Hong Kong Movie: At the beginning, Big Boss B asked me to draw the death lottery

Chapter 119 An old man who doesn't die is a thief; Uncle Deng, are you trying to save face for yourself, or should I help you save face?

So much blood was shed, so many people died, and some people spent their entire lives in Macau, only to find that what they gained was something that could be accomplished with just a few words from others.

After seeing Ah Mu off, He Yaozong knew that his trip to Macau was over.

In the past, Sun Kee negotiated a deal, giving up its territory in Tsim Sha Tsui, and he owed someone a favor.

This trip to Macau has left him owing another favor.

But even now, the people who did him these two favors haven't even shown their faces!

Standing on the helipad of the Willy Hotel, Ho Yiu-chung gazed at the boundless northern horizon.

Jimmy came to the rooftop to see them off.

"Boss, Uncle Deng has come to Haojiang. Shouldn't we wait for him to go back together?"

"No wait!"

"Should I arrange for someone to accompany Uncle Deng to the negotiations?"

"There's no need for that. Let him talk however he wants. It's not important!"

At this moment, the helicopter's rotors were already running. He Yaozong walked to the side of the helicopter and spoke.

"Jimmy, take good care of the junket business in Macau."

When I get back this time, I will remove you from the Wo Luen Shing triad's register. From now on, you will work for me, not for the triad!

Jimmy was stunned for a moment, then looked at Ho Yiu-chung in disbelief.

Honestly, ever since Jimmy started his business selling counterfeit goods in Ma Lan, not a day has gone by that he didn't want to get rid of his triad gang identity.

Unfortunately, he couldn't get rid of it. Without the support of a triad, his business simply couldn't continue!
But now... He Yaozong has just agreed to clear his name?
"Dragon Head, actually I..."

Ho Yiu-chung simply waved his hand, then patted Jimmy on the shoulder.

"Call me Yao-ge, it sounds more friendly!"

"Brother Yao!"

This time, Jimmy didn't hesitate at all. A look of joy appeared on his face, and he called out "Brother Yao" without any psychological burden!
“You can still do business under my name outside; I trust you.”

After giving Jimmy a final instruction, Ho Yiu-chung boarded the helicopter that had been waiting for a long time.

The helicopter then started up and flew towards the outer harbor terminal.

Fat Deng was unaware that his trip to Macau had completely taken a turn for the worse.

This negotiation with Hei Zai Rong is a matter of life and death for him.

In a Bentley, Fat Deng leaned back in the soft seat and couldn't help but ask the driver.

"Where is He Yaozong? Isn't he coming with me to negotiate with the waterworks this time?"

"Uncle Deng, the leader has other things to attend to."

"So he doesn't plan to send someone to go with me?"

The driver shook his head: "Dragon has said that you, Uncle Deng, should represent Wo Luen Shing to talk to Blackie Wing. He doesn't like having any irrelevant people around to disturb him."

"Damn it! This is a major event for both gangs. How could he, as the leader, be so careless?"

Fat Deng's words implied that He Yaozong was displeased that he hadn't arranged any exclusion for him.

In truth, he was secretly delighted, for it seemed that Ho Yiu-chung was indeed concerned about the affairs of Macau.

Even the henchmen who used to monitor his daily life were removed. While the feeling of regaining freedom was certainly good, his ambition to hold power in the Wo Shing Wo continued to torment him day after day!
At this moment, Fat Deng had only one thought in his mind—he had to deal with Blackie Rong this time!
The car carrying Fat Deng drove from the Outer Harbour Ferry Terminal all the way to the Triumph Hotel.

After getting out of the car, Anle's henchmen greeted him in the parking lot and led Fat Deng to a meeting room on the sixth floor.

Hei Zai Rong had been waiting there for a long time.

He was all smiles and had a ruddy complexion. When he saw Fat Deng enter, he immediately stood up laughing.

"Hey Wei, it's been so long! So long!"

He opened his arms and gave Fat Deng a big hug.

He then beckoned the henchman who had escorted Fat Deng upstairs to leave, and affectionately took Fat Deng's hand, inviting him to sit on the sofa in the reception room.

"Brother Wei, it's been years, but you still look as energetic as ever, getting more spirited with age!"

Fat Deng waved his hand with a smile: "Things are different now. I'm retired and at home, and there aren't many young people in the Wo Shing Wo that recognize me anymore!"

"Brother Wei, what are you saying? Back when you first rose to power, you were so full of vigor and ambition."

Now, though old, he remains as strong as ever, still a pillar of Wo Shing Wo.

That's why, when Wo Shing came to Macau to do business, they had no choice but to ask you, sir, to come and negotiate.

Getting back to the point, Fat Deng immediately wiped the smile off his face.

"Hei Zai Rong, I only have one question for you: do you really want to be the person in charge of Wo On Lok?"

"Brother Wei, what are you saying? Who wouldn't want to be in charge?"

"So that means you really do need Wo Shing's help?"

The smile on Hei Zai Rong's lips slowly faded. After thinking for a moment, he lowered his voice.

"That's right. If Wo Shing can help me get through this, our two families will be brothers for generations to come!"
"As long as Anle and I have food to eat in Macau, Wo Shing Wo will also have food to eat!"

Fat Deng's eyelids drooped.

"To tell you the truth, He Yaozong is a man who eats people without spitting out the bones!"

Even if you make him work for you and he rises to a higher position in the water room, he'll still be subservient, a puppet in a murky and ambiguous position.

Hei Zai Rong looked surprised.

"Brother Wei, how can you talk about your own boss like that?"

Fat Deng snorted coldly: "A person in charge? We, Wo Shing, don't have such an unruly person in charge!"

Since the split of the Wo Shing triad, our Wo Shing triad has been a nine-district rotating triad, with each term's leader elected by the uncles through a vote.

When it comes to him, he'll resort to blatant extortion and bribery of those spineless scoundrels. The decades-old rules of the Lian Sheng Group are about to be ruined in his hands!

He paused for a moment, then gritted his teeth and said.

"I guarantee that once he gets the junket rights from you, he'll definitely use coercion and bribery. Before long, all the junket operators in your brothel will be doing whatever he tells them to do."

"By then, you, Hei Zai Rong, will have neither manpower nor money. If you want to secure your position as the leader, you'll have to compromise with him. He'll have you under his thumb for life!"

Fat Deng has essentially bet everything.

The purpose of presenting the pros and cons was to incite fear in Hei Zai Rong's heart.

Sure enough, Hei Zai Rong was starting to get restless.

“Brother Wei, but if I don’t cooperate with him now, what if he teams up with Wei and his gang in the market to get me?”

"I'm telling you to cooperate with Wo Luen Shing, not to cooperate with Ho Yiu Chung!"

Fat Deng raised his eyelids and glared at Blackie Rong, then spoke.

"Ho Yiu-chung's position in Wo Luen Shing is not stable. If he dies, I will still have some influence in Wo Luen Shing."

We'll then cultivate a new leader to take over, and he'll follow in your and Anle's footsteps to the very end!
I won't use my power to intimidate you. Once you've firmly established yourself as the bookmaker at Wo On Lok, it'll be just a matter of a word from you for Wo Luen Shing to withdraw from Macau!

A look of fear appeared on Hei Zai Rong's face.

"Brother Wei, this... colluding with other gang leaders to murder their own leader, isn't that a bit inappropriate?"

"What's wrong with that? I just want to restore peace and order to the Wo Shing Wo!
I've brought this matter out into the open, so are you still worried that I won't keep my promise?
"Hei Zai Rong, I advise you not to overthink it. Opportunity knocks but once. Take advantage of the current chaos in Macau and make a quick decision. Once He Yaozong has sidelined you, it will be too late for regrets!"

Hei Zai Rong sat blankly on the sofa, as if caught in a fierce internal struggle.

After a long silence, he finally spoke.

"I've known Brother Wei for so many years, I'll trust you one more time!"
Tell me, what do you need me to do?

"Simple!"

Fat Deng immediately replied, "Ho Yiu-chung is a bold and meticulous man. His security is even more comprehensive than that of the Governor of Hong Kong!"
That way, since he trusts you, invite him to have tea at Anle's place. Then, have a gunman kill him. Afterwards, spread the word that it was a gunman from the Number Gang!

"Damn it! What nonsense are you talking about, Brother Wei?"
If I kill him on my turf, won't I be stuck taking the blame?!

"Blackie Rong, cut the Gordian knot!"

Fat Deng could no longer remain calm and then spoke.

"As long as He Yaozong is dead, the final interpretation right will be in my hands."

I'm a gunman for the Number Gang, that's what a gunman for the Number Gang is!
Wo Luen Shing could also use this opportunity to eliminate the influence of the "Number Gang" in Macau, giving you absolute dominance there. What could be better than that?

Faced with Fat Deng's escalating offers, Blackie Rong was clearly tempted.

He fumbled for a cup of warm tea on the table, brought it to his lips, and took a sip.

He then gritted his teeth and said, "Brother Wei, back in the day you were famous throughout Hong Kong and Kowloon, I only had to say you were a bastard!"
I never expected that someone so old and cunning could be so malicious!

Okay, I'm betting on this one. I hope you keep your promise. If I can become the bookmaker in Macau in the future, I will never forget your great kindness, Brother Wei!

After being told that by Hei Zai Rong, even Fat Deng, who has a thick skin, couldn't help but feel embarrassed.

But only for a moment, Fat Deng's eyes regained their fierce look.

"Hey, you don't need to embarrass me!"

I just made it very clear that I did this in order to uphold the traditions of the Luen Shing Society over the past decades and for the future of the Luen Shing Society's nine districts!
Rules passed down for decades must not be ruined by one person!

After saying that, Fat Deng stood up, leaning on his cane, and actually stood in front of Blackie Rong, bowing shakily to him.

"Hei Zai Rong, the honor and disgrace of the He family are all in your hands!"

"Brother Wei, what are you doing?"

Hei Zai Rong quickly got up and helped Fei Deng up.

"Alright, I'll remember what you told me."

When you get back, tell me you've already reached an agreement with me!
I'll arrange the rest as soon as possible!

"Thank you!" Fat Deng burst into tears. The old man had been telling the rules to the Lian Sheng for decades, but at this moment, he had actually fooled him.

He was clearly holding his breath and couldn't swallow it, but he felt that he was doing it to protect the interests of the Ninth District Hall and to ensure that everyone in the Ninth District Hall had a seat.

As for why the former leader, Chik, was imprisoned, and how Lam Wai-lok of Jordan died, he remained silent.
After instructing his henchmen to see Fat Deng off, Blackie Rong sat down again.

He calmly finished his tea, then reached under the coffee table and pulled out a sophisticated recording device.

After fiddling with the recording equipment for a while, Hei Zai Rong couldn't help but shake his head.

"Brother Wei, what are you trying to achieve by doing this?"

He's been the boss for so many years, and he's been so powerful and influential in Wo Luen Shing. Now that he's almost buried in the ground, he's still coming out to compete with the younger generation!
"Haojiang isn't what you think. What era are we living in? Still clinging to those outdated rules? Why don't you go and overthrow the Qing Dynasty and restore the Ming?!"
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Upon arriving at the outer harbor pier, a sightseeing boat took Fei Deng back.

The boat sailed very slowly, from noon until 3:30 pm, before finally carrying Fat Tang back to Tsim Sha Tsui.

The henchmen arranged by Ho Yiu-chung to take Fat Tang back to Hong Kong helped Fat Tang up the long steps of the pier after he disembarked.

"Uncle Deng, the leader just called me."

He's very grateful to you for securing the junket business in Macau for the triad. He wants me to show you around Tsim Sha Tsui since we're disembarking there.

Fat Deng walked shakily to the car that had come to pick him up, then looked up at the towering buildings of Tsim Sha Tsui, and finally shook his head.

"No need, I'm a little tired. Take me home to rest first!"

The Tsim Sha Tsui site he once longed for is nothing compared to Ho Yiu-chung, who now makes him feel like he has a thorn in his side!
The accompanying henchmen didn't say much, but simply helped Fei Deng into the car, and then the vehicle started and drove all the way to Shixiawei.

After Fat Deng got out of the car, his henchmen did not follow.

This puzzled Fat Deng.

He glanced back at the henchman sitting in the car.

"What, aren't you coming up with me?"

"No, Uncle Deng, you mentioned before that we're all staying in your house all day, making it seem like we're spying on you."

"From now on, Uncle Deng, you'll be responsible for arranging your own daily needs and who takes care of you," Long said.

Fat Deng couldn't help but secretly breathe a sigh of relief.

It seems that this trip to Macau has completely fooled Ho Yiu-chung.

Without saying much, he slowly walked upstairs, leaning on his cane.

In the corridor of the tenement building, Fat Deng walked to his own door, only to find that the front door was wide open.

He was taken aback for a moment, then looked inside.

They discovered that He Yaozong was already sitting on their sofa, smoking a cigarette as if no one else was around.

Accompanying him was the shooting ranger who had returned from Macau with Ho Yiu-chung.

For a moment, Fat Deng seemed to realize something, but he still mustered his spirits and went inside.

The target shooter immediately got up, walked to the door, and closed it.

boom--

The heavy slam of the door closing was like a hammer blow to Fat Deng's chest.

"Uncle Deng, sit down and let's talk!"

He Yaozong threw his cigarette butt on the ground and stomped it out. He then took out a cassette tape from the ground and handed it to the target practicer who had returned.

Without saying much, Dabaizi walked straight to a tape recorder on the cabinet, loaded a tape, and Heizi Rong's voice immediately came out of the recorder.

"Hey Wei, long time no see! Long time no see!"

"It's been years, but you still look as radiant as ever, getting more energetic with age!"

……

Fat Deng, who had walked to the sofa, was ashen-faced. His legs could no longer support his obese body, and he collapsed onto the sofa with a thud.

Ho Yiu-chung gestured to the target shooter to turn off the recording, then looked at Fat Tang.

"I've never understood what you're thinking before."

"Is someone like you truly devoted to Wo Shing, or are you afraid that younger generations will rise up and take away your say in Wo Shing?"

Fat Deng didn't respond, but stared blankly at He Yaozong with a dazed expression.

But He Yaozong continued speaking.

"Today I've finally figured it out: an old man who doesn't die is a thief!"

If you don't like being spared to enjoy a peaceful life, then death will end it all.

Since you're so fond of talking about rules, let me ask you this: what are the rules for dealing with someone who colludes with outsiders to murder the head of a triad?

Fat Deng's lips trembled, but he ultimately said nothing.

He Yaozong sneered.

"Let me answer for you—those who collude with outsiders and frame their fellow disciples shall die by a thousand cuts!"

Fat Deng was struck dumb, his pupils contracting violently.

"He Yaozong, you are truly cunning and resourceful!"

People gather for mutual benefit; I should have known you'd already won over Hei Zai Rong!

He Yaozong got up, walked over to the tape recorder, and took out the tape.

“I’m worried that if this tape gets leaked, Uncle Deng, your reputation will be ruined in your later years.”

You're considered a highly respected senior figure at Wo Shing Pharma. I only have one question for you: is it about preserving your own dignity, or about me helping you save face?

Fat Deng remained silent, but his actions provided the answer.

Overwhelmed with grief, he didn't even touch his cane again.

He forced himself to stand up and staggered toward the kitchen.

The target shooter followed behind him, and Fat Deng filled a kettle with water and lit the gas stove in the kitchen.

Then half a pot of water was poured out, extinguishing the blue flame on the gas stove.

Then he placed the kettle on the gas stove and closed the kitchen window tightly.

He then walked out dejectedly, without saying a word, and went to the old-fashioned gramophone on the cabinet.

He Yaozong nodded at him.

“I often hear people say that when you first became the head of the organization, you performed dragon and lion dances in Yau Ma Tei, and all four chief detectives came to offer their congratulations.”

I will also hold your funeral according to the highest standards of the organization, making it a grand and prestigious affair!

After saying that, He Yaozong led the target practice team away.

All that was left for Fat Deng was the sound of the door slamming shut again!

The one I love has a smiling face.

He once gave me the light of spring in late autumn…

As the phonograph record turned, an old classic began to play.

Fat Deng stumbled to the sofa, crossed his arms, and sat down.

'I've been in this business since I was thirteen; there's no way I'm going to wash my hands of it!'

'Clubs need rules, and the nine districts need balance.'

"I also considered retiring back then, but those old guys told me that if you're going to retire, you have to retire with dignity, so that people will respect you in your old age."

……

Looking back on the past, it is still vivid in my mind.

Nearly sixty years of club life ultimately left only a mess.

He had heard countless stories of powerful figures in the underworld, and had once been famous throughout Hong Kong and Kowloon, spreading his own story to every corner of the triad.

He knew that in the world of business, being poor at midnight and rich at dawn is just a matter of a moment.

But he never imagined that his farewell would be so hasty.

The best outcome for him is to barely retain a semblance of dignity.

The smell of gas in the room grew stronger, and the Shar Pei tied to the corner began to bark wildly, sending chills down the spine.

Fat Deng didn't even have the strength to stand up.

He closed his eyes, slumped weakly against the sofa, and his consciousness gradually faded.

There was no strength left to fight for anything; on the road of life, there were only traps after traps.

One wrong step, and there's no turning back...

At 8:30 p.m., the dilapidated sports field in Shek Kip Mei Estate was suddenly surrounded by people.

Mao Dun was indeed a master at handling funeral arrangements.

Less than two hours after news of Fat Deng's death spread, he had already arranged all the funeral procedures.

Since the person who died in this case was a heavyweight, bigwigs from all the major triads in Hong Kong came in droves to pay their respects. Even the Organized Crime and Triad Bureau sent two teams to Shek Kip Mei to maintain order.

As the head of the triad, Ho Yiu-chung naturally took his place at the funeral hall early on.

To his surprise, the first group from other triads to come and pay their respects was actually the Hung Hing Sai Wan Chui Shui Kei.

“Baki, the leader of the Hung Hing Society’s Sai Wan branch, presents a pair of wreaths and a condolence payment of HK$50,000!”

As the emcee announced the news at the entrance, Ho Yiu-chung immediately stood up.

Looking outside the mourning hall, I saw Chui Shui-kei dressed in a black suit, looking grief-stricken, leading three or five henchmen as he strode toward the mourning hall.

(End of this chapter)