Reborn in Hong Kong, my cousin is Crippled Ho

The next day, late at night, at Sham Shui Po Pier.

The ten-day period has arrived, and Biandanwei once again leads the ship out to sea. This time, Shenda Hui is also going with him.

Standing on the dock, Master Ming watched the smuggling ship sail away. Suddenly, he asked one of Hong Shun's henchmen for a cigarette.

The knife-wielder, familiar with his abstinence from smoking and drinking, pulled out a match and asked, "Ming-ge, why the sudden urge to smoke?"

"Sigh, the pressure is immense." Master Ming sighed, covering his mouth and coughing a few times.

Several knife-wielders rushed forward to support him.

Although Master Ming is only nominally associated with Hong Shun, everyone knows that he is just a figurehead.

As long as Bien Dan Wai is not around, the decision-making in the entire gang will definitely go to Ming Ge, not his henchman Hui Ge.

Of course, Master Ming did not disappoint his brothers.

Before Biandanwei met Lin Yuanshan, it was he who kept calculating, robbing Peter to pay Paul, owing medical bills and delaying medicine payments, and stabilizing the entire Shek Kip Mei brothel.

At this moment, everyone realized that Ming was under pressure.

They all chimed in, suggesting that Ming should go to the secret hideout under the gang's name to cool off.

The advisor tried his best to maintain a calm demeanor and not let his worry show on his face.

In addition to the originally planned purchase of 1 yuan worth of Western medicine, Biandanwei also borrowed 2 yuan in high-interest loans on his voyage.

Hopefully, this voyage will go smoothly.

If there is any mishap, even if he works his hardest, his business will be dismantled by the creditors to pay off his debts!

Here, the advisor Ming is trying his best to maintain order.

On the other side, Fish Head Ming and Rotten Life Biao, who also planted their flags at the Sham Shui Po pier, were secretly observing this scene.

"Damn it, are you sure the information is accurate?"

"Is he crazy?!" Fish Head Ming's expression was twisted as he stared intently at the sails gradually disappearing into the distance on the sea.

One of the Fuk Yee Hing members, who was in charge of gathering information, whispered back, "Brother Ming, the information is accurate! You know Mai Gui's quirks: he's quick to lend money and loose-lipped. He especially likes big shots to borrow money from him."

According to him, whether or not he gets the money back is another matter; first, he wants to spread the word and build up his reputation!

Yu Tou Ming rubbed his cheeks vigorously: "Pfft, Mother! Of course I know about Mai Gui's quirks."

But don't forget, the reason he dared to do this and continue to expand his profits is because he has the backing of the "Virtue" group and his power is strong enough.

Moreover, he always investigated the various powerful figures before lending them money in times of emergency, making sure they had the ability to repay before readily disbursing the loans!

Fish Head Ming lowered his head, lit a lucky charm, and continued, "I'm fine, but how could that penniless wretch Biandanwei let Mai Gui lend him money? Who's going to guarantee it for him?"

at the same time.

In Warehouse B, Chao Yongyi's crooked life was being celebrated with a banquet for someone he never expected—Detective Han Sen, who had been transferred from Mong Kok to Kowloon City.

"Ah Biao, you've been wearing that surprised expression all night." Han Sen raised his double-distilled liquor, took a sip, picked up a braised goose foot with his chopsticks, stuffed it into his mouth, and chuckled as he chewed, "Aren't you tired of seeing that? I'm sick of it. Let's change things up."

"Brother Sen, I really didn't expect it! It turns out that you were behind Bian Danwei..." Lan Mingbiao picked up a wine bottle to refill Han Sen's glass, his tone quite helpless.

Han Sen laughed heartily, picked up his chopsticks and shook them: "Wrong, the person behind Awei isn't me. It's just that Awei and I are both working for the same person."

"Lin Yuanshan?" Lanmingbiao frowned and couldn't help but ask.

Han Sen tilted his head back and drank another glass: "Ah Biao, at my age, if I want to improve, I have to take risks! Mr. Lin is worth the gamble!"

"I don't understand." After hearing this, Lanmingbiao frowned and said, "I admit that Lin Yuanshan does have the potential to rise to prominence."

But you're not as powerful as a carrying pole.

Awei had no choice but to bet on Lin Yuanshan, which was essentially a gamble with his life.

Brother Sen, you're in Mong Kok, a very lucrative area.

Even Detective Hua earns more in fees each month than he does working for Lin Yuanshan…

"Wrong! Mr. Lin and I don't talk about money, we talk about fate." Han Sen picked up a boiled shrimp, stuffed it into his mouth and chewed it shell and all: "To be honest, I have never received a single penny from Mr. Lin."

Even yesterday, when Carrie Lam came to the Kowloon City Police Station saying he needed money to help Mr. Lam with his business, I not only introduced him to some opportunities, but also acted as a loan shark guarantor for him.

"Ah! Am I seeing things, or have you all gone mad?" Lanmingbiao couldn't help but exclaim in surprise upon hearing this.

In the underworld, he was already known for daring to challenge those who hadn't yet done so.

Over the years, through his sister Qiaoru working as a waitress at Fengru Tea House, many Teochew people who came to Hong Kong to make a living, whether they followed the legitimate path or were involved in organized crime, received his care as the head of the Teochew Yongyi Shek Kip Mei Hall.

When Lin Yuanshan first came to Hong Kong, Lan Mingbiao also contributed to his successful entry into the Yellow River branch factory.

But compared to Han Sen and Biandanwei, who were both crazy, Lanmingbiao found himself to be as naive as a greenhorn.

Placing bets in advance is not a viable method; it's simply reckless!

Han Sen licked his lips, his already prosperous face filled with greed: "No, no, no! I'm not crazy."

I've been in the Hong Kong police force for over 20 years, and I've never been this clear-headed before.

Ah Biao, since we've known each other for so long, I'll give you some news.

"What news?" Lanmingbiao looked at Han Sen.

Han Sen lowered his voice: "You should know Sir Zhou, the president of the Dongguan Chamber of Commerce, right?"

"Of course I know! Sir Zhou Xiyu is the head of the Dongguan business community. Sometimes when the Dongguan community is short of laborers, they will come to our gang to borrow people. The loading and unloading are all done by the Zhou family!" Lanmingbiao nodded vigorously, with an expression that said, "You think I'm a country bumpkin?"

Han Sen chuckled: "The Zhou family is vetting Mr. Lin."

The people below me told me that in the past few days, the people of Dongyihe have been collecting information about Mr. Lin from all over the place.

Meanwhile, Mr. Lin's secretary, Zhang Chujie, was also using his previous connections on the street to inquire about a woman surnamed Zhou who worked at Hang Seng Bank.

Both sides coincidentally adopted very mild methods for collecting information.

If I'm not mistaken, Mr. Lin, whom I've bet on, might already be on the Zhou family's shortlist for a son-in-law!

"Wah! Wah wah! Wah wah wah!" After yelling, Lanmingbiao raised his right hand and slapped himself hard: "Damn it! If you're too slow, you won't even get to eat hot shit!"

Han Sen had just scooped half a bowl of taro paste with a spoon when he heard this, so he simply threw the bowl on the table: "Hey, hey, who's eating shit!"

Ah Biao, when I get news, you're the first person I think of. Are you really that disgusting?

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"No, no, no! Brother Sen, don't misunderstand, I meant myself, I meant myself." Lanming Biao quickly apologized and asked his henchmen to come up and remove the taro paste.

When two more dishes were served, Lanmingbiao personally poured wine for Han Sen: "Brother Sen, we've been brothers for over ten years, please give me a hand this time."

"How about we arrange a gathering so I can toast Mr. Lin?"