Hong Kong films: Drawing lots to determine death? I'll send the boss to the Western Paradise.

Chapter 18 "18" You won't even call me Mr. Nan
"Buy a ripe watermelon for Xigou and send it over." Nan Zheng took out one hundred yuan and gave it to Hua Di.

"Boss, why did you buy a watermelon for Greyhound?" Hua Di asked.

"He's from the same sect, right? He got injured while working for the gang and was nearly stabbed to death by the Dongxing gang... Tsk tsk, I'm always a kind-hearted person, shouldn't I go and offer my condolences?"

"Just do as instructed."

Nan Zheng hadn't forgotten that this bastard wanted to kill her; she just needed to find an opportunity to do so.

Now we have it, don't we?
If you get stabbed, I'll treat you to watermelon; if you don't, you're disrespecting me.

Since you're not giving me any face, it's perfectly reasonable for me to chop you up, right?

You're showing no respect for me by eating it. I said I was bringing you watermelon, not that you could eat it! You eat whatever you want without any regard for respecting elders or children. I could cut you up if I wanted to, right?
Nan Zheng has always been a very democratic person; it all depends on how Xi Gou chooses.

"Since the snack shop is profitable, let's find more locations and open a few more." Nan Zheng then looked at Tai Bao and continued:

"If it's a legitimate business, open as many stores as you can. This money is legal and compliant; it would be foolish not to make it."

"No problem, leave it to me!" Taibao patted his chest and laughed.

He might not be good at killing people, but he's more than capable of running errands and running some businesses.

After decades of working in the workforce, you should at least have some kind of skill.

Otherwise, they would have starved to death long ago.

Just like Nan Zheng, every time she goes to a hotel, she wakes up with a mouthful of hair.
You must have a special skill to be a good person.

After wandering around Tuen Mun for a while, Nan Zheng went home to sleep when she found nothing else to do.

Before I could even lie down in bed, my cell phone rang.

"Hello, who is it?" Nan Zheng answered the phone.

"Me? My eldest nephew..."

"Why do you keep calling me all day long when you have nothing better to do?" Nan Zheng snapped.

"I heard you became a Red Pole (a high-ranking official in China), so I came here to congratulate you," Huang Bingyao said.

"A police superintendent congratulating a gangster? Nobody would believe you if you told them that." Nan Zheng curled her lip.

"What do you need me for?"

"I've already submitted the report for that batch of goods you gave me before, so you'll get credit for it." Huang Bingyao's lips curled into a bright smile:

"After so many years of working here, this is the first time I've ever fallen asleep and found a big fish in the sea."

"So you should thank me properly. We're now cooperating as police and civilians. In the future, you'll help me and I'll help you. You'd better be polite, right?" Nan Zheng raised an eyebrow.

How do you want me to be polite?

“You’re not even willing to call me ‘Mr. Nan,’ how am I supposed to know if you’re being polite?” Nan Zheng said lazily.

“Mr. Nan!” Huang Bingyao said through gritted teeth. He found that this little bastard was becoming more and more arrogant.

"I've shouted everything I needed to, but it's still the same thing: when are you going to help me find my gun?"

"I heard you've been all lovey-dovey with your internship supervisor in Edinburgh these past few days. If I hadn't called, you would have forgotten about it, right?"

“I’m investigating for you! The guy who picked up your gun, Shan Dafei, has a lot of followers, many of whom are studying in Edinburgh. If I don’t get involved myself and sell my body, how can I get the information?” Nan Zheng said.

"Is that so?" Huang Bingyao asked in surprise.

Nan Zheng was speechless. How did this bespectacled old turtle become a police superintendent?
Don't you have any idea who picked up your gun?

"Okay, stop talking nonsense."

"If I say I'll help you, I'll help you investigate. Your whole family is dead, and you're the only relative you have left. If I don't help you, who will I help?"

"Oh, right, there's one more thing. Is that officer surnamed Huang from your Major Crimes Unit?"

"The assistant surnamed Huang? Huang Yang?" Huang Bingyao asked, puzzled.
"Yes, what's wrong?"

"Looks like you're pretty free in the Major Crimes Unit. Even a junior officer is so idle that he's competing with gangsters for girls. What do you think I'm doing?"

"That bastard!" Huang Bingyao cursed. "I'll take care of it for you. Losing my gun is the most important thing for me."

"Do you want me to take him out for you?"

"What? Don't do anything reckless!" Huang Bingyao was startled by Nan Zheng's murderous aura.

"You even want to kill the officer? Have you been letting yourself go too far lately? If you have such thoughts, even I couldn't protect you!"

"You're still half asleep, just keep that in mind." Nan Zheng hung up the phone after saying that. Anyway, he had already given the warnings he needed to, and if that Huang Yang still caused trouble...

If someone goes missing, disappears, or gets into a car accident, then you can't blame anyone else, right?

After all, he was related to Wong Bing-Yiu, and he had helped him find guns and fight drugs, so he could be considered a semi-orthodox police officer.

He should be able to distinguish between good and bad, right?

I'm a member of the legitimate world.

……

After sleeping for three hours, Nan Zheng finally woke up. The first thing she did was call and have the two streets that Sheng Fan used to live on swallowed up.

Although Sheng Kuai is also a member of the Dinosaur faction, he has always been involved in arms dealing for Han Bin.

We don't need that much territory.

As his "one of his own" and "good brother," Nan Zheng reluctantly accepted it for him.

After all, how can a "red stick" (a term referring to a corrupt official) become a leader if he only has a few streets under his command?
One street isn't even enough capital to recruit enough people.

The process was simple; Nan Zheng just spread the word, and within an hour, the two streets were easily taken over.

Nan Zheng's reputation in Tuen Mun is now terrifyingly great; the combined fame of the Cheung Yee Society, Tung Sing, and Number Gang here doesn't even come close to his.

Therefore, the merger was a smooth and normal process.

Next came the recruitment of soldiers and horses. Nan Zheng instructed Tai Bao to recruit five hundred followers.

Prepare for expansion.

After giving all the instructions, Nan Zheng yawned and got into the car to talk to He Min about their relationship.

In terms of expansion, besides having enough land, lack of money is also a problem.

Come to think of it, I don't even know if the story has started yet.

Perhaps borrowing some money from Babi would be a good idea?
……

Compared to Nam Ching's grand entrance in Tuen Mun, the scene in Tsz Wan Shan was much quieter.

Inside a bar, Bao Pi drank his drink and said, "Now Liang Zheng is powerful, she's in a higher position and has more territory."

"I heard that an hour before his official appointment, this guy killed a Red Stick member from the East Star gang."

"Now he's making headlines throughout Hung Hing, even Chiang has heard about it."

"Comparison is the thief of joy," Da Tian Er and the others said, their faces filled with envy.

Pheasant's face turned red, and he couldn't help but slam his hand on the table, cursing, "That bastard got all the benefits. Originally, it should have been either me or Brother Nan who took the position this time."

"Sigh, that's just fate," Baopi sighed.

The pheasant glared fiercely at the foreskin.

Do gangsters talk about fate?
Are you fucking an idiot? You're talking about life and death, what are you doing out here? Go pick up cow dung in Yuen Long!

Stared at by the pheasant's menacing gaze, Baopi shrank back in fear.

The bar lobby was rather dull, and the atmosphere in the office was also very oppressive.

Boss B looked at Chan Ho-nam in front of him, smiled, and patted him on the shoulder:

"Hao Nan, although you failed to take down Sang Gou this time, it doesn't matter. At least you made a name for yourself."

"I'm not afraid of not having opportunities in the future."

“Brother B, I will definitely do things properly in the future,” Chen Haonan nodded.

"This is just the appetizer; the real show is yet to come," said Boss B.

"I'll have you do something in a few days. If you can do it, I'll guarantee you a promotion."

"I treat you like my own son, and my promise is as good as gold."

"Brother B, don't worry, I'll do my best in whatever I do, and I guarantee no one will be able to say anything bad about it."

Chen Haonan clenched his fists secretly, vowing in his heart that he must never let outsiders look down on him.

(End of this chapter)