Rebirth in 1958: Getting rich starts from Nanluoguxiang

This is the poorest place, full of casinos, opium dens and brothels.

In 1959, the population of Kowloon Walled City was only about 8,000 people, and it had not yet entered a period of rapid growth. By the 1970s, there were more than 50,000 people living in Kowloon Walled City, with only two toilets. Almost every corner was filled with rotten meat and dead rats.

There are also the dead bodies that can be seen everywhere. These drug addicts lie down on the roadside without knowing it and never wake up again.

The people who maintain law and order in Kowloon Walled City are the leaders of various social groups. They collect what they euphemistically call sanitation fees, but they are actually protection fees. However, they are also responsible for throwing the dead out of Kowloon City.

Qiu Kenan, deputy director of the Taiwan Military Control Commission's operations department, did not hide in Yan Tong's villa, but fled into the Kowloon Walled City with a few people.

The people who have the final say in the city now include the Thirteen Guardians, the Dragon and Phoenix Hall, and the Overlord Pavilion.

They would not easily leave the city, nor would they allow others to come in easily, so Qiu Kenan could only bring in a few people.

They hid behind a gambling den and secretly discussed their future plans.

Qiu Kenan said while covering his nose.

"I've learned from Nie Aotian of the Bamboo Union that Director Wang Tianhang has been killed. The bureau has ordered me to be responsible for all subsequent operations. Guo Yingnan and Wu Zhihao have already issued a hunting order and a bounty.

They wanted to capture us and the members of the Bamboo Union and send them to Kwai Chong Pier, dead or alive. They would give us HK$10,000 for every person they sent.

This is clearly an attempt to go against us. I have already sent a telegram to my superiors, who have instructed us to fight back and not bring shame to our Military Control Commission.

Now, captains, tell me what we should do? We can't just hide in this rat hole and wait for this to blow over."

Several action team leaders looked at each other in silence. They really couldn't think of any solution.

Qiu Kenan's confidant, the captain of the third team, Song Yamin, spoke from the side.

"Comrade, this matter is extremely dangerous. If we are not careful, we will all be drowned. If you ask me, since we can't escape, then we should take the initiative."

Qiu Kenan and several captains all looked at him. Song Yamin was known as the Little Zhuge Liang. He was known to be vicious, cruel and resourceful.

Song Yamin's eyes were grim. He never expected that after a mission, he would end up in such a situation.

"Old Song, how can we strike first and gain the upper hand?"

When it comes to expressing their ideas, these captains are more timid than the other, but when it comes to taking action, they are still very strong.

Qiu Kenan also nodded and looked at Song Yamin.

"We have thousands of Taiwanese people in Hong Kong, and tens of thousands of people rely on us for their livelihoods. If these people were to fight against the gang, they would be no match for us. So, let's create chaos in Hong Kong so that they won't have time to worry about us."

"What kind of chaos?"

Song Yamin sneered.

"The riots, our people and the Bamboo Union, changed into ordinary people's clothes, and started to beat, smash, and rob shops, restaurants, and other places, attracting more rioters to come in, causing chaos in the whole of Hong Kong. In the end, the British Hong Kong government had no choice but to impose martial law to quell the riots. Once the British Hong Kong government took action, these social groups became obedient.

By then, we can come up with a few scapegoats and we'll be completely safe."

Qiu Kenan clapped his hands with great joy.

"This is a great idea. Our people, plus the Bamboo Union, and those Taiwanese who follow our orders, together number at least thousands, enough to start a riot.

Everyone, let’s not talk about the long-term consequences, just for our lives, we will fight this time.”

The captains were all desperate criminals. When they heard that the director had made the decision, they no longer hesitated and started planning immediately.

Song Yamin continued.

"Didn't they decide to start the action at seven o'clock? This mob has no organization, but we do. We will also start at seven o'clock in the wealthy areas of West Kowloon and riot all the way to Mong Kok and Tsim Sha Tsui.

Once the government sends out the riot police, we will retreat to Kowloon and we will be safe.”

Qiu Kenan and several other captains agreed that time was of the essence and the mission was heavy. They slipped out of Kowloon Walled City and dispersed to contact their own people and the Bamboo Union...

……

No one knew that the most brutal riot since the founding of Hong Kong was about to happen. The follow-up of this incident directly changed the decision of the British Hong Kong government towards Taiwan, so that within 30 years, no Taiwanese capital could enter Hong Kong. This made the Taiwanese capitalists stamp their feet and beat their chests in regret.

After dinner, everyone changed into tight clothes. Guo Yingnan got a set of British special forces clothes for Dabao from somewhere, including a camouflage shirt with a small lapel, camouflage trousers, and a pair of combat boots, which made Dabao look even more heroic.

Yu Zecheng and Mu Wanqiu also put on makeup and tight clothes. They were going to follow Dabao to Kuichong Wharf.

At this time, the phone rang and Uncle Qing ran over to answer the phone. It turned out to be Clam Ho. West Kowloon was his territory, where many Taiwanese businessmen lived and there were shops. He asked Guo Yingnan to bring people over to watch a good show.

Dabao also became interested, so he took Yu Zecheng and his wife, followed by Guo Yingnan and others to Kowloon.

Everyone drove to the Grand Hyatt Restaurant in West Kowloon. Bo Hao had already booked the restaurant. The shops opposite the restaurant were all run by Taiwanese people.

Dabao also guessed the content of the show, but he was not interested in it, so he took the knife and slowly walked towards East Kowloon. What interested him most here was Kowloon Walled City.

He put on a beige windbreaker over his camouflage uniform, put his hands in his pockets, and walked slowly along the street, with Xiaodao following behind him.

There was a fish ball seller on the street. An uncle with a stubble on his face was cooking fish balls with a smile on his face. The smell of curry fish balls wafted over from afar. Dabao walked over with a smile and looked at the fish balls rolling in the pot. The soup was thick and the golden fish balls were floating in it. It was so delicious that Dabao felt a little greedy.

"Uncle, how much are the fish balls?"

He spoke in Beijing dialect, without any Cantonese Chaozhou accent, but the uncle still spoke with a smile.

"Young man, you're from the north, right? Have you ever tried our Hong Kong specialty, fish balls? I make these fish balls with my own hands, so they're absolutely springy. How about a bowl? Eight balls a bowl, only $1.20."

Dabao smiled and nodded.

"Give me two."

Xiaodao also came over and handed the boss a ten-yuan bill, and the boss gave him a lot of change.

Dabao walked forward slowly, holding the fish balls. The fish balls were seasoned with curry. Chinese people have rarely eaten curry, so they find it a little difficult to get used to it.

But these fish balls are really good. They must be made by beating the dace into a paste, adding seasonings from Southeast Asia, and then finally processing it...