"Burp~" The last middle-aged man drank the half-bottle of slightly cloudy liquid in his hand in one gulp, and then let out a loud burp, instantly filling most of the open space with a pungent smell of alcohol!
The pungent smell made the little child just two steps away cry, unable to tolerate it. The child's father immediately picked up the child and walked away, standing next to Han Chongshan. He said to the drunken middle-aged man, "Alcohol diluted with water, you've been drinking this for three years and you're still alive? You're lucky!"
"What alcohol diluted with water? This is what I brewed myself using the little grain the Free China Relief Association gave me." The drunkard carefully put away the glass bottle; it seemed that in Hanging Neck Ridge, containers like wine bottles were very precious. "Anyway, I'm different from you. You escaped to Hong Kong and were able to bring your wives and children with you. I'm all alone. I'll do whatever Brother Shan tells me to do."
"The Huangpu 14th Term Infantry Science Cadet Battalion, in the whole of Hong Kong, there are only five of us left. Back then, there were 700 trainees..." Han Chongshan looked at his four unsatisfactory comrades in front of him and said with some regret.
Upon hearing the words "Whampoa," the four men in front of him lowered their heads. The middle-aged man holding the child scoffed, "So what? We're different from that Tan guy. Although we're all from Whampoa, he's the direct descendant, while we're just stepchildren. We've served the Party-State loyally for ten years; that's enough to have done right by the Principal."
"Whether it's the principal or the Party-State, let's not mention it today. Our lives are our own, and we will walk our own path." Han Chongshan picked up two large travel bags from the side, unzipped them, and threw them in front of the four people, speaking as he did so.
The four men looked over and saw all sorts of firearms and gleaming yellow bullets! Just by looking at the blued-brown guns, the veterans immediately recognized that these were all meticulously maintained new weapons!
The drunkard reacted the fastest, darting to the travel bag like a hunting dog. With practiced ease, he grabbed an M3 Submachine Gun, accurately scooped up the magazine from inside the bag with his other hand, and snapped it into the submachine gun. He then held the submachine gun, ready to fire!
"United States- made, the rifling is still new."
The other three also came over, inspecting the equipment in the bag. They exchanged glances, then looked at Han Chongshan. Having lived in Hanging Neck Ridge for so long, they had seen firearms before, but never such brand-new and incredibly powerful weaponry.
A loud rumble followed, and raindrops fell on the faces of several people, cold and heavy.
Chapter 503 Either follow the rules or die
Lou Fengyun took a slim cigarette from the Life Buoy cigarette case on the table, lit it with practiced ease, and then coughed twice from the fumes. Shuyan behind her quickly patted Lou Fengyun's back, while Shi Yin handed Lou Fengyun a cup of tea at the perfect temperature.
Although these twins, like Fu Xinniang, had absolutely no connection with Song Tianyao —not only had they never shared a bed with him, but they had never even touched each other—it didn't diminish the unique status the twins, Shuyan Shi Yin, held within Song Tianyao's circle of acquaintances. After Lou Fengyun took over the work at the Hong Kong Police Club, these two twins, who were always by her side, were essentially seen as Song Tianyao's playthings in the eyes of others. Even the foreign Police Force Foreign Devil usually dealt with Lou Fengyun had to put on a stern face and try their best to say thank you in a gentlemanly tone when the two girls, dressed in trendy Lane Crawford Department Store dresses and carrying a cup of expensive London black tea, approached. They would also add, "Mr. Song's lovers... are very beautiful."
If the twins, whom Song Tianyao had never even touched, were like this, then Lou Fengyun, who had two twin maids and assistants, was even more so. Although Song Tianyao still drove the Ford 49 given to him by Chu Xiaoxin, he provided Lou Fengyun with a Chrysler luxury sedan. Now, Lou Fengyun was the head of the Hairpiece Industry Association and the owner of the Police Club. Her status had changed, and with the influence of wealth, Lou Fengyun's aura was even stronger than that of Meng Wanqing, who had a cold and aloof temperament, and Qi Weiwen, who was pure and calm. Sitting in the main seat of the conference room in the luxury suite of the Kowloon Peninsula Hotel, she glanced at the conference table and made several so-called underworld Big Brother who were usually arrogant in public lower their heads.
" In Hong Kong Island, Kowloon, and the New Territories, there are over twenty gambling dens with enough capital to cover the losses. The casinos do business with me, and you've all made money. I've even paid the fees for you. Originally, we were all getting along well and making a fortune together, but some people just happen to think I'm an easy woman to bully." Lou Fengyun withdrew her gaze, leaned back slightly in her chair, crossed her legs, and revealed a glimpse of white skin at the hem of her cheongsam. The twenty-odd underworld figures present all behaved themselves properly, and no one dared to glance at her.
As the others exchanged bewildered glances, Yulan Ming market in the New Territories Wo Tak Lee, broke the silence first. With a fierce expression, he forced a bright smile at Lou Fengyun, "Sister Yun, you lead everyone to make a fortune through fishing. Anyone who dares to speak ill of you behind your back, I, Ming, will be the first to punish them! Calm down, Sister Yun. I came all the way from the countryside this time, and I specially brought a few soft-shelled turtles that I personally caught at the pier, to offer as a tribute to Sister Yun and Mr. Song, to help them recover."
Wo Tak Lee was a low-level triad. After the war, it had nowhere to go in the city and could only hide in the countryside of the New Territories to make a living. Although they were called gangsters, they were nothing more than a few village thugs who ran rampant in the countryside. They were not respectable. Later, when Lou Fengyun started operating the Police Club, she followed Song Tianyao's instructions to try to consolidate the triads in Hong Kong. Finally, a few older triad members who had not yet died remembered that such a triad existed. With some fabricated connections, they sent someone to contact Yulan Ming in the countryside of the New Territories. The previous leader of Wo Tak Lee had long since disappeared. Yulan Ming- ming used to run a fish market at the dock with a dozen or so men. He made a living by scrambling to catch fresh fish for a few fish stalls. When he heard about a lucrative opportunity, he abandoned all pretense of dignity and gave himself the title of "boss." With his group of country bumpkins, he was considered a local boss. Although he had the least money, he gambled the most ruthlessly. When he heard about the lucrative opportunity Lou Fengyun mentioned, he scraped together money from all sides, even borrowing from loan sharks as capital. Now, he wears a snakeskin gold chain around his neck, a gold watch on his wrist, and three huge jade rings on his ten fingers. There's a car parked downstairs, and his henchmen have grown from a dozen to nearly a hundred. Both of his mistresses have rented apartments in the city. He's no longer the fish stall boy with a rusty face and a fishy smell.