Hong Kong Variety Show: From Little Brother to Big Boss

As Liu Xu and his younger brothers gradually went deeper into the slums, the surrounding environment became increasingly depressing.

The surrounding scene became increasingly desolate. Every broken wall and every mottled crack silently told of the hardships faced by the residents here.

At this moment, the middle-aged man followed closely by Liu Xu stopped and respectfully pointed at the small house on the side that was almost swallowed up by time.

The windows of the cabin were broken and the door was shaky, as if it would collapse at any time.

"Uncle, oh no, boss, the Zhou Haiqing family you are looking for lives here." The middle-aged man's voice was full of flattery, and he was afraid that any neglect would cause Liu Xu's dissatisfaction.

As he spoke, he gently pushed the dilapidated door with his finger.

As the door frame turned, the door made a sharp "creaking" sound, instantly breaking the silence of the cabin and waking up the owner of the house.

Inside the house, an elderly woman's voice sounded weak and expectant, "Is it Xiaoqiang? Is my grandson Xiaoqiang back?" Her voice was mixed with coughs.

This familiar voice confirmed that Liu Xu had come to the right place. He glanced at the middle-aged man and said coldly, "Get lost."

After receiving the signal of release, the middle-aged man turned around quickly like a frightened bird and left the scene almost running away, leaving behind a series of hurried and panicked footsteps echoing in the narrow alley.

Liu Xu strode into the house. His eyes penetrated the dim light and swept over the furnishings in the house that could barely be called furniture.

Finally, his eyes fell on the bed that was made of only two layers of straw and looked extremely shabby.

An elderly man was struggling to stand up with all his strength. He looked at Liu Xu with his wrinkled and tired eyes. There was both doubt and anxiety in his eyes.

Liu Xu did not let the silence last too long. He walked forward naturally and pulled over a three-legged stool from the side.

After sitting down, he took the initiative to remind her: "Auntie Wang, I think you should still remember me, right? After all, it was me who arranged for your son to be sent to prison."

Wang Ping's eyes flickered slightly at Liu Xu's reminder. After a moment of confusion, memories came flooding back like a tide.

It made her instantly remember that the other person was the one who sent people to forcibly take her and her grandson away, and was also the one who indirectly caused her to be bedridden.

She pursed her dry lips, her body trembling slightly, and her stumbling voice carried a hint of pleading: "This... this boss, you... you... you personally come to me for something?"

Liu Xu, who was planning to use the money issue as an excuse to cause trouble for others, did not beat around the bush and said directly, "Auntie Wang, I want to know where the 10,000 Hong Kong dollars I gave you are now?"

Hearing this, Wang Ping's face turned pale instantly. Thinking of the money that had been robbed, she showed a resentful expression on her face.

Suddenly, there was the sound of cans colliding outside the house, followed by a childish and vigilant question: "Who are you and why are you guarding outside my door?"

(In the 80s, Hong Kong, like Guangdong, called grandma "嫲嫲".)

The grandson's voice brought Wang Ping back to reality, and she quickly suppressed the resentment on her face.

Thinking that Liu Xu was here to get the money back, she didn't dare to tell him the fact that the money had been stolen. She knew very well that it was better to have less trouble than more.

He struggled tremblingly, knelt on the bed, and pleaded in his eyes: "Boss, the money... the money has been spent by me, but please rest assured, I will definitely... definitely find a way to pay it back to you."

"Even if I lose everything, I will return the money to you. I just ask you to give me some time."

Liu Xu waved his hand to stop her from begging. "I'm not asking for the money back. I just want to know who dared to take away the things I gave to others without my consent."

He looked at Aunt Wang's hesitant eyes and reminded her in a threatening tone: "Aunt Wang, your grandson is outside the house now. I advise you to think carefully about whether to tell her or not."

Hearing this, Wang Ping did not dare to hesitate any longer and lowered her head to explain softly, "It was taken away by a man named Huo Bao from Temple Street."

Liu Xu looked at Scorpion Tail and Wolf Boy beside him and asked, "The hot topic in Yau Ma Tei? Do I have such a person under my command?"

Scorpion Tail stepped forward and said, "Boss, I know. They are not our people. They are from the buffer zone between Yau Ma Tei and Jordan, and they are the subordinates of Smokey Lok."

Hearing this, Liu Xu stood up, cleaned his ears, and kicked the bench under his buttocks. The "bang" sound startled Wang Ping who was kneeling.

He pointed at Wang Ping and said to Scorpion Tail, "His son is now working for me, so they are also one of my own. You help them find a new place to live in Yau Ma Tei, and the others can come with me."

Liu Xu knew that many people would be watching him because of the shooting, but he didn't care. He led the convoy and rushed through, successfully arriving at Gansu Street in the buffer zone.

There are three streets in the buffer zone between Yau Ma Tei and Jordan, namely Gansu Street, Beihai Street and Sai Kung Street. Gansu Street is close to Yau Ma Tei, and Sai Kung Street is close to Jordan.

As soon as he stepped out of the car, Liu Xu's eyes met Sang Kun, who was guarding the street intersection with dozens of brothers.

This veteran, who is also a member of the He Liansheng Red Stick, has rich experience, but he cannot hide the gap in strength between him and Liu Xu.

Liu Xu's territory in Yau Ma Tei is almost completely occupied, while Sang Kun has always been hiding in the buffer zone between Yau Ma Tei and Jordan, with only two small streets under his control.

There is no comparison in terms of younger brothers. Liu Xu's younger brothers can be described as strong and powerful, while Sang Kun's younger brothers are just ugly. There are all kinds of people, including Taoist friends, gamblers, and a mixed bag.

Seeing Liu Xu appear, Sang Kun put on a smile on his face, which was mixed with a bit of flattery and uneasiness, and hurried forward to greet him.

There was a hint of deliberate enthusiasm in his voice: "Brother Xu, your visit really makes my Gansu Street proud! I don't know what Brother Xu is here for. If you are looking for someone, I can help."

Liu Xu did not feel the slightest bit proud of Sang Kun's humility.

In this community world where strength is respected, as long as you have a strong fist, many followers and a large territory, you will find that you are surrounded by friends.

However, it is hard to say what kind of people these friends are.

If you have few followers and a small territory, you will also find yourself surrounded by enemies. This is called "reality".

He took the initiative to extend his hand and gently shook hands with Sang Kun. His tone was both polite and confident: "Brother Kun, you are too polite. I came here tonight because I do need your help with a small matter."

Hearing this, Sang Kun wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, then quickly adjusted his expression, and the smile on his face became particularly sincere.

He patted his chest and stamped his feet, promising: "Brother Xu, you said, as long as I, Sang Kun, can help, I will definitely do my best and will never shirk my responsibilities."

Liu Xu nodded slightly, his eyes swept around, and finally landed on the brightly lit tea restaurant not far away. He pointed there.

His tone was full of unquestionable determination: "I would like you to help me pass a message to Yan Guile on Sai Kung Street, asking him to bring his little brother Huo Bao to go to the tea restaurant together."

"I have some matters that I need to discuss with him in person."

After hearing this, although Sang Kun felt a little confused, he did not dare to show it on his face and could only nod in agreement.