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

Chapter 124 Number Gang Child Prodigy

Inside He Yaozong's office at He Tai Tea House.

Sai Wai made a cup of tea for Dongguan Boy, placed it on the tea table in front of him, and then left.

"please!"

He Yaozong leaned back in his boss's chair and waved to the Dongguan guy.

Looking down at the steaming cup of Tieguanyin tea, the Dongguan boy seemed a little reserved.

But she still picked up the tea and took a sip.

"Thank you for offering the tea, Master!"

"Don't be so formal. Letting you come to my Sham Shui Po to start a business means I consider you one of my own."

As he spoke, He Yaozong opened a drawer, took out a box of cigars, and tossed one to Dongguan Boy.

"The Havana cigars were given to me by Jiang Tiansheng. I've never gotten used to smoking this one."

"Order one and try it. If you like it, take the whole box home later."

Dongguan Boy caught the cigar, quickly lit it, took a puff, and at the same time gave He Yaozong a fawning smile.

He Yaozong spoke again.

"I heard from Uncle Quan that you used to collect exorbitant fees for people in Guangzhou, back in Guangdong Province?"

The Dongguan guy quickly responded.

"That happened three years ago. I almost got arrested by the police back then."

"If Uncle Quan hadn't spent money to settle things, he probably wouldn't be out yet!"

"Indeed, Uncle Quan can be considered your benefactor."

"Uncle Quan, Brother Hei, and Boss Long are all benefactors to me, Dongguan Boy!"

"Alright, let's get down to business."

When you were working in Guangzhou, did you know someone named Greyhound?

"Greyhound?"

The Dongguan guy, with a cigar between his fingers, thought for a moment, then asked another question.

"Dragon Head, I've never heard of a character named Greyhound in Guangzhou."

Ho Yiu-chung further reminded him: "It seems that the leader of the number gang was recruited to Hong Kong Island last year by Bearded Yung of the Yi Zi group."

Do you remember how they specialized in sand-grabbing and land acquisition in the eighteen villages of Yuen Long?

Dongguan boy immediately slapped his forehead.

"Dragon Head, are you talking about Zhao Yonghui from the Number Gang?"

This guy used to be quite famous in Yuexiu, but he was too wild and it was common for him to be pulled in for discipline.

Two years ago, I heard that he was arrested and spent a year in re-education camp for helping people lend money at exorbitant interest rates.

There's been no word from him since he came out. I heard he went to Hong Kong Island with someone. I suppose the greyhound you're talking about is this crazy guy!

He Yaozong nodded, then asked.

"Could you tell me about this greyhound's family situation?"

"An orphan, his mother died of cancer, and his father was run over by a dump truck at a construction site."

This kind of person has been unsupervised since childhood, has become wild and lawless, and thinks that no one can control him.

Otherwise, how could he have become the leader of a juvenile gang in Yuexiu District!

"Very good, listen to Dongguan boy!"

He Yaozong's tone suddenly became more forceful, and Dongguan boy quickly listened attentively.

“I obtained a permit for the use of male children in Po Lok Fong, Yuen Long, but this Greyhound and his gang of scions started causing trouble for me.”

As you know, we're the kind of people who cut down criminals one by one, but we're always hesitant to deal with these immature kids.

Go find this Greyhound for me and talk to him face-to-face. Most importantly, find out which Boy Scouts he's working with in the New Territories.

Dongguan guy chimed in: "This bastard is already eighteen. He dares to mess with our Wo Shing Wo. Why don't we just find him and kill him outright?"

"That's not appropriate! The situation at Baolefang is a bit complicated, and I can't explain it to you clearly for now."

However, when the juvenile gang comes out to cause trouble, I always feel like someone is setting a trap for me.

In short, you need to arrange a meeting with this Greyhound for me first. If we can talk, we can talk slowly.

If you can't reach an agreement, you should at least let me know first. I'll then explain to you what to do next!

"it is good!"

The boy from Dongguan simply nodded solemnly and said no more.

Then He Yaozong asked.

"How's the chilled seafood business going lately?"

"That's wonderful! Boss, thanks to your help, Uncle Quan brings over several truckloads of chilled seafood from the mainland every day."

Pengcheng Foreign Trade Department personally took Uncle Quan to visit the breeding farm under the security guard's jurisdiction.

Even when Brother Hei sent a large airship to transport pork trotters to Shekou during this period, no watercraft came to chase after them!

He Yaozong couldn't help but smile knowingly: "Grandpa has to go eat a bowl of braised pork knuckle rice after work, right?"

As long as you don't sell counterfeit goods, no one will keep an eye on you.

"Boss, the frozen food business is booming now. We in Tai Po have even stopped doing business with the 'shaking boy'!"

The Dongguan guy, with a cigar between his fingers, stood up with a smile, then immediately knew it was time to get down to business.

"I'll take some men to Yuen Long to find Greyhound first, and then give the leader a reply later."

After saying that, Dongguan boy turned to leave, but was stopped by He Yaozong.

"Wait!"

"Boss, is there anything else?"

"How does the cigar taste?"

The Dongguan guy, with a cigar between his fingers, glanced at it and laughed, "Strong, very good!"

"Then take this box of eggs with you. Also, ever since Chik-chicken was sent to Stanley, no one has been taking care of the branch in Wan Chai."

"Do a good job, and if you do well, we'll expand the chilled seafood business to Wan Chai too!"

As He Yaozong spoke, he threw the box of cigars on the table. Upon hearing this, Dongguan Boy's eyes immediately lit up with ecstasy.

He put the cigar in his mouth, respectfully picked up the box of cigars with both hands, bit down hard on the cigar, and hurriedly thanked He Yaozong.

"Thank you for your consideration, Boss! Thank you!"

I will definitely handle this matter perfectly!

In Tai Kei Leng, Yuen Long, several members of the number gang were squatting on a pile of steel bars next to a construction site.

Three thugs dressed in outlandish clothes and with incredibly avant-garde hairstyles, led by a young man with a buzz cut, walked to the side of the construction site.

After stopping, the buzz-cut boy walked up to a man with a side parting and then pointed to a thug with an afro behind him.

"Brother Greyhound, this is the prince's flying eagle."

Their group was quite famous in the Prince's area. They came to pay their respects, hoping to find work in the Eighteen Villages with Greyhound.

The man with his hair parted in a 2/8 shape tossed his hair, revealing a hideous and terrifying scar on his forehead.

He casually dangled a cigarette between his teeth and gave the group of thugs a cold glance.

"Did you bring the 366 red envelopes for the door-to-door greetings?"

"I brought it, Greyhound Bro!"

A young thug with an afro and a lip piercing immediately reached into his pocket, took out a red envelope, and respectfully handed it to Greyhound.

Greyhound took the red envelope, opened it, glanced at it, and then spoke.

"You're Flying Eagle?"

"That's right!"

"Where are the two of them?"

As Greyhound spoke, his gaze fell on the two young men behind Flying Eagle.

One of the two thugs had medium-length dreadlocks, and the other had extremely exaggerated red hair.

Upon hearing this, the dreadlocked man immediately snatched the red envelope from the red-haired boy's hand and handed it to the greyhound.

After counting the money, Greyhound threw away the three cleaned red envelopes and stuffed the cash into his pocket.

He then had the crew-cut thug hand out cigarettes to each of the three men.

He said, "Once you've become my disciple, you won't be able to leave even if you want to."

The Eighteen Villages can't compare to your Prince Village, but working in this area, you earn more every day than you collect protection money at school, and every night there are plenty of girls waiting for you to seduce them.

But there's a condition: I want to know if you guys have the guts?

"You've got guts! Greyhound, we're naturally bold. Just say the word and we'll do anything!"

Eagle immediately picked up the conversation and pledged his loyalty to Greyhound.

Greyhound couldn't help but chuckle softly.

"Since you've got the guts, how about you go to Bao Le Fang tonight and burn down the Housing Authority's house for me?!"

These words immediately stunned the three thugs.

The three of them were just finished with Form Five.

The wildest thing he ever did at Prince Edward was smashing the head of a Form Six student at school.

They've just started paying respects to Greyhound, and now they're being asked to set fire to the estate committee's properties. They're having a hard time accepting this.

Greyhound's face hardened: "You don't even dare to do this little thing, yet you dare to come and pay your respects to me?"

Ah Can, give each of them two steel bars and send them back to the Crown Prince.

If I ever see him in Yuen Long again, I'll break his arms!

Faced with Greyhound's aggressive demeanor, Flying Eagle immediately panicked.

"Greyhound Bro, we dare to do it, we dare to do it!"

"You dare to do it?"

Greyhound straightened up and stood in front of Flying Eagle. He then let out a cold laugh, reached behind his waist with his right hand, pulled out a dagger, and shoved it into Flying Eagle's hand.

"Listen carefully, after we light the fire tonight, there's one more thing we need to do!"
There's an old man named Chan Po Sang at the Po Lok Fong Housing Authority, and I really dislike him.

"You two go stab him twice, and then come find me at YOHO Bar in Yuen Long Plaza. I'll arrange two girls for each of you to celebrate your victory!"

Greyhound's leader, Ah Chan, immediately slapped Flying Eagle on the head.

"Did you hear me? You guys aren't still virgins, are you?"

Eagle gripped the dagger tremblingly and quickly nodded to Greyhound.

This gesture pleased Greyhound greatly. He reached out, grabbed the back of Flying Eagle's head, shook it twice, and then grinned maliciously.

"Follow me, we'll do the most ruthless things and live the happiest lives!"
They don't even dare to poke at people, so they're not qualified to come and pay homage to the Number Gang.

You guys go back and get ready. If things don't go well tonight, I'll be the one causing you trouble!

As he spoke, Greyhound led a group of gang members, laughing and joking, towards a van parked next to the construction site.

Only Flying Eagle and his two companions remained standing there, looking at each other in bewilderment.

"Brother Flying Eagle, what should we do now?"

After Greyhound drove away in the van, Red Hair, looking terrified, asked the leader, Flying Eagle, a question.

"Since we've already paid our respects, of course we'll follow suit!"

Look at Greyhound, so young, yet he's carrying a big-phone. Working for him, you're sure to amount to something!

Flying Eagle glanced at the dejected look on his face, then looked at the departing van, his eyes filled with longing and envy.

If we're talking about those scoundrels who still fondly remember their Form Six days, every single one of them was a potential gangster.

However, even ordinary clubs emphasize a gradual approach.

When people go out to pay respects to powerful figures, they usually start from the bottom, like parking attendants or errand runners.

If you catch the eye of a big shot, you'll be 'fortunate' enough to receive their guidance, be officially registered in the organization, and become member number 49.

Once you've done the job, you're qualified to work as a stuntman, a son-in-law, or a stable boy, depending on your skills.

He's basically set on making a living as a gangster for the first half of his life.

However, there is still a long way to go. In other words, if one or two of these gangsters are clever enough to know that the gangster path is not viable, they can leave the gang, go home and continue to play the good boy, and find another way to make a living.

But the number gangs are different!

Basically, once you join the Children's Party, there's no turning back!
At Yuen Long Plaza, a van was parked in front of a tea restaurant.

Just as the Greyhound crew was about to get off the bus for a meal, Toastmasters' Ah Chan's cell phone suddenly rang.

He respectfully handed the phone to Greyhound, who snatched it and pressed the answer button without thinking.

"Which one?"

"Greyhound, where are you now?"

Upon hearing the voice on the phone, Greyhound immediately dropped his arrogant expression.

The person who called him was A-Wu, the big boss of the Number Gang.

"Brother Wu, what's up with calling me?"

"It's nothing important, it's just that someone contacted me and said they wanted to talk to you about something."

So, haven't you had a meal yet?

Come to Rongxing Tea Restaurant in Fengchi Village later; afternoon tea will be taken care of!

Greyhound, phone in hand, leaned against the van door.

"Brother Wu, please explain clearly first, who is looking for me?"

"Hey, you guys from Wo Luen Shing, you've been causing trouble in Po Lok Fong lately, so Wo Luen Shing asked me to come out and be the peacemaker!"

"Hey, they've been very kind to you, come out and let's talk!"

"Brother Wu, if it's someone from Wo Shing Wo, then forget it."

It's not that I'm disrespecting you, but Brother Yong told me there's nothing to discuss about this.

The voice on the other end of the phone immediately turned cold.

"You don't like giving me face?"

That one question immediately made Greyhound change his mind.

"Never mind, Brother Wu. Back when I was in mainland China, I received your help. This time, I'll just consider it repaying that favor."

However, let me make this clear first: in the past, people from Tung Wo Luen Shing could negotiate deals, but whether or not a deal was reached was none of my business!

"Alright, enough chit-chat. 4:20, we'll be waiting for you at Xingrong Tea Restaurant!"

A-Wu left a message on the other end of the phone and then hung up.

Toastmaster Ah Chan quickly came over.

"Hey Greyhound, what does Brother Wu want with you?"

"He's acting as a peacemaker for Wo Shing Pharma!"

"Damn it! Screw him!"
He's a big shot who just got out of prison, and we're not even from the same academic background as him, why should we give him so much face?

Snapped--

A crisp slap landed on Ah-Can's face, and then Greyhound, clutching his cell phone in one hand, raised the other and delivered another slap.

"Damn it! You want to teach me how to do things?!"

"Greyhound Bro, I..."

"Let's go! To Rongxing Tea Restaurant!"

Rongxing Tea Restaurant had already been cleared out.

The boy from Dongguan was sitting at a dining table, shoveling rice into his mouth.

Behind him, the dining table was already filled with a group of thugs who had come from Tai Po, each of them picking at their food.

Greyhound led his men into the tea restaurant. At the entrance, a henchman from the "Gift" gang greeted him and then pointed towards the Dongguan guy's area.

Greyhound didn't say much, and led his men toward Dongguanzi.

"Are you with Wo Shing?"

Dongguan Boy dropped his chopsticks, grabbed a napkin to wipe his mouth, and nodded at the greyhound standing in front of him.

"That's right, Dongguan guy from Tai Po, have a seat!"

Greyhound glanced down at the food on the table and couldn't help but feel annoyed.

The dishes were good, with fish and chicken, but they were wolfed down by the Dongguan guy, so they don't look very appetizing now.

He pulled out a chair and sat down. Greyhound tore open a set of sealed cutlery, picked up a pair of chopsticks and stirred them in the pork offal soup. Then he threw the chopsticks on the ground and spat into the soup.

"You came to me to settle things, and you're offering me something like food?"

The Dongguan guy just sneered: "Six dishes and a soup, the fish tastes like fish, the chicken tastes like chicken, what more could you want?"

"Then I'll talk nonsense to you!"

Greyhound slammed his hand on the table, about to get up, when he heard Dongguan Boy shout.

"Sit down!!"

Greyhound's expression turned cold, and then he blew on the bangs that were covering his right eye.

He placed both hands on the table and looked at Dongguan boy with a cold smile.

"What else?"

Dongguan boy took out a cigarette from his pocket, handed one to Greyhound.

But the greyhound lifted him up and slapped him away.

The Dongguan guy wasn't angry; he simply leaned back in his chair and leisurely lit a cigarette.

Dongguan Boy blew a puff of smoke onto Greyhound's face, then pointed at Greyhound with his cigarette between his fingers.

"Back when I was in Guangzhou, I had already heard about your Greyhound's exploits."

"You think you're so great, running all the way to Hong Kong Island, and now you even dare to cause trouble for Wo Luen Shing!"

The greyhound just sneered, then turned its head away, pretending not to hear.

"and then?"

"Then it's best not to bring your people to cause trouble at Baolefang."

This time you've messed with the head of Wo Luen Shing. I'm afraid even the Yi family won't be able to protect you!

The Dongguan boy looked at the greyhound with a half-smile, when suddenly the greyhound sprang up.

"Flop!!"

With a curse, Greyhound overturned the dining table in front of him.

A table full of leftover food, along with some soup, was spilled on Dongguan boy.

The Dongguan guy couldn't dodge in time and managed to kick the table leg to back away, but he still ended up getting drenched in soup.

Fortunately, the soup had cooled down, but even so, he still looked somewhat disheveled.

"Your mother!"

"You idiot, you're asking for it!"

The group of thugs behind Dongguan Boy immediately slammed their fists on the table and stood up. However, since they were on someone else's turf, they hadn't brought any weapons with them beforehand.

They simply rolled up their sleeves, grabbed stools, and headed to stop Greyhound and his group.

Greyhound glared, flicked his bangs, and immediately pulled out a kukri from behind his back.

"Anyone who dares to come closer, I'll kill them!"

"stop!"

Dongguan boy reached out and brushed the food off his head, his face turning unusually cold.

If it weren't for the fact that the boss had given instructions, he would want to kill this arrogant young punk right now.

Greyhound, I'm asking you one last time!
"Does it really have to cause trouble at Baolefang?"

Greyhound gritted his teeth and nodded, then swung his knife and slashed at the chair he had just been sitting on.

The kukri was incredibly sharp, splitting the back of the wooden chair in two with a single stroke.

He then drew his knife and pointed it at Dongguan Boy.

"I'm giving Brother Wu face this time, but if I see you here again next time, I'll chop you to pieces!"

With that, Greyhound waved his hand and led a few thugs out of the tea restaurant with an air of arrogance.

(End of this chapter)