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

Chapter 254: Sure enough, I was not disappointed

Su Hanze, however, was not happy at all. He gently shook the teacup in his hand and said in a steady voice, "It's hot, but don't make too much noise. Mr. Zhao's people just came to say hello today, so we have to give them some face. Let's keep our troops in place for now, gather them together, and wait for the next move."

Xiaolong frowned when he heard this. "Mr. Zhao's people just said that they were trying to warn us. Isn't it obvious that Mr. Zhao wants to remind you not to cross the line? We are doing our business honestly, how can we cross the line?"

"Do you think the rules are dead?" Su Hanze sneered and put the teacup on the table with a crisp sound. "Mr. Zhao's point is not about the rules, but about the interests. He feels uncomfortable when he sees that we have become big. He is afraid that we will take away his plate and his position. Do you understand?"

Xiaolong nodded half-comprehendingly, then took a step closer and lowered his voice: "What should we do? We can't just stay here and do nothing, right? The morale of the brothers has just been boosted, and if it is suppressed now, I'm afraid they will lose their spirits."

Su Hanze did not rush to answer. He stood up, walked to the window, and looked through the glass at the lights in the harbor. The cargo ships came and went, and the roar of the tugboats was low, but it made him feel warm inside.

He spoke slowly, his tone thoughtful: "We can't shrink, but we can't confront them head-on either. Mr. Zhao is a smart man. He doesn't just focus on Sai Wan, he sees further - the entire chain of interests of Hong Kong Island. If we don't touch Mr. Zhao's cheese, he won't really touch us even if we make it bigger. On the contrary, we have to let him see that we have the ability to help him do bigger business."

Xiaolong was stunned: "Help him? Boss Su, do you really want to share the cake with Mr. Zhao?"

"It's not a division, it's an exchange." Su Hanze turned around, his eyes were clear, and his voice was full of indescribable confidence. "Sai Wan is ours, but Hong Kong Island's entertainment, finance, gray areas, and casinos all need someone to take the lead in integration. Mr. Zhao has status and resources, and we have the ability to act. As long as we propose a plan that can make him excited, he will put aside those small tricks and take the initiative to come to us."

Xiaolong scratched his head, looking confused: "But how can we make him fall in love?"

"With money." Su Hanze smiled, his tone was as easy as if he was talking about something very simple. "With enough profits, with a pattern that Hong Kong Island has never had before. Xiaolong, this is not about Xiwan, this is about turning the entire Hong Kong Island into the chessboard of our shopping mall."

At the same time, in an office building in Central, Hong Kong Island, Lin Qiming was standing by the window of his office, holding a glass of red wine in his hand, and a string of stock market data was scrolling on the big screen behind him.

The stock of Night City Entertainment doubled in just three days, and he had a determined smile on his face. He turned around and his eyes fell on Mr. Zhao who was sitting on the sofa.

"Mr. Zhao, Night City Entertainment is now the hottest piece of cake in Hong Kong Island." Lin Qiming smiled slightly, his tone brisk and confident. "As long as we push it one step further, this company can expand from Central to Southeast Asia and even enter the international market. It's the best time for you to join now."

Mr. Zhao leaned on the sofa, the cigar in his hand was filled with smoke. He glanced at Lin Qiming and said slowly: "Mr. Lin, you are a very good at making promises. But I don't understand one thing, you are so optimistic about Night City Entertainment, why do you still need my support? Wouldn't it be easier for you to take it down by yourself?"

Lin Qiming smiled and took a sip of red wine. "Mr. Zhao, this is not a problem of funds, but a problem of resources. Night City Entertainment may seem like an ordinary entertainment company, but the casinos, underground gambling games, and gray capital chains behind it all require ground resources and connections. You are the only one in Hong Kong who can control these."

Mr. Zhao's smile deepened after hearing this. He hesitated for a moment and asked tentatively, "If I make a move, how do you plan to divide this cake?"

Lin Qiming put down his glass, took a step closer, and lowered his voice: "70% to 30%; Mr. Zhao will take 70% and I will take 30%. As long as you nod, we can start the first round of capital operation tomorrow."

Mr. Zhao lowered his head and took a puff of his cigar, slowly blowing out a puff of smoke, his eyes revealing a bit of amusement: "Mr. Lin, your 70:30 split seems very generous, but what I need to consider is whether this piece of cake will attract the covetousness of others. Recently, Su Hanze in Xiwan has been making a lot of moves. What do you think of his plan?"

Lin Qiming smiled, with a flash of contempt in his eyes: "He is just a local tyrant with a narrow vision. He will never be able to achieve great things. If he is willing to guard Xiwan obediently, I might consider cooperating with him. But if he doesn't know what's good for him, he will be eliminated by you and me sooner or later."

Mr. Zhao smiled slightly after hearing this, but did not respond. His eyes fell on the night view outside the window, but he was thinking about another bigger path in his mind.

The next morning, outside the warehouse of Xiwan Wharf, trucks were busy loading goods. Su Hanze stood at the door of the warehouse, talking in a low voice with several partners.

This batch of goods was high-end red wine smuggled from Southeast Asia, and all of them were sold to some high-end clubs in Central at three times the market price.

"Boss Su, this batch of goods is selling so quickly, should we expand into a few new channels?" one of the partners asked tentatively.

"There's no rush for channels, let's make sure the accounts are clear first." Su Hanze said calmly, his eyes sweeping over the busy workers. "Remember, we are doing business, not trafficking. Clear accounts and clean shipping routes are the foundation for us to grow big."

As soon as he finished speaking, Xiaolong ran over from a distance, looking excited: "Boss Su, Mr. Zhao has a message, he wants to see you!"

Su Hanze's eyes flickered slightly, and a meaningful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Very good, go and get ready. Today we want to show Mr. Zhao that his choice was not wrong."

The sunshine of Victoria Harbour shines on the sparkling water, and seagulls fly across the sky, making long cries.

The glass curtain walls of high-rise buildings sparkle in the sun, and luxury cars and pedestrians rush through the streets of Central. The morning light of Hong Kong Island is so peaceful, but it cannot conceal the undercurrents.

Mr. Zhao was sitting in a private room of a high-end Cantonese restaurant in Central, fiddling with his purple clay teapot. The aroma of tea was wafting in the air, and the atmosphere was relaxed. His confidant Liang Shaokun was standing nearby, reporting the latest developments in Sai Wan in a low voice.

"Su Hanze really can't hold back anymore," Mr. Zhao put down the purple clay teapot, his voice a little teasing, "I just gave him a heads-up last night, and he sent someone to arrange a meeting today. He's smarter than I expected."

Liang Shaokun smiled slightly: "Su Hanze is indeed a character. It is no coincidence that Xiwan has been able to survive in such a chaotic situation over the years. But Mr. Zhao, are you really going to cooperate with him? After all, he has a weak foundation and may not have enough vision."

Mr. Zhao smiled and did not answer directly. Instead, he picked up the teacup and took a sip: "If the foundation is weak, it can be improved. If the vision is not enough, it can be taught. The key is whether he has self-awareness."

As they were talking, the door of the box was pushed open and Su Hanze strode in.

He was wearing a well-cut dark grey suit today, his hair was neatly combed, and he had a modest smile on his face. He looked more like a new business upstart than the "underground emperor" of Xiwan. "Mr. Zhao, long time no see." Su Hanze bowed slightly, his tone was respectful but confident.

Mr. Zhao put down his teacup and glanced at Su Hanze's face, with a hint of scrutiny. He nodded slightly and motioned for Su Hanze to take a seat: "Boss Su is really thoughtful. You came to see me so soon. Tell me, what do you want to talk about today?"

Su Hanze sat down, took out a document from his briefcase and handed it over, saying in a steady voice, "Mr. Zhao, you always like to see solid things. This is my development plan for Xiwan in the next three years, including the dock rectification, casino transformation, and the plan to promote the night market economy by combining the financial resources of Central."

Mr. Zhao took the document and flipped through a few pages, with a little more surprise in his eyes. He didn't expect that this young man who seemed to be just a local boss in Xiwan actually had such a detailed plan, and he analyzed the benefits and risks of each project in detail.

"Interesting." Mr. Zhao closed the file and his eyes narrowed slightly. "But Boss Su, these plans are very good, but what capital do you have to make me believe that you can really do it?"

Su Hanze had expected Mr. Zhao to ask this question. He smiled slightly, raised his head and looked directly at him: "Mr. Zhao, you are the leader of Hong Kong Island, and I am just a small role who has just started. But because I am small and Xiwan is also small, we have more room for growth. If you are willing to help me now, you will take 40% of all the profits of Xiwan in the future, and I am willing to work hard with my brothers to earn the remaining 60% back."

Mr. Zhao's eyes became deep. He picked up the teacup and shook it gently. "Sixty percent to forty percent, you have calculated it clearly. But what I want is a stable income, not a gamble."

"Mr. Zhao, my life has always been a gamble." Su Hanze's tone was calm, but his eyes showed a convincing tenacity. "But I know that with Mr. Zhao's support, no matter how difficult this gamble is, I can win."

Mr. Zhao was silent for a while, then suddenly laughed: "Boss Su is really good at talking. Okay, I can try to cooperate with you, but there is a prerequisite - Xiwan must be completely quiet. Whether it is Young Master Jin or other messy people, I don't want to hear any more troubles about Xiwan."

Su Hanze's eyes flashed and he nodded: "Don't worry, Mr. Zhao, I will definitely do it."

Mr. Zhao nodded and waved his hand: "Okay, go back and arrange this matter. I will send someone to Xiwan in three days. If your actions satisfy me, this cooperation can continue."

Su Hanze stood up and bowed slightly: "Thank you Mr. Zhao for your trust."

After leaving the Cantonese restaurant, Su Hanze got into his car, leaned back in his seat and closed his eyes. His mind was racing, and Mr. Zhao's attitude was very clear. He was willing to give Xiwan a way out, but the premise was that Xiwan must be quiet.

The car slowly drove through the bustling streets of Central. Through the car window, Su Hanze looked at the bustling crowd on the street and suddenly said, "Xiaolong, go find Ah Fei and Ah Liu and call them to the boxing gym. We have to set up a game and clean up Sai Wan thoroughly."

Xiaolong was stunned: "Boss Su, clean up thoroughly? You mean..."

Su Hanze opened his eyes, his gaze cold: "Hasn't Young Master Jin always wanted Xiwan? Then make him disappear completely."

At the same time, in a bar in Mong Kok, Jin Shao was hugging two hot girls and laughing. He had just saved himself from the police and was very proud of himself.

"Damn it, who the hell is Su Hanze? How dare he fight me?" Young Master Jin slammed the table and laughed, but Xiao Tan stood aside with his head down, not daring to respond.

"Master, I heard that Su Hanze has been making some moves recently. He seems to have established contact with Mr. Zhao." Xiao Tan finally couldn't help but speak, and said cautiously.

"Mr. Zhao?" Young Master Jin sneered, "Can he match Mr. Zhao? Xiao Tan, you are becoming more and more timid. Mr. Zhao is a man that even my father-in-law respects. What is Su Hanze?"

Xiao Tan opened his mouth, but in the end said nothing. He knew in his heart that Young Master Jin's confidence was totally unfounded, but no one could persuade him now.

Three days later, in the basement of Xiwan Boxing Stadium, Su Hanze, Ah Liu, Xiaolong and several confidants sat around a table. On the table was a detailed list of all the prominent figures in Xiwan, including the power distribution map of Jin Shao.

"We are not going to leave any escape routes this time." Su Hanze's eyes were sharp as knives, and his voice was deep. "Young Master Jin's casino, the goods on the dock, and even his beast farm, will all be uprooted within the next few days."

Ah Liu took a deep breath and said, "Boss Su, isn't this too much? If it doesn't go well, will Mr. Zhao be unhappy?"

"Mr. Zhao wants peace, not trouble." Su Hanze said firmly, "If we don't move, he will think we are incapable of moving. If we move and clean up thoroughly, he will think that this game can be won steadily."

Xiaolong pursed his lips and nodded: "Boss Su, let's fight this time!"

A week later, the world in Xiwan had completely changed.

Jin Shao's casino was reported to have set up a private gambling game and was busted by the police; his wild animal farm caught fire in the middle of the night and he suffered heavy losses; even more than half of the goods on his dock were intercepted, and almost all of his business chains collapsed in just a few days.

However, the boxing stadium in Sai Wan has ushered in a new round of expansion. Not only has it introduced new entertainment projects, it has also reached cooperation with several large companies in Central, becoming the hottest commercial landmark in the entire Hong Kong Island.

Mr. Zhao sat in his club, looking at the newspaper in his hand, with a meaningful smile on his face: "Su Hanze... really didn't disappoint me."

In a tavern near Doria Harbor, Ah Liu was holding a bottle of beer, tapping his fingers on the bottle.

He had an unconcealable smile on his face, and his voice was three points higher than usual: "Brothers, our Boss Su really stole the show this time! A big cleanup in Xiwan, uprooted Young Master Jin, and incidentally made it so that Mr. Zhao couldn't find any fault with him! What is this? This is a divine operation!"

(End of this chapter)