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

Chapter 317 This old fox is no pushover!
"Brother Li, this will cost you extra money!" Xiao Ma laughed a little roguely on the other end of the phone, "It's hard to dig up Aqiang's background. The mine is keeping a close eye on him."

"More money?" Old Li snorted, "After you finish this job, I'll give you double the money. Stop talking nonsense and go!"

"Okay, okay, Brother Li, don't worry!" Xiao Ma hung up the phone and immediately contacted his informant. Lao Li leaned back in his chair, lit a cigarette, and stared at the smoke with complicated eyes. He knew that this drama was not just about the goods, there was a bigger plot behind it, and he himself was getting deeper and deeper into it.

At the same time, in the office of Baishuishan Mine, Su Hanze was leaning back in a leather chair, holding a cup of coffee in his hand, taking a sip slowly. Opposite him, Ah Liu was sitting on the sofa, holding a piece of intelligence he had just received, smiling like a fox who had stolen a chicken: "Boss, Young Master Jin is in big trouble! I heard that he is going to the dock tonight to settle accounts with Lao Chen, and he will probably fight with Ah Biao again!"

"Fight?" Su Hanze smiled and put down his coffee cup. "Young Master Jin is so smart that he can only argue with Ah Biao for a few words. If he really wants to fight, he has to think twice."

"What about Lao Chen?" Ah Liu came closer and asked in a low voice, "Will he be unable to hold on and reveal our secrets?"

"Old Chen?" Su Hanze sneered, lit a cigarette and exhaled a puff of smoke. "He took my money and is tougher than anyone else. Even if Young Master Jin tied him up, he would just push the blame onto Dong Wan."

"Great!" Ah Liu gave a thumbs up. "Boss, with your tricks, Young Master Jin and Ah Biao will probably fight till they are bloodied!"

"Fight?" Su Hanze narrowed his eyes, his tone calm but chilling, "No matter how fiercely you fight, you're just a pawn in my hand. Go, tell Lao Chen that no matter what Young Master Jin asks tonight, he just insists that the transportation route was decided by Dongwan, and he knows nothing else."

"Yes!" Ah Liu nodded, took out his cell phone, and sent an encrypted text message to Lao Chen. Su Hanze leaned back in his chair and looked out the window with a cold look. The sky over Hong Kong Island was gray, as if it was going to rain. He whispered to himself, "This scene has just begun."

As the night deepened, at the cargo ship at Xiwan Wharf, Young Master Jin, wrapped in a windbreaker, got out of the car with several bodyguards. His face looked even uglier than last night, with an undisguised rage in his eyes. Zhang Hai followed behind him, holding a briefcase in his hand, lowering his head and not daring to look any further.

"Where's Lao Chen?" Young Master Jin shouted as soon as he arrived at the dock, his voice filled with anger, "Tell him to get out and see me!"

The dock manager was a thin middle-aged man. He ran over in fear when he heard Young Master Jin's voice. He nodded and said, "Young Master Jin, Lao Chen is on the boat, counting the cargo from last night. What do you want to see him about?"

"Counting the goods?" Young Master Jin sneered, "He is counting the flour, right? Go, call him over!"

“Yes, yes!” The steward hurriedly ran to the cargo ship and shouted, “Old Chen! Young Master Jin is looking for you, come down quickly!”

Old Chen was standing on the deck. When he heard the shout, his hands trembled and his cigarette butt almost fell to the ground. He took a deep breath, put out the cigarette, and walked off the boat slowly, forcing a smile on his face: "Mr. Jin, it's so late, what do you want from me?"

"What's the matter?" Young Master Jin took a step forward, his eyes piercing like knives, "Old Chen, do you take me for an idiot? What happened to the flour in last night's shipment? Tell me!"

"Flour?" Old Chen pretended to be surprised. "Mr. Jin, I don't understand what you mean. It's clearly written on the cargo list that it's raw jade from Baishui Mountain. I just loaded it according to the order and didn't even touch the boxes!"

"Never touched it?" Jin Shao sneered and winked at Zhang Hai. Zhang Hai quickly took out a cargo list and handed it to Jin Shao. Jin Shao took it and threw it in front of Lao Chen: "Look for yourself, the cargo list is signed by you, and the transportation route is also reported by you. Now the goods are all fake powder. Who would believe you if you say you haven't touched it?"

Old Chen glanced at the cargo list, his expression unchanged, and his tone calm, "Mr. Jin, it's true that I signed the order, but the transportation route was decided by the people in Dongwan. I'm just a small manager, how can I change the route? If you want to check, go ask your own people."

"You!" Young Master Jin was so angry that his chest heaved. He pointed at Lao Chen and cursed, "Lao Chen, don't play dumb with me! If you didn't do this, then it must be Su who was behind it! Tell me, who did you take advantage of?"

"Benefits?" Old Chen sneered, "Mr. Jin, I have been in Xiwan for 20 years, relying on my reputation. If you doubt me, I can't help it. But I dare to guarantee that this guy's matter has nothing to do with me."

Young Master Jin glared at Lao Chen for a few seconds, then suppressed his anger and turned to Zhang Hai, saying, "Go, pull up the surveillance camera at the dock. I want to see if anyone moved the truck last night!"

"Yes." Zhang Hai nodded and turned to contact the staff at the dock. Lao Chen stood aside, his face expressionless, but he was secretly sweating. He knew that there would be no flaws in the surveillance, because Su Hanze had already arranged for someone to tamper with last night's video.

At this moment, a black speedboat rushed over from a distance, as fast as an arrow. Ah Biao stood at the bow, holding a pistol in his hand, staring at Jin Shao and Lao Chen on the dock. After the speedboat docked, he jumped onto the dock, strode over, and said in a cold tone: "Jin Shao, you are quite quick. You came to settle accounts with Lao Chen overnight?"

"A Biao?" Young Master Jin frowned, his tone a little impatient, "This matter has nothing to do with you, why are you here to join in the fun?"

"It doesn't matter?" Ah Biao sneered, took out a cargo list and threw it in front of Jin Shao, "Look for yourself, your name is written on the cargo list, and the transportation route was also decided by your people. Now the cargo is full of fake powder, and you say it has nothing to do with me?"

Young Master Jin glanced at the list of goods and gritted his teeth in anger: "A Biao, stop throwing dirty water on me! It's obvious that the guy surnamed Su is cheating me. What on earth do you want to do by withholding my goods?"

"What are you doing?" Ah Biao narrowed his eyes, took a step forward, and approached Jin Shao, "I'm telling you, no one can leave without checking this batch of goods thoroughly. Old Chen, tell me, what's going on with this stuff?"

Lao Chen was forced to take a half step back by Ah Biao's momentum, and said with a stiff face: "Brother Biao, I just told Master Jin that the cargo list was issued by Baishuishan, and the transportation route was determined by Dongwan. I only loaded the ship according to the order, and I don't know anything else."

"No idea?" Ah Biao snorted coldly, staring at Lao Chen with gloomy eyes, "Lao Chen, you've been in Xiwan for so many years, everyone knows that you're as slippery as a loach? Tell me, did anyone move the truck last night?"

"No!" Old Chen gritted his teeth. "Brother Biao, I swear, the truck was loaded directly onto the ship as soon as it arrived at the dock. The boxes were not even opened. If anyone had tampered with it, it must have been done at Baishui Mountain!"

"Baishuishan?" A Biao's eyes flashed, and he turned to look at Jin Shao, "Jin Shao, did you hear that? The manifest was from Baishuishan, and the man surnamed Su is the mastermind. If you want to clear yourself of the charges, you'd better find out now." Jin Shao was so angry that his chest heaved. He glared at A Biao for a few seconds and cursed in a low voice, "Damn it, Su man, I'm not done with you!" He turned to Zhang Hai and said, "Go, contact the people from Baishuishan, I want to confront Su face to face!"

"Yes." Zhang Hai nodded, took out his phone and started to contact people. Ah Biao stood aside, slowly lit a cigarette, and looked at Lao Chen with complicated eyes. Lao Chen felt uneasy when he was stared at by him, and whispered: "Brother Biao, if you have nothing else to do, I will go to count the goods first."

"Count?" Ah Biao sneered, "Old Chen, you'd better pray that this matter has nothing to do with you, otherwise, I will make sure you can't catch a single fish in Xiwan."

Lao Chen swallowed his saliva, didn't dare to say anything, and returned to the cargo ship in disgrace. Ah Biao blew a smoke ring, turned to the bald man and said, "Go, keep an eye on Lao Chen and see who he contacts tonight."

"Yes." The bald man nodded and turned to make arrangements. Ah Biao stood at the dock, looking into the distance with a cold 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.

At the same time, in a tea restaurant in Tsim Sha Tsui, Lao Li just received a call from Xiao Ma, saying that there was indeed a problem with Aqiang's bank account. He had just received a transfer of 100,000 yuan last night. The source was an offshore account and no specific information could be found. Lao Li frowned, dialed A Biao's number, and whispered: "Brother Biao, there is some progress on Aqiang's matter. He received 100,000 yuan last night. I guess he took a bribe."

"One hundred thousand?" Ah Biao's voice came from the receiver, with a hint of anger, "Old Li, don't beat around the bush with me! Who gave the money? Have you found out?"

"Not yet." Lao Li said honestly, "The transfer was to an offshore account, and the source cannot be traced. But I guess it's probably related to Su Hanze. Ah Qiang has been close to the mine recently."

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

He took out another cell phone, dialed a number, and whispered, "Hey, Xiao Ma, continue to check Aqiang's account and see if you can find the source of the transfer."

"Brother Li, this will cost extra!" Xiao Ma laughed a little roguely on the other end of the phone, "Offshore accounts are not easy to check. We need to find someone to hack into the bank system."

"More money?" Old Li snorted, "After you finish this job, I'll give you three times the money. Stop talking nonsense and go!"

"Okay, okay, Brother Li, don't worry!" Xiao Ma hung up the phone and immediately contacted his informant. Lao Li leaned back in his chair, lit a cigarette, and stared at the smoke with complicated eyes. He cursed in a low voice: "This shit is getting more and more weird."

At Xiwan Wharf, the air was filled with the smell of seawater and diesel at night. Standing at the dock, his windbreaker rustling in the sea breeze, Jin Shao stared at the cargo ship in the distance with a gloomy look.

Zhang Hai just finished the call and leaned over to whisper, "Mr. Jin, Baishuishan has replied that Su Hanze is in the mine office tonight, which means he can only see you tomorrow morning."

"Tomorrow?" Young Master Jin sneered and spat, "The guy surnamed Su is clearly stalling for time! Zhang Hai, go and arrange some people to block him at the mine tonight. I want to see what tricks he can play!"

"Tonight?" Zhang Hai was stunned for a moment, then lowered his voice, "Mr. Jin, the mine has tight security, and the leader is Su Hanze's cousin Su Yongkang. If we rush over there rashly, I'm afraid we'll end up in trouble."

"Are you scared?" Young Master Jin glanced at him with a mocking tone, "Zhang Hai, I paid to support you, not for you to be a coward. Bring a few tough guys, get your guns ready, and we must find Su Hanze tonight!"

"Yes..." Zhang Hai gritted his teeth, took out his phone and started to contact people. Jin Shao turned his head to look at the other side of the dock. A Biao was still whispering something to the bald man, and his eyes occasionally glanced at Lao Chen's cargo ship. Jin Shao narrowed his eyes and cursed: "A Biao, this old fox, is not an easy person to deal with."

Not far away, Lao Chen had just returned to the cabin of the cargo ship, closed the door, leaned against the bulkhead, and let out a long breath. He took out his cell phone and saw the encrypted text message from Ah Liu. The corners of his mouth twitched and he cursed in a low voice: "Boss Su, you really know how to make trouble for me!" He hesitated, dialed a number, and lowered his voice very low: "Hello, Ah Liu, Young Master Jin and Ah Biao are both at the dock tonight, and they are making a big fuss. What do you have to say?"

"Confess?" Ah Liu laughed frivolously on the other end of the phone. "Old Chen, what are you afraid of? Hasn't the surveillance video been cleaned up? Even if Young Master Jin turns the dock upside down, he won't be able to find out that you did anything. Just insist that the transportation route was decided by Dongwan, and don't say anything else."

"That's easy to say!" Old Chen gritted his teeth. "A Biao's eyes looked like he wanted to eat me. I'm afraid he really found out something. My old bones can't stand it."

"What's there to be afraid of?" Ah Liu said impatiently, "Boss Su said that as long as you keep your mouth shut, he'll take care of everything that happens next. The more fiercely Young Master Jin and Ah Biao fight, the easier it will be for us to fish in troubled waters. Come on, stop talking nonsense, keep an eye on the dock, and tell me immediately if there's any movement!"

"Okay..." Lao Chen hung up the phone, lit a cigarette, and took a deep puff. The smoke spread in the small cabin, and he looked outside with a complicated look. The lights at the dock were dim, and the sea surface was shining coldly. He whispered to himself: "Damn, this muddy water makes me nervous."

At the same time, in a tea restaurant in Tsim Sha Tsui, Lao Li had just hung up the phone with Xiao Ma and was staring at the cold milk tea on the table with a frown. He lit a cigarette and blew out a smoke ring, still calculating the transfer of 100,000 yuan from Aqiang's account.

Offshore accounts, the source cannot be traced, this matter is full of weirdness. As he was thinking, his phone vibrated, and a new message popped up on the screen. It was sent by Xiao Ma: "Brother Li, there is new movement in Aqiang's account. Another 50,000 yuan came in this morning, and the source is still the offshore account."

Old Li narrowed his eyes and sent a message: "Keep digging. Money is not a problem if you find the source." Just as he finished sending the message, the door of the tea restaurant was pushed open and a man in a gray jacket walked in. He glanced around and walked straight to Old Li's table. Old Li looked up, his eyes stern, and asked in a low voice: "Akang, why are you here?"

Su Yongkang, Su Hanze's cousin and the head of the mine security, sat down opposite Lao Li, ordered a cup of lemon tea, and said casually, "Brother Li, I heard that you have been very busy recently, and investigated a lot of things?"

"Don't beat around the bush with me." Old Li flicked the ash from his cigarette, his eyes cold, "Just say it if you have something to say. Why are you looking for me?"

"It's nothing serious." Su Yongkang smiled and took a sip of the lemon tea that had just been brought to him. "I just heard from my cousin that you have been very close to Ah Biao recently and have investigated a lot of things in the mines. So I thought, come and talk to you to avoid misunderstandings."

(End of this chapter)