Hong Kong: When the Wind Rises Again

Chapter 179 Taking the initiative to help
"You two know about this matter, and Superintendent William also appointed you two to do it."

Kosaka Ichiro had a cold face and stared at the two of them with cold eyes: "If you two choose to refuse, then you can leave, but I will say my ugly words first."

"This matter is very important. I may let you two leave alive, but I don't know if Superintendent William will let you two leave alive."

He spoke in a straightforward tone and began to threaten without hesitation: "A chief inspector or a customs inspector may seem to have a high position in the eyes of outsiders, but in the eyes of Superintendent William."

Kosaka Ichiro paused for several seconds, looked at the two people who were silent, and then continued: "He can hold you up, but he can also trample you to death."

"Imagine that a chief inspector and a customs inspector had a conflict of interest in accepting black money from a society, and then they were killed on the street by people from the society. In order to maintain their reputation, the police force would not pursue too many investigations. Isn't this very reasonable? ?”

Kosaka Ichiro's threat was naked and clear. He did not mince words and was very straightforward. After speaking, he extended his hand and said very gentlemanly: "Okay, you two can make a decision now. How to decide is up to you."

"Is this what Superintendent William meant?!" Zhang Jingliang listened to the little devil's words and still didn't believe it: "It's impossible."

"Ah."

Kosaka Ichiro chuckled disdainfully and said, "Do you think I, a small businessman, will be so capable in the Hong Kong they control?"

He took a step forward and looked at Zhang Jingliang: "Actually, I think this matter is an opportunity for you. Superintendent William just watched you perform well and reassure him that he would hand over such an important matter to you. You do it.”

"This is your chance, your chance to get closer to Superintendent William. If you help him handle this matter, will he like you more? The more he likes you, will your chances be greater in the future? ?”

Zhang Jingliang looked at Ichiro Kosaka with an unpredictable expression and said nothing.

"If you think about it from another angle, are so many cultural relics a matter of Superintendent William's personal collection and hobby? Just think about it with your brain. If you solve this matter, you will have a bright future."

Ichiro Kosaka looked at Zhang Jingliang's expression and felt confident in his heart: "Either die or take flight, you have two choices to choose."

If nothing else, Zhang Jingliang, who had no choice, would agree.

really.

After Zhang Jingliang hesitated for several times, he could only grit his teeth and nodded and agreed: "Okay, I will take care of this matter."

He glanced at Ichiro Kosaka: "I still have something to do, so I'll leave first."

"Ok."

Ichiro Kosaka watched the two of them leave, then took out his mobile phone and called William: "William-san, Zhang Jingliang has already agreed. As expected, you still have a vicious eye, and you can easily control him."

"Hahaha"

William's hearty laughter rang from the phone, with a smug tone in his tone: "My dog, can I still understand his habits? I give him food, and he has to wag his tail at me."

"Ok."

Kosaka Ichiro nodded, and then reservedly complimented William before hanging up the phone, then looked at his subordinates, and said in Japanese: "Change all these things to another warehouse, these cunning Chinese people are not It can be believed.”

Yes.

Although Zhang Jingliang agreed, Ichiro Kosaka didn't really believe him. In order to prevent Zhang Jingliang from betraying him and bringing people to investigate, of course he would not put the things here.

In fact, these cultural relics themselves are not placed here. They are only placed here to bring Zhang Jingliang and others to see them.

The entrance of Wujing Sand Factory.

Zhang Jingliang and Sun Yingjian walked out one after another. Sun Yingjian didn't say a word, got in the car with his car keys and drove away. Zhang Jingliang didn't stop and drove away.

Zhang Jingliang was sitting in the car with a livid face. He had been tricked by the ghost guy William. If he was given this kind of job, wouldn't he become a scapegoat?At this moment, he felt very unhappy, but there was nothing he could do about it.

This feeling of being plotted is like having someone's throat strangled, and life and death being controlled by someone.

"Hem home shovel!"

Zhang Jingliang lit a cigarette with a gloomy face, took a heavy sip with a cold face, and thought about how to solve this matter.

Suddenly.

Sun Yingjian's car in front braked suddenly and stopped in the middle of the road. Zhang Jingliang, who was thinking behind him, was frightened and quickly stepped on the brakes. The car almost hit his car before it stopped.

"Old grandson!"

Zhang Jingliang rolled down the window, frowned and scolded Sun Yingjian who opened the door and got out of the car: "What are you doing? You stopped the car suddenly."

Sun Yingjian had a sullen face and walked up to Zhang Jingliang angrily. He angrily tugged on Santana's car door and yelled, "Open the door."

Zhang Jingliang unlocked the door and the car door was opened. Sun Yingjian grabbed Zhang Jingliang's collar and pulled him out of the car. Then he pushed him down on the car and glared at him angrily and asked:

"Zhang Jingliang, we have known each other for so many years. We have no grievances and you want to drag me into trouble?! If you are willing to help the ghost guy do things, you can do it yourself. Why are you dragging me into trouble?!"

If it were normal, Sun Yingjian, a customs inspector, would not dare to challenge someone at the level of chief inspector like Zhang Jingliang.

But it's different now. Sun Yingjian feels like he's being plotted by Zhang Jingliang. Of course he won't care so much because of his anger.

"I do not know either!"

Zhang Jingliang's explanation was weak. Although he really didn't know anything in advance, no one believed him no matter what he said.

"Hem home shovel!"

Sun Yingjian had long lost his composure, and his whole body broke through his defense instantly. He pointed at the location of Wujing Sand Factory behind him: "Do you know what those things are? Cultural relics, national treasures."

"The hell do you want us to help them send these things out? I'm afraid that if people find out about this in the future, my children and grandchildren will be stabbed in the back!"

He gasped and glared at Zhang Jingliang: "It's you, it's all your damn fault, and it's your fault as well. I'm a fucking bitch. If I didn't act like a bitch and come out with you at night, this matter would be the same." You can’t catch me!”

"I know, I'm also very angry, but what can I do? I was also held up by them. What can I do if the ghost guy chooses me?"

Zhang Jingliang looked at Sun Yingjian, who was roaring angrily at him, and grabbed his hand that was holding his collar: "The ghost guy has long chosen me to be the scapegoat. What can I do? You and I both know about this, Zhan Once you get into it, there’s nothing you can do about it.”

"No way? No!"

Sun Yingjian roared again: "If you didn't call me, nothing would happen to me. I didn't have to come in at all. It's all your fucking fault, you pulled me into this!"

"The Yan family shovel! It's all your fault."

Sun Yingjian roared, clenched his fist and smashed it towards Zhang Jingliang.

"I"

Hearing this, Zhang Jingliang paused again, raised his hands to block, looked at the angry Sun Yingjian, and shouted himself: "That's enough for you, I can't do anything about this, and I don't know either!"

He looked at Sun Yingjian who was still punching him, raised his hand and pushed him out. Sun Yingjian lost his balance and fell to the ground.

At this moment.

A fully loaded dump truck drove towards this side. Looking at Sun Yingjian in the middle of the road ahead, he stepped on the brakes but it was too late. He honked the horn frantically, and the sound of the horn honked throughout the night.

Zhang Jingliang's forehead was sweating, and he looked at the roaring dump truck that made the ground tremble. With quick eyesight and quick hands, he quickly reached out and pulled Sun Yingjian up. The dump truck crashed into it and stopped in front.

On the body of the car, there are big characters of Huaxia Transportation Team printed on it.

"Hem home shovel!"

The driver stuck his head out of the cab and cursed at the two of them: "You're looking for death. Damn it. If you weren't in a hurry, I'd have to come down and kill you right now."

The driver cursed and drove away again, leaving only a trail of exhaust fumes.

"Whoosh whoosh."

Zhang Jingliang and Sun Yingjian sat down on the roadside. Neither of them said a word, but they each touched their cigarettes and started smoking.

It will take a while.

"Old Sun, this is my fault."

Zhang Jingliang held a cigarette in his mouth and said angrily: "I will find a way to solve this matter. You just need to simply cooperate with me. I don't need you to do anything."

Sun Yingjian turned to look at him, saying nothing, just taking a big mouthful of cigarette.

"You believe me."

Zhang Jingliang looked at him: "It's my fault in this matter, but I won't let you get involved too much. I will handle this myself. You need to pretend that you didn't see it at a certain time."

"Ah."

Sun Yingjian sneered and looked at Zhang Jingliang with raised eyebrows: "Sir Zhang, it sounds nice and you don't need me to get involved too much. Have you forgotten your own last name? Are you helping the ghost guy do these things?"

"Aren't you afraid that people will poke your spine and call you a traitor if they find out?"

"To shut up!"

Zhang Jingliang seemed to have guessed the tail of a cat. He glared at Sun Yingjian with squinty eyes and growled: "What can I do? I can't do anything! I was forced to do this. If I don't do it, we will die!" It’s not like you don’t know what the ghost is capable of, what can I do?! Can you blame me for this?!”

Sun Yingjian looked at Zhang Jingliang, whose face changed instantly, and snorted coldly without continuing: "It's better for you to know."

He ejected the cigarette butt, stood up, patted the dust on his butt, sat in the car, and started the car: "I won't do too much in this matter. At most, I will let you pass the customs. You can watch it yourself." Let’s do it.”

"call"

Zhang Jingliang exhaled, looked at the taillights of the car disappearing on the road, put out his cigarette butt, got into the car, started the car and left.

the other side.

Spinach Man mortgaged the dump trucks of Lai Zhong's transportation team. Lai Zhong's fleet only had twenty trucks in total. After Big D took all ten new trucks into his pocket, he didn't embarrass Spinach Man anymore.

"get out."

Big D waved his hand and signaled Ma Zai to let Spinach Man go away with their people. He did not forget to scold him: "If I see you in Tsuen Wan again, I will break your legs."

"Yes Yes."

The spinach man was groveling, with a flattering and smiling expression, he got up from the ground and ran away.

"All right."

Big D looked at the ten dump trucks he had brought from Spinach Man and called to Ma Zai: "Tomorrow, find an auto repair shop to repaint the cars and print the signboard of our Huaxia Transportation Team."

"Tonight, I will be the host. After a while, everyone will find a place to have late-night snacks, eat meat and drink alcohol, and then go to the nightclub to have fun. Everyone has a sister. The main thing is to have fun."

"Thank you, Brother D."

"Brother D is mighty and domineering. Brother D doesn't fart when he poops!"

All the horses shouted in unison.

They were working in the evening, and since they had money and big D, they were so bold that they arranged a train for them. How could they not be happy?

A dump truck drove over.

Wu Zhihui and Changmao got out of the car, and everyone shouted "Boss."

"Ah."

Wu Zhihui glanced at the crowd of horses with a smile. Although he already knew the result, he still looked at Big D and asked: "How is the matter resolved?!"

This is a definite process and very necessary.

"Come on, tell the boss."

Big D laughed and looked at his people: "How is the matter resolved?"

"nailed it!"

"With us here, you can rest assured."

All the horses replied in unison.

"Not bad."

Wu Zhihui nodded with satisfaction: "Big D has brothers like you in his hands, so I can rest assured that Tsuen Wan will be given to you."

"Thank you, sir."

"Don't worry, boss."

All the horses responded in unison. They all felt more energetic after being recognized by Wu Zhihui. Everyone was still very happy. They had a sense of accomplishment when their work was recognized by their superiors.

Wu Zhihui happened to be here, and everyone suggested that Wu Zhihui go with them. Wu Zhihui did not refuse and went with everyone.

Halfway through the late-night snack, the driver of the dump truck who had changed his shift also joined in, and the atmosphere became more lively. The driver, who had drank two glasses of wine, began to complain about what happened in the evening:

"An accident almost happened tonight. On the road not far in front of Wujing Sand Factory, two short-lived ghosts were arguing in the middle of the road and almost killed this Yan family shovel."

"Oh?"

Wu Zhihui heard this sentence, Wujing Sand Factory, could it be Zhang Jingliang?After some questioning, I judged from his description that maybe it was really Zhang Jingliang.

Wu Zhihui raised his brows and began to think secretly. Zhang Jingliang went to the Wujing Sand Factory with others late at night, and there was a quarrel after they came out. Could it be that he had received some black money and failed to complete the matter?

Wu Zhihui sat with everyone at the supper stall for half an hour, drank a few drinks and then prepared to leave. As soon as he got into the car, Zhang Jingliang's call came in.

"Oh?"

Wu Zhihui answered the phone, listened to Zhang Jingliang's voice, and asked knowingly: "Uncle Zhang, are you still awake at such a late hour?"

"Ah."

Zhang Jingliang's voice was steady: "I just came back from outside and had a meal. I sat down to make a cup of tea and wake up."

He briefly laid the groundwork and then changed the topic: "By the way, I remembered something. You called me before. What happened?"

"what?"

Wu Zhihui was stunned when he heard this. When had Zhang Jingliang been so kind? He had rejected him before, and now he would take the initiative to help him settle matters?
However, in line with the principle of not using anything for nothing, he still said: "Tsuen Wan, you know, I competed with the people from the number gang for the job of the transport team, beat their people at night, and took their cars."

"But it's not thorough enough. I don't want Uncle Zhang to take action and contact Gui Lao to help me seal the number directly for Laizhong's transportation team so that they can't open their business."

"Is that so?"

After Zhang Jingliang listened to Wu Zhihui's call, he agreed without thinking: "I told you earlier. I thought this trivial matter was something difficult to deal with. A small problem is just a matter of one sentence."

"I'll make a call soon. Tomorrow, tomorrow morning, Gui Lao will arrange for people to check his transportation team and impose fines and so on. Work will definitely not start in a short time."

What he said was true. It was very simple for the transportation team to find out the problem. In addition, Wu Zhihui had taken away all the dump trucks in the team. With a two-pronged approach, he was so loyal and still had a bad time.

"Okay, then I'll thank Uncle Zhang first."

Wu Zhihui nodded and agreed happily: "Then, will I treat you to tea another day?"

"Forget it about drinking tea."

Zhang Jingliang waved his hand and refused directly: "It won't be too late for us to have tea together after you solve this case. We have plenty of time, so it's better not to expose it, so as not to arouse suspicion."

"it is good."

Wu Zhihui didn't insist, hung up the phone and muttered: "The sun is coming out from the west, damn this Zhang Jingliang."

Zhang Jingliang hung up the phone, took a long breath, rubbed his face with his hands, lit a cigarette, and puffed away.

After returning from Wujing Sand Factory, Zhang Jingliang has been thinking about what to do about this matter.
If the cultural relics of Ichiro Kosaka and Gui Lao were to be transported out, they would definitely have to use the sand and gravel from these sand factories as a cover, and then pass through the cover of the customs without being noticed.

This requires a transportation team to handle it.

Zhang Jingliang immediately thought of Wu Zhihui's Huaxia Transportation Team, but he rejected it immediately.

No.

Wu Zhihui and his transport team must not be used.

He still understood Wu Zhihui's character, but he was so repulsive about helping the ghost guy. If Wu Zhihui knew that he was transporting cultural relics, it would definitely be bad.

At this time, it is necessary to find a transportation team.

Zhang Jingliang thought of the dispute between the dump truck convoy when he passed through Tsuen Wan tonight, and thought that it must be related to Wu Zhihui, so he called Wu Zhihui to ask what was going on.

It turned out to be the number helper's team.

Zhang Jingliang immediately had an idea in his mind, which is why he readily agreed to help Wu Zhihui.

Help Wu Zhihui seize Lai Zhong's transportation team, first suppress him, and then contact Lai Zhong, pretending to be a transporter for him, go to Wujing Sand Factory to transport these cultural relics, and transport them away.

Lai Zhong is the leader of the Number Gang. His transportation team must be safe enough, and he has many people under his command, so no one dares to touch him.

Ok.

Just decide like this first.

Zhang Jingliang took out a breath and put out the cigarette butt: "The ghost guy who rushes to the street, the Yan family shovel"

(End of this chapter)