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

Chapter 90: How can a single pistol stir up a storm?

Midday, Garden Street, Mong Kok.

In an old Wuyi Association building, several uncles from the He Lian Sheng family, along with several leaders from the Kowloon area, gathered together.

The meeting was supposedly to discuss how to take down Temple Street, but most people were just there to go through the motions, not because it concerned them.

The conditions offered by Mao Dun seemed tempting, but they couldn't sway them. Businesses outside their own territory weren't something they could hold onto even if they got their hands on it.

Looking around the table, only Lin Xiaoru and Lin Huaiyue were truly interested in Mao Dun's terms.

Lin Xiaoru goes without saying; he was the one who started this whole thing, and he was determined to take over the smuggled cigarette business in the entire Temple Street area and Mong Kok.

The same applies to Lin Huai-le; he wants to continue building momentum for the election leader and further expand his territory.

Fat Deng had instructed him long ago that he should try to win over the older generation of the Lian Sheng family, if possible.

Regardless of whether this can help Mao Dun get an explanation, at the very least, Mao Dun's vote will be secure at the beginning of next year!

So after a rather uneventful meeting, the result was still the same – the two families in Kwun Tong and Jordan voted by raising their hands to stand up for Mao Dun.

After a leisurely cup of tea, just when everyone thought the meeting was about to end, a henchman suddenly came in to inform Chui-chi.

"Boss, people from Yanchanle have come over. They have something to say about Sangkun's matter!"

"What's the point of talking about it? Sang Kun is already dead, there's no use in negotiating now!"

Before Chuiji and Maodun could say anything, Lin Huaile, in a show of concern for others, spoke up first.

In his view, the smokers in Temple Street were like fish hairs that could be easily swatted away.

The worst fear is that Mao Dun is old and senile, and if he sees Yan Chan Le making deals or doing business, he'll nod his head and agree to make peace, then all my efforts will be in vain.

Fortunately, Mao Dun did not express his opinion.

A group of old guys also agreed with Lin Huaile's statement. After all, they weren't the ones who did the work, so they were happy to just talk and give Mao Dun a shouting match at the meeting.

In contrast, Guan Zisen kept his head down ever since he sat down, not daring to even glance at Lin Xiaoru.

All I wanted was to endure until the meeting ended so I could slip away as soon as possible.

Of course, most people don't even consider him a number right now.

Only the henchman of Chuiji gave Guanzaisen a deep look, then leaned close to Chuiji's ear and whispered something in his ear.

Chuiji's face quickly darkened; he knew that this matter was beyond his control.

He looked at Guan Zisen, who was yawning with his head down, and finally spoke.

"Let the people from the smoky shovel club come in first!"

"Boss, do you expect me to negotiate with them? To put it bluntly, all the members of my Ninth District are brothers!"

Now someone is cutting off our limbs, and we can't tarnish the reputation of Wo Shing Wo!

Upon hearing this, Lin Huai Le immediately stood up and frowned as he looked at Chui Ji.

Seeing this, Lin Xiaoru found it all quite ridiculous. He didn't want to say a word and just wanted to see how he and Guan Zisen would handle the situation when the people from Yanchanle came in and dropped some bombshells.

Chick winked at Lin Huai Le, but seeing that he ignored him, he had no choice but to speak.

"Ah Le, I didn't say we wouldn't fight, but there's always a rule!"

Since the people from the tobacco shovel club have come to our door, why not listen to what they have to say first!

After saying this, Chuiji ignored Lin Huai Le and urged the henchman to go out and bring his men in quickly.

The one coming to Garden Street is the popular Toastmasters of Tobacco Shovel.

He was led into the venue, his head wrapped in bandages. Seeing a room full of unfriendly-looking bigwigs from the Wo Shing Wo Association, he felt a chill run down his spine.

But there was nothing he could do; since the boss had given the order, he had to get the job done today.

"Uncles, bosses, I'm here today for no other reason than this."

My boss has some misunderstandings with you all and Wo Shing Wo, so he sent me here today to explain things to you!

After saying this, Huo Bao picked up the DV camera in his hand, gave Guan Zisen a deep look, and then pressed the play button.

The DV camera was placed on the table, with the screen facing Chui Chi and a group of uncles sitting on either side of the head seat.

Ah Sen, it was all thanks to you that we were able to thwart that cigarette smuggling case on Temple Street last night! That 130,000—

Although Guan Zisen, who was sitting in the back row, could not see the image on the DV camera, he could hear the sound clearly.

He immediately changed his half-dead attitude and realized that he had been set up!

Before the DV recording finished playing, he immediately stood up, pointed at the fire, and began to curse.

"Fuck your mother! You're spouting nonsense. When have I ever done that?"

Don't think you can just grab someone, pretend to be something they're not, and secretly film them to try and smear me!

The people in the room exchanged bewildered glances. Although Guan Zisen's explanation was reasonable and well-founded, for some reason, they still hesitated to...

I believe this is true.

There's no other reason than that everyone present believed that Kwan Tsz-sum was truly capable of doing such a thing!

Even Lin Huai Le frowned at this moment and cast a disdainful look at Guan Zi Sen.

Mao Dun's expression was unpredictable, and although he didn't say anything, his fists were clenched so tightly under the table that they made a thumping sound.

Fiery followed up with a finishing blow.

"Brother Sen, you say I framed you? You really think too highly of us!"

I've investigated the person who gave you money in the video. He's Lau Kin-ming, the star cop of the intelligence department. He was one of the key figures in bringing down the Ni family in Tsim Sha Tsui back then!

If we could latch onto such a powerful figure, we'd be selling cigarettes for nothing in Temple Street!

"But you, Brother Sen, are really shrewd! You wear green on your left foot and red on your right, you've got it all covered!"

The scene immediately erupted in chaos.

Mao Dun immediately slammed his hand on the table, grabbed a teacup, and threw it at Guan Zai Sen.

Unfortunately, his strength was slightly lacking, and Guan Zai Sen dodged it.

"Guan Zai Sen, you're a piece of trash!!"

Mao Dun angrily pointed at Guan Zisen, the veins on the back of his hand bulging, wishing he could skin Guan Zisen alive.

At that moment, Guan Zisen felt utterly speechless.

He racked his brains but couldn't understand how he, a good-for-nothing for so many years, had offended the intelligence officers.

As a result, the other party had to personally set a trap for him, making him take the blame for something he didn't do.

Fortunately, Lin Huai Le spoke up at the right time, diverting the attention from him.

"You idiot, forget about Guan Zai Sen for now, I'm just asking you, did you kill Sang Kun?!"

Huo Bao was immediately taken aback, and then subconsciously took two steps back towards the door.

He pointed to the wound on his head and said, "Yes! But last night he brought his men to our territory to cause trouble, shouting and threatening to kill, and even smashed my head!"

He started the trouble first, so how can we be blamed?

"Then there's nothing more to say!"

Lin Huaiyue uttered a cold remark, and Huo Bao took two steps back.

Just as he turned to run, he saw that the doorway had been blocked by two thugs from Wo Luen Shing.

His fiery temper immediately turned sour.

"Damn it! Go ahead and fight if you want, I'm the boss in Temple Street waiting for you to trample over me!"

"But you'd better not lay a hand on me now. With so many of you from the Lian Sheng family coming out for a meeting, the Zero Division police are standing guard outside."

Lin Xiaoru, who had been watching the show for a while, finally made a move. He simply gave Li Xiangdong behind him a wink, and Li Xiangdong immediately understood.

Without saying a word, he stepped forward and grabbed Huo Bao by the neck. Before Huo Bao could react, he kicked him squarely in the groin.

Huo Bao's entire body immediately bent over like a boiled shrimp, but Li Xiangdong's actions were swift and decisive. He raised his foot and kicked Huo Bao's left kneecap.

A crisp cracking sound of bones breaking clearly reached the ears of everyone present, followed immediately by a furious scream.

Seeing this, Guan Zai Sen looked flustered and quietly left his seat while everyone's attention was diverted.

Lin Xiaoru saw this scene but did not call it out.

Chui-chi was also watching Guan Zisen slip away, but he didn't say anything. He even shook his head at the two thugs at the back door, signaling them to let Guan Zisen leave.

This is not a problem that he can easily solve.

He managed to appease Guan Zai Sen, but offended Long Gen in Sham Shui Po.

If they don't punish Guan Zisen, they won't be able to explain it to the triads and the local bullies.

It's better to let him slip away, then pass the buck to Lung Kan and let the people of Sham Shui Po have a headache.

Lin Xiaoru got up, walked over to Huobao, and lit a cigarette.

He then turned to look at Mao Dun, whose face was ashen, and spoke.

"Uncle, the person will stay here with you. I'll take care of things in Temple Street as soon as possible!"

After saying that, Lin Xiaoru directly told Li Xiangdong to leave the table and was the first to walk out of the clubhouse.

Upon seeing this, Lin Huaiyue immediately greeted Mao Dun and followed after him.

"Ah Xiao, Ah Xiao!"

When he reached the entrance of the clubhouse, he called out to Lin Xiaoru. Lin Huaiyue looked around and then stood in front of Lin Xiaoru.

"Brother Le, what's up?"

Lin Xiaoru has never been particularly fond of Lin Huaile.

"Actually, it's nothing much. We're all from the same clan. I was thinking—could I handle the Temple Street matter this time?"

"Brother Le, what do you mean by that? Didn't you say before that more people mean more strength?"

"I have my reasons!"

Lin Huaiyue lowered his voice as he spoke.

"Everyone knows I'll be fighting Big D for the baton next year. If you do me a favor, I'll definitely repay you someday when I'm in charge!"

The two had dealt with each other before, and Lin Huaile knew that it was pointless to play tricks on him, who was from the same clan.

It would be better to be honest; perhaps Lin Xiaoru would actually give him face.

Lin Xiaoru answered very readily this time.

"Okay, Lok-ge likes it. You'll go fight in Temple Street by yourself?"

"Are you... are you serious?"

"Of course I'm serious, I just don't know if Brother Le will be able to handle it."

"Brother, you're joking. If I can't even handle a simple cigarette shovel, I shouldn't even bother running for next year's leader!"

Lin Huai Le patted Lin Xiao Ru on the shoulder as he spoke, and then added.

"Thank you for doing me this favor. I've been keeping an eye on your convenience store business in Jordan."

If we manage to take Temple Street this time, you'll definitely get your share of the rewards!

"Thank you very much for your help, Brother Le."

Lin Xiaoru shrugged, then led Li Xiangdong straight to the parking lot on the east side of the street.

When Lin Xiaoru arrived at the parking lot, she noticed someone with their head down, pacing back and forth beside her car.

Immediately, Li Xiangdong instinctively reached behind his waist and stood in front of Lin Xiaoru.

However, Lin Xiaoru stopped her.

"Don't be alarmed, it's that cigarette smuggler from Temple Street."

Upon seeing Lin Xiaoru approaching, Blind Hui, who had been lingering there for half a day, immediately became nervous.

He looked around and spoke before Lin Xiaoru could speak.

"Uncle Ben from Tung Sing went to Temple Street today to look for—Smoker Lok. Boss, Uncle Ben is going to help Smoker Lok carry the load!"

Lin Xiaoru had long suspected that Yan Chanle had dared to kill someone from Wo Luen Shing.

This morning, he even found out through the system that Yan Chanle was interested in transferring to Tung Sing. However, he was surprised that Blind Hui would come here to tell him this.

Lin Xiaoru couldn't help but smile.

"Why are you telling me all this?"

"Because—because no big shot has ever been this nice to me before, I want you to crush Temple Street."

That way, when I sell cigarettes in Temple Street, Xiao Hui and I won't be bullied so easily anymore.

It has to be said that Blind Hui is truly naive.

Even the reason for coming to expose him was so straightforward.

I now know that Bai Tou Weng has gone to meet with Yan Chan Le. If nothing unexpected happens, there will be a big move in Temple Street tonight.

"Blind Hui, then I'll take your good wishes. When I conquer Temple Street, I'll reward you with a cigarette stall."

"I don't want a cigarette stand, I just want—just a little less commission and not forcing Xiao Hui to solicit customers, and I'll be very grateful, boss!"

"Silly boy, let me take it first!"

As Lin Xiaoru spoke, she took out a hunchbacked boy from her pocket and stuffed it into Blind Hui's shirt pocket.

He immediately opened the car door and got in.

The instant Taibao started the vehicle, Lin Xiaoru leaned back in her seat, adopting a posture of closing her eyes and resting.

"System, check if the White-haired Old Man has made any moves against me!"

[Query successful. This intelligence requires 1000 points. Do you have enough points to purchase the intelligence?]

"Only 1000 points? It seems this defense intelligence trigger is rather urgent!"

At this moment, the old man with white hair was on Temple Street, chatting with Yan Chanle about the transfer of ownership.

"Smoke Shovel Joy, this isn't the first time we've dealt with each other."

You should know that Tung Sing now only has one leader on the surface, but in reality, two people are in charge.

The camel guards his land in Yuen Long, while I'm flourishing all over Hong Kong and Kowloon.

When you do things with me in the future, I will inevitably find oil and water for you! "

The old man, nearing sixty, was still full of energy. His face looked withered, but his eyes shone brightly.

Yan Chan Le gave a wry smile: "Uncle Ben, I, Yan Chan Le, am not an ungrateful person. Right now, I'm being forced into a corner by Wo Luen Shing, but luckily, Uncle Ben thinks highly of me."

I wonder how Uncle Ben plans to support me this time!

"Simple!"

A sinister glint flashed across the old man's face.

"Lin Wai-lok from Jordan is weak and outnumbered, so I don't take him seriously."

But that Lin Xiaoru, I'm quite wary of her!

Not only did Fire Bull plant his flag on Portland Street, but he also colluded with the scoundrels from the Fu On Society to set up a scheme to remove James, whom I had painstakingly cultivated in the police force for many years!

"When this fight starts, he'll be the first to die!"

Yan Chanle nodded repeatedly.

"To be honest, Uncle Ben is most wary of this madman."

"We spent millions on a single day filming in Causeway Bay. If he really brings his people to overrun us, I don't know how we'll compete!"

"He won't have a chance to open the film this time!"

The old man with white hair snorted coldly, and then spoke.

"I don't care who his boss is backing him, how much spare money he has, or how many henchmen he has."

In short, I'm getting a gun tonight, and he won't see the sun tomorrow!

Upon hearing that the old man with white hair wanted to hire a gunman, Yanchan Le immediately felt confident.

In Hong Kong Island, hiring a ghostwriter is a major taboo, whether it's the police or the triads.

Leaving aside the triads, the police consider this kind of thing an absolute red line.

Once a shot is fired in a public place, crossing this red line, the police force of 30,000 officers will be deployed to their positions and relentlessly pursue and attack the person who fired the shot!

It's clear that the old man with white hair really hates Lin Xiaoru to the core.

So much so that they disregarded all rules and were determined to completely suppress this upstart from the Wo Luen Shing.

After giving Yanchan Le a reassurance on Temple Street, Bai Tou Weng did not linger there any longer.

Back in his car, as his trusted confidant Cola drove towards the Kadoorie Hill villa area, the old man suddenly spoke.

"Cola, is the gun ready?"

"Ready, Uncle!"

"Okay, you and Ah Bao finish the work this time, then go back to the mainland to lay low for a while. Once things are peaceful again, I'll call you back."

"OK!"

The driver, Cola, was a gangster in his early thirties who had started out fighting in underground boxing matches in Mong Kok and was spotted by the old man with white hair.

Knowing that he could use a gun, he had kept him by his side all these years, doing shady things for the old man.

What's most commendable is that Cola is loyal, ruthless, and doesn't talk much. He does whatever the old man asks him to do without ever saying no.

Seeing his silent demeanor, the old man seemed a little embarrassed.

So he spoke again.

"Cola, you and Ah Bao just got back from Kuala Lumpur. You haven't even had two days of fun in Hong Kong before I sent you back to work. Aren't you going to be upset with me?"

"Uncle Ben, you gave Ah Bao and me our lives."

"We're grateful you're even giving us a chance to eat; how could we possibly blame you?"

Cola remained calm, saying that if you're going to be a ghostwriter, you have to be prepared for it.

From the moment he took his first job from the old man with white hair and fired his first bullet, he never thought of becoming famous and rich like other gangsters.

This answer still put the old man at ease, and he simply smiled and nodded, then remained silent.

Lin Xiaoru had Taibao drive the car to Zhihe Street, picked out a fruit basket from her shop, and then told Taibao to wait there.

He took only Li Xiangdong with him and drove to Guanghua Hospital.

Chen Guozhong has just undergone surgery, which proves that money can solve most of the world's troubles.

After Chen Guozhong was hospitalized, Lin Xiaoru repeatedly requested additional medical funds through Po Leung Kuk, and even invited a neurosurgery team from the United States.

It cost nearly two million yuan in total, but they finally managed to save Chen Guozhong's life.

This life won't be saved in vain. Now that he knows the old man is planning to hire a gunman to hang him, Chen Guozhong's three hot-tempered men will come in handy.

When they arrived at the hospital, Li Weile was sitting outside an intensive care unit, looking quite content.

Because Chen Guozhong has no family, he needs to take leave to stay with his wife during this period.

CID Superintendent Yuen Ka-po generously granted him a two-week leave, instructing him to take good care of Chan Kwok-chung.

When Li Weile saw Lin Xiaoru carrying a fruit basket, he immediately stood up.

He gave Lin Xiaoru a genuine smile.

"Mr. Lin, thank goodness your money wasn't wasted."

The doctor said that Brother Zhong's life has been saved, and after a period of recuperation, he will be able to return to work in the police force!

After Li Weile took the fruit basket from her hands, Lin Xiaoru finally spoke up and asked.

"Is it convenient to visit now?"

"Not yet, I just had surgery not long ago, and the doctor said we can't disturb you for the time being!"

Li Weile looked apologetic, but Lin Xiaoru nodded.

"I've also arranged for the subsequent hospitalization expenses to be covered by someone."

If you encounter any further financial difficulties, just tell me, don't be shy!

After saying that, Lin Xiaoru turned and left.

Li Weile was left standing there, carrying the fruit basket, watching Lin Xiaoru's figure disappear around the corner of the stairs before he sat down again.

Back in the car, Lin Xiaoru made no attempt to clarify.

"Xiang Dong, tell Jing Sheng later not to reveal his identity. Tell him to go to Chaguo Ridge under the name of Dongxing Bai Tou Weng and ask Qu Wangui to do something for him!"

Li Xiangdong immediately perked up.

"Boss, what can I do for you? Do you need Xuejun and me to help?"

"No need. You've already shown your faces at Chaguo Ridge, and I'm afraid Qu Wangui's people will recognize you."

The task was simple: have Jingsheng go over there and pick out a few daring gunmen, and buy a few rifles.

"We've made an agreement with these gunmen: each of them will receive 200,000 HKD. Tonight, they're going to Sham Shui Po to kill someone!"

Li Xiangdong's expression turned serious.

"Who are you killing, making such a big fuss?"

"Kill me!"

"Huh? Not the boss—"

"Let me finish what I have to say!"

Lin Xiaoru interrupted Li Xiangdong's questioning and then spoke up.

"Tonight, I will go to Sham Shui Po in the name of the gang to talk to Lung Kan about Kwan Tsz-sum."

Now Guan Zisen is like a stray dog. Under pressure, Long Gen will definitely have to deal with Guan Zisen by family discipline to give the gang an explanation.

"I need to give Longgen some face and take care of what I promised him this morning before he resorts to family discipline!"

Li Xiangdong nodded repeatedly, afraid of missing any details.

Then Lin Xiaoru continued speaking.

"I will book a hotel and send a car to pick up Guan Zisen."

Just make sure the gunman memorizes the license plate. If any of the Tung Sing gang members shoot me at the banquet tonight, the gang of gunmen in Cha Kwo Ling...

"I'll smash Guan Zai Sen's car to smithereens right away! You get what I mean?"

Li Xiangdong pondered for a moment, then finally nodded.

"Boss, I understand. You're using Tung Sing to get rid of this good-for-nothing, Kwan Tsz-sum."

But I still don't understand why they needed to hire several gunmen and use long guns.

Logically speaking, shouldn't the less noise you make in this kind of situation, the better?

Lin Xiaoru gave a cold laugh.

"If you can't figure it out, just think about it slowly. In short, just do what I tell you and don't make any mistakes!"

The old man with white hair wants to send a gunman to kill me. How can a single pistol be enough to stir up trouble in Yau Tsim Mong?

This time, I'll play a big game with them, get them on the cover of an Asian magazine, and then I'll slowly take over their territory in Yau Ma Tei!