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

Chapter 333 Old Chen hates others touching his dock the most
"Yes." Ah Hao agreed and prepared to leave. But Zhou Sir suddenly stopped him and said, "Find an opportunity to ask Jin Shao's men and see what he thinks about the account book. If he is really anxious, then we can know more clearly what he is planning behind the scenes."

Ah Hao nodded and left the office. Zhou SIR looked at the documents on the table again and sighed softly. "Everyone is hiding their own intentions, but in the end, the truth is revealed by me."

In the VIP room of the Dongwan Club, Master Jin sat on the sofa with a stern look on his face. His subordinate Zhang Hai stood by and reported in a low voice: "Master Jin, Fatty Rong has started to make some moves. It seems that he intends to continue to increase the pressure on us. The rumors he spread have attracted the attention of Mr. Zhou."

Young Master Jin slowly raised his head, his eyes as sharp as a knife. "Sir Zhou? He just wants to take advantage of the chaos caused by Feizai Rong." Young Master Jin's voice was calm, but it was cold. "I never thought that Sir Zhou could pose a threat. The one who really deserves our protection is Feizai Rong."

Zhang Hai asked in a low voice: "So, how do we deal with it now?"

Young Master Jin gently swirled his wine glass. "Keep relaxing your guard and keep leaking information. Let Feizai Rong and Zhou Sir be suspicious of each other. They will pursue their own interests anyway, and their conflict will eventually put me in a more advantageous position." He paused, his eyes sharpening. "Arrange the next deal for me. If Feizai Rong dares to reveal a flaw, I will make him regret it."

Zhang Hai nodded, "Yes, Mr. Jin."

Young Master Jin sneered, "Everyone's eyes are focused on that account book, but they will never see everything I'm doing behind the scenes." He paused, "Keep them moving, and we'll slowly close the net."

Next to the warehouse at the dock, Lao Chen was still sitting on the broken chair, his eyes grim, the beer glass in his hand long gone. His subordinate Ah Ming came over and whispered, "Brother Chen, Brother Biao's people are getting more and more, and they are starting to tighten their control over the dock. It looks like they are planning to officially intervene."

A sneer appeared on the corner of Lao Chen's mouth. "Interfere? They dare." He took a sip of beer and said slowly, "This dock is my territory. If anyone wants to step on it, ask me first if I agree."

“But Boss Su told us to stick to the Dongwan cargo list and not make any mistakes,” Amin reminded.

"Chaos?" Old Chen sneered, "Boss Su just wanted me to take the blame, and finally got the benefits, but in the end, we have to stand in the front and bear all the pressure." He took a sip of wine, and a hint of cruelty flashed in his eyes, "Okay, I won't give up the list of goods in Dongwan, but if Brother Biao and his gang dare to move, I will let them know what the rules are."

Ah Ming frowned, "Brother Biao's forces are getting stronger and stronger. We can't take it lightly."

Lao Chen put down the bottle and slowly stood up. "Go, tell everyone to get ready. If Brother Biao dares to move, I will let him know that I, Lao Chen, am the real king of this dock."

At night, the casinos in Kowloon were still bustling with laughter and scolding from gamblers. Fatty Rong's casino was still a bright pearl in the darkness, and everyone was staring at it, hoping to gain some benefits from it. Xiao Hei walked into the office and whispered, "Brother Rong, Young Master Jin is getting a little impatient and seems to be ready to take more direct measures to solve the problem."

"Impatient?" Feizai Rong raised his lips to sneer, "Why can they be impatient? The more impatient they are, the easier it is to make mistakes." He sat back on the sofa, his eyes cold, "Continue to increase the intensity of leaking information, let them know that the account book is not only Feizai Rong's business, the dirty deeds of Young Master Jin will also be exposed to the sun. Let them suspect each other and attack each other."

Xiao Hei nodded, "Yes, Brother Rong."

Feizai Rong's eyes became deep, "Each of them is trying to find the best strategy, but only I can decide who can go further in this game."

The next morning, the streets of Kowloon were still busy. All parties were still stirring, and everyone was waiting for a signal. In Zhou SIR's office, he sat on a chair with a stern look, flipping through a report from Jin Shao.

Ah Hao walked in and whispered, "Sir Zhou, Young Master Jin has begun to increase the pressure on Fatty Rong and seems to be preparing to take some more direct measures."

Mr. Zhou gently put down the document in his hand and sneered, "Direct means? The more anxious they are, the more I can see their true purpose." He paused, and his voice became colder, "Continue to pay attention to the movements of Young Master Jin and Fatty Rong. We must not take Brother Biao and Old Chen lightly either."

"Yes, Mr. Zhou." Ah Hao agreed and turned to leave.

Zhou SIR looked at the rain outside the window, and a deep light flashed in his eyes. For him, this game is not only about money and power, but also a psychological game. Whoever can control the situation will become the final winner.

Kowloon was covered by a drizzle in the early morning. The vendors in the streets were still busy, and the air was filled with the smell of moisture and oil smoke. Zhou SIR stood in front of the window of the police station office, holding a cup of cold coffee in his hand, his eyes passed through the glass and fell on the blurred neon sign in the distance. His thoughts were not on the street scene in front of him, but on the anonymous tip he received last night - a vague clue about the transaction between Fatty Rong and Jin Shao, pointing to a batch of goods at the dock.

"Ahao, come in." Mr. Zhou shouted without turning his head.

Ah Hao pushed the door open, holding a stack of documents he had just sorted out, with a trace of fatigue on his face. "Sir Zhou, there was some movement at the dock last night. Brother Biao's men were hanging around the warehouse, and were discovered by Lao Chen's men, who almost took action."

Mr. Zhou turned around, frowned, took the document, and quickly flipped through a few pages. "What's Mr. Chen's reaction?"

"Old Chen didn't show up, but his men said that whoever dared to touch the goods at the dock would not be able to return." Ah Hao paused and lowered his voice, "However, I heard that Brother Biao met with Young Master Jin's people last night in the back alley of the East Bay Club. No one knows what they talked about."

Mr. Zhou sneered and threw down the documents. "Young Master Jin, this fox, is moving faster and faster. Brother Biao, that idiot, thought he could turn things around by relying on Young Master Jin, but he didn't know that he was just being used as a gun." He walked to the desk, lit a cigarette, and took a deep breath. "Ah Hao, find an informant and sneak into the Dongwan Club to see who Young Master Jin is close to recently, especially the details of his transactions with Brother Biao." Ah Hao nodded, hesitated for a moment, and said, "Sir Zhou, there's been a lot of news about Fatty Rong recently. His people spread the news in the casino, saying that the account book not only contains Young Master Jin's dirty deeds, but also some of your... old accounts."

Mr. Zhou's eyes suddenly glared, and the cigarette in his hand stopped in mid-air. He was silent for a few seconds, slowly exhaled a puff of smoke, and said in a low voice: "Fatty Rong, this old fox, wants to drag me into the water? Let him go, I want to see what kind of waves he can make." He waved his hand, "Go, keep an eye on Young Master Jin and Brother Biao, don't let Fatty Rong's smoke bombs disrupt our vision."

Ah Hao responded and turned to leave. Zhou Sir looked out the window again, his eyes dim and unclear. He knew that every move of Feizai Rong was a test, and on the chessboard of this game, everyone was hiding their cards.

At the same time, the warehouse area of ​​the dock was still shrouded in a damp and cold air. Lao Chen sat on a worn-out chair, with a new bottle of beer on the table in front of him and a plate of freshly peeled peanuts next to him. His subordinate Amin stood not far away, whispering something to a few brothers. Workers on the dock came and went, and the sounds of loading and unloading containers came and went, but Lao Chen's eyes were always fixed on a cargo ship in the distance.

"Brother Chen, Brother Biao's people came again last night, and this time they brought weapons." Ah Ming walked over and lowered his voice, "Our people stopped them, but they said they would come again tonight."

Lao Chen picked up a peanut, peeled it slowly, and put it into his mouth to chew, without a trace of emotion on his face. "Brother Biao, that idiot, thinks he can scare me with a few knives?" He sneered and took a sip of beer, "Go, tell the brothers to get ready. If Brother Biao dares to come tonight, let him know who has the final say on this dock."

Ah Ming frowned and reminded in a low voice: "Brother Chen, Brother Biao has Young Master Jin's support behind him. If we take action directly, will Young Master Jin be forced into a state of panic?"

Old Chen's eyes turned cold, he put down the beer bottle and slowly stood up. "Young Master Jin? When he was playing tricks in Kowloon, I, Old Chen, was hanging around in this dock. If he dares to interfere, I will deal with him too." He paused and lowered his voice, "But you are right, Young Master Jin is cunning, we can't force him. Go, find a chance to check the details of Brother Biao's batch of goods. If it is really Young Master Jin's stuff, let's intercept it first and teach him a lesson."

Ah Ming nodded and turned to make arrangements. Lao Chen sat down again, his eyes on the cargo ship again. His fingers tapped the table lightly, and a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth. He knew that the dock was his lifeblood, and whoever dared to touch it would pay the price.

In the VIP room of the East Bay Club, Young Master Jin sat on a leather sofa, holding a glass of whiskey in his hand, his eyes grim. His subordinate Zhang Hai stood aside and reported in a low voice: "Young Master Jin, Brother Biao has already started to put pressure on the dock according to your instructions. Old Chen's people almost fought with them last night, and the situation is getting more and more chaotic."

Young Master Jin gently shook his wine glass, his mouth slightly raised. "Chaos? Chaos is better." He took a sip of wine, his voice calm but chilling, "Old Chen, that old guy, has been guarding the dock for decades, thinking he is the local emperor of Kowloon. Brother Biao's knife is just right for me to test his bottom line."

Zhang Hai hesitated for a moment and asked in a low voice: "Mr. Jin, Brother Biao is unreliable. If he turns against us or is dealt with by Lao Chen, will our plan change?"

Young Master Jin sneered, put down his wine glass, and looked as sharp as a knife. "Brother Biao? He is just a chess piece in my hand. If we succeed, he can get a share of the spoils; if we fail, he is just a bullet for me." He paused and said in a lower voice, "Zhang Hai, go and make arrangements. When Brother Biao takes action tonight, send a few people to watch over him. Don't let Old Chen see our shadows."

"Yes, Mr. Jin." Zhang Hai nodded and turned to leave.

Young Master Jin suddenly stopped him, "Wait a minute. And Feizai Rong has been spreading too many rumors recently, and the account book issue has caused a lot of uproar in the city. Find an opportunity to contact his subordinate Xiao Hei, find out what he wants to say, and see what he really wants to do."

Zhang Hai responded and pushed the door open to leave. Jin Shao leaned on the sofa, closed his eyes, and tapped the armrest with his fingers. In his mind, the chess game of Kowloon was slowly unfolding, and every step was under his control.

Fatty Rong's casino was still brightly lit, and the noise of the gamblers masked the tense atmosphere in the air. Xiao Hei pushed open the door of the office and walked in, holding a piece of intelligence he had just received. "Brother Rong, Young Master Jin's people met with Brother Biao at the East Bay Club last night. I don't know what they talked about, but it seems that they reached some kind of agreement on the dock."

Feizai Rong sat behind his desk, playing with a golden pen in his hand, and sneered when he heard this. "Young Master Jin and Brother Biao? Birds of a feather." He put down the pen, lit a cigar, and took a deep puff. "They think they can take over Old Chen's territory by joining forces? How naive."

Xiao Hei frowned and asked in a low voice: "Brother Rong, should we intervene in the dock affairs? Although Lao Chen is strong, he may not be able to withstand the combination of Young Master Jin and Brother Biao."

Feizai Rong exhaled a puff of smoke, his eyes deep. "Interfere? Now is not the time." He stood up, walked to the window, and stared at the street scene outside. "Old Chen hates others to touch his dock the most. Young Master Jin and Brother Biao are asking for trouble. We just need to keep spreading rumors and let them bite each other harder."

"What about the account book?" Xiao Hei asked cautiously, "Sir Zhou has already started investigating, and he even sent someone to the dock yesterday."

Feizai Rong turned around, a sneer on his face. "Sir Zhou? The deeper he investigates, the easier it is for him to get himself into trouble." He paused, his voice even colder, "Go, find a chance to spread the news about the account book again, and this time add some substance, saying that the account book contains not only Young Master Jin's transactions, but also the old accounts between Sir Zhou and Brother Biao. Let them all lose sleep."

Xiao Hei nodded and turned to make arrangements. Feizai Rong sat down again, his eyes falling on the cigar box on the table. His fingers tapped the table lightly, and a cold light flashed in his eyes. He knew that the pace of this game was accelerating, and he was always the one who controlled the pace.

At night, the warehouse area of ​​the dock fell into an eerie silence. The moonlight shone on the containers, casting mottled shadows. Brother Biao's men gathered in an open space outside the warehouse, led by a sturdy man named A Biao, who held a machete in his hand and had a fierce look in his eyes.

"Brother Biao, the brothers are all ready. Do you want to rush in directly tonight?" one of the men asked in a low voice.

Ah Biao spat and sneered, "Charge? Old Chen is no pushover." He paused and lowered his voice, "Young Master Jin said that tonight we will only explore the way and not fight head-on. Find out the location of the cargo list and then take action tomorrow."

(End of this chapter)