Hong Kong films: Starting with Crossover and Luen Shing

Half a kilometer from the dormitory area, Qiu Gang'ao parked his car in a bush by the roadside.

If we drive any further, he might come back and not even have a tire left.

With a clear goal in mind, he locked the car and headed towards the slum area.

This wasn't Qiu Gang'ao's first time here, so he knew the way well. He arrived at Chaguoling, bypassed the bustling dormitory area, and came to the door of the only detached house that still looked like a proper dwelling.

After explaining his purpose to the Indian gatekeeper, saying that he was there to see Qu Wangui, the Indian man raised his hand and started yelling.

“Money!”

Qiu Gang'ao looked at the two scoundrels and sneered.

He then pulled out a butterfly knife from behind his back, twirled it in a beautiful flourish, and the blade swiftly sliced ​​across the Indian man's neck.

"Ho..."

The Indian man's eyes widened, and he clutched his neck in pain as blood gushed from between his fingers before collapsing weakly to the ground.

The commotion at the door alerted the thugs inside, and flashlights immediately shone in. Qiu Gang'ao wasn't worried; he simply shook the blood off his knife, then took out a thousand-dollar bill from his pocket and waved it in the direction the flashlight was shining.

“Money!”

The flashlight went out immediately.

In Cha Kwo Ling, a human life is worth less than a dog's.

Once you get rid of this Indian gatekeeper, a large gold bull will be enough to easily settle things.

Inside the detached house, Qu Wangui, with his square face, was combing a stack of small bills.

After Qiu Gang'ao and the other man were brought in, he didn't turn his head, but asked with some displeasure.

"Next time, could you please not kill someone in front of my house? I always have to clean the floor, it's such a hassle!"

"So, tell me, what kind of difficult-to-obtain things do you want to buy this time?"

Qiu Gang'ao walked behind Qu Wangui and then spoke.

"This time I'm going to take a group of people out!"

"Oh!"

Upon hearing that Qiu Gang'ao had come to ask for a job, Qu Wangui was somewhat disappointed. He then put down the banknotes in his hand and turned around to ask.

"How many people are needed?"

"Ten or so will do, but there are requirements!"

He must be Vietnamese, a former soldier, and able to fire a gun!

"Having served in the military and knowing how to fire a gun, we'll have to negotiate the price."

Qu Wangui chuckled, pondered for a moment, and then spoke.

"Last year I brought back quite a few Vietnamese guys from the sea. They helped me go out to sea to distribute goods, and they were definitely skilled enough."

I don't know what you're going to do with them, but my only request is that you take them away and don't send them back. I don't want them to cause me any trouble.

Qiu Gang'ao understood that Qu Wangui was trying to raise the price arbitrarily.

Buying out this group of Vietnamese guys in one go clearly means they're preparing to ask for an exorbitant price.

"How much do you want?"

“The last few times you and I did business deals worth hundreds of thousands or even millions, so this time I'll give you a special price.”

It's 20,000 yuan per person, plus the commission paid to the Vietnamese guy, but I can help you reduce it to 30,000 yuan.

Also, if things get complicated, you need to arrange for those Vietnamese guys to escape by boat and cover the costs.

"make a deal!"

Seeing Qiu Gang'ao agree so readily, Qu Wangui was taken aback.

"Qiu Gang'ao, what big business have you found this time?"

If you need any help, just let me know; I'm interested in investing!

"You ghost, I advise you to refrain from asking questions you shouldn't!"

"Okay, where's the money?"

Qiu Gang'ao waved to Mo Yiquan behind him, and then Mo Yiquan threw the handbag she was carrying at Qu Wangui's feet.

"Here's 800,000. Brother Ao said the extra is for you to have some tea!"

Qu Wangui bent down and unzipped the handbag.

Seeing that it was indeed filled with banknotes, I couldn't help but smile.

"Doing business with you is becoming more and more pleasant. Here, I'll pick out twenty good men for you."

"Consider the extra as a gift from me!"

Qiu Gang'ao waved his hand and said coldly, "No need, fifteen is enough!"

At exactly 1 a.m., Qiu Gang'ao led the group of Vietnamese men selected by Cha Kwo Ling onto a fishing boat bound for Haojiang at Lei Yue Mun.

The group of Vietnamese guys were very excited after learning they were going to Macau.

After the boat started moving, some Vietnamese men who had been staying on Hong Kong Island for a long time began to approach Qiu Gang'ao to find something to talk about.

"Boss, I heard from the ghost that after we finish this deal, each of us will get 100,000 yuan, is that right?"

"That's right!"

Qiu Gang'ao sat in the cabin, chewing a piece of chewing gum. He really didn't want to talk to this group of Vietnamese refugees.

Unexpectedly, the group of Vietnamese guys seemed unusually excited.

"Can we go for a few laps around Haojiang?"

"Fuck your mother! We're from the Macau Number Gang. We hired you to do something in Macau, to shoot and kill the leaders of two gangs!"

"Otherwise, do you think earning 100,000 is so easy?"

Mo Yiquan was getting annoyed by the noise from the group of Vietnamese guys, so she immediately retorted as Qiu Gang'ao had instructed her.

In an instant, the Vietnamese men in the cabin fell silent.

Qiu Gang'ao stood up and reassured the group of Vietnamese men.

"Don't be alarmed, I will arrange for you to escape by boat at the outer harbor terminal."

Tomorrow, just do as I tell you. If it doesn't work out, just leave.

"Well done! I'll hire you again next time!"

The Vietnamese guy who had just spoken to Qiu Gang'ao immediately shook his head.

"It's not that we're afraid, it's just that we feel that 100,000 is a bit too little to take down the leaders of two big gangs!"

"In that case, you'll give each of us an extra 50,000!"

Mo Yiquan immediately became angry: "Wasn't it agreed that it would be 100,000 yuan? Why is the amount being increased at the last minute?"

Are you going to do it or not? If not, set sail and go back immediately, and we'll find someone else!

"It wasn't us who added this on the spur of the moment; you didn't tell us what we were supposed to do in the first place!"

The Vietnamese guy suddenly stood up and met Mok Yik-chuen's eyes. None of the people making a living in Cha Kwo Ling had a good temper.

Seeing that a dispute was about to break out, Qiu Gangao also stepped between Mo Yiquan and the Vietnamese man and pushed them apart.

He then looked at the Vietnamese guy and smiled.

"Add another 50,000 if you want. When the ship arrives at Haojiang, I'll pay you a deposit of 50,000."

"As long as you handle things well, we can discuss adding more money."

"You should have said that earlier!"

The Vietnamese guy sat down again and then whispered to a group of his accomplices in his native language for a while. Many of the Vietnamese guys who didn't understand Cantonese gave him a thumbs up, followed by a burst of noisy laughter.

“Brother Ao…”

Mo Yiquan grew increasingly disgusted with the group of Vietnamese guys, so she sidled up to Qiu Gang'ao and shouted through gritted teeth.

Qiu Gang'ao simply patted Mo Yiquan on the shoulder, then pulled him out of the cabin and to the stern.

Looking out at the dark sea, I glanced back to make sure no one was outside.

Qiu Gang'ao said in a low voice, "You don't need to dislike them. It's okay to give them an extra 50,000."

They might earn that money, but they won't live to spend it!

Mo Yiquan immediately understood and then lowered her voice as well.

"If that's the case, why not save the extra 50,000?"

"We cannot afford to be careless! This is a matter of great importance, and we cannot afford to make the slightest mistake!"

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The next day, the sky east of Haojiang was just beginning to lighten with the first hint of dawn.

Shui Fanglai got up very early. After having his morning tea, he made a phone call and summoned Toastmasters Adidas.

“Adi, He Yaozong contacted me this morning.”

"You handled things exceptionally well last night. He's already arranged to meet me tonight at the Fortress Hotel to discuss how to completely shut down Broken Tooth Koi and his gang in Macau!"

Shui Fang Lai seemed to be in a very good mood. He and Wan Kuok Koi had a history of grudges and grievances for over twenty years. They had been friends in the past, and they had also become enemies.

But he hadn't initially expected the junket business to escalate to this point of no return.

It can only be said that money can move people's hearts; no matter how complex the emotions in this world are, they can hardly withstand the test of money.

Adi first lit a cigar for Shuifang Lai, and then answered thoughtfully.

"Ah Da, I think He Yaozong's reaction was a bit too extreme?"

"If he wants to fight the Number Gang, he can easily discuss it with us privately. There's no need to make it known to everyone in Macau, is there?"

Shuifang Lai chuckled, took the cigar, and took a puff.

"You don't understand. I guarantee that the people you sent to cause trouble at Willie Hall last night will not be able to hide it from He Yaozong."