Hong Kong Variety Show: From Little Brother to Big Boss

In a small ordinary restaurant in Taiwan, scattered guests were chatting around the table.

The diners spoke in various accents, and the topics ranged from family matters to street anecdotes, with bursts of laughter breaking out from time to time.

In the kitchen, a thin middle-aged man was shaking the pot and ladle with a slightly clumsy movement. The fire made his cheeks red, and the hair on his forehead was stuck together in clumps by sweat.

His name is Song Zihao. He had just been released from prison and wanted to return to Hong Kong Island. He wanted to burn incense and kowtow to repent for his father who died because of him, and to apologize to his younger brother.

But as the saying goes, a penny can make a hero fall. Being penniless, he had no choice but to face reality and find a job in Taiwan first to solve the problem of food and accommodation before saving money to go home.

Fortunately, before he started working as a money launderer, he still had the cooking skills he learned.

At this moment, Song Zihao was concentrating on staring at the vegetables rolling in the pot. The green leaves were sizzling in the boiling oil and gradually became shiny and soft.

He wants to make money, he wants to go home, and he wants to see the people he has hurt.

"Ah Hao, Ah Hao! Are the dishes ready? The customers are waiting impatiently!"

The proprietress, wearing an apron stained with oil, rushed into the kitchen in a hurry, with her hands on her hips, and her voice was so sharp that it could cut through the noisy background noise.

Her bloated body moved flexibly in the narrow space. Her eyes swept across the stove in front of Ah Hao, and her brows instantly twisted into a knot.

"Oh my! You've overcooked the vegetables! They've all wilted! The customer's going to yell at you!"

Song Zihao's hands trembled, and he almost dropped the spatula. He quickly apologized with a smile: "Boss lady, it will be ready soon, it will be ready soon. I'll adjust the seasoning, and I guarantee it will taste good."

As he spoke, he quickly sprinkled salt into the pot and poured a little soy sauce on it, his movements hurried yet cautious.

The proprietress rolled her eyes impatiently and muttered, "Really? I thought I had found a treasure by hiring you as a chef, but it turns out you're a half-baked one."

"If you hadn't begged me to keep you, saying that I only wanted food and lodging, and a salary, I wouldn't have kept you."

After saying that, she twisted her waist and rushed out, leaving a pungent smell of perfume in the air.

The smile on Song Zihao's face instantly collapsed, and his eyes dimmed a little, but he quickly regained his spirits and put the stir-fried vegetables into the plate.

He hurried through the narrow aisle and came to a table of guests: "Hey brothers, the food is here, the food is here. Sorry to have kept you waiting."

One of the young men, with a face full of flesh, glanced at him sideways, then suddenly reached out and grabbed his wrist, grinning, "Hey, Madam Boss, have you hired a new chef?"

"Although you are wearing rags, your face looks clean. Have you found a lover?" A burst of laughter suddenly broke out around them.

Song Zihao frowned and subconsciously wanted to pull his hand back, but he forced himself not to move. He just smiled and said, "Brother, you're joking. I make a living by my cooking skills."

"Besides, our boss lady is a serious person. Please let go. There are several customers waiting. I have to go back to cook."

"Cooking skills? I think the vegetables you stir-fried are not as good as my dog's... huh?" The young man who was originally planning to find fault with the new chef stopped talking immediately.

After chewing a few mouthfuls, he changed the subject: "It seems not bad, Chun Ge, you try it!"

The young man with a fat face called Chun Ge took the chopsticks suspiciously, picked up a few vegetables and put them into his mouth.

After chewing twice, his eyes suddenly lit up, and his cheeks puffed up as he mumbled, "Hey, this dish of vegetables tastes really good, sour and spicy, perfect for eating with rice."

Seeing this, the people at the same table stretched out their chopsticks to taste the food, while Song Zihao quickly retreated to the kitchen when his wrist was released and continued to work on the remaining dishes.

While Song Zihao was busy in the small restaurant, Hong Kong Island was across the sea from Taiwan.

A young man in police uniform was tidying up his desk after get off work when he suddenly caught sight of the date on the calendar. His body froze and a look of resentment involuntarily appeared on his face.

"Ajie, what are you doing standing there? It's time to get off work!" Zhao Li, who successfully took over the position of Chief Inspector Li Xiuxian, patted Song Zijie on the shoulder.

Song Zijie snapped back to his senses, quickly suppressed the resentful look on his face, and forced a stiff smile: "Sir Zhao, I suddenly remembered that there is a report that I haven't sorted out yet."

"I'll try again, you guys go first."

Zhao Li had such a keen eye that he could not fail to notice something was wrong with Song Zijie.

But since Song Zijie didn't say it clearly, Zhao Li didn't ask forcefully. He just patted him on the shoulder and said, "Don't try too hard. Your health is the foundation of everything. I'm leaving now."

After his colleagues left one after another, Song Zijie was the only one left in the office area.

He slowly walked to the window and looked out at the brightly lit yet somewhat cold night view of Hong Kong Island. He clenched his fists tightly, and his knuckles turned white from the force.

The two dates that were specially circled on the calendar were his father's memorial day and the day when the person he loved the most and hated the most was released from prison.

The frozen images kept flashing in Song Zijie's mind, like a sharp blade, cutting his heart again and again.

"Song Zihao, why don't you just die? I will never forgive you."

Song Zijie gritted his teeth, his eyes full of hatred.

But deep within this hatred, there is an imperceptible trace of confusion.

In a small restaurant in Taiwan, Song Zihao was busy cooking.

As the days passed, he became familiar with the cooking skills he had abandoned.

Not only did he become familiar with the preparation of various dishes, but he also made some innovations and improvements based on the tastes of the customers. The business of the small restaurant also changed because of Song Zihao's actions.

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In the leisure area of Dongsheng Building, Liu Xu frowned slightly.

Because he was not sure when Song Zihao would be released from prison, when he sent people to Taiwan to investigate, the other party had already been released from prison and had been working in an unknown small restaurant for half a month.

He and Lian Sheng have not established a branch in Taiwan, and the intelligence team has not extended its tentacles to Taiwan. In this situation, trying to find someone in Taiwan is like looking for a needle in a haystack.

Unless they seek help from local gangs or conduct large-scale newspaper advertising.

The former would make He Liansheng owe a favor to the local gangs in Taiwan, while the latter would likely scare the other party, causing them to hide deeper.

Recalling the plot he had seen in his previous life, Liu Xu finally rejected Scorpion Tail's proposal to send a large number of people to Taiwan.

Anyway, the other party will eventually have to return to Hong Kong Island, so he only needs to keep an eye on the veteran of the United Taxi Company, the United Taxi Company founded by Uncle Hua.

Publishing a news report about Song Zijie being in danger can also lure Song Zihao out.

There are many ways to do it. There is no need to waste time and money sending people to Taiwan to find it. Fishing with Liansheng, whoever wants to take the bait will succeed with a 100% success rate.

Yesterday morning, the Sun Kee group finally completed its preparations and brazenly invaded the Kwun Tong and Stanley areas.

The Kwun Tong team was led by Mai Gao, a brave and combative subordinate of Huang Jinqiang, while the Stanley team was led by Axe Jun, who was nicknamed "the man who kills his relatives for the sake of justice" by the underworld.

The former's own fighting power is not low, and he has a group of younger brothers who have seen blood. In addition, with the strong support of the headquarters, he easily took over the richest street in Kwun Tong.

The latter was already a well-known celebrity in the industry, with money and connections. Even before he switched to New Times, he had beaten everyone so badly that no one dared to touch Tsim Sha Tsui East.

Taking over the small district of Stanley is naturally a piece of cake.

Axe Jun has been feeling very upset after suffering losses to He Liansheng repeatedly.

Therefore, after gaining a foothold in the Stanley area, he did not stop expanding and wanted to clean up Stanley in one go.

In the end, they were boycotted by the three people including the United Pai Gou, Hutchison Big Fireworks and the Black Hearted Dan of the Number Gang, and were only able to hold it off with the help of Cheng Li.

The goal failed, but after this battle, Axe Jun regained his lost face.