August 12, 1998, early morning, heavy fog.
A car accident occurred near Hwaseong Bridge. A beggar with bad legs was hit and killed by a car while crossing the road. The traffic police found several bags of methamphetamine in the beggar's pocket.
On October 22, 1999, at 9 pm, people were passing through Haizhu Square in Huacheng. A beggar was kneeling under the neon lights. There was a shoe box in front of him. When others gave him money, he would kowtow and not speak. He might be mute. . The two mute children were also kneeling, and the older one was sticking his buttocks out and winking at a girl selling flowers next to him.
There was a bow-legged old man in a suit and hat. He might have been drunk. When he walked past the beggar, he casually threw a hundred yuan into his hat like a piece of waste paper. The old man walked far away and heard a scream. When he looked back, he saw the mute beggar holding the money and shining it into the lamp.
The beggar's two children jumped up and said, "Let me see, let me see Chairman Mao above."
They'd heard about the new red hundred-dollar bill, and now they were seeing it with their own eyes.
The mute beggar spoke excitedly. He said: "Oh, God, please touch them all, don't rob them to pieces."
The girl selling flowers next to her immediately caught up to him and said to the old man, "Wait a minute, you can buy flowers."
The old man burped, narrowed his eyes and said, "How to sell it?"
The girl said: "Eight yuan a bunch, not expensive, the flowers are so beautiful."
The old man took out a hundred dollars and said, "I want them all."
"Twelve flowers in total, ninety-six yuan." The flower girl took the money and said shamelessly, "Don't change it, I don't have any change."
The old man said: "That won't work. You have to change. That man is a beggar; you, you are a businessman."
The flower girl was stunned for a moment, then quickly responded and said, "I'm just a flower seller. Just wait, I'll change the change over there."
The old man watched the girl turn the corner and disappear.
The old man sighed and threw the flowers into the trash can.
This old man is three cents.
A few days later, Sanwen appeared again in Haizhu Square. He said to the "mute" beggar: "I'll give you a hundred yuan. You can help me deliver this bag to Saidi Entertainment City on Huanjiang Road. When you come back, give it to me again." One hundred dollars for you."
"Is this such a good thing?" the beggar asked.
San Wenqian put a hundred dollar bill into the shoe box in front of the beggar.
"Why don't you give it away?" the beggar asked.
"I have something to do." San Wenqian replied.
"When you get there, who will you give your things to?" asked the beggar.
"Look for Boss Huo." San Wenqian said.
"What's in the bag?" the beggar said, opening the canvas bag. There were two bricks wrapped in newspapers.
"Just these," the beggar asked, "two red bricks?"
"Yes." Sanwenqian replied.
Criminals usually transport drugs by separating people and goods, and find a fool as a scapegoat. Even if they are caught by the police, they cannot tell who is behind them. During the transportation process, there will be a policeman secretly following him to prevent accidents. The ways drug traffickers hide drugs are even more bizarre. Zhang Weiyi from Hong Kong hid drugs in watermelons, Hainan Jie Fengping hid drugs in coconuts, Shanghainese Zhou hid ecstasy pills in candles, and Yunnanese Li disguised heroin as glutinous rice and hid it in a few bags. Sack of glutinous rice.
The two bricks worth three cents are cleverly disguised yellow arsenic. As long as the yellow arsenic is reprocessed, it becomes No. 4 heroin.
During the Spring Festival crackdown in 1999, an intern police officer named Jiang Weidong wrote in his report: There were more than 30,000 registered drug addicts in Huacheng City, and the actual number of drug addicts was at least 50,000, or even more. There must be a secret den of drug dealers near Hwaseong Railway Station. They use beggars and street children to sell drugs. According to informants, the leader of this drug gang is a man nicknamed San Wenqian...
When the leaders of the authorities asked Jiang Weidong about the situation, Jiang Weidong disappeared and disappeared from the world like air. This report later attracted the attention of the Major Case Command.
There is a street just a few steps away from Hwaseong Railway Station called Dengfeng Street. It is densely covered with a large number of rental houses and many foreigners live here.
There is a Fugui restaurant on Dengfeng Street. The hall is simple and undecorated, but it is always full with diners.
The people of Hwaseong are delicious. Everything from flying in the sky, crawling on the ground, or swimming in the water can be made into delicacies on the plate. This is evident from the fact that they call making money "getting food". There are delicious places in many old streets and alleys. There is a snack bar selling wonton noodles in the basement on Huifu East Road. There is a braised goose seller in Chaozhou Lane who opened his shop on the roof of a residential building. Nanhai on Huanshi Road There is a seafood restaurant on an iron-hulled boat in the fishing village. If someone hadn't guided us, it would be easy to miss such a restaurant.
In the 1980s, a kind of black-necked red-crowned crane could be seen in Huacheng. They migrated from the Heilongjiang River Basin to the south to spend the winter. Due to predation by Huacheng people, this kind of bird has become very rare.
Fugui Restaurant initially sold a kind of snake soup. This famous dish is the "Five Snake Soup" made from cobra, bungara, krait, water snake and golden snake. After it was banned by the wildlife protection department, it started to introduce it. New signature dish: Beggar's Chicken.
Clean the Sanhuang native chicken with yellow beak, yellow feet and yellow skin, marinate it with soy sauce, Shaoxing wine and refined salt. Grind various spices into powder and rub it on the chicken body. Store the fried accessories in the belly of the chicken and place them on each armpit. Put a clove to clamp it, then wrap it with lotus leaves, and then wrap it with wine jar yellow mud. Dig a hole in the ground, not too deep, cover it with soil, light an open fire and roast it for more than an hour and charcoal fire for half an hour, and the beggar's chicken is ready.
When you crack open the mud, you will find that the lotus leaves are oily and watery, still glowing with a faint green color. The fragrance of the lotus leaves comes to your nostrils. The chicken is fat, tender, crispy, tender and smooth. While the steam is rising and the aroma is overflowing, I tear off a golden chicken drumstick and devour it. If you have three cups and two cups of strong wine, you will definitely be full of arrogance. No matter you are rich or poor, you will drink it to the fullest and taste like a tiger or a wolf.
We have to say that this Beggar's Chicken is the most authentic, because the boss used to be a beggar, and he is a big weirdo.
Although the restaurant is small, dirty and poor, it is crowded with people every day and business is extremely good. Behind the store is a courtyard with a steamed bun willow tree. The two side rooms are the residences of the big monster and the store clerk. There are several benches and low tables placed under the tree. When the guests are full, they will sit here. There are even a few tables in front of the restaurant.
There was originally a copper sign in front of the door, but it was later stolen by children wandering the street. What caught the attention of passers-by were the four crooked characters on the wall: Beggars Free.
This is probably the only hotel that is free for beggars. If you have to find one reason, it is that the boss is a beggar. The big monster never concealed his experience as a beggar. He told many customers about his vampire son. He said: "I felt that I was a dog, but now I am a human." "People sympathized with his suffering experience and appreciated his compassionate heart. Newspapers and TV stations once came to interview this good man, but he refused. He promoted humanitarianism for the government and gave alms to the rich. He spread his kindness outwards. Open and close evil. Many times, virtue is just a box, packaging evil.
This kind of compassion is only a superficial phenomenon. Those unkempt beggars entering and leaving the restaurant will not affect the business of the big monster, because he is not running a restaurant, but selling drugs. Only beggars who really "beg for food" will come here to receive alms. At first, Daguai, San Wenqian, and Master Han just organized these beggars who were missing arms and legs, divided their territory for them, and collected monthly protection fees. In 1997, San Wenqian was no longer satisfied with being a beggar leader, so he began to use these beggars to sell drugs, giving them some leftovers, and then letting them transport and ship the drugs. The restaurant became a hidden drug den.
In February 1999, the trainee police officer named Jiang Weidong came here to conduct two investigations. The first time he bought a beggar's chicken without saying anything; the second time, he bought another chicken. He walked into the kitchen and said directly to the boss: "Boss, I want to ask you about someone."
"Who?" asked the big monster.
"Three pennies."
"do not know."
"Let's be honest, I'm a police officer. I suspect you are drug dealers. You'd better be smarter. Although I don't have any evidence yet, I'm not formally interrogating you. I'm just chatting with you in private. Next time I come, I'll disguise myself as a police officer. Come on, if you are smart, leave yourself a way out, and it will be regarded as a meritorious service in the future. Let me ask you again, where is the three cents?"
"Behind you."
Jiang Weidong looked back, but saw nothing.
The eye of art should be everywhere, not only ants and earthworms can see things underground. A year later, the old house on Dengfeng Street was demolished, and a skeleton was dug out from under the tree in the yard. It can be judged from a rusty belt card that the deceased was a policeman.
When the big monster stands under the tree in the courtyard, he will have a strange feeling. There is a dead person buried under his feet. He killed a man with chicken-killing hands. He knocked the policeman unconscious, strangled him half to death, cut his neck like a chicken-killer, and put the blood into a wooden bucket. There was half a bucket of chicken blood in the bucket. It slowly filled up. In fact, he vomited while killing people, until he buried the dead people under the tree. He felt a kind of exhaustion and a kind of hatred in his heart. He felt that he had just wiped out the whole world.
From that day on, the monster often had a strange dream. He dreamed that there were many dense honeycomb-shaped holes on his arms and face, and fleshy white worms crawled out of the holes. He did not feel fear, but he was not as calm, fearful and calm as before. He chose neither this nor that. This was his choice after killing.
On August 21, 2000, at 11 o'clock in the evening, a pale young man walked into Fugui Restaurant. He found a table and sat down. The boss said: "It's closed."
The young man said: "I'm looking for someone."
"Who are you looking for?"
"Three pennies."
The big monster looked at the young man, shook his head and said, "I don't know him."
The young man slowly picked up the teapot and one tea bowl from the table and placed them on the tea tray, while the other bowl was placed outside the tray. The big monster looked at it with a surprised expression. The young man took two more tea bowls from the next table, placed four tea bowls horizontally on the left side of the pot, filled the third cup with water, picked it up, and handed it to the big monster. The holding posture is very strange. The thumb of the right hand is placed on the edge of the tea bowl, the index finger is placed on the bottom of the bowl, and the three fingertips of the left hand are stretched out to attach to the tea cup. The monster takes the tea bowl in the same posture and drinks it all in one gulp.
This is a set of Jianghu tea group code words, created by Hongmen in the late Ming and early Qing dynasties. Many modern SWAT combat gestures are adapted from gangster gestures. For example, lower your hands, place your palms at waist height, palms upward, and spread your fingers into a grasping shape, which represents "dog". In some rural areas of Shanxi, elderly people still perform the standard Hongmen ceremony during funerals.
The pale young man is Gao Fei.
The first meaning of the tea array he set up was: his own people.
The second meaning of 99lib. is: asking for help.
The big monster drank the bowl of tea to express his approval and agreed to his request.
Our tears should start from 1983.
Chaoshan people were the first to come to the area around the train station. They ran small businesses, and after gathering some capital, they started speculating on tickets. Train tickets and bus tickets have become profit resources for scalpers to dominate the market. Faced with market competition, fellow villagers gathered together and the "Chaoshan Gang" emerged. This is a loose group characterized by living area and dialect. In addition to ticket scalping, it is also engaged in soliciting customers. Two years later, more and more private transportation vehicles were used, and a group of touts, mainly locals from Huacheng, emerged. The "Huacheng Gang" and the "Chaoshan Gang" who originally did not interfere with each other began to have friction. After several large-scale armed fights broke out, the "Northeast Gang" and the "Hunan Gang" quietly emerged. The "Chaoshan Gang" lost its hegemonic position and turned to selling fake invoices to passengers. They found a group of smelly old ladies to sell maps and train timetables at the exit of the station. The old ladies pretended to be handing out leaflets. If someone picked them up, they would Then a large group of people immediately gathered around, and in desperation, they had to buy it at a high price before walking away safely.
In the first half of 1990, no one dared to mess with people who spoke with Northeastern accents at the train station. In the second half of 1990, people from Hunan Province dominated. People in Huacheng also began to hire unemployed people from other provinces to develop and strengthen their own strength. Huacheng Railway Station formed a three-legged situation.
In 1991, the "migrant worker wave" around the Spring Festival exceeded people's expectations. Passenger flow peaked rapidly, with a large number of migrant workers stranded at Huacheng Railway Station and thousands of people wandering the streets. The security situation at Hwaseong Railway Station and its surrounding areas deteriorated rapidly. There are more and more black trucks operating illegally, with hundreds of touts coaxing people onto the buses and then dropping them off halfway.
The "Toe Stamping Gang" and the "Throwing Money Gang" arose at that time.
"Hey, kid, you stepped on my foot." A person said to you after deliberately kicking your trolley case. In this moment, your resourcefulness and resilience will be tested.
You have three choices: 1. Keep moving forward as if nothing has happened; 2. Get out of the house with a yell; 3. Apologize in low tones. Either choice may result in a large group of ruffians surrounding you, followed by extortion and extortion.
The "Losing Money Gang" is a low-grade scam that takes advantage of people's greed for money and can be easily seen through. It is worth mentioning that the scammers near Hwaseong Railway Station will commit robberies after becoming angry. In other words, they are a group of robbers disguised as scammers.
With the police crackdown, many criminal gangs have had to find new ways. The "Hunan Gang" changed their crime methods in the process of evading police crackdowns, using pregnant women, children, patients and the elderly to sell counterfeit banknotes and tickets. A criminal gang headed by Zhang Kai, a native of Sichuan, began to abduct and force women into prostitution. They searched for young women who came from other places to work at Huacheng Railway Station, and on the pretext of introducing jobs, they tricked them into getting on the train and trafficked them. An old bachelor in Lufeng County, Guangdong Province, who lived by masturbating, bought a daughter-in-law for 8,000 yuan. Years later, when the local police rescued the woman from a closed stone house, they found that the woman had become mentally disturbed.
In 1991, "hair salons" in the mainland were still called "barber shops", while in Huacheng there were "shampoo rooms" that did not wash hair, and there were many small hotels. The hotel facilities are very simple. Most rooms only have a bed supported by two stools. The bed is not for sleeping, but for prostitution.
In 1992, Zhou Wei, a native of Northeast China, gathered 46 fellow villagers and began to get involved in the crime of abducting and trafficking women. Not only that, they also teamed up with local gangsters in Huacheng and ganged up at Huacheng Station to pretend to be passengers' relatives, friends or drivers of friends. While waiting to be picked up at the station, they defrauded and robbed passengers.
Since then, various new criminal phenomena have continued to breed.
In 1993, Wang Jingji specially identified some young people living on the streets, responsible for their food and accommodation, and trained these children in criminal skills. A group of professional thieves appeared.
Professor Fu Weiming of Sun Yat-sen University in Guangdong had his bag stolen as soon as he got off the train. The police had to use special means to retrieve it after multiple investigations failed. There was such a conversation in a rental house:
"I'm here to find you. My current identity is either a police officer or your friend."
"Let's be honest, what did you lose?"
"A bag."
"How much is in the bag?"
"Not a penny."
"That..."
"It's just a few pieces of torn paper. It's an academic paper."
"Okay, wait for me for twenty minutes."
"Well, I'll buy you a drink."
In 1995, a group of people who like to wear black clothes have been robbing passengers' belongings at the train station for a long time. They are called the "Black Party". They are mostly active at night, and if it is during the day, they will rob while masked.
In 1997, the "Beggars Gang" headed by Sanwen Qian quietly emerged.
In 1998, drugged robberies occurred frequently, and gangs called this method "pig killing", mostly among the "Henan Gang". It then evolved into a drive-by robbery, and became notorious as the "Hand Chopping Gang".
In 1999, the "needle stick gang" also appeared, holding syringes purportedly containing HIV and threatening tourists to demand money.
Faced with the severe public security situation, since 1983, governments at all levels have organized various forces to carry out "crack down" operations every year, and a large number of criminal gangs have been destroyed. However, the effect of "crack down" cannot last long. After rectification, the old behavior returns. Criminal gangs have reshuffled their cards and divided their spheres of influence through violence. For example, after the "Solicitation Gang" was eliminated, it split into five major gangs: "Zheng Laowu Gang", from Hunan, responsible for the Zhanxi Road area; "Shantou Gang", responsible for the Zomagang area; "Chaozhou Gang", responsible for Shayongnan The "Liu Laosi Gang", from Sichuan, is responsible for the Caonuan Park area; the "Lao Yang Gang" is also on Zhanxi Road. Among the five gangs at that time, "Zheng Laowu" and "Liu Laosi" were slightly larger, and they often had frictions with each other, but neither could eat up any of them.
In the process of competing for territory among various gangs, the "Northeast Gang" gradually took control of the passenger soliciting market at Huacheng Railway Station. Zou Guanglong from Heilongjiang Province became the boss of the pheasant cart market. He bribed and corrupted state agency staff, and soon Controlling the solicitation market in the station east square, and also controlling the source of customers for the "Pheasant Car".
In 2000, the Huacheng "Backpack Party" headed by Zou Guanglong appeared.
The "backpackers" initially only solicited customers for pheasant buses and hotels. Later, they packed their bags with fake invoices, fake tickets, hotel introductions and fake documents, and wandered around Huacheng Railway Station, Provincial Bus Station, City Bus Station and Liuhua all day long. Between stations, they mainly target people coming to Guangzhou from other places, stealing jewelry, mobile phones, and backpacks, selling fake invoices, and exchanging counterfeit banknotes. As the team grew, the "Backpackers" even dared to confront law enforcement officers. At Huacheng Railway Station, there have been many gang fights. Hundreds of "Backpackers" members clashed with security guards several times, and the police fired shots to stop them.
Zou Guanglong became famous and became the gang boss of Huacheng Railway Station. Many gangs wanted to recruit him as a backer. He began to recruit one or two hundred Ma Chai as thugs and collected protection fees from various gangs, even a fruit stand and a phone booth.
It was not until a year later that the leaders of the Guangdong Provincial Party Committee visited Huacheng Railway Station three times incognito, demanding "heavy laws and control of chaos." Huacheng Railway Station stationed a large number of armed police with live ammunition and launched the largest "crack down" operation. Zou Guanglong committed a crime of a gangster nature. The organization was destroyed in this "severe crackdown" and Zou Guanglong was sentenced to death with a suspended death sentence.
On October 19, 2000, two of Zou Guanglong's gang led dozens of thugs to collect protection fees from shops around the train station. Many shops often tolerated the evil forces, and some shop owners even took the initiative to seek protection. There was a Fugui restaurant selling beggar's chicken on Dengfeng Street that refused to pay the protection fee. Ma Zai ordered his men to smash the tables, chairs, benches, doors and windows to pieces and then left. Before leaving, he threatened to smash it again if he didn't pay the money that night.
That night, four people lit candles in the messy store to discuss countermeasures. They were Sanwen Qian, Big Monster, Master Han, and Gao Fei.
San Wenqian said: "Just bear with it."
The boss said: "What's the use of making so much money and being bullied by others."
Master Han said: "I can't swallow this breath."
San Wenqian said: "We can't fight, there are few people."
Master Han said, "Go to the Northeast, call the Paozi gang, and get their guns. I don't believe you can control them."
San Wenqian said: "It's too far away."
The big monster said: "Yes, we just have few people."
Gao Fei said: "We have a lot of people."
Master Han said, "Where are the people?"
Gao Fei said: "Train station."
The house was soon filled with all kinds of strangers, with incorrigible ne'er-do-wells from all over the country, all the people who were going to use bricks, daggers and sticks from the railway station square.
Gao Fei said to them, "In a moment, we are going to fight with someone. Each person will be given 100 yuan. If you don't want to, get out."
"150," someone in the crowd shouted, "100 is too little."
"Do you want to pay me now or after the payment?"
"Who?" asked another person.
"Zou Guanglong's people." The big monster answered.
"No." The mob in the room fled after hearing Zou Guanglong's name, leaving only a man wearing sunglasses standing in the corner.
"Why don't you leave? Aren't you afraid of Zou Guanglong?" Master Han asked.
"There must have been 50 people just now." The man wearing sunglasses said.
Master Han said: "Absolutely."
"Give me 5,000 yuan," the man in sunglasses said, "I'll do it."
"Are you alone?" the big monster asked, "Are you good at fighting?"
"Hit me." The man wearing sunglasses pointed at his face.
The big monster's right fist was still very powerful. He used all his strength to punch the man's jaw. Then, his hand hurt as if it was broken, while the man stood there with a smile on his face without changing his face.
"Being beaten," Gao Fei said, "doesn't mean you can be beaten."
"Okay, let's watch." The man wearing sunglasses first took a step forward, then flew forward with a beautiful side kick. With a bang, he kicked a hole in the wall.
"God, what's your name?" San Wenqian asked.
The man wearing sunglasses replied: "My name is Hualong."