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

Chapter 154 Zhang Hanshou: Mayor, you're doing this so you can live a better life in her place.

Chen Zhijie put down his chopsticks and took out a napkin to wipe his mouth.

"All the leads we had found earlier disappeared during the time I was detained."

However, I have already figured out Hong Wengang's human smuggling routes.

However, he imprisoned the trafficked people in the Songkhla prison. If we want to follow the trail and uncover Hong Wengang's dirty secrets, we may have to work with the Thai police.

Uncle, do you think the Thai police will cooperate with us?

"Instead of hoping that the Thai police will cooperate with us in handling the case, you might as well hope that Jesus himself will come down to earth and preach the gospel to you."

They and Hong Wengang are in cahoots; otherwise, why do you think Hong Wengang would have set up a detention center in Thailand?

Chen Guohua's expression turned serious.

Previously at the Chiang family villa, he remained silent when faced with Ho Yiu-chung's questions, simply because he didn't want to drag the police into the mess.

But that doesn't stop him from wanting to bring Hong Wengang to justice.

Especially when he learned that Hong Wengang, that beast, even dared to make a move on Li Zhongzhi's daughter, it strengthened his resolve.

Chen Zhijie took the cigarette box placed in front of Chen Guohua, took out a cigarette and lit it.

"Uncle, I met a prison guard named Wenchai in a Thai prison. He saved my life."

His daughter has leukemia, and my bone marrow is a match for hers.

"You mean, let this Thai guy named Wenchai come to Hong Kong to testify against Hong Wengang?!"

“That’s right, but uncle, when I was undercover in Thailand, I was discovered by Hong Wengang’s men. It was probably someone from the Political Department who tipped me off!”

I want to expose Hong Wengang and his dirty dealings with the Political Department before he is executed!

Chen Guohua slammed his hand on the table.

"Zhijie, you're not allowed to talk about this anymore."

"Why?! These foreigners almost killed me!"

"David is dead now. He was beaten to death by the residents of Kowloon Walled City, right outside Kai Tak Airport!"

You should think about your future, why waste your breath arguing with a dead man?!

Chen Guohua grabbed Chen Zhijie's arm, then softened his tone and spoke earnestly.

"You suffered so much injustice in Thailand this time, and almost lost your life, all in the process of solving the case."

Don't act impulsively, okay? Calm down. Following those gangsters won't get you anywhere!

Chen Zhijie looked up, his eyes sharpening.

He looked at his uncle with disbelief, his eyebrows slightly raised.

"Uncle, I remember when I entered the police academy, you told me personally that to be a policeman, you had to be an impartial and incorruptible one!"

These foreigners in the Political Department are now trampling on the heads of us Chinese, drinking our blood, and then they just die and the British want to award them medals? Do you think they deserve it?!

Whether you're a good match or not is none of your business.

You were able to arrest Hong Wengang, which makes you a truly upright and incorruptible police officer!

Zhijie, in short, I won't allow you to get involved in this matter any further. If you can rescue those compatriots that Hong Wengang sent to Thailand, you'll have done your job well.
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A private sanatorium on the outskirts of Songkhla, Thailand.

Mayor Nahon was lying in an elegantly furnished private hospital room.

He had an IV drip in his arm and looked weak. A ray of sunlight shone from the window onto the hospital bed, making it hard for Na Hong to open his eyes.

But Nahong always had a faint smile on his lips.

Just last night, he finally put an end to a matter that had troubled him for decades.

The surgery was a great success, and he will never again be threatened by death.

He will embrace his new life with a fresh perspective and enjoy every beautiful moment in the world.

The door to the ward was pushed open quietly, and Zhang Hanshou walked in.

He waved to the nurse accompanying him, signaling her not to greet him, and then walked to Nahong's bedside.

When Zhang Hanshou saw the sunlight shining directly into Na Hong's eyes through the window, he couldn't help but feel annoyed.

He glared at the attendant who was standing bowing to the side and scolded him in a low voice.

"What's wrong with you? Don't you know how to close the curtains?!"

"Zhang, don't blame her. I asked her to open the curtains."

Zhang Hanshou quickly sat down by the hospital bed with concern.

"Mr. Mayor, the doctor has advised that you need to rest during this period."

"It's alright, I feel full of energy right now."

Na Hong stretched his right hand out from under the blanket and grabbed the wrist of Zhang Hanshou, his trusted confidant.

Zhang Hanshou understood and gave a look to the attendant beside him. The attendant understood, bowed to Zhang Hanshou, and then left.

Nahon spoke again.

"Zhang, tell me, who saved me this time?"

"It's Hong Wengang!"

Nahong pursed his lips and softened his tone.

"I wasn't asking about him. Our relationship with him is just a business partnership."

I'm asking you, where did the heart that was transplanted into me come from?

"A girl from Hong Kong Island!"

Zhang Hanshou never lied to Na Hong, and answered truthfully.

Na Hong blinked slightly upon hearing this.

"Please send her ashes to Wat Phra That Doi Suthep, get a memorial tablet for her, and have Master Naran perform a Buddhist ceremony for her."

Tell her spirit that I will live on in her place.

Zhang Hanshou lowered his head, unsure how to respond.

Nahong's expression immediately changed.

"Zhang, what happened?"

"Mayor, the girl's body... has been bought by a medical school in Malaysia..."

"Redeem it for me right now!"

Nahong became agitated, and his face began to look rather unpleasant.

Zhang Hanshou dared not delay and quickly got up to press the call bell by the bedside.

"Please don't get agitated. I'll go and redeem the body right away, and then, as you instructed, I'll request a memorial tablet for her at Wat Phra That Doi Suthep!"

No sooner had Zhang Hanshou finished speaking than a medical team burst in.

After a long period of examination around Na Hong's bed, the last doctor put away his stethoscope and looked at Zhang Hanshou, who was standing at the head of the bed.

"Secretary Zhang, the mayor is currently in a state of rest and recuperation."

He must not be subjected to any stimulation for the next six months.

Zhang Hanshou nodded upon hearing this, then squatted down and grasped Na Hong's right hand.

"Mayor, please rest assured and take good care of your health. If you need anything, just let me know."

……

Hong Kong Island, Beacon Hill.

At 8:30 p.m., Xiao Hui arrived here and found He Yaozong.

"Mr. He, Mr. Fung from Po Leung Kuk has already given me the news."

Based on the test results you provided, he found a girl who was a good match for him by referring to the records in the Po Leung Kuk archives.

However… this girl doesn’t seem to meet your criteria for assistance.”

Xiao Hui, carrying a briefcase and dressed in a smart black women's suit, has completely shed her former worldliness and exudes the aura of a powerful woman.

However, she still appeared very respectful in front of He Yaozong.

"Don't be so formal, sit down!"

After inviting Xiao Hui to sit down, He Yaozong asked.

"What does this girl mean to me?"

Xiao Hui sat down opposite He Yaozong, then opened her briefcase, took out a slightly yellowed document, and handed it to He Yaozong with both hands.

He then explained, "That's right, this girl grew up in a public housing estate."

He suffers from congenital heart failure and has been relying on medication to stay alive for years; his time is now running out.

"Doesn't this fit the criteria perfectly?"

He Yaozong took the documents and couldn't help but ask Xiao Hui a question.

"No, Mr. He, this woman is named Ruan Mei. She grew up in a housing estate and fits the criteria for your poverty relief program."

However... but last year, his boyfriend Fong Chin-bo turned the tide in the stock market, defeating the short-selling attack by the Ding family's four crabs.

Thanks to that economic stimulus package, his friend now has a net worth of over a billion dollars. How... how could he possibly be considered an ordinary citizen of a public housing estate anymore...?"

"Is that the one known as the Hong Kong stock market god, Fong Chin-bo?"

He Yaozong frowned. He had also heard the story of the Ding family's four crabs.

Previously, the four crabs colluded with foreign investors on Wall Street and a group of foreign mafia to try to short the Hong Kong stock market.

However, Fang Zhanbo and three tycoons orchestrated a scheme that caused the Hang Seng Index to plummet, leading the four Ding family members to the rooftop of the Central Securities Building.

This was originally a topic of conversation among Hong Kong Island residents, but after achieving great success, Fong Chin-bo retired from the public eye.

He Yaozong had never imagined he would have any connection with him, but it seemed as if fate had intervened. Now, the heart that Li Zhongzhi's girl had lost to the Thai man was a perfect match for Ruan Mei's heart.

"Xiao Hui, go and contact Fang Zhanbo right away."

Tell him I've found a volunteer to donate a heart to his friend's daughter, and if he's interested, he can come to Bijia Mountain to talk to me right away.

……

At 9:50 p.m., a man with thick eyebrows and big eyes hurriedly entered He Yaozong's study, led by his henchmen.

"Mr. He, I am Fang Zhanbo!"

The man didn't even wait for He Yaozong to get up before he eagerly introduced himself.

"Mr. Fang, is this the stock market guru from Hong Kong? Hello!"

He Yaozong stood up and extended his right hand to Fang Zhanbo.

Fang Zhanbo quickly stretched out both hands and tightly grasped He Yaozong's right palm.

At the same time, his eyes were filled with eagerness, and he hurriedly spoke.

"Mr. He, can you really... really help me save Ruan Mei?"

He Yaozong withdrew his hand and sat down again.

He laughed and said, "I, He Yaozong, am somewhat well-known in Hong Kong. When has Mr. Fang ever heard of me making such a joke with anyone?"

Fang Zhanbo's pupils contracted slightly.

"If Mr. He can save Ruan Mei's life, I am willing to transfer all my shares to Mr. He!"

"It seems Mr. Fang truly regards money as dirt."

"Mr. He, I have experienced life and death, and money is just an external thing to me."

Ruan Mei suffered hardship from childhood to adulthood; she is the love of my life. What use is all the money I have without her?!

Fang Zhanbo spoke earnestly, afraid that if he said something wrong, He Yaozong would change his mind.

But what He Yaozong said next left him speechless.

"Mr. Fang, you flatter me. I can't even treat money like dirt like you do."

But I'm a man of principle. Since I promised to help you, how could I possibly have the nerve to take all your money?

"Then, Mr. He, please name your price?!"

"What price are you asking for? Get your woman back first."

"When you're in a good mood, you can donate some money to my Hengyao Charity Foundation. Let's all do something for the neighborhood together; it'll be a good deed for your girlfriend!"

"Yes, yes, I underestimated Mr. He!"
How could you use something as mundane as money to tarnish Mr. He's noble character?

Fang Zhanbo nodded repeatedly, then sat down opposite He Yaozong, looking expectant, and asked.

"Mr. He, would it be convenient for me to meet the volunteer who donated the heart?"

If he's dying, or for some other reason, at least let me compensate his family!

Fang Zhanbo was genuinely anxious; there was no other reason, it was simply that Ruan Mei really couldn't wait any longer.

Just a week ago, Mary Hospital had issued a critical condition notice.

Fang Zhanbo was informed that Ruan Mei had at most one month left to live.

Ruan Mei, whose life is hanging by a thread, is too frail to fulfill her wish of not being able to take a wedding photo with Fang Zhanbo.

Fang Zhanbo understood that once Ruan Mei left, even this small wish would become a pain that would never go away from his heart!

He Yaozong frowned.

"Mr. Fang, I cannot disclose too many specific details to you right now."

All you need to do now is prepare a top-of-the-line hospital ship and have it docked at Triangle Pier.

Then we contacted experts in this field and prepared to be on standby on the ship 24 hours a day.

Fang Zhanbo nodded hurriedly again: "Okay, I'll go prepare right away. How long will it take?"

"In the next two days!"

……

The following day, at 8:30 pm Thai time, Hat Yai pier.

Wang Jianjun, accompanied by several trusted brothers, disembarked from a speedboat that had come from Hong Kong Island.

"Handsome boy, you've already disembarked. There's no one else here."

If you really can't hold it in, just squat down next to me and throw up.

The target practicer approached a fellow worker and jokingly patted him on the back.

The man couldn't hold it in any longer and immediately ran to the steps next to the dock, where he vomited.

After vomiting, the target boy handed him a bottle of water, which he took and rinsed his mouth.

"Brother Jianjun, it's not that I'm seasick, it's just... it's just that this ship is going too fast!"

"Alright, no need to explain."

Everyone, stay alert! We must leave Thailand before midnight!

The group waited at the dock for a short while. About ten minutes later, a man with a bronze complexion and bulging muscles on his arms arrived at the dock.

He sized up Wang Jianjun and his group, and after confirming their wolf-like eyes, he immediately approached them.

He asked in somewhat broken Chinese, "Are you one of Mr. He's men?"

"Who are you?!"

Wang Jianjun asked cautiously.

"Oh, my name is Pason. Mr. Jiang sent me to pick you up."

"Brothers, let's talk in the car!"

After confirming that the other party's contact information was correct, Wang Jianjun lowered his right hand, which had been behind his waist, and gestured for Pason to lead the way.

In a jeep, Pason drove while explaining the evening's plans to the group.

"After you've succeeded, don't rush to the docks."

Following the map I gave you, head straight to the artificial lake at the Lantau Island Hotel. A helicopter is waiting there to take you to Laem Chabang Port to catch a boat.

Why go through all that trouble when it's so close?!

"Brothers, I know you want a quick victory, but the Nahong family's influence in Songkhla should not be underestimated."

If you manage to leave Nahon alive, it will take at least twenty minutes to drive to the pier.

I dare say if something happens at the sanatorium, the entire city of Songkhla will be locked down within ten minutes. Even if you had wings, you wouldn't be able to escape then!

Pason honked the horn as he spoke, and then continued.

"The only option is to go to the Dengshan Hotel. Mr. Jiang asked me to arrange a helicopter for you to take to Laem Chabang Port to catch a boat."

Furthermore, Na Hong is currently very weak. Do you think that if he were to take the same boat you came on and endure the bumpy ride all the way to Hong Kong Island, he would probably be rotten by now!

Wang Jianjun frowned but did not refute Pason's statement.

Instead, they asked, "Do you have a topographical map of the sanatorium?"

"no!"

Pason answered very decisively.

"All I know is that Nahong lives in room 206 of building number two in the sanatorium. I found out this from Mr. Yan from Chinatown under the guise of visiting him!"

……

Before long, the jeep carrying the group crossed the city and finally stopped in front of a phoenix tree forest in the northwest of Songkhla.

Pason turned off the car engine and headlights, then gave Wang Jianjun a meaningful look.

"Brother, once you cross this grove, you'll be in the restricted area of ​​the Nahong Sanatorium."

I'll wait here for you for a maximum of twenty minutes. If I don't see you back in twenty minutes, you're on your own.

Wang Jianjun raised his wrist, checked the time, and his expression became serious.

Finally, he said, "It's 8:03 PM now. If we haven't returned by 8:18 PM, you can leave on your own!"

"Brother, your watch is on Hong Kong time!"
It's 9:30 PM now. I know you guys are very skilled, but don't get too cocky.

"I said I'd wait twenty minutes, so it's twenty minutes. Hurry up!"

"Fifteen minutes is enough!"

After saying this, Wang Jianjun immediately led a group of his brothers and jumped out of the car.

Before long, the group disappeared into the dark depths of the forest.

From the moment that group of people got out of the car, Pason felt like every single second was torture while sitting in the car.

Jiang Tianyang had instructed him that if this group could get Na Hong onto the helicopter, everything would be much easier.

If anything goes wrong along the way, the gunmen he arranged in Songkhla will have to kill these people!

Jiang Tianyang has 70% of his business in Thailand. If the kidnapping of Nahong is exposed, his business in Thailand, worth billions of baht, will be ruined.

Even the Chinese who worked and ate with him in Bangkok didn't fare well.

There was no other way; he couldn't put all his eggs in one basket with He Yaozong, so he had to make plans for both possibilities!
About three minutes later, the sound of gunfire could be heard from the sanatorium.

The gunshots were very muffled, clearly indicating that these guys had used silencers; if you didn't listen carefully, they would be drowned out by the chirping of summer insects in the woods.

But Pason was so focused that every gunshot seemed to be silently pounding on his heart.

He didn't know if the group had succeeded, and this uncertainty was truly agonizing for him...

(End of this chapter)