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

(Edited a few quoted sentences...)
A separate room in a corner of the banquet hall.

“Mr. Naxi, you can speak frankly,” Wang Yaotang said in a deep voice after he sat down.

“It’s nothing.” Pinapan Nasi smiled as he sat to the side, picked up the red wine prepared next to him, and poured a glass for Wang Yaotang.

Sitting face-to-face creates a sense of confrontation, so peacemakers usually sit to the side to reduce people's defensiveness.

Wang Yaotang tapped the table but didn't say anything.

"Someone asked me to inquire about what happened last night. It seems the Napinan family hasn't had any conflicts with your side before, has it?"

"Is Mr. Naxi questioning me?" Wang Yaotang tilted his head to look over.

“No, I think Mr. Wang has misunderstood. I believe that 90% of the problems in this world are caused by poor communication. I am willing to act as a mediator to find the root of the problem and clear up the misunderstanding.” Pinapan Nasi’s face was full of sincerity.

Wang Yaotang chuckled noncommittally, “Alright, this is Thailand. I’ll give Mr. Nasi some face. There was no conflict before, but after I arrived in Bangkok the day before yesterday, Napinam’s people started following me.”

Pinapan Nasi's brow furrowed slightly. "Could there be some misunderstanding?"

"will not!"

"For example, if it's on the way?"

Wang Yaotang chuckled. “I think 90% of the malice in this world is based on misunderstandings. I prefer to nip things in the bud rather than wait until the rat bites my crotch before I think of buying rat poison.”

Pinapan Nasi's face darkened; this was a sarcastic remark directed at him.

“As Mr. Wang also said, this is Bangkok. As the head of the Hong Kong Sheng Yi Tong, you have a prominent reputation in the underworld. Your every move will naturally attract the attention of local forces. It’s not right for local forces to do nothing. Isn’t it reasonable for them to know Mr. Wang’s movements?” Pinapan Nasi said in a deep voice.

“It’s only natural.” Wang Yaotang nodded with a smile. “It’s only natural for him to be vigilant and follow me, and it’s only natural for me to notice that I’m being followed. What’s the problem? We’re all adults and have the ability to take responsibility for our actions. The only problem is that his subordinates are too incompetent, and I found out.”

"You!" Pinapan Nasi's face turned ugly, and for a moment he couldn't say anything to refute her. "Wang Yaotang, this is Thailand, this is Bangkok. You should show us the most basic respect!"

Wang Yaotang's face turned cold, and he raised his hand, almost poking Pinapan Nasi's nose. "It's only because this is Bangkok that you can sit here and talk to me. If this were Hong Kong, it wouldn't be some damn Napinan who died. When your dogs come out and bite people, you dog owners should be kneeling in front of me and begging for my forgiveness!"

Pinapan Nasi suddenly stood up, his face flushed, his lips trembling, "You, you, you, don't you think you're too arrogant? You've carried out a terrorist attack in Bangkok, and you think you can protect yourself and do whatever you want just because you have 30 people around you?"

Wang Yaotang chuckled, leaned back, and kicked Pinapan Nasi in the stomach. Pinapan staggered back two steps and fell to the ground with a thud. His abdomen was cramping, and he was covered in cold sweat. His face was purplish-red, but he couldn't say a word, only making "uh uh" sounds.

Wang Yaotang stood up leisurely, looked down at the pained Pinapan Nasi, and said softly, "I will do whatever I want. I'm even prepared to kill your whole family."

"What, you're not convinced?"

"What can you do about it!"

“You…you…” Pinapan Nasi struggled to his feet and roared in a low voice, “You! Wang Yaotang, don’t think you’re the only one with connections. This is Thailand. I can mobilize thousands of people to make sure you can’t leave this place!”

Wang Yaotang scoffed, "Speak louder, I can't hear you!"

As he spoke, he shoved Pinapan Nasi hard. "Look at you, you're just like a lizard. You hide away as soon as you see someone. You're too scared to even raise your voice when you're trying to scare someone. With your looks, what makes you think you can fight me?"

In Thailand, calling someone a lizard is a very offensive term.

Wang Yaotang's voice was so loud that people outside heard the argument inside, and the people of Pinapan quickly pushed open the door to see what was going on.

Wang Yaotang smiled without saying a word, while Pinapan Naxi's face grew even uglier. "Get out!"

The subordinate's face changed drastically. Oh no, they'd witnessed their master making a fool of himself...

“Your men are right outside, call them in and we’ll kill you!” Wang Yaotang stepped forward again and poked Pinapan Nasi in the chest.

“You! You!” Pinapan Nasi retreated repeatedly.

"I can bring in a special operations battalion right now, all 300-centimeter-haired, and they'll be right here waiting for you. Let's do some urban warfare, you gotta try!"

Pinapan Nasi, his face flushed and neck red, didn't dare utter a single word. Others might have been bragging, but this guy had caused quite a scene in the city last night. The police clearly saw during their on-site investigation that over a thousand bullets had been fired, and the large hole in the wall was obviously made by an RPG!

This guy is really daring!
Besides, he's just bragging about having thousands of people. Due to the system in Thailand, there really aren't any large-scale gangs there.

The biggest rogue is the military...

The Red Tile Gang is excluded; their main area of ​​activity is in the Golden Triangle, so they are considered rebels.

"Speak up! Why aren't you saying anything!" Wang Yaotang poked Pinapan Nasi in the chest repeatedly, forcing him back against the wall. "Threatening me? Who do you think you are to threaten me? Call the military!"

“What are those Vietnamese monkeys? We wiped out 60,000 of them in one wave and completely destroyed the entire North Vietnam. And what was the result?” Wang Yaotang raised his hand and slapped Pinapan Nasi’s face repeatedly. “Since 1980, Vietnam has repeatedly crossed the border to attack Thai border villages and refugee camps. Every time, we beat you so badly that you ran away in a panic. You can’t even beat the Vietnamese, so what makes you dare to talk back to me!”

Pinapan Nasi's face turned from red to green, and he wanted nothing more than to bite Wang Yaotang to death, but in the end he didn't utter a single word.

"I don't care who you are, you have $200 million in war reparations, and you have one week to pay. If you can't pay, I'll kill your entire family!"

"Remember my words!" Wang Yaotang sneered, shoved Pinapan Naxi aside, and walked out the door.

As soon as he left, two of Pinapan Nasi’s trusted men immediately came in, “Boss!”

"Get out!" Pinapan Nasi roared, veins bulging on his neck, and raised his hand to slap someone. "Smack!"

"Who let you in?"

"roll!"

If we can't deal with Wang Yaotang, then we can deal with you all!

The two confidants were dumbfounded, covered their faces and slunk out. Pinapan Nasi, panting heavily, kicked and smashed things in the room in a frenzy of venting his anger, and finally collapsed in the corner, panting heavily.

After leaving the small private room, I exchanged a glance with A-Jie and A-Ji from afar. Seeing the smile on Wang Yaotang's face, the two of them knew that everything was fine. They ate, drank, and chatted as usual. Since they were going to be stationed in Southeast Asia for the future, they needed to start integrating into the local community now.

Having just finished venting his anger and feeling exhausted, Wang Yaotang ate some local specialties and then left, leaving the socializing to Aji and Ajie, while he would provide support.

……

It was 11 p.m. in the presidential suite upstairs.

"You've had enough to drink, so don't go." Wang Yaotang lay on the sofa, with two Thai beauties in bikinis massaging him.

"Of course I'll go! It's been so long since I've had some fun!" Ah Jie said with a grin.

"Do as you please, but be mindful of your limits. The purpose is to deter, not to actually kill your entire family."

"I know, I know," Ah Jie replied, waving his hand. "I'm leaving."

Wang Yaotang turned his head and glanced at him. "Hey, Aji, you're going too?"

Ah-Ji grinned and said, "I'll go keep an eye on Ah-Jie, so he doesn't cause any trouble."

"Damn it!" Wang Yaotang laughed and cursed.

"Damn it, don't use me as an excuse. I won't cause trouble!"

"The troublemaker always promises he won't cause trouble!"

"I didn't realize you were so cunning..."

"I'm doing this for your own good..."

"I do not……"

The two brothers walked out, bickering back and forth.

After driving for about ten minutes from the hotel, they met up with Hai Dazhao and the others. A-Jie couldn't wait to ask, "How are we going to fight tonight?" "Brother Yao's idea is to make a big fuss, to give them enough of a deterrent, but not to kill anyone or to kill as few people as possible, so we've decided to use mortars," Hai Dazhao said with a smile.

"Okay, okay, let's set off the fireworks! I want to set them off myself!" A-Jie pulled Hai Da-Zhao towards the car, "Doggy doggy!"

"Brother Ji?" Hai Dazhao asked.

"I'm going to another place with Hua Jing," Aji said with a smile and a wave of his hand.

"Alright, stop nagging, we've kept our friends waiting!"

Two Toyota Hiace trucks started up and headed straight for the core section of the Chao Phraya River:

The estates here generally cover more than 5 rai (about 8000 square meters), are equipped with private docks, and are inhabited by Thailand's upper-class aristocracy. The main residences of the Somdet and Thitid families are located here.

Compared to the families of Son and Titi, emerging tycoons like Pinapan Nassi are far inferior, which can be seen from the location of their residences. The Pinapan family lives in the northern part of the Krungthep Kreetha district, where detached villas are the main type, with a land area of ​​1-2 acres, which is similar to the Wang Yaotang Deep Water Bay villa.

Hong Kong is small because of its size, while Bangkok is surrounded by vast plains.

For tonight's operation, an extra Mercedes was specially prepared. The three cars were spaced several hundred meters apart, with the Mercedes at the very front.

Approaching the core section of the Chao Phraya River, a security booth and barriers appeared ahead. Four police officers were on duty inside the booth, and a police car was parked next to it.

The Mercedes' license plate was not registered here. As the car approached, two Thai police officers came out and waved to stop it. "Sir, please roll down your window for inspection."

The car window rolled down, and the policeman asked with a smile, "Sir, please show me your pass."

Wan Yang grinned, raised his hand, and pointed the dark muzzle of his gun. "Pfft!"

With a slight jerk, the silenced pistol sent a bullet flying through the policeman's nose, then off his head after losing balance.

At the same time, the rear doors opened, and Wan Tian and Wan Fan raised their hands and pulled the triggers.

"puff!"

"puff!"

"puff!"

The three guns emptied their magazines quickly, and the three policemen died instantly before they even had a chance to sound the alarm.

The two Toyota Hiaces behind them drove past without stopping, while Wan Yang and his group stayed behind to deal with the scene.

As he passed by, Ah Jie clicked his tongue twice. "The security is still too rough. They should have installed CCTV to monitor the scene. Do they really think a few policemen can scare anyone?"

“It’s because Thai tycoons are used to being high and mighty and think that no one will resist them. That’s how it should be normally; the locals wouldn’t dare to do it.” Hai Dazhao seemed quite clear-headed.

Ah Jie nodded, "That's true. It's been 200 years, and we're used to it. In Hong Kong, there are many people who can't help but bow their heads when they see foreigners, especially many women who will beckon to them with just a flick of their finger."

After passing the guard booth, there were no more guards inside.

About 300 meters from Song En's house, they parked near another house. The car door opened, and Hai Dazhao and two others jumped out of the car carrying a Type 63 60mm mortar. A-Jie got out of the car and carried a box of shells.

Once the support frame is opened and the level is adjusted, it's quite quick to work on the asphalt road.

Ah Jie opened the ammunition box, took out the shells, twisted on the fuses, and asked excitedly, "I heard from Brother Yao that some skilled artillerymen don't need supports or levers; they can fire the shells with just one hand while holding the launch tube, and they're very accurate. Is that true?"

Hai Dazhao paused, speechless, and turned to look over. "I told Yao Ge about this. I've only heard that some artillerymen have done it during the military region's competition, but I've never seen it done in person. It's not something you can train for; it's called talent."

Ah Jie chuckled and said, "You do it, you do it."

After adjusting the mortar, Hai Dazhao began estimating the target distance and adjusting the firing angle. He picked up the walkie-talkie and asked, "Hua Jing, what's the situation?"

"We can test fire now."

"Okay, 10-second countdown."

"receive."

After silently counting to 10, Hai Dazhao said in a low voice, "Test fire!"

Da Cang quickly picked up a shell and put it into the launch tube. "Thump!"

About ten seconds later, a loud "boom!" was heard, and a burst of fire appeared in Song En several hundred meters away.

"Target hit the designated range!" said Da Bo, who was holding binoculars.

"Okay, I'll do it!" A-Jie eagerly picked up a shell and put it into the cannon barrel. "Boom!"

Before the explosion could be heard, he grabbed another shell and put it in. "Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

……

It was not yet 12 o'clock, and many people in the Song En family manor were still awake. The lights were still on in the halls of several buildings, and people were still working in the courtyard.

A shell landed squarely in the garden in front of the main house. With a loud bang, the grass and soil flew everywhere, and the shockwave shattered all the glass on an entire wall.

The loud explosion woke everyone in the manor.

Song En Wensong was in a bad mood all day. He usually didn't sleep at this time. Today, he was home for once, so he called a few young members of his family to drink together. Suddenly, the explosion startled them so much that they stood up abruptly and looked outside in surprise and uncertainty.

"what happened?"

"I don't know, let's go check it out."

The group started walking outside, but Song En Wensong stood there motionless, his face pale. It was him, it must be him!
It's over, completely over!
At this moment, Song En Wensong was filled with deep regret, thinking that he should have listened to the man surnamed Chen and gone to apologize in person!
The thought of regret had barely formed when, before he could even react...

"boom!"

The second explosion occurred about seven or eight meters away.

What followed was a barrage of artillery fire!

“Boom!” “Boom!” “Boom!” “Boom!” “Boom!” “Boom!”

The Type 63 60mm mortar has a firing rate of 30-35 rounds per minute. It does not pursue shelling accuracy, as long as it is within the manor area. The three launchers unleashed two boxes of shells in just half a minute!
“Boom!” “Boom!” “Boom!” “Boom!” “Boom!” “Boom!”

The flames from the explosions continued unabated, engulfing the entire manor. The first to suffer were the manor's interior trees, which were all snapped and shattered. Next, all the glass was shaken to pieces.

Many shells landed on the top of the building, the explosions tearing off the pointed, golden glazed tiles of the roof, scattering fragments everywhere.

The intense shelling terrified not only the Songen and Tidi families, but also several neighboring houses, who were awakened by the roar of the shells.

The last time Bangkok experienced continuous shelling was 30 years ago. Even military coups rarely result in conflict. Faced with intense shelling, who would dare to go out and see what was happening?

They were all trembling with fear, hiding under the bed!

After emptying the two boxes, Hai Dazhao gave a signal over the walkie-talkie, got into the car, and stepped on the gas, leaving only two burn marks on the tires.

It wasn't until the shelling stopped for more than ten minutes that people in the vicinity dared to cautiously send people out to check the situation. The Song En and Tidi houses were left in ruins.

The manor has become a wasteland, and wails echo through the night! (End of Chapter)