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

Chapter 231 Why are you pretending to be so noble?
"Brother Ge, if this happens, those old customers from the north will definitely not agree!" A ferocious smile appeared on the face of the subordinate.

"We have to make them refuse to agree." Old Ge narrowed his eyes, his voice as cold as ice water in the cold winter, "Only if they fight, we will have a chance to take over the shipping lanes in Xiwan. When they are done fighting, won't this waterway belong to us in the north?"

"Brother Ge, that's a good idea! Let's just wait and see them fight each other!" The subordinates nodded repeatedly, with excitement written all over their faces.

At night at Xiwan Wharf, the fleet was quietly loading cargo. Xiaolong stood by and gave orders, a cigarette in his mouth, looking particularly nervous: "Hurry up! Don't let anything go wrong with Young Master Jin's cargo, or we'll have to take the blame."

"What are you afraid of?" Su Hanze's voice suddenly came from behind, scaring Xiaolong so much that he almost dropped his cigarette butt into the boat. He looked back and saw Su Hanze walking towards him leisurely with his hands behind his back.

"Brother, please don't scare me! The situation has been very chaotic these days, and I'm almost losing sleep." Xiaolong said with a bitter face.

"Why are you suffering from insomnia? The more chaotic the time, the more you need to stay awake." Su Hanze stood at the dock, looking at the silhouettes of the ships stretched out by the moonlight. His tone was calm but sharp. "Lu Dongpi deliberately delayed Young Master Jin's goods, and the northerners started to spread rumors about fake goods. Young Master Jin can't clear himself this time even if he jumps into the Yellow River."

"Brother, are we waiting for them to fight now?" Xiaolong asked tentatively.

"Wait for them to fight? No." Su Hanze's mouth curled up slightly, his eyes like knives, "We have to give them another push."

"Give it another push?" Xiaolong's eyes widened.

"Let our people spread the word that the goods in Young Master Jin's hands are the ones that the northerners lost. The police will definitely come to join in the fun once they hear the news." Su Hanze sneered, "The more chaotic the game in Xiwan is, the better."

"Great! Great, bro!" Xiaolong couldn't help but give a thumbs up, and was full of admiration in his heart, "This move of 'using the opponent's force to counterattack' is even better than before!"

"Absolutely? This is just the beginning." Su Hanze narrowed his eyes, looking at the lights in the distance, and said in a low but firm voice, "According to the rules of the martial arts world, only losers are forced to accept their fate. As for the winner, what he wants is for everyone to submit."

Three days later, Xiwan Wharf was in an uproar.

As soon as Master Jin's fleet docked, the representatives of the northern old customers rushed over with a group of big men, blocking the side of the boat and roaring loudly: "Master Jin! How dare you cheat us northerners? This batch of goods is actually fake?"

Young Master Jin was stunned. He had just stepped out of the car and hadn't even lit a cigarette when he was surrounded by a group of northern men.

"Fake? You are talking nonsense! I have personally inspected this batch of goods. Who dares to say it is fake?" Jin Shao was furious and shouted so hard that the veins on his neck popped out.

"Inspected?" The representative from the north sneered and opened a box of goods. The gun parts inside were all scrap metal, which immediately caused an uproar.

Young Master Jin stared at the box, his entire body frozen in place, his face instantly pale: "Impossible! Someone is framing me!"

"Framed?" The Northern representative stepped forward, grabbed Young Master Jin by the collar, lifted him up, and said viciously, "Young Master Jin, the waters of Xiwan are too complicated. If you don't understand, don't mess around! If you don't make this account clear today, no one can leave!"

Young Master Jin was so frightened that his legs went limp, and all he could say was trembling: "This... This wasn't done by me! Someone must have done this!"

Meanwhile, Lu Dongpi was standing in the car, smoking a cigarette and watching the farce from afar. He was laughing so hard that tears were about to flow out: "Tsk tsk, Young Master Jin is such a bad boy!"

"Brother Pi, was it Su Hanze who was behind this matter?" the subordinate asked in a low voice.

“Who cares?” Lu Dongpi puffed out a cigarette and laughed out loud. “Anyway, this place is getting more and more lively!”

At the same time, Su Hanze sat in the office, drinking tea leisurely, turning the Buddhist beads in his hand one by one, with a faint smile on his face: "The water in Xiwan is finally boiling."

Xiaolong laughed at the side: "Brother, this time Young Master Jin jumped in, and the northerners are holding on tightly. We have secured the Xiwan Wharf."

"Sit tight? It's not over yet." Su Hanze put down his teacup, his eyes deep, "This scene is only halfway through. The rest... is where the real fun begins."

In the luxurious box on the top floor of the Regent Hotel, the concubine sat on a carved armchair with a serious expression. On the table was a cup of champagne-colored Longjing tea, and the green tea leaves slowly sank and floated.

The eldest concubine waved the ebony folding fan in her hand and glanced indifferently at Su Hanze, who was sitting beside her with a humble but thoughtful look on his face.

"Su Hanze, did you do that on purpose?" The concubine tapped her folding fan gently, looking at him sharply with a faint smile on her lips. "I stepped on you that day, but I didn't expect you to be able to use the force to turn over. Did you have fun?"

Upon hearing this, Su Hanze quickly put down the cup in his hand and said with a smile on his face: "Auntie, you are really wronging me. If I were really that capable, why would I let you go through the trouble of making this trip in person?"

"Don't try that." The eldest concubine rolled her eyes, but a hint of admiration flashed in her eyes, "You just like to pretend. Xiwan is in such a mess now, and you treat everyone as pawns. Even Young Master Jin and the northerners have been fooled by you. I am watching you for the gambling king, but don't treat me as an outsider."

"Isn't this because you taught me well?" Su Hanze flattered him with a smile on his face. "Back then, you single-handedly helped me get started, and what you said most was 'If you're not ruthless, you won't be able to stand firm.' I've always remembered your words."

"Remember? You treat Jianghu as a stage." The first concubine scolded with a smile, pointing at the Buddhist beads in his hand, "This thing is the calming bead I gave you, don't play too much. If you win, you will be glorious; if you lose, you will not get a single hair from Xiwan."

Su Hanze nodded in response, but his eyes were firm: "Don't worry, Auntie. I, Su Hanze, have come this far by relying on relationships and abiding by the rules. As long as the gambling king still believes in me, I dare to support the Xiwan situation."

The eldest concubine stared at him for a long while, finally put away her folding fan, and sighed softly: "Okay, I believe this. But the gambling king is not your backer, Su Hanze. No matter how long his arms are, he can't protect you forever. If you want to stand firm in this world, you have to trample on Young Master Jin's little calculations and let everyone know that you are the real master of Xiwan."

"Thank you for your advice, Auntie." Su Hanze bowed slightly, with a look of gratitude in his eyes. "However, in the next round, I still need you to help me suppress Young Master Jin, so that he won't keep trying to cause trouble for me."

The eldest concubine chuckled, fanned herself and stood up: "It's a small matter. But you must remember that you owe me a favor."

"I'll remember it for the rest of my life." Su Hanze immediately patted his chest and promised, with a smile on his face, as cunning as a fox.

At the same time, Young Master Jin was sitting in his luxurious villa, his face as black as the bottom of a pot. The hall was littered with broken bottles and ashtrays, and several of his men lowered their heads, not daring to even breathe. "Fake! Fake!" Young Master Jin slammed the table and roared, "Those people in the north said that what I sent was fake? Isn't this obviously trying to put the blame on me?!"

"Master, this is definitely Su Hanze's doing!" Xiao Tan said cautiously, "He deliberately slowed down the fleet and let the northerners take action. It's too unfair for us to bear this blame!"

"Su Hanze! It's him again!" Young Master Jin gnashed his teeth in hatred and almost overturned the table. "The eldest concubine is backing him up, and he is becoming more and more arrogant! It's not his turn to have the final say in Xiwan!"

"Then young master, what should we do?" Xiao Tan asked tentatively.

"What should I do? The gambling king knows about this now. If I can't handle it, this waterway will be gone." Jin Shao took a deep breath, a hint of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes, "Spread the word, if the northerners want to make trouble, let them make trouble! But I also want them to know that whoever dares to touch my fleet will have no good life!"

"What the young master means is..."

"Find a few death squads and blow up the warehouse where the northerners store their goods! They want to muddy the waters, but I'll make the waters so muddy that you can't even see the fish!" Young Master Jin stood up abruptly, his eyes revealing a fierce look. "Also, keep an eye on Su Hanze. If this guy dares to play tricks again, just drag his people out and bury them!"

In a secret warehouse in Kowloon Walled City, Lao Ge kicked over a wooden box filled with goods, his face looking terribly gloomy.

"Fake? They dare to say it's fake?!" Old Ge gritted his teeth, the veins on his forehead throbbing, "Damn it, that kid Jin Shao actually dared to give us fake goods. Do they really think northerners are easy to bully?"

"Brother Ge, what should we do now? Young Master Jin has already lit the fire, and his brothers are waiting for your order." The bald man asked anxiously.

"Wait? Wait for nothing!" Lao Ge punched the wooden box, and the bang shook the whole warehouse. "Pass my words on, brothers, fully armed, rob Young Master Jin's fleet tonight! Let him know that the northerners are not to be trifled with!"

"Understood!" The bald man nodded excitedly and immediately ran out to make arrangements.

Old Ge sat back on the worn-out sofa, took out a cigarette, lit it, took a deep puff, and stared coldly at the ceiling: "Young Master Jin, Su Hanze...you two brats, one wants to eat alone, and the other wants to muddy the waters. In the end, no one will have an easy life."

Lu Dongpi was sitting in his own mahjong parlor in Mong Kok, listening to his men report on the recent chaos in Sai Wan. He couldn't help but slap his thigh and laugh out loud: "Hahaha, this drama is getting more and more exciting! Young Master Jin blew up the northerners' goods, and the northerners are trying to rob his fleet. The harder they fight, the more comfortable I feel!"

"Brother Beer, do you think this will eventually affect us?" Black Frame's younger brother asked with some concern.

"Burn us? That depends on whether I, Lu Dongpi, am willing to take the blame." Lu Dongpi held a cigarette in his mouth and smiled with narrowed eyes, "Let's just sit on the mountain and watch the fight between the two tigers. Whoever loses, their territory will be ours in the end, right?"

"That's great, Brother Beer!" The younger brothers all gave him a thumbs up and praised him generously.

"Go! Spread the word that the northerners are going to attack Xiwan tonight. Young Master Jin's fleet is in danger." Lu Dongpi waved his hand and smiled proudly, "Let the cops join in the fun and see how long this mess can last."

As night falls, the lights at Xiwan Pier flicker and an eerie silence fills the air.

Su Hanze stood on the highest crane at the dock, his hands in his pockets, overlooking the chaos in the entire West Bay. In the distance, several black trucks slowly drove in, and the northerners' men were gathering; on the other side, Jin Shao's fleet also began to speed up loading, as if ready to run away.

"Brother, I'm afraid something big is going to happen tonight." Xiaolong stood behind him, rubbing his hands nervously, "The northerners are trying to rob the goods, and Young Master Jin is not a pushover either. Someone might die."

"Someone's dead?" Su Hanze smiled faintly, his eyes sweeping across the entire dock sharply, "Until the fire of the underworld is over, no one will be content."

"Then what should we do? Just stand there and watch?" Xiaolong was a little anxious.

"Watch?" Su Hanze's mouth curled up slightly, his voice low but with a fierce domineering tone, "Withdraw our people back. Xiwan does not belong to anyone tonight."

"Ah?" Xiaolong was confused.

"Pass on my words. If anyone dares to take action tonight, they will have to bear the consequences themselves." Su Hanze's eyes were as sharp as knives. "I want to make it clear to Young Master Jin and the northerners that Xiwan is not something that anyone can get involved in."

As the night deepened, gunshots and explosions rang out at the Xiwan Wharf, flames shot up into the sky, and the Northerners and Jin Shao's fleet fought fiercely. The sound of sirens gradually approached, and the entire wharf was in chaos.

And high up in the distance, Su Hanze stood there, lighting a cigarette, with a faint smile on his lips.

In a pub in Kowloon Walled City, Beifang Lao Ge was drinking heavily.

He just drank a glass of wine, and the fat on his face trembled. He spoke in a rough voice: "Xiwan is in such a mess. The police, the gambling king, Jin Shao, Su Hanze, no one can escape responsibility. They are having fun, and we make easy money."

"Brother Ge, Young Master Jin's fleet was destroyed tonight, and our brothers in the north also suffered several casualties. The news has spread." The bald subordinate lowered his voice, with a hint of viciousness on his face, "Logically, we should take over Xiwan Wharf while the chaos is going on."

"What's the hurry?" Old Ge raised his eyelids and knocked the wine glass on the table with a sneer. "Su Hanze is not taking any action now, just waiting for us to make a mistake. I, a northerner, came to Hong Kong Island not to make wedding clothes for him."

"Then what should we do? The police are keeping a close eye on Young Master Jin's batch of goods, so we can't make any move. If we delay any further, our brothers will get nervous."

"What are you panicking about?" Old Ge snorted coldly, put his glass on the table, swayed the wine, and spilled half of it. "Notify those small gangs and let them make trouble again. The more chaotic the better! Also, tell the gambling king that the 'big cargo' in Xiwan was reported by someone, and it was Su Hanze who deliberately spread the word."

"That's a clever move! Once the gambling king hears this, Su Hanze won't be able to pretend to be noble anymore."

“Why are you pretending to be so noble? In my eyes, Su Hanze is nothing but a loach stirring up the water. A real crocodile will always take the last bite.” Old Ge narrowed his eyes and tapped the table lightly with his fingertips, with a hint of cruelty in his eyes.

(End of this chapter)