Hong Kong General: Rebirth of Rage, Rising from Prison

Chapter 74: Fierce Ghost: I abide by the rules of the underworld the most!

In the dark basement, Wang Kun's other phone rang again.

After picking up the phone, he yelled as if to vent his anger: "I don't have any rock candy for sale, f**k!"

Wang Kun's two younger brothers, Maoyan and Huamian, huddled aside, looking at Wang Kun who was almost driven crazy by the phone call, and dared not breathe.

"Brother, drink two more cups of herbal tea to relieve your heat. Don't be so angry."

Wang Kun was about to hang up the phone when a plastic Hong Kong dialect with a Vietnamese accent came over the phone.

The person who called was the boss of the Vietnamese gang, Changmao.

Changmao has cooperated with him in business many times, and he is a VVIP client.

His attitude immediately changed 180 degrees: "Brother Changmao, how are you doing? Are you doing well recently? Do you want some more goods?"

"Brother Kun, we still have the goods from last time!"

"Now the whole of Hong Kong is saying that there is a kind of 'rock sugar' that is cheaper than white flour and more flavorful. Most importantly, you won't get caught by the police. My thugs who sell the goods are itching to get a taste of this 'rock sugar'!"

"Everyone is very excited. If we can get the supply, we will definitely make a lot of money!"

"You are the only one in Hong Kong who is so wild. I want to ask you, can you get the goods?"

"The price is negotiable!"

Wang Kun got a headache when he heard the word "rock sugar". He laughed with his rotten teeth showing: "Damn it, what are you doing? What is rock sugar? I have never seen it before. How can I get it?! You are using your balls to get it!"

"I'm interested in making white flour, but not in making rock sugar!"

"Brother Kun, the 'Bingtang' craze is so strong right now, the whole of Hong Kong is jealous, and you tell me you are not interested?"

"Humph, this is not your style."

On the other end of the phone, Changmao obviously didn't believe it. He continued, "I know you have a few clues. As long as you want, there is nothing you can't get."

"When doing business, you have to be the first to try something new. Only then can you make money!"

"This opportunity is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Don't miss it."

Wang Kun pricked up his ears and listened, his expression gradually changing from annoyance to excitement. What Changmao said made sense.

His phone was flooded with calls, which shows that there is demand, and where there is demand, there is a market.

Moreover, this market is quite large.

If the supply of "rock sugar" is controlled, the entire underground market in Hong Kong Island will be reshuffled.

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that there was a way to do it, so he said, "Okay, Brother Changmao, wait for me to believe it."

Changmao immediately showed a satisfied smile on his face and said, "Okay, brother, just go find the goods. I'll take as many as you have."

"As long as the goods are good, price is not a problem. Let's get rich together and prosper!"

Wang Kun hung up the phone and immediately said to his younger brother, "Cat's Eye, help me make an appointment with Meng Gui. I want to meet him!"

"Yes, boss."

Cat's Eye nodded in agreement.

An hour later, Cha Kwo Ling, Lam Tin District, Kwun Tong, Kowloon.

This is the other side of Hong Kong Island besides Kowloon Walled City.

On a small hill, a number of tin sheds are densely built and arranged in an orderly manner, like a patch on the edge of the city.

The place where the fierce ghost lives is inside.

Meng Gui, whose real name is Au Wangui, is known as an expert on Hong Kong Island. He used to make a living by selling intelligence and acting as a middleman.

Later, he was framed by his enemies and went to Stanley for further studies for five years. After he came out, he directly occupied Cha Kwo Ling, recruited many Indians and mercenaries, and set up camp here.

Now, they not only sell intelligence, but also get white flour and have close contacts with the armed elements in Southeast Asia.

As soon as Wang Kun's car stopped by the roadside in Chaguoling, a group of mercenaries and Ah San immediately stared at him with eager eyes.

If the person who comes has bad intentions, they will rush over and deal with him on the spot.

"What are you looking at? I made an appointment with your boss, the ghost. I'm Wang Kun!"

Wang Kun was wearing a colorful leather suit and a big gold chain around his neck. He walked with his younger brother in a swaggering manner. "I heard the voice, it must be the noble man, Brother Kun, you've made a fortune, the gold chain is thicker than your thumb, this must be worth millions, right?"

A fierce ghost wearing a leather jacket and with a sturdy build, who looked like a middle-aged version of Master Duan Shuiliu, walked out with a smile.

"Well, don't say I won't take you with me when I get rich. I'm here to bring you good fortune."

Wang Kun slapped the bag in his hand. It was bulging and it was obvious that it contained a lot of money.

"Let's talk upstairs!"

The fierce ghost's smile widened. He walked through the winding narrow passage, brought Wang Kun and his two men to a three-story wooden house, and went straight to the second floor.

Several people walked on the wooden floor, which made a creaking sound. The interior of the wooden house was dim, with only a black sofa and a wooden table simply placed inside.

"Damn it, you bastard, I really admire you. You make so much money, but you live in a pig pen with a bunch of curry-smelling assholes around you. How can you tolerate that?"

Wang Kun sat down with a look of disgust.

"The land and water nurture the people. Chaguoling is a good place for us. We make money. We care about feng shui, not ostentation."

Menggui sat down, threw a cigarette to Wang Kun, and got straight to the point: "Tell me, what's the matter? I need you to come to Chaguoling in person."

"The 'rock sugar' trend is very popular in Hong Kong Island recently. I know you must have some information. I want to ask you to be the middleman and help me make the connection. How much would it cost?"

Wang Kun lit a cigarette and asked straight to the point.

"I have information about the seller of 'rock candy'."

"However, recently many people have come to me to ask if they want to do business with them, but..."

The ghost spat out the cigarette in his mouth and said he would keep half.

"Don't be so mysterious to me. It's just a matter of money. One million for helping me make the connection. If we can negotiate exclusive supply, I'll pay you another million."

When Wang Kun heard that the fierce ghost had a channel, he waved his hand and said generously.

"It's easy for me to talk, we all have a good relationship with each other."

When Meng Gui heard that there was two million, his expression brightened with joy. After a moment of hesitation, he said with difficulty, "It's mainly the seller's side that's hard to deal with. They've already said that the minimum order is ten million."

After hearing this, Wang Kun hesitated.

To be honest, if he was asked to come up with 10 million to buy flour, he wouldn't even blink an eye.

He had never even seen something like 'rock sugar' before, and he was asked to buy 10 million worth of it at once, which made him hesitate.

"Brother Kun, the 'rock sugar' business is profitable, and many people are asking about it, but there are not many people like you who have the ability to come up with money to do the business."

The fierce ghost observed Wang Kun's flickering eyes, first praised him, and then continued to persuade him:

"If I wasn't so tall, I would have wanted to get some 'rock sugar' to play with."

"The market is so booming now. As long as we can get the goods, they will be sold out in minutes. With the channels, there will be no problem in having a glorious life in the next life!"

"You know, this stuff is very scarce and hard to get. If you can come up with the money, don't miss the opportunity."

"I can help you make some connections."

The fierce ghost said slowly to Wang Kun with a serious look on his face.

He can earn one million just by selling the news, and another million if it succeeds. He will not let go of this fat sheep.

When Wang Kun heard what the ghost said, a hint of hesitation and struggle flashed across his face, his brows furrowed, and then he gritted his teeth, made up his mind, and slammed the one million on the table.

"Here is one million. I'll do the deal. I'll wait for your call."

The ghost looked at the one million in front of him, patted his chest and promised: "Don't worry, leave it to me, there is nothing I can't do!"

"It would be best if it could be done."

Wang Kun stood up and before leaving, he told the fierce ghost:
"A woman should not marry two husbands. Don't eat from two families. Otherwise, I will bring people to blow up your Chaguoling. Do you believe it?"

The ghost took the money and said with a smile: "Don't worry, I will only do this unique business with you!"

"I follow the rules of the underworld the most."

(The ghost, played by a professional villain, returns without any humanity, but it’s a shriveled version. If anyone has a plump version, please see the picture above!)

(End of this chapter)