Hong Kong Variety Show: From Little Brother to Big Boss

When Liu Xu took the initiative to speak, Mang Hui's tense face finally relaxed a little.

In fact, regarding the things that Blind Hui had experienced recently, he had not originally revealed any of his thoughts to Liu Xu.

Ever since he was forced to shoot and kill Sang Kun, Liu Xu has been like an indelible shadow, deeply engraved in his heart.

However, his girlfriend Xiaohui, who depends on him for everything, keeps telling him that "one must be grateful and repay the kindness received", which puts him in a deep dilemma.

After all, although Liu Xu forced him to commit murder, whether it was from the entanglement of Sang Kun or the bullying of the "blue hat" in the alley.

Liu Xu is his savior to some extent.

After a long period of inner struggle and repeated counseling from his girlfriend, Mang Hui finally plucked up the courage and decided to go to the Bi Street Boxing Gym.

Report to Liu Xu about his recent experiences and a piece of news he learned by chance.

Liu Xu's expression remained calm throughout. He showed no impatience nor urged anyone. He just stared at Bian Hui quietly, waiting for him to speak.

Blind Hui timidly raised his head and glanced at Liu Xu, his voice as thin as a mosquito: "Yes... yes, Brother Xu."

"Recently, Chief Inspector Li has been calling me to the police station frequently to inquire about matters concerning Sangkun and Yan Guile. They also threatened me that my girlfriend is an illegal immigrant."

Fearing that Liu Xu might misunderstand, he quickly added: "But I didn't say anything."

"Well, you did a good job." Liu Xu nodded slightly, with approval in his eyes, and patted Manghui's shoulder gently to show encouragement.

Seeing that Liu Xu did not embarrass him, Blind Hui secretly breathed a sigh of relief and continued:

“Also, a few days ago at the Yau Ma Tei Pier Night Market, when I was selling cigarettes and alcohol to a fierce-looking man, I overheard them talking about the words ‘Feng Xu’, Mei and Xiao Liang.

"They were talking in secret. When I approached them, they immediately fell silent and looked alert."

"Although I don't know exactly what they are talking about, I know that 'Feng Xu' is your nickname in the underworld, so I feel it is necessary to report it to you."

After listening to Manghui's report, the smile on Liu Xu's face disappeared, replaced by silence.

He nodded slightly, took out 20,000 Hong Kong dollars from his pocket and gently placed them in Blind Hui's palm. Then, he patted Blind Hui's shoulder vigorously and said gratefully:

"These two pieces of news, no matter which one, are very important to me. I never hesitate to give to friends or family members."

"Take this money. It's a token of my appreciation. If you have similar information in the future, feel free to come to me."

"I have to rush to Wan Chai later to attend a meeting in Central with my boss, so I won't invite you to have tea. When I'm free, I'll personally pour tea for you to express my gratitude."

Upon hearing this, Blind Hui waved his hands and refused: "No need to pour tea for me, Brother Xu..."

Liu Xu ignored Mang Hui's politeness and waved to Bo Zai at the door of the boxing gym.

When Bo Zai trotted over to him, Liu Xu pointed at Blind Hui and ordered:

"Take Blind Fai and her girlfriend Xiao Hui to Yau Ma Tei Police Station to find Danny Lee and ask him to get you a Hong Kong Island Resident Identity Card."

Thinking of Bo Zai's teasing during his previous report, Liu Xu warned: "If you don't do this well, I will break your legs when I come back from the meeting."

After Liu Xu finished speaking, he, Tian Yang, Li Hangluo and others rushed towards Wan Chai as Mang Hui was excited and bowed repeatedly to express his gratitude.

In the car, after Liu Xu explained something to Scorpion Tail on the phone, he fell into deep thought.

In 1984, despite having experienced countless cruel baptisms of natural and man-made disasters, the northern continent finally ushered in a turn of events with good weather and good harvests, just like a long-awaited rain after a long drought.

However, whether it is the sun hanging high in the sky and shining brightly, or the stars shining brightly on the other side of the deep space.

Although they can dispel the evil spirits in the darkness, they are unable to calm the turbulent human hearts and cannot dispel the haze in people's hearts.

In the suburbs of a place with beautiful mountains and rivers, there is a village that seems peaceful but has undercurrents.

At this moment, the villagers were gathering at the entrance of the village in an emotional state. They surrounded a young man with a bruised face and nose, their eyes filled with anger and dissatisfaction.

The young man lowered his head, his hands were tied tightly, and he was unable to resist. He could only allow the villagers to indignantly accuse him of so-called hooliganism.

Although I tried hard to explain something, no one paid any attention.

The voices of the villagers rose one after another, surging like the tide, as if to drown him completely.

Not far from the crowd, a woman in her early forties but with an old face and dense wrinkles was kneeling on the ground. Her figure looked extremely thin and helpless in the afterglow of the setting sun.

Her eyes revealed deep tension and despair, her hair was disheveled with a hint of gray, fluttering gently in the breeze, adding a sense of desolation and sadness.

She kept kowtowed to a woman standing at the edge of the crowd and the arrogant young man beside her, and each kowtow seemed to use up all her strength.

The voice was trembling and weak, with endless pleading and despair: "Please, since we are from the same village, please forgive my son! He is still young and does not understand..."

However, her pleading did not seem to arouse anyone's sympathy or compassion, but instead attracted more ridicule and sarcasm.

The air around seemed to be frozen, so heavy that it was impossible to breathe.

This village, at this moment, seemed to be shrouded in an invisible despair, making it impossible for anyone in the village to break free or escape.

In the bustling and noisy Wan Chai district, Liu Xu, who had just got off the bus and walked through the door of a nightclub, happened to meet Chui Ji who was walking towards the door.

Liu Xu's face lit up with a brilliant smile, and he greeted him enthusiastically: "Boss, what are you talking about? I haven't even arrived yet, and you're planning to leave me and go alone?"

Upon hearing this, Chuiji laughed heartily, with a hint of joking in his tone:

"How is that possible? I saw that you were late and was worried that you might have been stuck in traffic, so I came out to the door to check on you."

Liu Xu waved his finger gently, pointing at Siyan Ming and the other little brothers following behind Chuiji, and said with an exaggerated expression:

"Wow, Brother Ji, you are really giving me face. You brought so many people to greet me. Are you afraid that I will be stuck on the road and can't come back?"

"You are the most outstanding person under my command, so as your elder brother, I must support you. However, now that everyone is here, let's hurry up and set off."

Chuiji patted Liu Xu on the shoulder, then turned around and strode towards his Ferrari 308 GT4.

Just as Chuiji was about to get into the car, he inadvertently caught a glimpse of Liu Xu's brand new car and stopped immediately.

After taking a closer look, he suddenly cursed: "Fuck, you, it turns out that you were the one who organized that huge and imposing convoy last night!"

"You know, the noise scared me so much that I urgently summoned all the troops in the territory!"

Chuiji grabbed Liu Xu's neck and walked towards the Mercedes-Benz half-jokingly and half-seriously:

"Let me tell you, the incident with the motorcade last night cannot be resolved without 100,000 Hong Kong dollars."

Liu Xu broke free from Chuiji's arm, raised his middle finger, and casually opened the car door for Chuiji:

"Tsk, it's still 100,000 Hong Kong dollars. Do you think money comes from the wind? Why don't you try the performance of my car first?"

Chuiji didn't pay attention to Liu Xu's slightly provocative gesture. With a hearty laugh, he bent down and sat in the car.