Hong Kong film: As a boss, I use money to make decisions.

Chapter 87 I Really Want to Hit Someone Today

Before long, the advisor Su checked his watch and signaled that the plane could take people over to start work.

The plane immediately picked up the DV camera, first instructing the black-clad man to do his work, then looked at the advisor Su, seeing that he still showed no intention of moving.

"Hey, aren't you coming over?"

"Forget it, I—I'm afraid I'll throw up!"

"What are you vomiting for? Help me fix the lighting!"

The advisor, Su, waved his hand repeatedly: "Flying—an airplane, not for you to shoot an art film. Just shoot something casual, as long as it's passable!"

After a while, once he finished work, Feiji felt he needed to wash his eyes properly.

"Alright, let's go!"

After putting away the DV camera, the plane only shouted once at the black guy.

"Wait a little longer!"

"Get your mother's head out here right now!"

Seeing the plane get angry, the black guy reluctantly started getting dressed, complaining to the plane as he did so.

"Boss, you told me to go all out—"

"Shut up! Stay away from me!"

Upon seeing the black man walking towards him, the plane immediately took two steps back, maintaining a safe distance.

At 10:05 p.m., after the plane delivered the film to the Qiankun Film Company in Mong Kok for developing, it took the girl with it to a dance hall in the reclaimed land area and found Wah-Dee watching the show.

"Wah-di, everything's settled. Brother Siu asked me to pass on a message to you: we've dealt with James this time. If Tung Sing comes looking for trouble, you can come to Wo Luen Shing to see him anytime."

Upon hearing this, Hua Di immediately gave a slight smile.

"It's nothing. You and Brother Xiao both saved my life, this is nothing!"

As he spoke, Hua Di handed a cigarette to Fei Ji, then gritted his teeth and said...

"The territory of the Fuan Society was originally small, and in the past, half of the society's business was supported by the horse farm."

James, that bastard, has a long reach when he's working in Yau Ma Tei. He comes to Mong Kok every few days to harass us lowly gangsters.

Take the money!

I've disliked him for a long time. I'd be so happy to get rid of him!

The plane took the cigarette that Hua Di offered and chuckled, a rare occurrence for him.

"Okay! In short, if you get into trouble, Fu'an Society can't protect you, but Brother Xiao can!"

I still need to find someone to send the film to those newspapers. If I delay any longer, I'm afraid they won't be able to finish tomorrow morning's news. So I won't chat with you any longer. The night passed quickly.

The next day, just as dawn broke, Lin Xiaoru got up and asked Taibao to go to the street and buy a few newspapers and magazines as usual.

When Taibao returned with the items, Lin Xiaoru casually picked up a magazine, glanced at it, and immediately felt that there was no need to eat breakfast this time.

The first magazine was Fat Lai's Saltwater Weekly in North Point. Because of such sensational news, the magazine was reprinted.

The weekly magazine cover, wrapped in plastic, had an image that was utterly offensive.

The headline went even further, exaggerating to the extreme—[Unprecedented—The Chicken Killing Team Officers Personally Take Action, Attacking from Both Sides, Why Both Men and Women?]

Snapped

Lin Xiaoru threw the magazine on the ground and frowned at Taibao.

"Taibao, go to the restroom and burn all of this right now!"

"Brother Xiao, I was just about to warn you not to watch!"

Taibao smiled wryly as he picked up the pile of newspapers and magazines, turning his head away as if he didn't even have the courage to look at them again.

After Taibao left, Lin Xiaoru lit a cigarette, looked out the window, and sighed sincerely.

"Looks like making a smutty magazine isn't easy."

News takes time to develop and spread.

But this kind of salty and foul news is like a bomb detonated in a cesspool; in no time, it will splatter everywhere!

Just after 8 a.m., James was still snoring loudly in his room at the Regent Hotel when a team of plainclothes police officers arrived at the door.

The person leading the group was a cold-faced man in his thirties. After the hotel staff swiped the room key, he pushed the staff member aside.

He then looked at one of his subordinates behind him and said coldly.

"Go, park the car at the entrance first, so those reporters can't take pictures!"

"good!"

After instructing his subordinate to do something, the man went directly into the suite and into the living room, where he saw James lying naked on the carpet.

"Sir, should we get him a basin of water to clear his head?"

A subordinate frowned and moved closer to the cold-faced man.

"Need not!"

The man responded, then took his ID out of his pocket, tucked it into his chest, and rolled up the sleeves of his suit jacket.

"I really want to hit someone today!"

Upon reaching James, the man reached out with his left hand, grabbed James's hair, and swung his right hand in a wide arc, delivering a resounding slap to James's face.

This immediately made James open his eyes. He tried to shake his groggy head and realized that someone had hit him. A nameless anger immediately rose up within him.

However, when he saw the person in front of him clearly, his expression, which had changed from confusion to anger, underwent a dramatic change.

Looking at the identification of the man squatting in front of him, James felt as if the sky had fallen.

Yang Jinrong – Internal Investigation Department – ​​SIP

"Did you know you were photographed by the paparazzi? A big star!"

"what?"

James was taken aback and dared not meet Yang Jinrong's gaze.

Yang Jinrong didn't say another word to James, but stood up and looked at his subordinates behind him.

"Give him the clothes, and make him put on the hood!"

"Sir, there's no hood!"

"Then put the clothes over his head and take him away immediately!"

At Yang Jinrong's command, James shuddered.

When he saw the officers from the Internal Investigations Unit take out the handcuffs, he realized he was completely finished.

When I tried to get up again, I felt dizzy and lightheaded, and my buttocks were throbbing with pain.

Today is Lin Xiaoru's housewarming day. Although there were some unexpected events, they did not affect Lin Xiaoru's mood.

Since Lin Xiaoru considered the Haifang Building as her safe house, she didn't hold a big banquet.

We booked a private room at Yi Dong Restaurant and invited a few of the restaurant's staff to have a small gathering there around noon.

He didn't even notify Chuanbao's side, to avoid putting him, as the big boss, in a difficult position, and to avoid having to prepare a gift for him.

Today also happened to be the day these stalls settled their accounts each month, so after a few rounds of drinks, Lin Xiaoru appropriately started the conversation.

He first looked at Antou Kun, who had pulled away his two large flying mounts.

"Antou Kun, it's been a month, and you still haven't found a good opportunity?"

An Tou Kun gave a somewhat embarrassed, bitter smile.

"Brother Xiao, I've been oversimplifying the business."

I was thinking of getting involved in smuggling, but I couldn't find a way. If it weren't for finding Brother Hei in Tai Po a while ago, and him driving two big jets to transport goods for them, I probably wouldn't have even made back my fuel costs this month!

You don't know the cost of firewood and rice until you're in charge of the household. After some hardship, An Tou Kun realized that being a big shot wasn't so easy.

Lin Xiaoru nodded, not making things too difficult for Antou Kun, and then looked at Sha Yucheng, who looked troubled.

"Kill Fish Cheng, I've secured the entire Sham Shui Po fish supply market for you. According to my prior estimates, you'll..."

At least 600,000 yuan must be paid over each month!

As a result, less than 500,000 was paid this month. What's wrong? You don't have enough stock to supply such a large market?

Upon hearing this, Sha Yucheng immediately waved his hand.

"No, Brother Xiao! I wasn't bragging to you before. I can get any lobster they want!"

That's it—that's it—"

Killing Fish Cheng stammered, as if he had some unspeakable secret.

Taibao, the leader, spoke up at this point.

"Just speak plainly! Stop stammering. What trouble can't you solve yourself? Why don't you tell the boss? What are you really thinking?"

Upon hearing this, Sha Yucheng immediately sighed.

"Brother Xiao, you've given me so much business, I don't want to cause you any trouble!"

But there's nothing I can do. When you're under someone's roof, you have to bow your head. This month, I've been delivering goods to Sham Shui Po every day, but every few days, the leader of Sham Shui Po, Kwan Tsz-sum, comes to ask me for money!

At first it was fine, they only asked for two or three thousand, but then they went too far, asking for five thousand today and ten thousand tomorrow!

Yesterday I went to deliver goods, and he had people block my car early in the morning, saying that if I didn't pay him 20,000 yuan, he would make me take all the fish back!

Lin Xiaoru was immediately angered upon hearing this.

Why didn't you tell me before?

"Brother Xiao, I've thought about talking to you, but after all, Kwan Tsz-sum is the leader of Sham Shui Po. As his subordinate, I also have to consider your feelings and don't want to put you in a difficult position."

We were making money anyway, and I was thinking of using my own money to cover this amount, but I didn't expect you to notify us in advance that the accounts would be due at noon, and we haven't even had time to do the accounting yet.

Before Sha Yucheng could finish speaking, Lin Xiaoru slammed her hand heavily on the dining table, making the plates rattle loudly.

Kill Fish Cheng quickly lowered his head and said no more.

"How wonderful! I've only entrusted the business to you for a month, and you've already started making decisions on your own behind my back!"

An Tou Kun took two big planes from me and didn't earn a penny after a month. Did I say anything to him?!

Faced with Lin Xiaoru's questioning, Sha Yucheng's voice was barely audible.

"No----"

"Then why didn't you report the problem? Do you think you're qualified to handle it? Otherwise, why don't you take the position of leader in Kwun Tong?!"

"I'm so sorry, Brother Xiao—"

"I'm sorry?"

Lin Xiaoru sneered, then turned her head and glanced at the stall owners present. Apart from the Zhao brothers who ran the convenience store, everyone else involuntarily lowered their heads.

"Listen up, all of you. I can find ways to make money for you, and I'll help you solve any problems you encounter."

Sometimes it's okay if we don't make any money. What I hate most is when my underlings act on their own. The most important thing is that they know how to follow my orders!

"yes!"

The group responded in unison, not daring to look at Lin Xiaoru.

"Kill Fish Makoto, lift your head!"

After finishing her reprimand, Lin Xiaoru softened her tone.

Upon hearing this, Sha Yucheng looked at Lin Xiaoru with a long face, fearing that Lin Xiaoru might get upset and shut down his fish stall.

However, Lin Xiaoru did not intend to make things difficult for him any further.

"Listen carefully, the fish stall in Sham Shui Po was negotiated between me and Lung Kan!"

"When you deliver goods over there in the future, if anyone causes you trouble, you can fight them off without a problem. But no matter who asks you for money, don't give them a single penny. Understand?"

"clear!"

"How much did Guan Zisen take from you last month?"

Sha Yu Cheng lowered his head and pondered for a moment before speaking.

"Approximately—around 106,000 mosquitoes!"

Lin Xiaoru nodded, picked up the teacup in front of her, and took a sip of tea.

Then he spoke.

"You'd better deliver this 106,000 to me within an hour. If you can't come up with it, I'm shutting down your business, and I'll find myself a job that follows the rules!"

Upon hearing this, the usually quick-witted but somewhat clueless Killer Fish was momentarily at a loss for words.

Taibao noticed that he was still sitting there blankly, so he quickly reminded him.

"Hurry back and get your money! What are you doing sitting here like an idiot?"

"oh oh!"

Killing the fish felt like a pardon; he hurriedly got up and jogged out of the private room.

Lin Xiaoru then looked at the others.

"If there's nothing else, you can all go back now."

Everyone stood up quickly, startled by Lin Xiaoru, and dared not linger.

After seeing everyone off, Taibao lit a cigarette for Lin Xiaoru.

"Brother Xiao, calm down. But Brother Sen from Sham Shui Po is really like this."

He's a master of all vices, and he'd never miss an opportunity to extort money. It's not surprising that he managed to hold off Yu Cheng.

Lin Xiaoru smiled, a cigarette dangling from her lips, and turned to look at Taibao.

"What, you think I'm angry?"

"Isn't that right? You scared me just now—"

"Alright, you wouldn't understand even if I told you this, but Guan Zisen really went too far."

Tai-bao, go find out where Kwan Tsz-sum is for me. I need to talk to him in person, otherwise he'll ask for more money next time he delivers fish!

Taibao nodded first, then continued speaking.

"Brother Xiao, why don't we just go talk to Jimmy?"

Everyone knows that the real power in Sham Shui Po is Jimmy.

"Let Jimmy handle things with Guan Zisen; it's better than making things difficult for you!"

"That's not appropriate. No matter what, Guan Zisen is still his nominal boss."

Sham Shui Po has far better resources than Kwun Tong. Jimmy and I have many business collaborations to pursue, and we don't want to tarnish his reputation because of this.

As she spoke, Lin Xiaoru took a deep drag on her cigarette and continued.

"Let's have a chat with this good-for-nothing. If he behaves himself, then nothing will happen."

If he likes to cause trouble—”

Lin Xiaoru sneered as she spoke, then patted Taibao on the shoulder, signaling him to get to work.

Around 3 p.m., a smoke-filled arcade on Temple Street was filled with smoke.

Upstairs from this arcade was the den of shady dealers in Temple Street.

On the second and third floors, there was a lottery stall, which also sold smuggled cigarettes and dismantled trinkets.

Guan Zisen is a regular here. There are cheap noodles and you can gamble a few rounds. Guan Zisen simply loves this place.

Upon entering the gambling den on the second floor, someone saw Guan Zai Sen and laughed.

"Brother Sen, you're here again! Let's play dice this time. I'll bet against you on big or small, and if I win, I'll cover the losses for tonight's dragon!"

Guan Zisen ignored him and walked to a counter, took out a roll of loose banknotes from his pocket, and slapped it on the counter.

"Let's apply some powder first, give it a boost!"

"Fuck your mother, Brother Sen is getting richer and richer lately!"

Someone whispered in agreement: "Big spender my foot! If he had that much money, he'd be betting on horse races and soccer matches at the betting station already!"

"Are you crazy? There's no Marseille match today!"

Guan Zisen's skin was thicker than a city wall. He had no dignity as a big shot and let others judge him. He simply took what he wanted and planned to go to the back corridor to clear his head.

Even when you run to the fire escape, it's still a mess.

The ground was covered with charred tin foil, clearly indicating that this was a gathering place for a group of fellow Daoists.

When Lin Xiaoru received the news and arrived at Temple Street with Li Xiangdong and the others, it was already four o'clock in the afternoon.

The arcade was still bustling at this time. Many gang members who were short of money liked to come here to buy a dozen or so coins, wiggle the joystick, and play all day long.

The cigarette vendor who sold cigarettes to Lin Xiaoru on Temple Street last time happened to be strolling around the arcade with a cigarette holder in his arms.

A long-haired guy was playing a game of Street Fighter with his partner when he made a careless mistake and lost the game.

"Fuck your mother, again!"

Long-haired boy inserted another coin, shouting indignantly.

"Screw you, just pay up first!"

His companion, beaming with pride, reached out for the prize money for the round.

Left with no other choice, the long-haired guy had to take out some loose change from his pocket, just as the cigarette-smoking guy walked up to him.

"Would you like a cigarette?"

Longhair counted out a ten-dollar bill, handed it to his companion, and casually took a pack of cigarettes from the cigarette box.

He skillfully disassembled the cigarette, lit it, and inserted a coin, showing no intention of paying, while continuing to shout.

"Again!"

This time he lost even more badly; before he could even take two puffs of a cigarette, he was knocked down by Tong Ling's combo.

"Damn it! Why aren't you coming to open it!"

The long-haired man angrily smashed the machine, biting his cigarette butt and cursing.

"money!"

Seeing that he had finished the game, Yanzi then reached out his hand to him.

The long-haired guy, already seething with anger, glanced at him sideways and shoved the cigarette butt into the smoker's palm.

"Flying money? Do you even know who I am? I'm with Wo Kau Shing!"

Yanzi cried out in pain. Upon hearing the name of Kaihe Jiusheng Sangkun, he immediately covered his hand and took two steps back, looking aggrieved, but still refused to leave.

"I—I need to eat—"

"Eat rice? You might as well eat shit! You want money? Here it is, come and take it if you dare!"

As the long-haired boy spoke, he slapped a roll of tickets onto the arcade machine, and his friend, who had just been playing the arcade with him, joined in the teasing.

"Blind Hui, I told you to come and get the money, are you deaf?!"

Just as Blind Hui hesitated, a hand reached for the banknotes, took the roll of money, and threw it onto Blind Hui's cigarette stand.

"Get your shovel!"

The two henchmen were furious when they saw this, but when they looked over, they were immediately stunned.

"Laugh—Brother Laugh—"

Lin Xiaoru stood in front of the two men, looking them up and down. Then she picked up the box of Liangshi from the arcade machine, took out a cigarette, and put it in her mouth.

"I'll fuck your mother's ass. Using the name of He Tou Sheng to do such an embarrassing thing, is the He Jiu Sheng brand only worth the price of a pack of cigarettes?"

"You bastards, if my men sell cigarettes in Temple Street in the future, are you guys brave enough to not pay me?"

"I wouldn't dare!"

The two scoundrels had completely lost their earlier arrogance; they both wished they could bury their heads in their crotches.

However, Lin Xiaoru did not make things difficult for them. She had just heard that this rascal Xiangduo was with Sang Kun in Mong Kok.

Sang Kun is a confidant of a powerful figure in Mong Kok, but he has never had any dealings with him. Perhaps he should find an opportunity to get to know him.

Before going upstairs to ask for money for cigarettes for Blind Hui, Lin Xiaoru looked at Blind Hui behind her.

"Hey kid, didn't we bump into each other in Temple Street last time?"

Upon hearing this, Blind Hui immediately recognized Lin Xiaoru and quickly handed over the rolled-up bill.

"Boss, I—I'm so grateful to you! You gave me a tip last time, so I won't charge you for this cigarette!"

"Stay put! Maybe we'll meet again sometime in the future!"

Lin Xiaoru pushed away the money that Mang Hui handed over. He had told Kuiji a long time ago that he wanted to do tobacco and alcohol supply business in Yau Tsim Mong.

If you're going to get involved in smuggling cigarettes, you'll inevitably have to deal with all sorts of people from all walks of life here.

Making a good connection right now is just a convenient thing to do, because you might need this cigarette someday.

After sending Mang Hui away, Lin Xiaoru Ren took out a box of Red Marlboro from his pocket and threw it directly in front of the two old men, Sang Kun and his companion.

He then picked up the cigarette from his mouth, pointed at the two men, and said, "Hey, next time you're having a chat, please take out the cigarettes from your pocket."

Dress up nicely!

Smoking this kind of cigarette makes people laugh at you, a big shot, for being such a loser!

After saying that, Lin Xiaoru went straight upstairs.

Seeing Lin Xiaoru leading people upstairs, the long-haired guy couldn't believe it. He picked up the box of red pills that Lin Xiaoru had left behind and slapped his left cheek.

"Wow! Brother Xiao gave me this, but I won't smoke this pack!"

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