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

Chapter 318 The guy named Su is doing something behind the scenes!

"Misunderstanding?" Old Li sneered, "Akang, do you think I'm stupid? A hundred and fifty thousand dollars came into Aqiang's account last night and this morning, and the source is unknown. I'm afraid your cousin has given him a lot of benefits, right?"

"Don't say that." Su Yongkang's expression remained unchanged, and his tone was still relaxed. "Aqiang is just an errand boy, it's normal for him to get some extra money. Who doesn't have some gray income? Brother Li, don't you think so?"

"Extra money?" Old Li stared at him and exhaled a puff of cigarette. "Extra money of 150,000? A Kang, do you think I'm a three-year-old kid? Tell me, what is your cousin up to? Was he the one who planned the shipment?"

"Brother Li, you are wrongly accusing me." Su Yongkang spread his hands. "My cousin is more anxious than anyone else about the cargo. The order from Baishui Mountain is very clear. The transportation route is determined by Dongwan, and Lao Chen is responsible for loading the ship at the dock. If there is a problem in any link, you should ask Jin Shao or A Biao, don't keep staring at our mine."

"Don't play dumb with me!" Lao Li lowered his voice, with a hint of anger in his tone, "Aqiang had contact with people in a black van last night. The license plate was fake and we couldn't find out who it belonged to. How dare you say that this matter has nothing to do with your cousin?"

"A black van?" Su Yongkang was stunned for a moment, then laughed out loud, "Brother Li, your news is quite mysterious. Ah Qiang likes to brag, and he probably got drunk with some gangster and lied. If you really believed it, you would be fooled by him."

"Are you kidding me?" Old Li snorted and put out his cigarette. "Akang, you'd better pray that this has nothing to do with your cousin. Otherwise, A Biao is not someone you can easily mess with."

"A Biao?" Su Yongkang's eyes flashed, and his tone was still frivolous. "Brother Li, you have been with A Biao for so long, why do you still believe his lies? That guy is full of nonsense, and he is more ruthless than anyone else in cheating people. I have no objection to you investigating A Qiang, but don't forget that Young Master Jin and A Biao are the protagonists of the dock incident."

Old Li stared at Su Yongkang for a few seconds without saying anything, and took a sip of the milk tea. Su Yongkang smiled, stood up and patted his clothes: "Brother Li, I just came to remind you, don't investigate too deeply, it will hurt yourself. Let's go, I'll treat you to a drink another day."

Watching Su Yongkang leaving, Lao Li frowned and cursed in a low voice: "Damn, these people are more slippery than each other." He took out his mobile phone and sent a message to Xiao Ma: "Check Su Yongkang, the key is his actions in the mine, if there is anything unusual, tell me immediately."

At the same time, in the office of Baishuishan Mine, Su Hanze was standing in front of the window, overlooking the busy excavators in the mine.

In the night, the lights in the mine were dazzling, and the roar of the machines came through the glass, making people feel annoyed. The coffee in his hand had already gone cold, and the cup creaked when he squeezed it. Ah Liu pushed the door open and whispered, "Boss, there's a movement from Young Master Jin. He will go to the mine to confront you tonight."

"Confrontation?" Su Hanze sneered and turned around. "Young Master Jin is just here to vent his anger. Where's Ah Biao? What did he do at the dock tonight?"

"A Biao took his men to the dock and had an argument with Young Master Jin." Ah Liu grinned, "The two almost got into a fight, but luckily the dock manager stopped them. Now A Biao is staring at Old Chen, probably trying to pry something out of him."

"Old Chen?" Su Hanze narrowed his eyes and lit a cigarette. "He's very stubborn. Ah Biao can't pry anything out of him. But Young Master Jin is so quick. He must have heard some rumors."

"Rumor?" Ah Liu was stunned for a moment and asked in a low voice, "Boss, are you saying that someone leaked the secret?"

"Show the truth?" Su Hanze exhaled a puff of cigarette and said calmly, "This was all my plan from the beginning to the end. It's useless for anyone to show the truth. The more fiercely Young Master Jin and Ah Biao fight, the easier it will be for me to get out of this. Go and tell Lao Chen that Young Master Jin is coming tomorrow. Tell him to insist that the transportation route was decided by Dongwan. Don't say anything else."

"Yes." Ah Liu nodded and took out his phone to send a message to Lao Chen. Su Hanze leaned back in his leather chair and looked out the window with a cold look. The light from the mine made his face half bright and half dark, like a hunter hiding in the dark. He whispered to himself: "Mr. Jin, Ah Biao, you two fight, the harder the better."

As the night deepened, the quarrel at Xiwan Wharf gradually subsided. Young Master Jin took Zhang Hai and several bodyguards into the car, preparing to rush to Baishui Mountain overnight. In the car, Zhang Hai whispered, "Young Master Jin, the surveillance at the wharf has been checked, and no one moved the truck last night. In the video, the truck was loaded directly onto the ship as soon as it arrived at the wharf, and the boxes were not even opened."

"No one moved?" Young Master Jin frowned, his tone filled with anger, "What's up with the flour? The manifest clearly states that it is raw jadeite! Zhang Hai, don't f*cking tell me this manifest was signed by a ghost!"

"Mr. Jin, calm down." Zhang Hai hurriedly explained, "The cargo list was issued by Baishuishan, and it was signed by Su Hanze's people. The transportation route was decided by Dongwan, and Lao Chen is responsible for loading the ship at the dock. If there is a problem in any link, I'm afraid I have to go to the mine to find out."

"Ask clearly?" Young Master Jin sneered, "Su is obviously playing tricks on me! Let's block him tonight and see how long he can keep his mouth shut!" He paused and turned to look at Zhang Hai, "By the way, why did Ah Biao get involved in the dock business? What exactly does he want to do by detaining my goods?"

"A Biao..." Zhang Hai hesitated and whispered, "He got a cargo list tonight. Our Dongwan name was written on it. He said that the transportation route was also decided by us. I guess he wants to throw dirty water on you."

"Throwing dirty water?" Young Master Jin slapped his chair in anger. "Damn it, that old man A Biao is the same as Su! Zhang Hai, go check who A Biao has been close to recently, especially the one at the mine!"

"Yes." Zhang Hai nodded, took out his phone and started to contact the informant. Jin Shao leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes, and his mind was full of the scene at the dock tonight. Lao Chen's greasy face, A Biao's gloomy eyes, and the glaring words "Dongwan" on the cargo list. He cursed in a low voice: "This shit is getting more and more messy."

At the same time, on a small fishing boat near the dock, Ah Biao sat in the cabin, holding a bottle of beer in his hand, staring at the sea outside the window with a cold look. The bald man had just returned from the dock and reported in a low voice: "Brother Biao, Lao Chen didn't contact anyone tonight and didn't come out after returning to the cabin. The people at the dock said that he has been very close to Su Hanze recently, and he probably got some benefits."

"Su Hanze?" Ah Biao sneered and took a sip of beer. "Old Chen is a sly guy, his words are harder than anyone else's. Go, keep an eye on him and see who he meets tomorrow."

"Yes." The bald man nodded and turned to make arrangements. Ah Biao leaned back in his chair, lit a cigarette, and blew out a smoke ring. He knew that the game was completely messed up. The goods were just a trigger, and there was a bigger trick behind it. And that trick was probably related to Su Hanze.

At the same time, in an Internet cafe in Tsim Sha Tsui, Xiao Ma sat in front of a computer in the corner, his fingers rapidly tapping the keyboard. On the screen was a string of complex codes, he was trying to hack into Aqiang's bank account and dig out the source of the offshore transfer. The phone next to him vibrated, it was a message from Lao Li: "Check Su Yongkang, the key is his actions in the mine."

"Su Yongkang?" Xiao Ma frowned and cursed in a low voice, "Brother Li, you really know how to find work for me!" He rubbed his eyes, opened another window, and began to check Su Yongkang's information.

A bunch of information popped up on the screen. The mine security chief, Su Hanze's cousin, had been frequenting casinos in Tsim Sha Tsui recently. Xiao Ma grinned, "Interesting, this guy is still in a lot of gambling debts." He was about to continue digging when the door of the Internet cafe was pushed open and a man in a black sweatshirt walked in, walking straight towards Xiao Ma's seat. Xiao Ma looked up, his eyes stern, and whispered, "Who are you?"

"Don't be nervous." The man smiled and took off the hood of his sweatshirt, revealing a thin face. "My name is Ajie, and Boss Su asked me to come to you."

"Boss Su?" Xiao Ma narrowed his eyes and reached for the dagger under the table. "Su Hanze? Why did he look for me?"

"It's nothing serious." Ajie pulled a chair and sat down, speaking casually, "Boss Su heard that you've been investigating a lot of things recently, and was worried that you might get too deep into it and hurt yourself. He specifically asked me to remind you not to touch things you shouldn't touch."

"Shouldn't have touched it?" Xiao Ma sneered, holding the dagger in his hand tighter. "Ajie, go back and tell Su Hanze that his little affair can't be concealed for long. Aqiang's account received 150,000 last night and this morning, and the source is an offshore account. Do you dare to say that this has nothing to do with him?"

"Fifteen thousand?" Ajie was stunned for a moment, then laughed out loud, "Xiao Ma, you're really quick with this information. But what's the point of checking these? Aqiang is just a small character, running errands for a little money. Do you really think you can find out what's going on behind the scenes?"

"Nothing to dig?" Xiao Ma snorted. "Ajie, stop playing dumb with me. Su Hanze's tricks in the mine will be exposed sooner or later. If you are smart, persuade him to stop and not drag everyone down with him."

"Drag me into the water?" Ajie smiled, stood up and patted his clothes, "Xiao Ma, I've got your message, believe it or not. Boss Su said that if you insist on checking, he won't stop you, but the consequences... you can decide for yourself." He paused, turned and walked towards the door, saying, "By the way, be careful when checking things on this broken Internet cafe, don't let anyone hack into it."

Looking at Ajie's back as he left, Xiao Ma frowned and cursed in a low voice: "Damn, these people are more sinister than each other." He rubbed his eyes and continued to type on the keyboard, but he felt a little more uneasy in his mind. Su Hanze's movements became more and more violent, and he had no idea what was hidden behind it.

As the night deepened, the excavators at the Baishuishan Mine were still roaring. Su Hanze stood in front of the office window, holding an unlit cigarette in his hand, looking into the distance with cold eyes. He knew that tonight's dock was just the beginning. The anger of Jin Shao and A Biao had been ignited. Next, all it took was one more fuel to make the scene explode.

"A Liu." He turned his head and called in a low voice.

"Boss!" Ah Liu hurried over, bowing and nodding, "What can I do for you?"

"Go, contact Lao Chen and tell him that Young Master Jin is coming tomorrow. Ask him to direct the fire toward Ah Biao." Su Hanze lit a cigarette and exhaled a puff of smoke. "Also, keep an eye on Xiao Ma. That guy is investigating too deeply. We need to give him a warning."

"Yes!" Ah Liu nodded, took out his phone and started to make arrangements. Su Hanze leaned back in his leather chair, closed his eyes, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth. He knew that the game had been completely unfolded, and he was the one who truly controlled the chessboard.

At two o'clock in the morning, the streets of Tsim Sha Tsui had already gone quiet. Lao Li came out of the tea restaurant, wrapped his coat tightly, and walked towards the parking lot.

The night wind was freezing cold. He lit a cigarette and blew out a smoke ring. His mind was full of what happened tonight. Aqiang's account, Su Yongkang's warning, and the fragmentary clues that Xiao Ma had found, put together, like a puzzle with an unclear picture.

Just as he walked to the car, his phone vibrated. It was a message from Xiao Ma: "Brother Li, Su Yongkang has a problem. He recently owed 500,000 yuan in the casino. The creditor is a big boss in Kowloon. The transfer from Aqiang is probably the price Su Hanze paid for helping him pay off his debt."

Old Li frowned and sent a message back: "Continue to investigate, the focus is on Su Yongkang's creditors." Just as he finished sending the message, he heard footsteps behind him. He turned around suddenly, his hand reaching for the gun at his waist, but saw a familiar figure walking out of the darkness.

"Brother Li, it's so late, why are you still busy?" A Biao walked over slowly with a cigarette in his mouth, his eyes gloomy.

"Brother Biao?" Old Li let go of his gun and asked with a frown, "Why are you here?"

"Just passing by." Ah Biao smiled and exhaled a puff of cigarette. "I heard that you found something, so I came to ask you. Ah Qiang's account has 150,000 yuan in it, and the source is unknown. What do you think this has to do with the guy surnamed Su?"

Old Li stared at A Biao for a few seconds and whispered, "He's probably involved. Brother Biao, what have you found out about the dock?"

"The wharf?" Ah Biao sneered, "Young Master Jin and Old Chen argued all night, but they didn't find anything. The surveillance video is clean, and no one has moved the truck. I think it's probably the guy named Su who is behind this."

"Playing tricks?" Old Li narrowed his eyes, "Brother Biao, what are you going to do?"

"What should I do?" Ah Biao exhaled a puff of smoke and said in a cold tone, "The guy surnamed Su dared to play tricks under my nose. I will make him pay for it! Brother Li, you continue to check Ah Qiang. If you have any news, tell me as soon as possible."

"I understand." Old Li nodded, and looked at Ah Biao's back as he turned and left, and exhaled a puff of cigarette with complicated eyes. He knew that this scene had been completely messed up, and he himself was getting deeper and deeper into it.

At 3 a.m. in Tsim Sha Tsui, the streets were as deserted as an abandoned stage, with only a few street lights still stubbornly on. Lao Li stood in the parking lot, the cigarette butt burning between his fingers until only the last piece remained.

He stared at Ah Biao's receding back, frowned, and cursed in a low voice: "This old fox, his nose is sharper than a dog's." He took out his cell phone, dialed Xiao Ma's number, and lowered his voice: "Hey, Xiao Ma, have you found Su Yongkang's creditors? Don't bother me!"

"Brother Li, what's the hurry?" Xiao Ma's voice on the other end of the phone sounded a little sleepy, and there was a faint sound of keyboard tapping in the background. "I just dug up something. Su Yongkang owed 500,000 yuan, and the creditor was Feizai Rong from Kowloon, a ruthless guy who specializes in loan sharking. However, Feizai Rong has been close to a police officer named Zhou SIR recently, and he is probably taking protection money."

(End of this chapter)