Returning wealthy individuals develop their hometowns and become rich in the 1980s

"Hehe! Don't worry, nothing will happen!"

The bespectacled man in a suit, addressed as Mr. Liu, chuckled and led his men toward the pier security office. Ruan Ji emerged from the shadows around the corner. Although he didn't speak fluent Hong Kong dialect, it was still understandable to listen to him.

Although the two people were not talking loudly, Ruan Ji was hiding around the corner, just one container away from them, so he heard everything clearly. Ruan Ji looked at the container in front of him and a wicked smile appeared on his lips.

He naturally knew what "powder" was. He might not have eaten pork, but hadn't he seen pigs run? In Hong Kong, during the era when triads ran rampant under British control, which gang didn't have some "powder" involved?

Ruan Ji didn't plan to break the lock anymore. Since it was "powder" inside, he didn't dare to think about how much it must be in so many containers. But he dared to reveal this information to the South Vietnamese gang of the "Camp Gang".

Selling inside information is more profitable than selling scrap metal. If I could take a cut and sell it to other local communities, I could escape this life of doing hard labor at the port.

Without hesitation, Ruan Ji immediately hid the pliers back in his raincoat and quickly returned to his rented room along the familiar road. After eating something simple, he pondered at what price to sell this "insider" information to the "Camp Gang".

Having drunk some alcohol to bolster his courage, Ruan Ji braved the light rain and arrived at the abandoned building where the "Camp Gang" had been living for years. As soon as he got close, he was spotted by several underlings sitting on a tattered sofa downstairs.

"Hey! What are you doing?"

Ruan Ji had his hands in his undergarments. The March weather hadn't fully warmed up yet, and a light drizzle was falling on him. Ruan Ji was still shivering from the cold. He slowly walked up to his underlings and said with a fawning smile, "I want to see Brother Ma Li. I have something very important to tell him!"

The blond-haired thug glanced mockingly at the skinny Ruan Ji, "Go buy the powder over there. You can't just see Brother Ma Li whenever you want!"

"I don't want fans, I really have something very important to do, I need to see Brother Ma Li, it's very important!"

Ruan Ji repeatedly emphasized that it was very important. After exchanging glances, one of the underlings told Ruan Ji to wait there and went upstairs. He came back down shortly after and led Ruan Ji upstairs.

On the abandoned third floor, small cubicles were built with composite boards. Ruan Ji was led inside, and every now and then he could see couples entangled in each other in the cubicles. The syringes by the beds made Ruan Ji dare not look too much, so he quickened his pace to catch up with his underling.

In a large cubicle, Ruan Ji saw Ma Li, whom he was supposed to see, huddled on a dark, yellowed sofa, a cigarette dangling from his mouth, his upper body bare and covered in tattoos. Seeing Ruan Ji enter, he tilted his head and asked, "Kid, you want to see me?"

"Brother Ma Li, I work at the docks, and I have something important to tell you," Ruan Ji stepped forward. "It's about 'powder,' all packed in containers, a dozen or so!"

Ma Li, who had been lounging lazily on the sofa, immediately sat up like a zombie when he heard Ruan Ji mention a dozen or so containers of "pink." His eyes were fixed on Ruan Ji. "You mean, you discovered that someone hid goods in containers at the dock, and there are more than a dozen of them?"

"Yes, Brother Ma, I heard they're planning to ship all this goods to the mainland, so I came here to sell you this information, hehe!"

Ma Li immediately pulled Ruan Ji to sit on the greasy, dark sofa, picked up a pack of Marlboro cigarettes in front of him, and handed one to Ruan Ji. "So, how much are you planning to sell it for?"

Ruan Ji dared not refuse, nor did he dare actually smoke it. He suspected that the cigarette Ma Li gave him was spiked. He carefully gestured with a five-finger gesture, "Fifty... ten thousand!"

"Hahaha! No problem, as long as what you say is true, I'll give you 50,000 after you get the goods," Brother Ma lit a cigarette, patted Ruan Ji on the shoulder with a smile, then his expression changed, "But my money isn't so easy to take. If you dare to lie to me, hehe! You know the consequences!"

"No...no, what I said is true," Ruan Ji naturally knew how ruthless the "Camp Gang" was. A gang that could develop in Tuen Mun despite the suppression of local Hong Kong gangs must be even more ruthless than the local gangs to survive.

Don't be fooled by the fact that the local Hong Kong gangs seem to be all about wielding knives and extorting protection money. They may appear ruthless, but compared to gangs like the "Camp Gang" that are formed from outside, their methods are far more lenient.

Local Hong Kong gangsters, if they don't join gangs, can at least leave and go home with a safety net. But these "camp gangs" who smuggled themselves over from South Vietnam have no way out and can only go down a dark path.

"Okay, Big K, go get ten thousand yuan first," Brother Ma said, putting his arm around Ruan Ji and stuffing the ten thousand yuan his underling had brought from the room into Ruan Ji's hand. "This money is for you first. Now, take my men to those dozen or so counters you mentioned. After it's done, I'll give you the remaining forty thousand!"

"Okay," Ruan Ji nodded excitedly, clutching the ten thousand Hong Kong dollars in his hand, and followed the henchman called Big K out of the room.

After Ruan Ji left, one of the underlings in the room asked Ma Li, "Boss, can we trust this kid? The port is Flying Dragon Gang territory. If they find out we go in, they won't let it go!"

"I'm not afraid of the Flying Dragon Gang!"

Ma Li forcefully stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray. "If what that kid said is true, and half of those dozen or so containers are full of goods, then we'll be rich! This is a huge deal, you know that!"

Ma Li was now blinded by greed, and a greedy look appeared on his face. So what if he was from the Flying Dragon Gang? If he really got those goods, he could just resell them to the 14th Society. The Flying Dragon Gang was nothing but a fart in front of the 14th Society.

The three largest triads in Hong Kong today—the San Wo Hui, the New One, and the 14 Club—form a "three-legged balance of power," each with over a hundred thousand members and henchmen. They could crush smaller triads like the Flying Dragon Gang with a flick of their fingers.

Small gangs like the Camp Gang and Flying Dragon Gang can only get scraps from the three big bosses. Gangs need to develop, and if they are too poor, even gangs won't stay here. There's no future in it!

Of these three major triads, two have direct or indirect connections with the Hongmen. They have to obey the orders of the Hongmen headquarters to some extent. The Sanhe Society and Xin Yi An look down on the Camp Gang, but the 14 Society is different; they are even more ruthless in their actions.

The infamous "Double Ten Riots" that once shocked Hong Kong was the work of the 14 Society. They act without regard to morality, only to interests. They accept anyone, whether local or foreign, as long as they can make money.