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

Chapter 195 Became the Fuse

"It's exciting, but don't forget that once Chen Hanwen is done, he will definitely not be satisfied with his current territory." Xi Mihua's tone added a hint of warning, "We have to be more careful in the future."

At night, the lights of the Haojiang River were bright and the streets were still busy. Chen Hanwen sat in the office at the dock, turning a coin in his hand with a faint smile on his face. Xiaolong stood aside and couldn't help asking, "Brother, Kanta is almost unable to hold on now. Should we close the net next?"

"Wait a little longer." Chen Hanwen said softly, "If we close the net now, the show won't be perfect. I want Kanta to understand how completely he lost."

Xiaolong nodded. Although he was a little anxious, he knew that Chen Hanwen had his reasons for every step he took.

The cargo ship at the dock was unloading a new batch of goods. The roar of the crane and the sound of the waves intertwined, outlining the busyness and bustle of the Haojiang River. Chen Hanwen stood on the top floor of the warehouse, holding a cigarette in his hand, watching all this from a distance, with a meaningful smile on his face.

Xiaolong trotted up the stairs, holding a piece of intelligence in his hand, with a smile on his face that he couldn't hide: "Brother, something happened over at Kanta's place. One of his men ran away with the account book, and now the place is in chaos!"

Chen Hanwen raised his eyebrows and lightly dusted off his cigarette ash: "Ledger? Where did it go?"

"I heard that he went to find Brother Hua." Xiaolong's tone was full of excitement, "I guess he wanted to join him and find a backer."

"Looking for Brother Hua?" Chen Hanwen smiled, "Where's Brother Pi? How does he react?"

"Brother Pi just sent a message saying he wants to meet with us. He probably knows that Kanta is finished this time and wants to discuss the next cooperation." Xiaolong said with a smile, "Brother, we are sure to win now, right?"

"It's stable, but we still have to be careful." Chen Hanwen turned and looked at Xiaolong, his eyes revealing a shrewd look, "Don't forget, this kind of situation is most likely to make people lose their composure. We can't take it lightly."

"I understand, brother!" Xiaolong nodded, "Then how should we close the net next?"

"There's no rush to close the net." Chen Hanwen blew out a puff of smoke and said calmly, "Let Kanta toss around for a few more days. The more anxious he is, the more flaws he will reveal. What we have to do now is to wait and see what happens."

Xiaolong nodded. Although he was still thinking about resolving the issue quickly, he knew that Chen Hanwen's decisions were always accurate.

At the same time, a storm was brewing in Xi Mihua's office. Kanta's subordinate stood in the middle of the room with his head down, holding a thick account book in his hand, and his tone was full of trepidation: "Brother Hua, I really have no choice this time, I can only surrender to you..."

"Where is the account book?" Xi Mihua sat on a chair, slowly picked up a cup of tea, and spoke calmly.

The subordinate quickly handed over the account book. Xi Mihua flipped through a few pages and sneered, "Interesting. Kanta's place has so many tricks. No wonder he has been making so much trouble recently."

Chen Bing stood aside and said in a low voice: "Brother Hua, this guy came here very secretly. Do you want us to hide him first so that Kanta's people won't find him?"

"Hide?" Xi Mihua shook his head gently. "No need. Since he can come to me, it means he is ready to be discovered. If Kanta wants to cause trouble, let him come."

"So what should we do next?" Chen Bing asked.

Qiu San stood in the large conference room of Shengrong Hall, playing with an exquisite lighter in his hand. The light reflected on his face, alternating between light and dark. His eyes slowly swept across a map of the power distribution in Wan Chai, lingered on the location of the bar street for a moment, and then turned to A Bin who was standing beside him. A Bin stood by the table, holding a few documents in his hands, with a complicated expression.

"Brother Qiu, the situation tonight is already in chaos." A Bin said in a low voice, with a hint of worry in his tone, "Those small gangs started fighting among themselves, and some even went directly to Su Hanze to seek justice, but were blocked and sent back."

Qiu San slowly turned around, the lighter flicked open and closed in his hand, making a crisp sound. He leaned against the table, his tone indifferent: "Running to seek justice? What do they think Su Hanze is, a charity hall?"

A Bin nodded and continued, "Not only are they disappointed in Su Hanze, but they are also alienated from each other. Two small-scale conflicts have already occurred on Bar Street today. Our people did not intervene, and the situation became even more chaotic."

A sneer appeared on Qiu San's lips. He pointed at the distribution map on the table and said in a low voice: "This is their fate. These small gangs usually only know how to stick together for warmth, but when they encounter a real crisis, they will bite each other first. How long can Wan Chai keep people like them? Sooner or later, they will be cleared out."

Ah Bin hesitated for a moment and asked tentatively: "Third Brother Qiu, since they have become so chaotic, should we take this opportunity to take back Bar Street? After all, it is a prime location in Wan Chai, and we can't let Su Hanze extend his hand too far."

Qiu San's eyes swept over A Bin coldly, and there was a hint of sharpness in his voice: "Take it back, then what? Let them have an excuse to say that it was me who provoked the conflict? Or let these small gangs regard me as a life-saving straw?"

Abin lowered his head and said nothing more.

Qiu San approached the conference table, leaned over and pointed at Bar Street and several red-circled areas around it on the map. His eyes were deep. "I don't want to take Bar Street back, but to let everyone know that without me, Qiu San, Wan Chai will never be peaceful. If these small gangs don't learn to respect the rules now, they will never be qualified to stand on Wan Chai's territory."

Ah Bin looked up at him with awe in his eyes: "Brother Qiu, what should we do next? Should we continue to wait and see, or...?"

Qiu San smiled gently, but his eyes were cold: "Not moving? If we don't move, Su Hanze will really think we are dead. Tonight, send someone to walk around the bar street. You don't need to do anything, just let them see that we are still here."

A Bin nodded and quickly agreed: "Understood, I'll arrange it right away."

Qiu San waved his hand, signaling him to leave. The room returned to silence. He stood alone in front of the map, his eyes deep, as if he saw through everything.

As night fell, the neon lights of Wan Chai lit up one after another, and the bar street was still bustling with people, but the tension hidden behind the hustle and bustle was everywhere. The people sent by Qiu San did not make a big fuss, but just walked through the streets in groups of three or five, stopped for a while at a few key strongholds, and then left. Such actions seemed meaningless, but like a sharp knife, they cut a dull wound in the hearts of these small gangs.

"They are here again." The owner of a small bar stood by the window, watching the movement on the street through the gap and whispered. The brothers behind him looked nervous and talked in low voices.

"Is Qiu San really planning to come back and take over Bar Street?" A thin young man asked in a low voice, with a hint of fear in his eyes. "Who knows?" The boss shook his head, with a hint of bitterness in his tone, "But if Qiu San really wants to come back, what can we do? Su Hanze doesn't care about our lives at all now, and even our goods are being detained."

"But haven't we already surrendered to Su Hanze?" another young man whispered, "Even if he doesn't care anymore, at least he didn't touch us directly, right?"

The boss sneered, turned around and stared at him and said, "Didn't move? Do you think Su Hanze was joking when he seized our goods? He just wants to force us to give in completely and end up not even having food to eat."

The young man stopped talking and lowered his head in deep thought.

"Anyway, no matter what, Wan Chai is no longer our Wan Chai." The boss sighed, with deep helplessness in his voice, "In the fight between Qiu San and Su Hanze, we are the only ones who suffer in the end."

At the same time, Su Hanze was standing on the top floor of the Dynasty Nightclub, overlooking the lights of Wan Chai. Behind him, A Kuan was carefully reporting the latest situation.

"Brother Ze, Qiu San's people appeared on the bar street several times tonight. There was no direct action, but the people from several small gangs were obviously starting to panic." Ah Kuan's voice was low and solemn, "If this continues, those people may turn to Qiu San again."

Su Hanze frowned slightly, raised his hand, and gently stroked his chin, as if thinking about something. His eyes were still fixed on the window, but his tone was still calm: "Leaning towards Qiu San? How many times can these people fall? Ah Kuan, remember, the decision-making power in Wan Chai has never been in the hands of these small gangs."

"So what should we do next?" A Kuan asked, "Should we just eliminate those wavering forces?"

"No hurry." Su Hanze turned around, a hint of deep meaning flashed in his eyes, "Qiu San's action is just a test. He wants to see where our bottom line is. If we take action now, he will only figure out our intentions."

"But his actions in Bar Street have begun to affect our control." A Kuan frowned and said, "If we delay any further, I'm afraid more unstable factors will appear."

"The chaos on Bar Street is temporary." Su Hanze said slowly, his voice so low that it seemed to be squeezed out from the depths of his throat. "When these small gangs completely lose trust and have no one to rely on, they will come to us on their own."

Ah Kuan nodded, then whispered, "I understand. I'll arrange it right away."

Su Hanze did not say anything else, but turned back to look out the window. There was a hint of coldness in his eyes, as if he had locked onto a target.

When Qiu San returned to Shengrong Hall, it was almost midnight. He sat on the sofa, listening to A Bin's report on the latest developments in Bar Street, his expression remained calm.

"Third Brother Qiu, Su Hanze hasn't taken any direct action yet, but their people are watching us closely, as if they are waiting for our next step." Abin said.

Qiu San nodded and said slowly: "It's a good thing to keep an eye on him. It means he has concerns too."

"But what should we do next?" Abin asked, "If we continue in the current state, Su Hanze will probably wait until these small gangs completely turn against us before taking action."

"He won't wait too long." Qiu San smiled faintly, with a sly look in his eyes. "The longer he waits, the more impatient he will become. We just need to keep up the pressure and not rush into action."

A Bin nodded, but he still had some doubts in his heart. Qiu San's plan was unfathomable, but the current situation was too complicated to see the real direction.

Qiu San seemed extremely confident. He leaned back on the sofa, folded his hands over his chest, and looked at me with a deep gaze that was impossible to guess. This game of chess was approaching a critical moment, and every move would determine the future of Wan Chai.

Qiu San lit a cigarette, and in the smoke, his thoughts were as deep as the night in Wan Chai. He leaned back in his chair, half-closed his eyes, and said in a low voice: "A Bin, according to the news from the bar street today, who else has taken action?"

A Bin immediately opened the notebook in his hand and quickly glanced at the summary report: "There are some frictions between San Ye from Bar Street and several small leaders of Red Star. The reason is still the problem of goods transportation. Su Hanze seized their goods, and they accused each other of tipping off. In addition, the security guards in several places also took action, and the situation is getting more and more out of control."

Qiu San exhaled a puff of smoke, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a sneer: "Su Hanze's calculations seem clever, but he forgot one thing. These small gangs have their own ulterior motives. Once their interests are mixed up, even brothers can turn against each other, not to mention his so-called alliance."

A Bin looked up at Qiu San, his eyes full of doubt: "Brother Qiu San, why don't we take advantage of this opportunity to take action? Are we really going to let them continue to make trouble?"

"Take action?" Qiu San flicked the ash off his cigarette, his tone revealing a hint of contempt. "Take action is the stupidest choice. What we have to do now is to let them mess up the situation themselves, and then let Su Hanze clean it up. If they can't clean it up, those people will naturally remember who is the real backer."

A Bin nodded, with a hint of awe in his eyes: "Brother Qiu San, do you want them to see clearly that only you can stabilize this land?"

"That's right." Qiu San put out his cigarette in the ashtray and said in a low but powerful voice, "Remember, the more chaotic the situation is, the less anxious you should be. This is Su Hanze's game. The more proactive he is, the greater our chances of winning."

A few days later, the chaos in Wan Chai became more obvious. Disputes frequently occurred in several important places on Bar Street, and some even led to conflicts. Su Hanze's people tried to intervene, but they seemed powerless every time. Their tough measures did not calm the situation, but instead intensified the resentment of the small gangs.

"Brother Ze, those people in Wan Chai are too disobedient." Ah Kuan stood in front of Su Hanze, his tone full of helplessness, "The goods we seized have now become the fuse, and some people even spread the word that we squeezed them more harshly than Qiu San."

Su Hanze leaned back in his chair, his face still maintaining his usual calmness, but the coldness in his eyes deepened: "These people are really stupid. Do they think they can force us to give in by making a fuss?"

"But the current situation is not favorable to us." Ah Kuan frowned and said, "Although Qiu San's people did not intervene directly, their existence has given those small gangs hope. If this continues, we may really lose control of Bar Street."

"Lose?" Su Hanze sneered, with a hint of sarcasm in his tone, "Wan Chai's situation is always in the hands of the strong. If they want to turn the tables, they'll have to see if they have the luck to do so."

(End of this chapter)