Hong Kong variety show: Starting from helping Mr. Fok run ships

Chapter 68 Dragon Head Staff!

Watching the secondhand bookstore owner search for old books, Zhang Guohao also stood up and looked around at the items on the stall.

This stall not only has old books, but also some old objects, mostly from the Republic of China era. These things aren't very valuable; at most, someone who likes them can spend a few dollars to take them home to play with.

After all, last year was still the Republic of China era, so calling these things antiques wouldn't really qualify them.

The stall also had some vases, jewelry boxes, and other odds and ends.

"Huh?"

Suddenly, Cheung Kwok-ho saw something good, something that would become common in later Hong Kong films.

"How much does this cost?"

Zhang Guohao picked up the item and asked the bookstall owner.

"This? It's an antique. You have a good eye. Here, take it for a hundred yuan."

The bookseller glanced at what Zhang Guohao was holding and said to him.

"Are you crazy? You want a hundred for this dark, unremarkable thing? It's just a piece of broken pine wood, isn't it? The carving is terrible; I can't even tell what it's supposed to be. It's worth at most ten dollars!"

Zhang Guohao immediately started bargaining, but his brain didn't process it for a moment, and he offered a high price of ten yuan!

"Deal! Pay up!"

The bookstall owner simply reached out and asked Zhang Guohao for money.

"Damn it, I gave them too much."

Zhang Guohao cursed under his breath. Although he had been in the time travel for a while, he still sometimes miscalculated the value of currency. In addition, he didn't usually haggle, so his bargaining was a bit too soft.

After all, the purchasing power of 100 yuan wasn't much anymore; money was losing value! Everything was going up in price, except wages.

Zhang Guohao, true to his word, handed over the money to the other party and then unceremoniously picked up the old books and the black piece of wood and left.

"Hey, hey, hey, I haven't paid for the book yet!"

The bookstall owner looked at Zhang Guohao, called out to him, but did not chase after him.

These old books and items were bought by the bookseller for a few cents each, at scrap value. Zhang Guohao just gave him ten yuan, so the bookseller made a huge profit.

Seeing that the bookseller didn't chase after him, Zhang Guohao knew he had still lost out, but this piece of wood was rather interesting.

This piece of wood is the legendary Dragon Head Staff!

"Wah Lian Sheng"

Zhang Guohao found a teahouse, ordered a pot of tea, put the two or three old books aside, and picked up the dragon-headed cane to examine it carefully.

It is said that the founding society of the Wo Hop To was formed by the union of twelve smaller societies. At that time, these twelve smaller societies made six dragon-head sticks and six dragon-tail sticks to signify their identity.

Later, when the Hehetu community was formed, some members left and others joined, and many of the twelve sticks were lost.

The bottom of this stick is engraved with the three characters "Wo Luen Shing," which should be the triad that controlled this stick back then.

This stick is crudely made and poorly carved, which is very much in line with the situation of the Hehe Tu (a painting depicting harmony and union) back then.

However, Cheung Kwok-ho has not heard of the Wo Hop To triad in Hong Kong recently, so it seems that the triad has also disappeared into history.

During World War II, when the Japanese invaders came, a large number of gangs disappeared. Some fought against the Japanese and died heroically, while others were swallowed up by gangs that surrendered to the Japanese. Some traitorous gangs were killed by other gangs after the Japanese fled. In short, the reasons for their disappearance were very complicated.

This gang is quite famous in later generations; they even have gang movies, two of them!

It's precisely because this organization no longer exists in later generations that it can be used by filmmakers.

Now that Cheung Kwok-ho is in the Hong Kong entertainment industry and has even obtained this weapon, it's quite interesting. Perhaps I could find a few people to help Wo Luen Shing get back on track.

Cheung Kwok-ho couldn't possibly be a ship sailor for the rest of his life, nor did he want to be involved in triads. But then again, in Hong Kong, one needs to have some triad connections for at least the next fifty years.

Having no sword in hand and having a sword but not using it are two different concepts.

Zhang Guohao played with the stick for a moment. It was too rough and a bit rough to handle, so he wasn't interested in handling it and put it aside.

Then he started looking through the three old books. One of them was more serious, but the content was all from the time of Cheung Po Tsai, and it even brought up Emperor Qianlong and Emperor Jiaqing.

The remaining two books are pirate stories made up based on hearsay, and have no reference value whatsoever.

Zhang Guohao sat for half an hour but didn't get any useful information.

Zhang Guohao finished his tea and left immediately.

"Fatty, you son of a bitch, you dare steal my stuff! Slap yourself in the face! I won't stop you, so keep going!"

As soon as Zhang Guohao left the teahouse, he heard a commotion coming from the alley next door.

"Kill me or torture me, do whatever you want, but don't you dare insult me!"

"Hey kid, you've got guts, huh? Don't think I won't beat you up just because you're tough!"

"Boss, stop wasting time talking to him, let's get him!"

"That's right, boss. This kid stole our stuff. If we don't teach him a lesson, how will he ever be able to show his face in public again!"

When Zhang Guohao walked over, he saw a fat man being surrounded by four or five people who were physically assaulting him.

The group started arguing and then started fighting. The fat guy was young, just turned 18, but he was tough and held his own against four or five people. However, he was at a disadvantage as a lone wolf, and soon he was beaten black and blue.

"bump!"

After watching for two minutes, Zhang Guohao finally decided to take action, kicking one of the thugs who was surrounding and beating the fat man away.

"what!"

The person who was thrown out screamed, attracting the attention of the others.

"Who the hell are you? You want to die?! Get lost!"

The group stopped fighting, turned around, and looked at Zhang Guohao. The leader of the group even said something fierce to Zhang Guohao.

"Boss, Fifth Brother's already been kicked away, and you're still telling him to get lost? Let's take him down!"

The henchman next to him asked, somewhat puzzled, "Something's not right. We have to avenge our brother!"

"Are you crazy? Didn't you see how far Lao Wu flew away? Can you handle it? Just chase him away."

The leader said in a low voice. The other henchmen turned around to look at the fifth brother they were talking about. The fifth brother had already fainted. They then turned around to look at Zhang Guohao, who had a relaxed expression, and they all shut up.

"No, boss, this guy is Wolf Fang Hao!"

Suddenly, one of the thugs shouted something.

The thugs immediately tensed up.

"Stop fucking standing there! Help Lao Wu up and run!"

The leader turned around and told his underlings to run. Damn it, they were scared out of their wits as soon as he uttered those harsh words.

Zhang Guohao was somewhat surprised to see the four or five people running away so easily. Was he really that famous? He hadn't even had a chance to show off before they ran off?

"Hey chubby, what bad thing did you do? Why are you being chased and beaten?"

Zhang Guohao walked up to the chubby boy who had been beaten and said to him.

The chubby boy slid down the wall behind him and sat on the ground. His eyes, nose, and mouth were swollen and covered in bruises.