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The oil drums, neatly arranged on both sides of the deck, bobbed up and down rhythmically with the rise and fall of the fishing boat. Each oil drum was sealed with a lid, leaving only a section of iron pipe protruding about twenty or thirty centimeters above the surface.

As the side panel was pulled open, a loud "bang" that drowned out the howling sea wind rang out, and a large oil drum flew more than 1 meter away from the side of the ship and "thud" into the sea.

The large splash of water it created vanished in an instant, and the oil drum quickly sank into the deep blue sea, leaving behind a series of dense bubbles.

"Bang!" "Thump!" Two almost consecutive sounds rang out behind Cao Tai. He turned around and glanced at Wang Weiguo, who had landed hard on the deck with a thud. Wang Weiguo was touching his buttocks with one hand and rubbing his right ankle with the other.

He shook his head and couldn't help but sigh. The young man who seemed so normal when they first met now looked more and more like a clown sent by monkeys.

If you want to imitate Mr. Cao by kicking oil drums into the sea, why don't you try kicking one of the smaller ones? Although you still can't kick it, you won't fall any more painfully. But he insisted on choosing Uncle Fat's. To be honest, even if Mr. Cao had all his strength, he would have to be careful to kick a cement block weighing over a thousand pounds into the sea.

With a twist of his waist and a turn of his hips, he took a step that covered more than three meters. Two loud "thumps" rang out almost simultaneously. The first sound was from his left foot stepping on the steel-reinforced deck, and the second sound was from his right foot kicking the largest oil drum.

Wang Weiguo stared in disbelief as a dark shadow flew over his head and landed on the deck. The immense force seemed to shake his buttocks off the deck for a moment.

Then he saw the large oil drum that he had kicked fly off the ship's side and into the sea. His hand, which was touching his butt, unconsciously reached out to grab it, but the hand that was grabbing his ankle forgot to move.

He didn't notice that Mr. Cao had his back to him and looked a little embarrassed! Damn it, he kicked too hard, his shoe couldn't hold up, the upper burst open, and one of the soles fell off. His bare soles were on the cold deck, but Mr. Cao couldn't even scrape off a three-bedroom apartment.

"Brother Tai! You're amazing!" Wei Guo exclaimed, looking at the towering figure behind him.

Mr. Cao coughed twice to ease the awkwardness that others couldn't see, then gently kicked off his two completely ruined shoes.

Then they could only quietly push the remaining oil drums into the sea one by one with their bare hands. Wei Guo also noticed that Mr. Cao was barefoot, but he was still amazed.

After all, he almost broke his leg but the cement block didn't budge, while Mr. Cao kicked it into the sea. This immediately established his image.

Going barefoot couldn't affect Mr. Cao's image in Mr. Weiguo's mind at all; it had already been upgraded to idol level, with Mr. Weiguo being the head of the fan club.

Around 3 a.m., the fishing boat returned to the departure area. After Cao Tai and Wang Weiguo disembarked, Da Sha steered the boat back to the dock alone.

Now, the powerful uncles and hall masters of the Heyi Society who could cause trouble for Nine-Dragon's rise to power have all gone to sell salted duck eggs. It is basically confirmed that a peaceful handover can be achieved. In less than ten days or half a month, once the territory is basically stable, "Futai" seafood can enter the market and discuss the issue of purchasing goods with the restaurants and eateries in the Heyi Society's territory.

Normally, unless it's a high-end restaurant or hotel backed by a large corporation, most ordinary eateries would not refuse a source of seafood when faced with the choice between market price or slightly below market price and a group of thugs wielding knives and sticks.

The Saigon Seafood Market has now been consolidated, with 'Fuk Tai' seafood taking over 90% of the supply. After all, 'Fuk Tai's' purchase price is the normal market price, and other buyers can't even get into the seafood market, so fishermen don't object to selling their goods to 'Fuk Tai'.

Police in Kwun Tong are making steady progress. According to Xiao Fu, because they have a specific target, the police seem to have dispatched a very experienced team to track and monitor Yu Tou Biao and his key henchmen. The "kitchen" and "driver" have been basically identified.

Cao Tai suspected that the surveillance team this time was the most secretive team under the CIB, the paparazzi team responsible for intelligence gathering and surveillance.

The recruitment and training of this team are not carried out within the police academy. They have their own specially approved training base, and their workplace is never within any police station or branch office under the jurisdiction of the Police Force. They work independently under a different identity.

Their office address, apart from their internal staff, is likely the same as that of the CIB director and deputy director within the police force. For the sake of confidentiality and security, the commissioner and the head of the criminal investigation department generally do not inquire about their specific address.

Even the finance director of the regulatory office only knows that a separate fund is allocated to the CIB every quarter, the purpose of which cannot be inquired about. It is even more mysterious than the political department (the political department is now at its peak, and sometimes it does things without any cover-up, so some people can see a bit of the surface situation).

Cao Tai suspects that Yu Tou Biao has been able to sell noodles freely for many years not only because he is cautious, but also because there are forces protecting him behind the scenes.

The fact that the investigation into him proceeded so smoothly within the police force is rumored to be due to the Saigon Police Chief's influence.

When they met before, Director Edward Stanley specifically mentioned that he was from Lancashire, Britain. At the time, Cao Tai thought it was similar to a self-introduction in China, such as "I am xxx, from eastern Guangdong".

Upon further reflection, I wondered if foreigners' way of introducing things might differ from that in China. After making some inquiries, I discovered that "Lancashire" and the surname "Stanley" are often associated together.

The current Earl of Derby is the Deputy Leader of the Conservative Party and serves as Foreign Secretary in the Iron Lady cabinet, while his cousin is the Secretary of the Treasury and the Auditor General, and many members of his family serve as Members of Parliament.

The Earl of Derby's surname is Stanley, and his family's fief is in Lancashire, Britain.

So Edward Stanley actually comes from a top British family. After finding the right channels to learn more, I learned that he belongs to a branch of the Stanley family, but not the declining one. His father is currently working in the Immigration Department of the British Cabinet Home Office.

So why would a young, strong, and powerful scion of a prominent family travel thousands of miles to serve as a lowly police commissioner in a colony? Because even a superintendent is a mid-to-lower-level position in the police force, belonging to the lower ranks of the Hong Kong civil service.

Moreover, judging from his style of doing things, he doesn't seem like the kind of wealthy young master who was exiled. No matter how I think about it, I can't figure out the reason, but it's certain that in Hong Kong, his strength is basically at the very top level.

As long as the things he promotes are not aimed at a few local powerful families or large groups, and do not affect the Governor's affairs and plans on Hong Kong Island, then he will generally be ignored by all parties.

Stanley is now dealing with nothing more than a small flour merchant, a scoundrel.

Chen Ji Roast Meat Restaurant is a Cantonese restaurant. At this moment, the two large tables for 12 people each in a private room on the second floor were already full.

Tonight, Cao Tai is hosting a banquet for the owners of 20 restaurants and eateries on the territory of Heyi Society that have not yet decided to purchase seafood from "Futai" Seafood.

Currently, Futai Seafood's daily shipment volume can reach 120 million to 150 million units, but the existing channels can only handle a maximum of 80 units. If the remaining units cannot be sold in time, they will have to be stored in cold storage warehouses, which not only ties up the cash flow for receiving goods but also incurs storage fees.

If the problem of finding a market for the remaining half of the seafood is not resolved soon, Fu Tai's cash flow will soon be cut off. So now that Nine-Dragon has basically clarified all the affairs in the territory, the owners of the larger restaurants and eateries in the territory who were unwilling to purchase from Fu Tai were invited for a talk.

"Thank you all for gracing us with your presence. I'll drink this first as a sign of respect!" Nine-Dragon picked up a glass of wine, looked around, and then downed it in one gulp.

The restaurant owners present looked around, wondering who would be willing to take the lead. Previously, Nine Dragons had sent people to inquire if they needed seafood, but since they generally had established supply channels, most of them politely declined.

Unexpectedly, just two days later, the newly appointed leader of Heyi sent out invitations to a banquet. They had all heard rumors of the internal power struggle within Heyi some time ago; the previous leader, Chen, usually only collected protection money and sanitation fees in the local area.

As long as it's not too outrageous, everyone is willing to grit their teeth and pay these expenses, as long as Heyi can ensure that the restaurant's operation is not disrupted by other gangs.

But now that Nine-Dragon has taken over, he wants to interfere with everyone's restaurant's supply channels, and everyone will suspect that he is trying to steal their restaurant.

Although they had managed to gloss over it before, no one thought that Nine-Dragon would give up so easily. So, some people colluded and discussed how to deal with it. After arguing for two days without reaching a conclusion, Nine-Dragon's invitations were sent to the offices of the bosses.

If they don't show up, they will seriously offend the Heyi Society, and who knows what they might do to affect the hotel. Even if the police can smooth things over with the Heyi Society afterward, some influences are hard to eliminate once they are formed.

So after discussing it, everyone reluctantly went to Nine-Dragon's banquet together. Fortunately, Nine-Dragon was quite proper in his conduct, and the banquet was not held in He Yi Tuo, but at "Chen Ji" in Hong Tai's territory.

"Nine-Dragon, we've been cooperating with each other on our seafood supply channels for many years, there's absolutely no need to change! If it's something like tea fees, we can sit down and discuss it properly!" A short, fat man with a large belly stood up at the next table and said to Nine-Dragon.

Then the bosses saw Nine-Dragon put down his wine glass, bend down, and whisper in the ear of the young man sitting next to him, "I heard that Boss He of Hongyun Restaurant is the one who has been rallying everyone to refuse to change their seafood supply channels recently."

The bosses exchanged glances, all of them having clearly heard Nine-Dragon's whispered words. When Nine-Dragon and his three companions entered earlier, there was a newly appointed leader of the gang, a burly man over 190 centimeters tall, and a short young man under 170 centimeters.

These three followed the handsome and tall young man, who was now being whispered to by Nine-Dragon, as they entered. Nine-Dragon even personally pulled out a chair for the young man to sit down before the three of them sat on either side.

"Nine-Dragon, I'm not easily intimidated. I've always followed the rules and paid you tea money according to the rules. Now you want to interfere with my supply channels? Do you know that I have a relationship with Luk Siu of Lian Sheng?" Seeing that Nine-Dragon ignored him and was only speaking respectfully to the young man beside him, Boss He couldn't help but shout.

"Tap!" Cao Tai tapped his fingers lightly on the table, making a crisp sound.

"Dear bosses, we can reduce the purchase price of seafood by 10% for you. These are the seafood that sells in large quantities in restaurants. We are offering this discount so that you can earn more."

Of course, high-end seafood will be priced at market price, since we buy high and sell high! Moreover, we guarantee that all the products we provide are of guaranteed quality. If anyone finds that the goods are not as described after receiving them, we will compensate them at the original price and provide an additional replacement.

"Our Fu Tai Seafood is now the largest seafood supplier in Saigon. You can be assured of quality when sourcing from us," Cao Tai said calmly and loudly.

When business owners hear that they can purchase the most popular seafood at a price 10% lower than the market price, and if the quality is really not a problem, then each store can save at least 50,000 yuan in purchasing funds every month. Consider the savings as profit. This is quite attractive.

"Hmph, anyone can say that. If we switch to your channels and you suddenly raise prices, will we still be able to do business? You might even ruin us." It was Fatty He speaking sarcastically again.

"It seems that this Boss He has quite a problem with me. I suppose it's Young Master Lin Huai Le who gave you that confidence!" Cao Tai lowered his eyes.

"What are you going to do? Ah..." As soon as Cao Tai finished speaking and lowered his eyes, Nine-Dragon had already taken a few steps to Boss He, grabbed one of his arms with one hand, pressed his palm onto the table, and then picked up the ashtray on the table with his other hand and smashed it down.

The painful screams lasted for less than two seconds before abruptly stopping, leaving only a whimper. After quickly smashing Fatty He's hand into a bloody mess with several ashtrays, Nine-Tattooed Dragon then smashed an ashtray into his mouth, silencing the screams.

He let go and collapsed to the ground, his intact left hand unsure whether to cover his bloodied right hand or his bleeding mouth.

Both of his lips were smashed, two teeth were knocked out, and he probably bit his tongue as well. All that could be heard from Fatty He's throat was a helpless whimper, with tears and snot streaming down his face. What a miserable sight!

The bosses who had been sitting next to him all jumped up and hid to the side the moment Nine-Tattooed Dragon made his move, and then they all looked at Fatty He lying on the ground with horror.

"Bosses," Cao Tai said, drawing everyone's attention away from Fatty He.

"Our company, Futai, can sign a six-month supply contract with you. It can specify that the supply price of seafood is 10% lower than the market price. You can have a lawyer draft the terms yourself, and sign the contract after you have checked that there are no problems."

If you have time, you are welcome to visit our company at Sai Kung Pier. Our warehouse area is open to the public for tours.

After exchanging glances, one of the business owners finally spoke up: "Sir, is it really possible to sign a supply contract with a price 10% lower than the market price? Are there any other restrictions?"

"Of course, business is about mutual consent. We've offered discounts, so you can only purchase seafood products from Futai Seafood, unless we don't have them or our quality is significantly inferior to others. These details can be written into the contract. Please think carefully about any remaining questions, discuss them thoroughly, and sign the contract only after everyone agrees!"

"Let's go back and discuss it, and then we'll meet again in a couple of days to discuss the details of the contract." The bosses looked at each other again, and then the same person spoke up.

"Okay," Cao Tai agreed, then turned to Da Sha and said, "Fu Quan, leave your contact information for all the bosses. You can handle the handover with them later."

"Okay, Brother Tai!" Da Sha stood up, took out a stack of business cards and handed one to each of the bosses. He even stuffed one into the pocket of Fatty He, who was lying on the ground convulsing.

"Ah Wen, find someone to take this Boss He to the hospital. He's such a big man, yet he's so careless when he walks, he bumped into something like this! Tsk!" He instructed Nine-Dragon to take care of Fatty He.

Standing up, Cao Tai straightened the sleeves of his slim-fitting suit jacket and said, "Gentlemen, please excuse me. For any questions regarding goods, please contact Mr. Cheng Fuquan. If your shops are harassed by any unscrupulous individuals, please contact Mr. Wen Nuoyan. I believe both of them can be of assistance!"

"Fuquan, take good care of all the bosses!" He turned to Da Sha and gave him a word of advice.

He nodded to everyone and then walked out of the private room that Xiao Fu had opened in advance.