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

Chapter 227 Who is so arrogant?

"Mr. Jin, the situation is very tense recently. There are rumors outside that the police are keeping an eye on our fleet." A younger brother in a black suit whispered.

"Bullshit!" Young Master Jin slammed his cigar into the ashtray and said angrily, "I arranged the fleet's affairs, how could anything go wrong? Someone must have deliberately stabbed me in the back!"

"Mr. Jin, who do you think is behind this?" the younger brother asked cautiously.

"Who else could it be?" Young Master Jin sneered, his eyes revealing a hint of cruelty, "Apart from that bastard Su Hanze, who else would dare to touch my fleet?"

"Mr. Jin, do you want to go ask him?" the younger brother asked tentatively.

"Ask?" Young Master Jin slapped the table, stood up, and sneered, "No need to ask. Bring the people with you to Xiwan Pier tonight to have a cup of tea with Su Hanze."

"Drink tea?" The younger brother was stunned.

"What tea? Go serve him some 'hot pot'!" Young Master Jin gritted his teeth and said coldly, "If you dare to make trouble behind my back, don't blame me for being rude."

Eight o'clock in the evening, Xiwan Pier.

The cargo ship was moored at the port, and the workers were unloading the cargo in an orderly manner. The lights of the port illuminated the entire dock, and the air was mixed with the smell of diesel and the moisture of the sea breeze. Su Hanze was sitting in the office, leisurely brewing a pot of Pu'er tea, with a faint smile on his face.

"Brother, Young Master Jin's people are here, and it looks like they are not here to drink tea." Xiaolong rushed in, looking a little nervous.

"Oh? So fast?" Su Hanze raised his eyebrows, blew on the tea gently, and said with a smile, "It seems that he believed the 'rumor' I arranged for him."

"Brother, what should we do? Should we call people up and drive them away?" Xiaolong looked anxious.

"What's the hurry?" Su Hanze put down his teacup and stood up leisurely. "Go open the door for Young Master Jin's people and invite them in. Just say that I, Su Hanze, personally entertained them."

"Ah? Please come in?" Xiaolong's eyes widened. "Brother, they are obviously here to cause trouble!"

"There are rules for picking a fight." Su Hanze looked up at Xiaolong, his lips curled slightly, "They came to me, they think highly of me, Su Hanze, so we can't lose our manners."

After a while, Young Master Jin and his men walked into the office of Xiwan Wharf in a mighty procession.

"Su Hanze, you are so impressive!" As soon as Master Jin entered the room, he sneered at Su Hanze, "Xiwan Wharf is now your world, and I, Master Jin, have become a clown taking the blame for you?"

"Mr. Jin, that's too formal." Su Hanze stood up and greeted him with a smile on his face. He even pulled out a chair for Mr. Jin. "Come on, sit down, have a cup of tea, and we can talk slowly about anything."

"Talk? Talk for nothing!" Young Master Jin angrily slammed the table, his eyes spitting fire. "You spread the word that the police have set their sights on my fleet. What does that mean? If you, Su Hanze, want to have the best of both worlds, don't be so disgusting!"

"Mr. Jin, this is really unfair to me." Su Hanze still smiled and shook his head. "What does the fact that this guy targeted the fleet have to do with me? As people in the underworld, do you think we would believe the rumors outside?"

"Stop pretending!" Young Master Jin gritted his teeth and glared at him, "If it's not you, then who could it be?"

"Mr. Jin, you are a little angry." Su Hanze smiled softly and picked up the teacup on the table. "How about this, give me three days and I will help you find out where this rumor came from, how about that?"

"Three days?" Young Master Jin sneered, "Do you think I believe you?"

"Believe it or not." Su Hanze put down the teacup, his eyes suddenly became fierce, "But you are standing on my territory now. If you want to take action, you have to weigh the consequences."

Jin Shao was stunned and looked around, only to see that Su Hanze's men had already blocked the door silently, holding iron rods and daggers in their hands, staring at them with cold eyes.

"Young Master Jin, we all abide by the rules." Su Hanze stood up, walked up to Young Master Jin, and gently patted his shoulder. "Today, you and I have both taken a step back. We have drunk tea and talked. When you go back, think carefully about who is harming you."

Mr. Jin's expression was uncertain, but he finally shook his hands fiercely, turned around and left the office with his people.

"Brother, this Young Master Jin is really here to cause trouble!" Xiaolong said with a look of fear on his face.

"Finding fault is a good thing." Su Hanze walked back to his desk, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, "The more panicked and anxious he is, the more likely he is to make mistakes."

"Wait." Su Hanze narrowed his eyes and said calmly, "Wait until he reveals all his cards."

A few days later, Jin Shao's fleet was really targeted, and a whole batch of goods was robbed at sea. The news spread like wildfire throughout the world.

"Something happened to Master Jin's fleet!"

"I heard that it was done by those people from the north. All of Young Master Jin's goods have been intercepted!"

The world was in an uproar, but Su Hanze sat in his office, drinking tea leisurely with a faint smile on his face.

"Brother, Young Master Jin is finished. No one will dare to touch the Xiwan Wharf from now on!" Xiaolong said excitedly.

"No one dares to move, that's the problem." Su Hanze smiled and put down his teacup. "Next, gather those stragglers from Young Master Jin's fleet. Tell them that if they want to eat, they have to follow me, Su Hanze."

"I understand!" Xiaolong nodded excitedly.

Outside the window, the sea breeze from West Bay was still howling, and the lights on the pier were flickering, reflecting Su Hanze's smiling face as he planned his strategy.

The lights at Xiwan Pier were still swaying, and the sea breeze made the iron chains make a clattering sound.

Su Hanze leaned back in his office chair, holding a string of Buddhist beads in his hand, slowly moving his fingertips, looking like he was planning something. Xiaolong stood nearby, grinning from ear to ear, happily counting a stack of account books that had just been delivered.

"Brother, we've made a fortune this time! All those stragglers from Young Master Jin's fleet have now turned around and followed us. The waters of Xiwan have completely taken over!"

"Su?" Su Hanze raised his head and looked at him with a smile, "Xiaolong, you are wrong. The surname of this area of ​​Xiwan is 'Qian'."

Xiaolong was stunned for a moment, then nodded and agreed: "Yes, yes, yes! The surname is 'Qian'! Money makes the world go round, without money even the biggest ship will sink."

"It's OK if you can see through it." Su Hanze gently flicked the Buddhist beads, his eyes deep, "Everyone in the world wants to grab territory, but there are only a few who really know how to use territory to make money."

"Brother, what should we do next?" Xiaolong came over and asked expectantly.

"To do business, of course you have to find the next buyer." Su Hanze raised his lips, a hint of cunning in his smile, "Go contact the people over there from the gambling king, and tell them that the fleet in Xiwan is now stable, and the next batch of goods will be shipped by sea, and give them a friendly price." "Ah?" Xiaolong was stunned, "Brother, you just squeezed Young Master Jin out of the game, and now you're going to look for his father's people? Isn't this the same as snatching the son and flirting with the father?"

"What do you mean by flirting? This is a business cooperation." Su Hanze said calmly, "We need to let the gambling king know that Xiwan can make money and save trouble. As for Young Master Jin... humph, there is a reason why his father looks down on him."

"Great! Brother, you're really good at this." Xiaolong grinned, "I'll arrange it right away."

Su Hanze waved his hand, and waited for Xiaolong to run out excitedly before he leaned back in his chair and squinted his eyes slightly. The situation in Xiwan seemed calm, but secretly there were tests and struggles. The principle in the underworld is simple - the more you bow your head, the more others want to step on you; the more you raise your head, the more others want to cooperate with you.

Two days later, in the VIP box on the top floor of the Regent Hotel in Tsim Sha Tsui, Su Hanze sat in the main seat, holding a glass of red wine in his hand, looking at a big brother opposite him with a neat suit and shiny hair with a calm smile.

"Brother Hanze, the gambling king sent me here to talk to you about the fleet in Xiwan." The eldest brother's tone was quite polite, but there was a tentative smile on his face.

"Of course there is no problem with cooperation, but the rules must be made clear first." Su Hanze gently swirled the red wine in his glass and looked at the other party sharply. "My fleet, Su Hanze, abides by the rules and takes the right path. We earn our money through hard work. Unlike some people, who are clearly doing something shady but insist on muddying the waters."

When the eldest brother heard this, his expression changed slightly, but then he laughed: "Brother Hanze, you are joking. Our gambling king's place emphasizes 'harmony brings wealth'. As long as your fleet in Xiwan can be stable, the price can be negotiated."

"I'm not worried about the price, I'm worried about the rumors." Su Hanze put away his smile and said calmly, "Last time something happened to Young Master Jin's fleet, the rumors were all over the place. The gambling king's brand can't be devalued again."

"Brother Hanze, I like what you said." The eldest brother picked up the wine glass and said with a smile, "How about this, this time the goods will go to Xiwan, we will try one order first, if it goes well, the next large order will be given directly to you."

"Deal." Su Hanze raised his glass and smiled.

The two men clinked their glasses, and the crisp sound of red wine rang out in the box, as if it was another windfall for Xiwan Wharf.

However, the tranquility of the world is often just an illusion.

In the early morning of the next day, news came from Xiwan Wharf that a group of mysterious people broke into the wharf under the cover of darkness and burned a truck that was loading cargo to ashes, even the tires turned into a pool of black water.

"Who is so arrogant? How dare you burn my car?" Su Hanze stood next to the burnt truck, frowning with cold eyes.

"Brother, someone just left a note at the dock." Xiaolong ran over hurriedly and handed him a note that was a little yellowed by smoke.

Su Hanze took the note and saw a sentence in large crooked characters written on it: "Xiwan is not your world!"

"Oh, someone finally can't sit still anymore." Su Hanze sneered, tore the note into pieces and let it fly into the wind.

"Brother, could these be people from Young Master Jin's side? Or are they the remaining minions of Kanta?" Xiaolong asked angrily.

"No matter who it is, this fire is a good one." Su Hanze said calmly with a sharp gaze, "Notify our people to double the defense of Xiwan. Anyone who dares to move will be made to lie in the sea."

"Understood!" Xiaolong immediately went to arrange it.

A few days later, the news of Xiwan's movement spread throughout the world, and various forces began to stir.

"Have you heard? Su Hanze's car was burned, and someone said that something bad is going to happen in Xiwan!"

"Bullshit! Who is Su Hanze? Can such a small spark burn him?"

"But with so much commotion in Xiwan right now, who wouldn't want to take advantage of the situation?"

All kinds of rumors were flying around in teahouses and nightclubs. The small characters in the underworld were all waiting, waiting for the fire in Xiwan to get bigger, and it would be best if Su Hanze could be burned to ashes.

However, at this time, Su Hanze was sitting in the office drinking tea calmly, not taking these minor incidents seriously at all.

"Brother, the wind outside is getting stronger and stronger. Some people say you can't hold on." Xiaolong said anxiously.

"Let them talk." Su Hanze smiled gently. "If someone spreads the news, someone will welcome it. This time, we just wait for those who want to take advantage of the fun to come to us."

"Delivered to my door?" Xiaolong asked puzzledly.

"Spread the news and say that Xiwan is looking for 'partners' recently. Anyone who is willing to help defend the field will get a share of the profits." Su Hanze's eyes flashed with cunning. "Since they want to come and grab it, let's give them a piece of meat and see who can bite it."

Sure enough, within two days, Xiwan Wharf became bustling with people from various small gangs coming to the wharf. They talked about cooperation but their eyes were filled with greed.

"Boss Su, we brothers also want to have a piece of the pie."

"Xiwan is so big, if we work together to protect it, it will be a win-win situation."

All kinds of people spoke in high-sounding words, but Su Hanze just smiled and said nothing. After they left, he said to Xiaolong calmly: "These people are all here to see the meat. Few of them really want to cooperate."

"Then what should we do? Should we drive them all out?" Xiaolong asked.

"Drive them out? That's too easy for them." Su Hanze smiled and shook his head. "Let them guard their own piece of land, but remember, all the goods must pass my inspection."

"Great! This means we let them be free guards!" Xiaolong suddenly realized and said excitedly.

"Free guards? No, they are free consumables." Su Hanze narrowed his eyes and said lightly, "Wait until they are exhausted, and then we can take back the place."

As expected, within two days of dividing the territories, those small gangs began to suspect each other and fight among themselves, and the chaos at Xiwan Wharf broke out completely.

In a seafood restaurant in Tsim Sha Tsui, Lu Dongpi was leaning on a sofa chair, his lobster claws had just broken off a claw shell, and his eyes narrowed into slits with a smile. The table was full of seafood, crabs, shrimps, steamed yellow croaker, and the strong aroma of garlic filled the private room. Several of his men were eating and drooling, and the scene was very lively.

"Brother Pier, this Xiwan Wharf incident has become such a big deal. Do you think Su Hanze can handle it?" A younger brother wearing a gold chain asked in a low voice while sucking on the shrimp heads.

"He can't stand it?" Lu Dongpi shook his chopsticks and stuffed the lobster meat into his mouth. He wiped the oil from the corners of his mouth and pouted, "Do you think Su Hanze is you? His brain is like a chess game. No matter where he goes, there are routines."

"But the dock is in chaos right now, with people from all directions trying to find opportunities to benefit themselves. Will Su Hanze really let them drive him away?" the younger brother said with some concern.

(End of this chapter)