novelslam Chapter 4 People of Jiaozuo Don't Deceive Each Other
Chapter 4 People of Jiaozuo Don't Deceive Each Other
Seeing Lin Yuanshan mention names and speak with such conviction, one could see that he was speaking with great confidence and conviction.
In particular, he took pride in squandering his wealth, which perfectly matched the style of a second-generation rich kid from Chaozhou.
The two-layered knife, who always bullied the weak and feared the strong, gradually had a layer of fine sweat seeping from his forehead.
Over the past three years, the name "Brother Hao of Shuifang" was earned by Wu Shih-hao and his gang through countless battles in Shek Kip Mei.
His small pawnshop is only good for killing people from his hometown who have left their homes and have no one to rely on.
Anyone who dares to cheat Wu Shih-hao's cousin might not have their shop smashed afterward, but they're guaranteed to get ambushed and beaten up if they're walking at night.
His nickname was "Two-Layer Knife," and the other side really did have two baskets of knives. A mere gold pen wasn't worth causing trouble...
After weighing the pros and cons, Ercengdao decisively changed his tune: "Wait, the word is written wrong, write it again."
This Parker gold pen features a genuine 999 gold nib, made with wartime military materials. It's not some cheap, low-quality item; it's a legitimate piece and a valuable collectible.
"Pawnshop, issue the receipt, one hundred yuan, perfect!"
The accountant, standing nearby, quickly dipped his brush in ink to erase the half-written words and then swiftly wrote down his own.
Lin Yuanshan snorted: "This price... can only be described as passable."
Once, but not again. Let's get the invoice ready. And where's the phone? Can I borrow it to make a call?
"As long as Young Master Yuan is satisfied, Ah Shui, hurry up and take Young Master Yuan to make a call." Er Ceng Dao breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing this.
He thought to himself, "I didn't make any money on this deal, and I even lost money on a phone call."
I thought I was just getting rid of you, you little plague, but you actually want to do it a second time?
Do you really think that just because he's Wu Shih-hao's cousin, he can come knocking on our door every day to freeload?
At this moment, Lin Yuanshan, carrying a bundle, was invited by Ah Shui to the telephone.
He picked up the phone receiver, then suddenly turned to the second-floor knife and said, "Boss, may I ask what the phone number is for the Criminal Investigation Department of the Kowloon City Police Station?"
I have other things to attend to. Could you please send one of your men to Brother Cheng, who works on the second floor of the police station, near the detective's office?
Clang!
Ercengdao's vision went black, and he fell backward off the high chair.
How could a fountain pen possibly involve the Kowloon plainclothes police?
Ignoring the two layers of knives, he got up and looked at the shocked and angry gaze in his eyes.
Lin Yuanshan stuck his index finger into the dial of the telephone and sneered, "How can you do big business if you're so timid?"
"Hey, I was so scared by a gold pen that I fell over. If someone asks me to bring a gold watch, gold chain, and gold ring next time, will I have to crawl on the ground to write my lines?"
Ercengdao was taken aback upon hearing this, recalling his first bid and Wu Shih-hao's words about "trust and cooperation" from Lin Yuanshan.
Adding to this, Lin Yuanshan now mentions Cheng Ge from the Kowloon City Police Station's Criminal Investigation Department, the one who can put his office desk right outside the detective's office...
The anger in Ercengdao's heart was instantly filled with ecstasy. He remembered a term—cross-regional disposal of stolen goods.
During this period, the Hong Kong police force evolved from uniformed officers to Chinese detectives.
Of a hundred cops, ninety-nine have a background in the underworld.
Some detectives or plainclothes officers often secretly intercept high-value stolen goods during routine case investigations.
To evade inspection and supervision within their own jurisdiction, and to avoid getting into trouble due to the exposure of stolen goods, or being taken advantage of by superiors and colleagues.
They usually secretly contact underworld figures outside their own jurisdiction, using pawnshops in those figures' territories to build a chain for selling stolen goods.
It's possible that Brother Cheng, the plainclothes officer from Kowloon that Lin Yuanshan mentioned, has recently partnered with Wu Shih-hao to find a pawnshop in Shek Kip Mei to sell some shady items.
Today, Lin Yuanshan is a pawn crossing the river, and the Parker pen he's displaying is a stepping stone.
The more he thought about it, the more sense it made, so he quickly took the second knife out from the counter.
Suppressing his greed, he asked in a low voice, "Young Master Yuan, the big deal you mentioned... do you really have gold watches, gold chains, and gold rings?"
"Well, business has to start small and grow big. Today, I'm just here to be a pen."
"However, judging from the price offered by Chao'an Pawnshop, I don't think a big deal is possible." Lin Yuanshan waved the phone receiver: "Hello, phone number, please hurry."
With a snap, Er Ceng Dao snatched the receiver and slammed the phone back on, giving Lin Yuanshan a knowing smile: "Young Master Yuan, there's no need to pretend about things that everyone knows but doesn't."
"When we open our doors to business in Chao'an, our sincerity is absolutely unquestionable!"
Turning his head to look at the accounting room, the second-level knife shouted in a powerful voice, "Record it!"
Antiques donated to China, items from overseas, remnants of turbulent times, all have value and are available for sale.
A US version Parker 41 gold pen, cash on hand, flexible payment terms, redeemable at any time in the future!
Invoice issuance…
At this point, he stared intently at Lin Yuanshan: "Young Master Yuan, how much more generous of you are you? Can Chao'an Pawnshop take on the big business that follows?"
He first threw out a brick to attract jade, then took advantage of the situation to bully others, and then used the strategy of feigning indifference to catch them; now the other party has finally fallen into his trap.
Lin Yuanshan sighed inwardly. Even though he was familiar with Hong Kong history, it wasn't easy to swindle a few dollars from those who had made their fortune.
He blinked and smiled at the second-tiered knife, saying, "I think... five hundred is an auspicious number."
The second-layer knife twitched at the corner of its mouth. This fountain pen is worth about ninety Hong Kong dollars on the market.
If you're lucky enough to find a buyer who collects these kinds of items, you can sell them for a maximum of 110 yuan.
Lin Yuanshan was just a pawn pushed out by the big boss behind the scenes to explore the path, yet he dared to ask for an exorbitant price, five times the original amount. It was truly hateful!
But when I think about how I exploit the poor in my hometown every day, making myself infamous, and how I only earn a few coins a month?
If they can get involved with Wu Shih-hao and the Kowloon City plainclothes police, Chao On Pawnshop can join the highly profitable black market for stolen goods.
Plainclothes officers at Kowloon City Police Station earn far more money than officers at Sham Shui Po Police Station, which oversees Shek Kip Mei.
Once you're on that ladder, there will be a steady stream of illicit income...
The man with the second-layered knife closed his eyes and said as if cutting off a piece of his own flesh, "Issue...issue the receipt! Five hundred yuan! Correct!"
Ordinary people on Hong Kong Island in 1963.
The family's total monthly income is roughly between 80 and 150 yuan.
Lin Yuanshan walked out of Chao'an Detention Center with 550 yuan in cash, equivalent to three or four months' income for an average family.
Iron Head, the rickshaw driver, was waiting at the door for Lin Yuanshan.
He was even more shocked to find that the handsome young man who was expected to come out clutching his chest was actually escorted out by Ercengdao and his men.
"Far away, the people of Jiaoji do not deceive the people of Jiaoji."
Please take good care of things that need to be done from now on.
"Let's make money together. I, Chao An, won't forget your share." Er Ceng Dao said, pulling Lin Yuanshan's arm. He turned his head and saw Tie Tou standing there blankly. He immediately cursed, "Damn it! Didn't you see that Young Master Yuan is going to get a car?"
"Hurry up and pull down the handlebars! You don't even have this much sense; you deserve to be a rickshaw puller your whole life!"
Tie Tou was unjustly scolded, and his eyes turned red with anger. But facing the infamous Er Chong Dao, he, a hardworking rickshaw driver, could only suppress his anger, reach down the handlebars, and prepare to welcome Lin Yuanshan onto the rickshaw.
Lin Yuanshan said calmly, "Brother Tietou is one of us."
With just that one simple sentence, Ercengdao's expression changed instantly.
He suppressed his anger and, for the first time ever, smiled at Tie Tou: "So you're one of us too."
Ah Shui, remember this young man. Next time he brings guests over, make sure tea, snacks, and a stool are ready. Don't let him ruin the business.