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

Chapter 204: Continue to put pressure on

Qiu San did not answer immediately. He slowly walked to the table, picked up the record, glanced at it, and then gently put it back on the table. He looked up at the greasy-haired man and said calmly, "What's your name?"

"Liang Zhiqiang." The greasy-haired man straightened his back slightly, but there was still a hint of vigilance in his eyes.

"Zhiqiang." Qiu San nodded, as if savoring the name. "Who do you think is responsible for the current chaos in Wan Chai's cargo routes?"

Liang Zhiqiang was slightly stunned, his eyes dodged for a moment: "Of course it's those who come to make trouble. Our small gang just wants to do business, but the current situation..."

"Situation?" Qiu San interrupted him, with a hint of sarcasm in his tone, "Who do you think is in control of the current situation?"

Liang Zhiqiang opened his mouth, but no words came out.

"There is only one truly smooth cargo route in Wan Chai." Qiu San slowly scanned the room, his eyes like a knife falling on everyone's face, "If you don't believe me, you can try changing to another route and see how many days it takes to deliver the goods."

The faces of the cargo owners suddenly became even uglier, and some of them even lowered their heads and dared not look at him.

"But what I want to tell you is that this cargo route is not for anyone to test." Qiu San's voice became increasingly low, but it carried an unquestionable pressure. "Today, I am standing here to tell you one thing - it is not yet the turn of Su Hanze's people to interfere in Wan Chai's business. Anyone who believes them can experience the consequences."

The room was dead silent, with only a few gentle breathing sounds echoing in the air. After a long time, the elderly cargo owner finally stood up and said with his head down: "Brother Qiu San, of course we trust you. Today's gathering has absolutely no other meaning. It's just... I just hope you can help us a little more and completely solve the problem of the cargo route."

Qiu San nodded, his eyes still cold: "From today on, the defense of the East Pier will be doubled. Anyone who dares to block the way will be killed. If you hear any more rumors, remember - there is only one rule in Wan Chai, and that is my rule."

The cargo owners nodded repeatedly, their voices full of obedience. Liang Zhiqiang did not dare to say anything more, and left in a hurry with his head down.

Qiu San turned and walked out of the warehouse. A Bin followed him and whispered, "Brother Qiu San, should we deal with the two representatives of the small gang just now?"

"No need." Qiu San said coldly, "They are just pawns thrown out by Su Hanze's people. They can't cause any waves. Just keep a close eye on them. The real opponent is still behind."

Qiu San walked out of warehouse No. 3. The night wind was a little colder than before. He stood at the door, squinting his eyes slightly to look at the sky. The crane arm at the dock in the distance stood quietly in the light, like some kind of silent giant beast. A Bin stood behind him carefully, silent for a few seconds, and finally couldn't help asking: "Brother Qiu San, although those cargo owners seem to have accepted it on the surface, they are still worried in their hearts, right?"

Qiu San did not answer immediately. He reached into his pocket, took out a cigarette and lit it, the smoke quickly blowing away in the cold wind. He took a slow puff and then said calmly: "It is normal for the cargo owners to be afraid. They are afraid because they have no choice. What we have to do is to let them know that they will never have any other way except to follow me, Qiu San."

A Bin nodded, but his expression still showed some hesitation: "But Su Hanze has more and more people. They use small gangs and miscellaneous troops to harass the cargo owners. Sooner or later, the patience of the cargo owners will be exhausted. If we don't give them a stable result quickly, what if there is another disturbance..."

"Make a fuss?" Qiu San turned to look at A Bin, a sneer on his face, "A Bin, do you think these people in Wan Chai really believe that Su Hanze can protect them, or are they just scared?"

A Bin was stunned for a moment, then lowered his head: "Maybe he was scared."

"That's right, they were scared." Qiu San pressed the cigarette butt hard on the ground at his feet, and there was a hint of coldness in his tone. "Unfortunately, they forgot that Su Hanze wants chaos now, and I want a situation. A chaotic person can be frightened for a while, but I can't protect him forever."

A Bin raised his head, and the expression on his face changed from hesitation to understanding: "Third Brother Qiu, what you mean is..."

"Su Hanze's people can use the ragtag army to block the road now because he is waiting for us to cause chaos." Qiu San turned and walked towards the car, his tone low and firm, "But if he makes a wrong bet, he will be dragged into the chaos in Wan Chai first."

A Bin quickly followed and couldn't help asking, "So are we going to take action next?"

"No hurry." Qiu San opened the car door and got in, his eyes deep. "Every step Su Hanze takes now is forcing us to make mistakes, but he forgets that the harder he pushes, the easier it is for him to reveal his flaws. The next thing is to wait."

Abin was stunned for a moment, but didn't ask any more questions and quickly sat in the passenger seat.

The car started slowly and drove away from the dock, leaving behind a silence with dim lights.

At the same time, Su Hanze was sitting in the top floor office of the Dynasty Nightclub. His fingers tapped lightly on the table, his eyes fell on the map on the table. Ah Kuan stood aside, looking a little excited: "Brother Ze, the emotions of the cargo owners at the East Pier have been aroused. Although they haven't completely turned against us, it can be seen that their confidence in Qiu San is wavering."

"Confidence?" Su Hanze sneered, his tone full of contempt, "Qiu San relies on intimidation and so-called rules. They follow him because they think he can protect the goods. But once their goods have problems, no matter how strict the rules are, they can't suppress the fear in their hearts."

"What's next?" A Kuan asked tentatively, "Should we increase our efforts? Completely block the cargo route to the East Pier?"

"Blocked?" Su Hanze slowly raised his head and glanced at A Kuan like a knife. "Do you think that if we block the goods route, we will win?"

Ah Kuan was stunned for a moment: "But, as long as the owner of the goods completely turns to us..."

"The cargo owners turned to us because they saw no hope for Qiu San." Su Hanze stood up and walked to the window, overlooking Wan Chai at night. "But if we move too hastily now, Qiu San will definitely defend the East Pier to the death. By then, all the pressure will be on him, and he will be able to hold his ground."

"So what you mean is..." A Kuan asked cautiously.

"Keep pushing him, but don't push him too hard." Su Hanze's tone was cold, "Let the owner of the goods make more trouble. It would be best if we could distract Qiu San's men. As long as his front is disrupted, we will have a chance to strike a fatal blow."

Ah Kuan nodded, a hint of cruelty flashed in his eyes: "Understood, I will arrange it right away."

Su Hanze turned around and sat back in his chair, his eyes on the map again. His fingers gently traced the location of the East Pier, and a meaningful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Qiu San, do you think you can win if you can defend it? Unfortunately, the situation in Wan Chai has never been won by defense." A few days later, the situation in Wan Chai became more tense. The cargo owners at the East Pier began to publicly pressure Qiu San, and some even said that if the cargo route problem could not be solved, they would consider changing the route. At the same time, Su Hanze's people also stepped up their actions in the bar street and other areas, constantly creating small-scale conflicts, making Qiu San's people exhausted.

"Brother Qiu, there was another incident at the East Pier today." A Bin pushed open the door of his office, looking anxious. "A batch of goods was stopped just after arriving at the port, and the owner has started making trouble at the dock."

Qiu San sat on the chair, frowning slightly: "Who is the person who stopped the goods?"

"It's still the same ragtag army, but this time they have more people." Abin sighed, "The cargo owners are even more panicked when they see this scene."

Qiu San stood up and walked to the window, his eyes coldly sweeping across the street outside the window: "Su Hanze's people want to use this method to drag down our front line. They think we will cause chaos."

"Should we take direct action and wipe out those ragtag troops in one fell swoop?" Abin asked tentatively.

"No need." Qiu San's tone was calm as usual. "These ragtag troops are just a decoy. The real chess pieces haven't moved yet. Abin, go inform the brothers to strengthen the defense of the East Pier and keep a close eye on the movements of the bar street. Su Hanze's plan will soon be exposed."

Abin nodded and left quickly.

Qiu San stood alone in front of the window, his eyes deep. Su Hanze's actions seemed sharp, but in fact they were full of loopholes. And his task was to completely reverse the situation when the opponent was at his most proud.

Wan Chai is still brightly lit at night, but beneath the bustling exterior, undercurrents are surging, and a bigger storm could break out at any time. Qiu San's fingers tapped the window frame gently, and each tap seemed like a foreshadowing for the next move. There was no panic in his eyes, only the certainty and determination of victory.

Su Hanze stood on the rooftop of the Dynasty Nightclub. The night wind blew in from the open window, blowing his suit jacket. He held a glass of red wine in his hand. The deep red liquid looked deep and dangerous under the light.

His eyes fell on the streets of Wan Chai outside the window, his eyes were stern, but there was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth. Ah Kuan stood aside, lowering his head and reporting: "Brother Ze, this afternoon, our people intercepted another batch of Qiu San's goods at the East Pier. The owners of the goods were anxious on the spot and almost had a conflict with his people."

Su Hanze didn't look back. He took a sip of red wine slowly and said in a low and calm voice: "Are the cargo owners starting to make trouble?"

"Yes, they have completely lost their patience with Qiu San now." A Kuan's tone was a little excited, "Plus, our people have been spreading the word that he can't protect the cargo route now, and many people have begun to consider changing routes."

Su Hanze put the wine glass on the windowsill, turned around and looked at Ah Kuan, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth: "They are considering changing the route because they think Qiu San can still be saved. If they don't even have this idea, then we will win."

Ah Kuan was slightly stunned, then nodded: "Brother Ze means that we need to add more fuel to the fire?"

"We need to add fuel to the fire, but not too quickly." Su Hanze slowly walked to the sofa and sat down, his eyes still calm. "The East Pier is now his lifeline, and he will definitely do his best to defend it. Our people don't need to rush to attack. We can continue to use the ragtag army to block his cargo route and create more trouble. At the same time, let our network continue to spread the news among the cargo owners and tell them that as long as they are willing to change the route, we can guarantee 100% safety."

Ah Kuan nodded, with a hint of ruthlessness on his face: "Understood, I'll arrange it right away."

Su Hanze lit a cigarette, and the smoke slowly rose in the dim room. His eyes fell on the window again, and he whispered to himself: "Qiu San, how long can you hold on?"

The next morning, the East Pier in Wan Chai was still busy, with trucks coming in and out, but there was a sense of uneasiness in the air. Several cargo owners gathered together and whispered, their faces full of anxiety. Su Hanze's people mixed in with the crowd, intentionally or unintentionally provoking their emotions.

"Do you still expect Qiu San to protect the goods? That batch of goods was almost stopped at the port yesterday. If our people hadn't passed the message, it would have been gone long ago." A greasy-haired man sneered. His voice was not loud, but loud enough for people around to hear.

"If we continue on this route, we will lose everything sooner or later." Another cargo owner sighed, "How about... try another route?"

"It should have been changed a long time ago." The man raised his eyebrows with a meaningful smile on his face. "As long as you nod, I guarantee that there will be no problems during the trip."

The discussion among several people was heard far away by Qiu San's men who were on patrol. Although no one dared to interrupt directly, the atmosphere of uncertainty had quietly spread.

At the same time, Su Hanze was sitting in the conference room of the Dynasty Nightclub. Several of his confidants were sitting on both sides of the long table. The atmosphere was particularly solemn.

"Brother Ze, Qiu San's people have begun to intensify patrols at the dock. They arrested two of our people last night and extorted a lot of details from us." A middle-aged man said with a frown.

"What can they ask?" Su Hanze glanced at him with a hint of disdain in his tone.

"It's nothing important, just some confessions from some miscellaneous soldiers." The middle-aged man waved his hand quickly, and then added, "But this shows that Qiu San has begun to be alert."

"So what if he's alert?" Su Hanze's voice remained calm. "The situation in Wan Chai has never been stabilized by him alone. Can he hold on today? Can he hold on tomorrow? We just need to keep putting pressure on him and force him to be distracted again and again. One day he will make a mistake."

"Brother Ze, should we make another effort in Bar Street?" Ah Kuan asked, with a tentative tone in his voice. "Qiu San has now concentrated most of his manpower at the East Pier, and the defense of Bar Street has been relaxed a lot."

Su Hanze pondered for a moment, then nodded slowly: "You can do it, but you have to control the strength. Our goal is to make him run around for a long time, not to force him to make a desperate move. Ah Kuan, you go and monitor the actions on Bar Street yourself, and make sure that no trace is left."

"I understand, Brother Ze." A Kuan nodded, a hint of cruelty flashing in his eyes.

As night fell, the atmosphere in Wan Chai became more tense. Several places on Bar Street had small-scale conflicts one after another. Although they did not cause much damage, they were enough to make Qiu San's people busy. At the same time, the problem of cargo transportation at the East Pier was still unresolved, and the complaints of cargo owners were getting louder and louder.

(End of this chapter)