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Yau Tsim Mong District, Mong Kok.

Wu Xiaozu was sitting in the taxi, with the cigarette in his hand burned out and the ashes hanging neatly on top. He rolled down the window and when the wind blew, the ashes scattered and disappeared.

Luoji Tea Restaurant.

A polite middle-aged man wearing black-rimmed glasses walked into the tea restaurant. As soon as he entered, he looked around, but found that the hall was empty and there was not a single customer.

The middle-aged man was startled, his eyes fixed on the short boss who was doing the calculations on the calculator in front of the cashier, "You want to ask me?"

The restaurant owner didn't raise his eyes, pointed to the side, and continued to settle accounts with his head down.

The gentle middle-aged man looked around and saw a man with a dull complexion sitting at a round dining table in the middle, holding a glass in both hands with a few tea leaves floating in it, sipping in small sips. He looked ordinary and had an indifferent expression.

Dressed very casually.

"who is he?"

The restaurant owner still didn't respond. The middle-aged man glanced at the owner and walked helplessly towards the man with a sallow complexion.

"You want me?"

"sit-"

The man pointed back at the chair next to him and stared at him calmly, "Wang Yucai?"

"I am, what do you say when you ask me out?" Wang Yucai sat opposite the young man with a strange expression in his eyes. "Who are you? Why do people ask me out?" As he said this, he took out a roll of Hong Kong dollars and threw it on the table.

, rolling his eyes.

"Drinking tea?" The man with a sallow face turned over an empty cup, picked up the teapot and poured tea, and pushed it in front of Wang Yucai, "It's so fragrant, is it good to drink?" This sentence was in Mandarin.

The terrible fragrance is Biluochun.

Wang Yucai said nothing, picked up the tea cup and took a sip. He put away the money on the table, took another sip, looked up at the other party, and asked, "Who are you?" He also spoke in Mandarin, and his tone was the same as the accent of the sallow-faced man.

, turned out to be a fellow countryman.

The young man smiled, nodded, and then said, "In 1982, the Rainy Night Demon Lin Guoyun committed crimes crazily, which had a bad impact on society and caused panic in the whole society. The taxi industry fell into a trough, and the police force introduced the latest taxi management

Act, it took a long time for the taxi industry in Hong Kong to recover. Now the theater is showing "The Butcher on a Rainy Night", which is about the case of the Rainy Night Slayer. Can you tell me, after watching the show, will the audience make the same mistake again?"

"The taxi industry concerns millions of households. As a trade union representative, do you want to speak out?"

The young man picked up a brown paper bag and threw it to Wang Yucai.

"I know you are being chased by a loan shark, and someone will help you solve the problem. There are some things here that you can take a look at and think about whether you want to get ahead."

Wang Yucai sat on the chair with a pale face, and the tea in front of him had already cooled down.

There were several pages of information placed on top of the brown paper bag. On it were his gambling debts and evidence of collecting money behind the company boss's back.

Next to it, two photos are very conspicuous. One is a family portrait, the old man is holding his child, and he and a woman are standing behind him. The other is him hugging another woman and her child.

The dark-yellow man looked at him and said calmly, "Biluochun, are you accustomed to drinking or not?" After saying that, he stood up and left without waiting for the other party's answer.

"Pah, pah..."

Wang Yucai took out his lighter and couldn't light a cigarette without trembling. His whole body was shaking and uneasy.

The restaurant owner came over, picked up the lighter on the table, helped him light his cigarette, and said softly, "People from Kowloon Walled City." This was an answer to his previous question.

Seeing Wang Yucai's devastated look, the restaurant owner patted him on the shoulder, removed the glass, and returned to the kitchen, leaving only one sentence for him: "Flowers are rich, or is the Yan family rich? I don't know, it's your choice."

The trade union representative's hand holding the cigarette shook and he blew on the air conditioner, but the sweat couldn't stop flowing down his face. He kept wiping the sweat away and was still sweating profusely.

The red taxi parked quietly in a dark alley not far from the most prosperous intersection in Mong Kok.

Wu Xiaozu was sitting in the back seat of the taxi, closing his eyes and concentrating, tapping his fingers subconsciously on his legs.

"Go to Causeway Bay Correctional Institution and give Uncle Kuan a pound of Biluochun. Tell him to be released from prison and I will celebrate his birthday."

…

The dog meat hot pot was boiling hot, and two men sat at a short wooden table looking at each other. It was only daytime, but the city was extremely dark. A dim yellow lamp hung precariously from the ceiling.

"Uncle Kuan is my Qiye. I have taken care of the matter."

The sallow-faced man collected the envelopes on the table, put them into his lining pocket, picked up the chopsticks to pick up the meat, and ignored Wu Xiaozu who was opposite him.

"Thanks."

Wu Xiaozu drank the wine glass, stood up and left.

Not far away, Feicheng, who was leaning at the alleyway and smoking, saw Wu Xiaozu coming out, threw away his cigarette butt, and went to greet him.

"Ah Yao said that his old cousin wanted to charge 5,000 yuan."

"Give him 10,000 yuan." Wu Xiaozu glanced at Feicheng and saw his hesitant expression. He smiled and patted him on the shoulder, "If you give up, you will get something. Only when you know how to spend money can you make money. If you don't have money, go find Mr. Jiang."

branch."

Feicheng looked at the boss in surprise, not expecting him to be so generous.

"Sheng Jiang said that after finishing his work in Central, he would wait for you at Lixiao Palace." Feicheng said, "This is the address and phone number of the editor-in-chief of the newspaper that he sent you."

Wu Xiaozu nodded to express his understanding, took the note, looked at it, tore it into pieces and threw it out the window.

Among the crowd, a Red Rooster drove towards Central.

…

A small villa in Kowloon Tong, Hong Kong Island.

There is a "Movie Studio" sign hanging outside the door.

Tsui Hark was so weird that he set up his production company in this small villa in Kowloon Tong.

In a small fish pond in the backyard, two men were lying on deck chairs smoking cigars. There were two fishing rods standing next to them, but there was not a single fish in the bucket.

"You, a great director, don't care about the box office? Do you know that Boss Zou and Mr. Pan will come up with new plays to stop you? Princess Jin has come out of a new art city, and Jiahe has finally broken up the two of you. I don't want to see another one."

The appearance of "A Better Tomorrow" in New Art City has made them suffer a lot, and "Dao Ma Dan" will not go smoothly..."

Tsui Hark's hair was tied up untiedly on the back of his head, and there was stubble between his lips and chin, and he looked completely rebellious. Wearing pajamas, his legs rested comfortably on a chair, he squinted and enjoyed the warm afternoon sunshine.

He took a puff of a cigar, and the smoke covered his face, making it difficult for his old friend Wu Siyuan, who was wearing gold-rimmed glasses, to see his expression clearly.

"Making a film is like fishing. Those who are willing to take the bait will take the bait." If you look at the vague words again, you wonder if you are sleepy.

"Don't worry about him. In fact, he cares more than anyone else. Two days ago, I asked Qingxia and the others to record the audience's reaction with a mini camera." Shi Nansheng, tall and capable with short hair and wearing a gray OL skirt, walked away carrying two cups of coffee.

He came over and said, "Wu Sheng, drink coffee."

Wu Siyuan smiled slightly and did not continue the topic. He turned to talk about the possibility of a costume drama.

As Hong Kong films become popular in other markets, Hong Kong filmmakers have also seen various possibilities. In the past two years, the 30 million-yuan "New Shushan Swordsman" invested by Golden Harvest and directed by Tsui Hark only recovered 20 million at the box office. , thanks to Zou Wenhuai’s scolding, this kind of monster movie suddenly became a taboo for Hong Kong filmmakers.

But as the market in Hong Kong Island became more and more popular, Wu Siyuan saw the possibility of filming a supernatural film. For this reason, he approached Tsui Hark. There are many companies in Hong Kong Island that have the ability to produce a multi-million-dollar movie. But only Tsui Hark and New Arts City have the guts to spend millions to make a monster movie.

If "Dao Ma Dan" is a hit at the box office, the film studio will become a first-line production company in Hong Kong. Investment of more than 10 million will not be a problem.

…

A Clock Hotel in Central.

Wu Xiaozu was sitting on the sofa, tapping the table with his fingers, staring calmly at the disheveled and skinny man in front of him.

The man had tears and snot flowing out from his nose. He lay on the ground and kept licking a pile of powder on the ground, looking like a mad dog.

"Pujie, I hired you to work. You are both a seductress and a fan." Feicheng scolded fiercely, "Pu, your mother! You want me to help you deal with the aftermath, Master Qi."

In the bathroom, a semi-**man with hazy eyes was groaning, moaning, twitching, and foaming at the mouth. Luo Dong used the nozzle to pour cold water on him.

The woman was obviously too strong in the medicine and couldn't bear it. I really don't know how much powder she had just eaten. If Wu Xiaozu and his party hadn't arrived in time, this woman would have died.

That would be really exciting.

"You can't understand what I'm saying now." Wu Xiaozu stopped tapping his fingers on the table, shook his head helplessly, raised his fingers at Su Liyao and the others, "Let's get started." After speaking, he walked out of the room without looking back. .

Su Liyao held up a mini video recorder and filmed the man and the woman. Feicheng also raised his camera to take pictures. From time to time, he would lift the woman's long hair and take some close-ups.

"Who is the paparazzi that Jiang Sheng introduced? He is clearly a Taoist friend. Pick! Such people are very troublesome!" Feicheng said, slapping the man in the face hard. "These Taoist friends are the most annoying. There is no bottom line when you come out. You are so desperate that you will sell your father's beans to your mother without blinking an eye."

He lowered his head and saw that the man had regained some of his consciousness. Fat Cheng grabbed his collar and pulled him to his eyes. He smiled and gently slapped him twice to wake him up. "This article must be published in the newspaper tomorrow." If the article doesn't appear in the newspapers, then you will appear in the newspapers. Do you understand?"

The man nodded desperately, and dropped the broken spectacle lenses to the ground, not daring to pick them up.

"That's good." Feicheng slapped him on the face in appreciation. As soon as he let go, the man slipped and fell to the ground, like a dead dog.

"A cultured person? You don't deserve to be a young and Dangerous guy even if you are a sanctimonious person." He said, spitting disdainfully.

"It's done!"

Su Liyao waved, and when he saw Luo Dong adjusting his clothes in the mirror, he couldn't help but tease, "Brother Dong... Dong, today... you are going on a date with Shao Da... eldest sister tonight, are you dressed up so beautifully?"

Luo Dong made a cool gesture in the shape of a pistol, fired two shots at Su Liyao, and walked out of the room gracefully.

"Do you want to act cool like this?" Feicheng shook his curly hair in an exaggerated way, walked to the mirror and nodded seriously, "You're so pretty!" He dipped his hands in water and dabbed some stinky hair on his head. Fan then left.
Chapter completed!