Chapter 555

In St. Mary's Hospital, Huang Liu was wrapped in gauze and hung in mid air with a cast on his injured leg. Song TIANYAO sat next to him, cutting an apple in his hand. The whole apple was pockmarked because of his poor knife skill.

"Six elder brothers, after the injury is cured, do you want to go there?" song TIANYAO asked without raising his head as he peeled the apple.

Huang Liu stared. Although he was wrapped like zongzi, his voice was full of anger: "boss, aren't you? Of course I'm following you! Do you think I'm disabled and don't want to keep raising me?"

Huang Liu said and shook his injured right leg.

Song TIANYAO smiled and looked at an apple with almost only a core in his hand. He threw the fruit knife on the bedside table, and then handed the apple to Huang Liu: "NAH! It's cheap for me to peel an apple for the first time."

Huang Liu stared at the apple given by song TIANYAO, with a smile in his eyes. He stretched his neck and bit the pulp hard. He said vaguely, "pick! Boss, you are really not suitable for using a knife. I have to do this in the future."

Song TIANYAO took a look at the apple in his hand. Huang 61 swallowed it. There was not much pulp left. He swallowed it together with the core. It was delicious.

"OK! Take care of the injury and go to Malaya with me. You don't have to do anything in the future. You can peel the apples for me." song TIANYAO swallowed the remaining apples in his hand. Seeing that there was still sticky juice on his hand, he reached out and rubbed the injured leg of Huang Liu.

Huang Liu turned his eyes, and the next second his face showed excitement: "Hey, boss, listen to the Malay girls. Are they really fat?"

With a smile on his face, song TIANYAO patted Huang Liu's injured leg with a little force on his hand: "you just want to be beautiful! This kind of good thing Zhonglun gets you? Of course I got it first!"

In Huang Liu's exaggerated scream, song TIANYAO laughed and said, "brother six, go first! I'll see you in two days!"

Behind him, Huang Liu shouted angrily, "doctor! Girl! Do you have anyone on the street! I want to complain that my boss abused the injured worker!"

Song TIANYAO walked out of the ward. On the corridor, ghost Zifang and several members of the society arranged to protect Huang Liu's safety looked at him curiously, glancing at Huang Liu yelling in the ward from time to time.

Downstairs of St. Mary's Hospital, LAN Gang leaned in front of the door of the old Ford 49. A Jiao woman in a cheongsam walked past with her high heels and twisted her waist. LAN Gang's eyes lit up and whistled at each other.

Jiao turned her head, glanced at the blue Ford 49 she had just leaned on, glanced disdainfully, and turned away.

"Pick!" Lan Gang fiercely gouged out Jiao's twisted ass and waved: "dogs look down on people!"

"Bian dares to look down on detective Lan Da?" song TIANYAO came from behind LAN gang with a mocking voice.

LAN Gang hurried back. Song TIANYAO had come to him. He was looking at Jiao Po who had just left with a look of interest.

"Mr. Song, I beg you. Please change a car quickly. This car is out of fashion!" Lan Gang patted Ford's roof and tried hard to persuade him.

Song TIANYAO opened LAN Gang's hand, as if afraid that he might break his car.

"Change! You give me the money? I can't even get together a hundred Hong Kong dollars now!" song TIANYAO stared at LAN Gang, opened the door and sat in. He shouted to LAN Gang, who was still in a daze: "drive, go to Chu's house and ask my boss Chu Xiaoxin to borrow some pocket money to buy cigarettes."

LAN Gang smiled bitterly, lowered his head and sat low in the driver's position, and slowly started the car.

Although song TIANYAO has become an abandoned son in the eyes of the British in Hong Kong, for Chinese policemen like LAN Gang, song TIANYAO's status is always high. Even if he doesn't have a copper plate all over his body, LAN Gang, who has been promoted to detective, is still willing to be a driver for him.

The British have no eyes, LAN gang has. On the surface, Mr. Song has no assets in Hong Kong as he said. Even the basic business such as wig factory has been mortgaged to HSBC, but what does that matter?

After the battle with Tan Jingwei, even if song TIANYAO is poor, he is a huge gold mine as long as others are still standing there.

The brother of Chu Xiaoxin, a justice of the peace, the son-in-law of Wang Hexian of Macao and the ship king of Hong Kong, the boyfriend of Miss Lu, the Chinese emperor of Malaysia, and Angie pelis, a ghost sister who takes care of everything for song TIANYAO in Britain

What song TIANYAO did in Hong Kong has unconsciously accumulated terrible contacts for him. Even if he can't communicate with real Chinese tycoons such as Chu Yaozong, Lu Wenhui and Cai Yuanbai for the time being, he is only in his early twenties. Even if he doesn't have a smooth sail in the future, his future is still smooth.

LAN Gang glanced in the rearview mirror and took a look at Song TIANYAO sitting in the back row, his eyes unconsciously showing admiration. Because he knows very well that even if he makes great progress in the police force in the future, he will only get to the position of Liu Fu now.

Now Liu Fu sees song TIANYAO and calls him respectfully, Mr. Song.

Just as the Ford car disappeared from the gate of St. Mary's Hospital, song Chunzhong, dressed in a bamboo gown and wearing cloth shoes, turned out from the corner with his apprentice Gu Tiancheng.

Gu Tiancheng stared at the far away Ford car and said, "Uncle Zhong, your nephew doesn't seem to be as rich as you say!"

Song Chunzhong bared his teeth and looked depressed: "how do I know he's worse than me in Hong Kong? I wanted to set up a bureau with him and earn a pound from the ghost guy. By the way, I'll teach you how to deal with the ghost guy in the future, now..."

Song Chunzhong shook his head regretfully.

Gu Tiancheng looked at Song Chunzhong's dress: "what should we do now? Why don't we go back to Macao and continue to play the king of tobacco and earth?"

"Last time the Thais played so much, no one will believe it." song Chunzhong waved his hand, suddenly turned his face and asked Gu Tiancheng, "how much money do you have in your hand? Take it out to me."

Gu Tiancheng covered his pocket and looked warily at Song Chunzhong: "what do you want to do? The village that killed the Thai guy last time made two million. I only got 100000 yuan. Won't you even pit my 100000 yuan?"

"My money has been donated to the education fund. Don't you know?" song Chunzhong glared at Gu Tiancheng: "take the money out and I'll give you 20% after this business is finished."

"Then tell me what you're going to do! Uncle Zhong!" Gu Tiancheng asked.

Song Chunzhong smiled and took out a leaflet from his pocket, which prominently printed the advertisement of a British wig making factory: "this factory was originally owned by our song family, but now it is occupied by the ghost guy. I have to take it back for ah Yao!"

"Wow! Pit the British money in Hong Kong? Uncle Zhong, you can't get it?"

"I can't? Your mother! I can't you and me? In Indonesia, I dared to run a newspaper without knowing a word. The younger generation didn't look good and couldn't afford the old..."

"You've talked about it two hundred times. How about something new?"

"In Malaya, the rubber farm owner didn't give food to the workers, but I came forward again..."

"I've heard of this, too! Change!"

The two masters and disciples mixed their mouths and left side by side, running counter to song TIANYAO.

On the streets of Hong Kong, rickshaws and cars shuttle together, and the crowd in suits and long shirts interweave with each other, eventually forming a picture of the times.