"He's working as a security guard in the warehouse opposite, Brother Ghost, why don't we change places, so as not to make you unhappy. "Ah Gui's little brother knew that Ah Gui used a knife to cut Lao Dou back then, so he opened his mouth to persuade.

"I don't know how happy I am to see him!" The smile on Ah Ghost's face became more and more intense, especially the excitement flashed in his eyes: "Take out the mouse and pour fire water on it, and ask me to play with Lao Dou!"

"Don't do it, Brother Ghost, you beware of entering the boys' home again. A little brother said, holding his horse.

Ah Ghost snatched the mouse from the little brother's hand, poured it with a bucket of fire water, carried the squeaky mouse cloth bag on his shoulder, and walked towards the warehouse opposite.

A group of younger brothers looked at each other, and one of them said: "This time it's a big wok, I came out for a ride and met the ghost brother Lao Dou, I pity him, this time I don't know that I will be beaten by the ghost brother into a ghost!"

"Old Bean, I'm here to visit you!" Ah Ghost released a mouse, stepped on the tail, struck the match in his hand, and threw it at the mouse, and in the blink of an eye, the mouse became a fireball, and Ah Ghost raised his foot and kicked the flaming rat into the gap at the bottom of the warehouse door.

Huang Shengzu in the security room next to him heard the shouts outside, and when he pushed open the door, he saw that his son Ah Ghost was lighting and kicking rats into the warehouse!

"You are a street boy! I have been found by you for hiding so far away! Hurry up and stop! There are newspapers and magazines inside! It will cause a fire!" Huang Shengzu rushed towards Ah Ghost, and the baton in his hand smashed his head.

"I've found you!How?I'm afraid? I'm underage, even if you set this warehouse on fire, you'll lose money, and I can't wait for you to die!"

"I just want you to see with your own eyes that this warehouse has been burned down by me today! You are really lucky, after I came out of the boys' home, I have been looking for you all over the world, but I have never found you, and I actually ran into it today! Don't worry, I won't kill you again!"

Huang Shengzu was kicked in the lower abdomen by his son, fell to the ground and kept shouting: "Hurry up and stop!

A few of the ghost's younger brothers had also run over at this time, and the ghost said to a few people: "Set the rats on fire, and kick them in!"

"It's not good to do this, brother ghost, in case you ......" The younger brother looked at Huang Shengzu who fell to the ground and said.

"I'll let you light it, are you waiting for me to set you on fire and throw it in!" Ah Ghost shouted as he stared at his little brother with murderous eyes full of murderous aura.

Being glared at by him, several little brothers obediently began to lean over to point at the mice, one by one the rats that turned into fireballs were stuffed into the warehouse, smelling the smell of paper burning from the warehouse, Ah Ghost grinned and smiled at Huang Shengzu: "Call the police, lie on the ground and wait for cremation!

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When Huo Dongjun drove a Bentley to Lai Chi Kok in Cheung Sha Wan, the entire warehouse of the Publishing Association was already in flames, even the roof of the warehouse had been burned down, the fire engines and police cars of the fire department were flashing, and roadblocks were set up on the road to guard the road.

Huo Dongjun opened his mouth and asked when the police commanded the vehicle to turn around: "Ah Sir, something happened in front, the fire is so heavy?"

may be seeing Huo Dongjun driving a luxury car, the policeman said in a helpless tone: "You are a rich kid who plays with cars a little farther, a fourteen-year-old Xiumaoping rotten boy came here for a ride, and he wanted to die to meet the old bean who beat his mother all day long, when he was nine years old, he had been locked up in a boys' home for two years for slashing Lao Dou with a knife, although he didn't cut people this time, but he deliberately set fire to the warehouse guarded by his old bean, and took the initiative to call the police, which of the two people do you say is more pitiful?"

Huo Dongjun smiled: "I'll just say that the owner of the warehouse is the most pitiful, after being burned, do you want that poor ghost old bean to compensate? Therefore, rich people are sometimes worse than poor people." ”

Hearing Huo Dongjun say this, the policeman actually nodded: "It's really true to hear you say this." ”

Huo Dongjun turned around the Bentley and drove towards the Diamond Hill Villa, and the people arranged by the big nose forest were careful enough, and there was a better reason to do this than to play with the flame rat and set it on fire.

As for the distribution association, wait for yourself to play slowly with them.

On the way, Huo Dongjun used his newly bought mobile phone to dial the number of the Laowu Clinic in Jiliao, and said to Chen Hao, who was waiting for the news on the other side of the phone: "The people from the big nose forest entered the boys' home and asked the people arranged by Luo Yajie to prepare to do things. “

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The next day, all Hong Kong newspapers published the news of the Cheung Sha Wan fire, although the fire caused little damage and no casualties, but the newspapers and periodicals focused on the father and son involved, the police and the correctional department psychological counseling experts were very positive to the newspaper that the arson was a manifestation of the boy's impulsiveness after meeting his father, because when he was nine years old, the boy slashed his father with a knife because he could not bear the violence of his mother, and at present, the boy has been sent to the Fung Lok House Reception Center for psychological counseling.

Huang Yongren swept the newspaper on the table to the ground and scolded Chen Nansheng in front of him: "Psychological counseling?

Chen Nansheng cautiously said to the old man in front of him: "Huang Sir, it may be true, this kid cut his old bean when he was nine years old, and his old bean was scared to come to Cheung Sha Wan from Xiumaoping to work as a security guard, and he has never been back all these years, and the police also said so." ”

"Do the police know that I have pressed 100,000 copies of the "Men's Weekly" in it to use for the end! Now that it has been burned down, do you know how much I have lost! As soon as I pressed down 100,000 copies of the "Men's Weekly," I had just pressed down on the 100,000 copies of the "Men's Weekly" The warehouse was burned down, and the sample made me believe that this was an accident?" Wong Wing-yan is 56 years old, a burly man who was born as a newsboy in the early days, and gradually integrated the newsstands of the whole Hong Kong district, and finally became the top boss of the publishers in the 18th district.

"Liang Jiarong of "Men's Weekly" magazine shouldn't do this, we all know his background?" Chen Nansheng's tone was a little uncertain, this matter was indeed a little strange.

"Check which prefix the protection money of that magazine was handed over, whether they found someone from the gang to do things, and by the way, check if that little ghost is a substitute for the dead ghost. Huang Yongren took a few deep breaths and said in a calm tone.

Before Chen Nansheng could respond, a young female clerk outside had already walked in quickly, forgetting to knock on the door, and said to Huang Yongren: "Huang Sir, there is news from the printing house that the number of additional 100,000 copies of "Men's Weekly" has been printed. ”

Huang Yongren looked at this woman with round eyes, and Chen Nansheng was stunned!

100,000 copies of Men's Weekly!

There is no need to check again, the "Men's Weekly" magazine is clearly informing the distribution association that they did it!

"Okay, it's good!" Huang Yongren said through gritted teeth.

Chen Nansheng waved his hand at the woman: "You go out first." ”

After the woman walked out and closed the door, Chen Nansheng said, "Huang Sir, this matter ......"

"It's because we read this magazine wrongly, you go and find out the details of that eighteen-year-old Huo Dongjun, Zhong You, Ah La, who is called Chao Yongsheng, arranged a few people to enter the boys' home, that little ghost must know about it, pry open his mouth for me, and find a few familiar policemen to scare that little ghost!" Huang Yongren sat up straight from his chair and said to Chen Nansheng.

After Chen Nansheng nodded and agreed, he asked: "After burning our magazines that have not been returned, we still don't accept his magazines, do they still have to print them?"

"If I guess wrong, Lai En soon came to the door and asked why we gave the same number of newspaper stalls as the previous issue, whether it was an empty market, if we denied it, then even if the warehouse burned down, the extra 100,000 copies were clearly made to make money, of course, it was reasonable to eat them and distribute them to the newspaper stalls, if we admit to pressing the goods, then they will tear their faces, they will go to the newspaper stalls by themselves, no matter which one they choose, his 100,000 copies will not be put in the warehouse and wait for mold, we deny it, as far as we pay for it, we admit that those newspaper stalls will buy it. After Huang Yongren affirmed that this matter was done by the magazine "Men's Weekly", he naturally saw the matter of Li En's printing clearly.

To put it simply, the magazine only sold 250,000 copies of the magazine in the market, but made 350,000 copies! The 100,000 copies were paid for by the distribution association!

"Call the police, just say that the magazine has found someone to burn down our warehouse. Chen Nansheng said.

Huang Yongren looked at him and said: "If that little ghost's mouth is not pried open, the whole Hong Kong people will believe it, and only that little ghost is willing to be a witness can do it, so I asked Ah Lat to send someone to the boys' home." ”

"The 100,000 copies printed, shall we eat them or not?" Chen Nansheng only felt a tightness in his chest, 100,000 magazines, 930,000 Hong Kong dollars.

"Eat, Li En came to the door, we nodded and ate this batch of goods, burned 100,000 copies, we always have to earn some back, and sent it to the newspaper guy to tell them, this issue will not be pressed, and when that little ghost speaks, we will do it again, collude with the gang to set fire to the warehouse of the distribution association, and even the gods will not be able to save this magazine at that time!"

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Although the Prison Department has been renamed the Correctional Services Department, and the Children's Home has also been renamed the "Feng Li Building Reception Center", Hong Kong people still call it the Boys' Home.

Behind him were four sixteen-year-old rotten boys walking in line, when he checked just now, Ah Ghost already knew that these four came in because of burglary, he was not interested in these people, the most rotten boys in the entire boys' home were the people of Xiu Mao Ping, he was one of the most evil child parties in Xiu Mao Ping, and returning to the boys' home was like returning to his own home.

"Huang Dawen!

Ah Ghost walked in with the quilt, and the four rotten boys in the back hugged the quilt and complained: "Ah Sir, how far do you have to go? Why don't we live in this room too?"

"Wow, you really don't know how to die, don't look at his young age, he's very fierce, next door!" The inmate knocked on the dormitory next door and said to the four people: "Hurry up and get in!"

The four rotten boys walked past the door of Ah Ghost's dormitory, and everyone glanced at Ah Ghost, as if to see how fierce he was.