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

Chapter 25 Setting the Stage
Su Hanze shook his head.

“It’s not powder trafficking, it’s smuggling!
Brother Ji, you have been in Sai Wan for so many years, you must know that the dock can be used for smuggling, right? "

“Smuggling requires connections.

Your brother-in-law Han Bin's smuggling business is quite prosperous, why don't you ask him if he is willing to teach me?"

When Bucky heard that Su Hanze was planning to engage in smuggling business on his own territory, his enthusiasm instantly cooled.

As for him, he is an expert at things like bragging and making waves.

The smuggling business was too esoteric for him.

After all, as a wealthy man in Sai Wan, he can only take out a mere two hundred thousand a month. If you say that such a person is good at making money, Su Hanze will be the first one who refuses to believe it.

"Brother Ji, how do you know I don't have any connections?

Let's make money together. You provide me with the land at the dock to deliver goods, and I will give you a monthly salary of 300,000 yuan."

Bucky sneered, "How can you, a gangster who just came back from Holland, know how to smuggle?
You still have to pay me a monthly stipend of 300,000 yuan. Why don’t you cash in the gold chain you promised to give me first?

It's not that I look down on you, I just want to see your strength!"

In fact, Baki also knows that the profits from smuggling are very considerable.

Han Bin is an expert in smuggling, so Bucky was skeptical about Su Hanze's words.

On the one hand, he felt that Han Bin might indeed give some benefits to his brother-in-law.

On the other hand, it also seems unrealistic. After all, when it comes to smuggling, both the source of goods and the routes are confidential to a smuggler.

He would rather believe that Han Bin would directly give one million in cash to his brother-in-law than believe that Han Bin would let his brother-in-law cooperate with him in the smuggling business.

After all, the Kwai Chung Container Terminal is big enough, and it is not yet Bucky's turn to invest in shares by relying on this triangular terminal.

But a problem that can be solved with money is not a problem.

Su Hanze stretched out his right hand to Bucky and waved five fingers in front of him.

He said, "Brother Ji, I will send you 500,000 this afternoon as a reward for voting for the Red Stick next month and for lending you the dock to start construction.

If you agree, just nod your head and I promise that you will see 500,000 cash before 4 pm.

If you don't agree, I will leave immediately and will not waste too much of your time."

Bucky stared at the five fingers Su Hanze extended in a trance, feeling filled with emotion for a moment.

Are all the young people nowadays so sharp?
Just take out the five hundred thousand!
For a moment, he felt that his role as the boss was in vain and that he was getting worse and worse.

It seemed as if Bucky slammed the table, turned around and shouted to the boss who was still frying beef noodles in the kitchen.

"Chaozhou Wei, no more dry fried beef noodles, give me some delicious chicken pot, hot pot, and a box of cold beer!"

Shek Kip Mei Estate.

Guan Zaisen was rarely energetic. He cleaned up his room and cooked a few side dishes in the kitchen.

In the cramped living room outside, sat a middle-aged man who looked like a consumptive patient.

The man had sunken eye sockets, dull whites of his eyes, and his entire body was skin and bones. If he shaved off the bones, he would probably have less than two ounces of flesh.

Sitting next to the table, shivering and yawning constantly, one could tell at first glance that he was an experienced dragon chaser.

After the last dish of fried chayote and pork was served on the table, the skinny man looked at Guan Zaisen timidly.

He asked, "Brother Sen, why are you so polite today?"

Guan Zaisen took a set of bowls and chopsticks, put some rice on them, and placed them in front of the man.

Then they sat down around the dining table and said, “Nothing, do I need a reason to invite the neighbors to dinner?

By the way, Lan Minghua, does your wife allow you to go back now?"

Lan Minghua picked up the chopsticks and put them down immediately.

I shook my head helplessly. "I can't go back, it's better this way, I hope she can find someone to remarry, so that my son won't know that there is an old man like me!"

Guan Zaisen followed up with, "I'm not much better. If I get involved with this kind of stuff, I might become like you in two years.

But to be honest, I am better off than you. At least I don’t have a wife or son. If I die one day, I will die. I have nothing to worry about!”

These heart-wrenching words made this indifferent Taoist friend burst into tears, which was exactly the result that Guan Zaisen wanted.

A veteran drug addict, he still had a conscience. His son was less than three years old and he himself didn't have many days left to live.

The BUFF is fully stacked!
If this kind of person asked him to be a scapegoat, Guan Zaisen couldn't think of any reason for him to refuse.

While Lan Minghua was wiping her tears, Guan Zaisen spoke.

"Lan Minghua, do you want to earn enough money to support your wife and children, and then die after having a good time?"

Lan Minghua nodded vigorously immediately.

He said, "Brother Sen, actually when you asked me to go upstairs for dinner today, I knew you had something for me to do.

Don't worry, as long as I can make some money for my daughter and her mother, I'll die!"

Seeing that Lan Minghua agreed readily, Guan Zaisen immediately took out a plastic bag the size of a cigarette box from his pocket and threw it on the table.

Not surprisingly, the plastic bag contained some white powdery substance.

Guan Zaisen pointed at the package and said, "That's great! I know you don't have an appetite right now, so why don't you just give up eating and try this first!"

Lan Minghua immediately burst into laughter and hurriedly took the package.

He hurriedly expressed his gratitude to Guan Zai Sen: "Thank you, Brother Sen, you really understand me!"

……

After seeing off Lan Minghua, Guan Zaisan walked out of the housing estate, hailed a taxi, and headed to the headquarters of the Wo Luen Sheng Tai Po Hei.

When we saw Da Pu Hei, he was fishing attentively under a parasol on the beach.

When his younger brother told Tai Po Hei that Guan Zai Sen from Sham Shui Po was looking for him, Tai Po Hei's expression was one of undisguised disgust.

"What is he doing here? Tell him that if he wants to borrow money, he won't get a penny!"

“Boss, he’s not here to borrow money.

Guan Zai Sen asked me to tell you that he is here to discuss a business deal for his younger brother Jimi Zai.

"Jimmy boy?"

Dapuhei put down the fishing rod in his hand, and the masseter muscles on both sides of his cheeks twitched.

Dapu Hei had heard of Jimmy Zai, a man who was good at business and a famous God of Wealth under Long Gen.

Compared to dealing with Guan Zaisen, the name Jimmie interested him more.

Da Pu Hei immediately called out to his men, "If that's the case, let Guan Zai Sen come over."

Soon, Ma Zai brought Guan Zaisen to the parasol.

Dapuhei glanced at him and spoke.

"Guan Zai Sen, let me say this first.

Except for the business with your brother Jimmy, nothing else is allowed!"

Guan Zaisen was obviously accustomed to such impolite scenes among his family members.

He rubbed his hands while standing under the parasol and glanced at the few personal fighters around Dabu Hei.

Said to Dapuhei.

"Brother Hei, can we talk alone?"

(End of this chapter)