Chapter 477

A small smuggling ship in Hong Kong was bombed and sunk at the small pier in Tsim Sha Tsui. A small fire ship in Shanghai was blatantly set on fire by the local prefix Chao Yongyi in Hong Kong, which burned the engine room. The whole ship became scrap metal with only one layer of shell left. However, Zeng Chunsheng, who first made trouble in Shanghai, was missing, and even the Shanghainese couldn't explain it.

Now it is reported that members of local gangs are gathering at the major docks in Hong Kong and Kowloon. It is likely that tonight they will be ready to clean up all the ships belonging to the Shanghai people still parked in the docks and completely drive out the Shanghai people on the docks.

Yu shiting doesn't seem to be in a hurry. Looking at the appearance of the old God, I'm afraid even if Xu Pingsheng takes the Hong Kong people to war with their Shanghai people, he doesn't care. Of course, he doesn't care. Yu's business has now achieved Europe and America, and has opened many routes in Europe and South America. In other words, even if the whole wharf business and routes in Hong Kong have been lost, Yu shiting and even Yu family can't be said to hurt their muscles and bones.

However, Yu's family doesn't care, which doesn't mean that other Shanghai shipowners don't care. In the past, di Junda, who jumped in front of the world Pavilion, lost his voice this time. Instead, those old friends who were usually silent and confident lined up to walk around in front of the world Pavilion. The dinner was scheduled to start at six o'clock in the evening, but from three o'clock in the afternoon, At home, this ancient Chinese garden house, Jingyuan, located in Sheung Wan, Hong Kong Island, Shanghai businessmen visited Yu shiting early.

In Hongkong, the local rich or British, even if they have money or official positions, can only be regarded as woodlouse in the eyes of many wealthy businessmen who go to Hong Kong in the mainland.

For example, the Chu family and the Lu family, one in business and the other in politics, are all big ethnic Chinese in Hong Kong. But when it comes to the external enjoyment after being rich and powerful, it is basically nothing. The Chu family is fine. There were two young Chu boys who dressed up as loose money boys in the Fengyue market before. As for Chu Yaozong and Chu Xiaozhong, they are all businessmen who can sleep in a bed and eat a bowl of rice. Vulgar, It's like a dog. It can't get in or out.

British officials are the same. To make some money in Hong Kong, they always have to find a way to send it back to their ancestral home, waiting for one day after they retire home or transfer back to work in the UK, and then begin to enjoy life. As for the living standard in Hong Kong, it's better to be careless.

And the wealthy businessmen from Shanghai to Hongkong have made a living attitude for these local or British woodlouse. The nanny of the Shanghai rich businessmen usually has a shuttle bus driver to pick up the food on the street. There is no need to mention such a thing. Some local wealthy businessmen have matched their own nanny with the Shanghai people when they fight against each other. Not only bought tens of thousands of square feet of mansions to settle down, but also bought an ancient Chinese garden house with millions to enjoy the scenery and entertain guests. The local rich in Hong Kong can't afford to compare with British officials.

The Chinese garden bought by Yu shiting in Sheung Wan was originally called Jiyuan, which was homonymous with brothels, and later changed to Jingyuan.

At the beginning, Jingyuan was a private garden built by Hu zhiting, the gambling king of Guangdong at that time. In order to decorate the pools, pavilions, bamboo stones, small bridges and winding paths in Jingyuan, Hu zhiting hired several landscape designers to visit famous gardens in China. It began to be built in 1905 and was not successfully built until 1924. It took nearly 20 years. Later, Hu zhiting died and the Hu family lost power, After the fall of Hong Kong, Jingyuan was favored by Japanese garrison officers as their residence in Hong Kong, so that Jingyuan escaped the destruction.

After the Chongguang festival in Hong Kong, the Hu family sold the quiet garden, but no one bought it. First, the garden is still sky high even if the Hu family has lowered the price. Second, for most businessmen, it seems useless to buy a garden house. The money to buy the garden is enough to buy five streets in the Eastern District of Hong Kong Island.

It was not until Yu shiting went to Hong Kong that this quiet garden had a new owner.

After buying this quiet garden, Yu shiting didn't live here every day. In his words, buying this garden house is to make it convenient for him to have a place to entertain guests, listen to the play and have a place to relax when quarreling with his wife.

At this time, in the water Pavilion Hall of the spring thatched cottage in Jingyuan, two Shanghai shippers were facing the world pavilion with a slightly anxious face. On the porch door of the water Pavilion Hall, there were woodcut couplets from Du Xisan, an aide of the southern Heavenly King Chen Jitang. At that time, Hu zhiting was just like the middle of the sun, with his back to the southern Heavenly King Chen Jitang. Gambling in three places of the province, Hong Kong and Macao was Hu zhiting's business, When Hu zhiting landed in Hong Kong and Macao, all forces bowed their heads, so Du Xisan's couplet was quite flattering.

The aura of outstanding people swallows the mirror sea, and the sound of dragons singing and tigers roaring shocks the Xiangjiang River.

"Boss Yu, you must come out and say a word this time. The Hong Kong smuggling ship in Tsim Sha Tsui has absolutely nothing to do with us Shanghainese. Everyone is waiting for you to talk to Xu Pingsheng about the result. How can anyone dare to do things on their own, and it seems to provoke discord." Huang Jianfu wiped the sweat on his forehead with a handkerchief and opened his mouth hastily.

Beside him, Wang Yanqi also spoke to Yu shiting, who looked like dozing:

"Boss Yu, we have checked. It is likely that a guy named Bai Qishan from the Green Gang was responsible for the trouble in Yuzui Bay, Tsim Sha Tsui, while the one who set fire to the boat at the Tsim Sha Tsui wharf was a group thug named Chao Yongyi, named Yu Lan Kun."

Yu shiting yawned, smacked and looked at Wang Yanqi, who spoke the names of Bai Qishan and Yu Lan Kun. In the past, he and Huang Jianfu hid behind without saying a word. They couldn't help but watch him bustle in shiting. He ran to shiting to see Xu Pingsheng and talk about peace. These guys may even think that Yu shiting deserved it, At this time, I was worried when I saw someone deliberately fishing in troubled waters and provoking trouble?

"Alas, now the most important thing is to know where Zeng Chunsheng has gone? I don't care about the Green Gang, Chao Yongyi. What's the use of those bastards who have died a hundred times?" Yu shiting sighed with embarrassment: "at this time, it's not a problem that can be solved by finding Bai Qishan and Yu Lan Kun. Besides, you can find them, but can you find them?"

"Master, there is someone outside to see you." Uncle Shui, the old servant of the Yu family, came and whispered behind the shiting: "there are two groups of people, one is Mr. Tan Jingwei, who claims to have bought the property of boss Zeng Chunsheng, and another is Mr. Song TIANYAO, who claims to have been entrusted by Mr. He in Macao to visit you."

Yu shiting was stunned and turned to Uncle Shui: "bought Zeng Chunsheng's industry? Tan Jingwei? It must be from Taiwan."

Uncle Shui nodded slightly: "yes, Mr. Tan does claim to be from Taiwan."

Yu shiting took back his eyes. There was nothing on his face like the drowsiness and perfunctoriness he had just told Huang Jianfu. His eyes were bright. It was obvious that his brain was rotating at a high speed.

"Please take a seat in Wangyang Pavilion. I'm curious. A Mr. tan from Taiwan and a Mr. Song entrusted by He Xian. How will the two sides meet?"