Hong Kong, Kwai Chung International Container Terminal, a 5,000-ton Danish cargo ship slowly docked.
This cargo ship from Da Nang, South Vietnam was loaded with tropical fruits and rice, as well as 35 air crash survivors.
The passengers on DC3 were lucky enough to encounter a Danish freighter and were all rescued aboard, avoiding the danger of being killed in the belly of the fish.
The Danish captain was not interested in where they came from.
It was the duty of the seaman to rescue victims at sea.
He promised to save these people.
Free delivery to Hong Kong.
Hong Kong, a British colony and the bridgehead of the decadent capitalist world, disembarked from Kwai Chung Pier.
How to pass the customs was the first problem these people faced.
The Danish captain gave them an idea and bribed the customs officers with two gold rings. , everyone passed the test easily.
All the luggage fell into the sea, and the thirty-five people were penniless and destitute, but everyone was full of excitement and even felt that even the air was free.
"Hong Kong, I'm here" Chen Shou shouted in the direction of the land.
The group of people inquired as they moved forward, heading towards Kowloon on foot.
What I saw along the way was somewhat different from what I imagined.
Hong Kong was full of simple shacks, like huge refugee camps.
What was different from the mainland was that the people dressed in more diverse styles, the economic situation was slightly better, and at least there were many small vendors.
After walking for a long time, I finally saw the high-rise buildings.
This is the bustling Mong Kok.
A scene that stunned Chen Zikun and others appeared.
Slogans of the Great Proletarian Cultural Revolution were posted everywhere.
A portrait of Chairman Mao hung at the door of the building.
A banner read, "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 breasts, waved the Little Red Book and shouted slogans in Cantonese as they walked forward.
Their momentum was no worse than that of the Red Guards from the Mainland.
Yan Su, Chen Shou, Gai Longquan and others' eyes widened.
They had heard that there was also a revolution in Hong Kong before, but when they read the Huaijiang Daily, they always felt that it was all lies.
Now that they saw it with their own eyes, it was understandable that they were shocked.
It turned out All of this is true.
There is revolution everywhere in the world.
Could it be that we have come to the wrong place and gone through all kinds of hardships, we just went around from the starting point to another starting point.
In front of the parade was a line of defense formed by the Hong Kong police, with white steel helmets, black shields, khaki military uniforms, long socks and big leather boots, standing ready.
The two sides began to come into contact.
The marchers threw stones and glass bottles, and the police fired tear gas.
Choking white mist rose from the crowd.
The march began to disperse.
The police took advantage of the situation and advanced.
Sirens blared.
A large number of demonstrators were dragged into police cars by the police.
There were sounds in the sky.
The helicopter was circling, and the air waves blew off people's hats.
The scene was very spectacular.
Yan Xiaosong, who was coerced here, was moved by this scene and wanted to join the revolution immediately 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."
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Chen Zikun said.
Bypassing the road blocked by the police, the group continued to move forward.
Their destination was Chen Zikun's residence in Kowloon.
Yao Yilei lived there.
They finally found the place.
It was a small building with a yard.
They knocked on the door and wore white clothes.
The servant in black trousers came to open the door and looked at them suspiciously.
"I'm looking for Mrs.
Chen."
Chen Zikun said.
"My master's surname is Chen."
The servant replied in Cantonese.
Chen Zikun looked up and saw that yes, he had spent money to buy the property for his father-in-law.
He had lived here many times when he came to Hong Kong to engage in secret activities in the 1940s.
He pushed open the door and broke in.
The yard was still the same, but the small building The woman who came out was not Yao Yilei, but a young woman in her thirties with gorgeous makeup.
"Who are you?"
the young woman asked with her hands on her hips without any fear.
"I want to ask you, whose landlord are you?"
Chen Zikun walked directly inside.
Chen Shougai, Longquan Wang Sanliu and others also broke in soon after.
Seeing a group of old men with Mainland accents breaking into a house privately, the young woman remained calm, returned to the house, picked up the phone and dialed 999.
Chen Zikun quickly walked around the small building and found that this was indeed not his home.
The photos on the wall were all of strangers, and the furniture had been changed.
There was no trace that Yao Yilei had lived there.
Returning downstairs, he asked the young woman where Yao Yilei had gone, but the young woman said, "I don't understand what you are talking about."
While they were making a fuss, two patrol policemen came in and pulled Chen Zikun and others out without any explanation, and the big iron door slammed shut.
The policeman with three sticks on his arm pointed his baton at Chen Zikun and said, "This is Inspector Han's home.
If you cause trouble again, I will take you to the police station."
Chen Shou stepped forward and pushed away the policeman's stick.
Just as he was about to argue, another policeman quickly pulled out his revolver and shouted: "Put your hands behind your head."
A group of 60- and 70-year-old generals were held at gunpoint by a small policeman, and they were captured without restraint.
This was Hong Kong, a place they were unfamiliar with, and they had no place to run if they tried to attack them.
A strong dragon could not defeat a local coward, let alone a policeman.
Without a Hong Kong ID card, being deported to the mainland means death.
Chen Zikun took off the watch from his wrist and handed it over: "Sir, please be accommodating.
We are new here and don't understand the rules."
Sanchai took the watch and looked at it.
It was a Rolex with a gold case.
It was very valuable.
He waved his hand lazily and said, "This is your first offence.
Let's forget it this time.
Go ahead."
The police put away their guns and continued to patrol nearby.
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It started to rain.
Chen Zikun and others had nowhere to stay.
They could only take shelter under the eaves.
The target of dozens of people was too big, which attracted the police to look here from time to time.
Chen Zikun saw this He led everyone away in the rain, wandering around aimlessly.
Yao Yilei has not sent a letter for half a year.
Something must have happened, but the top priority is to take care of the stomachs of these thirty or so people.
Chen Zikun announced the entry into "wartime communism" and everyone took out their valuables to buy food.
After collecting a small pile of watches, diamond rings, and gold jewelry, this was everyone's last property.
Chen Zikun personally took it to a pawn shop and pawned a watch in exchange for more than a thousand Hong Kong dollars.
He had too little money to save money and did not dare to go out to eat in a restaurant. , I can only go to the pastry shop to buy some bread to eat.
The owner of the pastry shop is from Shanghai, and his Cantonese has a strong Shanghainese accent.
Chen Zikun immediately spoke to him in Shanghainese.
The two started chatting, and their relationship became much closer.
The money spent on bread was also reduced.
Just as he was about to go out, two men dressed as bad boys suddenly came in.
The boss hurriedly handed over a wad of banknotes.
The bad boy counted them, put away the money and walked away.
"What does this mean?"
Chen Zikun asked.
"Regulated fees."
The boss frowned.
"Why didn't you call the police?"
"Fifty percent of these fees are dedicated to the police."
Chen Zikun nodded thoughtfully and asked where there was a hotel that didn't require an ID card to register.
After that, he went back with the bread.
After everyone had a good meal, they went to the hotel to stay.
The conditions of this kind of hotel, which does not require ID card registration, are very poor.
They are built illegally.
There are many bamboo poles sticking out of the windows on the roof, and all kinds of clothes are drying.
People of all kinds are coming and going, and there are many music playing in the room.
Cantonese opera, four skinny old men are playing mahjong.
Chen Zikun took out the money to open a few five-door rooms.
An old man looked at him, took the deposit, and threw out a few keys: "The water pipe is in the public washroom downstairs.
Pay attention to hygiene."
There were five rooms, each with seven people.
The guests filed in.
The four people playing mahjong stopped and stared.
They were all old Jianghu.
It was obvious at a glance that these people were mainlanders.
After settling down for the time being, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, went to the toilet, washed their faces, smoked and drank water, rested, and discussed the next step.
Suddenly someone knocked on the door.
When they opened the door, they saw two men with arrogant faces.
They came in uninvited.
Looking around, everyone was extremely alert and stood up.
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"Are you from the mainland?"
the man asked.
"Sir, what do you mean?"
Chen Zikun asked.
The man looked at them, old and young, but they looked different from ordinary stowaways.
They should be people with status in the mainland, and they were fat fish.
"The one next to you is the leader," the man asked.
"Tell me if you have anything to say."
Chen Zikun 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 out and bargain.
"Give it to me" Chen Zikun asked calmly.
The man was a little puzzled that the other party was so arrogant.
He suppressed his anger and said: "This is my territory.
You have to pay to live here.
Otherwise, I will send you all to the embassy and deport you back to the mainland with just one phone call."
Sure enough, the local gangsters came to extort money.
This kind of thing was inevitable.
Chen Zikun had been prepared for it.
With a wink, Chen Shou closed the door.
Gai Longquan and Wang Sanliu hugged their arms and frowned coldly.
They were tied up in the mainland.
That's all, after all, they don't dare to fight against the dictatorship of the proletariat.
In a capitalist place like Hong Kong, what do these old bandits have to worry about.
The man was not aware of the danger yet, so he showed off his tattoo intentionally or unintentionally to intimidate these bumpkins from mainland China.
Gai Longquan couldn't stand it any longer, and took off his coat, revealing the tattoos of nine flying dragons all over his body: "What the fuck, I've ripped you off, King Gai, and you don't want to live anymore, right?"
The man's eyes widened and he was about to speak.
Gai Longquan slapped him with a slap on the ear, followed by six or seven more big mouths, all of which were brittle.
The man was beaten until he was dizzy and his mouth was bleeding.
The other person saw that the situation was not going well and ran away.
Chen Shou, who was guarding the door, tripped him and kicked him in the head.
He fainted on the spot.
"Don't fight, we have something to talk about."
The man's mouth and nose were bleeding, and he was scared.
Yan Su moved a chair, and Chen Zikun sat down with a golden sword.
Yan Su stood behind him holding a paper fan, just like in the governor's residence back then.
"What's your name, which gang you belong to, and who is the boss?"
Chen Zikun asked.
"My name is Sang Biao, from Xin Ngee'an.
The boss is Mr.
Qiang Xiang."
Sang Biao couldn't help but puff up his chest when he said this.
"Oh, Chaozhou Gang, wasn't Xiang Xiang deported in 1953?
How can he know a short mule like you?"
Chen Zikun laughed.
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Chen Shou slapped him in the face: "You're still pulling a big flag to make a tiger skin.
Grandpas will be scared."
When Sangbiao heard this, he realized that his family was very clean, and these mainlanders were not ordinary people.
"Boss, I am the straw sandal from Xin Ngee Ann.
I don't know what I call the boss."
Chen Zikun said: "Don't talk to me about whether you have these things or not.
I'll let you sit down and get 10,000 Hong Kong dollars to redeem me."
Another gangster who fainted was awakened by cold water.
He cursed and drove him back to ask for money.
The little hooligan hurried downstairs, and the old man playing cards downstairs asked: "Brother Biao, why didn't you come down?"
The little hooligan didn't answer and ran away as fast as he could.
In the room upstairs, Chen Zikun said: "Brothers, do you have any ideas?"
Gai Longquan said: "It's all my fault.
I think we Daqingshan guys are fat sheep."
Zeng Jiao rubbed his hands and said, "Fuck, I've been holding it in for almost twenty years, and finally I can fuck my mother as happily as before."
Yan Su pondered: "Hong Kong is a good place, but we are all old."
Chen Zikun said: "If you are less than eighty years old, how can you talk about being old?
Chen Shou, use the remaining money to go to a nearby grocery store and buy dozens of watermelon knives.
They will be useful."
Chen Shou took the money and went out, rounded up all the eighteen watermelon knives left in the nearby grocery store, and came back happily hugging them.
Four old men playing mahjong downstairs in the hotel were dumbfounded when they saw Chen Shou carrying a dozen sharp watermelon knives upstairs.
They didn't even know the cigarettes in his mouth fell to the ground
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