I went berserk in the movie world

Chapter 39 Newspaper Incident

After the topic ended

Mia walked barefoot on the carpet. When she reached the top of the stairs, she suddenly turned to the side and said, "Song, now that we've finished discussing the important matters, there are still some details to discuss. Let's go upstairs and continue."

"We can discuss the details next time."

"But next time, it won't be just one or two minor issues."

Song Sheng: Okay, then I'll go upstairs.

For the sake of martial arts, this sacrifice is nothing!

The energy wasted on this mission needs to be made up for later.

……

Organizing a boxing match is not something that can be done overnight; many things need to be prepared carefully.

Before this, Mia had casually mentioned something else to Song Sheng.

This refers to a boxing tournament that is currently being prepared intensively in Kowloon, Hong Kong Island.

The event was small in scale, with more of a performance aspect.

It's highly likely that the local police superintendent wanted to rake in some ticket revenue, and then invite newspapers to publish a few bland articles to generate buzz and go through the motions.

Mia wasn't very interested in the performance aspect of this event.

She had long since tossed aside the invitations that the other party had sent her.

But when she brought it up, Song Sheng became interested.

The boxing match that Mia mentioned is clearly the one in the movie where the boxing champion Tornado makes his appearance.

Song Sheng simply took the invitations from Mia's hands.

next day

After leaving the villa in Repulse Bay, Song Sheng first went to the Chinese Martial Arts Academy.

The atmosphere of martial arts practice was still strong inside, and there were still many onlookers at the door, most of whom had come after hearing about it from the newspaper.

Song Sheng only stayed here for a short while before hurriedly leaving the martial arts hall.

News had just come that Liang Gen's newspaper office had been vandalized.

Song Sheng had just invested 50,000 yuan to upgrade the newspaper, add some new printers, and expand the editorial department. But before he could enjoy much of the benefits generated by the newspaper, the newspaper was vandalized.

When Song Sheng arrived, a group of neighbors were still gathered around the newspaper office to watch the commotion.

He squeezed through the crowd, but the sight before him made him pause.

Liang Gen's recently renovated editorial office was already in a complete mess.

In the small office area, ink, broken glass, several newspapers, and overturned tables and chairs were all in a mess. A printer had rolled over in the corner, with many parts scattered all over the floor.

Liang Gen was squatting there, head down, picking up the broken parts one by one. His black-rimmed glasses were cracked, and the cuffs of his shirt were stained with ink.

Noticing the figure standing beside him, Liang Gen looked up and immediately said with shame, "Mr. Song..."

"Is the person alright?"

"No one was hurt. They came to smash things, but they didn't physically assault anyone."

"What exactly happened?"

"Around yesterday afternoon, a man called Fat Corpse came to our door and immediately said he wanted to invest 2,000 yuan to take a 70% stake."

I didn't agree to his request, and he didn't say anything either, just turned around and left.

But today, the other party arrived with six or seven people carrying weapons. The man didn't lay a hand on them, but his henchmen ransacked the office, then left after saying a few words.

"What did you say?"

"He told me to think it over carefully, and that they would come back in a couple of days. If I still hadn't come to a decision by then, it wouldn't be as simple as just smashing things."

Song Sheng's eyelids twitched after hearing this:

Two thousand yuan, accounting for 70%?

I invested 50,000 yuan, but I didn't dare say I'd get 70% of it.

This isn't business negotiation; it's clearly robbery!

The other party was clearly interested in the newspaper's recent soaring sales and approached them because they saw an opportunity to make money.

Overall, the judgment is good, but the methods are a bit too crude.

Although Song Sheng was well aware that such things were unavoidable in Hong Kong in the 1950s, with the entire upper echelon collecting protection money.

But this time it's not just about protection money anymore.

People are never satisfied; the other party is so arrogant, aren't they afraid of biting off more than they can chew?

Grass!

A shadow fell over Song Sheng's eyes: "Did they leave an address?"

"I left the name of a teahouse in Kwun Tong." Liang Gen pulled out a crumpled piece of newspaper with an address written on it from his pocket.

Song Sheng put it in his pocket, glanced around the entire newspaper office area, and offered a word of comfort:

"It's alright, I'll handle this."

By the way, find two people to tidy up. Just throw away the broken stuff. Handle the work-related issues properly, and try not to delay the supplement.

As for other things, you don't need to worry; there won't be a next time.

After saying that, Song Sheng turned and left.

He first went to Kowloon Walled City and contacted Brother Tiger.

I asked him about the person nicknamed "Fat Corpse".

According to Tiger, the other party is a big shot in a sunset triad in Kwun Tong District. However, a very capable and handsome guy has recently emerged in the triad, and with this opportunity, he is showing signs of revitalizing the triad's reputation.

Song Sheng asked Tiger to intervene, preparing to first be polite and then force the issue, and asked the other party to come out and talk.

Since Tiger has been involved, we should follow the gang's rules for now.

Let's talk if we can.

If the other party is willing to pay compensation and also provide additional compensation for emotional distress, then everyone can live in peace.

But if you're not willing, or if you can't reach an agreement—

Let's pray in our dreams that everything will be alright!

Mong Kok

Juyi Tea House is located at the end of an old street in Mong Kok.

Its storefront is small, and the signboard is blackened by cooking fumes. A few tea drinkers are scattered on the first floor.

Song Sheng and Tiger went straight up to the second floor, where the other party's people had already arrived.

In the large tea room, six or seven people were seated. Among them, sitting at the central tea table was a slightly plump middle-aged man in his thirties or forties, wearing a short shirt with a dark pattern on a black background and a gold chain about the thickness of a little finger around his neck.

Beside him sat a rebellious young man with bare arms and a back covered in dragon tattoos.

Song Sheng glanced across the room, his gaze lingering on the arrogant young man for a second before settling on the slightly overweight middle-aged man.

Is this the fat corpse from Kwun Tong?

Fat Corpse had already spotted the person who came in. Not bothering to glance at the unfamiliar face, he instead chuckled and stepped forward, saying, "Brother Tiger, it's just a trivial matter, is it really worth your personal intervention?"

"A small matter? I don't think so." Tiger casually pulled out a chair opposite him, gesturing for Song Sheng to sit down as well, before continuing, "Fatty, I'm not here for tea today, but to discuss whether there's a way to resolve this matter."

"Let me be frank. That newspaper you're eyeing is a joint venture with my brother. Wanting to take 70% of it for two thousand yuan is already outrageous enough, but now you've had the newspaper vandalized. That's just unacceptable."

The fat corpse stared at Song Sheng for a moment with his big eyes, then suddenly asked, "Brother Tiger, is this guy your brother?"

Tiger said calmly, "Things are just as I said, Fatty. Didn't you hear me clearly, or do you have other opinions?"