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

Chapter 328 Is there something wrong with Su Hanze’s goods?

"You're not leaving?" Old Chen sneered, threw away his cigarette butt, and stomped his foot twice. "Ah Ming, do you think this is a hotel? Brother Biao, that bastard, dares to go wild on my territory? Go, tell the brothers to bring all their weapons and surround the container. If they dare to move a finger, I will make the dock bleed tonight."

Ah Ming swallowed his saliva, nodded, turned around, took out his cell phone, and whispered to the phone: "Hello, Ah Qiang? Bring your weapons, add ten more brothers to the container, and block the road for me. If Brother Biao's men dare to move, beat them to death, don't be soft-hearted."

Old Chen squinted his eyes and stared at the direction of the container pile in the distance. The night wind made his hair messy. He took out his cell phone, flipped to Su Hanze's number, hesitated for two seconds, and finally dialed it. The phone rang three times, and Su Hanze's voice came lazily: "Hey, Brother Chen? It's the middle of the night, what's going on? Is the dock quiet?"

"Stop it?" Old Chen gritted his teeth, anger rising in his voice, "Boss Su, don't fucking play dumb with me! Brother Biao's people brought weapons tonight, hiding behind the containers, staring at the warehouse like dogs. You asked me to bite the East Bay manifest to death, and I did, but now this dock is like a fucking powder keg, ready to explode at any time! Are you going to give me the bottom line or not? Don't let me bear the brunt of the bomb alone!"

Su Hanze laughed, his voice a little teasing: "Brother Chen, why are you in such a hurry? Brother Biao's people are staring at you because they are guilty. It's true that I leaked the news about the account book, but don't worry, the goods in the warehouse are absolutely clean. If Brother Biao dares to touch you, he will be courting death."

"Clean?" Old Chen almost crushed his phone. "Boss Su, do you f*cking think I'm a three-year-old kid? The rumors about the account books are all over the place now, even Mr. Zhou's dirty accounts are involved! Brother Biao and Young Master Jin are involved, and I'm the first one to get hurt at the dock! If you still want me to be in the front, you have to tell me the truth, right?"

"Tell me the truth?" Su Hanze's voice was a little lower and a little gloomy. "Brother Chen, the truth is, no one has ever seen the true face of the account book. Fatty Rong wants to muddy the waters, Young Master Jin wants to swallow up the goods, Brother Biao wants to take advantage, and Mr. Zhou? Hey, he can't take care of himself. If you want to stay alive, stick to the route to East Bay and keep steady at the dock. Don't mess up your own situation."

Old Chen gritted his teeth, his face gloomy as if he wanted to eat someone: "Boss Su, are you asking me to be cannon fodder? Okay, I'll hold the dock, but don't forget, I'm not someone you can mess with. If Brother Biao's men dare to move tonight, I won't let any of them crawl back."

"Haha, good!" Su Hanze laughed a little arrogantly, "Brother Chen, this is your style. Go ahead and do your best at the dock. If Brother Biao's people dare to mess around, I guarantee they will be in big trouble. Don't worry about the account book. I'll take care of the news."

After the call ended, Lao Chen stared at the black screen of his phone, his knuckles turning white. He yelled at the henchman next to him, "What are you looking at? Go, keep an eye on the container. If anyone dares to slack off, I'll chop off his legs!"

In an underground casino in Kowloon, Fatty Rong had just finished a plate of roast goose rice and sat at the coffee table, holding a cigar in his hand, staring at the surveillance screen with gloomy eyes. On the screen, a few more of Jin Shao's men appeared on the street corner outside the casino, pretending to be passers-by, but their eyes were like hungry wolves, scanning around.

Xiao Hei stood nearby and whispered, "Brother Rong, Young Master Jin's people came again tonight, probably for the account book. The rumor has spread like wildfire in Yau Ma Tei, saying that the account book contains not only your cargo list, but also Brother Biao's shipping records, and even Mr. Zhou's dirty accounts."

"Mr. Zhou?" Fatty Rong narrowed his eyes and blew out a smoke ring. "Xiao Hei, you did a good job. Su Hanze wanted me to be a target, but I want to let these bastards bite harder. Go, spread some more rumors, saying that there are records of Young Master Jin's money laundering in the account book. To be more specific, say that several of Young Master Jin's shipments are related to the club in Dongwan and the informant in the police station."

"Young Master Jin?" Xiao Hei was stunned for a moment and swallowed his saliva. "Brother Rong, aren't you pushing Young Master Jin to death? Su Hanze will probably want to watch the fun again, and Brother Biao will probably explode as well."

"It'd be better if it explodes!" Fatty Rong glared at him and flicked the ash off his cigar. "Xiao Hei, are you fucking crazy? Su Hanze wants to watch a show, but I want to make this show a mess. That bastard Jin Shao, who dared to get involved with Brother Biao, will also get bitten. Go, spread the word, and don't fucking let me down."

"Yes." Xiao Hei nodded and turned to make arrangements. Feizai Rong leaned on the sofa, tapped his fingers on his cigar, and looked at the monitoring screen with gloomy eyes. He whispered to himself: "Su Hanze, Jin Shao, Biao Ge, Zhou SIR, Lao Chen, these bastards, no one can escape."

Zhang Hai stood nearby and whispered, "Young Master Jin, news just came from Kowloon that Fatty Rong has leaked again, saying that the account book contains not only your cargo list, but also your money laundering records. Specifically, it says that several of your cargo transactions are related to the club in Dongwan and the informant in the police station."

"Money laundering records?" Young Master Jin narrowed his eyes and shook the coffee cup in his hand. "Zhang Hai, that bastard Feizai Rong wants to torture me to death. Su Hanze talked to me about the account books last night and denied everything. Now Feizai Rong is dragging me into it again. Damn, do these people think I'm stupid?"

"Mr. Jin, we have to be careful about Brother Biao as well." Zhang Hai lowered his voice, "Over at the dock, Brother Biao's people almost had a fight with Lao Chen's people last night. I think they were going for the account book. Fatty Rong spread the word that Brother Biao's transportation records are also in the account book. Brother Biao must be anxious now."

"Brother Biao?" Young Master Jin sneered and took a sip of coffee. "Zhang Hai, go and find someone to pass a message to Brother Biao. Tell him about the account book. Fatty Rong is behind the scenes and wants him to be a cannon fodder. At the dock, tell his people not to just focus on Lao Chen, but to keep an eye on Su Hanze's goods. The informant at the police station, humph, I want to see who is stabbing me in the back."

In the office of Yau Ma Tei Police Station, Mr. Zhou just lit a cigarette and sat on the leather chair, his face gloomy as if water was about to drip. There was a new report on the table. The rumors about Fatty Rong were getting more and more serious. Now even the money laundering record of Mr. Jin was involved. It was said that it was related to the club in Dongwan and the informant of the police station.

Ah Hao pushed the door open and whispered, "Sir Zhou, news just came from Kowloon that Fatty Rong has leaked again, saying that the account books contain not only your dirty accounts, but also Mr. Jin's money laundering records. In Yau Ma Tei, someone has already sent an informant from the police station, and even the warehouse at the dock has been dragged into it." "Yes." Ah Hao responded and turned to make arrangements. Sir Zhou leaned back in the leather chair, looking at the report on the table with a gloomy look. He whispered to himself, "Fatty Rong, Su Hanze, Brother Biao, Mr. Jin, these bastards, no one can escape."

At a tea restaurant in Tsim Sha Tsui, Lao Li had just ordered a bowl of wonton noodles and was sitting in a booth by the window, holding a cup of iced lemon tea in his hand, looking out the window at the street scene with a complicated look. The number of people on the street gradually dwindled, and the vendors on the roadside began to pack up their stalls. He took out his cell phone, found Xiao Ma's number, and dialed it.

"Hey, Xiao Ma?" Old Li lowered his voice. "What new information do you have about the account book? Fatty Rong has even brought up Young Master Jin's money laundering record, saying it's related to the club in Dongwan and the informant in the police station. How deep is this matter?"

Xiao Ma's voice was still hoarse and a little tired. "Old Li, you really don't mind making a big deal. No one knows the truth about the account book. Fatty Rong is really ruthless in spreading rumors, even daring to bite Young Master Jin. But I just came back from Yau Ma Tei, and I heard some news that Mr. Zhou's people are hanging around the pier tonight, probably trying to find something to hold against Old Chen."

"Mr. Zhou?" Old Li frowned, squeezing the iced lemon tea cup in his hand. "Damn, the police station is involved? Is this account book real or fake? Xiao Ma, tell me the truth, what is your connection with Su Hanze? If this matter is delayed any longer, the dock will probably explode."

"Su Hanze?" Xiao Ma sneered, his voice revealing a bit of disdain. "Old Li, stop staring at me. Boss Su is hiding in Dongwan now. On the surface, he seems to be fine, but I heard that he met with Young Master Jin again last night. No one knows what they talked about. The account book issue is probably instigated by the two of them. As for me? Hey, I'm just a fucking errand boy. How dare I get involved so deeply?"

Old Li narrowed his eyes and put the iced lemon tea cup on the table with a slight "pop" sound. "Meet again? Doesn't that bastard Jin Shao look down on Su Hanze all the time? Why are they together now? Xiao Ma, don't play tricks on me. You must know something about this."

Old Li hung up the phone, his eyes darkened, and the ice cubes in the iced lemon tea clinked in the cup. He stared out the window. The night of Tsim Sha Tsui had already spread, the street lights were dim, and a few street vendors were still shouting to sell roast meat rice. The phone screen was still on, and Xiao Ma's number was like a hot potato, which made him feel a little uneasy. Jin Shao and Su Hanze met last night, and this matter was not simple no matter how you think about it. The rumor about the account book was all over the city, and Fatty Rong was like a shit stirrer, pushing everyone into the fire pit. Old Li rubbed his temples and lit a cigarette, and the smoke slowly dissipated above the booth.

"Boss, the noodles are ready!" The lady boss of the tea restaurant came over with a bowl of wonton noodles and smiled a bit flatteringly, "Mr. Li, why are you here so late tonight? Are you discussing business with someone again?"

Old Li waved his hand, not wanting to answer: "Don't ask nonsense, I'm just eating noodles." He lowered his head and picked a mouthful of noodles. The soup was so delicious that it made people squint, but his mind was not on eating at all. Jin Shao and Su Hanze met, and the place was probably the East Bay Club. That place was Jin Shao's nest. There were so many cameras like a beehive, so it was not easy to get caught. But Su Hanze was usually as slippery as a loach, why would he take the initiative to drill into Jin Shao's nest? Old Li took a bite of wonton, and his mind was turning quickly.

At the same time, in the VIP room of the Dongwan Club, Jin Shao had already changed a glass of whiskey, and the ice cubes were gently shaking in the glass. He leaned on the mahogany sofa, his eyes as cold as a knife. Zhang Hai stood beside him, looking down at his phone, as if he had just received some news.

"Mr. Jin, Brother Biao has replied." Zhang Hai handed over the phone and lowered his voice. "He said he would keep an eye on the matter at the dock, but he would not touch Su Hanze's goods for the time being. Brother Biao also said that he had heard the rumors spread by Feizai Rong, and if there are really records of his transportation in the account book, he will kill Feizai Rong first."

Young Master Jin took the phone, glanced at the screen, and sneered, "Kill Fatty Rong? Brother Biao, that bastard, talks big but he still has to think twice. He has been fighting with Old Chen at the dock for so many years. Do you really think I don't know about his little deeds?" He threw the phone back to Zhang Hai and took a sip of whiskey. "Zhang Hai, go and make arrangements. Have someone spread the word around the dock tonight. Let them say that there is something fishy about Su Hanze's goods and the police station's informant has already spotted them. Don't mention names directly. Be vague and let Brother Biao guess for himself."

Zhang Hai nodded, hesitated for a moment, and finally spoke: "Mr. Jin, over at the police station... Mr. Zhou has been very active recently. Someone in Yau Ma Tei saw his people wandering around the pier. If he really catches some evidence, will we--"

"Sir Zhou?" Young Master Jin interrupted him with a bit of disdain in his tone, "He's just a dog in the police station. How dare he touch me without the approval of the higher-ups? Zhang Hai, stop worrying about these things and do as I say. Su Hanze, that bastard, talked to me about the account book last night and acted like nothing happened. Today, Fatty Rong brought up my money laundering record again. Damn, this matter is not that simple." He paused, his eyes darkened, "Also, check the surveillance of the East Bay Club to see who Su Hanze brought with him when he came last night."

Zhang Hai responded and turned to leave the VIP room. Young Master Jin leaned on the sofa alone, tapping his fingers on the whiskey glass, his mind full of the scenes of last night. Su Hanze's face was smiling like a fox, and his words were full of probing. He completely denied the matter of the account book and vaguely mentioned that Feizai Rong had been close to people in Kowloon recently. Young Master Jin narrowed his eyes. Feizai Rong, this fat guy, usually looks like a smiling tiger, but dares to play such a big game behind the scenes?

In the Yau Ma Tei Police Station, Mr. Zhou's office was filled with smoke, and the ashtray was already filled with cigarette butts. Ah Hao had just returned from outside, holding a new intelligence in his hand, and his face was not looking good.

"Sir Zhou, there's news from the dock." Ah Hao handed over the intelligence and whispered, "Brother Biao's people almost fought with Lao Chen's people last night, probably to grab a batch of goods. But tonight someone at the dock leaked that there was something wrong with Su Hanze's goods, and the police station's informant has already been eyeing them."

Mr. Zhou took the intelligence, glanced at it, and frowned even more tightly: "Su Hanze's stuff? Damn, this rumor was spread too coincidentally." He lit a cigarette and took a deep puff, with smoke puffing out of his nose. "Ah Hao, tell me, is it Fatty Rong who is behind this? He was the one who spread the rumor about the account book, and now he's even dragged in Young Master Jin's money laundering records. He's an informant from the police station, huh, is he trying to drag us all into this?"

Ah Hao stood nearby and hesitated before speaking: "Sir Zhou, Feizai Rong looks smiling all the time, but he is actually very sinister behind the scenes. But I heard that Su Hanze met with Young Master Jin at the Dongwan Club last night, and no one knows what they talked about. Could it be that the two of them are teaming up and using the account book issue as a cover to squeeze Brother Biao and Lao Chen out?"

(End of this chapter)