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

Chapter 205 Staring at Liu Hailong

Su Hanze sat in the office, holding a glass of red wine in his hand, his eyes fell on a document on the table. He sneered and said in a low voice: "Qiu San, how many people do you have left? Wan Chai's chess game can't be won by force."

At this time, A Kuan pushed the door open and walked in, his expression showing a bit of excitement: "Brother Ze, I just received news that several owners of the bar street have begun to contact us. They said that as long as we can provide protection, they are willing to consider cooperation."

Su Hanze raised his head, with a hint of approval in his eyes: "Very good. This is the result we want."

He put down his glass, stood up and walked to the window, overlooking Wan Chai at night. A deep voice echoed in the room: "Next, let Qiu San break up this game by himself. He thinks he can still hold on, but he doesn't know that every step he takes is within my calculations."

Su Hanze stood in front of the French window on the top floor of the Dynasty Nightclub, his eyes deep, the street lights of Wan Chai in the distance interweaved into a dazzling light net. He lit a cigarette, the smoke slowly rose in the room, blending into the slightly tired cold light in his eyes. At the conference table behind him, several men were discussing the latest intelligence in a low voice, their voices were cautious, for fear of disturbing his thoughts at the moment.

"Brother Ze, the pressure on the cargo owners has reached its limit." Ah Kuan spoke first, his tone revealing a bit of uncontrollable excitement. "Yesterday, three more cargo owners came to talk to our people. They asked if they could switch routes as soon as possible, and said that as long as we can keep the cargo route, any conditions can be negotiated."

Su Hanze turned around slowly, his brows slightly raised: "As long as the conditions are met, we can negotiate? Have you tested their bottom line?"

Ah Kuan nodded, picked up a stack of documents from the table and handed them over: "After some probing, the conditions of these cargo owners are relatively loose, but they all made one request - they don't want to openly turn against Qiu San. They are still afraid of Qiu San."

Su Hanze took the document and flipped through two pages at random. His eyes stopped at a few familiar names, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Are you afraid of Qiu San? These people are not afraid of Qiu San, but afraid of choosing the wrong path. Now the more they try, the more it shows that our layout is effective."

Ah Kuan smiled and said, "Indeed, the current situation is becoming more and more favorable to us. Qiu San is already exhausted from dealing with the situation. The staff at East Pier and Bar Street have been transferred back and forth. One day, they will be unable to hold on."

Su Hanze closed the file, put it back on the table, and looked out the window again: "Can't hold it in? He's already breaking down. Ah Kuan, go check if there are any more problems with those places on Bar Street. If there are, create a few accidents to let them know that as long as they follow Qiu San, their problems will not stop."

Ah Kuan paused for a moment, then nodded: "I understand, I'll arrange it right away."

Su Hanze sat back in the large leather chair, tapping his fingers on the table, as if setting the pace for the next move. He knew that Qiu San was trying to stabilize the situation with every move at this moment, but the harder he tried, the more it showed that he had no way out.

Half an hour later, Ah Kuan returned with the latest intelligence, with a bit of excitement on his face: "Brother Ze, I just received news that Qiu San convened a group of cargo owners for a small meeting today. His attitude was very tough, but the cargo owners were obviously dissatisfied, especially one of them named Liu Hailong, who had the most negative attitude."

"Liu Hailong?" Su Hanze raised his eyebrows. He had some impression of this name. "Is he the owner of the goods on the bar street?"

"Yes, I have always been following Qiu San." Ah Kuan nodded, "But I heard that he has suffered a lot of losses during this period, and he is very unhappy."

Su Hanze tapped the table lightly, a trace of calculation flashing in his eyes: "This kind of person is the easiest to control. Since he has wavered, give him some opportunities and let him stand up completely."

Ah Kuan's eyes lit up: "You mean, let him test the waters?"

"That's right." Su Hanze nodded, his tone calm and decisive, "Contact his people and tell him that as long as he is willing to cooperate, we can not only guarantee his cargo route, but also let him be the first person to taste the sweetness. Profits are always the best catalyst."

"I understand. I'll do it right away." A Kuan left quickly.

Su Hanze sat alone in the room, his eyes once again falling on Wan Chai outside the window. He knew that this game had reached the most critical stage, and every step was related to victory or defeat. He slowly took a puff of cigarette, and the smoke spread in the air, like an invisible net, covering the entire Wan Chai.

It was late at night, and the lights of the Dynasty Nightclub were still bright, but Wan Chai was caught in an undercurrent. A few days later, Liu Hailong really sent a message that he had decided to stand on Su Hanze's side and was willing to reveal all the goods and resources in his hands.

"Brother Ze, we've already made an agreement with Liu Hailong." Ah Kuan stood in the office, unable to hide his pride in his tone, "He's willing to hand over the shipping route, and is also willing to help us win over several other neutral cargo owners."

"Very good." Su Hanze nodded, with a hint of satisfaction in his eyes, "Tell him that he just needs to do his own thing in peace, and we will take care of the rest."

Ah Kuan hesitated for a moment and asked in a low voice, "What about Qiu San? Will he notice it soon?"

"So what if he noticed?" Su Hanze sneered. "He has already crossed the river. The situation at the East Pier is getting worse day by day. How much time does he have to care about these small gangs? Besides, even if he knew that Liu Hailong had betrayed him, would he dare to do anything? If he did, what would the other cargo owners think?"

Ah Kuan nodded repeatedly: "Brother Ze is very smart. Qiu San's situation is indeed becoming more and more difficult."

Su Hanze stood up, walked to the window, looked at the brightly lit dock not far away, and said in a low but firm voice: "We have already taken advantage of this game. Next, we just need to wait until Qiu San's last card is completely played, and then we can close the net."

As time went by, the situation in Wan Chai became more and more complicated with Su Hanze's layout. Although Qiu San was still trying hard to stabilize the situation, cracks began to appear in his defense. The dissatisfaction of the cargo owners became louder and louder, the riots in Bar Street gradually got out of control, and the cargo route problem at the East Pier was even more difficult to solve.

Su Hanze sat on the top floor of the Dynasty Nightclub, holding a glass of red wine in his hand, his eyes deep. Victory was approaching him step by step. A sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, and his voice was low: "Qiu San, you have already lost this game."

Su Hanze stood by the window, his eyes slightly lowered, staring at the blurred lights of Wan Chai, the red wine in his hand swaying in the glass, the wine sliding down the wall of the glass. His eyes were not focused on any one place, but it seemed that he was looking through the flashy light and shadow and seeing through the veins of the entire Wan Chai. He knew that the current calm was just an illusion, and under each bright light, there was a pair of uneasy eyes, and these eyes would eventually be led by him and gathered into a force to destroy Qiu San.

Ah Kuan stood not far away, waiting for Su Hanze's instructions. He whispered, "Brother Ze, Liu Hailong has gathered the cargo owners together as you wish. They are now meeting to discuss the new route, and our people have been arranged. As long as they nod, the East Pier will be in chaos."

Su Hanze did not answer immediately. He turned around, put the wine glass on the table, and slowly walked towards A Kuan, his eyes falling on a spread-out map. It was a panoramic view of Wan Chai, with the East Pier, Bar Street, and freight routes clearly marked. He reached out and tapped the East Pier lightly, saying in a low voice: "Liu Hailong is just the first step. I don't want chaos, but to shake Qiu San's foundation." A Kuan was startled and nodded quickly: "Brother Ze means that we should wait until these cargo owners completely give up on him before closing the net?"

"Give up?" Su Hanze snorted, his eyes cold, "Their trust in Qiu San now is like a pendulum hanging on a broken rope, it can fall at any time. What I have to do is to give him another push and let him cut the rope himself."

Ah Kuan nodded and asked in a deep voice, "Next, should we attack the East Pier?"

Su Hanze waved his hand, his tone calm but unquestionable: "We can't rush the situation at the East Pier. If we rush, it will be like telling Qiu San our trump card. Continue to use the ragtag army to hold him back, but don't go too far, so that he feels that he can still cope with it. At the same time, create more dissatisfaction among the cargo owners, stir up their conflicts, and let them mess up first."

Ah Kuan's eyes lit up and he nodded repeatedly: "Brother Ze is smart, I understand."

"There is one more thing." Su Hanze's eyes narrowed slightly. "Continue to increase the pressure on those small places on Bar Street. Qiu San is now focusing on East Pier, but his resources and manpower are limited, so he can't take care of everything. As long as Bar Street becomes chaotic, the pressure on East Pier will be even greater."

Ah Kuan took the order and was about to turn around and leave when Su Hanze stopped him again: "Remember, every move must be made to appear accidental so that Qiu San can't find any evidence pointing to us. His situation is already chaotic enough, he doesn't need us to add fuel to the fire. As long as we keep pushing, the undercurrent will swallow him up."

A few days later, the situation at the East Pier deteriorated further. The conflicts among the cargo owners gradually became public, and Liu Hailong became the leader. He brought several cargo owners to put forward almost harsh conditions to Qiu San. They asked Qiu San to completely solve the cargo route problem within two days, otherwise they would collectively turn to other routes. At the same time, the riots on Bar Street were also escalating. The owners of several small venues were threatened one after another, and some even clashed with Qiu San's people on the street.

"Brother Qiu, the situation is getting worse!" A Bin hurriedly pushed open the door of the office, his face full of anxiety, "The brothers on Bar Street had a fight with someone last night, and several places suffered losses. The situation at the East Pier is even worse. Those cargo owners have directly said that if you don't get a reply today, they will stop delivering goods!"

Qiu San sat on the chair with a gloomy face. His fingers tapped the table lightly, and he looked at A Bin coldly: "Have you found out who did it in the bar street?"

"Not yet." A Bin lowered his head, his tone revealing a bit of helplessness, "Those people are very cunning. They move to another place every time they shoot. Our people can't find any clues at all."

Qiu San sneered, his tone was chilling: "Fire one shot and move to another place? It seems that Su Hanze is really willing to put in the effort."

"But our manpower is already very scattered." Abin frowned and said, "If we don't concentrate our strength, I'm afraid we won't be able to defend both sides."

Qiu San frowned, and a trace of thought flashed across his eyes. He knew that the current situation was extremely unfavorable to him. Su Hanze's layout was getting tighter and tighter, and the emotions of the cargo owners were on the verge of exploding. He had to make a decision, otherwise, not only would the cargo route collapse completely, but his entire power might also be defeated.

"Abin." Qiu San stood up slowly, his eyes cold, "Gather everyone to the East Pier. I want to meet those cargo owners in person."

A Bin was stunned: "What about the bar street?"

"No matter how chaotic the people on Bar Street are, they can't overthrow us all at once." Qiu San's voice was low and firm, "But if we can't defend the East Pier, we're really finished."

Abin nodded and left in a hurry.

At the same time, Su Hanze was sitting on the top floor of the Dynasty Nightclub, surrounded by his men, with a hint of excitement on their faces.

"Brother Ze, Qiu San went to the East Wharf in person today. He transferred everyone there, and the bar street is almost empty now." A Kuan said in a low voice.

Su Hanze nodded, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth: "He finally couldn't help it."

"So what should we do next..." A Kuan asked tentatively.

"Keep applying pressure on Bar Street," Su Hanze said calmly, "but don't make it too obvious. Let him think that the Bar Street incident was just a provocation by some small gangs, not ours. The focus is on East Pier."

Ah Kuan nodded: "Understood, I'll arrange it right away."

Su Hanze picked up the wine glass and swirled the red wine gently, his eyes deep: "Qiu San, you think you can defend the East Pier, but you don't know that the real chess game has been set up behind you. This time, I will not let you even have a chance to fight back."

As night fell, the atmosphere in Wan Chai became increasingly tense. In the meeting room of the East Pier, Qiu San was arguing fiercely with the cargo owners, and his men were waiting outside the pier. On the bar street, Su Hanze's layout had quietly unfolded, and riots broke out in several places at the same time, completely breaking the original balance.

Su Hanze stood in front of the window, watching all this, with a gleam of victory in his eyes. This game of chess was drawing to a close, and it was only a matter of time before Qiu San collapsed.

Qiu San stood in the middle of the conference room at the East Pier. The teacup in his hand was empty, and a trace of tea stains at the bottom of the cup quietly reflected the light. His face was as gloomy as a dark cloud, and his eyes swept over the several cargo owners sitting at the table. They had different expressions on their faces, some were full of anxiety, some had flickering eyes, and some lowered their heads to fiddle with their phones, as if waiting for something. In the whole room, only Qiu San's footsteps echoed, slow and oppressive.

"Do you think that I, Qiu San, can't protect this road?" His voice was low and full of suppressed anger, but he didn't reveal any loss of control of his emotions. He stood still and stared straight at Liu Hailong, "Liu Hailong, tell me, what exactly do you want to do by gathering people here today?"

Liu Hailong raised his eyes, which had been drooping, and met Qiu San's gaze, forcing a smile on his face: "Brother Qiu San, please don't misunderstand us, we don't mean anything else. We just think that there are some problems with the recent delivery route, and we want to discuss a solution with you."

(End of this chapter)