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

Chapter 9 Kowloon City

Thirteenth Sister looked at Guan Zaisen coldly, then locked the account book on the table into the drawer and stood up.

“I can give you two hundred thousand, but I can tell you this is the last time!
From now on, I don't want to hear you and Liansheng come to trouble my brother for any reason. Do you understand?"

"learn!"

Guan Zaisen was overjoyed.

Now take the two hundred thousand back home, give one hundred thousand to Long Gen as a report, and then you can make an extra profit of one hundred thousand by reselling the difference.

But in an instant I felt a little regretful.

If he had known that Thirteenth Sister was so easy to talk to, he should have asked for more!

It's a pity, it's their fault for being so scattered as to be like Liansheng. They are a bunch of losers who are used to being poor and don't know that 100,000 is just a drop in the bucket for the plumbers in Potlan Street.

After Thirteenth Sister put the cash into the nylon bag that Guan Zaisen brought, Guan Zaisen thanked her and pressed his fingerprint on a handwritten receipt with ease.

Don't forget to give some instructions to Thirteenth Sister.

"Thirteenth sister, I guarantee that this matter will be settled.

But I don't recommend you to tell Sangze about this.

You should know Sangze's temper better than me. He's like a firecracker and explodes at the slightest touch.

If he knew that I was coming to ask you for money again, he might bring people to Sham Shui Po to cause trouble.

If the leaders of the two societies come forward, it will be difficult to resolve!"

Thirteenth Sister threw the nylon bag containing money in front of Guan Zaisen with an expressionless face.

He said, "I know how to do things, I don't need you to teach me!
I'd love to hear you visit my place next time.

If you come to ask for money again, I think you will understand what a Hongxing thug is! "

"Understood, thank you very much, thank you very much!"

Guan Zaisen carried the heavy nylon bag and waved goodbye to Thirteenth Sister with satisfaction.

After getting the money, Guan Zaisen did not return to Sham Shui Po immediately to hand over the money to Long Gen.

Instead, he hailed another taxi and headed towards Kowloon City.

After getting off the car near Boundary Street, Guan Zaisen ran into the walled city with the money in his hand, his face full of excitement.

Since becoming addicted to drugs, apart from taking in fans, the only thing that can stimulate Guan Zaisan's nerves is gambling.

This time he came to Kowloon City to buy peripheral horse racing at the black casino opened by a group of Yue Nanzai.

At the door of a Chinese medicine clinic called Liu's Dentist in Kowloon City, Guan Zaisan rushed in with his bag.

I walked into the back of the clinic, and at a dim staircase, I held onto the rusty railing and went up to the second floor.

There are only four simple rooms on the cold and damp second floor.

In the corridor, a Vietnamese man in a sweatshirt was flipping through a pornographic magazine.

When I heard someone coming up the stairs, I just looked up lazily.

After seeing Guan Zaisen, he calmly pointed to the next room which was full of noise.

He then lowered his head and continued to flip through the pornographic magazine in his hand.

Guan Zaisen knocked on the door carrying a nylon bag.

There was a 20-inch Hitachi color TV inside, and the live broadcast of today's Royal Hong Kong Horse Race was being broadcast on TV.

A group of people were excitedly gathered in the cramped room, each cheering for the horse they had chosen.

In the corner of the room, there is a three-foot wide wooden table.

A burly man with a flat head was holding a lottery ticket and watching the live horse racing with great interest.

Guan Zaisen glanced at a clock hanging on the yellow wall and began to feel annoyed.

Despite his haste, he still missed the first horse race in the morning.

"Brother Hao, did number eight perform well?"

"Number 8 is dead! The winner this time is Edward's number 5.

I told you to pay in single quantities, but you didn't believe me!
How about it, did you bring the money?"

The man sitting next to the square table glanced at Guan Zaisen, then picked up a cigarette and asked Guan Zaisen in a broken Cantonese.

Guan Zaisen's face immediately looked uglier than if his mother had died.

His eyes were wide open as he stared at the TV in the room, his annoyance was self-evident.

But even though he lost, he would never dare to deny the facts in Kowloon City.

Guan Zaisen had no choice but to walk over with the nylon bag, count out five bundles of banknotes from it, and place them on the wooden table.

The man counting the tickets was cautious and took a look at Guan Zaisen's nylon bag.

He took the money from Guan Zaisen and said with a smile, “In ten minutes, there will be a live broadcast of the Macau Jockey Club.

How about playing another game?"

Guan Zaisen hesitated for a while, but shook his head after a while.

"Brother Hao, please give me the land deed that I mortgaged. I'm not familiar with the horses in Haojiang, so I'd better not play today!"

"It's crazy that there are big guys like you who steal the deeds of the little guys to gamble.

Wait, I'll go down and get it for you."

After counting the money, Yue Nanzai had a look on his face that he had Guan Zaisen in his grasp. He handed the money to the thug next to him to keep. Finally, he whispered a few words in the ear of the henchman and went out to get the land deed for Guan Zaisen.

Ever since the Yue Nanzi named Ruan Hao left, several thugs who were watching the scene in the house have been staring at Guan Zaisen.

Guan Zaisen felt a little scared and subconsciously covered the nylon bag in his hand.

He was afraid that this group of Yue Nanzi would suddenly cause trouble and steal the rest of his money.

But when the thugs made eye contact with Guan Zaisen, they just grinned.

Occasionally they exchanged a few words in their native language, but Guan Zaisen couldn't understand what they were saying.

It took quite a while for Ruan Hao to be out.

Seeing that the TV channel has been switched to the live broadcast of the Macau Jockey Club, a group of gamblers are either swearing or preparing to place their next bet with great anticipation.

Guan Zaisen felt itchy after seeing this.

At the same time, a Yuenanzi ran up to Guanzaisen.

He greeted, "Brother Sen, do you want to play a game?
Your title deed is not here. Anyway, you have nothing to do, so just play around. There are still many games today."

Guan Zaisen was speechless. He glanced at the nylon bag in his hand and just shook his head.

The henchman who came over continued to persuade.

"Just for fun, we'll take it even if it's just a few hundred bucks.

You are not the banker, so you can’t lose much!”

"Okay! Then bet a thousand dollars!"

About four hours later, Guan Zaisen walked out of the clinic in a daze.

He didn't even get the title deed back.

At the same time, on the second floor, the leader of the Yuenan group, Ruan Hao, was comfortably holding a cigarette in his mouth, showing off to his younger brothers in his native language.

"I told you, you don't have to spend any effort on this kind of scumbag. Just let him sit here for ten minutes and he will hand the money over to you obediently.

But he is unlucky enough. He has not won any prizes in our place for nine consecutive times.

If I don't give him an IOU for 80,000 this time, I'm afraid he won't come next time!"

Not surprisingly, the 200,000 that Guan Zaisan had just earned from Bowl Lane was lost by him in just a few hours.

The 80,000 yuan that Su Hanze gave him yesterday was also owed by him here.

There are few people who lend money at high interest rates in Yue Nan Tsai in Kowloon City.

The money borrowed from here must be delivered to the casino within one day.

If he dares to refuse to pay back, Yue Nanzi will find a short dog and go out to collect the debt from him at night!
The thought that he would not be able to report to Long Gen and that his embezzlement would soon be exposed.

Guan Zaisen was so anxious that he jumped up and down.

Now he has so little money that he can't even afford the bus fare.

With only a few coins in his pocket, he prepared to walk to the vicinity of Kai Tak Airport in the south, make a pay phone, and ask his trusted henchman Jimmy to come and pick him up.

"Hello, Jimmy, I'm Ah Da.

Take a taxi and come pick me up in Kowloon City. It’s nothing. Just a little thing happened.”

After hanging up the phone, Guan Zaisen felt that he was too nervous and his drug addiction seemed to be coming back.

He slid down under the telephone booth and stared blankly at the airport not far away.

He didn't even know how to explain to his little brother Jimmy that he had stolen the title deed of a pirated DVD store in Sham Shui Po.

If I don't come to Kowloon City to pay back the 80,000 dollars before midnight, then this group of Yue Nanzi will have to find a short dog and go to Jimmy Zai to ask for the money!

To be fair, Jimmy can be considered as the younger brother that Guan Zaisen values ​​the most.

It’s simple, this younger brother takes the best care of him, the big brother.

He is also the most capable and profitable person among all the younger brothers he has.

Whenever he owed loan sharks to other societies, Jimmy would do his utmost to pay them off for him.

But Guan Zaisen was very clear about his younger brother's temper - that is, as long as they did not hinder his getting rich, Jimmy would be friendly to everyone.

If you block his path to wealth, this guy will become a vicious hungry wolf!
I have mortgaged his land deed in Kowloon City. If things go wrong, Jimmie Jimmie might turn against me and I will lose this long-term meal ticket.

After all, for a celebrity like Jimmy who is so good at making money, I'm afraid that all the gangs in Liansheng would try their best to recruit him.

He did something like stealing his younger brother's land deed to gamble, and it was destined that no one would stand on his side.

Just when Guan Zaisen was at a loss, there was a knocking sound from the glass cover on the other side of the telephone booth.

A familiar voice almost scared Guan Zaisen to death.

"Brother Sen, why did you come to Bowling Green Street without even saying hello to me?"

(End of this chapter)