Hong Kong Film: Short mules have no future, I am in charge of Hong Kong

Chapter 320 What’s the plan?

"Yes." Zhang Hai breathed a sigh of relief and asked the bodyguards to get in the car. Jin Shao glared at Su Yongkang fiercely and turned back to the car. The convoy slowly left, and the lights of the mine illuminated the mountain road in a cold white. Su Yongkang leaned against the police car, lit a cigarette, blew a puff of smoke, and cursed in a low voice: "Damn, these guys are so fucking difficult to deal with."

At six in the morning, the tea restaurant in Tsim Sha Tsui just opened. Lao Li pushed the door open, ordered a cup of milk tea, and sat in his old seat. He hardly slept last night, his eyes were bloodshot, and he held his phone in his hand, staring at the message that Xiao Ma had just sent: Feizai Rong's account book was dug up, and Su Hanze really helped to pay off Su Yongkang's debt of 500,000 yuan, on the condition that Feizai Rong spread false news in Kowloon to disrupt Jin Shao and A Biao's sight.

"Fake news?" Old Li frowned and cursed in a low voice: "The Su guy is really ruthless." He dialed Ah Biao's number and whispered: "Brother Biao, I found something. Su Hanze helped to pay off Su Yongkang's debt, and the condition was to let Fatty Rong spread the news in Kowloon to disrupt your and Young Master Jin's sight."

"Fei Zai Rong?" Ah Biao's voice came from the receiver, with a hint of hostility, "Damn it, that Su guy is so damn shady! Lao Li, continue to investigate Fei Zai Rong and see who else he is colluding with. Tell me any news immediately!"

"I understand." Lao Li hung up the phone, took a sip of milk tea, and looked out the window with complicated eyes. The streets of Tsim Sha Tsui gradually became lively, with pedestrians flowing in an endless stream, as if nothing had happened. He whispered to himself: "This shit is getting more and more chaotic."

At 6:30 in the morning, in a tea restaurant in Tsim Sha Tsui, Lao Li stared out the window with tired eyes, holding the milk tea that had just been delivered. The flow of people on the street began to increase, the newspaper vendors shouted at the top of their voices, and the smell of oil smoke from the breakfast stall drifted into the restaurant, mixed with the sweet aroma of milk tea.

He hardly slept last night, his mind full of the message sent by Xiao Ma: Su Hanze helped Su Yongkang pay off his gambling debt of 500,000 yuan, in exchange for Fatty Rong spreading false information in Kowloon to disrupt the vision of Jin Shao and A Biao.

The more he thought about it, the more it seemed wrong. It was like a carefully designed trap. He lit a cigarette, blew out a smoke ring, and was about to call Xiao Ma when the door of the restaurant was pushed open and a man in a black leather jacket walked in and went straight to Lao Li's table.

"Brother Li, good morning." The man grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth. His name was Ah Hui, and he was Ah Biao's right-hand man, responsible for running errands and gathering information. Ah Hui pulled out a chair and sat down, ordering a cup of Yuanyang, and said casually, "What happened at the dock last night was quite a big deal, wasn't it? I heard that Young Master Jin almost had a fight with Su Yongkang?"

"Stop playing dumb with me." Lao Li flicked the ash off his cigarette, his eyes turned cold, "Ah Hui, why did you come to see me? Did Ah Biao ask you to come?"

"Brother Li, look at what you're saying." Ah Hui smiled, took a sip of the mandarin duck he had just been given, and said, "Brother Biao just asked me to ask you, how are you investigating Ah Qiang? Have you found out the source of the 150,000 yuan in that kid's account?"

"Not yet." Old Li spoke truthfully, "The offshore account, the source cannot be traced. However, there is some clue about Su Yongkang's case. He owed Fatty Rong 500,000 yuan, and Su Hanze helped to pay the debt. The condition was that Fatty Rong spread false news in Kowloon to disrupt your and Jin Shao's sight."

"Fatty Rong?" Ah Hui narrowed his eyes, with a hint of surprise in his tone, "Isn't that fat guy a loan shark in Kowloon? Damn, the Su guy really knows how to find people!" He paused and asked in a low voice: "Brother Li, how deeply do you think Fatty Rong is involved in this matter?"

"It's hard to say." Old Li exhaled a puff of cigarette. "Fatty Rong is as slippery as a loach. He probably just took the money to do the job. The real mastermind is still Su Hanze." He paused and stared at Ah Hui. "Ah Biao, what did you find at the dock last night? Don't keep me in suspense."

"The dock?" Ah Hui sneered. "Old Chen is as hard as a rock and didn't say anything. Brother Biao had people watching him all night, but he didn't even make a phone call. But Young Master Jin went to the mine to block Su Hanze last night, but was stopped by Su Yongkang and returned to Dongwan in disgrace."

"Dejected?" Old Li frowned. "With Young Master Jin's temper, will he give up so easily?"

"Who knows." Ah Hui shrugged. "Brother Biao said that Master Jin is probably afraid that the situation will get out of hand and alert Mr. Zhou. The Yau Ma Tei Police Station has been keeping a close eye on the manifest issue recently and has been investigating it very closely. No matter how powerful Master Jin is, he wouldn't dare to confront the police station head-on."

"Sir Zhou..." Old Li's eyes flashed, and he whispered to himself, "This matter is getting more and more complicated." He paused, looked up at Ah Hui, "Ah Biao asked you to come, is there anything else you haven't said?"

"Yes." Ah Hui lowered his voice, "Brother Biao said that you should continue to investigate the matter of Fatty Rong, but don't alert Mr. Zhou. Those cops in Yau Ma Tei are not easy to deal with. If they smell something, we will all be in trouble."

"Understood." Lao Li nodded and put out his cigarette. "Go back and tell Ah Biao that I will continue to dig into the matter of Ah Qiang and Fatty Rong. If there is any news, inform him as soon as possible."

"Okay." Ah Hui finished his drink, stood up and patted his clothes. "Brother Li, you should be careful too. That bastard Su Hanze has a lot of shady tricks. Don't let him take a bite." He threw down a sentence and turned to leave the restaurant.

Old Li leaned back in his chair, lit a new cigarette, and looked out the window with complicated eyes. The streets of Tsim Sha Tsui were already bustling with pedestrians, as if nothing had happened. He cursed in a low voice: "Damn, this shit is getting more and more complicated." He took out his mobile phone and sent a message to Xiao Ma: "Check Mr. Zhou, the key is his transaction record with Fatty Rong. Be careful, don't let anyone track you."

At the same time, in the office of Baishuishan Mine, Su Hanze had just hung up the phone with Su Yongkang, his face was so gloomy that it looked like water was about to drip. Last night, Jin Shao's motorcade was stopped at the entrance of the mine, which was considered a warning to him, but this matter was obviously not over. With Jin Shao's temper, he would probably do it again this morning. He lit a cigarette, exhaled a puff of smoke, and turned to look at Ah Liu standing next to him: "What happened to Lao Chen last night?"

"Nothing happened." Ah Liu shook his head. "The people at the dock said that Lao Chen never came out after returning to the cabin. He didn't even make a phone call. Brother Biao's people watched him all night and got nothing."

"Nothing?" Su Hanze sneered. "A Biao, that old fox, has a sharper nose than a dog. Old Chen may be tough, but you can't guarantee that he will give in one day. Go and tell Old Chen that Young Master Jin is here today. Let him insist that the transportation route was decided by Dongwan and put the blame on A Biao. Don't fucking make any mistakes for me!"

"Yes." Ah Liu nodded and took out his phone to send a message to Lao Chen. Su Hanze leaned back in his leather chair and looked out the window with a cold look. The excavator in the mine was still roaring, and the dust was floating in the morning light like a layer of mist. He whispered to himself: "Mr. Jin, Ah Biao, you two fight, the harder you fight, the easier it will be for me to get away."

At the same time, on the cargo ship at Xiwan Wharf, Lao Chen sat in the cabin, holding a can of warm beer in his hand, staring at the cigarette butt on the ground with complicated eyes. He hardly slept last night. A Biao's people watched the dock all night, so he didn't even dare to make more phone calls. The text message just sent by A Liu was still lying in the phone, and the content was still the same old saying: stick to the transportation route is determined by Dongwan, and put the fire on A Biao. Lao Chen sneered, threw the beer can on the table, and cursed in a low voice: "Su, you really know how to make trouble for me."

The hatch creaked open and Ah Ming walked in, holding a freshly printed cargo manifest in his hand. He whispered, "Brother Chen, the surveillance footage at the dock was checked again last night. Brother Biao's people are still checking it. They're probably trying to find flaws in the truck."

"Flaw?" Old Chen snorted. "The surveillance video has long been tampered with by Su Hanze's people. Even if Ah Biao searches the sky, he won't find anything. Ah Ming, go to the dock and see if Brother Biao's people are still there. If there is any movement, tell me immediately."

"Okay." Ah Ming nodded, turned around and was about to leave, then hesitated and asked in a low voice: "Brother Chen, Young Master Jin and Brother Biao had such a fierce quarrel at the dock last night, do you think this will implicate us?"

"Implicate?" Old Chen glared at him. "Ah Ming, stop talking nonsense! The cargo list was issued by Baishuishan, and the transportation route was determined by Dongwan. We are just loaders, it's none of our business! Go to work, don't talk nonsense here!"

"Yes, yes..." Ah Ming nodded quickly and walked away dejectedly. Lao Chen leaned back in his chair, lit a cigarette, and blew out a smoke ring. The dim light in the cabin made his face half bright and half dark, and his eyes showed an unconcealable irritation. He whispered to himself: "Damn, this muddy water makes me nervous."

At 8 o'clock in the morning, in a private club in Dongwan, Jin Shao sat on a mahogany sofa, holding a glass of whiskey in his hand, staring at Zhang Hai opposite him with gloomy eyes. He was frustrated at the mine last night, and he had to meet Su Hanze again this morning to settle the score. He took a sip of wine and whispered, "Zhang Hai, what did you find out about last night? What on earth is that kid Su Yongkang doing at the mine?"

"Mr. Jin, we were short on time last night, so we didn't find out much." Zhang Hai lowered his head and spoke carefully, "However, the mine's security has recently been increased, with Su Yongkang leading the team personally. I guess Su Hanze was afraid that you would cause trouble, so he made preparations in advance."

"Ready?" Young Master Jin sneered and put the wine glass heavily on the table. "Su cheated my goods, and he still dares to play the same trick on me? Zhang Hai, go contact the brothers in Dongwan and transfer 20 people to go to the mine with me this morning. I want to see how long Su can keep his stubbornness!"

"Twenty people?" Zhang Hai was stunned for a moment, and whispered, "Mr. Jin, the mine is Su Hanze's territory. Bringing too many people might alert Mr. Zhou. The Yau Ma Tei Police Station has been keeping a close eye on the manifest recently, and the investigation is quite strict. Let's—"

"Mr. Zhou?" Young Master Jin interrupted him, his tone filled with anger. "Zhang Hai, you are getting more and more timid! That bastard Mr. Zhou took money from Fatty Rong, and he still dares to meddle in my affairs? Go, do as I say. If I don't see Su Hanze today, my last name is not Jin!"

"Yes..." Zhang Hai gritted his teeth, took out his phone and started to contact people. Jin Shao leaned back on the sofa, lit a cigarette and exhaled a puff of smoke. The lights in the club were dim, and the calligraphy and paintings on the wall exuded the flavor of old Hong Kong. He cursed in a low voice: "Su, I will never let you go on this account."

At the same time, in an underground casino in Kowloon, Fatty Rong sat at a gambling table, holding a handful of poker cards in his hand, staring at Ah Jie across from him with a gloomy look. Ah Jie came to him last night and mentioned Su Hanze's matter, which made him sleepless all night. He sneered, threw the poker cards on the table, and whispered, "Ah Jie, why the hell are you here again? What did Su Hanze ask you to say?"

"Brother Rong, don't be impatient." Ajie smiled and lit a cigarette. "Boss Su just asked me to come and ask about the account book you mentioned last night. He thought about it and felt that it was possible to negotiate. However, he also has a condition."

"Conditions?" Fatty Rong snorted coldly and took a sip of the whiskey beside him. "Su Hanze still dares to make conditions to me? I want his account book to give him face! Tell me, what are the conditions?"

"Simple." Ajie exhaled a puff of cigarette, his tone still relaxed, "Boss Su said that the account book can be given to him, but you have to do him a favor. There is a big fight between Young Master Jin and Ah Biao over the cargo list. You have some connections in Kowloon, so help him spread some false information to make the situation more muddy."

"Spreading fake news?" Fatty Rong narrowed his eyes, stared at Ajie for a few seconds, and slammed the table. "Ajie, do you f*cking think I'm stupid? Su Hanze wants me to be his gun? No way! I know as much as you about the cargo list, but if he wants me to get involved, it won't be that easy!"

"Brother Rong, don't get excited." Ajie smiled and put out his cigarette. "Boss Su said that if you don't want to help, forget about the account book. However, he won't care about the debt of 500,000. Fatty Rong's reputation is well-known in Kowloon. His debt collection methods must be much more ruthless than ours."

"Sir Zhou?" Fatty Rong was stunned for a moment, his eyes flashed, and he cursed in a low voice: "Damn, Su Hanze, that bastard, he investigated very thoroughly." He paused and lowered his voice, "Ajie, go back and tell Su Hanze that I can help him dispel the fake news, but he has to give me half of the account book first. Otherwise, no deal!"

"Half?" Ajie narrowed his eyes. "Brother Rong, you have quite a big appetite. Okay, I'll pass on the message. I'll tell you what Boss Su says later." He stood up, patted his clothes, walked towards the door, and said, "By the way, Brother Rong, the casino is a tight place. Be careful and don't let anyone target you."

In the underground casino in Kowloon, the air was filled with the smell of tobacco and alcohol. The dim lights beside the gambling table made Fatty Rong's face even gloomier. He stared at Ajie's back as he left, holding the poker in his hand, his knuckles slightly white. Su Hanze played a ruthless hand to pay off the debt of 500,000 yuan, and it was obvious that he was using his weakness to force him into the water. Fatty Rong sneered, threw the poker on the table, picked up the whiskey and drank it all, and slammed the glass heavily on the table, attracting the attention of the gamblers next to him.

"Brother Rong, what's wrong? Who offended you?" Xiao Hei, a henchman next to him, came over and asked in a low voice, with a hint of caution in his eyes.

"It's okay." Feizai Rong waved his hand, lit a cigarette and exhaled a puff of smoke. "Xiao Hei, go and find a few people to keep an eye on Ajie and see where he goes and who he meets after he leaves. Su Hanze, this bastard, wants me to be his gun, I have to know what he's up to."

"Okay, Brother Rong, I'll do it right away." Xiao Hei nodded, turned around, squeezed out of the crowd, and disappeared into the dim corridor of the casino.

(End of this chapter)