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

Chapter 197 The Unsolved Mystery

"What?" Ah Bin smiled faintly and looked back at his brothers behind him. "We just want to tell everyone a fact - there is only one cargo route in Wan Chai that is always open, and that is Qiu San's route."

Zhang Hao slammed the table and was about to open his mouth to refute when he suddenly discovered that several cargo owners were whispering to each other with complicated and conflicted expressions on their faces.

"Captain Zhang, Wan Chai is so big, and we have to follow the rules when doing business." Ah Bin bent down slightly, but his tone was full of unquestionable pressure, "We will not block your way, but you should not think of eating up all the goods in Wan Chai in one go. Otherwise, no matter how good our conversation is now, it will not prevent trouble tomorrow."

Zhang Hao's forehead gradually oozes cold sweat. Once Qiu San's people speak, the hearts of these cargo owners will never come back.

The next day, the cargo owners in Wan Chai began to return Su Hanze's contracts and found Qiu San's people again. For a time, the situation at the East Pier was quickly reversed, and most of the cargo routes that Su Hanze had worked hard to manage were cut off.

"Brother Ze, something happened at the East Pier." Ah Kuan rushed into Su Hanze's office, his face pale. "Qiu San's people intervened directly, and all the cargo owners began to side with him. The plan we worked so hard to set up is about to collapse!"

Su Hanze stood up slowly, his eyes as cold as a knife. He placed his hands lightly on the table and whispered, "Qiu San... you've caused me a lot of trouble."

"Brother Ze, do you want to..." A Kuan made a tentative gesture, with a hint of cruelty flashing in his eyes.

"No hurry." Su Hanze waved his hand and glanced coldly out the window. "He thought he won, but the game has just begun. He can take back the goods, but I can make it difficult for him to move forward in his territory."

Qiu San stood in the office on the second floor of Shengrong Hall, holding a cargo list that he had just sorted out. He quickly scanned the list from top to bottom, and after confirming that there were no problems with each route and time, he placed the document on the table. He turned sideways to look at A Bin standing beside him, and said in a low and calm tone: "To what extent has the cargo route at the East Wharf been restored now?"

A Bin straightened up and replied, "Brother Qiu, 70% of the cargo owners have come back to cooperate with us. Some are still waiting and watching, but they have nowhere to go for the cargo in their hands, so they will have to come back sooner or later."

"Sooner or later?" Qiu San chuckled, his eyes like a knife in the cold night, "Business people are afraid of sooner or later. The goods in Wan Chai can't wait. Let them decide immediately. We don't have time to waste on these fence-sitters."

A Bin nodded, with a hint of respect in his tone: "Understood, I will send someone to urge them to come back as soon as possible."

Qiu San tapped the table lightly, as if he was thinking about something. After a moment, he raised his head and said, "Brothers, please pay attention. This time it's not just about the goods. Su Hanze will not give up easily. He will take action soon."

A Bin paused, a look of worry on his face: "Third Brother Qiu, if Su Hanze's men really dare to take action, should we just confront them head-on?"

Qiu San did not answer immediately. He stood up, walked to the window, looked down at the bustling street outside, and said in a low voice: "A head-on confrontation is the worst option. We need to let Su Hanze take action, but not when he is ready, but when he is most panicked."

Ah Bin nodded, not quite understanding: "Brother Qiu, do you mean to wait until he gets angry and then fight back?"

"Right." Qiu San turned around, his eyes as sharp as an eagle's. "Wan Chai is like a taut bow right now. Whoever loses balance first will collapse. What we need to do is to make Su Hanze lose his balance first."

A Bin took a deep breath and nodded solemnly: "I understand. I will arrange for the brothers and will not let Su Hanze take advantage of it."

At the same time, Su Hanze's pressure was already obvious. The freight situation at the East Wharf was a heavy blow to him. The originally stable supply of goods suddenly decreased, causing his offline and warehouse to be in a tight situation. In the office, A Kuan couldn't help frowning while looking at the latest freight data.

"Brother Ze, the situation is not favorable to us now." Ah Kuan whispered, "The freight volume at the East Wharf has been reduced by one third, and many people have begun to turn to Qiu San. If this continues, we may not be able to maintain our channel."

Su Hanze stood in front of the window, holding a glass of red wine in his hand, his expression normal, but his brows were furrowed. He did not respond to Ah Kuan's words immediately, but slowly turned around, put the wine glass on the table, and looked at him coldly: "The channel cannot be kept because they think Qiu San can give them more benefits. But I want to let them know that following Qiu San will only make them lose everything."

Ah Kuan was stunned for a moment, then he understood what Su Hanze meant: "Brother Ze, do you mean to create some trouble and make those cargo owners regret it?"

"Trouble?" Su Hanze sneered, his eyes full of coldness, "Trouble is too light, I will make it difficult for them to take a single step on Qiu San's way."

Ah Kuan nodded and immediately asked, "Then what should we do?"

Su Hanze walked slowly to the table and whispered, "First, send someone to keep an eye on Qiu San's cargo routes and find his weak points. Whether it's loading, transportation or unloading, as long as there is a loophole, magnify it. Second, further compress the channels in our hands and let these cargo owners know that they can't survive without us."

A hint of cruelty flashed in A Kuan's eyes: "I understand. I'll arrange it right away."

A few days later, the situation in Wan Chai became tense again. Although Qiu San's cargo route was initially restored, problems occurred one after another during transportation. Several trucks loaded with goods were stopped on the road, drivers were threatened, and even a batch of important goods was maliciously damaged before being transported to the warehouse. This series of emergencies plunged the freight system, which had just stabilized, into chaos again.

"Brother Qiu, this is bad!" A Bin hurriedly pushed open the door of the office, his face full of anxiety, "Su Hanze's people stopped our goods on the road, and several brothers were almost beaten. Another batch of goods was directly splashed with oil when it was unloaded, and it is completely unusable!"

Qiu San sat on the chair with a cold look. His eyes fell on the map on the table, and his fingers gently tapped a few key locations. He said in a low voice: "Su Hanze has started to act."

"Yes." A Bin gritted his teeth and said angrily, "They are now determined to cut off our path! Third Brother Qiu, should we fight back?"

Qiu San did not answer. He lowered his head and thought for a while, then slowly stood up: "Of course we have to fight back, but not now. Su Hanze thinks he has the initiative, so let him be more presumptuous."

"Are you being presumptuous again?" Abin was stunned for a moment, obviously confused.

"Yes." Qiu San walked to the window, his tone calm but firm, "Let him feel that he has control of the situation. The more he lets down his guard, the more flaws he will reveal."

"But if the problem of cargo transportation is not solved, the confidence of those cargo owners may be shaken." Abin said tentatively.

"Confidence can be restored." Qiu San's eyes were as sharp as a knife, "But if Su Hanze reveals his trump card, he will never have a chance to turn things around."

A Bin nodded. Although he still had some doubts in his heart, he knew that Qiu San had thought through every step. He immediately turned around and left to make arrangements. A few days later, Qiu San's people began to fight back. They quietly set up an ambush near the East Pier, and when the time was right, they captured several of Su Hanze's small leaders. At the same time, a batch of important goods shipped to Su Hanze's camp mysteriously disappeared. This series of precise counterattacks instantly plunged Su Hanze's forces into chaos.

"Brother Ze, something happened!" Ah Kuan rushed into the office, his face pale, "Our goods were intercepted during transportation, and several important brothers were controlled by Qiu San's people!"

Su Hanze's face darkened instantly. He slammed the table and shouted angrily, "Qiu San finally took action."

"Brother Ze, what should we do?" A Kuan asked tentatively.

"What should I do?" Su Hanze gritted his teeth, his eyes full of murderous intent, "Since he wants to start a war, I will fight him to the end."

Qiu San leaned on the sofa, holding a cup of tea in his hand, his eyes coldly falling on the surface of the tea. His fingers tapped lightly on the wall of the cup, making a rhythmic sound. The room was so quiet that even this tiny sound seemed abrupt. A Bin stood aside, with a complicated expression, as if he had something unsaid.

"Su Hanze has taken action." Qiu San said calmly, as if what he just heard was not a piece of news that would escalate the situation in Wan Chai again, but just a daily trivial matter.

"Yes, Third Brother Qiu." A Bin responded in a low voice, "But their actions are not too big. They mainly target our cargo routes. They blocked a batch of goods, but the subsequent goods were not moved."

Qiu San narrowed his eyes, picked up the teacup and took a sip. "They didn't move because they haven't figured out our details yet. Su Hanze's people have always been cautious, especially when the situation is stalemate. He doesn't dare to start a war rashly, so he can only test it."

"But his attempt has a great impact on our cargo owners." Abin frowned, "Several people have started to inquire about other routes, and some even... want to get close to Su Hanze again."

Qiu San put down his teacup, slowly stood up, and walked to the window. He looked out at the street and said in a low but unquestionable tone, "Abin, we can't keep those fence-sitters."

A Bin was startled: "Brother Qiu, what do you mean...?"

"Give them one last chance." Qiu San's gaze was as calm as the sea at night, chilling. "Tell them that if they still want to do business in Wan Chai, they should stop thinking about wavering. Whoever dares to waver will lose his territory."

Abin took a deep breath and nodded: "Understood, I'll do it right away."

Qiu San continued to look out the window, silent for a long time. His heart seemed to have a string stretched very tight, which could break at any time. This game has entered the most dangerous stage, and if he is not careful, the whole situation may get out of control.

A few days later, the situation in Wan Chai escalated further. Although Qiu San's cargo route was temporarily stabilized, Su Hanze's counterattack became more and more intense. His people not only began to create trouble on the transportation line, but also quietly infiltrated Qiu San's control, trying to pry his inner circle.

"Brother Qiu, this is bad!" A Bin hurriedly pushed open the door of the office, his voice filled with obvious anxiety, "There's a problem with the 'Glorious Place' on our bar street. The manager there ran away with the account book and went straight to Su Hanze."

Qiu San's face darkened slightly, but he quickly regained his composure: "He ran away? Did he think Su Hanze could protect him?"

"I heard that he took a lot of our accounts. If Su Hanze uses these things to make trouble..." Abin didn't finish his words, but his meaning was already very clear.

Qiu San smiled coldly, with disdain in his tone: "Account books? He dares to take those things and embarrass himself? Ah Bin, send someone to check immediately to see if there is anyone else behind him. If not, give him a warning and let him know who makes the rules in Wan Chai."

"Understood. I'll do it right away." Abin nodded and left, his steps seeming more hurried than ever.

At the same time, Su Hanze was sitting in his office, holding the account book he had taken from Guanghui Field. He glanced slowly over it, and a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"The accounts are clear." Su Hanze handed the account book to A Kuan beside him, and said in a relaxed and disdainful tone, "But these things are not enough to attack Qiu San."

"Brother Ze, the people from Guanghui have completely turned to us." Ah Kuan said cautiously, "If we put more pressure on them, Qiu San's bar street will probably be completely shaken."

"Put pressure on?" Su Hanze shook his head, his tone calm and deep, "Now is not the time. Qiu San's men have just stabilized the cargo route, he must be more nervous than anyone else. We need to let him make mistakes, rather than actively break through his position."

"But what if he doesn't make any mistakes?" A Kuan asked tentatively.

"He will make mistakes." Su Hanze looked out the window and said firmly, "Qiu San may seem calm, but his weakness is that he is too cautious. The more he wants to stabilize the situation, the more flaws he will reveal. What we have to do is to keep a close eye on his every step."

Ah Kuan nodded and said no more. He knew that Su Hanze would never fight a battle without preparation.

A few hours later, the accounts of Guanghui Field were sent back to Qiu San. A Bin stood in front of him with an unpleasant look on his face: "Brother Qiu San, although the people over there have not taken any action for the time being, Su Hanze will definitely use these things to stir up more trouble."

Qiu San glanced at the account book, his face was calm. He threw the account book on the table and said in a low voice: "If he wants to cause trouble, let him do it. All he can do is talk."

"But..." Abin wanted to say more, but Qiu San raised his hand to stop him.

"Abin, the situation in Wan Chai cannot be changed by account books." Qiu San said slowly, with an unquestionable pressure in his tone, "Tell the brothers to defend the bar street and the pier. As long as we don't make trouble, Su Hanze won't be able to make any waves."

Ah Bin nodded his head and turned to leave. Qiu San sat alone in the office, his eyes sharp, his fingers tapping lightly on the desk.

Qiu San sat on the sofa, his hands folded, his fingers tapping slowly on the armrests, his rhythm impatient. There was only one dim light in the room, the ashtray was full of cigarette butts, and the air was filled with a faint smell of burning. He stared at the account book on the table, as if he was pondering an unsolved mystery.

(End of this chapter)