After passing Luohu Port, Lin Sanqi hailed a taxi:
"Master, go to Kowloon Temple Street."
Lin Sanqi was still thinking about what materials would be written on the envelope given by Leader Liu and whether he could do it, so he blurted out a mouthful of Mandarin.
When the taxi driver heard this, he curled his lips and said to himself:
"Strange, how can a country bumpkin from the north afford a taxi? Don't they just sneak around and beg for food to get to the city? They can't even afford the fare, right?"
Lin Sanqi came to his senses, took out his Hong Kong household registration from his pocket, and cursed in Cantonese:
"Pull yourself! Look at what this is! Do you think you're the only noble Hong Konger? You curse at people all the time. No wonder you've been driving a taxi your whole life."
What Lin Sanqi didn't know was that these days, it wasn't just domestic drivers who were considered precious; drivers abroad were equally hard to mess with.
"Damn it! Who are you calling a fool? Do you believe I'll kill you? Get out of here!"
The taxi driver thought Lin Sanqi was young and easy to bully, so he turned around and was about to hit him when he was suddenly hit on the forehead by a hard object.
Well, the driver was a middle-aged bald man. He had been driving a taxi for many years and was naturally experienced. Anyway, the thing on his head was not some small toy.
That's right, it's a gun, not some other 18 cm thing.
"First, sir, let's talk it out. It's my fault for being foul-mouthed, I deserve to be beaten. I'm Gang Can, I'm Pujie~~"
The taxi driver was experienced and immediately knew what the hard object on his forehead was, and he begged for mercy.
Lin Sanqi tapped him on the head a few times with his gun:
"Drive to Temple Street. You can jump out of the car and call the police. Let's see who's faster, your body or my bullet."
"No, no, go to Temple Street. I'll drive right away and take you there as quickly as possible with the best service."
Lin Sanqi put away his pistol and cursed in his heart:
Bitch, when I'm polite to you you call me a Yankee, but when I'm mean to you you call me daddy?
Therefore, for some untouchables in Hong Kong, it is useless to just show kindness and appeasement. They should take action when it is time to do so. Those who do not treat mainlanders as compatriots should all be expelled and sent to find their father, the Eagle Country, and get out of here as far away as possible.
The taxi driver drove very fast and didn't dare to make any small movements along the way.
Hong Kong in the 1960s was as chaotic as it could be. Apart from the major social groups and gangs, the biggest gangsters were those police officers.
Among them, the four inspectors Lui Lok, Lan Gang, Han Sen and Yan Xiong were the most powerful figures in the Hong Kong police force at that time. They not only held real power in the police system, but also had close ties with gangs, forming a situation where both the black and white sides were in control.
To be honest, a taxi driver is at the bottom of society and will not easily offend a gangster with a gun, otherwise he will not know how he died.
An hour later, the taxi drove into Temple Street.
Just as Lin Sanqi was about to take out the fare from his wallet, the taxi driver immediately nodded and said:
"Sir, there's no need to pay for the fare. Consider it an apology for the offense I just caused you."
Lin Sanqi snorted and got off the car without paying.
Under normal circumstances, he would not bully others like this, but he had no good impression of Hong Kong people in both eras, so naturally he would not be polite to them.
What's the point of being good at talking? Go find a lawyer and sue me.
After all, these Hong Kong people are just ordinary people in small cities and will never understand the principle that political power comes from the barrel of a gun.
Watching the taxi fleeing at the speed of light, Lin Sanqi felt extremely happy. He thought to himself how exciting and fun it was to play in a society without the rule of law. It was not about who had more money, but who had more guns.
Thinking of the warehouse full of advanced weapons, Lin Sanqi felt that his Lin Family Gang was extremely powerful. He wished that each of him could fire a rocket launcher and attack the Government House immediately.
Lin Sanqi got off the car and stood on the road. He saw a long line in front of Lingnantang Pharmacy and felt a little curious.
Why does it feel like there's an unusually long line of people buying medicine today? I didn't see any Double 11 sales ads at the entrance.
At this time, Uncle Lin Wu just came out and saw Lin Sanqi standing there watching the fun, so he hurried over:
"Xiao Qi, you're finally here. Have you dealt with the matters in the mainland?"
"Uncle Wu, don't worry about the mainland. By the way, why is our pharmacy business so popular? Have you invented any secret medicine?"
Uncle Lin Wu sighed and said:
"The medicine is still the same formula: Angong Niuhuang Wan, Pian Zai Huang, Duanxue Liu, and Aoaojiao. Aoaojiao, in particular, is in short supply right now.
We originally ran a small workshop upstairs, with limited production, so our products were sold out as soon as they hit the market, and there was no need to queue. Now the pharmaceutical factory in Lizhi Wo is up and running, and production is over ten times what it used to be.
If more pills are produced, the supply on the market will be sufficient, but we have a large backlog of pills. If we can't sell them all, we will suffer a huge loss.
See? Those guys in flowered shirts over there are gang members. This group of people often fight with others, and what they need most is to stop the bleeding.
The few people wearing suits over there are managers of various nightclubs in Hong Kong, and those wearing cheongsams are prostitutes on Portland Street next door. These people just stared at them and clamored to buy as much as they could.
So I estimate that our pharmacy's monthly turnover could be at least more than 10 million Hong Kong dollars. I just don't know how much it costs you to purchase the medicinal materials, but as long as the profit exceeds 30%, we will make a fortune.
What a pity..."
If the turnover could reach hundreds of millions in the 1960s, it would definitely be the leader in the Hong Kong pharmaceutical industry.
Lin Sanqi thought that the profit was more than 30%. Now both the pharmaceutical factory and the pharmacy were owned by him, and there was no rent to pay.
The medicinal materials are all exchanged with the mainland, at almost zero cost.
The biggest expense is labor, but the laborers are 500 retired soldiers recruited from the mainland. Calculated at a monthly salary of 500 yuan, the total cost is only 250,000 Hong Kong dollars.
Adding miscellaneous fees, taxes, etc., Lingnan Hall's profit should be more than 80%.
Moreover, as the veterans gradually become familiar with the production process, efficiency will be improved, more pills will be supplied, and the profits will be higher.
Just these four secret recipes are enough for the Lin family to gain a foothold in Hong Kong.
Lin Sanqi was calculating in his mind, his eyes scanning the queue. He didn't understand what Uncle Lin Wu's sigh meant. What was he regretting?
Because at this time he suddenly found that several shop assistants in the fruit shop next door seemed quite familiar.
"Hey, isn't this Wang Jin?"
Seeing Lin Sanqi's surprised expression, Wang Jin almost cried when he saw Lin Sanqi coming, and quickly winked at Lin Sanqi.
Lin Sanqi was confused, so he walked into the fruit shop and found that all the guys there were retired soldiers. However, their faces did not look very good, and their smiles were quite forced.
Lin Sanqi picked up an apple and started to eat it, then asked curiously:
"Wang Jin, why are you selling fruit instead of working at the pharmaceutical factory?"
Wang Jin still had something to report, so he quickly explained in a low voice:
"Boss, this was arranged by Deputy Manager Qi. It's not just our fruit shop. Look at the grocery store and laundry across the street, the shoe repair shop and roast goose shop over there, as well as that dessert shop and gold shop. They're all our people."
Lin Sanqi stood at the door and observed for a while, then found that these shops were distributed in a regular pattern, with Lingnan Hall Chinese Medicine Clinic as the center, and all the shops around it were in a "guarding" state.
Wang Jin continued to explain in a low voice:
"This is the arrangement made by Deputy Manager Qi. We at Yunzitang have 100 people stationed in the city, mainly to protect the safety of the boss's family and the safety of Lingnantang Chinese Medicine Clinic.
Now Master Jiageng and Miss Zhenzhen are picked up and dropped off by our brothers when they go to school every day. In addition, if the boss's family wants to travel, they will be accompanied by at least one driver and two bodyguards.
Our shops are equipped with machetes and steel pipes. If anyone dares to cause trouble in the Chinese medicine clinic, Deputy Manager Qi has asked our 100 brothers nearby to eliminate the invading enemy as quickly as possible. At least on Temple Street, we must have 100% control."
Lin Sanqi's eyes lit up when he heard this:
"Ah, that's a good idea. If the entire Temple Street is full of our people, then we can block the entire street at any time and absolutely prevent even a single rat from entering or leaving. It seems that Lao Qi still has a strategic vision." (End of this chapter)
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