Lin Sanqi's bulletproof Benz drove out of Lingnan Hospital and was immediately sandwiched between two jeeps, one in front and one behind.
The five passengers in the leading car in front were all soldiers from Guangdong and Guangxi recruited by Lingnan Hall. They were able to protect the boss and must have the strongest fighting capacity.
The seats have all been modified, and there are all kinds of weapons in the car, ready to be taken out and fired at any time.
However, the relevant departments are afraid that some retired soldiers will lose themselves in the glamorous world of Hong Kong, or be instigated by enemy spies to kidnap the God of Wealth.
Therefore, a 10-man team was specially arranged, the legendary Nanzhonghai bodyguards, whose loyalty was absolutely 100%, taking turns to protect Lin Sanqi 24 hours a day.
In this way, when Lin Sanqi was in Hong Kong, there were actually two security teams, which were independent of each other, to ensure the absolute safety of this God of Wealth.
Lin Sanqi himself had no objection to such security.
He is not like other novel protagonists, who have the spirit of a cuckold. With a wave of his hand, all the societies in Hong Kong bow down to him and are willing to serve him as their lord.
How chaotic is Hong Kong at this time? Especially in the New Territories and Kowloon, it is simply the world of Hey Society and Black Cat Sheriff.
Even in the face of the corruption of the Hong Kong Eagle government and the police force, society can only bow down to them.
Don't mention that Lin Sanqi has no martial arts skills. Even if he is good at martial arts, he can be shot down with one shot. There is no place to cry.
So the relevant departments are willing to send people to protect him, so Lin Sanqi Ba must send more people.
Of course, he also knew that another responsibility of these bodyguards was to monitor him.
If Lin Sanqi were to commit treason one day, he would most likely be shot to death by these special department bodyguards.
But will that day ever come? Lin Sanqi had a clear conscience and naturally wasn't afraid of being followed by several surveillance cameras.
Wang Jin sat next to him. As the intelligence chief and bodyguard captain of Lingnan Hall in Hong Kong, he was Lin Sanqi's absolute confidant.
At this time, he was introducing Lin Sanqi:
"Boss, this time we're going to Tiu Keng Leng. It's home to the largest refugee camp in Hong Kong, housing approximately 40,000 mainland Chinese citizens."
Lin Sanqi smacked his lips. "That name sounds creepy. Hanging?"
Wang Jin and the driver Huang Xiaoji both laughed when they heard this:
"Boss, you don't know this. Tiu Keng Leng was originally called Hanging Neck Ridge. It's said that a few decades ago, a wealthy man set up a factory there. After losing money, he hanged himself, hence the name Hanging Neck Ridge."
Lin Sanqi looked at the increasingly desolate scenery outside the car window and thought that the Hong Kong Eagle government could not be so kind as to provide his compatriots with a good place to settle down.
Tiu Keng Leng is located in the southeastern New Territories. Before land reclamation in the 1960s, it is almost entirely continuous mountainous area, making transportation very inconvenient and requiring a winding mountain road.
Just like Lai Chi Wo, it is a place that neither Hong Kong people nor foreigners want to come to. You can imagine how miserable these people who fled to Hong Kong were.
Even though Lin Sanqi was mentally prepared, he was still shocked when he actually arrived at the refugee camp.
All I could see were small, makeshift wooden houses, densely packed all the way up the hillside, giving me the feeling of a slum in Sao Paulo, Brazil, with sewage flowing everywhere.
Lin Sanqi asked with emotion:
"Wang Jin, is this where our mainland Chinese compatriots live? The environment is too bad, right? They don't even have basic water and electricity."
Standing in the middle of it, Lin Sanqi could smell a strong stench.
Tens of thousands of people gathered in this refugee camp. Let alone other things, the stuff these tens of thousands of people put in there is enough to make the refugee camp stink.
Wang Jin smiled bitterly and pointed at the wooden houses in front of him and said:
"Boss, these wooden houses are the homes of most of the people who fled to Hong Kong. I went in and saw that there were four wooden boards, each 3 meters long and 2 meters wide, connected end to end. Two large boards were placed on top to form a roof, enclosing a space of 9 square meters.
A layer of iron plate is baked onto the outside of the wooden board, and doors and windows are dug out, and a wooden house is formed. The whole family can live in it, and at least there is a place to shelter from the wind and rain.
But even wooden houses like these are not suitable for everyone to live in. Many compatriots who fled to Hong Kong could only live in caves, dilapidated temples, abandoned factories and mines, etc., and were no different from beggars.
Lin Sanqi nodded, thinking that although these mainland compatriots could not leave the New Territories and could not reach the city, they would not be able to obtain Hong Kong residence permits.
However, as long as I stay in Hong Kong for a few more years, the household registration problem will eventually be solved, so I can be considered lucky.
For example, Roman Tam, who was later known as the "Godfather of Hong Kong Music", also fled from Huadu to Hong Kong in 1962. He was already 18 years old at that time.
It is possible that the future singer who sang "Tie Xue Dan Xin" is in this refugee camp now.
Among those who fled to Hong Kong, the most amazing one was Ni Kuang, one of the "Four Talents of Hong Kong" who wrote many best-selling martial arts novels, science fiction novels and dramas.
This guy fled all the way from Inner Mongolia to Hong Kong. You can imagine the hardships he went through. He almost had a life-or-death experience. Therefore, Ni Kuang was always hostile to the mainland and never returned to it.
Most of the unfortunate compatriots who fled to Hong Kong died on the road or were buried at sea. There are no specific statistics.
Lin Sanqi's other identity is the chief officer of Bao'an County, and he knows the most about this.
He only tightly blocked the eastern part of Bao'an County and the area east of the Beijing-Guangzhou Railway, but intentionally or unintentionally left a passage in the west to allow people fleeing to Hong Kong to pass through.
Moreover, in Deep Bay (Shenzhen Bay), the coastal blockade was not strict. He even deliberately asked border guards to reduce the number of patrols to allow those fleeing to Hong Kong to leave with peace of mind.
We have to leave them a way out.
Once people are pushed into a corner, they can do anything, and in the end both sides will suffer.
Lin Sanqi looked at the wooden house in front of him and suddenly asked:
"Then how do we solve the food problem for these tens of thousands of people?"
Wang Jin pointed to a cement house a few hundred meters away and said:
"Food is no problem. The Hong Kong Eagle government provides food every day. Although the food is not good, it is enough for these refugees to survive. At least it is better than starving to death in their hometown.
But not everyone among these refugees is waiting for relief, and many are working very hard.
For example, there are schools in refugee camps that teach Cantonese, English, and provide academic education. As long as you are willing to work hard, you can at least get a high school diploma, and if you have money, you can even go to college.
In addition, many young and middle-aged people will obtain temporary Hong Kong identity cards, so that they can work in construction sites, garment factories, yarn spinning mills and other places that do not require skills.
I know a compatriot who works at a construction site until 9pm every day, and then shows up on Connaught Road at 6:30am to start sweeping the dust off the streets. He only gets four hours of sleep a day.
Lin Sanqi nodded:
"People need to learn how to save themselves. If you eat relief food every day, you won't starve to death, but you will always be at the bottom of society and won't be able to create a good environment for your family, your wife and children.
This time we're looking for workers, and we're looking for ambitious mainland compatriots. We don't want those who just want to get by. By the way, where is our recruitment booth?"
Wang Jin pointed to a building not far away that looked like a community center and said:
"It's over there. Uncle Six is here in person for this recruitment."
Lin Sanqi started walking: "Let's go and take a look."
The Tiu Keng Leng Refugee Camp Management Centre is a three-storey building. The staff there are all local social workers from Hong Kong, who are responsible for the daily management of the refugee camp.
At this time, there was a large recruitment notice hanging on the wall, with the words "Lingnan Pharmacy" clearly visible on it.
It is not uncommon to recruit workers in refugee camps. Factories that are in urgent need of workers will come here to recruit workers, and this is also encouraged and supported by the Hong Kong Eagle government.
After all, it is a heavy burden for the government to support so many refugees.
At the same time, cheap labor can also help the development of Hong Kong's industry, which is a win-win situation.
However, refugees can only get temporary ID cards when going out to work, and their activities are limited to factories. They cannot go out, otherwise they will be arrested.
This is actually a disguised form of contract labor.
At this time, a large group of literate refugees were gathered in front of a recruitment notice. When Lin Sanqi walked over, he saw many people leaving while cursing.
Lin Sanqi was somewhat stunned. He grabbed the middle-aged male refugee who cursed the most fiercely and asked:
"Brother, what's going on? Is there something wrong with the Lingnan Pharmacy recruitment?" (End of this chapter)
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
