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

Chapter 29 Chen Yongren

“And Brother Ji, if you followed the rules, you wouldn’t have lent the pier to Lei Yaoyang to go out and meet his fans!
I hope you can think about it carefully. If you can get some money out of Lei Yaoyang by doing this with me, you will definitely get a share of the benefits!"

Bucky began to ponder.

He knew clearly what Su Hanze meant, it was a case of thieves robbing thieves.

The goods are handed over to the policeman, and the money is kept in his own pocket.

But Bucky was hesitant to make up his mind. If he had the courage, he would not have stayed in Sai Wan, a big brother's territory, and was so poor that he could only take out NT$200,000 in salary every month.

Finally, Bucky shook his head.

"Sangze, I don't want to get too involved in your affairs.

But I can guarantee one thing: I can pretend I don’t know what you are going to do at Triangle Pier.”

"Brother Ji, just one sentence from you is enough.

But there is one thing I would like to ask you for help. Can you tell me about the ship that Lei Yaoyang uses to transport goods at Triangle Wharf?"

“I really don’t know this!
Sangze, if I knew when Lei Yaoyang would ship the goods, the anti-drug team wouldn't have been watching here for two or three months without any results. "

Bucky wasn't lying about this.

As a long-established "number four" dismantling company in Hong Kong Island, the Tung Sing Society is very experienced in the noodle stall business.

Su Hanze was not surprised by this, but what worried him was that making money through illegal means was not as easy as he thought.

It is not easy to make a fortune. If he cannot solve these troubles, he is at best just a qualified gangster.

After returning to Bowl Lane from Sai Wan, Su Hanze went to inspect the venue as usual.

Fortunately, Hongxing's reputation is big enough. For a few days, everything went smoothly except for a few people in the nightclub who got drunk and complained about the poor service from the girls.

It is worth mentioning that after getting drunk, these perverts would take out money to have real sex with the hostesses in the private room.

It’s like when you come to Potlan Street, you can do whatever you want if you have money.

In this situation, Gongzi Jun can usually handle it with his men, and there is no need for him to personally step in to resolve it.

At seven o'clock in the evening, the colorful neon lights everywhere on Bolan Street began to set off an ambiguous night scene.

Su Hanze found a seat in the dance hall of the nightclub, sat with Gong Zijun, called over two girls who had not started working yet, and exchanged a few punches.

After a few rounds of drinking, Su Hanze suddenly felt bored.

After sending his girlfriend to the lounge to wait for the clock, Su Hanze's attention was suddenly attracted by a man walking past him.

The man had slightly greasy hair and a messy beard. He was wearing a tan leather jacket and his eyes seemed to have seen a lot of vicissitudes of life.

The whole person looks indescribably decadent.

The man didn't notice that Su Hanze was looking at him. He put his hands in his leather jacket pockets and walked quickly towards the box area of ​​the nightclub.

"Brother Ze, do you know him?"

Gongzi Jun noticed Su Hanze's gaze and asked from the side.

Su Hanze shook his head: "I don't know him, but he looks familiar, as if I have seen him somewhere.

Gongzijun, do you know this person? "

Gongzi Jun nodded and said, “Chen Yongren from Tsim Sha Tsui, he started working with Han Chen.

But what’s interesting is that this guy is the illegitimate son of Ni Kun, a former Tsim Sha Tsui tycoon. Han Chen ruined the Ni family, but he was willing to work with Han Chen. ”

"Anyone who has been around for a day knows what you said. What I want to know is, what are Han Chen's people doing in our place?"

"Of course it's bulk cargo."

Gongzi Jun said disapprovingly: "Brother Ze, in a place like Bolan Street, it's really unreasonable for you to let these guests not play something.

Anyway, we are not the ones selling it, so just pretend you can’t see it.

Even if the police check the license plate, it is none of our business."

An idea suddenly came to Su Hanze's mind.

He was having a headache about how to clean up the Triangle Wharf, as it was not easy to find any evidence against Lei Yaoyang.

But now he has an idea. If there is no handle, then he might as well create one.

Isn't it the despicable method of framing others that a gangster like him should be best at?

Anyway, he had to report to the police and he wanted the site at Triangle Wharf. The goal had been achieved, so the process was not important at all.

"Mr. Jun, when Chen Yongren comes out later, bring him over to my place for a few drinks."

"No, Brother Ze, I suggest you don't touch those things. Han Chen's stuff is famous for being strong, and you can't quit!"

"You think too much! Just bring the person to see me!"

"OK!"

Gongzi Jun threw the handful of melon seeds in his hand back into the fruit plate, then stood up and went to the private room area to look for Chen Yongren as Su Hanze had instructed.

The atmosphere in the dance hall became increasingly heated.

Not long after, Chen Yongren was brought by Gongzi Jun to this booth and met Su Hanze.

Gongzi Jun was very tactful. He just patted Chen Yongren on the shoulder and motioned him to sit down.

Then he said to Su Hanze, "Brother Ze, there is a private room for choosing concubines. I will go and take care of it."

After Gongzi Jun left, Chen Yongren sat opposite Su Hanze and forced a smile.

He greeted Su Hanze and said, "Brother Ze, what do you want me to tell you?"

"you know me?"

“I know. I’ve always been in charge of Brother Chen’s goods on Bowl Lane.

I have to know every big boss in every place!"

Chen Yongren rubbed his hands uncomfortably. As idle thugs, they would often be harassed by the scouts.

They are generally not allowed to enter the venue to trade.

Of course, most of the time we turn a blind eye. Fans make money and they also want to have fun in the venue.

Su Hanze naturally knew Chen Yongren's identity.

This undercover policeman no longer has any trace of a policeman.

His eye sockets were swollen and his face was sallow. It seemed that Chen Yongren had been somewhat affected by working under Han Chen.

In addition, he is the illegitimate son of Ni Kun in Tsim Sha Tsui. Before he graduated from the Wong Chuk Hang Police Academy, he was arranged by the Organized Crime and Triad Bureau to work at the Ni family with his second brother Ni Yongxiao.

A typical 'red-blooded' dwarf mule, no one would have thought that he was a policeman who had been undercover for ten years.

Su Hanze couldn't help but admire this kind of person.

People who have their own firm beliefs are always worthy of respect.

But respect aside, he still needed Chen Yongren to help him do something.

“Actually, I asked you to come here for nothing else.

I just want to remind you that last week, two female college students took drugs and got high in Cunwang's place. They jumped from the fifth floor and died.

As a result, Cun Wang’s place was closed down by the police and has not reopened until now.

I don't want to see something like this happen in my place, you know what I mean?"

After listening to Su Hanze's words, Chen Yongren quickly nodded and promised.

"Don't worry, Brother Ze, I am very sensible in what I do!
In the future, when a customer wants to pick up goods, I will definitely greet him in advance and conduct the transaction outside!"

"It's great that you think so. Anyway, I'll be very happy if you come to my place to play in the future.

If you sell goods in my store, don't blame me for not giving Han Chen face!"

"sure!"

"There's a strip show here tonight. If you're interested, you can stay and have a few drinks. It's not too late to leave after watching it."

"No, brother Ze, my boss told me that I have other things to do."

Chen Yongren stood up, smiled apologetically, and then quickly left the dance hall.

Looking at Chen Yongren's departing back, Su Hanze couldn't help but smile knowingly.

I was really sleepy, and a pillow was delivered to my door.

(End of this chapter)