong School.
Gu Tiancheng is twenty years old this year. He is quick-witted, has good eyesight, and is literate and good at arithmetic. At only eighteen years old, he is already the Silver Head of the gambling den at Kowloon Walled City Xiangshun Mahjong School in Kowloon Walled City. According to the rules of gambling dens in the underworld, there are thirteen levels of hierarchy, and the Silver Head is ranked fifth, making him a mid-to-high-level figure in the gambling den.
The young man who ran up to Gu Tiancheng to deliver the message was named Li Angju, his childhood friend from Kowloon Walled City.
However, like Li Angju Gu Tiancheng grew up in a place like Kowloon Walled City. He didn't become a thoroughbred, but he was definitely a troublemaker. He didn't have a strict grandfather like Gu Tiancheng, who had a high status in the underworld. His parents were busy making a living He Yong Yi neglected his upbringing. So by the age of fifteen, he was already a member of the underworld gang, following his Big Brother into battle. His nickname was Kaishan Ju. Now, three years into his apprenticeship, he was eager to climb the ranks and secure a position.
The two walked out of their residence and wandered through the Kowloon Walled City's various illegally constructed stone houses, wooden houses, tin houses and other buildings, filled with a foul stench. They entered a three-story wooden building, which was the back gate of Xiangshun Mahjong School.
Although mahjong parlors in Hong Kong are often referred to as mahjong schools, they are not specifically for training new talents in the mahjong world. Instead, they provide a venue for skilled gamblers to hone their skills and refine their techniques, while incidentally allowing casinos to profit.
The two young men who were keeping watch at the back gate of the mahjong school saw Gu Tiancheng and Li Angju appear and greeted them with smiles, "Hey, Brother Shing, really? No work on weekends? What's wrong with you? I was thinking of buying a fruit basket to visit you."
"Shut up, Choukou Zhu. You think you can come looking for me? I'm afraid I won't even live to see that day. You're a notoriously stingy bastard." Gu Tiancheng took the cigarette that the Choukou Zhu had just lit and put it in his own mouth, then looked at the other young man. "A-Mao, what's the situation inside? Don't cops never check accounts when they raid fake files? Besides, I'm not the only one in Silver Head."
"We two, who are pretending to Observatories, will know. Brother Shing, you should go in and ask Uncle Xiang," A-Mao said politely to Gu Tiancheng.
In the casino, which has thirteen levels, Gu Tiancheng is the Silver Head of the accounts on the fifth level, while the two young men are the Observatories on the eleventh level, responsible for keeping watch and providing ventilation. Their status and income in the casino are vastly different, so even though the two young men are two years older than Gu Tiancheng, they both address Gu Tiancheng as "Brother Shing."
Gu Tiancheng didn't ask any more questions, and walked into the casino with a cigarette in his mouth. Li Angju followed behind Gu Tiancheng and patted the two lookouts on the shoulder. "After we finish work tonight at midnight, Fung Yu Restaurant. Brother Shing is treating. Remember to change shifts early and bring your gear."
The casino's first floor was filled with mahjong tables, but the space of just over 100 square meters had more than 40 tables, making it very crowded. Moreover, because so many customers were smoking, the place was filled with smoke, mixed with excited shouts of "Hu!", angry curses of "Hu!", and even spitting and scratching feet. All sorts of noises rushed in, making Gu Tiancheng hurry up the stairs to the second floor.