The story of the Kowloon Ice House finally came to an end, because Yang Ruzhong saw Feng Dirong's determination, and there were facts - Yang Ruzhong received a message from the PTU patrol car that Hutchison's Ma Tsai had begun to assemble in Yau Ma Tei and Temple Street, and the target was Portland Street of the number gang "filial piety" boss Pan Xucheng.

Yang Ruzhong had no doubt that if Xiong Baizhou was arrested in the interrogation room tonight, Feng Dirong would immediately turn Yau Jianwang upside down.

Moreover, what can you do if Xiong Baizhou is arrested and put in the interrogation room, if there is no evidence, he will definitely be released tomorrow.

Bao Gongzi probably didn't expect Hutchison to support Xiong Baizhou so much, and Xinji is not rumored to have a good relationship with Bao Gongzi, why did he also come out to help Xiong Baizhou stand on the platform?

With these questions, Yang Ruzhong will take a good look at Xiong Baizhou's bottom, but he will definitely release him tonight.

Yang Ruzhong turned sideways to make way for Liang Zhankui to say something, Yang Ruzhong shook his head and didn't let him say more.

The police cars were all knocked away, and then they continued to insist on catching Xiong Baizhou, I don't know how bad the results will be.

"The red bean smoothie tastes wrong, thank you Brother Rong for your hospitality. Seeing this situation, Xiong Baizhou did not immediately shake his hands and leave, but generously shook hands with Feng Dirong and several other district speakers to say goodbye.

"I'm not recruiting well today, so I'm sorry. ”

Feng Dirong does have to share a little responsibility for tonight's matter, if he didn't think about "getting off the horse" and setting the location of the negotiation at the Kowloon Ice Room, he would not be so passive.

Xiong Baizhou smiled and did not answer.

In fact, Xiong Baizhou saw that Feng Dirong's intention to talk about business was more sincere, and tonight's incident was an accident, and these two points alone were enough.

However, Xiong Baizhou knows that he can't seem to be very talkative when interacting with the prefix, these people will not be grateful, and the combination of rigidity and softness is the appropriate way to get along with them.

"Thank you, Mr. Xu, for me. Xiong Baizhou said to Su Baohua again, facing the new record of rushing over to send favors, Xiong Baizhou did not fall behind.

The one who can make Su Baohua, the tiger of the Tsim Sha Tsui East, call the big guy is naturally the "dragon head" Xu Liyan.

"It must be delivered, Brother Xiong walks slowly. Su Baohua nodded politely.

Xiong Baizhou held a cigar in his mouth, held his head high, and passed in front of the anti-black team without squinting, Yang Ruzhong saw the wisp of green smoke dissipate in the dim light, and then turned to Feng Dirong and said: "The guests are all gone, there is no need to sing tonight's play." ”

Feng Dirong looked at Yang Ruzhong coldly, and left the Jiulong Ice Room with Peng Junyuan and a few talkers, and Huang Dingbo looked at Su Baohua fiercely before going downstairs.

The two of them are different prefix in Yau Tsim Mong District, and it is common for them to stumble and stumble and cut people, but now this posture is obvious and wants to grab business, Huang Dingbo can have a good face.

Su Baohua shrugged his shoulders and did not matter, Xu Liyan's task had been completed, and he successfully made Xiong Baizhou owe a villain.

"Sir Yang, you take this street fight back to Luo, and tomorrow I will go to your police station with the money for the loss of the car. After Su Baohua finished speaking, he wanted to go downstairs, Yang Ruzhong was not interested in cars, but he was very interested in people: "This Mr. Xiong from the mainland has a background." ”

"I don't know. How could Su Baohua talk to the errand guy more, he went down the stairs with shaking his shoulders, and the Kowloon Ice Room, which was still lively just now, instantly became deserted, looking at the red bean smoothies scattered on the table, Yang Ruzhong only felt that there were chicken feathers.

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After Xiong Baizhou left the Kowloon Ice House, he didn't pay attention to the events of the night, but took this opportunity to take Chen Qingyun and the three of them on foot from Temple Street, then turned to Shencheng Road, and then went to Portland Street, and finally sat down at a food stall in Yau Ma Tei to enjoy the night view of Yau Tsim Wang.

After all, Repulse Bay is a rich area, at night Xiong Baizhou stood in front of the bed on the balcony and looked at the beach in the distance, only felt that the wind was curling, the water was full of flowers, the corner of the eaves pavilion was silent, the artistic conception was very beautiful, but the lack of heat was air.

Yau Ma Tei is different, with the honking of double-decker buses, the smell of beef offal shops on the side of the road, and the alleys between high-rise buildings, Xiong Baizhou feels that this is the stage that better reflects Hong Kong's temperamental life.

Walking among them, you can find traces of the life of ordinary people in Hong Kong from the clues, not rich tycoons, not prefix associations, not lawyers and legislators, just white-collar workers or stall owners, in the business and conversation, living and eating, entertainment and pleasure to promote another aspect of Hong Kong culture.

The other three people couldn't reach Xiong Baizhou's life accumulation, and they were very interested in the dazzling night market at first, but there were similar places in Yuecheng, especially where the language was not understood, and they soon showed a certain amount of impatience.

Xiong Baizhou sighed, so there is no lack of beauty in this world, but there is a lack of eyes to find beauty, and these things Xiong Baizhou can't be taught, so that they can only increase and accumulate over a long period of time, so that they can find the history hidden in the folds, or the annual rings engraved on the board.

Chen Qingyun said very little, Sheng Yuanqing only cared about eating supper, but Song Shihao was very attentive to what happened at night: "Big guy, why did Xinji come to help us this time?"

"The purpose should also be to do business with us, after all, the mainland market has more potential. Xiong Baizhou speculated.

Song Shihao nodded, he also thought of this, but he couldn't figure out what business Xinji needed to cooperate, and he looked at Xiong Baizhou with this question.

Xiong Baizhou smiled: "Shihao, do you know what the best way to predict the future is?"

"Do you understand and prepare in more detail?"

"It's not. Xiong Baizhou handed Song Shihao a cigar: "The best way to predict the future is to create the future with your own hands." ”

Song Shihao's eyes lit up, as if he had an understanding.

Under the shroud of smoke, Xiong Baizhou's face gradually deepened, Song Shihao has changed a lot since he was seriously injured last time, he is more loyal to himself, and he is more concerned about his career, but he is beginning to lose heart about life, which can be seen from his attitude towards Wang Hollyhock.

Although Sister Hollyhock is not a big beauty at the level of Wang Forsythia, her personality is very cute, but now the letter to Wang Forsythia already has a depression of gains and losses, and it is obvious that there is something wrong with Song Shihao's side.

At this time, Song Shihao was a bit like Xiong Baizhou's previous life, busy with his career wholeheartedly, but this mentality was easy to be stubborn and paranoid, Xiong Baizhou hoped that he could learn to treat life tolerantly.

Since Song Shihao wants to be busy, let him be busy until he vomits, and then he will be forced to take a long vacation, and he can only experience the beauty of life after a strong contrast. Xiong Baizhou thought lightly.

Sometimes, Xiong Baizhou is not like a big man, but more like a parent who is exhausted for the younger generation.

It was already late when he returned to Repulse Bay Villa, but Xiong Baizhou found that Guo Zixian hadn't rested yet, drinking flower tea leisurely in the living room and watching TV.

The evening breeze blows, rolling up a little ripple.

"Are you waiting for me?" asked Xiong Baizhou.

"Otherwise?" Guo Zixian smiled.

People are idle and osmanthus flowers fall, and the night is quieter.

When Xiong Baizhou changed his shoes, Guo Zixian also turned off the TV and walked upstairs: "In short, the years are long, and it is worth waiting." ”

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