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

Chapter 152 What a sin! White silver paper, just given to a poor wretch like that!

A policeman led the way and knocked on the door of a tin-roofed shack.

Someone immediately asked the person who opened the door in Vietnamese.

"Ruan Hao?"

"Yes!"

The person who opened the door was a man with a buzz cut and a flustered expression.

He was holding half a chewed cornbread in his hand, staring blankly at the group of constables.

Those who usually come to visit the refugee camp are mostly staff or volunteers from various welfare organizations on Hong Kong Island.

If the police come in person to take the person away, then they only face two possible outcomes—

They can either pass the review, obtain legal status as a resident, and leave this stinking refugee camp.

They're either being sent back, which is worse than just letting them die in the refugee camp!
The two outcomes were worlds apart, leaving the man named Ruan Hao visibly nervous.

The officer who was asking the question merely glanced at him coldly before speaking.

How many people came here by boat together?

"Ten, one of the brothers died of dysentery last month!"

"You don't have a wife, children, or elderly parents, do you?"

“Officer, all nine of us brothers are strong and capable laborers. We can definitely stay and contribute to the development of Hong Kong Island!”

Ruan Hao spoke these words in broken Cantonese, which made the questioning officer's face light up with joy.

"Not bad, you even know a little bit of Cantonese!"

Stop fussing around, gather all nine of you brothers, and meet at the main entrance of the shelter in a bit!

Ruan Hao could not contain his joy and immediately bowed repeatedly to express his gratitude.

From the policeman's words, he could easily tell that his group had a very good chance of obtaining legal residency in Hong Kong!
About ten minutes later, the nine Vietnamese boys were led outside the camp, like sheep, to a correctional facility building.

Inside a conference room, a police officer in uniform, carrying a large sack, sat at his desk, making marks on a roster with a pen.

"Inspector Zhao, the person has been brought!"

The conference room door opened, and the officer who had questioned the officers at the camp earlier, along with nine Vietnamese men, stood before the senior inspector.

The senior inspector nodded to his subordinate, who then stepped aside.

Snapped--

The policeman slammed his pen on the table, picked up the roster, and stood up.

Who is Ruan Hao?

The man, who called himself Ruan Hao, was eager to make a name for himself and immediately answered in broken Cantonese without waiting for the police officer next to him to translate.

"Sir, I am Ruan Hao!"

This made the officer who was asking the question raise an eyebrow and a smile appear on his lips.

"That's right. Just because you can understand what I'm saying, I have to congratulate you. It's only a matter of time before you leave the White Rock Refugee Camp!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the policeman's expression hardened.

He immediately said, "Listen carefully, my name is Zhao Junle, and I will be in charge of most of your approval procedures from now on!"

Whether you nine brothers can get out of the White Stone Refugee Camp depends on whether you listen to our orders!
"When I ask you anything later, you must answer truthfully. If I find out that you have told even half a lie, your nine brothers will definitely be on the list of those to be sent back to Vietnam next month!"

The carrot and stick approach immediately silenced the nine Vietnamese men.

"Inspector Zhao, we'll follow your orders!"

Zhao Junle nodded and then asked a question.

"In my heart, I ask you, is your name Ruan Hao?"

These words immediately startled the man who had replied, and he began to stammer, unsure how to answer.

Zhao Junle sneered, but didn't make things too difficult for him.

I think your name should be Gao Feng!

You are not an economic refugee, you are a political refugee.

Back then, you served in the 3rd Company of the 35th Regiment of the South Vietnamese Third Army. You were the squad leader of the 5th Platoon of the 3rd Company. During the Cao Bang Campaign, you led your entire platoon to desert and have been wanted by the Vietnamese authorities for years.

You hid and fled, and finally, you had no choice but to take a boat to Hong Kong Island, right?

Upon realizing that his identity had been exposed, Gao Feng immediately lowered his head as if deflated.

Finally, he actually knelt down in front of Zhao Junle with a thud.

"Inspector Zhao, we really don't want to die!"

"During these years living in refugee camps on Hong Kong Island, we have always kept to ourselves, learned Cantonese, and learned how to be law-abiding Hong Kong Islanders..."

"Shut up! I remember you guys were part of the refugee camp riots two years ago!"
You dare talk to me about being law-abiding? Do you even look at yourself like a law-abiding person?

“Inspector Zhao, when you wanted to deport us, we didn’t resist, and we were going to die!”
What's wrong with wanting to live? We just want to survive!

Zhao Junle's expression grew increasingly satisfied.

Very well, he wants to select these Vietnamese youths with a strong will to survive and no other way out from the refugee camp.

"Gao Feng, stand up first! No one said you wouldn't be allowed to live!"

As Zhao Jun laughed, Gao Feng stood up shakily, staring expectantly at the 'judge' who held the power over his life and death.

After a series of combined threats and inducements, he was completely subdued by Zhao Junle.

Without a doubt, Zhao Junle would do anything for him now, as long as he wasn't sent back!
"Listen up, I'm taking you guys back to pack your things later."

A car will come to pick you up tonight to take you to the shelter in Mount Davis. I will explain to you in detail what needs to be done afterward when I get to Mount Davis.

Just remember, whether you can stay on Hong Kong Island is something you have to fight for yourself!

……

Songkhla, Thailand.

Inside the cell where Hong Wengang was holding the piglets, a man wearing a white shirt and a black vest, with a stern expression, accompanied Zhang Hanshou into the cell.

"Gao Jin, have you had your blood drawn for testing?"

"The mayor can't wait any longer. If possible, I'll arrange surgery for him immediately!"

Accompanying Zhang Hanshou into the cell was Gao Jin, the prison warden.

Gao Jin nodded: "The sampling has been completed, and the heart sample is a perfect match for the mayor."

Mr. Hong has already given instructions that Mr. Zhang can take people out at any time!

"Then don't wait any longer, I'll arrange for someone to come and pick you up in a bit!"

As they spoke, the two arrived at the entrance of a cell where female prisoners were held.

At that moment, two prison guards were dragging two unconscious female prisoners out of the women's prison, preparing to take them to the infirmary for blood tests.

When the female prisoners in the cell saw Gao Jin, they all looked as if they had seen a ghost.

In the dimly lit space, only pairs of desperate eyes radiated an eerie, ghostly light.

Who is it?

Zhang Han looked around the prison from outside and then asked Gao Jin.

Gao Jin pointed to a woman huddled in a corner, her face pale and her hair dry and yellow.

Zhang Hanshou couldn't help but frown.

“Bring her out and arrange a room for her alone.”

Many people here are sick; let's not let this corrupt the mayor's spirit!

"it is good!"

Gao Jin nodded indifferently, then beckoned a prison guard over and signaled him to bring out the woman named Li Yongzhi.

As the prison guards entered the cell, a new disturbance immediately ensued.

When Li Yongzhi saw that the prison guards had targeted her, she immediately let out a desperate scream.

In a fit of rage, Li Yongzhi bit the prison guard.

Those detained here know that once they are taken away, there is no possibility of ever returning.

The prison guard was already used to this. He pulled his hand away, stood up straight, took out a leather whip from behind him, and lashed Li Yongzhi across the back.

"asshole!"

Zhang Hanshou got angry and immediately strode over and kicked the prison guard in the back.

Caught off guard, the prison guard was kicked to the ground by Zhang Hanshou.

Turning around blankly, he saw Zhang Hanshou's face full of anger, and a pistol pointed at his head.

"Secretary Zhang..."

“Listen, I will not allow her to be harmed in any way before she performs the heart transplant for the mayor!”
"If I see you behaving violently towards her again, I'll rip your insides out and feed them to the dogs!"

Zhang Hanshou warned the prison guard in Thai.

Li Yongzhi couldn't understand what the two were saying, but seeing that the prison guards had become more obedient, she assumed that her father, who worked in Hong Kong, had come to rescue her.

Their emotions calmed down quickly, and they stopped making a fuss.

As Zhang Hanshou put away his gun, the prison guard quickly got up from the ground, bowed to Zhang Hanshou, and then helped Li Yongzhi walk out of the cell.

Zhang Hanshou then walked out of the cell, put away his pistol, and patted Gao Jin on the shoulder. "I've gone to schedule the surgery. I'll come pick him up tonight at the latest."

Make sure she gets at least a decent meal; don't mistreat her!

Gao Jin nodded indifferently, and when Zhang Hanshou was about to leave, he reached out and grabbed Zhang Hanshou again.

"Secretary Zhang!"

Zhang Hanshou adjusted his glasses, turned his head and asked.

"Anything else?"

"My boss is also nearing his breaking point. Do you have any news about his heart condition?"

"I'll try my best!"

Zhang Hanshou pulled his arm away from Gao Jin's hand and strode out of the prison, seemingly not wanting to stay there for even a moment longer.

After Zhang Hanshou left, Gao Jin remained standing in the same spot. Before long, some of his henchmen approached him.

"Warden, that undercover police officer on Hong Kong Island has been matched with a Malaysian boss for a kidney."

The other party is asking for 1.2 million baht and wants the surgery performed in Songkhla tonight!

Gao Jin nodded: "Did you tell them that they can get a discount if they have surgery at our hospital?"

Hong Wengang instructed him to deal with the undercover policeman as soon as he found a buyer.

The henchman shook his head.

"The other party has already made an appointment at the hospital!"

"Who introduced this Malaysian boss?"

"Seventh Uncle from Singapore!"

"okay, I get it."

……

The men's prison next door was having its outdoor exercise time.

Prison guard Achai walked up to a man with a full beard and a crew cut and handed him a half-smoked cigarette.

"Jay, I might not be able to help you!"

Chen Zhijie, who had just taken the cigarette, was about to take a puff when he suddenly heard A-Cai's words and immediately put the cigarette back down.

"What do you mean? You don't want to save your daughter anymore!"

"I can donate bone marrow to your daughter; she needs me to save her!"

"Keep your voice down!"

Ah Chai looked helpless and finally squatted down.

"I just received news that your life has been bought by a Malaysian boss."

They will take you to the Ramati Hospital in the suburbs for surgery before 6 p.m. tonight.

I will try my best to help you escape on the way to the hospital.

If you are lucky enough to survive, don't forget the promise you made to me!

Chen Zhijie's expression became more serious than ever before.

He was entrusted by his uncle Chen Guohua to go undercover in Thailand to investigate an international human smuggling case, but his identity was exposed and he was taken into custody by Hong Wengang's men.

In this prison, Chen Zhijie witnessed firsthand the cold-bloodedness of people like Hong Wengang.

Their cold-bloodedness transcends the realm of humanity.

In their eyes, these prisoners were nothing more than livestock with price tags, ready to be slaughtered at will.

Now that Chen Zhijie has been chosen by a buyer, it's time for him to be put on the chopping block.

Chen Zhijie gritted his teeth, then grabbed the half-smoked cigarette and took a deep drag.

He exhaled a long puff of smoke and looked at the prison guard, Achai, in front of him.

"Brother, if I survive this, bring your daughter to Hong Kong Island to find me."

I arranged her surgery on Hong Kong Island, and I've covered all the medical expenses for you!

Swah——

Upon receiving Chen Zhijie's reply, Achai immediately took out a pair of handcuffs from behind his waist.

Chen Zhijie was slightly taken aback, but then he heard A-Chai speak.

"I'm here on orders to take you out. I'll give you the key to the handcuffs in a bit."

They might give you anesthesia in the car beforehand, and I'll try to find an opportunity to switch the medication later.

Don't make a sound, just pretend you're unconscious. Once you get to the hospital, your chances of getting out of trouble will greatly increase!

After saying that, A-Chai put the handcuffs on Chen Zhijie's wrists, then stood up, put his palms together, and muttered something as if he were praying to Buddha for protection.

However, in Chen Zhijie's eyes, A-Chai seemed to be reciting scriptures to help him pass on to the afterlife. For a moment, he felt a mix of emotions and didn't know what to say.

At 5 p.m., when Chen Zhijie was taken to the ambulance parked at the prison gate, he discovered in despair that A-Chai had not accompanied him at all.

Perhaps it was because Achai and he had been getting too close lately that the prison authorities became suspicious.

He was being carried to the ambulance with two prison guards holding guns to his back. In the back of the ambulance, a doctor with a syringe was already waiting, obviously preparing to inject him with an anesthetic. Once he fell asleep, he might never wake up again.

Just as Chen Zhijie was about to steel himself and fight to the death, he saw the doctor wearing a mask inadvertently shake his head at him.

As the doctor approached Chen Zhijie with a syringe in hand, he greeted him in a barely audible voice.

"Chen Guohua asked me to pick you up."

One sentence instantly widened Chen Zhijie's eyes, and the enormous weight in his heart seemed to lift as well...
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Hong Kong Island, Victoria Peak Mid-Levels.

Cai Yuanqi took a trip to Wan Chai today, and then returned to his residence, where he spent the whole day dealing with the relocation of refugees.

He went to great lengths this time; all the refugees transferred to the Mosin Ridge refugee camp were desperate bandits from Vietnam.

Without exaggeration, no matter what He Yaozong's purpose was in expelling these people, they would absolutely not accept them back. So the only option left was repatriation.

If Ho Yiu-chung dares to stand up and advocate for the repatriation of these Vietnamese, these Vietnamese will definitely stand up and fight Ho Yiu-chung to the death.

These Vietnamese will treat Ho Yiu-chung the same way the rioters in Kowloon Walled City treated their police force.

In Cai Yuanqi's view, it would be best if these Vietnamese guys could take down He Yaozong.

However, he didn't think these Vietnamese guys had the ability. As long as Ho Yiu-chung resorted to violence and someone on the Vietnamese side died, he could withdraw his public opinion and wouldn't have to be afraid of harming the innocent.

The police force is being reoriented to launch a new and deadly crackdown on Wo Luen Shing, with a legitimate mandate!

Just as Cai Yuanqi was about to put down the list and have a sip of tea, a subordinate knocked on the door of his study.

"Enter!"

The person who came was Zhao Junle, whom he had temporarily assigned to the Political Department and entrusted with an important task.

Zhao Junle came to report on the containment work at Moxingling, and he was carrying an evening newspaper.

"Sir!"

After saluting Cai Yuanqi and receiving his permission, Zhao Junle walked over with the newspaper and handed it to Cai Yuanqi.

"Director, take a look at this news!"

"What news?"

Cai Yuanqi took the newspaper and looked in the direction Zhao Junle pointed. His expression gradually became serious.

The newspaper report concerns a reassuring speech given by Ho Yiu-chung this afternoon at Lok Fu Estate.

This wouldn't have been a big deal, since Wei Yixin had instructed the land administration to appease He Yaozong and quell the public anger in Kowloon Walled City, which was one of the conditions they were exchanging.

What truly caught Cai Yuanqi's attention was that He Yaozong, under the name of Heng Yao Real Estate, announced the establishment of a housing estate mutual aid fund in Lok Fu Estate!
He pledged to provide 300 million yuan in cash as seed money, and subsequently invest 5% of Hengyao Real Estate's annual net income into the foundation, specifically to help citizens who are unable to continue their lives due to various reasons.

Furthermore, Ho Yiu-chung promised that the foundation would continue operating until the day he stops breathing.

The foundation is independent of any assets under Ho Yiu Chung's name, and even if Heng Yiu Properties goes bankrupt, the funds stored in the foundation will not be moved.

The target beneficiary groups that this foundation is currently selecting are even more intriguing.

They are mostly people with serious illnesses, barely clinging to life, and with elderly parents and young children to support.

Just like the driver who killed He Guozheng before, Cai Yuanqi could see at a glance that He Yaozong was using the name of the foundation to raise assassins!
He had already considered that if something were to happen to Ho Yiu-chung, causing the foundation to cease operations, how many desperate individuals would take a gamble and resort to extreme measures to quell their anger.

If Ho Yiu-chung previously used this card for practical purposes, then making it public now is a blatant act of intimidation!
In response, Cai Yuanqi could only sigh inwardly that those who served as Governors of Hong Kong had a more far-sighted perspective.

If order on Hong Kong Island gets out of control, the blame will fall entirely on him, the Commissioner of Police.

Fortunately, Wei Yixin pointed him in the right direction!

Putting down the newspaper, Cai Yuanqi couldn't help but speak angrily.

"What a waste! All that money is being given to these poor bastards!"

What exactly is He Yaozong's background, and where did he get all this money from?

Upon hearing this, Zhao Junle immediately shared his guess.

"Director, given He Yaozong's wealth, I don't think he can access so much legitimate cash flow."

His bank asset flow records are kept at a very high level of confidentiality, and no matter how we investigate, we can't find the source.

In my opinion, it must be the mainland that's supporting him. Otherwise, how could a triad thug like him be qualified to stand up and challenge you, Director?!

(End of this chapter)