Councillor Yip is such an interesting lady.

He Dingxian's smile was a little playful.

According to the information he obtained, Councilor Ye has a boyfriend who is ten years younger than him, named Du Xuekui. Du Xuekui's ancestor was a Suiyuan military officer, and his generation has become an official family, he served in the mainland when he was young, and then fled to Hong Kong Island to make a living due to purging.

Later, Du Xuekui couldn't eat enough and helped to paste paper and mend books in a villain bookstore. Because the villain's bookstore is next door to the Kowloon Church, he often goes to the Kowloon Church to receive welfare meals, and finally meets Ms. Yip Xien, who plays the piano in the choir, and catches a ride with Ms. Yip.

At present, Du Xuekui has been in love with Ye Xien for more than ten years, and founded "Muguang Middle School" together and served as the principal of Muguang Middle School. He is a well-known educator among the Chinese. In the eyes of outsiders, the love between the couple seems to be a story of a broken child eating soft rice?

Councillor Yip and Mrs. Bird are good friends.

It's not surprising to play any tricks.

Hey.

Nuns, councillors.

Sure enough, the more taboo it is, the more crazy it is.

There are so many stories in the West, not necessarily fake, there is no wind and no waves, and people can't be good-looking!

It's a pity that Councilor Ye is already old, in his fifties, and if he is younger than ten or twenty years younger, things will be much easier. No matter how bad it is, Mrs. Bird is now in her early forties, like a ripe peach, and it will flow when you bite into it.

That's refreshing, too.

At night.

He Dingxian sat at home, made a phone call, and said loudly: "Ah Sheng, let the brothers sign 20,000 names, oppose the price increase of the Tianxing Ferry, and do it before twelve o'clock." ”

"Don't worry."

"Big guy."

Jiang Tiansheng was wearing a suit, standing in the garden of the villa, holding the beautiful girl with his right hand.

"Hmm."

"Let the brothers prepare."

He Dingxian said.

"Understood."

Jiang Tianyang agreed very simply, if he does more than one thing, he will become proficient, isn't it just putting on a posture and fighting with ghosts on the street? This time, the price of the Star Ferry is raised, the theme is not sharp enough, how big can it be?

He's not powerful enough!

He Dingxian put down the phone and looked at the door: "Ah Kun." ”

"Big boss."

Ni Kun hurriedly stepped forward, bowed and said, "The union brothers have received the news, and it will start tomorrow morning."

"Okay."

"Good work."

He Dingxian bowed slightly, turned around and went upstairs.

"Ding-dong."

Kowloon.

Church.

In front of the courtyard of a single building, an electric bell rang. Ye Xien sat on the bed, with a quilt under him, wearing a red nightdress, grabbing his boyfriend's shoulders with his ten fingers, his waist kept twisting, and he shouted with an exaggerated expression: "Even buy karma!" ”

"Honey."

Du Xuekui heard the doorbell and saw that the curtains were not tightened, so he couldn't help but say with a little weakness: "Hani, someone is here." ”

"No one!"

"No one!"

Ye Xien ignored it, shook his hair, and said loudly: "It's me who came!" ”

"Whew"

She suddenly seemed to be drained of her whole strength, lying limply on the head of the bed, adjusting her breathing at a uniform speed, enjoying a moment of relaxation. Then, she stood up and hung up the shoulder straps of her nightdress, kissed her boyfriend on the forehead, got up and walked to the door, opened the door, looked at the young man at the door, and said in English: "Hello, who is it?" ”

"Councilor Ye, this is something that Mr. He handed over to you." Lard Boy holds a box of letters with more than 20,000 signatures in both hands. Ye Xien opened the box, took out an envelope and opened his eyes, shocked by He Dingxian's efficiency, but very satisfied: "Okay, put it on the table in the living room." ”

She stepped out of the way, pushed the door wider, and pointed her finger at the living room tabletop. The lard boy was alarmed in his heart, and subconsciously glanced at the vacuum, with his experience, he didn't even need to look, he could smell it, if there was a complex smell, how many kinds of biological liquid ingredients were mixed in it.

He hurriedly put the box in front of the steps at the door, pointed to the bedroom doors and windows that had not been closed with the curtains closed, and pretended to be calm: "Councilor Ye, the window is not closed, please remember next time." ”

Ye Xien saw that he turned around and ran away without looking back, with an inexplicable expression: "I don't want to close, what's the matter with you?" Do adults need to be secretive about their errands? A messenger dares to talk to me? ”

"Not really."

"Not really."

"Dead old woman, even a fat guy of mine wants to do it!" The lard boy seemed to have to return to the car, snapped the door shut, and immediately urged the little brother: "Go to the horse pen, go to the horse pen, I want an eighteen-year-old chick!" ”

"No!"

"Sixteen-year-old, wash your eyes!"

The younger brother started the car and quipped: "Brother boy, which eye are you washing?"

"Wash all your eyes."

Lard boy shouted: "You don't know, I was by an old woman in her fifties just now, she opened the door to let me in, she opened the door and let me in!! ”

"Brother Boy."

"Where are you entering?"

The little brother said with a cheap smile on his face.

Not to mention the episode, early the next morning, the rickshaw drivers hung sweat towels, pulled the car, and came to their respective streets according to the division of the territory. ”

"5 immortals apiece."

"No matter where you go"

A citizen stood still, his eyes suspicious: "5 immortals? ”

"So cheap?"

The coachman immediately bent down and said, "It's 5 immortals alone, no matter where you go." ”

The citizen immediately clipped his briefcase, stepped into the car, sat down and said, "Go to East Tsim Sha Tsui Dong!" ”

"Let's go."

The coachman trotted.

At this time, the sky was light, just after five o'clock, and there were two kinds of people who went out to the street, one was the laborer who wanted to go to the dock to work as a coolie, and the other was the proprietor who wanted to go to the shop to open, and the roadside breakfast vendor and the owner of the fruit stall occupied the world of two to three o'clock.

In addition, there are a small number of young people who work in the company because they have something to do, or post-natal children who live in Kowloon but have to work on Hong Kong Island. In short, the bustling city gradually recovers in the night on a minute-by-minute scale, with more and more people on the streets and the noise of the market becoming more and more noisy. People's efforts, sweat and hard work bring vitality to the city.

More and more people are riding rickshaws on the streets. According to the urban income level on Hong Kong Island, most people earn between 200 and 300 yuan, and because there are still units of "immortals", it is essentially equivalent to the income level of "two or three thousand" in later generations.

This income can ensure basic food and clothing, and live in the city, but it is too difficult to develop without bad luck and nobles. The big family life model can only allow children to have something to eat, and they come out to work in their teens to subsidize the family. There are too few people at this level who are willing to spend 1 jiao to play rickshaws, just like people who earn two or three thousand will not spend ten yuan to take a taxi, but due to the lack of electronic products, the consumer market is not developed enough, in fact, the income of two or three hundred, the monthly savings, will be higher than the next two or three thousand. But if the price of 1 jiao is reduced to 5 cents, and half is cut directly, there will be more and more people who can afford to drive.

It's not that everyone has to take a taxi, at least those who need to take a taxi will no longer consider whether it is slightly expensive, and they are basically acceptable. Of course, this price actually violates the laws of the market and cheapens labor.

As a result, some citizens heard the price of the five immortals, and they felt unbelieving, and even feared that they would be involved in the community struggle, so they did not dare to take a taxi. But as more and more rickshaws ran on the streets, the slogan of 5 Sen Run Hong Kong spread throughout Hong Kong in one foot.

A driver made a signboard and hung it on the back of the car seat, which read: "Protest against the price increase of the small ferry, 5 cents step on the whole Hong Kong!" ”

This slogan immediately linked the action of the rickshaw to the politics of people's livelihood, and the movement of the rickshaw association was greatly supported by the citizens, and everyone applauded the rickshaw union that stood up for the citizens of Hong Kong.

"Come and get in the car!"

"The New Territories, Kowloon, Hong Kong Island, all for 5 cents."

"Wherever it is, it must be brought."

North Point Pier.

A guest took the ferry to Hong Kong Island, and when he saw the rickshaw masters gathered at the door, he was surprised to find that there were more than twice as many taxi customers than in the past, and the rickshaws were three or four times more than three, no matter how many people departed, there must be more than 20 cars waiting at the exit of the pier.

When he saw the number plate hanging on the back of the rickshaw, he knew it in his heart, and he also called a rickshaw and asked loudly: "Master, is it 5 cents to go to Central and Repulse Bay?" ”

"Yes."

"This price is two or three times cheaper than usual."

"Wouldn't your peers have an opinion?"

"This event is organized by the trade union, and the whole Hong Kong counterparts are the same price, who dared to break his leg less than 1 jiao before, and now who dares to break his leg if he dares to be higher than 5 cents." The coachman replied with a smile. The guest nodded and pondered, "The price of 5 cents is too cheap, what should I do with the loss of manpower?" ”

"I charge you 5 cents, the union makes up 5 cents, and you still have a dime of income for pulling a car, and the union is exempt from commissions, which is not less than before." The driver smiled: "There are still more people taking taxis, if you are willing to work hard, you can earn more." ”

"If you don't want to, at least you won't lose."

The guest smiled: "This is reasonable, but where are so many rickshaws?" ”

"There are no cars left at the Star Ferry Terminal." The driver smiled: "Let them raise the fare, phew, I saw that they were unhappy, the Star Ferry is a big company, so what is it?" Last night, our chairman said that no matter how big the company is, if we run, we have to run to death! ”

"The people we pull rickshaws are poor and cheap, but the poor and the cheap people don't see their own people being bullied, and they raise the fare of the poor, so we beat them! Give the brothers a cheap ride and step on their small ferry to stop sailing. ”

Feeling the enthusiasm of the toiling masses, the guests couldn't help but feel impassioned, and said, "How long is this event?" ”

"The ferry company does not reduce the price!"

"Non-stop!"

The driver smiled: "I said, this time the goal of our rickshaw union is to step on the small wheel and stop sailing!" ”

"Here we are."

The coachman stopped and lowered the wheels.

The guest took out a dime of the coin and put it in the driver's hand: "Go buy a bowl of tea and continue to ride your car tomorrow morning......"

"Thank you, boss."

The coachman bent down again and again to thank him.

When the North Point Pier of the Yau Ma Tei Ferry was bustling, the guests of the Star Ferry Wan Chai Pier were dumbfounded when they got off the ferry.

(End of chapter)