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

Huang Tianhua hasn't had a good night's sleep since Ah Jie moved in, but today the dust has finally settled.

I hurriedly got up and rushed to the police station. The convoy was already ready. The officers on duty were all veterans of the station. Ever since Ba Dong and his group of new recruits arrived, the old slackers in the police station have been in a bad situation. All their tasks were thankless and the inspections were much stricter than before.

You can complain, but you have to finish the job. If you're unhappy, you can resign. Huang Tianhua would love for them to get out of there on their own. If it weren't for his personal reputation, he would have fired all these parasites to prevent them from influencing young people.

Tonight we were just going to do some floor cleaning, so there was no rush. After waiting a few minutes, the hospital ambulance arrived, and the convoy turned on its sirens and set off.

The incident a few days ago in Bangkok, where a "foolish youth" was beaten to death for obstructing an ambulance, was widely reported at Wang Yaotang's behest. This included the family members of the deceased son kneeling down at the hospital to apologize, as they had to prove that they were not involved in the pier attack. This greatly deterred other foolish youths.

These days, the sound of sirens in Bangkok and surrounding cities causes everyone to give way, which makes the police and hospital staff feel quite pleased.

After Huang Tianhua became the director, he didn't just engage in internal power struggles. First of all, he ordered the police to be tough when carrying out missions outside. If they encountered anyone who dared to resist, they should take action directly. If there was any threat, they should be shot. He, as the director, would take responsibility if anything happened!

It did win over a large number of people.

The convoy split into three groups to avoid being attacked, proceeding with great anxiety. Upon arrival at the scene, they were stunned.

Blood was everywhere at the scene. Seven or eight seriously wounded men crawled a long way before passing out, leaving long trails of blood on the ground. More than 20 bodies were scattered around the villa. The closer the bodies were to the villa, the more gruesome they were. Seven or eight of them, which were near landmines, were blown to pieces, with limbs, intestines, and internal organs scattered everywhere.

These police officers had seen many crime scenes, but this was the first time they had ever witnessed such brutality. Even the seasoned veterans couldn't withstand it, and most of them vomited on the spot.

It took more than three hours to clean up the body. It was almost dawn. Ah Jie sent two people to the police station to explain the situation, carrying with them the videotapes taken the night before.

Reasonable self-defense!

The next morning, many media outlets reported extensively on the attack that occurred in the early hours of the morning, accompanied by photos.

Of course, whether possessing so many weapons is legal is another matter. They were all drug dealers being killed, and no one really used this to challenge Wang Yaotang, so it didn't matter.

After seeing the news, Thai and Chinese elites as well as underground forces all fell silent.

The guy surnamed Wang, relying on his military strength and not having any roots in Siam, acts without any scruples. He's so damn ruthless!

They hate him, but there's nothing they can do. None of the methods available can cause any real harm to the Wang family, and they would only invite artillery fire. Nobody would do something so stupid.

Now both the legitimate and underworld circles in Siam are starting to support the "reunification". The Chinese are a "land of etiquette" and they pay more attention to face when doing things. Now, in Hong Kong and abroad, no one can control the Wang family!

The Kingdom of Little Britain is truly failing; it's too far away to effectively govern, and it can't even control one person with the surname Wang...

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Hong Kong, Deep Water Bay Villas.

“They are members of the Shan State Revolutionary Army,” Wei Tao reported.

"What's the situation with this Shan State Revolutionary Army?" Wang Yaotang asked in a deep voice.

“Lo Hsing Han was a deputy general under the Yongli Emperor of the Southern Ming Dynasty who was in exile in Burma. He was the tenth generation. After the 93rd Division retreated to Kokang, he recruited soldiers and organized people to reclaim land for planting and opium trafficking. He also established a military school to fight against the old regime. Among the students were Lo Hsing Han, Peng Jiasheng, and Khun Sa. Lo Hsing Han graduated at the age of 14.”

"The local chieftain Yang family also followed the Yongli Emperor of the Southern Ming Dynasty and remained rooted in the area as chieftains. Therefore, after graduating, Luo Xinghan became the captain of the Yang family's self-defense force and worked under the second young lady of the Yang family..."

“Wait a minute, this second young lady of the Yang family… why do I feel like I’m familiar with her?” Wang Yaotang suddenly interrupted Wei Tao.

"The second young lady is named Yang Jinxiu, known as the Empress of Northern Myanmar. Her grandfather had a good relationship with Mr. Yixian and helped the Tongmenghui. In 42, her father fought against the Japanese with the Expeditionary Force, and Yang Jinxiu also participated. After Myanmar gained independence, Yang Jinxiu's elder brother accepted the government's offer of amnesty and handed over control of Kokang to the second young lady. She learned from the Nationalist army's practice of 'using drugs to support the army and using the army to protect drugs' and became the true leader of Kokang."

"On August 18, 1963, Yang Jinxiu was invited by the Burmese government to attend a meeting in Lashio, the capital of Shan State. He was arrested on the spot by the Burmese government, which had been lying in wait. Subsequently, a military operation was launched in northern Burma, and all members of the Yang family, including Luo Xinghan, were arrested. Later, Luo Xinghan was released on the condition that he would fight against the Burmese KMT armed forces together and recognize the leadership of the Burmese government. He then took over the Yang family guard and established the 'Shan State Revolutionary Army,' which grew stronger and created new glories, becoming the first generation of opium king in the Golden Triangle," Wei Tao said in a deep voice.

“Luo Xinghan is a traitor,” Wang Yaotang said, pursing his lips. “But it’s not easy to comment on this kind of thing.” “Continue.”

“Yes, boss.” Wei Tao continued, “Later, Luo Xinghan won the bid for the operation rights of the Mengdong Company and became the boss of the Mengdong Company, which was engaged in the opium trade…”

"Wait a minute? What do you mean by the Mengdong Company, which deals in opium?" Wang Yaotang's eyes widened.

“Yes, Britain legally obtained the right to cultivate and process poppies in Shan State in 1886, and it has remained legal since Myanmar’s independence,” Wei Tao said.

"Holy crap!" Wang Yaotang exclaimed in shock. The world is truly full of wonders.

“That place hardly grows any food; without opium, two-thirds of the people would starve to death,” Wei Tao added.

Wang Yaotang's lips twitched upon hearing this.

Seeing that the boss had no further questions, Wei Tao continued, "In 1973, the Burmese government asked Lo Hsing Han to disarm, but he disagreed and went to Siam. As a result, he was arrested by the Siamese police at the Bandung Hotel on July 16 and sent back to Burma. He was sentenced to death by the court, but it was later commuted to a suspended death sentence. He was released after the amnesty in 1980."

"What charges were he brought against him?"

"Political crime."

"Damn it," Wang Yaotang cursed. "Then who attacked A-Jie and the others?"

"A force of the Shan State Revolutionary Army operating on the Thai-Myanmar border, their Double Lion brand trucks are to be transported through Shan State to Chiang Rai, and then through Bangkok and Pattaya."

Wang Yaotang scoffed, "Who's the biggest drug lord over there right now?"

“Khun Sa, a Chinese, whose Chinese name is Zhang Qifu, is the chieftain of the Laimo tribe,” Wei Tao said with a smile. “Then there are Luo Xinghan, Peng Jiasheng, and others.”

Wang Yaotang blinked, then suddenly laughed, "Are all the chieftains in Shan State Chinese? Whether the peninsula is in chaos or not, the Chinese have the final say, right?"

"Okay, that's it."

"Okay, Yao-ge, I'll head out now."

Wang Yaotang waved his hand, and Wei Tao left. He got up and went upstairs to find Deng Lijun and the baby. The baby was wrinkled and not very pretty when it was first born, but after a few days it grew out and was completely different. Its skin was as thin as glutinous rice paper, and it felt like it would melt if you kissed it.

Wang Yaotang adored his first child in two lifetimes.

“We’re going to invest in a school on Hong Kong Island later,” Wang Yaotang suddenly said after playing with the child for a while.

"Huh?" Teresa Teng was taken aback, glanced at the child, and said with a hint of amusement, "Is it really necessary?"

"Of course, of course!" Wang Yaotang said solemnly. "Don't you know how treacherous people can be? Do you really think all foreigners are straightforward and brainless?"

"What do you mean?" Teresa Teng asked, puzzled. "The West has specialized institutions that study how to subtly influence and educate the next generation through education. Coupled with their powerful media propaganda, this is rapidly expanding. Think of Governor Hennessy's 'British-leaning' policy in 1878, the 'loyalty education' at the Law Fu-kwok Teachers' College, Anglican College, Christian ethics combined with Western values, and how 60% of primary schools in Hong Kong are currently run by churches," Wang Yaotang said in a deep voice.

"Oh? What's the problem? English proficiency determines social status, and the church teaches people to be good."

"You actually believe that English proficiency determines social status?" Wang Yaotang shrugged. "This shows that the Westerners' policies are very successful. In fact, whether you can speak English or not doesn't matter at all."

“You’re fluent in English, aren’t you?” Teresa Teng winked.

“What the hell does my success have to do with English!” Wang Yaotang said anxiously. “The economy of the entire Southeast Asian countries is controlled by Chinese people. Chinese is the best way to communicate. Do I need to speak English when I talk business with Zheng, Bao, and Huo? Or do I need to speak English when I talk business with Chen, Qiu, Li, and Guo in Siam?”

"When I started out selling stockings, did I need to speak a word of English? It's much more impressive to shout English when I'm chopping someone up!"

"Do I need to use English to determine my social status?!"

Teresa Teng was speechless. "Were we really fooled?"

“From now on, if anyone tries to speak English in front of you, or has to mix a few English words into their speech, you’re going to slap them across the face. Got it?” Wang Yaotang snorted.

Teresa Teng chuckled and said, "Okay, okay, I'll listen to you. We'll build our own school. Should we teach English at the school?"

"Of course I'll teach it, but it's just a minor subject, and it definitely won't be taught entirely in English."

After chatting for a while, the family's nanny came up and said, "Mr. Wang, Mr. Chen Yuanchao has arrived."

Chen Yuanchao, a major, was wounded and retired after participating in the "Battle of Laogai" and the "Battle of Sabah". A few days ago, after Wang Yaotang ordered weapons, he contacted the local armed forces department and openly expressed his desire to recruit a group of people to work overseas. He said that the quality of people in Hong Kong is not good and that there are some conflicts in values ​​due to education.

These words startled the leaders of the armed forces department. Recruiting crew-cut men to go overseas... even if Wang Yaotang patted his chest and said it was for legitimate business, they didn't believe him.

They wholeheartedly agree with it, but it is seriously inconsistent with the current policy direction. If a different leader were in charge, they would have rejected it on the spot. This would have had a very bad influence!

What will foreigners think of our homeland? This would be considered an invasion!

However, since the person making the request was a "patriotic businessman" who was registered in Guangdong, they couldn't simply refuse.

There was no other way but to report it, since they couldn't afford to take responsibility if something went wrong. However, after some discussion, the answer from the higher-ups was "no support," "no opposition," and "no responsibility." This surprised and greatly encouraged the armed forces department, and they secretly sent them a list.

Given the communication conditions in China in the 80s, Wang Yaotang could find crew-cut men even without this list, but finding suitable and outstanding ones would be a matter of luck, let alone forming an online army.

"Okay." Wang Yaotang got up and went downstairs.

"Boss." A man in his forties, whose left sleeve was half empty, quickly got up from the sofa.

"Old Chen, have a seat, no need to be so polite," Wang Yaotang said with a smile. "How are things? Is life in Hong Kong convenient?"

"I'm very satisfied, extremely satisfied. I'm so happy I could eat several more bowls of rice," Chen Yuanchao said, somewhat reserved and embarrassed.

"Haha, I'm glad you're satisfied." After chatting for a while, Wang Yaotang got down to business. "It's like this, while the company's anti-drug operation in Siam was a great success, it also offended the gambling dens. Yesterday, Ah Jie was retaliated against by drug traffickers. The company will absolutely not bow down to drug traffickers. My attitude is to fight back fiercely!"

Chen Yuanchao slapped his thigh hard, his face flushed with excitement, but he pursed his lips and said nothing. The crew-cut man took it upon himself to obey orders and waited for the boss to give the order.

"Drug traffickers from the Shan State Revolutionary Army are active on the Thai-Myanmar border. It's a mountainous area with a hot and humid climate and dense forests, making it very difficult to fight. I need to consult you, a senior figure, on this matter."

"Yes, mission accomplished!" Chen Yuanchao stood up abruptly and instinctively saluted.

Wang Yaotang was startled, but then a smile spread across his face. He stood up excitedly, unsure whether to salute or not, and was unusually flustered.

Fortunately, Chen Yuanchao reacted and said in a deep voice, "Boss, I can't make a conclusion because I haven't seen the terrain over there, but the overall situation in the Southeast Peninsula is quite similar, which is almost completely different from the urban warfare we train in."

Wang Yaotang sat down and personally poured tea for Chen Yuanchao. "Go on," he said.

"Field operations span a long period of time, putting immense pressure on logistical support. Moreover, the entire journey requires trekking through the jungle environment, making it impossible to carry body armor due to its weight and heat, which would greatly deplete our physical strength and water reserves. Obtaining clean water in the wild is difficult, and a single misstep could result in non-combat casualties. In terms of environmental adaptation, we cannot compare to drug traffickers who have lived there for a long time."

"I don't recommend using the Type 56 semi-automatic rifles; they're too long and inconvenient for jungle warfare. We should equip more Remington rifles, as they're better for close-quarters combat. We should also equip a large number of hand grenades, and mortars should be the first choice for support weapons. Other weapons will be added depending on the specific situation."

"Bulletproof vest..." Wang Yaotang smacked his lips. "Really can't we wear it?"

After sending ten sets to Bangkok, Wang Yaotang immediately contacted Oliveira and the French state-owned explosives company (SNPE) to order 300 sets of PN-2 vests, including matching bulletproof plates, at a price of $1500 per set, for a total of $45.

It may not seem like a high price, but bulletproof vests are consumables, and currently only special forces in various countries are equipped with them. On the contrary, private individuals tend to purchase them more often.

However, most countries prohibit or restrict the import of bulletproof vests. Article 13 of Hong Kong's Firearms and Ammunition Ordinance stipulates that any "equipment that may be used in combat" must be licensed to the Commissioner of Police before it can be imported.

Everyone knew his background, and such an application was impossible to approve. It wasn't about money, so the bulletproof vests were smuggled by air. They were reported to customs as "ordinary" vests and "industrial ceramic tiles." Coincidentally, Wang Yaotang owned a building materials company, and the exporter was not the French state-owned explosives company but a building materials company found by Oliveira.

“You really can’t wear this.” Chen Yuanchao sighed. “Kevlar material expands after absorbing water, increasing its weight by about 20%, which is too much.”

"What if we have enough air support?" Wang Yaotang thought for a moment and said, "I can buy a few Y-5 transport aircraft from my hometown. Although they can only carry two tons, airdropping them will ensure your logistical supply. As for drinking water, I can purchase water purification tablets from Potal Aqua in the United States. Once we find a water source in the wild, we can use these to purify the water. We also have military-grade compressed biscuits for food, which will greatly reduce our load."

"With airdrop support, we can easily build a temporary camp in the wild. By the way, we can also use the Y-5 as a temporary reconnaissance aircraft to let you know the situation in the vicinity in advance. This retaliatory operation is not only to destroy their strongholds in the border cities of Siam, but also to eliminate their strongholds on the mule and horse drug routes in Myanmar!"

"Ah, this..." Chen Yuanchao was stunned for a moment. Aerial reconnaissance, airlift to ensure logistics, and various advanced equipment to ensure combat effectiveness. I have never fought such a rich battle in my life. I was a little at a loss for words.

This private army is indeed different from the military; the boss is really willing to invest!

Drug traffickers were easily defeated by the outdated equipment of the 50s and 60s. With such strong support now, what is there to be afraid of!

"If that's the case, then there shouldn't be any problem, but we need to go to the site to investigate the situation."

“No problem, I’ll arrange for someone to take you there. They’re from Hong Kong and they’ll make sure you see everything, whether it’s something you can see or not,” Wang Yaotang said with a smile.

"Huh? It's off-white?"

"It's alright, they wouldn't dare to play any tricks on me, otherwise I'd kill their whole family!"

Chen Yuanchao nodded. It wasn't that he was afraid of death, but rather that he felt it was somewhat surreal.

The next morning, Chen Yuanchao met up with a group of people from "Tiao Lin" and flew to Bangkok, and then flew from Bangkok to Chiang Mai.

Tiao Lin: In this world, all you do is betray your brothers, sell out your own, frame others, and take care of your sister-in-law! (End of Chapter)