Chapter 35 035【Reaching the Finish Line】

Rumble!

The sky thundered!

Slap!

A drop of rain fell on the road.

In the front, Wei Charlie, who was sitting in the convertible Ford sedan, was biting his second cigarette, and turned his head triumphantly to glance at the back, and then the cigarette he was biting almost fell off!

I saw a rickshaw chasing behind, and dozens of the same rickshaws were rushing towards this side like a flood. From a long distance away, I could hear the earth-shattering roar of Hong Yihai and his group of poor people: "Hong Yihai is doing things, idlers run away!" open!"

"What kind of plane are you doing?" Wei Charlie kicked the front fiercely with a cigarette in his hand, "Stop playing, drive faster, and get rid of these gangsters!"

"Okay, Secretary Wei!" The driver stepped up the accelerator, and instantly opened the distance from the rickshaw behind him.

"Let me just say, how can a person with two wheels outrun four wheels?" Wei Charlie felt complacent again, crossed his legs, held a cigarette in his mouth, and smoothed out his hair disheveled by the gust of wind with his hands.

At this time, the raindrops fell, Wei Charlie looked up at the sky, it was raining!

"Hey, close the hood!"

"I'm sorry, Secretary Wei! The hood is broken and hasn't been repaired yet!"

"What are you talking about?" Charlie Wei was startled.

It started to rain heavily.

"I'm sorry, Secretary Wei, I will pay attention next time! I will definitely fix the hood first!"

"Fix you!" Wei Charlie angrily broke off the cigarette and threw it at the driver's head.

Crackling!

It was raining harder and harder.

Even though the rickshaw itself had a shielding function, Shi Zhijian was still splashed by the incoming rain.

At this moment---

"Hold an umbrella for Mr. Shi!"

I don't know who yelled, and someone among the crowd who were running with the rickshaw suddenly rushed out, and an oil umbrella with a bamboo handle opened with a "squeak" and propped it on top of Shi Zhijian's head.

Rain splash!

The rickshaw gallops through the water.

Shi Zhijian was protected in the middle by everyone, and he didn't touch a drop of water!

Crash!

In front, Wei Charlie was drenched in the rainstorm, and the rain was still pouring into the car!

"Is there any mistake, so much water? Drive faster!" Wei Charlie had long since lost his previous gentle appearance, and his expensive Baleno dress was completely wet by the rain.

"I can't run fast, I'm out of gas!" The driver said bravely.

Wei Charlie trembled with anger, pointing at the driver and didn't know what to say.

The rickshaw chased up from behind, the wheels splashed water three feet high, splashing Wei Charlie's face, then overtook the convertible and sped away!

Wei Charlie was so angry that he stood up from the car and pointed at Shi Zhijian and yelled, "I'll give you a lung!"

...

Central, Tsui Group Shipping Building.

When the rickshaw drove Shi Zhijian to the entrance of the Shipping Building in the pouring rain, it had been almost fifteen minutes, and there were still five minutes before the closing time for paying the bidding deposit!

Shi Zhijian got out of the car, and immediately someone took him to the roof of the building with an umbrella.

This is a famous building from the British colonial period, with five floors up and down, commonly known as the "Big Bell Tower". It was bought by the Xu Group a few years ago and renovated for use.

This building is located at the corner of Pedder Street and Queen's Road Central in Central. Standing on the top floor, you can overlook the entire urban area.

There is a big bronze bell hanging on the clock tower, which can be heard from far and near when it rings. It is specially used to report fire alarms. It is stipulated that the number of rings of the bell is used to indicate the fire area: if you ring the bell once, it is the Xiyingpan area, and if you ring it twice, it is the Central area. Three strikes were in Wanchai District and East District, each time for three minutes, instructing the neighbors to bring all the equipment to fight the fire as soon as possible.

At this time, the "Big Bell Tower" originally used for firefighting was crowded with people sheltering from the rain.

These people are all kinds of people, there are Xirong men who carry a burden to sell Xirong, shoe shine boys with shoe shine tools on their shoulders, and beautiful women in cheongsams who show their thighs on the street soliciting customers-they crowded In the crowd, he was still winking at those salty wet guys, planning to continue his business after the rain stopped.

At the entrance of the building, an Indian man in a turtle-green security suit, with a tall hat on his head and a long gun on his shoulder, was vigilantly patrolling the crowd sheltering from the rain.

The Indian third brother in this era has a very high status in the "security circle".

They are serious and responsible, not afraid of death, and extremely loyal to their bosses, so many rich people like to hire them, and their salary is much higher than that of the locals. The monthly salary of a good one can even be as high as 1,000 Hong Kong dollars, which is different from the current situation. Detective Hua is almost at the same level.

Shi Zhijian asked the person who helped hold the umbrella to put away the umbrella, instead of telling him to leave directly, he turned his head and glanced at the Hong Yihai people who were running with the rickshaw in the heavy rain just now.

Shi Zhijian asked the man holding the umbrella: "What's your name?"

"My name is Shao Yajian!"

"My name is A Jian, too, but I don't have a whistle!" Shi Zhijian smiled, took out his wallet from his pocket, counted three hundred Hong Kong dollars and handed it to Shao Yajian: "Brothers are drenched in such a heavy rain, let's go eat together." A bowl of warm pork blood porridge!"

"Mr. Shi, I can't take this money!"

"It's not for you, it's for the brothers!" After Shi Zhijian finished speaking, he stuffed the money into Shao Yajian's hand and patted the back of his hand, then turned and walked towards the Shipping Building.

Shao Yajian looked at Shi Zhijian, not knowing what to do with the money, turned around, and looked at his brother who was still standing in the heavy rain.

Those people wiped the rain from their faces and looked at him with wet eyes.

Shao Yajian took a deep breath, raised three hundred Hong Kong dollars in his hand, and said loudly: "Brothers, Mr. Shi gave us the money, let us eat porridge!"

Those people couldn't help but look stunned. They were all from poor backgrounds. It is common for them to pull rickshaws in the rain. Sometimes they even have to start work when they have a fever and get sick. No one cares about them at all, but now——

The thirty or so people standing in the rain couldn't help looking at Shi Zhijian's back, and shouted together: "Thank you, Mr. Shi!"

The people hiding from the rain under the eaves looked at this scene in amazement.

Looking at Shi Zhijian again, without turning his head, he just waved his hands behind him.

...

Shi Zhijian walked towards the interior of the shipping building, and the third Indian brother on duty stood up and stopped him.

"What are you doing?" The third brother spoke proficient Cantonese.

"I'm looking for Mr. Xu Shijian." While talking, Shi Zhijian took out three or five cigarettes from his pocket and handed one over.

The third brother looked Shi Zhijian up and down. Seeing that Shi Zhijian was well-dressed, he took the cigarette and sniffed it on the tip of his nose. Then he said, "Mr. Xu is still at work, so he won't see customers until it's too late!"

"It's okay, I'm here to send money to Mr. Xu!"

"Send money?" The third brother turned his face to look at the rickshaw in the heavy rain, and the Hong Yihai brothers who surrounded Shi Zhijian, guessing that these people might be "bodyguards".

Shi Zhijian saw that the other party was still hesitating, so he put away the previous cigarettes, took out an unopened box of premium Marlboro from his pocket, and stuffed the whole box into the other party's hand, "Thank you, let me be accommodating!"

The third brother looked around, put the cigarette in his arms, and waved to Shi Zhijian: "Take the elevator, the fifth floor!"

After Shi Zhijian entered the building, the third Indian brother guarded the entrance of the building with great dedication, bit the cigarette that Shi Zhijian had given him in his mouth, took out the fire from his pocket, and said to those who kept looking over here: "Look What do you think? Have you ever seen people eat smoke?!" Immediately, the fire was lit, and two streams of smoke were sprayed from the nostrils.