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The moon is sparse and the stars are stuffy and humid.

The Haoji Printing Factory in Guantang Industrial Zone, Guantang District, with exposed walls, is brightly lit, and the sound of the machine buzzing is particularly clear. You can see many workers and technicians working in and out.

This is the largest printing factory in Hong Kong.

In recent years, this factory has been in a dilemma due to the declining Kwun Tong industry. Two years ago, Yulang International completed the acquisition of the entire factory through mergers and acquisitions, and the land became an asset under Yulang International. Now, it has naturally become a subsidiary of Searchlight Media Group Co., Ltd.

After the searchlight took over, the posters, documents, newspapers, advertisements and peripheral businesses of the Yiling Ersi Group were handed over to this printing factory to complete, making it change its previous decline and become much more prosperous.

The advertising business that Xingxing Entertainment, a subsidiary of the group, takes over is very large every year, and introducing packaging from multiple brands can bring huge business volume.

Of course, in this era, the labor in Kwun Tong is still much higher than that in Pengcheng. In recent years, Pengcheng has been constantly squeezing the survival of labor-intensive industries. Backed by huge cheap labor and population dividends, many Kwun Tong factories have moved to Pengcheng. This printing factory is now the only remaining large factory in Hong Kong.

Many of the workers in the factory have a community background, but in fact they are all factory workers who are dedicated. Having a community background is nothing more than not being bullied... Such things can be seen everywhere in Hong Kong Island.

Sometimes, looking at these people who are struggling at the bottom of society, it seems strange, but it is much better than the cockroaches in later generations wearing university cloaks.

A man wearing two vests and sweaty clothes walked out of the factory wearing a white towel, took the ice beer that had been pulled out from the bucket, pried open it with his teeth, and poured half a bottle of it, and then he secretly wiped the sweat from his neck and shoulders with the towel.

The temperature in Hong Kong Island in May is quite moderate, but the printing factory is not ventilated, and the working environment makes it very stuffy.

"Master Zhao, thank you for your hard work."

Xing Yifu, who was fat and very rich, wore a snow-white Trueliang shirt and took out two packs of cigarettes from his pocket. One pack of good luck and one pack of little pandas. He handed out a box of good luck and another pack of little pandas, handed it over, and smiled kindly: "Try the mainland goods, they all said it is much better than American goods. I don't understand..."

"Check, tsk! This is a fresh product."

Mr. Zhao picked up one, sniffed it across the tip of his nose, and clamped it on his ear, and smiled and said, "I am worthy of being the editor-in-chief Xing. This kind of cigarette is amazing. This is not an ordinary little panda, this is a limited-edition cigarette from the Magic City Cigarette Factory."

"Haha, I don't understand. This was what my boss stuffed to me yesterday when I had midnight snack with my boss. You know, how can I smoke normally? You must be Zhao Gong, you are really an expert. You are knowledgeable. We will add five to two or one to one and a half bag. You are not allowed to laugh at me for being stingy..."

Xing Yifufu smiled and pulled out a few pieces of Zhao Gong who were forced to make him shy, and the other party looked full of joy.

"Wu Sheng's identity can also reach the Heavenly Court."

Mr. Zhao wrapped the other cigarettes in handkerchiefs, took off the cigarettes in his ears, and sighed: "When I was still working in a state-owned factory, the position of the big leader in our factory was not very big. It was higher than the director of the local revolutionary committee at that time. He was fortunate to have more than half a bag. He was extremely envious. - I can have half a bag now, which is really fortunate to have three lives."

Xing Yifu smiled and narrowed his eyes and waved his hands, looking kind to others, and said, "Mr. Zhao, you will be more worried and responsible for my affairs in the future."

"Where is it, it should be..."

Mr. Zhao smiled kindly and said, "Don't worry, in the future, when it comes to Tiantian Daily and your greetings, I personally have someone to keep an eye on it. It is absolutely true that if you don't have someone, you have your skills! Let the printing effect of Tiantian Daily be NO.1 in Hong Kong!"

"Thank you!" Xing Yifu bowed and thanked.

"Old Zhao, pick that star and look for you for a long time-"

Suddenly, a dry and thin guy who was as dry as a little chicken, wearing a white tight T-shirt and tight nine-cropped pants, Gomini moccasins, and carrying a Versace black bag in his hand. He walked over with three tremblings. The 'spirited guy' with an "olive core" tattoo on his forehead was inexplicably stinging, chewing betel nut and holding a cigarette.

Xing Yifu stared at the olive kernel on the other party’s forehead and looked at it. Could this be the legendary “B forehead pattern, social atmosphere?”

"Hey, fat man, what are you watching?" The little chicken glared at Xing Yifu bluntly, and the latter quickly smiled and bowed.

"This is called the Heavenly Eye, which is specially used to treat you, a fat pig!"

"Aqi, this Mr. Xing is my guest..."

"Ah Qi is your name? Brother Tianyan!" The maid behind him cursed "Mr. Zhao" who was trying to smooth things over, and said, "Mr. Zhao"

"Yes, yes. When you see Brother Tianyan, the Heavenly Eye, it's extraordinary. Erlang Shen and Prince Ma also have one."

Xing Yifu nodded with a smile and said kindly: "But the evil spirit of this tattoo is quite strong. Only those who are extraordinary can tattoo. When you see your brother, you will be so cruel and domineering! Extraordinary sound!"

"The fat man knows a lot."

The sky eyes were blown so well that they reached out to pat Xing Yifu's fat face and said with satisfaction: "Let's go, I'll like you today, I'll spare you."

"Thank you, Brother Tianyan." Xing Yifu clasped his fists and took a step back with a smile.

Brother Tianyan, who had a 13-carved head, smiled proudly, turned his head and said to Zhao Liye and Zhao Gong: "I have a big business here to take care of you,"

"It's okay~ You go and do it." Xing Yifu smiled and waved his hand to Zhao Liye with an apology, walked to the side and pretended to enjoy the cool air, watching the other party talk with these young and dandy boys.

"200,000 copies? Oriental Daily or Ming Pao? Or Tiantian Daily?"

After talking for more than ten minutes, Zhao Liye suddenly screamed.

"None of them-"

Suddenly, a green-haired man in floral half-sleeved led seventy or eighty vicious young and dandy boys to come in.

Brother Tianyan, etc., and more than a dozen young and dandy boys who had arrived earlier, quickly called "Brother Hua".

"From today, you will know the name of "Gossip Weekly"! Old ghost..."

With green hair, the man of Huaming Brother Hua showed an evil and crazy smile.

Xing Yifu raised his eyelids a little, then continued to hang down, pretending to be asleep, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Everything the boss said is right!

Last night, Wu Xiaozu summoned several of their core leaders to talk about his media.

A little bit of wind was revealed to him alone.

This is also the reason why he came here in the evening when the editor-in-chief of Tiantian Daily came here.

As for why they must have really found their own printing factory - isn't this obvious?

The only one who has the ability is still close to each other, but the only one who has a shallow background is this one.

Those printing factories that cooperate with Ming Pao and Oriental Daily also have the strength, but how dare "Gossip Weekly" go there to print "scoop"?

It's relatively safe here.

Not everyone knows the changes in the company's shares and affiliation. At least, it is difficult to find these information before the company is officially disclosed on the listing.

Besides, isn’t this going to lead dozens of young and dandy boys to suppress the situation?

…………

Yau Ma Tei, near the magnificent magnificent.

The parking lot is waiting on the street to park. The chaos of lights makes the night more beautiful and ambiguous.

Light boxes such as "Bao Beimei 150HK$", "Newly made Tuodi 150HK$", "Baijing Mala 100HK$", "Mixed Binmei 120HK$", and "Hot Ghost Girl 300HK$".

From time to time, there are eye-catching words such as "Let's play and do 50 minutes", "Drinks for the whole audience", and "Give discounts to guests".

Anyway, these places are really dirty!

It is definitely not a kind place, it is a place where fish eyes are mixed with pearls, dragons and snakes are mixed with, and it hides dirty and dirty, and is unbearable.

All good people come to criticize and destroy.

This is not only the bad nature of capitalism, but also proves the greatness of socialism!

A light blue 190 drove slowly by the street, which attracted many parking lots to watch.

Even though Hong Kong cars are not expensive, they were not something that ordinary people could drive in the 1980s, let alone Peace. Moreover, there are very few cars of this level in this place.

"Stop."

The flat parking is stopped and the window is slowly pressed.

"Boss, what are your instructions?" The clever parking guy hurriedly ran in front of him.

"Where is Huang Langhui?"

In the back row of Pingzhi, the big Malaysian sword, Cai Zhiming, who was sitting in the back seat with his arms open, spoke directly.

The parking guy's face changed and he slowly retreated.

Bang!

Without waiting for the other party to avoid him, Cai Zhiming grabbed the other party's collar and pulled his head directly into the car window.

Just as the other party was about to resist, the co-pilot's ponytail stretched out a black star from the back of the side of the seat and the other party's forehead. The cold gun scared the parking guy so much that he instantly froze.

"My boss is asking you."

“Big…”

"Speak well, otherwise he will really break you." Cai Zhiming smiled and grabbed the other person's collar. The smile was extremely terrifying in the eyes of the other person, and it was so scary.

The parking lots around them also saw something was wrong here and looked at them one after another.

"Brother Hui has been in charge of Jinbihuihuang recently." The other party cried and begged for mercy, "Brother, please let me go, I..."

"Hide and hide? Stay in charge? Qi-Which room?" Cai Zhiming sneered.

"I really can't say it!"

Click!

The ponytail's thumb holds the hammer.

"The golden and brilliant are above the third floor of the building. Brother Hui is usually in Room 8888 on the 5th floor. There are about seven or eight bodyguards outside the door. There are four or five on the stairs, and there are more than twenty bodyguards in total. There are also brothers from the club around them..." The parking brother provided all of them in one breath, without any delay.

Hurry!

Sacrifice your life to hug your elder brother’s secret?

Only idiots do this!

They just make a living. Do they really have to be loyal, rational and trustworthy when they come out these days, and work hard to the boss?
To be continued...