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Yau Tsim Mong District, Mong Kok.

Wu Xiaozu sat in the taxi, the cigarette in his hand burned out, and the cigarette ash hung neatly on it. Roll down the window, and when the wind comes, the soot scatters and the ashes disappear.

Lo Kee Tea Restaurant.

A middle-aged man wearing black-rimmed glasses walked into the tea restaurant, and as soon as he entered, he looked around, only to find that the hall was empty, and there were no guests.

The middle-aged man was stunned, and his eyes were fixed on the short boss in front of the cash register who was calculating the accounts, "Rub me?"

The restaurant owner didn't raise his eyelids, pointed to the side, and continued to bow his head to settle the account.

Sven's middle-aged man looked over and saw a man with a dark yellow face sitting at a round dining table in the middle, holding a glass in both hands, with a few tea leaves floating in it, taking small sips, looking ordinary, indifferent, and dressed very casually.

"He's a side?"

The restaurant owner still didn't respond, and the middle-aged man glanced at the boss and walked over helplessly towards the man with a dark yellow face.

"You're picking me?"

"Sit—"

The man pointed to the chair beside him and stared at him calmly, "Wang Yucai?"

"I am, what do you say when you bring me out?" Wang Yucai sat opposite the young man, his eyes were different, "Which one are you, why did you ask me out?" he said, took out a roll of Hong Kong dollars and threw it on the table, rolling his eyes.

"Drinking tea?" The man with a dark yellow face casually turned over an empty cup, lifted the teapot to pour tea, and pushed it in front of Wang Yucai, "Scared people, is it good to drink?" This sentence is in Chinese. The scaring incense is Biluochun.

Wang Yucai didn't squeak, picked up the teacup and took a sip. Putting away the money on the table, he took another sip and looked up at the other party, "Which one are you?" is also in Chinese. And the tone is the same as the accent of the man with a dark yellow face, and it turns out to be a fellow countryman.

The young man smiled, nodded, and then spoke, "In 1982, the Crazy Demon Forest on a rainy night committed a crime wildly, which had a bad social impact and caused panic in the whole society. The taxi industry was at a low ebb, and it took a long time for the Hong Kong taxi industry to recover after the latest taxi regulation bill was introduced. Now the theater is showing "The Butcher on a Rainy Night", which is about the case of the Rainy Night Maniac. You say, after the audience watches the play, will they repeat the mistakes of the past?"

"The taxi industry is about thousands of households, as a union representative, do you want to speak out?"

The young man picked up a brown paper bag and threw it to Wang Yucai.

"I know that you are being chased by loan sharks, and someone has helped you solve the loan sharks. There's something here that you can take and look at, and you want to see if you want to come out. ”

Wang Yucai sat on the chair with a pale face, and the tea in front of him was already cold.

On top of the brown paper bag are several pages of information. There is a debt for his gambling, as well as evidence of collecting money behind the back of the company's boss.

Next to it, two photos stand out. A family photo, the old man is holding a child, and he is standing behind him with a woman in a regular manner. One is him hugging another woman and child.

The dark yellow man looked at him and said indifferently, "Biluochun, are you used to drinking?" After speaking, without waiting for the other party's answer, he got up and left.

"Smack, smack......"

Wang Yucai took out a lighter, and he couldn't play it even when he lit a cigarette continuously, and his whole body trembled and felt uneasy.

The owner of the restaurant walked over, picked up the lighter on the table, helped him light a cigarette, and said softly, "Kowloon Walled City." It kind of answered his previous question.

Seeing Wang Yucai's depressed appearance, the restaurant owner patted the other party's shoulder, removed the glass, and returned to the kitchen, leaving only one sentence for him: "Flowers are rich or the family is rich?" I don't know, you choose for yourself. ”

The trade union representative's hand shaking with a cigarette and blowing the air conditioner, but the sweat couldn't stop flowing down. He kept wiping his sweat, and he was still sweating profusely.

The red taxi quietly stopped in a dark alley not far from Mong Kok's most prosperous intersection.

Wu Xiaozu sat in the back seat of the taxi, closed his eyes and recuperated, and his fingers subconsciously tapped on his legs.

"Go to Causeway Bay Correctional Institution and give Kuan Bo a pound of Biluo Chun. Just say that he will be released from prison, and I will make a birthday for him. ”

……

The dog meat hot pot was boiling hot, and two men sat at each other at the low wooden table. It was daylight, but the inside of the walled city was very dark. A dim lamp hung from the ceiling, crumbling.

"Kuanbo is my father, and I've done it. ”

The man with a pale yellow face put away the envelope on the table, put it in his lined pocket, picked up the chopsticks and picked up the meat, and ignored Wu Xiaozu opposite.

"Thank you. ”

Wu Xiaozu drained the wine glass and got up to leave.

Not far away, Fei Cheng, who was leaning on the alley and smoking a cigarette, saw Wu Xiaozu come out, threw away the cigarette butt, and greeted him.

Ah Yao said that his old watch would charge 5,000 yuan. ”

"Send him 10,000 yuan. Wu Xiaozu glanced at Fei Cheng, saw his hesitant face, and patted him on the shoulder with a smile, "There is a gift to gain." There will always be money to make money. I didn't have any money to get Jiang Shengzhi. ”

Fei Cheng looked at the big guy in surprise, he couldn't imagine that the big guy was so bold.

"Jiang Sheng said that he finished his work from Central and waited for you in Lixiao Palace. "This is the address and phone number of the editor-in-chief of the newspaper you sent to you." ”

Wu Xiaozu said he understood, took the note, looked at it, tore it up casually, and skimmed it out of the window.

In the crowd, a red rooster sailed towards Central.

……

Kowloon Tong, Hong Kong Island, a small villa.

Outside the door hangs a sign that reads "Film Studio".

Xu Yi is very strange, strange that he has installed the production company in this small villa in Kowloon Tong.

In a small fish pond in the backyard, two men are lying on a deck chair smoking cigars, and there are two fishing rods next to them, but there is not a single fish in the bucket.

"Don't you a big director care about the box office? Do you know that Boss Zou and Mr. Pan are in a new drama to stop you. Princess Jin came out of a new art city, and Golden Harvest finally broke up a few of you, and she didn't want to see another new art city appear. "The True Color of Heroes" made them suffer a loss, and "Sword and Horse" will not go smoothly......"

Xu Yan had his hair tied up wantonly on the back of his head, and there was stubble on his lips and chin, and he was completely rebellious and rebellious. Wearing pajamas, legs comfortably on a chair, squinting, enjoying the warm afternoon sun.

Taking a puff of his cigar, the smoke covered his face, so that his old friend Wu Siyuan, who was wearing gold wire glasses on the side, couldn't see his expression clearly.

"Filming is like fishing, and those who wish to take the bait. "If you are vague, if you look at it again, I don't know if you are asleep.

"Leave him alone. In fact, he cares more than anyone else. Two days ago, I asked Qingxia and the three of them to take a miniature camera to record the audience's reaction. Shi Nansheng, who was dressed in a gray OL skirt, tall and sleek with short hair, walked over with two cups of coffee, "Wu Sheng, drink coffee." ”

Wu Siyuan smiled slightly, not continuing the topic. turned his head and talked about the possibility of costume dramas.

With the popularity of Hong Kong Island films in the foreign market, Hong Kong Island filmmakers have also seen various possibilities. Two years ago, Golden Harvest Investment, directed by Xu Yu, the 30 million production of "New Shu Mountain Swordsman", only recovered 20 million box office, and lost to Zou Wenhuai scolding his mother. This kind of monster film has suddenly become a taboo for filmmakers on Hong Kong Island.

But as the Hong Kong Island market is getting hotter and hotter, Wu Siyuan sees the possibility of shooting monster films. For this reason, he found Xu Yu. There will be no shortage of companies on Hong Kong Island that have the ability to open a 10-million-level movie, but if they have the courage to spend 10 million to make a monster movie, then there are only Xu Yu and Xinyicheng.

If "Sword and Horse" is a box office hit, then the film studio will become a first-line production company on Hong Kong Island. An investment of more than 10 million is not a problem.

……

A clock hotel in Central.

Wu Xiaozu sat on the sofa, his fingers lightly tapped on the table, and his eyes calmly stared at the disheveled and skinny man in front of him.

The man's tears and snot all flowed out, lying on the ground and licking ~ a pile of powder on the ground, like a mad dog.

"Hit the street, drive you out to do things, you hook women and beer powder. Fei Cheng scolded viciously, "Pu your aunt, I want you to help you deal with the aftermath." ”

In the bathroom, a half-*** person was moaning ~ moaning ~ twitching in confusion with his eyes hazy and confused, foaming at the mouth, and Luo Dong carried a sprinkler to pour cold water on his body.

The woman was obviously too strong and couldn't bear it, and she really didn't know how much powder she had just eaten. If it weren't for Wu Xiaozu and his entourage coming in time, this woman would definitely be lying down.

That's really hilarious.

"You don't understand what I'm talking about now. Wu Xiaozu's fingers on the table stopped, shook his head helplessly, and hooked his fingers at Su Liyao and the others, "It's time to start." After speaking, he walked out of the room without looking back.

Su Liyao carried a miniature video recorder to shoot at the man and woman, and Fei Cheng also raised his camera to shoot. From time to time, he also picked up the woman's long hair and took a few close-ups.

"Where is Jiang Sheng holding the paparazzi? Pick! This kind of person is so troublesome!" Fei Cheng said as he slapped the man in the face one by one, "It's most annoying to these Taoist friends, come out and mix up a little bottom line." It's really urgent, and I don't even blink an eye when I sell old beans and sell my mother. ”

Lowering his head, seeing that the man had regained a little consciousness, Fatty Cheng grabbed him by the collar and dragged it in front of him, smiled with a fat face, and slapped it lightly twice to make him sober, "This article must be published in the newspaper tomorrow." If the article doesn't go to the newspaper, then you see it. Do you understand?"

The man nodded desperately, and the broken spectacle fell to the ground, and he didn't dare to pick it up.

"That's good. Fei Cheng slapped him in the face appreciatively, and as soon as he let go, the man slipped and fell to the ground directly, like a dead dog.

"Cultural people, it's not worthy to be a dignified person who fights the street and is an old boy. As he spoke, he spat disdainfully.

"Call it a day!"

Su Liyao beckoned, and when he saw Luo Dong sorting out his clothes in the mirror, he couldn't help but tease, "Dong... Dongge, now ...... I want to be with Shao Da tonight...... Big sister on a date, dressed up so beautifully?"

Luo Dong coolly gestured in the shape of a pistol, fired two shots at Su Liyao, and walked out of the door in style.

"Do you want to be cool like this?" Fatty shook his curly hair exaggeratedly, walked to the mirror and nodded seriously, "It's beautiful!", his hands were dipped in water, and he wiped the stinky beauty on his head before leaving.

5 minutes later, the red rooster parked on the side of the road downstairs started to leave, and the matter was not done, and there was no idle day.