Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction 12 | Page 479

‘Wife! I really need the ten thousand!’ I screamed. ‘Huh? Tell me why you need to have that much money.’
- Mr. Jones asked. I told him my story. ‘Well, OK, I only have five thousand…’ ‘No way, I know you have nine
thousand more!’ I shouted. ‘That’s for the rent and electricity fee!’ - he said unpleasantly. ‘Please…’ - I begged.
We ran to find Mr. Chow. ‘Um… OK! I will help you give the money to the thief.’
Few minutes later, he came. ‘The thief said he is going to release your friend, but…’ - Mr. Chow hesitated, but
finally said, ‘But he changed his mind.’ I was desperate. ‘They are in this room,’ - Mr. Chow pointed to a
building. I decided to enter.
‘Freeze! Everybody freeze!’ The thief shouted, pointing a gun at Mr. Tsoi, who was tied with strings.
‘Macaroni cheese?’ I asked. Everybody laughed. ‘Let’s get him and be done with this thief!’ - Mr. Jones shouted.
We ran towards the thief and started a fight. Mr. Chow punched him and the thief shoot the gun at him.
‘Bang!’ Then I took his gun and shot at him. ‘Bang!’
‘Thanks!’ Mr. Tsoi said, ‘Well, Mr. Chow, died…’ ‘No!’ - he suddenly yelled, ‘Still breathing!’
The next morning, the meeting ended perfectly. We got the ten thousand dollars back from the thief. Mr.
Jones went to visit Mr. Chow in the hospital. Mr. Tsoi and I lived as usual. Weeks passed.
‘Well,’ I said to all the audience, ‘Mr. Chow left the world yesterday.’ I ended my speech. The audience
clapped and sobbed. ‘Let’s give him a big hand!’ I shouted, ‘I miss him. Mr. Jones and Mr. Tsoi miss him.
Everybody misses him! A hero should be remembered by everybody!’ I walked down the stage and said ‘thank
you’ to the audience. The audience shouted and clapped. They cheered ‘Mr. Chow’, ‘Mr Chow, the hero! Mr.
Chow, the hero…’
1 am. The audience left and it’s quiet in the hall. ‘We should write a book about him.’ said Mr. Tsoi. Let’s
name it “New Tales of Shanghai – The Hero, Mr. Chow”.’ - I agreed.