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

Chapter 206: Completely Eliminating the Roots
"Let's discuss a solution?" Qiu San sneered, his eyes sharp as a knife. "The problem with the cargo route is not something that has only happened today. But I have been solving it. Who of you has ever seen me back down? Now someone is causing trouble, and instead of trusting that I can keep things stable, you gather here and make demands to me?"

Liu Hailong felt a chill on his back when he was stared at. He forced a smile and said, "Brother Qiu, you are right. We all believe in your ability. But the cargo owners also have difficulties. The cargo roads have been severely congested recently. It's not easy for the brothers. If you can really give us a definite answer, we will definitely follow you to the end."

"Zhun Xin?" Qiu San sneered again, with a hint of sarcasm in his tone, "Liu Hailong, since when did you start to think that I, Qiu San, should tell someone about the 'Zhun Xin'?"

Liu Hailong's expression changed instantly. He opened his mouth but didn't know what to say. Several cargo owners next to him also remained silent. The atmosphere became extremely tense for a moment.

At this moment, A Bin hurriedly opened the door, walked to Qiu San, and whispered, "Brother Qiu San, it's bad, there are people making trouble outside the dock again. The brothers have gone over, but there are a lot of people on the other side, and it's very difficult for us to hold on."

Qiu San frowned tightly, and his eyes swept across the cargo owners at the table. There was a hint of coldness in his tone: "You see clearly, this is the current situation. If you trust me, continue to sit here and I will handle it. If anyone wants to take advantage of the chaos to find another way out, you can stand up now, I won't stop you."

Several cargo owners suddenly fell silent, and no one dared to speak first.

Qiu San turned and walked out, his steps were firm and powerful. A Bin whispered behind him, "Brother Qiu San, should we send more people to hold the place down?"

"Adjust? How much can we adjust?" Qiu San said coldly, "Bar Street is still in chaos, and we don't have enough manpower. Now we can only stabilize these cargo owners first, and we can slowly find a way to deal with the rest."

The two walked out of the meeting room. The chaos outside the dock was already clearly audible. Qiu San stood on a high place, overlooking the riot not far away, his eyes were cold. He knew that Su Hanze was forcing him to express his position, but he must not show any signs of weakness.

"Abin, bring the people over there and stabilize the situation for me." Qiu San's voice was as cold as frost on a winter night. "No matter who is causing the trouble, just knock them down and bring them to me."

Abin nodded and immediately led his men to rush over.

Qiu San stood there, his eyes deep. His fists were clenched, and his breathing became heavy due to the suppressed anger. He knew that if he couldn't keep his composure today, he would really lose this round.

At the same time, on the top floor of the Dynasty Nightclub, Su Hanze was leaning on the sofa, holding a glass of red wine in his hand, his eyes fell on the message that had just been delivered to the table. There was a sneer on the corner of his mouth, and he seemed to be confident.

"Brother Ze, the news has been reported back." Ah Kuan stood aside, his tone revealing a bit of excitement, "Qiu San has now pressed everyone to the East Pier, and the bar street is almost empty. Our people have already started to act, and it won't be long before the news will definitely reach the East Pier."

Su Hanze put down his glass and lit a cigarette, the smoke rising slowly under the light. He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, his voice low and calm: "Very good. If he wants to defend the East Pier now, he must sacrifice the bar street. But he forgot that the situation in Wan Chai is not something that the East Pier can hold on to alone."

Ah Kuan nodded, a smug smile on his face: "When the bar street becomes completely chaotic, those cargo owners will be even less likely to trust him. By then, I'm afraid Qiu San won't have even half of his cards left."

Su Hanze's eyes were filled with deep coldness. He said slowly, "Now is not the time to close the net. Let those ragtag troops continue to make trouble and create more trouble, but don't let Qiu San find evidence to point to us. I want to see him lose control step by step in the chaos."

A Kuan nodded and left the room with a sneer.

Wan Chai became even more chaotic at night. The riots at the East Pier had just subsided when news came from the bar street - several small places were smashed, and the bosses went straight to Qiu San's people and shouted and made a scene to leave. When Qiu San heard the news, the cup of tea he had just sat down on was almost knocked over. His fists were clenched tightly, and his brows were furrowed like iron.

"Abin, send some people to the bar street immediately to stabilize the situation first!" Qiu San's voice was low, but revealed a hint of fatigue.

A Bin gritted his teeth and said, "Brother Qiu, we are almost out of manpower now. The East Pier has just stabilized. If we withdraw more people..."

"I have to beat you up no matter how hard you try!" Qiu San stood up suddenly, his eyes filled with undisguised anger. "Su Hanze is trying to drive me to death, but I, Qiu San, am not that easy to defeat."

Abin nodded and left in a hurry.

Qiu San stood there with a cold look in his eyes. His mind was racing, trying to find a way out of the situation. However, reality was like an invisible net, crushing him bit by bit.

A few days later, the cargo owners at the East Pier finally reached their limit of patience. They jointly issued a statement announcing the suspension of all cargo transportation cooperation until the situation returned to stability. When Qiu San heard the news, he froze. He sat down slowly, covered his face with his hands, and did not speak for a long time.

"Third Brother Qiu..." Ah Bin stood aside, his voice filled with anxiety that could not be concealed, "Should we still try to find a way to pressure the owner of the goods?"

Qiu San raised his head, his eyes were empty, and his tone was full of fatigue: "Pressure? How else can we pressure? What they want now is something we can't give."

At the same time, in the Dynasty Nightclub, Su Hanze stood in front of the window, overlooking the entire Wan Chai. A triumphant smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he whispered: "Qiu San, this round, you finally reached a dead end."

Su Hanze stood on the top floor of the Dynasty Nightclub, with his back to the documents piled on the table and his men sitting and waiting, staring at the Wan Chai district in the distance. The wine glass in his hand swayed slightly, and the red wine glowed crimson under the light, like a pool of calm but dangerous deep water. He took a deep breath, and a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. He knew that Qiu San's position had been disrupted, and this chess game that had been planned for several months was finally coming to the final moment.

Ah Kuan hurried in from outside, with some excitement that he couldn't hide: "Brother Ze, the news just came that half of Qiu San's men were transferred from the East Pier and sent to Bar Street to rescue. They are completely overwhelmed now."

Su Hanze turned around and slowly placed the wine glass on the table, his eyes indifferent: "Half of it? It means he already knows that he has lost his balance. He doesn't have many chess pieces, and now he can only rob Peter to pay Paul."

Ah Kuan nodded, with an undisguised look of pride on his face: "Brother Ze, this is a brilliant move. Now the cargo owners have completely lost their trust in Qiu San. This afternoon, several bosses came to us directly to discuss cooperation."

Su Hanze did not respond immediately. His fingers tapped lightly on the table, making a low sound, as if he was calculating the final move. His eyes fell on the map, where the key locations of Wan Chai were marked. Each point connected to the sphere of influence that Qiu San once prided himself on.

"Ah Kuan, we have to wrap up now." His voice was low and calm, but it revealed an intimidating force that could not be ignored. "Notify our people to make the East Pier a complete mess tonight. Let those cargo owners see that Qiu San no longer has any ability to protect their business." Ah Kuan was startled, then nodded: "Understood, I'll arrange it right away."

"Wait." Su Hanze raised his hand, his tone thoughtful, "This time, we will not only affect the East Pier, but also make his place more chaotic. We will continue to intensify the actions on Bar Street, and even cause some bosses to have problems themselves. Every bit of Qiu San's concerns now are bargaining chips that we can use."

Ah Kuan showed a cold smile: "Brother Ze, I understand. This time, we will make sure he doesn't even have a chance to turn things around."

As the night deepened, the lights of Wan Chai glowed dimly in the mist, but the streets were filled with a tense atmosphere. Outside the East Pier, several trucks were temporarily stopped, and the sounds of drivers arguing with guards echoed in the air. The cargo owners gathered in groups of three or five, and the anxiety on their faces could no longer be concealed.

Qiu San stood on the high platform of the dock, holding the railing tightly with both hands, staring at the chaos. Behind him was A Bin, who reported to him with a tired face: "Brother Qiu San, something happened over at the bar street again. Someone brought a group of thugs to smash the place, and now those bosses are clamoring to withdraw their investment. At the East Dock, the attitude of the cargo owners is getting tougher and tougher. They said that if there is no result tonight, they will find other people to cooperate with."

Qiu San's face was terribly gloomy, and his breathing was a little heavy, as if he was trying his best to suppress the anger in his heart. He slowly turned around and looked at A Bin, his tone low but chilling: "Are these people really scared, or have they lost their courage because of Su Hanze's instigation?"

"It should be all of them." A Bin gritted his teeth. "Those cargo owners don't dare to turn against us completely on the surface, but Su Hanze's people are secretly stirring up trouble. Plus, we really can't take care of them recently, so they can't hold on any longer."

Qiu San closed his eyes and took a deep breath, as if forcing himself to calm down. He knew that everything was just as Su Hanze expected, and every step he took was controlled by the other party. Wan Chai now seemed like an invisible net that was tightening little by little, forcing him into a dead end.

"Abin." He suddenly spoke with a resolute tone, "Send all the people back. The East Pier must be defended."

"But, over there on the bar street..." Abin was stunned, his face full of hesitation.

"Bar Street can be in chaos, but East Pier cannot be lost." Qiu San's voice was cold and firm. "As long as East Pier is still there, we still have a chance to turn things around. Otherwise, everything is over."

Abin nodded, his eyes showing a complicated look: "I understand, I'll arrange it right away."

The night was as dark as ink, but the chaos at the East Pier did not subside because of Qiu San's strong decision. The emotions of the cargo owners became more and more intense, and their shouting and complaints came one after another. Although Qiu San's manpower was fully maintained, it seemed increasingly unable to cope.

At the same time, the riots on Bar Street had reached their peak. The owners of several important places simply closed their businesses and fled with their families. The remaining small places were like frightened birds, and began to prepare to withdraw their investment at the slightest sign of trouble. Su Hanze's people quietly controlled the situation and pushed the chaos to the extreme.

On the top floor of the Dynasty Nightclub, Su Hanze stood by the window, overlooking the lights of Wan Chai. He had a sneer on his face, and his eyes were deep and determined. He knew that Qiu San was at the end of his rope, and as long as he exerted a little more pressure, this once invincible figure would eventually collapse.

"Brother Ze, the East Pier can't hold on any longer." Ah Kuan walked into the room, his tone full of suppressed excitement, "The cargo owners have already started contacting our people, and some have even directly expressed their willingness to cooperate with us openly."

Su Hanze turned around slowly, with a hint of coldness in his eyes: "Very good. Tell them that as long as they dare to take this step, I can make their business bigger than before."

Ah Kuan nodded, and then added: "There is one more thing. Qiu San's people are now in complete chaos. His subordinates have begun to blame each other, and some even suggested that he take the initiative to give in."

Su Hanze's smile deepened. He slowly walked back to the table, lit a cigarette, and said in a low voice: "Qiu San's era is over."

At dawn, the chaos at the East Pier was beyond control. The cargo owners announced that they would terminate their cooperation with Qiu San, and the situation on Bar Street was completely out of control. Qiu San stood in the office, his eyes dull, his hands hanging weakly at his sides. He had lost, and lost miserably.

At the same time, Su Hanze sat in the meeting room of the Dynasty Nightclub, his eyes calm and determined. His subordinates sat around him, all showing victorious smiles. He just quietly looked at the Wan Chai map on the table and whispered: "Now, it's our turn to reap the harvest."

Su Hanze stood in front of the window of the top floor office of the Dynasty Nightclub. The morning light in Wan Chai in the distance was gradually dispelling the darkness. The city was gradually waking up, but his chess game had reached the moment of deciding his fate. He was not in a hurry to sit down. He put his hands in his suit pockets and stared at the outline of the city. Although he was still calm on the surface, he was surging with an excitement that was almost victory. After this night, the situation in Wan Chai had become clear - Qiu San had no power to turn the tide.

Ah Kuan pushed the door open and walked in, his face showing a mixture of pride and exhaustion that he couldn't conceal. "Brother Ze, I just got the news that the East Pier is in complete chaos. The cargo owners have begun to unite and force the emperor to abdicate. Some have even publicly stated that they want a 'more capable person' to manage the cargo route."

Su Hanze turned around slowly, a faint smile on his face: "More capable people? Do they only now realize that Qiu San can't protect them?"

"Yes." A Kuan nodded and continued, "Also, there is good news from the bar street. Several bosses have contacted our people and are willing to fully support us as long as we can provide them with a stable place."

Su Hanze walked to the table, pulled out a chair and sat down. He tapped the map on the table with his fingertips and looked between the two red circles marking the East Pier and Bar Street. "The cargo owners and the bosses of the venues are starting to turn the tables on us. What else can Qiu San do to turn the tables?"

Ah Kuan chuckled, his tone more relaxed: "Brother Ze, Qiu San's business is having trouble operating normally now, and his cargo routes have long been in a mess. Coupled with the current attitude of the cargo owners, I think he is really finished this time."

"Is it completely over?" Su Hanze shook his head, his eyes cold. "Ah Kuan, remember, even if most of a snake has been chopped off, it will still bite when its tail is still struggling. Although Qiu San's roots have been cut off, we must completely eradicate them and not give him a chance to breathe."

Ah Kuan was stunned for a moment, then nodded: "Brother Ze, you are right. Then what should we do next?"

Su Hanze raised his head, his lips curled up slightly: "Go talk to those cargo owners and tell them that as long as they are willing to publicly stand up and support us, we can directly solve all the problems of the East Wharf for them. We will take over the problems of cargo routes; we will do what Su Hanze cannot do."

A hint of cruelty flashed in Ah Kuan's eyes, and he nodded heavily: "Understood, I will arrange it immediately."

(End of this chapter)