Hong Kong Film: Short mules have no future, I am in charge of Hong Kong

Chapter 167 The Shame of Two Years Ago
Su Hanze smiled slightly, picked up his glass and gently touched Boss Chen's glass: "Boss Chen is right, so I need someone as influential as you to join."

"Haha, Boss Su is really straightforward." Boss Chen's eyes lit up and he said with a smile, "I can help you with the broadcasting rights. But, as you know, this kind of thing cannot be decided by one person."

Su Hanze nodded: "What does Boss Chen mean?"

"The meaning is very simple." Boss Chen came closer and lowered his voice, "We can take over the broadcasting rights for the boxing match, but the condition is that future matches must be represented exclusively by us."

Su Hanze's eyes flashed with a hint of coldness, but he still kept a smile on his face: "Boss Chen, these conditions are a bit harsh, right? You also know that the boxing match can only get to this point today, and it is inseparable from the support of the local people in Haojiang. I am afraid it is not easy to explain the exclusive agency to our friends in Haojiang."

"Haha, Boss Su is really smart." Boss Chen laughed, but there was a hint of tentativeness in his eyes. "Of course, I don't have to be the sole agent. How about this, let's sign a framework agreement first, and discuss the specific details later."

Su Hanze smiled and raised his glass: "Boss Chen is indeed a big businessman, let's have a drink first, and we can talk slowly later."

After three rounds of drinks, Boss Chen left satisfied, but Su Hanze's face gradually turned cold. He understood that these big money owners in Hong Kong Island were smiling on the surface, but who knew what they were up to behind the scenes.

After returning to the hotel, Su Hanze immediately gathered people to discuss countermeasures. He knew that the core resource of this boxing match was the broadcasting rights. Once it was controlled by an outsider like Boss Chen, the future development would be extremely passive.

"Brother Ze, why don't we go directly to the first wife. Her network of connections is wide enough and she can help us suppress these people." Master Su suggested.

Su Hanze waved his hand: "No hurry. The first wife's cards cannot be played easily. Now is not the most critical time."

Master Su nodded and asked, "What about Blind Snake? He seems to have sent news again, saying that those people have started to take action."

Su Hanze pondered for a moment, a cold light flashed in his eyes: "Hold still for now and keep watching. If they want to make trouble, let them continue to jump. I want to see where they can jump to in the end."

A few days later, the promotion of the boxing match entered a new climax. Su Hanze, together with several media in Haojiang, officially released the first batch of boxing matches. This news quickly attracted widespread attention, and many international media also began to report on this event.

At the same time, Blind Snake's intelligence gradually became clear, and there seemed to be a bigger conspiracy behind those dark forces.

Su Hanze still stood in front of the window, his eyes did not waver at all. Although the boxing match plan was initially effective, it was far from time to relax his vigilance. He knocked lightly on the window frame, and his mind quickly sorted out every recent move, until a few low roars of car engines came from outside the window.

"Brother Ze, someone is coming." Master Su pushed open the door, with a hint of vigilance on his face, "It's Blind Snake, he's coming here in person."

Su Hanze turned around, picked up the cigarette box on the table, slowly lit a cigarette, and said calmly: "Let him in."

A moment later, Blind Snake limped into the room, his face full of flattering smiles, but there was still a hint of fear in his eyes. He still remembered the last time he lost his little finger in front of Su Hanze. That kind of coldness and determination still made him feel scared.

"Brother Ze, the news is true. Those people have already started to act." Blind Snake rubbed his hands, his voice was cautious, "They are planning to do something at the construction site of your boxing venue, and they may bring some people over to cause trouble."

"Making a scene?" Su Hanze raised his eyebrows and exhaled a puff of smoke. "What do they want to do? Smash and destroy things? Or just use knives?"

Blind Snake lowered his head and hesitated for a moment before saying, "I haven't heard the specific plan very clearly, but the people behind them have already started recruiting some outside thugs. I guess it's not just a simple threat."

Su Hanze was silent for a while, the cigarette in his hand drew an arc in the air and fell accurately into the ashtray. He walked to the window and looked towards the vaguely visible construction site in the distance.

"Blind Snake," he suddenly said, his voice low and steady, "you did a good job this time."

Blind Snake was stunned for a moment, then his face was full of smiles: "Thank you for the compliment, Brother Ze! As long as Brother Ze can use me, I will go through fire and water!"

"Okay," Su Hanze turned around, his eyes cold, "but I don't want you to be just a messenger. Since they have started to act, you must keep a close eye on them. I want to know every detail, who is coming, who is leaving, when they will act, how big the action is, nothing can be missed."

Blind Snake nodded repeatedly and responded hurriedly: "Brother Ze, don't worry, I will never let you down!"

Su Hanze waved his hand, and Blind Snake left with a sense of relief. The room became quiet again, with only the cigarette butt in the ashtray still emitting a little smoke.

"Master Su." Su Hanze called out, and Master Su walked in immediately.

"Brother Ze, what do you think?" Master Su asked, with a hint of tentativeness in his tone.

"We can't make a big deal out of this, and we can't let them see that we already know their plan." Su Hanze said calmly and decisively, "You take a few people with you to secretly strengthen the defense of the construction site. If necessary, keep these people on the construction site and don't let them get away."

Master Su nodded, and then asked: "Brother Ze, do you want to notify Thirteenth Sister?"

"Not for now." Su Hanze narrowed his eyes, a cold light flashing in his eyes, "We can handle this little thing ourselves. Thirteenth sister needs to stabilize the situation on Bolan Street, and can't be distracted by this matter."

Master Su Ying left, and the room fell silent again. Su Hanze sat down alone, tapping his fingers on the table, and constantly deducing every next step in his mind. He had already figured out the rules of the underworld in Haojiang. Boxing was his starting point, but if he wanted to gain a firm foothold, he needed more chips, and these chips could only be won by himself bit by bit.

A few days later, the news from Blind Snake made Su Hanze more certain of his judgment. Those people did plan to attack the construction site, and their methods would not only include smashing and destroying things, but also possibly using fire or explosion to create chaos. Su Hanze sneered, with a hint of sarcasm in his eyes.

"You think you can suppress me with these little tricks? You are so naive."

That night, Su Hanze personally led people to the construction site. He did not alarm anyone, but asked Master Su to arrange secret sentries and defense, and at the same time contacted several friends with backgrounds to make preparations for the aftermath in advance. Sure enough, in the early hours of the morning, a group of masked men quietly sneaked onto the construction site, carrying iron barrels filled with gasoline.

"Is that all you can do?" Su Hanze stood in the dark, watching the group of people busying themselves. He took out his cell phone and whispered, "Get started."

In less than three minutes, the group was subdued by the men who had been ambushing them, and their equipment was seized. Several thugs were tied to the ground, looking at Su Hanze in front of them in horror. "Who sent you here?" Su Hanze squatted down, his tone terrifyingly calm.

Several thugs looked at each other, and one of them shouted, "No one sent us! We are just here to make a living, and we just took this job!"

"Oh?" Su Hanze sneered as he picked up a steel pipe and tapped it on the ground. "You just took a random job and you dare to come to my territory and act wild?"

The man's forehead was covered with cold sweat, his lips were trembling, but he couldn't say a word. Su Hanze didn't waste any more words, he kicked him over, turned around and said to Master Su behind him: "Take them back, ask them carefully, see if you can ask them something useful."

The next day, the incident did not spread, and the construction at the site continued as usual. Su Hanze knew that he had won this time, but he also knew that the other party would not give up easily. This was just the beginning, and he had to remain vigilant.

A few days later, Blind Snake brought news again. The person behind the other party finally revealed some clues. It seemed that he was related to a certain old power in Haojiang. After Su Hanze heard it, he raised a sneer at the corner of his mouth: "It seems that someone can't sit still anymore."

Su Hanze sat in the temporary office of the venue, flipping through a thick stack of documents. The lawyer Su next to him was peeling an apple while muttering: "Brother Ze, this matter is really more complicated than starting a gambling game. There are so many numbers. When can you count them all?"

"Do you think it's easy to do big things?" Su Hanze glanced at him, picked up a pen and signed his name heavily on a document. "In the past, we counted the money from gambling, but now we count the lifeblood of the business. The weight is completely different."

"You're talking big." Master Su handed over the peeled apple, smiling with wrinkles on his face, "But, Brother Ze, when are you going to take me to try out the boxing ring on the construction site today? The last time I saw the prototype, I was itching to try it out for a long time."

"You want to be beaten to a pulp?" Su Hanze smiled, took the apple and took a bite. "Okay, but you should practice running before you go, so you don't get kicked over."

"Of course not!" Master Su patted his chest solemnly and was about to continue bragging when there was a sound of hurried footsteps outside the door, and then A Bing pushed the door open and came in.

"Brother Ze, this is bad!" A Bing panted, his face flushed. "Something happened! Blind Snake didn't have a shift tonight, and I just got word that he was blocked at the dock!"

Su Hanze frowned, put the apple on the table, and stood up: "When did it happen?"

"Just half an hour ago! Someone saw him being taken to a van, and the van was heading towards the new reclamation area." A Bing wiped the sweat from his forehead, "Brother Ze, what are you going to do?"

"This guy is really unreliable." Su Hanze sneered, grabbed his coat and threw it over his shoulders. "It's not the point that he was arrested. The point is what those people want to do."

"Then what about us..." Master Su stood up, his tone more worried.

"Of course I'll go take a look." Su Hanze walked towards the door without looking back. "I've arranged for someone to keep a close eye on the construction site. If anything happens, notify me immediately."

Ten minutes later, their car stopped outside an abandoned warehouse in the newly reclaimed area. The lights were dim, and a few stray dogs occasionally wandered around, making it seem eerie and deserted. Su Hanze glanced around and whispered to A Bing, "Take a few people to guard outside and watch out for anyone approaching. Master Su, follow me in."

The iron door of the warehouse opened a crack, and a few curses came out from inside. Su Hanze pushed the door open and saw Blind Snake tied to a chair, his nose and face swollen, and he was mumbling something incoherently.

"It's really lively." Su Hanze put his hands in his pockets and looked around leisurely. There were five or six strong men in the room, punching and kicking Blind Snake. Seeing Su Hanze suddenly appear, several people were stunned for a moment, and then a bald man stood up.

"Are you Su Hanze?" The bald man stared at him and looked him up and down. "You've come just in time. We don't have to look for you again."

"Looking for me?" Su Hanze smiled, walked up to Blind Snake, and patted his head. "I thought you turned against us so quickly, but it turns out you were caught. How are you doing? Can you handle it?"

Blind Snake shook his head desperately and called out vaguely: "Brother Ze, I didn't betray you!"

"I know you don't have the guts." Su Hanze said in a relaxed tone, looking up at the bald man, "Okay, tell me, what do you want from me?"

The bald man grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth. "It's nothing serious. I just want you to stop building the boxing arena. This piece of land is not suitable for you."

"Oh? Not suitable for me?" Su Hanze raised his eyebrows, "Then who is suitable for me?"

"Suitable for our boss." The bald man's tone was clearly threatening. "Our boss doesn't want to see you continue to cause trouble here, so I advise you to be sensible and stop."

Su Hanze smiled, and his smile was very relaxed, but his eyes gradually turned cold: "Who is the boss of your family? Tell me and make me laugh."

"You don't need to know who it is, as long as you know that you can't beat him." The bald man snorted coldly, "How about you give me a straight answer?"

Su Hanze raised his hand to adjust his cuffs and said slowly, "You shouldn't have caught the blind snake today, and you shouldn't have made me run here. You know, I hate being threatened the most."

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly took action, picked up a chair next to him, and smashed it hard on the bald man's knees. The bald man screamed in pain and fell to his knees.

"Tell me, who is your boss?" Su Hanze looked down at him, his voice low and cold, "If you don't tell me, I can play with you until dawn."

The bald man gritted his teeth, sweat dripping down his forehead, and the other men rushed over immediately. Before they could get close, Master Su pulled out an iron rod from behind, and waved it with a "professional" expression, muttering: "Come on, street fighter, let's see if you are brave enough this time!"

A few minutes later, wailing sounds rang out in the warehouse. The strong men fell to the ground one after another, leaving only the bald man half-kneeling on the ground, his face pale.

"Last chance." Su Hanze squatted down and patted the bald man's face. "Go ahead."

The bald man finally couldn't bear it anymore and tremblingly spat out a name: "Hong... Hong Quan, he asked me to do this."

(End of this chapter)