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

Chapter 330: No one can take the account book for themselves

In the underground casino in Kowloon, the gambling tables were bustling with people, alcohol and smoke were intertwined, and the air was full of depression and restlessness. Feizai Rong sat on the sofa in the corner, his eyes fixed on a surveillance screen, holding a cigar in his hand, his expression calm and composed.

Xiao Hei came over and reported in a low voice: "Brother Rong, something is wrong tonight. Young Master Jin's people started to appear nearby. I heard that they were checking the account books."

"Check the account book?" Fatty Rong sneered, with a hint of sarcasm in his eyes, "These guys are really thieves. The account book is my bargaining chip. Do they think I will let them get it easily?"

Xiao Hei nodded: "Yes, Brother Rong, what should we do?"

Feizai Rong picked up the wine glass on the table and took a sip slowly. "Wait, wait for them to come to me one by one. Young Master Jin, Mr. Zhou, A Biao, each of them thinks they can control the situation, but in the end, who will survive, it is still unknown."

He put down his glass, walked to the window, and looked at the flashing neon lights outside. His eyes revealed an indescribable ruthlessness: "Spread some rumors and say that in addition to Young Master Jin's list of goods, the account book also involves some local matters. Let's see how they react."

After hearing this, Xiao Hei immediately picked up the phone and started making arrangements.

Yau Ma Tei Police Station, Mr. Zhou's office. Ah Hao walked in and whispered, "Mr. Zhou, there's news. The rumors about Fatty Rong Fang are getting louder and louder. People around are saying that the account book contains not only your dirty accounts, but also Mr. Jin's cargo list, and even mentioned Ah Biao's transportation records."

When Mr. Zhou heard this, his brows furrowed even more tightly. He tapped his fingers on the table and said in a low voice, "These people really think I'm afraid of them? Who do they think I am?"

"So what should we do next?" Ah Hao asked cautiously.

"Proceed as usual. Don't let them see that I'm panicking." Zhou Sir said coldly, "Ah Hao, go and find a chance to tip off Young Master Jin. Tell him that he wants to get something out of the account book, so he'd better be prepared."

Ah Hao nodded and left. Zhou Sir leaned back in his chair, thinking for a moment, and thinking about the next situation in his mind. "This game of chess has just begun."

In the VIP room of Dongwan Club, Mr. Jin sat on the sofa, playing with a glass of whiskey, his expression still gloomy.

Zhang Hai stood aside and reported in a low voice: "Mr. Jin, the news from Mr. Zhou has spread. There are more and more news about Fatty Rongfang. It is said that the account book contains not only Mr. Zhou's dirty accounts, but also your cargo list, and also involves Ah Biao."

Young Master Jin narrowed his eyes and shook the wine glass in his hand slightly: "This group of people is really enough. It seems that my bottom line is no longer important."

"Mr. Jin, what should we do next?" Zhang Hai asked.

Young Master Jin raised his lips slightly, "Keep pushing forward. I'm not afraid of the rumors about Fatty Rongfang. Go and confirm with me about Brother Biao's situation. Don't let him move rashly. We must remain silent until the last moment."

Zhang Hai nodded and prepared to go out.

"Wait a minute." Jin Shao suddenly stopped him, "Find an opportunity to talk to Zhou Sir and see if he has established a firm foothold. If you don't act now, when will you act?"

At the wharf in Kowloon, the lights next to the warehouse were dim. Lao Chen sat on a broken chair, holding a bottle of beer in his hand, looking tired. His henchman, Ming, came over and reported in a low voice: "Brother Chen, Brother Biao's men are here again, with weapons, hiding behind the container. The brothers are keeping a close eye on them, but they are also a little panicked."

"Hurry?" Old Chen sneered and exhaled a puff of smoke. "Damn it, Brother Biao dares to trouble me? I'll let him know what the rules are!"

Ah Ming reminded in a low voice: "However, the instructions from Boss Su are to stick to the route of Dongwan. There can be no changes."

Lao Chen grinned, "Bite them to death? I'll fucking bite them to death. Whoever dares to go back on his word will be made to regret it." He stood up and patted Ah Ming on the shoulder, "Go, call some people, surround the container area, if Brother Biao's men dare to move, I'll kill them."

Ah Ming nodded and left immediately. Lao Chen sat down again, picked up the bottle, and looked at the lights in the distance with complicated eyes.

At this time, the atmosphere in the underground casino in Kowloon was still tense, with gamblers shouting one after another. Fatty Rong had already begun to plan his next move. Xiao Hei came over and whispered, "Brother Rong, Young Master Jin's people were hanging around the casino again last night, obviously looking for an opportunity. What do you think, should we take action?"

"Action?" Feizai Rong sneered, "Let them wait a little longer. If Young Master Jin gets anxious, Mr. Zhou gets anxious, and Ah Biao gets anxious, their actions will be exposed."

He was silent for a moment, then slowly spoke again: "Spread the word and make the account book matter more complicated. Everyone is watching me. Give them some time and see who can't help it first."

Xiao Hei nodded and continued to make arrangements. Feizai Rong was still sitting on the sofa, with a cold look in his eyes. He knew that this game had just begun, and whoever made the first move would be doomed to fall into a deeper quagmire.

It was late at night, and the air in Kowloon was still filled with a sense of heat. The neon lights on both sides of the street flickered faintly. Su Hanze sat in his office at the Baishuishan Mine. The teacup in his hand had gone cold, but he did not move.

His eyes wandered over the documents and invoices on the table, and he was lost in thought from time to time. When Ah Liu entered the room, he saw the boss's uneasy eyes, and he couldn't help but feel nervous.

"Boss, is the situation at the dock stable?" Liu asked in a low voice.

Su Hanze still didn't look up, and replied in a low voice: "Stable? Stable as hell. Brother Biao and Young Master Jin's actions have become more and more frequent. I'm afraid Old Chen's bottom line can't hold up any longer."

Ah Liu hesitated for a moment, "So what should we do next? Should we continue as planned?"

"Of course." Su Hanze finally raised his head, a sharp light flashing in his eyes. "The route to East Bay cannot be changed. As for the rest, everyone should stay alert. Don't let Brother Biao and his gang catch any evidence against us."

"Yes." Ah Liu agreed and turned to leave. Just as he was about to leave, Su Hanze suddenly said, "Ah Liu, remember, if there is any movement from Lao Chen, notify me immediately."

Ah Liu nodded and left the office. Su Hanze still sat there, his eyes gloomy, muttering to himself: "This game is getting more and more complicated."

The night market on the streets of Kowloon was still bustling, but in stark contrast to the hustle and bustle, in an inconspicuous bar on the corner, Jin Shao was talking in a low voice with Zhang Hai. There was an unfinished glass of whiskey on the table, and Jin Shao had a complicated expression, as if he was thinking about something.

"Zhang Hai, the news about Fatty Rong is getting louder and louder. Now he is not only targeting us, but also starting to drag Brother Biao and Lao Chen into the conspiracy." Young Master Jin said in a deep voice.

Zhang Hai gently held the wine glass, as if he was weighing the weight of this information, "Mr. Jin, what should we do next? The current situation looks quite complicated." Mr. Jin's mouth curled up slightly, "Complicated? This is exactly the situation we want. If Fatty Rong dares to spread the news and touch us, then let him know that he is in trouble."

Zhang Hai hesitated. "But now he has exposed Mr. Zhou's dirty deeds. Should we consider saying hello to Mr. Zhou first?"

Young Master Jin's eyes turned cold. "Do you want to let Mr. Zhou know our plan? Isn't doing business just about playing a circle of truth and falsehood? If he wants to interfere, let him take the risk on his own."

He stood up and straightened his suit. "Go, find a chance to tell Fatty Rong that we won't touch the account book for now. But if he dares to mess around in East Bay, I'll make sure he doesn't lose a hair."

Zhang Hai nodded, "Yes, Mr. Jin, I'll arrange it right away."

On the other side, in the Yau Ma Tei Police Station, the lights in Mr. Zhou's office were still on. Ah Hao walked in with a somewhat nervous look, because he knew that Mr. Zhou was extremely sensitive to the recent situation.

"Sir Zhou, the latest news is here." Ah Hao's voice was a little low, "Fatty Rong has leaked again, saying that the account book not only contains the dirty accounts of you and Young Master Jin, but also involves Ah Biao's transportation records."

Mr. Zhou was silent for a moment, took a deep breath, and the cigarette in his hand was almost burned out. He lowered his voice and said, "Ah Hao, do you think that Feizai Rong is deliberately provoking me this time, or does he really have something on me?"

"He must have the confidence to do such a big thing." Ah Hao replied, "But I also think he is not that simple. We should send more people to keep an eye on Fatty Rong's casino and see what he can find out."

Mr. Zhou frowned slightly, picked up the phone on the table, and dialed a number. After the call was connected, he simply said: "Go, contact Mr. Jin immediately and tell him we have something to say. Since the account book matter involves A Biao, we must also be prepared to deal with it."

"Yes." Ah Hao agreed and turned to leave.

Mr. Zhou leaned back in his chair and looked out the window. Although it was a bustling city outside, his heart was still surging. "This game won't end so easily." He whispered to himself.

At the dock in Kowloon, Lao Chen was still sitting on an old chair next to the warehouse, his eyes tired but sharp. Ah Ming came over, looking nervous, "Brother Chen, Brother Biao's people have added some more people, with weapons, and are still wandering around the dock."

Lao Chen's eyes widened slightly. "Bring weapons? He dares?" He gritted his teeth, obviously a little angry. "Go, find me a few brothers, bring weapons, and keep a close eye on them. There can't be any mistakes at the dock."

Ah Ming nodded, "Yes, Brother Chen. But we cannot reveal the instructions from Boss Su."

"Exposed?" Old Chen sneered, "He's simple, he wants us to be in the front. Okay, I won't give up the East Bay cargo list, and let them do the rest."

He stood up and walked towards a row of goods in the warehouse. "I only take care of my own business. As for other things, it's up to everyone else." He suddenly stopped and turned to look at A Ming. "Tell Boss Su that if things get messy this time, it's best to be prepared."

Ah Ming's expression also turned serious, "I understand, Brother Chen."

Fatty Rong was still sitting in the underground casino in Kowloon, with a cigar in his hand and a glass of wine on the table in front of him. Xiao Hei came over and whispered, "Brother Rong, Young Master Jin's people are moving around again. I guess they are preparing for something big."

"Mr. Jin?" Fatty Rong sneered, "How dare these people move? Do they really think I will be scared by them?"

He put down his glass, stood up, walked to the window, and looked at the busy streets. "Go, continue to spread the word and tell them about the account book. Give them a chance if they come back tomorrow morning, but don't deal with it too quickly."

Xiao Hei's eyes lit up, "Brother Rong, do you mean to make them all move?"

"Move, of course." Fatty Rong raised a playful smile, "Each side thinks they are in control of the situation, but in the end, who will eat whom? We will see then."

He turned around and walked back to the sofa, continuing to sit down. "Keep staring at Young Master Jin. I want to see how far these guys can go."

In the Dongwan Club, Young Master Jin was sitting on a luxurious sofa, his whiskey glass empty. His eyes were still gloomy and his thoughts were complicated. Zhang Hai whispered beside him, "Young Master Jin, Fatty Rong's reaction was a bit extreme. I'm afraid he has noticed something."

Young Master Jin lowered his head, took a sip of wine, and slowly put down the glass. "Overreacting? If he dares to spread the news, I will let him know what real power is. Since he has used the account book as a bargaining chip, let him taste the feeling of being used."

Zhang Hai looked at Jin Shao's face and asked, "So, what are the next steps?"

"Keep observing, keep leaking information." Young Master Jin sneered, "Whoever reveals the truth first will die a more miserable death. Su Hanze, Fatty Rong, and Mr. Zhou, no one should be careless."

He stood up, walked to the window, and stared at the night view of the city outside. "These people think that I, Young Master Jin, am easy to bully, but they don't know that I am the one who is in control of the real situation."

As night fell, the hustle and bustle of Kowloon's streets gradually died down. Countless neon lights lit up every corner of the city, but behind this bustling city, undercurrents were surging.

Everyone was brewing their own plans and secretly accumulating strength. Feizai Rong sat in his office, his eyes deep, holding a cigar in his hand, taking a deep puff, sneering and looking out the window.

"Brother Rong, there's another move from Young Master Jin." Xiao Hei's voice came from the door, breaking the silence in the room.

"Master Jin?" Fatty Rong chuckled. "When will these people realize that they always do such a clumsy job. Tell Master Jin that we are not in a hurry about the account book, but if he really dares to do it, don't blame me for being rude."

Xiao Hei nodded, "Yes, Brother Rong. I will arrange it."

Feizai Rong threw away the cigar in his hand, his eyes became sharp. He was not afraid of Young Master Jin, and even expected this game to be more exciting. He said to Xiao Hei, "Keep spreading the word, tell Mr. Zhou and Young Master Jin that no one can take the account book for themselves."

"Boss, Mr. Zhou has received the news." Ah Liu quickly walked into Su Hanze's office with a hint of nervousness in his eyes.

Su Hanze was still sitting at the table, with no expression on his face. He just lowered his head and stared at a list of goods on the table, tapping the table lightly with his fingertips. After hearing Ah Liu's report, he slowly raised his head and smiled, "I am a little surprised that Mr. Zhou can react so quickly."

(End of this chapter)