Chapter 101: The Church

Twenty years later, Hong Kong Island's prosperity gradually moved eastward, with Wan Chai, Causeway Bay, North Point, Shau Kei Wan and Chai Wan first after the first large-scale reclamation project in 1921

Tak Yan Street in Wan Chai was built at the end of the last century, when Wan Chai was just a small fishing village, and after the completion of this street, it was mainly engaged in seafood, and its name was not known.

However, today, Deren Street has gradually developed and prospered, with various facilities perfect, and tenement buildings and western-style houses have sprung up.

A detached bungalow purchased by Su Jingxian is located on this street.

"Boss, don't you tell me that you bought such a bungalow for 300,000 yuan, right?" Song Jiaheng and Su Jingxian walked into the new house with a full rice jar, and couldn't help but ask.

The 300,000 yuan that Su Jingxian deducted from the company's books is all the profits of China Hong Kong Daily in the past six months, including the profits of Playboy in the first phase plus part of the operating principal. Recently, the advertising pages of the China Hong Kong Daily have been occupied by Zheng and Shen's weaving factories, and there is almost no income, if he can't fill the deficit next month, he, the manager of the Ministry of Finance, dare not guarantee whether he will be able to get the salary he deserves.

Although the decoration and decoration of the bungalow in front of him can be called luxurious, Song Jiaheng didn't believe that it was worth 300,000 Hong Kong dollars.

In fact, as long as you know about the housing prices on Hong Kong Island, you will know that the market price of the thousand-foot house in front of you is only 40,000 yuan at most, and even if Su Jingxian buys it at double the high price, it will only cost 80,000 yuan.

"Master Cai, do you want to give you a louder horn?" Su Jingxian placed the rice jar in the corner of the kitchen and glanced at Song Jiaheng, "You know about this matter, don't let Uncle Zhong hear it, otherwise he can quarrel in my ear for three days and three nights." ”

When he founded Playboy and took out a loan from the bank, Chen Bingzhong's nagging had already made Su Jingxian see its terrible aspects. This middle-aged man was at the lowest point in his life because of bad gambling in his early years, so he took special care of Su Jingxian, the young boss, lest he make a mistake and go astray.

In the current environment where most companies in Hong Kong pursue the one-word hall system, Chen Bingzhong is definitely an outlier.

When Song Jiaheng heard this, he pretended to exaggerate and said: "I want to fight for Uncle Zhong, he and his colleagues in other departments have always been good-natured, and they have never used their old qualifications to oppress people, so Mr. Hao is here." ”

"Is that specifically for me?" Su Jingxian glanced up at Song Jiaheng and said with a smile, "Don't worry, I can still tell the difference between loyalty and treachery, of course I know that Uncle Zhong will not be arbitrary, but I will be more satisfied if he can speak to me as tactfully as you do." Let's go out and see the church. ”

Song Jiaheng looked at the back of Su Jingxian who was the first to go out, grinned, and quickly followed.

Even at night, Deren Street is still lit up, unlike the previous Tsim Sha Tsui wooden house area. The wooden house area is dark at night, and you have to rely on your sense of smell to guide you to the open-air toilet at night, otherwise you will accidentally fall into the smelly pit.

At this time, the front of the Su family's new home was even brightly lit.

The neighbors around the street gathered one after another, and they brought their benches to find a place to sit, staring intently at the simple stage built by the street.

On the stage, gongs and drums were constantly sung, and bursts of applause erupted from time to time under the stage.

This is a meeting of several employees of the China and Hong Kong Newspaper Museum to pool money and specially invite the opera troupe to sing in front of the Su family's new home, first, to add to the festive atmosphere, and secondly, to entertain relatives and friends.

Nowadays, opera is still the mainstream, and this night church at the door of Su's house was not regarded as a nuisance by the neighbors, but because there was a free drama to watch, all of them had a good impression of this new neighbor.

"Ah Liang, don't you go to the first row to see your girlfriend, sit here and around?"

Coming out of the new house, Su Jingxian, who was standing at the door, saw at a glance that on the stone steps in front of the door, his younger brother Su Jingliang was bored and tearing the red paper in his hand.

Coincidentally, the troupe invited to the hall was the house where Su Jingliang's little girlfriend was, so Su Jingliang was full of excitement since the afternoon, and he deliberately changed into a suit with the bottom of the box, and his hair was also waxed, looking like a bag.

Hearing Su Jingxian's voice, Su Jingliang glanced up at him, then lowered his head to focus on the red paper, and said Xing Shan: "Jinyun has just gotten off the stage, and now the song on stage is to catch and release Cao, how many big men have ghosts to look at?" ”

Su Jingxian picked up a piece of red paper and put it on the stone steps, and sat side by side with Su Jingliang: "You won't go backstage with her when she ends?" Wood the same! ”

"How can the backstage of the theater let outsiders in?" Su Jingliang pursed his lips, "I don't know which rule is set by the street!" ”

"The rules are set for ordinary audiences, you are my little guy, and you are brave enough to prevent you from entering the backstage?" Su Jingxian knew that his younger brother was introverted in front of outsiders, so he gave a word of encouragement.

The younger brother Su Jingliang hesitated for a moment, but still shook his head: "Forget it, although you have a strong tone, but if I go backstage and be kicked out again, I will lose face in front of Jinyun." ”

Su Jingxian rolled his eyes and shook his head angrily.

On the side, Song Jiaheng, who came out with Su Jingxian's front and back feet, heard this, and a smile appeared on his face: "There is a girl in the backstage of the drama troupe?" ”

"The little flower Dan Chunlan in the flower field mistake at the beginning is my little guy's girlfriend, and she has a good eye, right?" Su Jingxian squeezed his eyes at Song Jiaheng, "Master Cai, please bring two fruit baskets and send this coward to the backstage of the theater troupe, so that he can see whether outsiders are allowed to enter the backstage." ”

Song Jiaheng looked at Su Jingliang, whose eyes were slightly cramped, nodded and smiled: "Okay!" ”

Seeing Song Jiaheng carrying two fruit baskets in one hand and half-dragging Su Jingliang in the other, walking towards the temporary backstage of the rental across the street, Su Jingxian nodded with satisfaction.

Although his younger brother was born tall and big, his face is too thin, perhaps this is also related to the fact that he grew up in a wooden house area and has an inferior and introverted personality. However, this kind of character is obviously not suitable for this era, and it has to be adjusted slowly, otherwise it will suffer a big loss in the future.

Looking up at the night sky, Su Jingxian was in the front row of the stage, and his parents and Zheng Yunhong and Li Yue'e were sitting side by side, but there was no trace of the second master Zheng Yuntu.

At this point in time, it should be almost time, and the 80,000 yuan house bought from an uncle of a community in the city should play its real role.

On the stage, the rhythm of the flowing water drum and piano is compact, and the pure line of Cao Mengde, who plays Cao Mengde, strokes his beard and sings: "...... It is true that Lu Boyu and my father have a relationship, and I Cao Cao mistakenly took him for his rivalry. You say I shouldn't kill him, don't you know that cutting the grass will never sprout? ”

Outside the audience, Su Jingxian smiled, followed the old student who played Chen Gong to speak together, and snorted softly: "Good words can't persuade the stupid cow Trojan horse, and this thief is compared to a frog at the bottom of the well......"

Staying at the hotel tonight, 'Chen Gong' wants to kill 'Cao Thief'!