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

Chapter 316: Keep an eye on this Aqiang!

Ah Biao didn't say anything, staring at Jin Shao with gloomy eyes. At this moment, the bald man ran over and whispered, "Brother Biao, there's news from Lao Chen. He said that when the truck left the mine, there was indeed no problem, and no one moved it before loading it on the ship."

"No one moved?" Ah Biao frowned, "Then where did these fake fans come from?"

The bald man hesitated for a moment and whispered, "Old Chen said that the cargo list was issued by Dongwan, and the transportation route was also arranged by Jin Shao's people."

"Bullshit!" Young Master Jin was furious when he heard this, pointing at the bald man and cursing, "Stop throwing dirty water on me! I arranged the transportation route, but the cargo list was issued by Baishuishan. The man surnamed Su is the mastermind behind this!"

Ah Biao narrowed his eyes and stared at Jin Shao for a few seconds. His tone was calm but murderous: "Jin Shao, I'll give you one more day to find out who put these fake fans. If you can't find out, you have to pay for this."

A Biao said nothing more and turned to "

He left with his men. Standing on the deck, Young Master Jin kicked over the wooden box beside him in anger and cursed, "Su Hanze, I'm not done with you for this!"

The confrontation on the cargo ship came to an end for the time being, but the air at Xiwan Wharf was still filled with gunpowder. Ah Biao returned to the speedboat with his men, lit a cigarette, and stared at the sea in the distance with a cold look. The bald man sat next to him and whispered, "Brother Biao, this is getting more and more wrong. Young Master Jin doesn't seem to be pretending. If he really did this, he wouldn't be so impatient."

"Can't keep calm?" Ah Biao sneered, "Young Master Jin is just a spoiled young master, he doesn't have enough brains. The one with the surname Su is really cruel, this fake fan game is clearly aimed at the two of us."

"Then what should we do?" The bald man frowned. "The goods are detained here, and the police will get wind of it sooner or later."

"The cops?" Ah Biao blew out a puff of smoke and said calmly, "Which cop in Hong Kong doesn't know me? If they dare to come, I won't even let them get on the boat."

The bald man nodded and didn't dare to say anything more. He knew that Ah Biao's power in Xiwan was deeply rooted, but this time, it was obviously not just about the goods. Su Hanze, Jin Shao, and even the elusive Old Li seemed to have a bigger shadow behind them.

At the same time, in a tea restaurant in Tsim Sha Tsui, Lao Li had just hung up the phone with Ah Biao, ordered a cup of milk tea, and stared at the envelope on the table with complicated eyes. He knew that what happened tonight was just the beginning, and the drama in Hong Kong Island was far from over. The young man in the gray jacket always made him feel uneasy, but he couldn't refuse the thick envelope.

"Damn it, I'm done with this job, I'm done with this." Lao Li cursed in a low voice, took out his cell phone, dialed a number, and whispered: "Hello, Xiao Ma, it's me. Help me check who owns the black van near Baishui Mountain last night."

Xiao Ma on the other end of the phone was an errand boy who was well-informed and specialized in asking Lao Li all kinds of gossip. When he heard Lao Li's tone, he immediately became excited: "Brother Li, is this related to the dock incident? I heard that A Biao and Jin Shao almost had a fight last night!"

"Stop talking nonsense!" Lao Li said impatiently, "About the car inspection, tell me what you found immediately, don't ask too many questions."

"Okay, okay, okay." Xiao Ma responded quickly, "Brother Li, don't worry, I will ask someone tonight and I promise to give you a definite answer."

After hanging up the phone, Lao Li drank a sip of milk tea and looked out the window with complicated eyes. The night of Hong Kong Island was still bustling, and pedestrians were flowing under the neon lights. He murmured: "Who is the winner in this play?"

The next morning, in the office of Baishuishan Mine, Su Hanze was slowly flipping through a newspaper. The headline did not mention the dock incident, but the rumor in the market had spread like wildfire. The reputation of Dongwan Gambling Stone Field plummeted, and most of the customers left. Jin Shao's phone was probably about to be blown up.

Ah Liu pushed the door open and came in, grinning from ear to ear: "Boss, people in the market are saying that Master Jin is even selling flour! Now no one dares to enter his shop, and his business is about to fail!"

"Huang?" Su Hanze put down the newspaper and smiled faintly, "Young Master Jin hasn't reached that point yet. The trump card in his hand is stronger than you think."

"Investigate?" Su Hanze lit a cigarette and exhaled a puff of smoke. "What he will find is only Young Master Jin's shadow. The manifest clearly states that the goods came from Dongwan. With Ah Biao's brain, at most he will suspect that Young Master Jin and I have teamed up to cheat him."

Ah Liu nodded, and just as he was about to flatter him, his cell phone suddenly rang. He looked at the number, his face changed slightly, and he whispered to Su Hanze, "Boss, it's Lao Chen."

"Answer it." Su Hanze leaned back in his chair and smoked slowly.

Ah Liu pressed the answer button, and Lao Chen's urgent voice came from the receiver: "Ah Liu, there's trouble at the dock again! Young Master Jin's people came to me this morning and said they wanted to check the truck's transportation records. I... I'm afraid I'll be exposed!"

"Exposure?" Ah Liu sneered, "Old Chen, since you took the boss's money, you have to act well. Whatever Young Master Jin asks, just blame it on Baishui Mountain and say that the cargo list was issued by the mine. You don't know anything else."

"But...but Young Master Jin's people said that they have found out the route the truck took last night!" Old Chen's voice was shaking. "They also asked me if I knew about the black van!"

"Black van?" Ah Liu's eyes flashed, he glanced at Su Hanze, and whispered, "Old Chen, calm down and don't talk nonsense. I'll take care of this."

After hanging up the phone, Ah Liu turned to look at Su Hanze and frowned, "Boss, a black van? This sounds weird."

"Strange?" Su Hanze smiled and put out his cigarette. "Someone wants to make things more muddy. Go and check who owns this car."

"Yes." Ah Liu nodded and turned to go out. Su Hanze leaned back in his chair and looked out the window with a cold look. The sky over Hong Kong Island was gray and it looked like it was going to rain. He whispered to himself, "This scene is getting more and more interesting."

At the same time, in the office of the Dongwan gambling stone field, Jin Shao was throwing documents all over the floor, his face twisted with anger. Zhang Hai stood aside, head down, not daring to breathe. The papers scattered on the floor were all cargo lists and transportation records, each with the Baishui Mountain mark written on it.

"Damn it!" Young Master Jin slammed his fist on the table and roared, "Su Hanze, do you really think I'm easy to bully?"

"Master, calm down." Zhang Hai said carefully, "Our people have already found out that the route of the truck last night was indeed arranged by Baishuishan. That old Chen also said that the cargo list was issued by the mine, and he just loaded the ship according to instructions."

"As ordered?" Young Master Jin sneered, "Old Chen, that old fox, must have taken advantage of Su! Go, capture him and bring him here. I want to interrogate him in person!"

"Catch?" Zhang Hai was stunned for a moment, and whispered a reminder, "Master, Lao Chen still has some influence in Xiwan Wharf. If you touch him rashly, I'm afraid it will cause trouble." "Trouble?" Jin Shao glared at Zhang Hai, "Am I still afraid of trouble? Tell the brothers to tie up Lao Chen for me tonight. I want to see what he can spit out of his mouth!"

"Yes." Zhang Hai nodded and turned to make arrangements. Jin Shao stood by the window, lit a cigarette, and looked into the distance with a gloomy look. He knew that this game was not just about the goods, but there was a bigger shadow behind it. And that shadow was probably related to Su Hanze.

Night fell again, and the sea breeze at Xiwan Wharf was still biting. Lao Chen stood by the wharf, holding a bottle of beer in his hand, looking at the cargo ship in the distance with complicated eyes. His cell phone suddenly rang, and when he looked at the number, it was an unfamiliar number. He hesitated for a moment, picked up the phone, and whispered, "Hello, who is it?"

"Old Chen, you did a good job with the goods." A deep voice came from the other end of the phone, with a hint of smile, "But the show is not over yet, you have to work harder."

"Who are you?" Old Chen frowned, his voice filled with vigilance.

"It doesn't matter who it is." The man laughed. "What matters is, do you want to make more money? Tonight, Young Master Jin's people will come to you, and you know what to say."

"Mr. Jin?" Old Chen's heart tightened. "What do you want me to say?"

"It's very simple." The man said slowly, "Just say that the cargo list was issued by Baishuishan, but the transportation route was changed by Jin Shao's people. Remember, stick to Jin Shao and don't let it slip."

Old Chen swallowed his saliva and whispered, "This matter...is it too risky?"

"Risk?" The man sneered, "Old Chen, you've already taken the money, and you still want to withdraw? Let me tell you, no one in Hong Kong Island can be immune. If you do a good job tonight, you will get the money."

"Okay... okay." Old Chen gritted his teeth and replied, "But you have to promise that I won't be killed by Young Master Jin."

"Don't worry." The man smiled, "Young Master Jin can't protect himself right now, so he can't take care of you."

After hanging up the phone, Lao Chen took a big gulp of beer and cursed. He knew that he had been completely involved in this situation and it would not be easy to get out of it.

At the same time, in a tea restaurant in Tsim Sha Tsui, Lao Li was sitting in his old seat, holding a cup of milk tea in his hand, staring at the mobile phone on the table with complicated eyes.

Xiao Ma just called and said that the license plate of the black van was fake, but the car did appear near Baishui Mountain last night, and the people inside even talked to a mine worker.

"Worker?" Old Li frowned and whispered to himself, "This is getting more and more weird." He took out his cell phone, dialed a number, and whispered, "Brother Biao, I found something. The black van incident may be related to a worker in Baishui Mountain."

"Worker?" Ah Biao's voice came from the receiver, a little impatient, "Old Li, don't beat around the bush with me! Tell me, who is it?"

"I'm not sure yet." Lao Li said honestly, "But my people said that the worker's name is Aqiang, and he has been very close to Su Hanze recently. Brother Biao, do you want me to dig deeper?"

"Damn!" Ah Biao gritted his teeth, "Old Li, you have to keep a close eye on this matter. If the guy surnamed Su is really behind this, I will make his whole family bury him!"

"Understood." Lao Li hung up the phone, drank a sip of milk tea, and looked out the window with complicated eyes. He knew that this scene had completely gone wrong, and he himself was getting deeper and deeper into it.

The night wind at Xiwan Wharf blew even harder, and the waves hit the wharf, making a low roar. Lao Chen stood by the cargo ship, the beer bottle in his hand was empty, and he smashed it to the ground, the glass fragments shone coldly in the dim light.

His cell phone rang again. It was Zhang Hai, one of Jin Shao's men. Old Chen frowned and picked up the phone, trying to speak calmly: "Hello, Zhang Hai, it's so late, what's the matter?"

"Old Chen, stop playing dumb!" Zhang Hai's voice came from the receiver, with a hint of anger, "The young master asked me to ask you, who moved the truck last night? You'd better tell the truth!"

"Explanation?" Old Chen sneered, lit a cigarette, and exhaled a puff of smoke. "Zhang Hai, I have told you many times that the cargo list was issued by Baishuishan, and I didn't even touch the boxes before loading. If you want to ask, go ask the guy named Su, don't bother me."

"Stop talking nonsense!" Zhang Hai's voice became more urgent. "Old Chen, you've been in Xiwan for so many years, everyone knows that you are as slippery as a loach? The young master said that if you don't give an explanation tonight, you can forget about staying at the dock tomorrow!"

"Threatening me?" Old Chen narrowed his eyes, his tone revealing a bit of disdain. "Zhang Hai, go back and tell Young Master Jin that I know nothing about the cargo. It's clearly written on the cargo manifest that the transportation route was decided by his Dongwan people. I'm just a worker, I can't care so much."

"You!" Zhang Hai gritted his teeth in anger, "Old Chen, just wait, the young master is coming over tonight, you'd better keep your mouth shut!"

After hanging up the phone, Lao Chen took a deep puff of his cigarette and cursed. He knew that Young Master Jin was really anxious this time, but the warning from the mysterious phone call was still ringing in his ears, making him dare not reveal the truth easily. He glanced at the cargo ship parked at the dock with a complicated look in his eyes, and whispered to himself: "Damn, the water is getting more and more muddy."

At the same time, in a tea restaurant in Tsim Sha Tsui, Lao Li sat in a corner, holding a cup of milk tea in his hand, his eyes fixed on the mobile phone on the table.

Xiao Ma just sent a message saying that the worker named Aqiang did have contact with the people in a black van last night, but no one knows what they talked about. Lao Li frowned, dialed Abiao's number, and whispered: "Brother Biao, I found something. That Aqiang met with someone from another place last night, and it's probably related to the cargo."

"Out-of-towner?" Ah Biao's voice came from the receiver, with a hint of anger, "Old Li, don't keep me in suspense! Who is the out-of-towner? Have you found out?"

"Not yet." Old Li told the truth, "Xiao Ma said that the license plate of the black van is fake and it is hard to find out who it belongs to. But Aqiang has been getting close to Su Hanze recently, so he probably got some benefits from him."

"Su Hanze!" Ah Biao gritted his teeth, his voice squeezed out from between his teeth, "How dare you, Su, play tricks right under my nose! Lao Li, you have to keep a close eye on Ah Qiang. Tell me what you find out immediately!"

"Understood." Lao Li hung up the phone, drank a sip of milk tea, and looked out the window with complicated eyes. The streets of Hong Kong Island were still bustling, and pedestrians were flowing under the neon lights. He cursed in a low voice: "This shit is getting more and more weird." He took out another mobile phone, dialed a number, and whispered: "Hey, Xiao Ma, continue to check Aqiang, focusing on his bank account, to see if there is any large amount of money coming in recently."

(End of this chapter)