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

Chapter 321 I want to see how big a wave he can make!

Fatty Rong leaned back in his chair and looked towards the corner of the casino with complicated eyes. There were a few familiar faces sitting there, all of them were local bosses in Kowloon, with some connections under their control. He narrowed his eyes and whispered to himself: "Su Hanze, if you want to play, I'll play with you. However, in this game, it's not certain who will scheme against whom."

At the same time, in a tea restaurant in Tsim Sha Tsui, Lao Li sat in a booth by the window with a cup of iced lemon tea in front of him. His phone screen was still fixed on the message Xiao Ma replied to: "SIR Zhou has been keeping a low profile recently. An informant from the Yau Ma Tei Police Station said that his deal with Fatty Rong is not as simple as it seems. The account book may be in Rong's hands. I'm still digging. I'll report back tonight if I have any news."

Old Li frowned, put his phone back in his pocket, picked up the lemon tea and took a sip. The tea restaurant was bustling with people, waiters were shuttling between the tables, and the air was filled with the aroma of fried eggs and barbecued pork. He cursed in a low voice: "Damn, Zhou Sir, this old ghost is as slippery as a loach. Fatty Rong is not an easy person to deal with either. If these two get together, there will be no good."

"Brother Li, what are you thinking about? You look so miserable." Xiao Ma, who was sitting opposite him, grinned and threw a newly bought newspaper on the table.

"Why are you so slow?" Old Li glared at him and lowered his voice, "How is the investigation into Mr. Zhou going? Don't tell me, this is all the information."

"Don't worry, Brother Li." Xiao Ma moved closer and lowered his voice. "The informant in Yau Ma Tei said last night that Zhou Sir had met with Fatty Rong several times recently, and the location was always in Kowloon. No one knows what they talked about. However, I heard that Brother Rong was discussing the account book with someone in the casino recently. It is probably related to Su Hanze's bill of lading."

"Su Hanze?" Old Li narrowed his eyes and tapped his fingers on the table. "That Su guy caused quite a stir at the mine, and Young Master Jin got humiliated last night. What does this have to do with Mr. Zhou?"

"It's hard to say." Xiao Ma shook his head and lit a cigarette. "However, Mr. Zhou's position in the police station is not low. He has been suppressing the matter of checking the cargo list in Yau Ma Tei. I guess he got some benefits from someone. As for Fatty Rong, the account book issue is probably the key. I'll go to Kowloon again tonight to see if I can get any information out of him."

"Be careful." Old Li said in a deep voice, "That old guy Feizai Rong is cunning, don't let him trick you. Also keep an eye on Su Hanze, the mine matter is not that simple, Young Master Jin will not let it go."

"I know, Brother Li." Xiao Ma nodded, put out his cigarette, stood up and patted his clothes, "I'll go get busy first. If you have any instructions, feel free to call me."

Old Li didn't say anything, looking out the window with a complicated look. The streets of Tsim Sha Tsui were still bustling with people passing by, as if nothing had happened. He whispered to himself, "This shit is getting more and more complicated, who the hell is clean?"

At the same time, in the office of Baishuishan Mine, Su Hanze stood in front of the window, holding a cigarette in his hand, staring coldly at the roaring excavator in the distance. He knew that Young Master Jin would definitely come again in the morning. The convoy was stopped last night, which was just a warning to Young Master Jin, but the boy's temper would probably not let him down. He exhaled a puff of smoke and turned to look at Ah Liu who had just entered the room.

"Has there been any reply from Old Chen?" Su Hanze asked with a hint of impatience in his tone.

"Yes." Ah Liu nodded and took out his phone to flip through it. "Old Chen said that he would do as you said and insist that the transportation route was decided by Dongwan and put the blame on Ah Biao. However, he also mentioned that Brother Biao's people were keeping a close eye on the dock and he was a little panicked."

"Flustered?" Su Hanze sneered. "Old Chen is a tough guy. Tell him that I will take care of the dock issue. Tell him not to make trouble for me. Young Master Jin is here today. Keep an eye on him and don't let Old Chen get caught."

"Yes." Ah Liu responded and lowered his head to reply. Su Hanze leaned back in his leather chair and looked at the document on the table with a gloomy look. It was a cargo list, which looked like a transportation record of the mine, but in fact it was hiding a bigger trick. He whispered to himself: "Mr. Jin, Ah Biao, you two fight, I want to see who loses patience first."

On the cargo ship at Xiwan Wharf, Lao Chen sat in the cabin, holding a newly lit cigarette in his hand, staring at the beer can on the table with complicated eyes. Ah Liu's text message was still on the screen, and the content had not changed, still asking him to stick to the transportation route. He snorted coldly, threw the phone on the table, and cursed in a low voice: "Su, you really know how to make trouble for me."

The hatch creaked open and Ah Ming walked in, holding a cup of freshly bought milk tea in his hand. He whispered, "Brother Chen, I took a look around the dock and Brother Biao's people are still there, but not as arrogant as last night. I guess they didn't find anything, so they've restrained themselves for the time being."

"Constrain yourself?" Old Chen sneered. "A Biao, that old fox, is pretending to be restrained, but he is really harboring evil intentions. Ah Ming, go to the dock and keep an eye on it. Tell me immediately if there is any movement. Su Hanze asked me to put the blame on A Biao, but I have to save myself first."

"Okay, Brother Chen." Ah Ming nodded, paused, and then whispered, "But, Brother Chen, Mr. Jin and Ah Biao had such a fierce quarrel at the dock last night. Do you think this will drag us into it as well?"

"Drag it in?" Old Chen glared at him and slammed the table. "Ah Ming, can you stop being such a pessimist? The cargo list was issued by Baishuishan, and the route was set by Dongwan. We are just loaders, it's none of our business! Go to work, don't talk nonsense here!"

"Yes, yes..." Ah Ming nodded quickly and walked away dejectedly. Lao Chen leaned back in his chair, exhaled a puff of smoke, and his eyes showed an undisguised irritation. He whispered to himself: "Damn, this muddy water makes me nervous."

At nine o'clock in the morning, in a private club in Dongwan, Young Master Jin sat on a mahogany sofa, holding a glass of whiskey in his hand, staring gloomily at Zhang Hai who had just entered the room. The air in the club smelled of sandalwood, and the calligraphy and paintings on the wall exuded the charm of old Hong Kong. He took a sip of wine and asked in a low voice: "Have you contacted the person?"

"Okay, Master Jin." Zhang Hai nodded and said carefully, "Twenty brothers, gather outside the mine at one o'clock in the afternoon. I have arranged everything in Dongwan, so nothing will go wrong."

"Are twenty people enough?" Young Master Jin narrowed his eyes, his tone a little angry, "That bastard Su Hanze dared to stop my car last night. Today I have to let him know that Dongwan is not a place where he can run wild."

"That's enough, Master Jin." Zhang Hai said quickly, "We've added more security personnel to the mine, but they're just guerrillas. If a fight really breaks out, our people are enough to take care of them. However, Master Jin, the Yau Ma Tei Police Station has been investigating closely recently, and as for Mr. Zhou—"

"Mr. Zhou?" Young Master Jin interrupted him and sneered, "That cop took Fatty Rong's money, and he still dares to meddle in my affairs? Zhang Hai, go and find out who Mr. Zhou is close to recently, especially what's going on with Fatty Rong."

"Yes." Zhang Hai nodded and took out his phone to contact someone. Jin Shao leaned back on the sofa, lit a cigarette, and exhaled a puff of smoke. He cursed in a low voice: "Su, I'm not done with you for this."

In the underground casino in Kowloon, Fatty Rong had just finished playing cards and was sitting on the sofa in the corner, holding a glass of whiskey in his hand, staring at his phone with a gloomy look. After Ajie left, he asked someone to keep an eye on the guy, and the news just came back: After Ajie left the casino, he went straight to the Baishuishan Mine, most likely to meet Su Hanze.

"Damn, the Su guy really knows how to have fun." Fatty Rong sneered, put the wine glass on the table, and waved to his henchman Xiao Hei, "Xiao Hei, what did you find out? Why did Ajie go to the mine?" "Brother Rong, Ajie went to the mine, probably to pass on a message to Su Hanze." Xiao Hei whispered, "My people followed him outside the mine, but didn't dare to get too close, but it seems that Ajie met Su Hanze's henchman A Liu, and left after a few words."

"Ah Liu?" Fatty Rong narrowed his eyes and tapped his fingers on the table. "This old man Su Hanze has a long hand. Regarding the account book, he wants me to help spread false information. He even dares to threaten me? Xiao Hei, go and find a few tight-lipped brothers to spread the word that there is something fishy about Su Hanze's manifest and that Young Master Jin and Ah Biao are keeping an eye on him."

"Spread the wind?" Xiao Hei was stunned for a moment, and asked in a low voice, "Brother Rong, isn't this helping Su Hanze? Didn't you say that you don't want to be his gun user?"

"Help?" Fatty Rong snorted. "Xiao Hei, are you fucking crazy? Su Hanze wants me to spread fake news, but I won't follow his tactics. The more fiercely Young Master Jin and Ah Biao fight, the more Su Hanze will be trapped. When the time comes, I will slowly settle the account book with him."

"Understood, Brother Rong." Xiao Hei nodded and turned to make arrangements. Fatty Rong leaned back on the sofa, lit a cigarette, and exhaled a puff of smoke. The lights in the casino were dim, and the gamblers' laughter and scolding came one after another. He whispered to himself: "Su Hanze, if you want to play, I'll play with you. However, it's not certain who will have the last laugh in this game."

In a tea restaurant in Tsim Sha Tsui, Lao Li just hung up the phone with Xiao Ma and looked out the window with complicated eyes. The flow of people on the street was still endless, and the billboards on the roadside were flashing colorful lights. He took a sip of iced lemon tea and cursed in a low voice: "Damn, Zhou Sir, Fatty Rong, Su Hanze, these people, none of them are easy to deal with."

The door of the tea restaurant was pushed open, and a man in a gray jacket walked in, heading straight for Lao Li's booth. That was Ah Hui, Lao Li's informant at the Yau Ma Tei Police Station, who had some connections. After Ah Hui sat down, he ordered a cup of Yuanyang and whispered, "Brother Li, I found out something about Mr. Zhou."

"Speak." Lao Li put down the cup and his eyes darkened.

"Mr. Zhou has been close to Fatty Rong recently." Ah Hui lowered his voice. "Mr. Zhou has been to the casino in Kowloon twice. On the surface, he was checking the place out, but in fact, he was discussing things with Brother Rong in private. I heard that the account book in Fatty Rong's hand not only has Su Hanze's cargo list, but also evidence of Mr. Zhou accepting bribes."

"Evidence?" Old Li narrowed his eyes and tapped his fingers on the table. "Ah Hui, is this reliable? That old devil Zhou SIR is as slippery as a loach. Will he let Fatty Rong catch him?"

"It's hard to say." Ah Hui shook his head and took a sip of Yuanyang. "But people in the casino said that Brother Rong has been in a bad mood recently. I guess he's a little panicked about the account book. Su Hanze seems to be putting pressure on him, forcing him to hand over the account book."

"Su Hanze?" Old Li sneered. "The guy surnamed Su caused quite a stir at the mine, and Young Master Jin got humiliated last night. What does this have to do with Mr. Zhou?"

"It's hard to say." Ah Hui whispered, "However, Mr. Zhou has been suppressing the matter of the Yau Ma Tei Police Station's recent investigation of the cargo list. I guess he got some bribes from someone. As for Fatty Rong, the account book issue is probably the key. I'll go to the casino again tonight and see if I can get any information out of him."

"I know, Brother Li." Ah Hui nodded, finished his drink and stood up, "I'll go get busy first, if you have any instructions, feel free to call me."

In the office of Baishuishan Mine, Su Hanze had just hung up the phone with Ah Liu, his face was so gloomy that it looked like water was about to drip. Jin Shao's men had already begun to gather outside the mine, and they would probably arrive on time at 1 pm. He lit a cigarette, exhaled a puff of smoke, and turned to look at Ah Liu standing next to him.

"Is the news from Old Chen stable?" Su Hanze asked with a hint of impatience in his tone.

"It's settled." Ah Liu nodded and took out his cell phone to flip through it. "Old Chen said that he would do as you said and insist that the transportation route was decided by Dongwan and put the blame on Ah Biao. However, he also mentioned that Brother Biao's people were keeping a close eye on the dock and he was a little panicked."

At one o'clock in the afternoon, the dust was flying in the open space outside the Baishuishan Mine. More than twenty brothers from Dongwan had gathered, all with fierce eyes and weapons in their hands. Jin Shao stood next to a black car, holding a cigarette in his hand, staring at the entrance of the mine with gloomy eyes. Zhang Hai stood next to him and whispered, "Jin Shao, everyone is here, you can go in anytime."

"Wait a minute." Young Master Jin exhaled a puff of smoke and narrowed his eyes. "That bastard Su Hanze dared to stop my car last night. Today I have to let him know who is the boss of East Bay. Zhang Hai, go and call a few people to make some trouble at the gate of the mine first. Don't really do anything. Try to find out their bottom line."

"Explore the bottom?" Zhang Hai was stunned for a moment, and whispered, "Mr. Jin, the mine security has added more people, and Su Yongkang is leading the team personally. It may be difficult to deal with them. Isn't it safer for us to rush in directly?"

"Stable?" Young Master Jin sneered, "Zhang Hai, are you fucking crazy? Su Hanze dared to play dirty tricks on me, I have to see how capable he is first. Go, do as I say, and stop talking nonsense!"

"Yes." Zhang Hai gritted his teeth, waved to the brothers beside him, and whispered a few words. The men nodded and walked towards the entrance of the mine with their weapons.

Young Master Jin leaned against the car, lit a new cigarette, and stared at the excavator in the distance with cold eyes. He whispered to himself: "Su, if I don't make you spit some blood today, my fucking surname is not Jin."

In the mine office, Su Hanze stood in front of the window, holding a cigarette in his hand, staring at the movement outside the window with cold eyes. Jin Shao's people have arrived, and the security at the mine entrance has begun to be on alert. He exhaled a puff of smoke and turned to look at Ah Liu next to him.

"How many people did Young Master Jin bring?" Su Hanze asked, his tone as calm as if he was talking about the weather.

"More than 20." Ah Liu whispered, "The brothers from Dongwan all brought weapons. It looks like Young Master Jin is serious."

"Are you serious?" Su Hanze sneered, "Then let him come. Ah Liu, go and tell Su Yongkang that the security guards at the door should not take it seriously and delay it for now. If Young Master Jin wants to make a scene, let him make a scene. I want to see how big a fuss he can make."

(End of this chapter)