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

0⑶⒎ It's good everywhere, but the range is too short, only 1300 kilometers, which is really not enough to do anything. Fortunately, there are actually many supply ships at sea that smuggle fuel. The only downside is that these supply ships are too polite...

Every time 0⑶⒎ approached them, they wouldn't accept money. If you insisted on paying, they would get angry and say you were looking down on them...

Not only will the fuel tank be filled, but fresh water, food, cigarettes, and snacks on board will also be provided free of charge!
It's just so embarrassing.

Watching 0⑶⒎ put the gun cover back on, turn the rudder, and slowly drive away,
Everyone on the smuggling ship breathed a sigh of relief. "Damn it, those plagues are finally gone!"

"Brother, why don't we leave and go somewhere else?" one of the underlings whispered.

The dark muzzle of the cannon pointed at them, causing everyone to bend over, and even the ship's prized little water pipes bent.

The key point is that the warship wasn't flying a national flag; tell me, isn't that frightening?

"Go my ass! We've already paid the protection money, what the hell are you talking about?!" the captain cursed. That was 300 tons of fuel oil! "Damn it, these days the richer people are, the stingier they are. The top-of-the-line super luxury yacht designed and built by Feadship in the Netherlands, escorted by two warships, doesn't want to pay a single cent for fuel, and they're even robbing people at sea!"

"Pah!" The smuggling ship captain cursed, his face dark.

As the cursing continued, the boat captain's voice grew softer and softer, and in a series of changes in expression, he suddenly pulled his underling over and said, "Think carefully about those people's accents and appearances. Are they Chinese?"

"Huh?" The underling was taken aback. "Boss, you're going to sue him?"

"Sue your mother my ass!" The boat captain slapped him hard across the face. "Do you want me dead so you can take over?"

"It should be, no no no, it is, it definitely is." The younger brother covered his head and said with a wronged look, "It's similar to those Chinese crew members in Hong Kong and Singapore."

"Thinking back carefully, have you ever heard of any wealthy person owning that luxury yacht?"

"No, you don't see this on luxury yachts in Southeast Asian countries."

As a fuel supply ship for maritime smuggling, it comes into contact with crew members from various countries and often talks about superyachts. Although they have never been on a luxury yacht, no one knows more about luxury yachts than them.

It's like even the most knowledgeable car enthusiasts don't drive luxury cars...

The captain nodded in agreement. Southeast Asian Chinese tycoons are relatively low-key, and no one would do something as ostentatious as having two warships escorting them.

This person is definitely not a good person!
What kind of good family warship doesn't fly the national flag?
Isn't this blatant preparation for murder and robbery at any moment?

Who exactly is this big shot?
Could we take this opportunity to make connections?
I can be Chinese too, and I can love China too!
If we can pull some strings, we can fly a flag on the ship...

Hehe, I never imagined I'd be so awesome!
These days, there are hardly any good people on ships at sea. They have guns, even RPGs, but sometimes they have to bow down when they encounter unreasonable people or powerful forces.

It's not easy for anyone...

……

This 0 fleet wasn't just there to help Wang Yaotang show off; it also had another mission: to lay a network at sea capable of handling various tasks such as information gathering, transmission, and resupply.

This would expand the attack range of 0, making it impossible for the Xingye to keep up, since the Xingye is a bulk carrier and too slow.

The last resupply was off the coast of Malacca. This time it was their own resupply point. The oil tanker that Wang Yaotang bought at a low price last time was, after all, a warship. Singapore would not allow it to enter for resupply.

Of course, they wouldn't stop him from passing, since there's no question of violating territorial waters if he's not flying military or national flags.

Once the flag is abandoned, nothing is forbidden!
Wang Yaotang naturally wouldn't linger at sea with 0⑶⒎; he flew directly to Singapore, where his yacht could still enter the port.

After crossing the Strait of Malacca, it's still 2000 kilometers to Yangon. The 0 voyage isn't long enough, so we need to stop in Phuket for supplies.

Phuket is located on the Malay Peninsula in southern Siam. The main ethnic group on the Malay Peninsula is the Malays, who have different beliefs and customs. In recent years, they have been involved in rebellions and independence movements, making the area very chaotic.

Phuket at that time was not the tourist destination it is today; it was just a large island near the Indian Ocean and an excellent port. Because of its proximity to Myanmar, Malaysia, and Indonesia, as well as the Malacca Strait, it was the largest smuggling hub on the shipping route from Southeast Asia to Europe!

Many of the island tourist destinations of the future were once smuggling ports.

In the 80s, the largest group in Phuket was unsurprisingly dominated by Chinese, with many branches of European groups mixed in, much like in Pattaya before.

The main difference is that Pattaya is closer to the capital, Bangkok, so there are still some rules to follow, and people are more 'restrained' in their behavior.

Phuket has a very unique geographical location.

To the south are the Siamese 'Greater Malay' rebels, to the north is the Karen National Liberation Union of Myanmar, and across the strait are the Aceh armed groups of Indonesia...

With the emperor far away and rebel forces all around, various groups on Phuket Island act rather 'recklessly'. Gunshots are frequently heard on the streets, and seeing corpses is not surprising; these are all normal occurrences.

The docks are the most chaotic place; there's not a single good person who dares to moor here!
The port, bustling as always, suddenly...

"hold head high--"

"hold head high--"

"hold head high--"

The piercing alarm blared, startling everyone in the port.

While people on shore were still wondering what was going on, a large number of ships outside the port started up almost simultaneously, with many skipping the warm-up process and starting up directly at the risk of malfunction.

However, too many ships started at the same time, and there was no port command and dispatch. Many ships collided directly in the chaos. Shouts, the roar of ship engines, and gunshots mingled together, and the entire port was in chaos.

Two 0 ships suddenly appeared on the sea, their gun turrets rotating, and two twin-mounted 57mm guns roared towards the sea.

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!"

More than 20 shells were fired, and the seawater was blasted into waves seven or eight meters high, drawing a long straight line on the sea surface.

Communication doesn't necessarily require language!

At this moment, all the ships understood what the approaching ship meant: anyone who dared to cross the line would be shot dead!
The only problem is that boats are not cars and don't have the concept of brakes. Even if you stop the engine immediately, the boat will still continue to move forward a long way due to inertia.

On the cargo ship that reacted the fastest and rushed to the front, everyone was shouting loudly, "No, no, no—"

Wang Yaotang: Go talk to my artillery!

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!"

The shells tore through the bow deck, and the hull exploded in brilliant sparks.

Who says ships don't have brakes?

That's how you brake!

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!"

The ships that had been rushing out of control were called out one by one, and each of them was given four cannonballs, which immediately slowed them down.

Only then did Hai Dazhao broadcast on the public channel, "All ships, return to port immediately. Any attempt to leave will be considered a provocation, and we will open fire immediately!"

Although we don't know which country these two warships belong to, that doesn't matter anymore.

Firing the cannon is the most magnificent introduction!
It's the simplest and most direct way to communicate!

It can quell all conflicts and obstacles!
It can instantly unify everyone's thoughts!

Even if their ships were damaged, they were happy to accept it, obediently turned back, and cheered loudly to welcome the arrival of 0⑶⒎.

I'm so happy, genuinely happy!

Two ships, numbered 0, separated to block the harbor, and the 'Dahan' quietly anchored in the middle of the sea. Only then did everyone notice this luxury yacht.

Clearly, no matter how luxurious a yacht is, it holds little appeal compared to a warship...

When it was discovered that the two yachts were merely escorts, the allure of the Great Han was instantly amplified.

A speedboat was launched into the harbor. Gao Lishi stood at the bow with his hands behind his back and his neck held high. "There are two warships behind me. Of course I have to look down on people."

Before long, the speedboat arrived at Chalong Port, where people were already waiting at the dock. As soon as Gao Lishi stepped off the boat, he walked over aggressively and asked, "Sir, is there anything we can do for you?"

Gao Lishi's eyelids drooped slightly. "Where are the heads of the Qiu and Chen families?"

The Qiu family: immigrants from southern Fujian, who began to control the core mining rights and official resources of tin mines a hundred years ago, and the opium trade. They were conferred the title of 'Count Lasada' by the King of Thailand.

The Chen family, from Tong'an, Fujian, rose to prominence by managing tin mine laborers and handling transportation and logistics. To put it more bluntly, they were involved in arresting and guarding laborers, dock handling, tin ingot smuggling, and the opium trade, complementing the Qiu family.

After the tin mines were depleted in the 70s, the two families turned to rubber plantations, real estate, docks, and smuggling networks. Through marriage and business networks, the families extended their influence to Penang, Bangkok and other places.

The dock worker clasped his hands in a fist salute and switched to Cantonese, asking, "May I ask which gentleman this friend represents?"

"My boss, Wang Yaotang, invited the heads of the Qiu and Chen families, as well as the heads of various groups on Phuket Island, to a banquet on the yacht."

"Hiss!" He gasped, taking a deep breath of the salty, fishy sea air!
"I'll go inform them right away, sir, this way please..." The dock manager immediately bowed and said with a fawning expression.

Gao Lishi clicked his tongue twice in mockery. To be honest, he was a little annoyed. Weren't Qiu and Chen's people supposed to be arrogant and domineering, killing people at the slightest disagreement?
I clearly came with ill intentions, why don't you reprimand me?
Why don't you point a gun at my head?

How can I lose my temper when they're so humble?

How can I save face in front of the boss if I don't lose my temper?

A phone call to the manor caused some chaos in the Qiu and Chen families. Why was that jinx surnamed Wang in Phuket?
The Qiu and Chen families are half-legitimate and half-illegitimate, and they deal with many large corporations. Since these corporations in Southeast Asia are mainly Chinese, how could they not have heard of Sheng Yi, which has risen to prominence in the last two years?

The details of the Pattaya massacre are even clearer to them.

More than a dozen domestic and foreign groups killed hundreds of people on the spot, almost wiping out Pattaya's underworld. Later, they were retaliated against by people from Australia and Myanmar, who led their men to kill even more people, causing a bloodbath.

Pattaya and Phuket followed almost the same routes.

They were sneaking around when they were massacring Pattaya, but now they're coming openly with warships?

Is killing people with guns no longer enough to satisfy your perverted fetish?
Now people don't even turn a blind eye to murders, do they?
Many of the younger generation were clamoring to fight the Wang family to the end, but the head of the family had already ordered some people to flee immediately.

Those are warships outside!

They bombed several ships without saying a word the moment they met. What the hell are they using to fight them?

As for the patriarch simply running away?

Absolutely not. The family's roots are in Phuket. If we leave here, we'll become easy prey, devoured until nothing is left. After making over a dozen phone calls, not daring to keep Wang Yaotang waiting any longer, they immediately got into their car and headed straight for the pier, where the heads of over a dozen large corporations were already waiting.

"Mr. Qiu".

"Mr. Chen."

"What's going on!"

"Who is coming?"

"Has the Siamese military sent some people?"

"Quiet down, everyone!" Chen Jingchuan raised his hand and said in a strong voice, "The person who came is a friend from Hong Kong, not an official from any country, so there's no need to be afraid!"

"But you must have heard about the Pattaya incident. This Mr. Wang is very young. When you meet him, you must be polite. People must be responsible for their own lives."

As they were talking, two more cars drove up, and the mayor and police chief of Phuket got out of the cars.

They really didn't want to come; the man surnamed Wang wouldn't be afraid to kill just because they were government officials.

The Pattaya mayor's family was completely wiped out; they were stripped bare, and their eggs were shaken until the yolks were broken!

However, their ability to secure this position is closely tied to the Qiu and Chen families, and a significant portion of the profits from the black and white network has ended up in their pockets. It's now impossible for them to extricate themselves.

After a brief discussion, the group still couldn't figure out Wang Yaotang's intentions, but they had no choice but to bite the bullet and go to pay their respects.

There's nothing we can do, he's a bad guy!
Evil people should be respected!
I would have expressed my dissatisfaction if I had been searched and boarded the yacht in any other setting, but not now.

The most luxurious yacht in Southeast Asia, costing over $2000 million, equivalent to 1.5 F-16 fighter jets, was not viewed by a group of people.

The group was led to the second-floor panoramic 280-degree sea view salon, where they immediately recognized Wang Yaotang upon entering.

After all, no one else would be so relaxed, lounging on the sofa and acting like the host.

"Hi, Mr. Qiu, Mr. Chen." Wang Yaotang didn't get up, but just smiled and raised his hand to greet them.

"I have long admired Mr. Wang's reputation, but have never had the opportunity to visit him. I am deeply honored to meet you today!" Qiu Haishan said loudly, clasping his hands in greeting.

This group of people never imagined that Qiu Haishan, the "Emperor of Phuket," could make such a fawning smile; it was truly beyond their imagination.

"Seeing is believing, and Wang Shengguo is indeed as dashing and handsome as the rumors say. I am Chen Jingchuan, and I greet you!" Chen Jingchuan also said loudly.

"Haha, you two don't need to be so polite. You are the masters of Phuket. Come, sit here." Wang Yaotang was very satisfied with their attitude and sat up straight to greet them.

He's not some kind of demon. His purpose in coming here is to take Phuket as a foothold in the Indian Ocean, not to kill for fun. It's a good thing that the two old guys are so sensible.

"Thank you, Mr. Wang."

The two exchanged a glance and breathed a sigh of relief. The fact that they hadn't started by shouting for bloodshed meant there was still room for maneuver. They were afraid that, like in Pattaya, they would have wiped out the locals without even communicating with them.

That's when you die without ever knowing what happened.

"Sauternes from Château d'Yquem in Bordeaux, 12 years old, how is it?" Wang Yaotang didn't ask them what they wanted to drink, and directly picked up the bottle to pour wine for the two of them.

The golden liquid was poured into a crystal glass, releasing an aroma of honey and nuts.

“This is Sauternes!” Qiu Haishan recognized it at a glance, and his face showed surprise at the right moment. “The last time I had it was 10 years ago. Thank you for your hospitality, Mr. Wang.”

The leaders of those powerful groups were somewhat confused. They had never heard of this kind of wine before. Was it that rare?

Wang Yaotang smiled faintly.

After taking a small sip and listening to the two men's flattery, Wang Yaotang said, "Old Qiu, you're the host, so please introduce yourself."

“Okay.” Qiu Haishan sat up straight and pointed to a middle-aged, short man with curly hair, saying, “This is Wan Azman, the mayor of Phuket City, and this is Mohd Farouk, the police chief.”

"Alright, you two, please have a seat." Wang Yaotang nodded with a smile.

"Thank you, Mr. Wang." The two bowed deeply in Malay-Cantonese, without feeling embarrassed at all.

"This is Simak, head of Murray Valley Food Trading in Australia..."

"What are some examples of the black market?" Wang Yaotang interrupted.

Qiu Haishan didn't expect Wang Yaotang to ask so bluntly, "Uh... there's smuggling of toxic goods, weapons, and food..."

Wang Yaotang pointed with his finger.

Behind him, Lu Shaotao drew his gun and pulled the trigger. "Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"

The sudden gunshot startled everyone, and the crowd scattered like rabbits that had been blown apart. However, due to the limited space, they could not escape and looked at Wang Yaotang, who had given the order, in fear.

Simak was introduced first because he was powerful enough, but he was killed before he could even say a word. Why?

"Because Sheng Yi is actually defined as a terrorist organization, I don't like the underground forces in Australia," Wang Yaotang explained with a smile.

Just because of this?
Qiu Haishan and Chen Jingchuan can only say that the Australian government is absolutely right!

How cruel!

These words caused another person in the crowd to start trembling uncontrollably. Wang Yaotang noticed this immediately and said, "Why are you afraid? You're an Australian too!"

At those words, the others around the man quickly scattered, and at the same time, Lu Shaotao fired his gun—"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"

"Who else is from Australia?" Wang Yaotang asked, turning his head.

Qiu Haishan shook his head blankly. He really wanted to ask if he still didn't like the people there.

"Is there French influence?"

"puff"

"puff"

"puff"

Three people in the crowd immediately knelt down, and before they could even speak, *thump* *thump* *thump* *thump* *thump*

"Stop!" Wang Yaotang quickly raised his hand, turned his head and looked at Lu Shaotao with a surprised expression, "No, why did you shoot?"

“Uh…” Lu Shaotao blinked. Boss, didn’t you call roll?
"What I meant to say is that I'm good friends with Oliveira from Marseille," Wang Yaotang said, speechless.

Lu Shaotao raised his hand and scratched his head with the butt of his gun.

The two kneeling figures collapsed to the ground, their bodies limp. Looking at the convulsing corpse beside them, still gushing blood, they didn't know whether to cry or laugh.

Wang Yaotang explained somewhat helplessly, "I'm sorry, it's because my subordinates are too motivated. Give him a proper burial, and I'll make up for it with a settlement fee later."

"Never mind, no need for introductions." Wang Yaotang waved his hand and had the bodies removed. "Old Qiu, Old Chen, it's like this, I'd like to acquire partial ownership of two piers in Phuket. I wonder if you two would be willing to part with them."

"Of course I'm willing!" Would Qiu Haishan dare say he wasn't?

I was afraid that a misunderstanding would prevent me from leaving today.

“We are willing to give away 51% of our shares to Mr. Wang for free. Everyone in Phuket will feel honored to receive Mr. Wang’s investment,” Qiu Haishan said sincerely.

"Free? That's not a good idea," Wang Yaotang said with a smile, waving his hand.

"Please, Mr. Wang, do not refuse!" Qiu and Chen stood up and said earnestly, "Pattaya is undergoing a major development under Mr. Wang's leadership, which has made the people of Phuket envious for a long time. The people of Phuket have been eagerly awaiting this opportunity, and today we are finally honored to have Mr. Wang grace us with his presence. You must not refuse, otherwise how can we explain to the people of Phuket!"

"You're too kind," Wang Yaotang laughed. "Alright, I'll reluctantly accept it."

"Thank you, Mr. Wang!" The two old men saluted again.

“Now that I’m considered part of Phuket, I have a few suggestions, but I’m not sure if I should say them?” Wang Yaotang said with a smile to Mayor Wan Azman.

“Speak, speak, please speak,” Wan Azman said quickly.

“I’ve heard that Phuket is very unsafe, with people frequently shooting in the streets and many murders every year. This is bad, very bad. How can we develop the economy and make money with such a chaotic security situation?”

“You’re right. We’ll go back and strengthen the police force, crack down on all criminals indiscriminately, and ensure that the security environment improves immediately.” Wan Azman looked at the police chief.

"I guarantee I will complete the mission!" Mohammad Farouk immediately stood up and loudly promised.

"Very good, very energetic." Wang Yaotang laughed heartily.

Mohd Farouk glanced at the group of powerful figures, took a deep breath, and the police station finally stood up!

So you don't give me gifts and don't respect me? I can't handle you, but Wang Sheng can!
“Of course, I know you also have trading needs.” Wang Yaotang looked at the underground group that brought together rebel forces from four nearby countries. “I’ll designate a separate market area for you to trade in, but outside, you must abide by the law. What I hate most is chaos.”

"Whoever makes me unhappy, I'll make sure they never have the chance to be happy again!"

"have you understood?"

"understand!"

"Don't worry, Mr. Wang!"

"We'll definitely do it!" the group shouted, expressing their loyalty.

“That’s right, harmony brings wealth.” Wang Yaotang laughed. “I will arrange for someone to go there. If you want to buy military supplies, you can contact them. As long as the money is right, you can have plenty.”

The rebel forces were instantly delighted; they hadn't expected to make such a gain!
Nobody asked what kind of military equipment they had; now was clearly not the time to ask.

With the general direction set, Wang Yaotang didn't need to worry about the specifics; his subordinates would handle those matters.

It's too early to talk about development now, but once we get control of the dock, everything else will be easier.

After resting for two days and experiencing the charm of Phuket, the fleet set sail again for Yangon after the municipal government sold a large plot of land to Wang Yaotang at a low price to build a private estate.

The dock blockade was finally lifted, but these villains weren't in a hurry to leave... (End of Chapter)