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

Chapter 228 Are you just going to watch this?

"He let them push him away?" Lu Dongpi clapped his chopsticks and laughed so hard that he almost spat out lobster meat. "Have you ever seen fish push fishermen off the boat while fishing? The more violent the gangs get, the happier Su Hanze laughs. What do you call this? A free show, with your own knife."

The men in the private room clapped their hands and cheered: "Great! Brother Beer is right!"

"But then again." Lu Dongpi held a cigarette in his mouth, crossed his legs, and said thoughtfully, "The situation in Xiwan also gives us an opportunity. You guys, call our brothers and quietly go to a few fleets to find out the bottom of the matter. Don't confront them head-on. If you can't get the meat, at least you can have a bite of the soup, right?"

"Understood, Brother Beer! We're just waiting for your order!" The men immediately stood up excitedly and agreed.

In a teahouse in the north of the city, Jin Shao's face was gloomy. He held the teacup in his hand, and with a little force on his fingertips, the cup lid made a "clicking" sound. Sitting across the table were his two confidants, one with a face full of scars and the other with a mustache. No one dared to say a word.

"Xi Wan, Xi Wan... My fleet was hijacked, and the news was all messed up. Now that gang dared to divide the territory behind my back!" Young Master Jin gritted his teeth and said, "I'm still alive, but they think I'm dead, right?"

"Mr. Jin, how about we get someone to smash up the Xiwan Wharf and let Su Hanze know how powerful you are?" Scarface suggested ruthlessly.

"Smash the dock? Go ahead and try!" Young Master Jin sneered. "Xiwan is in turmoil right now. Su Hanze may not be out in the open, but the police are definitely watching from the dark. If you dare to make a move, the police will seize the entire fleet in the next second!"

Scarface choked, touched his head, and dared not say anything more.

"Mr. Jin, what should we do now?" the man with a mustache asked tentatively.

"Find someone, someone who can stir up trouble." Major General Jin put down his teacup fiercely and showed a sinister smile, "Go find the remaining people in Kanta and the old customers from the north. Tell them that Xiwan Wharf is now a piece of fat meat. Su Hanze can't eat it all, so let's overturn the table together!"

"Understood!" The two men immediately stood up and turned around to do their work.

Young Master Jin stared at the tea table gloomily, the corner of his mouth twitching slightly: "Su Hanze, just wait for me, Young Master Jin will not lose this round."

At this moment, the West Bay Pier seemed calm, but the water was so muddy that sharks could swim in it. Xiaolong stood on the high point of the pier, with his hands on his hips, watching the little gangs working hard, and his heart was filled with joy.

"Haha, brother, these guys are really dedicated! Yesterday, the Dragon Snake Gang almost had a fight with the other side just to rob a cargo ship." Xiaolong ran into the office excitedly and said with a smile, "We didn't do anything, we just watched them fight each other."

"You're doing a good job. The more you fight, the less effort we'll have to put in." Su Hanze was sitting at the table, holding a cup of hot tea in his hand. The steam rising from the tea made his smile look particularly warm. "Xiaolong, go inform our fleet to temporarily stop sailing for two days."

"Stop flying? Brother, now is a good time to make money!" Xiaolong widened his eyes.

"It's a good time to make money when we stop sailing." Su Hanze looked at him calmly, his eyes deep. "Who would dare to hand over the goods to them now that Xiwan Wharf is in such a mess? Once we stop sailing, everyone will know that there is only one way to go here, and that is to go our way."

"I see!" Xiaolong slapped his thigh and suddenly realized, "Gao, brother, you are letting them block the road themselves, and then send them to your door!"

"Go ahead and do it if you understand." Su Hanze took a sip of tea and said calmly, "Also, clear the old roads in Xiwan again and stabilize the previous channels. Tell those brothers that the money that comes next is not robbed, but earned with brains."

However, just as Su Hanze was slowly stabilizing the situation, the group of people from the north quietly appeared. It was not their first time to come to Hong Kong, but every time they came, they were trying to make a fortune in silence.

In an underground bar in Kowloon Walled City, several northern men in army green jackets were sitting in a corner. On the table were several bottles of liquor and plates of peanuts. The man in the lead had a crew cut and his eyes were so sharp that he seemed to see through the entire room.

"Lao Ge, are you sure we can get the goods from Xiwan Wharf?" A sturdy man asked in a low voice, holding a wine glass.

"Whether we can get it or not is not important. What's important is that the water here is deep enough." Old Ge narrowed his eyes and took a sip of wine slowly. "Whoever controls Xiwan can control the entire waterway. Now that Su Hanze can't hold on any longer, it's the perfect time for chaos."

"So what should we do? Who should we join forces with?"

"I won't join forces with anyone." Old Ge sneered and put down his wine glass heavily. "This world is a big dye vat. You want to join forces? In the end, you will only be used as dye. What we have to do is wait for them to finish making trouble, and then we can find a way out."

"But I heard that Su Hanze also has Lu Dongbeer to help him. These two people...are not simple people either."

"Who is not simple?" Old Ge snorted coldly, with a hint of cruelty in his eyes, "Even if it is the king of heaven, he can't beat this 'iron' in our hands."

When Lu Dongpi heard that the northerners had appeared in Xiwan again, he could not sit still. Holding a cigarette in his mouth, he rushed to Su Hanze, opened the office door and shouted: "Hanze, are you going to do something big? Those northerners are here again, are you going to let them go?"

"Brother Pi, don't be so angry." Su Hanze smiled and poured him a cup of tea. His tone was gentle as if he was soothing a grumpy cat. "The people from the north are here. They can be used as a sieve for us to filter out all the unclean people."

"It's easy for you to say that! If they start to take action, how can Xiwan not be in chaos?" Lu Dongpi sat down and patted his thigh and said, "When the police come, won't we all be in trouble?"

"Brother Pi, you think too much." Su Hanze narrowed his eyes, but his smile did not diminish. "It's fine for the northerners to take advantage of it, but they have to ask first how deep the water is in my West Bay."

"What are you up to, kid?"

"Just wait and see." Su Hanze smiled and handed the teacup to Lu Dongpi. "When they stretch their hands too far, I'll give them another 'hot potato'."

After hearing this, Lu Dongpi took a sip of tea with a half-believing and half-doubting look, and shook his head: "You are a cunning kid, I won't say anything more, but remember to ask me for the dividends when the time comes."

"Of course." Su Hanze laughed, but his eyes gradually turned cold. He knew that the more chaotic the world was, the more he could tell who the real players were. And the people in the north might be the pawns in his next plan.

A few days later, the water at Xiwan Wharf was boiling. The northerners began to steal the goods, Jin Shao's men were making trouble in secret, and the small gangs were fighting each other to death. And Su Hanze, like a fisherman watching from the sidelines, watched the chaotic sea, waiting for the fattest fish to float up. Xiaolong stood behind him, stunned: "Brother, if this chaos continues, can Xiwan still hold on?"

"It's a good mess." Su Hanze lit a cigarette, his eyes deep, "Only when it's extremely chaotic can there be a chance to clean up the mess."

In a shabby old barber shop in Mong Kok, the razor was making a hissing sound and the ceiling fan on the wall was creaking. Lu Dongbei was lying on a recliner with foam all over his face, letting the barber move the razor under his chin with a half-smoked cigarette in his mouth, and spitting out a few big words from time to time.

"Xiao Li, let me tell you, Sai Wan Pier has been very busy recently. It's even busier than the Mong Kok Night Market. Just imagine, a dozen people messing around every day, it's so exciting!"

"Yeah, Brother Beer, I've heard people say these days that the dock is a mess." The barber Xiao Li agreed with a smile, but the knife in his hand did not dare to shake at all.

"Bad? You know nothing! The worse the place, the richer it is!" Lu Dongpi gestured with his hand, and the barber quickly stopped the knife, fearing that the hot-tempered old man would accidentally cut himself in excitement. "Only in bad places can you find bargains. Didn't you see? Su Hanze is grinning from ear to ear. Tsk tsk, his calculations are getting louder and louder."

Xiao Li said "Oh" and didn't dare to say anything more. He just wanted to serve this ancestor quickly.

"Brother Pier, are you just here to watch this? The situation at Xiwan Wharf has muddied the waters, can't you also catch a few big fish?" In the corner of the barber shop, a gangster wearing sunglasses and holding a toothpick in his mouth couldn't help but interrupt.

"Oh, you make it sound so easy, but it's not that easy." Lu Dongpi glared at him and wiped the foam off his face. "Now, the tough guys from the north have come in, and the gambling king has also made plans. We no longer have the final say in Xiwan. Now it's Su Hanze's turn, and he can't just sit there."

At the same time, Su Shanhe hid in the basement of a bar, pulling his hair with a depressed look on his face. The Flying Eagle Society was beaten by the White Skin Hall, and the place was almost raided. Now he almost lost his prestige as the big brother, and his brothers stared at him with an expression that said, "You should think of a solution."

"Brother Shanhe, we can't just let this go, can we? Those bastards from Baipitang are too bullying! They dared to rob our boat, I really want to burn down their nest!" A bearded brother cursed indignantly.

"Burn your ass!" Su Shanhe glared at him fiercely, "You burned down Baipi Hall, how can they not burn it back? No one will have an easy life in the end."

"So what should we do now?" Another skinny little brother couldn't help asking, "Boss Su called us to negotiate, ostensibly to resolve the conflict, but everyone knows that he just wants to completely control Xiwan in his own hands!"

"You know nothing!" Su Shanhe replied unhappily. He reached out to pick up a cigarette from the table and lit it. After taking two puffs, his eyes turned cold. "The situation at Xiwan Wharf is no longer up to us. Su Hanze has the cards in his hand, and the gambling king and the northerners are all eyeing that place. He is making us fight each other, just to wait until we are done, and then he will finish it all by himself."

"Brother Shanhe, why don't we..."

"Why not?" Su Shanhe sneered and flicked the ash off his cigarette. "Let's sit back and watch the fight. Let's keep our troops in place and let them fight first. When the northern gang and the gambling king's people start fighting, we can reap the benefits."

"Brother, that's great!" The skinny monkey gave a thumbs up, his face full of admiration, "Boss Su is playing chess, and we are playing him!"

"It's fun, but it depends on who can last until the end." Su Shanhe said softly, staring at the ashtray on the table with a gloomy look.

On the northern side, Lao Ge sat in a shabby hotel room, the light bulb at the head of the bed flickering. On the map in front of him, several locations were circled in red, each of which was a major thoroughfare for cargo ships to dock at Xiwan Wharf.

"There are five shipping routes in Xiwan. We have already explored three of them. The other two key shipping routes are still in Su Hanze's hands." Old Ge stared at the map with a frown. "If we want to take over this place, we can't just rely on robbery."

"Brother Ge, what should we do?" asked the burly man under his command.

"The reason why Su Hanze has been able to stay stable until now is not because he is a good fighter, but because he understands the rules of the underworld better than us." Old Ge sneered, his eyes sharp as a knife, "Rules? Rules are meant to be broken. Let's put a batch of fakes in this time to completely disrupt his channels."

"Fakes? What about the gambling king? I heard he has already reached an agreement with Su Hanze."

"So what if we have a deal? The gambling king cares about money. As long as we can keep the price low enough, he will naturally choose us." Old Ge waved his hand and pointed to a red circle on the map. "Arrange someone to keep a close eye on Xiwan. In three days, make sure something happens to them."

"I understand!" The subordinate nodded immediately, turned around and went out to do his work.

Young Master Jin was sitting by the swimming pool of his luxurious villa, holding a glass of iced juice, but his face was as gloomy as the sea before a storm. Several beautiful women in bikinis were laughing in the water, but his eyes were always fixed on the message on the phone screen.

"People from the north are causing trouble? Do these country bumpkins dare to touch my West Bay?"

"Master Jin, you can't tolerate this." A younger brother wearing sunglasses came over and said, "They are clearly taking advantage of the situation! If Su Hanze can't hold on, the northerners will swallow up Xiwan in turn, and then we won't even be able to get a share of the spoils."

"Want a share?" Young Master Jin sneered and threw the juice cup to the ground, shattering the glass. "If I don't want a share, I'll take the whole pot!"

"Then let's..."

"Notify the people at the dock, pretend that the goods are from the north, and burn them in the middle of the night." Jin Shao narrowed his eyes and gritted his teeth, "I want Su Hanze to fight them until both of them are defeated. By then, Xiwan will be mine."

Three days later, the night in Xiwan fell into chaos again.

A truck loaded with goods was set on fire at the dock, flames shot up into the sky, mixed with people's roars and panic. Workers fled in all directions, and the flames illuminated half of the port.

Su Hanze stood high up in the office, looking at the flames, his face as calm as if he was watching a free fireworks show.

"Brother, this is really a mess! The northerners and Young Master Jin's people have started to make dirty moves!" Xiaolong was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot, "Should we take action?"

(End of this chapter)