At Kwai Chung International Container Terminal in Hong Kong, a 5,000-ton Danish freighter from Da Nang, South Vietnam, laden with tropical fruits and rice, and 35 survivors of the plane crash, slowly approached.

The passengers on DC-3 were lucky enough to meet the Danish freighter and were all rescued from the danger of losing their lives, the Danish captain was not interested in where they came from, and it was the duty of the seafarers to rescue the shipwrecked, and he promised to send them to Hong Kong free of charge.

Hong Kong, a British colony, a decadent and degenerate bridgehead of the capitalist world, landed from Kwai Chung Wharf, how to pass through customs was the first problem these people faced, the Danish captain gave them an idea, with two gold rings to buy the customs officers, all of them easily passed.

All the luggage was left in the sea, and thirty-five people were penniless and destitute, but everyone was so excited that they even felt that even the air was free.

"Hong Kong, Lao Tzu is here!" Chen Shou shouted in the direction of landing.

The group inquired and walked towards Kowloon.

What you saw along the way was a little different from what you imagined, Hong Kong is full of simple shacks, like huge refugee camps, and unlike the mainland, the people are more diverse in dress, the economic situation is slightly better, and there are at least a lot of small vendors.

After walking for a long time, I finally saw high-rise buildings, which are bustling Mong Kok.

The slogans of the Great Proletarian Cultural Revolution were posted everywhere, and a portrait of Chairman Mao hung at the entrance of the building, with banners reading, "The Great Leader Chairman Mao is the eternal red sun in the hearts of the people of Hong Kong!" ”

A group of Hong Kong people wore the chairman's badge on their chests, brandished red books and shouted slogans in Cantonese, and their momentum was no worse than that of the Red Guards in the mainland.

Yan Su, Chen Shou, Gai Longquan and others widened their eyes, they had heard that Hong Kong was also making a revolution before, but when they read Huaijiang Daily, they always felt that it was all a lie, but now they saw it with their own eyes, and their hearts were shocked as you can imagine, it turns out that all this is true, and there is revolution everywhere in the world, can it be said that we have come to the wrong place? After a lot of hardships, just going from one origin to another.

At the front of the procession was a defensive line formed by the Hong Kong police, with white steel helmets, black rattan badges, khaki military uniforms, long socks and large leather boots.

The two sides began to make contact, the procession threw stones and glass bottles, the police fired tear gas, the crowd rose from a choking white mist, the team began to disperse, the police took advantage of the situation to advance, the sirens sounded, a large number of people were dragged into the police car, there were helicopters circling in the sky, and the air was blowing people's hats flying, the scene was very spectacular.

Yan Xiaosong, who was coerced, was moved by this scene, and couldn't wait to immediately join the revolution and support the Hong Kong compatriots, but was pulled back by everyone.

"Is this still Hong Kong?" Yan Su muttered to himself.

"Let's go." Chan said.

Bypassing the main road blocked by the police, the group continued to move forward, the destination was Chen Zikun's residence in Kowloon, where Yao Yilei lived, and finally found a place, this is a small building with a yard, knocking on the door, a maid in a white coat and black pants came to open the door, looking at them suspiciously.

"I'm looking for Mrs. Chen." Chan said.

"The master's surname is not Chen." The maid replied in Cantonese.

Chen Zikun looked up, that's right, he spent money to buy the property for his father-in-law, and lived here many times when he came to Hong Kong to engage in secret activities in the 40s, he pushed open the gate and broke in, the yard was still there, but the woman who came out of the small building was not Yao Yilei, but a young woman in her thirties.

"Are you a servant?" The young woman asked, fearless.

"I have to ask you, who are you? What about homeowners? Chen Zikun walked directly inside.

Chen Shougai, Longquan, Wang Sanliu and others followed closely behind, and saw a group of old men with mainland accents breaking into the house without permission, the young woman was calm, returned to the house, picked up the phone, and dialed 999.

Chen Zikun took a quick turn in the small building and found that this was indeed not his home, the photos on the wall were all strangers, and the furniture had been changed, and there was no trace of Yao Yilei living at all.

When he returned downstairs, he asked the young woman where Yao Yilei had gone, but the young woman said, "I don't understand what you are saying." ”

When they were making noise, two patrol policemen came in, and they couldn't help but pull Chen Zikun and the others out, and the big iron door was slammed shut.

The policeman with Sanchai on his arm pointed at Chen Zikun with a baton and said, "This is Inspector Han's family, and if you make any more trouble, I will drag you to the errand hall." ”

Chen Shou stepped forward to remove the policeman's stick, and just as he was about to theorize, another policeman quickly pulled out his revolver and shouted, "Put your hands behind your head." ”

A group of sixty or seventy-year-old generals were pointed at guns by a small policeman and arrested, this is Hong Kong, they are not familiar with the place, they don't even have a place to run when they move, the strong dragon does not suppress the head snake, not to mention that the other party is a policeman.

Without a Hong Kong ID card, being repatriated to the mainland is a death, Chen Zikun took off his watch from his wrist and handed it over: "Ah SIR, be accommodating, we don't know the rules when we first arrive." ”

Sanchai took the watch and looked at it, Rolex, gold-shelled, worth a lot of money, and immediately waved his hand lazily: "Thinking about your first offense, forget it once, okay." ”

The police put away their guns and continued to patrol the neighborhood, it was raining, Chen Zikun and others had nowhere to stay, they could only take shelter from the rain under the eaves, dozens of people were too big, and the police looked here from time to time.

Yao Yilei hasn't sent a letter for half a year, presumably something has happened, but the top priority is to take care of the stomachs of these 30 or so people, Chen Zikun announced that he had entered "war communism", and everyone took out valuable things to buy and eat.

Received a small pile of watches, diamond rings, gold jewelry, this is everyone's last property, Chen Zikun personally took it to the pawnshop, as a watch, in exchange for more than 1,000 Hong Kong dollars, the money is too little to save flowers, dare not go to the restaurant to eat, can only go to the pastry shop to buy some bread to eat.

The owner of the pastry shop is a Shanghainese, with a strong Shanghainese accent in Cantonese, Chen Zikun immediately spoke to him in Shanghainese, and the two started talking, and their relationship became a lot closer, and the money for buying bread was also removed.

was about to go out, suddenly two people dressed as rotten boys came in, the boss hurriedly presented a stack of banknotes, the rotten boy counted, put away the money and left.

"What does that mean?" Chan asked.

"Fees." The boss had a sad face.

"Why didn't you call the police?"

"Fifty percent of these fees are paid to the police."

Chen Zikun nodded thoughtfully, and inquired where there was a hotel that did not require ID card registration, and then went back with bread, and everyone had a full meal, and went to the hotel to stay.

This kind of inn that does not require ID registration is in very poor condition, it is built illegally, there are many bamboo poles sticking out of the windows on the roof, drying all kinds of clothes, all kinds of people come and go, Cantonese opera is playing in the house, and four thin old men are playing mahjong.

Chen Zikun took out the money to open a few five chase rooms, and an old man glanced at him, took the deposit, and threw out a few keys: "In the public bathroom downstairs, pay attention to hygiene." ”

Five rooms, each with seven people, the guests rushed in, and the four people who played mahjong stopped looking, all of them were ** lake, and they could see the identity of these people as mainland guests at a glance.

Settle down for the time being, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, went to the toilet, washed their faces, smoked and drank water to rest, and discussed the next move, suddenly someone knocked on the door, opened the door and saw that it was two men with full faces, uninvited, looked around, everyone was vigilant, and they all stood up.

"What are you going to do?" The man asked.

"What do you mean, sir?" Chan asked rhetorically.

The man looked at them, the old and the young, but they looked different from ordinary stowaways, and they should be people with status in the mainland, belonging to fat fish.

"Leader of the side?" The man asked.

"Tell me something." Chan said.

"Five thousand Hong Kong dollars per person." The man said, staring at Chen Zikun with a pair of cunning eyes, waiting for him to cry poor and bargain.

"You give it to me?" Chen Zikun asked calmly.

The man was a little puzzled, the other party was so arrogant, he suppressed his anger and said: "It's my territory, and if you live here, you have to pay money, otherwise I will send all of you to the mission hall and repatriate to the mainland with a phone call." ”

Sure enough, it was the local hooligans who extorted money, this kind of thing can't be avoided, Chen Zikun had already prepared, a look was thrown over, Chen Shou closed the door, Gai Longquan and Wang Sanliu hugged their arms and frowned coldly, and it was just a matter of restraining their hands and feet in the mainland, after all, they didn't dare to fight against the proletariat, and when they arrived in a capitalist place like Hong Kong, what scruples did these old bandits have.

The man didn't realize the danger yet, and intentionally or unintentionally showed off his tattoos to deter these buns from the mainland.

Gai Longquan couldn't stand it anymore, and pulled off his coat, revealing the tattoos of nine flying dragons all over his body: "Damn, I've knocked on your head with a bamboo pole, I don't want to live, right?" ”

The man's eyes widened and he was about to speak, but Gai Longquan fanned it with an ear scraper, followed by six or seven big mouths, all brittle, and the man was dizzy and bleeding from his mouth.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the other person fled and was tripped by Chen Shou, who was guarding the door, and kicked him in the head, fainting on the spot.

"Don't fight, there's something to say." The man was bleeding from his mouth and nose, and he knew he was afraid.

Yan Su moved a chair, Chen Zikun sat down with a golden knife, and Yan Su stood behind him with a paper fan, just like the head of the overseer's mansion back then.

"What's your name, which one is you, and which boss is it?" Chan asked.

"My name is Fu Biao, from New Ngee An, the boss Mr. Xiangqian." When Fu Biao said this, he couldn't help but puff up his chest.

"Oh, the Chaozhou Gang, wasn't he deported in 1953, can he know a dwarf mule like you?" Chan sneered.

Chen Shou slapped him: "You still pull the flag as a tiger skin, are you scared to be grandfathers?" ”

When Fu Biao heard this, the door was very clear, and these mainlanders were not mortals.

"Big guy, I'm the colorful straw sandals under Xin Yi'an, I don't know what the big guy is called?"

Chen Zikun said: "Don't talk to me about these things that you don't have, let you sit in the museum and take 10,000 Hong Kong dollars to ransom people." ”

Another gangster who fainted was woken up by cold water and scolded a few words and went back to ask for money.

The little hooligan hurried downstairs, and the old man playing cards downstairs asked, "Why didn't Brother Biao come down?" ”

The little rascal didn't answer, and ran away.

In the upstairs room, Chen Zikun said, "Brothers, do you have any ideas?" ”

Gai Longquan said: "It's on the head of Lao Tzu, when our Daqingshan dreadlocks are fat sheep." ”

Zeng Jiao rubbed his hands and said: "Dry, I've been holding back for almost 20 years, and I can finally fuck him as happily as I did back then." ”

Yan Su groaned: "Hong Kong is a good place, but we are all old. ”

Chen Zikun said: "Less than eighty years old, what are you talking about, Chen Shou, take the rest of the money to a nearby grocery store and buy dozens of watermelon knives, it will be useful." ”

Chen Shou took the money and went out, wrapped all the eighteen watermelon knives left in the nearby grocery store, and came back with a happy hug.

The four old men playing mahjong downstairs in the hotel watched Chen Shou go upstairs with more than a dozen snowy watermelon knives, and they all looked stupid, and they didn't know that the cigarette in their mouths had landed.