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

Chapter 6 I didn't think of saying hello to Long Gen
Su Hanze dragged Guan Zaisen, who might lose control at any time, and stopped a taxi.

When the taxi driver saw Guan Zaisen's tears streaming down his face, he knew that he was a fellow Taoist who was possessed by drugs.

He didn't even bother to roll down the window. He sat in the driver's seat and waved at Su Hanze, indicating that he didn't want to take this business.

However, the driver couldn't resist the temptation of the three hundred-dollar bills that Su Hanze took out of his pocket. After a moment of hesitation, he parked the car and rolled down the window.

"Handsome boy, can he bear it?"

"I won't die. Shek Kip Mei Housing Estate. Thank you very much."

Su Hanze helped Guan Zaisen into the car, handed the three hundred yuan to the driver from the back seat, and stopped talking to the driver.

The driver was also very tactful. He knew that the guy sitting in the back and twitching all over was anxious to find a place to chase the dragon.

After Su Hanze closed the car door and reminded him to sit tight, he started the car and drove quickly towards Shixiawei.

These days, the average wage in Hong Kong is only over 2,000 dollars, so these 300 dollars are already enough for him to work for a full day.

Because Guan Zaisen was addicted to gambling, he had long since resold the Dingquan public housing estate he had inherited.

They had no choice but to rent a house in the old housing estate of Shek Kip Mei as a temporary place to stay.

Passing through a dirty and messy football field, Guan Zaisen quickly stepped into a tenement building, with Su Hanze following closely behind him.

Under a staircase, a thug came out stealthily, grabbed Guan Zaisen, took out a plastic bag from his pocket and handed it to Guan Zaisen.

After looking around, the thug did not forget to give instructions.

"Brother Sen, Brother Jimmy told me to tell you to eat less powder. If you keep eating like this, you will die!"

"I know, I know……"

Guan Zaisen took the bag tremblingly, tore it open in a hurry, and took a look.

Then someone nervously turned around and ran to Su Hanze, asking tremblingly.

"Sangze, is it hot? Lend it to me..."

The deliveryman stared at Su Hanze, then said nothing and quickly left the housing estate.

This thug is obviously a new recruit who doesn't know Su Hanze.

As soon as Su Hanze handed the fire to Guan Zaisen, Guan Zaisen snatched it away.

He squatted down and took out a piece of tinfoil from his pocket.

Pour the powder in the plastic bag onto the tin foil and light the lighter...

"Hiss—hiccup—"

After two cries that sounded like a dying bird, Guan Zaisen rolled his eyes and lay on the ground, the tin foil that had been burnt till brown was still tightly grasped in his hand.

Su Hanze only took one look and knew that Guan Zaisen was a useless person who was rotten to the core and there was no hope for him.

After a while, Guan Zaisen regained consciousness a little.

While he methodically put the remaining half packet of 'powder' into his pocket, he spread out his left palm to check the blister that had just been burned by the scalding tin foil.

He casually said to Su Hanze beside him: “Sangze, thank you very much.

By the way, when did you return to Hong Kong Island? Grandpa asked me to look for you. He seemed to have something to ask you. "

Su Hanze found a staircase, blew away the dust on it, sat on it, and lit a cigarette.

He said to Guanzai Sen: "Brother Sen, let's not talk about Grandpa's matter right now.

I was planning to look for you, and since you're here today, let's just talk some things out.

I plan to switch to Hung Hing!"

Guan Zaisen was slightly stunned, but soon smiled with relief.

"That's right. I almost forgot. Thirteenth sister is your eldest sister. Now that she is rich, there is no reason for you to continue to follow me in deep water."

Guan Zaisen knew this very well.

He knew that he was a bad guy now. If he had not been highly regarded by Long Gen in his early years, with his rotten look to the core, he should have obediently moved to a lower position.

Therefore, when Su Hanze proposed to switch jobs, Guan Zaisen agreed without thinking.

Guan Zaisen rubbed his itchy nose and stood up to sit next to Su Hanze. He continued, "But Sangze, you also know that everyone in the Liansheng Shenshuishe Hall works for Grandpa.

If he doesn't nod his head in agreement, I'm afraid even if I agree, it won't count."

"Don't worry about this. When I joined Hongxing, I didn't even think of saying hello to him!

Anyway, I've been out here since I was sixteen, and you're the boss of my sect. As long as you nod, it's in accordance with the rules!"

"But... Sangze, you're making it so difficult for me to do this. I can't explain to my uncle!"

Seeing Guan Zaisen's embarrassed look, Su Hanze couldn't help but sneer.

He stood up with some disgust. Guan Zaisen had been in the smoky casino for a whole day and the smell on his body was really bad.

Then he stood facing Guan Zaisen and made the shape of the number eight with his right palm.

"Brother Sen, eighty thousand yuan, I'll give you eighty thousand as a bonus!

You have received the money, and from now on, we owe each other nothing!"

Guan Zaisen swallowed his saliva.

There was no way a loser like him, who was addicted to drugs and gambling, would refuse 80,000 yuan.

Without much hesitation, Guan Zaisen was too lazy to ask any further questions.

He nodded immediately and said, "Okay, 80,000 yuan, I will go to Bolan Street to pick up your tea in person!"

"No need to go through so much trouble, just come back with me tonight to get the money.

Get the money and bear witness in front of my elder sister that He Liansheng and I owe each other nothing!"

When he heard that he could get 80,000 yuan that night, Guan Zaisen immediately felt itchy.

To the extent that even Long Gen’s previous instructions were thrown out of the window.

He immediately stood up and said, "What are you waiting for? There is a horse race tomorrow morning. If I win the money, I will definitely come to Bowl Lane to take care of your business!"

Bolan Street, Kimbala Nightclub.

This medium-sized nightclub was the one that Thirteenth Sister entrusted to Su Hanze to manage.

At this time, a conference room on the third floor of the nightclub seemed a bit noisy.

As soon as Su Hanze walked into this bright meeting room, he saw a rather funny scene.

A young man with a stern face, about 27 or 28 years old, was grabbing a woman's hair and slapping her in the face again and again.

Standing on the side were a bunch of young men who were watching the fun, and a group of nightclub girls who were silent as a mouse.

The man beat the woman and shouted at her at the same time. He looked scary, but he was very measured in his actions.

A slap on the face hurts, but it won't break a woman's face.

"Brother Jun, I was wrong, I was really wrong!"

The woman desperately covered her face and begged the man for mercy, but the man was obviously still angry.

He didn't care that the woman's hands were covering her face, and all the slaps fell.

"Hey, Gongzijun, what are you doing?!"

Su Hanze walked straight forward and grabbed the man. When the man heard Su Hanze's voice, he just stopped waving his right hand.

He turned around to look at Su Hanze, and his angry face immediately turned into a smile.

"Brother Ze, I'm sorry to have embarrassed you!"

Su Hanze looked at the woman kneeling on the ground, crying bitterly, and asked Gong Zijun in confusion.

“I just said hello to Brother Bing tonight and asked you to come to Potlan Street to help run the business.

Why do you hit a woman right away? Are you trying to show me your power?"

"You don't understand Brother Ze, this bitch deserves a beating!
If you, Brother Ze, knew why I hit her, I'm afraid you would hit her harder than I did!"

Gongzi Jun said as he took out a box of Lucky Strike from his pocket, took out a cigarette and handed it to Su Hanze.

(End of this chapter)