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

(The Heavenly Way Alliance was founded in 1986 by local gang leaders to counter the mainland faction. It does not have an incense hall or worship the Five Ancestors. Membership only requires a brother's introduction and a membership fee. There is no fixed initiation ceremony. It implements a 'branch system', with power distributed among the branches, such as the 'Ji Gong Society' and the 'Sun Society'. It is modeled after the American Mafia Parliament. It has no lineage relationship with the Hongmen. The 'Hu Chang Men' is a Hongmen ritual. The 'Hu' refers to the White Tiger Pass among the Five Passes. 'Chang' in Hongmen slang is related to 'Ming' and has the meaning of 'prosperity and enlightenment'.)
(Taiwanese are divided into those registered in Taiwan and those registered outside Taiwan. Among them, those registered outside Taiwan are mostly branches of the Hongmen, with a total of 108 registered factions, which are all part of the Unification faction...)
(I replied to a few comments, but none of them went through...)
(Before the opening up, the main source of foreign exchange was exports, which accounted for 40% before the deterioration of relations with the Soviet Union. After the 60s, this figure plummeted to 10%. In the 60s and 70s, remittances from overseas Chinese accounted for 10-15% of foreign exchange income. Other sources of foreign exchange were mainly through the Canton Fair, with trading partners mainly being Southeast Asian Chinese and Hong Kong businessmen. During this period, there was a term called 'LT trade'. Later, it was Eastern Europe. After 72, Sino-Japanese trade normalized. After the normalization of relations with the United States in 73, it expanded to North America and Western Europe.)
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The grandest funeral ever held on Hong Kong Island was at MacPherson Stadium, attracting almost 9% of the attention from all sides of the island. Everyone who heard the news was talking about it.

There's a saying that death is the greatest tragedy. Regardless of what Tigu Dong did before, now that he's dead, there's no need to dwell on it. Didn't you see the police sent people to pay their respects?

Of course, paying attention to this shouldn't interfere with daily work. Around 10 a.m., a black armored car drove out of Standard Chartered Bank's headquarters and headed straight for the Cross-Harbour Tunnel.

"Boss, I've got it. The sign says it's a Standard Chartered Bank armored truck." On the second floor of a residential building in Ho Man Tin District, near the Hung Hom Cross-Harbour Tunnel and Chatham Road North interchange, someone quickly made a phone call.

In 1982, Hong Kong, as an Asian financial center and port hub, saw daily capital flows of around US$100 billion, with 101 foreign banks handling cross-border settlements.

In addition, the casinos in the neighboring city of Macau do not have an airport, so the only way to get there is to transit through Hong Kong Island.

Even if only a small portion of this was done in cash, the amount of cash flowing into Hong Kong Island every day was enormous. To ensure the circulation of cash, major banks would transport excess foreign exchange cash to the UK and the US by plane every few days.

The To Kwa Wan area in East Kowloon is mostly factories and doesn't have many large banks. In contrast, banks in Tseung Kwan O and Kwun Tong usually receive large sums of cash and then transport them to their headquarters on the main island in the evening using armored trucks.

Chatham Road North connects to the Kai Tak Tunnel. The cash-in-transit vehicles that appear here early in the morning, especially those from major banks, are 90% likely heading to the airport to deliver cash.

Banks are all large companies, especially the major banks, which suffer from serious corporate problems, making decisions very slowly. Wang Yaotang wanted to get involved in the bank security business, but relying solely on connections, he could at most open doors with a few smaller banks. However, a few smaller banks alone could not satisfy his appetite.

If we want major banks to voluntarily open this channel, we must make them feel the pain.

I had been pinning my hopes on the legendary "Hong Kong-Guangdong Cavalry" and "Big Circle Boys," but these guys really didn't live up to my expectations.

In 1982, a fire broke out at Joseph Lau's Emmeco fan factory. Yip Kai-foon was injured and dismissed. He joined a soft drink factory, but not long after, his elder brother was killed by the Sheng Yi Group. He was waiting for Sheng Yi Group to expand its recruitment, as he heard that there was training and high salaries.

Cheung Tze-keung was still hanging around in Yau Ma Tei. He was originally in the same gang, but during the 5000-dollar race night, when Ah Jai took over Yau Ma Tei, the boss was crippled. Later, during the expansion, he worked as a parking attendant under Ah Jai. During the day, he and a group of people committed petty theft and occasionally went to gambling dens to have some fun.

In Hong Kong right now, the amount involved in robberies is still hovering around one million Hong Kong dollars.

On March 9, 1981, four armed robbers broke into the Hang Seng Bank headquarters on Des Voeux Road Central in Central, threatened tellers with handguns, and stole approximately HK$1.2 million in cash.

81年11月20，劫匪骑摩托车连续抢劫尖沙咀5家中小金店，抢走黄金现金80万港币左右。

Wang Yaotang found it unbearable to watch, as it was completely inconsistent with Hong Kong Island's status as an international financial hub!
Ha, bah!
How can a bunch of insects develop a security business together!
Since no one else could stand up for the family and set an example for the ruthless gangsters, Wang Yaotang had no choice but to stab the major banks in the back himself!
During this period, while Hai Dazhao and his team were conducting sea trials, Bi Sina led another group to lie in wait in the To Kwa Wan area, gradually figuring out the pattern of the armored trucks going to the airport.

Today is the day to get things done.

“Okay, you stay silent.” On Demin Street, Bisina put down the phone and said loudly, “Let’s go, let’s move out.”

At a command, the two quickly got out of bed, put on their shoes within 3 seconds, grabbed the clothes hanging by the door, and rushed downstairs.

A somewhat dilapidated Ford was parked downstairs, but the doors were covered with black tint. Bissina got into the driver's seat, and the other two jumped into the back.

From receiving the call to starting the car, the whole process took about 20 seconds. Bisina stepped on the gas and the car sped off. The highway entrance was just over 100 meters away.

Bisina drove with one hand and took out a walkie-talkie with the other, "Calling Flying Fish, this is the passenger."

A few seconds later, a voice came from the walkie-talkie, "Flying Fish received."

"Flying Fish is in operation, awaiting passengers."

"Flying Fish received."

After the order was given, Ford weaved through traffic and quickly got onto the highway, heading straight for the armored truck ahead.

The two men behind him pulled a long, rectangular package from under the seat, took out two guns to check them, and then hung a magazine on their bodies.

These modified armored trucks, due to their heavy weight, all slowed down considerably. In addition, their speed decreased further as they approached the Kai Tak Tunnel, and they were quickly overtaken by Bissina's car.

"Get ready." Bissina pulled up her mask.

The other two also pulled up their masks at the same time, and the Ford quickly overtook the cash-out vehicle.

Inside the armored truck, a white man in a security uniform was driving with one hand, nodding and swaying to music on an English radio station, while another white security guard in the passenger seat next to him was flipping through an English horse racing book.

I drive this road often and I'm very familiar with it.

The driver shook his head, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw a Ford slowly pass by. Strangely, the Ford door suddenly opened, revealing a figure kneeling on the car carrying a Type 56 assault rifle.

"Huh?" The white security guard subconsciously looked at the gun. It looked like an AK, but why was the color different?
"Da da"

"Da da"

Aim the gun at the upper part of the driver's seat and fire a short burst, then lower the gun and aim at the middle for another short burst.

"FUCK... Pfft—" The white security guard spat a mouthful of blood onto the windshield, his body went limp and he fell towards the middle. He jerked the steering wheel, and the car veered off course and crashed into the side of the road.

"Brake!" Bisna shouted. The two grabbed the handles to steady themselves, then jumped out of the car. One of them stood in the middle of the road, gun pointed at the side, and fired, "Rat-a-tat-tat—"

Seeing this, the cars behind were so angry they wanted to slam on their brakes. The closest cars braked suddenly, and the cars behind either didn't see it or couldn't react in time, resulting in a series of rear-end collisions.

Another man jogged toward a cash-in-transit van that was parked on the side of the road, and swung his Type 56 assault rifle at the center of the van.

The gunfire left a straight line of gun holes in the middle of the carriage, with a distance of no more than 20 centimeters between them. Anyone inside who didn't lie down was doomed!

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, he fired a burst of bullets, quickly reloaded, strolled to the back of the car door, took out a small bag, hung it on the back door, and gently pulled it twice.

A 300-gram ammonium nitrate explosive charge.

I moved to the other side of the car, squatted down, and covered my ears. With a loud 'bang,' the car door opened wide.

The two men walked to the car door, squinted, and waved to disperse the smoke, revealing two overturned corpses inside. Inside the corpses were 12 standard silver-white briefcases, each 50cm x 35cm x 20cm, used by banks.

If all of it is filled with 100-yuan bills, labeled as containing 2 million, the weight would be 24 kilograms.

One person jumped into the car, picked up a briefcase and handed it to the person outside, then picked up another one for themselves. Bissina parked the car next to the armored truck, and the two took turns quickly transferring the briefcases from the car to the Ford. The 12 briefcases were full of cash, weighing about 300 kilograms, and the transfer took about 3 minutes. Then they jumped into the car, and Bissina stepped on the gas, and the Ford sped away.

Accelerate, turn the steering wheel, smash through the guardrail, enter the oncoming lane, drive for more than 200 meters, exit the highway and enter San Shan Road, heading straight for the Kowloon City Ferry Pier.

Two minutes later, Bisna drove into the roadside green belt, and when they reached the shore, the car door opened, and the two of them carried their suitcases and boarded a seemingly old fishing boat along a makeshift walkway built from the pontoons.

After getting out of the car, Bisina held a money box in each hand and glanced disdainfully at her two subordinates, "Little Dog!"

It's only a little over 100 pounds, isn't that enough to just pick it up and run?

The two men glanced at Bisina's arms, which were almost as thick as their calves, their lips twitched, and they obediently each picked up another box.

As Yao Ge once said, one must learn to let go.

With Bisina's help, things went faster this time. After everything was transported away, one person opened a gasoline can and poured it on the truck. With a "boom," the truck burst into flames. Amidst the towering flames, the fishing boat's engine roared and sped away, leaving long white waves in its wake.

After a few low shouts of celebration, Bisina was the first to recover. She yelled at the others to quickly pour out the money and throw the box into the sea. Wang Yaotang had specifically instructed that this kind of box was likely equipped with tracking devices.

The angle grinder, which had been prepared in advance, cut open the box of money, scattering it onto the deck of the ship's cabin. Soon, it piled up into a small mountain. The four men stood around the mountain of money, panting heavily, their minds filled with the smell of money.

After a long while, Bisna forced herself to look away, took a few deep breaths, and then shouted, "Sail the boat properly!"

Liu Fei ignored her and only reacted after being kicked by Bisina. He took a few steps back and steered, but his eyes remained fixed on Franklin Mountain.

"Alright, stop looking. According to the plan, you guys go to the north to hide for a while and come back when things calm down here. Don't worry about the money, Brother Yao said he won't change his mind," Bisina said in a slightly hoarse voice.

The cabin was very quiet, with only the 'beep beep beep' sound of the motor. We didn't go through Victoria Harbour. The Marine Police Headquarters is located at the Tsim Sha Tsui Pier. We headed straight east from Tai Miu Wan, where we had people arranged to meet us in Yantian.

As the boat passed Tseung Kwan O and entered the eastern waters, Bissina suddenly saw Ah Biao reach for his gun.

"boom!"

"Da da da"

……

Bissina and her group boarded a large plane and entered Tai Miao Wan from Victoria Harbour, only to be met by the Kowloon police.

Without a cell phone, and after Bisina and the others had already exited the highway when they received the emergency call, and there was another chain-reaction collision ahead, the police ended up walking to the scene.

The situation was quickly reported up the chain of command to police headquarters: the armored truck had been robbed and all four white security guards were dead.

At the police station, Han Yili was processing documents in his office when the door was suddenly pushed open, startling him.

Before he could even get angry, his secretary said in a panic, "Director, a major case has occurred!"

The first thing that came to Han Yili's mind was that something must have happened at the funeral organized by Wang Yaotang. With dozens of underworld forces from across Asia and more than 600 so-called underworld bosses gathered there, it was highly likely that something went wrong.

"How many people died?"

"Four are dead." The secretary was surprised that the director had already received the news.

Han Yili breathed a sigh of relief. Four, thankfully not too many. "Are they from Hong Kong or foreigners?"

"Uh..." The secretary paused, blinked, "She should be from Hong Kong, right?"

"What do you mean by 'should'? Is there a possibility of a larger-scale conflict?"

"No, there was a chain-reaction collision at the scene, but no one else was injured."

Han Yili raised his hand to look at his watch. It was a little past 10 o'clock. Wasn't it just starting? How come it ended so quickly?
A rear-end collision? Or did a conflict arise because they were arguing over who got to leave the house first?

They really are a bunch of sewer rats. They didn't even bother to have a conflict over such a trivial matter, and four people even died!

"Didn't Wang Yaotang guarantee that nothing would happen? What did he do? He has to give the police an explanation. Where are the officers who were on site? Did they immediately cordon off the area and control the situation?" Han Yili asked coldly.

"Huh?" The secretary had a strange expression. What did this have to do with Wang Yaotang?

"What? Speak up!" Han Yili shouted.

"No, sir, you've misunderstood. It's not a problem with the funeral," the secretary explained.

"what is that?"

"North of Chatham Road, an armored truck bound for the airport was robbed at gunpoint. Four white security guards were killed by the robbers, and it is said that explosives were used at the scene," the secretary said quickly.

Han Yili suddenly raised her hand, her expression full of disbelief, "An armored truck heading to the airport?"

"Yes, Director."

Han Yili suddenly stood up. "Which bank? How much money was stolen by the robbers?"

"Contacting..."

Just then, the door was pushed open again, and Kelvin, the senior assistant director of the Crime and Security Department, walked in with a grim face. After glancing at his secretary, he said in a deep voice, "Standard Chartered Bank, the cash transport truck bound for London has been hijacked. There are $2300 million on board, and it has all been stolen."

Han Yili's mind went blank for a moment, and he swayed for a few moments before being supported by his secretary who rushed over in a panic.

Kelvin opened his mouth, just as he had when he received the news; it was terrifying.

After sitting in a chair for a while and drinking a glass of water, Han Yili gradually calmed down. Her face quickly turned red again. "Where are the robbers? Have they been caught?!"

The words left his mouth, and seeing Kelvin's expression, he knew he was doomed. (End of Chapter)