Reborn in Hong Kong, my cousin is Crippled Ho

Chapter 117 Being a low-ranking gang leader isn't easy

The main triad factions entrenched in the To Kwa Wan district include Fuk Yee Hing, Luen Ying Society, Tung Yee Wo, and the Number Gang.

Beng Kou Hua and Hai Shiye were respectively the head of the Tung Yee Wo organization and the head of the To Kwa Wan branch of the United British Society.

In terms of social standing, the former is definitely higher than the latter.

However, Dongyihe was a minor branch of the Dongguan gang, with only about 800 official members.

Even including the blue lanterns on the periphery, the number of people that Bengkouhua can theoretically mobilize will not exceed 1500.

With a small initial and an unappealing signboard, naturally fewer companies want to be associated with this brand.

Master Hai is the head of a district branch, but he is backed by the powerful Lien Ying Society.

Ma Jianqiu, the head of the gang, is known in the underworld as Master Qiu.

In the late 30s, Ma Jianqiu was Lian Hongping's most skilled double-flower red stick fighter.

It is said that back then, Lian Hongping led his men to conquer about one-third of the territory.

He failed to become the leader because Hong Kong fell to the Japanese, who then supported local gangs to harm the people.

Ma Jianqiu refused to become a traitor, so he voluntarily withdrew from Lian Hongping and went back to his hometown in Bao'an.

After Hong Kong was restored to its former glory, some of the high-ranking traitors who worked for the Japanese were purged, while others voluntarily retired, leaving the city leaderless for a time.

Finally, an uncle remembered that there was still Ma Jianqiu, a fierce tiger, so he went to invite him to take charge of the overall situation. At his suggestion, they borrowed a bucket from the Quan family to open the incense hall and reorganized Lian Hongping into the Lianying Society.

Note: "Borrowing a bucket" refers to Lian Hongping, who did not open the incense hall himself, and the rice bucket that represents Muyang City.

They took a shortcut and borrowed the "囍" (a type of ancient Chinese vessel) from the "全" (Quan) character, who possessed the sacred vessel of the Hongmen lineage, to open the mountain gate.

Based on Ma Jianqiu's actions, this step is essentially a whitewashing!

Because some high-ranking members of the Lian Hongping gang had acted as traitors during the Japanese occupation, the gang's reputation was ruined after the war.

Ma Jianqiu used the reputation he had built up in the underworld during the first half of his life to borrow a weapon from the Quan family, changing the name of the gang and cleaning up its name.

However, there was a price to pay: the Associated Press could not concede to the entire group.

Logically speaking, older members of the martial arts world at this age, if unwilling to become the head of a gang, should at least be a senior member of the local gang or a second-in-command.

Unfortunately, Ma Jianqiu's influence and contributions were too great, so the successive heads of the Lianying Society handed over the To Kwa Wan area to this old man to collect his pension.

A few years ago, worried that he was getting old and lacked energy, they thoughtfully provided him with a top-notch white paper fan, Su Zhenhai, as a fan holder.

This is not!

"It's good to have a big tree to lean on," Su Zhenhai thought, hearing that Beng Kouhua actually dared to ask him for 5000 yuan.

He wasn't intimidated at all and burst out laughing on the spot: "Haha, Eleventh Brother, do you know that the starting price for the fourth tier of information brokers in the underworld is only 2000 yuan!"

I had some minor disagreements with the adulterer, but for Hanjinqing's sake, the matter has already been brought to light.

Keep this 5000 yuan message of yours safe and wait for it to appreciate in value.

On the other end of the phone, Beng Kouhua wasn't angry. Instead, he smiled faintly and said, "Thirteenth Brother, don't get agitated. There's a reason why news is expensive."

In that case, I'll show you my hand.

You should know that we, a few members of the Dong group, have been working for some big shot, so—”

"The Zhou family?" Su Zhenhai's expression changed, and he put down the cigarette he was about to put in his mouth. "No! That's not right! Lin Yuanshan is from Chaozhou, while the Zhou family is from Dongguan. As the saying goes, 'Master and monk are not on the same path!'"

Note: "Shigong" refers to Nanmulao or other folk religious practitioners.

On the other end of the phone, Bengkou Hua remained silent.

After considering for a few seconds, Su Zhenhai firmly stated, "5000 yuan is impossible! I'll offer 2000 yuan, which is the market price for fourth-tier intelligence. Take it or leave it."

"Deal! Meet me at the usual place in half an hour." Beng Kouhua agreed decisively and hung up the phone.

40 minutes later, at Luen Hing Tea House, Cheung Lok Street, To Kwa Wan.

Su Zhenhai, who came to keep the appointment, learned from Beng Kouhua that Lin Yuanshan had been ordered to be investigated by the Zhou family.

"Eleventh Brother, we've known each other for over ten years, how could you make fun of me like this?"

Here's 2000 yuan, consider it my treat for you to tea." Su Zhenhai pulled out four hunchbacked bills, slapped them on the octagonal table, and shook his head faster than a rattle drum: "You don't need to tell me what happens next, I don't want to hear it. Let's just pretend we never met today."

Beng Kouhua laughed heartily and nonchalantly put away the banknotes.

Seeing this, Su Zhenhai became even more depressed. He had thought before coming that this time the villain had offended the Zhou family of Dongguan by daring to mess with them.

If I manage things properly, I might be able to seize the opportunity to kick the villains while also currying favor with Sir Zhou.

After all that fuss, it turns out that the scoundrel Yuan wanted to live off a woman, and he had his eye on the daughter that Sir Zhou was keeping outside.

Damn it, this kind of thing involves the area that wealthy families least want outsiders to interfere with.

Without the Zhou family's orders, anyone who touches them will be in trouble.

No wonder Beng Kouhua, who was essentially living off the Zhou family, dared to sell this kind of information to himself.

This powerful figure was certain that even if he knew the truth, he wouldn't dare to take any action, much less make it public.

"Thirteenth Brother, you have Master Qiu protecting you. In the whole To Kwa Wan, whether it's the underworld, the legitimate business, or the gray market, you can get involved in whatever business is profitable."

Master Qiu's position in the United British Society is special, so your branch doesn't need to pay any more taxes to the higher-ups.

Over the years, the brothers have roughly estimated how much you've made by following him.

"I finally have a chance to swindle you 2000 yuan today. Do you really think you can turn against your old friend?" Beng Kouhua's smile faded, and he sighed deeply. "Hey, Ah Hai, you have no idea how hard it is for a small fry like me to survive."

Su Zhenhai picked up a chicken foot with his chopsticks, stuffed it into his mouth, and slurped it down, saying, "We're all just trying to make a living, Eleventh Brother, you're exaggerating."

"Exaggeration?" Beng Kouhua scoffed, flicking his cigarette ash. "Alright, let's get back to the serious matter. What exactly happened between you and Lin Yuanshan? Is it really true, as you say, that it's all over?"

Su Zhenhai paused, picked up a shrimp dumpling, and put it in his mouth, chewing as he pondered.

[Why does Beng Kouhua suddenly ask this question? It feels like he's siding with Lin Yuanshan.]

As mentioned earlier, the alliance of "Nine Dragons and Eighteen Tigers" has become defunct in name only after twelve years.

Those who are doing well don't care about those who are down on their luck; those who are doing poorly are afraid of being looked down upon, so they rarely interact with those who are doing well.

Among them, Su Zhenhai was the most popular.

After all, he's a novice, someone who makes a living with his mouth and brain, and he won't make enemies unless absolutely necessary.

For example, today, Bengkou Hua made a harmless joke with him, and he still gave him 2000 yuan.

But now, the issue of Bengkou Hua is something he needs to think about carefully.

After chewing for dozens of times, Su Zhenhai finally lowered his voice and asked under Beng Kouhua's impatient gaze, "Eleventh Brother, don't tell me you want to be like that good-for-nothing Biandanwei and make Lin Yuanshan the Zhou family's son-in-law?"

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