Hong Kong Island: From a small stall to a global supplier

Zhao Kehan ​​was somewhat restless throughout the entire day, which was noticed by everyone in the group, but they could only offer him a few words of comfort.

Everyone who had read the newspapers and was a police officer could tell at a glance that Wang Yuanzhi's death was suspicious; he had been silenced.

The question is, who silenced them, and what is the police's attitude?

Near the end of the workday, the Public Relations Department gave an interview to the public, outlining the details of Wang Yuanzhi's case: the police conducted a blood test on the driver, and the hospital issued a certificate stating that his blood alcohol content was severely excessive. Currently, there is no evidence to suggest that Wang Yuanzhi died from homicide. The driver was intoxicated and took the wrong route, which led to this tragedy.

The official wording is that the judge decides the specific punishment, and the police bear no responsibility.

Everyone could see the problems with Wang Yuanzhi, but no one in the anti-drug team spoke up about it, not even the frustrated members of Wang Yuanzhi's team.

After getting off work, Zhao Kehan ​​immediately showed the letter to the others, and everyone felt heavy-hearted.

"What does the person surnamed Wang mean?"

Who do you think did it?

"It couldn't be someone surnamed Wang. It was just a minor conflict, nothing serious enough to warrant murder. He's not crazy; it must be someone from above!"

"Fuck your mothers! They didn't say a word when they were taking the money, but now they're turning their backs on us. These sons of bitches are foreigners."

"How to do?"

No one spoke up. As long as they were still wearing the police uniform, their higher rank meant they could crush anyone.

But if you take off this skin...

Those gangs will take their lives first!

Where is the way out?
Nobody knew what was going on, and the atmosphere was very tense. In the end, all they could do was tell each other to be careful, not to drive, and to take public transportation home.

When Zhao Kehan ​​arrived near his home, he immediately spotted several men who were posing as they were lying in wait nearby. Judging from their clothes, they were Wang Yaotang's men.

"What the hell are you doing!" Zhao Kehan ​​rushed over in a few strides, grabbed one of the men by the collar, and roared.

"Let's see when you die," the security guard said with a chuckle.

"I'll kill you!" Zhao Kehan ​​threw a punch, but two people next to him grabbed his arms and pinned him against the wall.

"Police, heh heh heh heh, you bastard, how are you feeling now?" One of them slapped Zhao Kehan's face repeatedly. "Think it over and come find us. Get lost."

Zhao Kehan ​​stumbled as he was pushed, feeling utterly humiliated. Just a day ago, these gangsters would avoid him like the plague, but how did things change so drastically?
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"Jin Dingshan is 45 years old this year. His wife is 42 years old and works as a clerk in a company. They have three children, two daughters and one son. Two of them are in high school and one is in junior high school. They own an 800-square-foot house that was paid for in full. Their parents are still alive and in good health."

"I've been driving trucks for 20 years and have a stable income. However, I've had a chronic stomach problem due to poor diet. Recently, my stomach pain worsened, so I went to the hospital for a checkup. It turned out to be stomach cancer. The hospital said it's in the middle stage and I need to have surgery immediately. Surgery can only control it. The treatment will depend on whether it spreads and how well I recover. The treatment will be very expensive, and the medication will also be very costly."

"How do we get in touch?" Wang Yaotang asked, looking up after glancing at the documents.

Awei plopped down on the desk. "Now the gang controls eight vegetable and meat markets. This guy delivers vegetables to the markets every day."

"He agreed?" Wang Yaotang nodded. The gang's information channels at the grassroots level were really extensive. With the expansion of He Shengyi, nearly 10,000 people were eating around the gang. This kind of influence on the grassroots was something that official agencies, including the police, did not have at all.

“We showed him the newspapers from the last two days, with Wang Yuanzhi's case as an example, and we promised to cover his medical expenses, and he agreed immediately.” Awei sighed, “What could we do if he didn’t agree? In the current market, even if he sold his house, it wouldn’t be enough to cover his surgery and post-operative treatment costs.”

"As the breadwinner of the family, can his wife and children really just watch him die little by little without doing anything about it?!"

“I heard that the house has already been put up for sale, and the family is prepared to sell everything they own to pay for his medical treatment, but he doesn’t want to be a burden on his family, but he also doesn’t want to die like this.”

"Don't worry, he won't betray us. The Hong Kong government can't afford his medical expenses anyway," Ah Wei said with a smile. "Given his condition, he'll be released on medical parole immediately after sentencing. Lying in the hospital all day is more comfortable than working."

"Besides, even if you wanted to betray him, you wouldn't find him. It was someone below who made the contact. Afterwards, he'll be sent away for six months to lay low."

"Okay, let's do it!"

"Really?" Awei leaned over. "A senior superintendent, and a British guy at that."

"If the police can do it, why can't I? What's wrong with foreigners? Did they become invincible when they joined the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom?" Wang Yaotang pulled out a cigarette and lit it. "I've noticed this isn't the first or second time I've been bullied like this. Should good people be robbed?"

"Uh... Brother Yao, we're not exactly good people, are we?" Awei asked with a smile.

“I’m giving you a chance to rephrase your words,” Wang Yaotang said sternly.

"Didn't you say that being a good person is an insult?"

Wang Yaotang scratched his head. "I didn't have a choice before, but now I want to be a good person."

Awei reached out and touched Wang Yaotang's forehead.

"Boring." Wang Yaotang slapped the hand away. Nobody understood him. "Don't let the money go through our account. Let the vegetable market start a charity donation drive. It's anonymous, so we don't expect anything in return."

"Okay, I see."

……

With the malice of their superiors at home and the constant surveillance and harassment from Wang Yaotang's men, Zhao Kehan ​​and his men could no longer endure the torment in just two days.

That evening, Zhao Kehan ​​arrived discreetly at the Dynasty Nightclub as agreed. He was led to Wang Yaotang's private room on the second floor and was thoroughly searched at the door. A metal detector was used, and his metal belt buckle was pulled off before he was allowed to pass.

Standing in the center of the private room, Zhao Kehan ​​pulled up his pants, his emotions a mix of complex feelings. For so many years, they had always been the ones looking down on the gangsters, but suddenly the tables had turned, and he found himself speechless.

He lowered his head, trying to find a place to sit down, but was suddenly pushed by Sha Ze. "Did I tell you to sit down? How rude of you! Call someone!"

Taking a deep breath to suppress his frustration, Zhao Kehan ​​called out softly, "Brother Yao."

After looking him up and down for a moment, Wang Yaotang smiled and said, "This is the third time we've met, isn't it?"

"I still remember how spirited you were when you first came up under Wang Yuanzhi's leadership, and you swept my place right away."

"The second time we met was at the scene of the car accident, wasn't it?"

“No, it’s in the interrogation room,” Zhao Kehan ​​said.

"Oh, I was talking about that time you guys didn't have brains," Wang Yaotang nodded. "So, did your brains get eaten by dogs? I said the second time was at the car accident scene, didn't you hear me?"

Sha Ze raised his foot and kicked it.

Zhao Kehan ​​never expected to be beaten for this. He clutched his stomach and staggered a few steps. The blow to his stomach hurt him more than he felt. His face turned as red as a pig's liver.

Wang Yaotang chuckled, "The third time is now. You guys who've been drugged have very weak willpower. I thought you could at least hold out for a few more days." "Brother Yao, what exactly do you want us to do? Be your undercover agents in the police force?" Zhao Kehan ​​asked in a hoarse voice.

"You think you're worthy to cooperate with me!" Wang Yaotang sneered. "You can't even protect yourselves, what are you going to use as undercover agents? Each of you, come up with 300 million, and I'll send your entire families to Thailand."

"What? You, you, you..." Zhao Kehan ​​stared wide-eyed at Wang Yaotang in disbelief.

"how?"

"Too much!"

"No way, Pan-Poison? After all these years, he can't even come up with 300 million?" Wang Yaotang said in shock.

Zhao Kehan's face was grim. "Do you think money grows on trees? Don't you think we need to spend it? The higher-ups will take the lion's share, so how much will we actually get? Don't you think we need to make a living in Thailand?"

"Selling fish balls for so many years shouldn't be so bad as to not even earn 300 million. With brains like yours, all you can do is get involved in drug trafficking." Wang Yaotang sneered, "It's fucking ridiculous."

Zhao Kehan ​​felt a burning sensation on his face. He turned around abruptly, wondering how he had gotten involved in the first place. Now, he saw nothing left!
“You’re doomed in Hong Kong. Either you’ll die in an accident, or you’ll die during a drug bust. You understand what I mean, right? I’m sure you’ve done similar things before,” Wang Yaotang said with a smile.

Zhao Kehan ​​swallowed.

"Two million, not a penny less, or he'll just wait to die here. Send him out." Wang Yaotang waved his hand.

A little while later, Sha Ze came back and asked, "Brother Yao, why did you send them away?"

"Otherwise what? Killing a few clueless henchmen would be dirty." Looking at Sha Ze, Wang Yaotang said with a smile, "You've gotten too cocky, haven't you? A family worth 200 million, they had 12 people, oh wait, now there are only 10 left, and you're not even interested in 2000 million?"

He thought to himself, "They could find 10 terminally ill patients to try their luck; they're more useful than these people."

Sha Ze scratched his head. "So many? Hehe, of course I'd be interested. These poisonous insects are really rich. If we caught them all, we'd be rich!"

"That's a great idea. We can give it a try later. I'll leave it to you."

"No, I won't go." Sha Ze shook his head vigorously. "I'll just drive for Brother Yao."

Ali really wanted to improve, and he had indeed paved the way, but an accident happened. He ended up in jail for two years!

Nothing beats driving!

"You son of a bitch," Wang Yaotang cursed with a laugh, "A bunch of former police officers involved in the drug trafficking have run away, hahaha, the higher-ups in the Criminal Investigation Department should be worried."

It's funny to think about Wang Yaotang. I wonder if he'll gradually become like Mexico after the Thai economic crisis...

It supplies a large number of high-quality talents to Southeast Asian countries!

Three days later, six large ships carrying people sped westward across the sea and quickly left Hong Kong waters.

In Haojiang, Zhao Kehan ​​and the others shivered as they boarded the dock. The sea breeze in January was very cold, and it felt like their bones were about to freeze.

Of the 10 people, 2 who were not deeply involved and still had a sense of luck stayed behind to help with things like real estate, but the two of them also sent their family members onto the ship.

After verifying the number of people and their appearances, the younger brother used a walkie-talkie to notify them before saying, "Zhao Kehan, right? Come with me."

Zhao Kehan ​​glanced at the dozens of worried family members behind him, took a deep breath, and followed.

The younger brother walked to a car and opened the door. Zhao Kehan ​​was somewhat surprised to see that it was Wang Yaotang.

"Brother Yao." There were only two people in the car, and Zhao Kehan ​​knew that Wang Yaotang had something to say.

Wang Yaotang handed over a brown paper bag. "Here are all your Macau passports. Except for the photos, everything is genuine. They were made on-site by the Household Registration Department. There's a cruise to Bangkok the day after tomorrow, and the tickets are inside. Third-class tickets. Have a good trip."

"Thank you, Brother Yao." Zhao Kehan ​​quickly accepted the gift. "Is there anything else you need, Brother Yao?"

"What are your plans when you get to Thailand?" Wang Yaotang asked with a smile.

Zhao Kehan ​​hadn't expected to be asked this, and shook his head somewhat blankly, "I haven't had time to think about it yet."

"Continue selling drugs? Use your connections in the police force to continue delivering drugs?"

Zhao Kehan ​​blinked, not understanding what Wang Yaotang, who was rumored to never touch powder, meant, and didn't dare to reply.

"The simplest, yet most dangerous, business—you were ultimately released by me, and I don't recommend you choose this dead end," Wang Yaotang said in a low voice.

coming!

Zhao Kehan ​​knew that Wang Yaotang wouldn't release them for no reason; 200 million was hardly enough to sway him.

Wang Yaotang: No, you can!

"The anti-drug squad has been around for so many years, you must have heard of pirates, right?"

"Huh?" Zhao Kehan ​​never expected that the word 'pirate' would come out of Wang Yaotang's mouth.

You're a high-ranking member of the gang, what does that have to do with pirates?
Wang Yaotang took out a map and pointed to the part of Thailand that extends into the Malay Peninsula, saying, "To the west is the Aman Sea, guarding the western exit of Malacca, and to the east is the South China Sea, very close to the western exit of Malacca. Countless cargo ships come and go in Southeast Asia every day. You can easily rob one and make a profit of at least a million."

I'm talking about US dollars!

Inside the pitch-black car, Zhao Kehan ​​felt Wang Yaotang's eyes glowing green, causing his heart to pound uncontrollably.

"Now you can pirate anything. A bunch of fishermen who can't even speak a few words of English go out to rob people and sell ships worth over $500 million for a few hundred thousand dollars. Why? Because they have no brains, no experience, and no connections!"

"Pirates...aren't they dangerous? They have to face the navy!" Zhao Kehan ​​asked softly, barely managing to control his emotions.

"What navy? Go to the docks and ask the captains which country's navy controls the Strait of Malacca?" Wang Yaotang scoffed. "It's only 12 kilometers wide, and there are such huge interests involved. How are three countries going to divide it? Besides, do you even know what it means for one country's navy to enter another country's waters?"

"Invasion! Is war about to break out?!"

"Having robbed a Japanese ship, does Thailand really think it would allow Japanese troops to enforce the law in its own country?!"

Wang Yaotang reached out and tapped Zhao Kehan's head. "They're not from the same country, so how can you manage them? How did Britain rise to power? Through pirates. Spain, Portugal, and the Netherlands—who didn't rely on pirates to colonize Southeast Asia back then? They're impossible to catch."

"Here you go." Wang Yaotang took out a plastic bag and handed it over. "Go back and check the video."

Zhao Kehan ​​took it and subconsciously read it aloud in the dim light: "Professional Pirate: From Novice to Dust."

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