Early morning, on the streets of Causeway Bay.
A young man in a cheap suit hurried toward the stop, checking his watch from time to time.
Passing a newsstand, he called out:
"Uncle Fu, a copy of Sing Tao Daily."
"Want Tin Tin Daily and Oriental Daily?" Uncle Fu asked irritably.
Recently, he had barely been ordering any copies of Oriental Daily, but then they had suddenly been forced on him again, and he had to sell every last one.
As for Sing Tao Daily... he could only sell it once the other two papers were sold out, of course.
Only for a few old neighbors would he slip over a copy of Sing Tao Daily.
"I thought you weren't selling the Pink Paper anymore?" The young man was a little surprised.
"I heard Oriental Daily has a new owner..." Uncle Fu said quietly.
"Who? Who has that much clout?"
"Mr. Gu."
At that, the young man and several people nearby immediately understood.
Everyone knew that most businesspeople in Causeway Bay depended on Mr. Gu's goodwill for their livelihoods.
"Mr. Gu..." Quite a few people felt envious when they mentioned that name. They were all human, so how could the gap be so vast?
Before, they could still say, "Those gangsters have one foot in the grave and one in prison. They'll come to a bad end." But look at him-after rising like lightning, he had taken all of Hongxing legitimate with him.
They still collected protection money, but had renamed it security fees.
Besides that, even fighting and killing had become rare sights. In the past, gangsters had roamed Causeway Bay every night, and people had seen them slashing others every few days.
Now, even petty theft was rare throughout Causeway Bay. The cops were almost out of things