Hong Kong Island: From a small stall to a global supplier

Chapter 228: The first move is the peak that mortals cannot reach (asking for monthly tickets)

Wang Yaotang drove straight to Tsuen Wan.

Mountain gate.

When Ji Gudong, the Fourth Master, and Uncle Lin saw Wang Yaotang coming in, their brows twitched slightly.

Everyone knows about the loss of 2400 million.

"Ayao, how's the investigation going?" Qigudong asked softly.

"Almost done." Wang Yaotang smiled and pointed at the phone, "Uncle Dong, make an international call and ask what's going on over there?"

"I come?"

"Let me, the younger generation, do it. This way, you will have some room to maneuver if there are any problems, right?" Wang Yaotang said with a smile.

The corner of Qigudong's mouth twitched. You kid still need room for maneuver when doing things?
Just after he reported the phone number, he saw Wang Yaotang take out a tape recorder and turn it on. Someone behind him even set up a video recorder. Qi Gudong immediately turned around and left in silence.

The call was quickly connected. "Hello, this is Wang Yaotang, looking for Uncle Quan."

"Wang Yaotang, who is that?" A lazy voice came out.

It is now 3pm in Hong Kong and a little after 8pm in France.

"Haha." Wang Yaotang glanced at Gudong, "Hong Kong, the 'He' character head' 'He Shengyi' red stick."

Qi Gudong’s face was gloomy. Damn, a cooperation worth more than 300 million US dollars, and now you say you don’t know it?
"Hey, Diu, what's the matter?"

"Don't you fucking understand what I'm saying? Go find Uncle Quan." Wang Yaotang cursed into the phone.

Gutted Dong: Very good, now there is room for maneuver!

"Who do you think you are to pick on your mother? Grandpa is someone you can find whenever you want!"

"Oh, so Fu Anqing is the boss. Do you dare to tell me your name?" Wang Yaotang sneered.

France, Marseille.

A man with single eyelids and triangular eyes looked silently at the middle-aged man drinking tea next to him.

The middle-aged man put down his teacup, and the man with triangular eyes quickly took the phone over.

"I'm Uncle Quan."

"Uncle Quan is so arrogant."

"I have no choice. Thousands of people are eating with me, and I have to deal with the foreigners' troubles. I am very busy." Uncle Quan said with a smile: "Ayao, right? Are you asking about the stolen wine?"

"Yes, $300 million, just lost like that, Uncle Quan, can you give me an explanation?"

"I am also very angry about this matter. I have arranged for people to investigate it. It was done by a local white gang in France, the Luc Gang. I have already communicated with their boss. But you also know that these white guys are very xenophobic and look down on us Chinese. They often go to Chinatown to cause trouble on weekdays. They have deep connections with the police and customs. One move will affect the whole body. But you don't have to worry. We at Fu Anqing will definitely give you an explanation."

"Okay, Uncle Quan, you said this, I hope you don't make me wait too long, half a month, I'll give you half a month."

"Hey, kid, don't be so arrogant. Do you think this is Hong Kong? Come out for a walk and open your eyes. You won't live long if you only look at the world from a narrow perspective." Uncle Quan said sinisterly.

"Haha, don't worry. We will definitely help with your funeral while you are still alive." After saying that, Wang Yaotang hung up the phone.

How could Qi Gudong not hear the evasion?

"The Luc Gang has a monopoly on the red wine export business at the Port of Marseille. If we want to ship the wine safely, we must let them go through some procedures," Wang Yaotang said with a smile.

"How did you know?"

"Haha, semi-public information!"

Qi Gudong and the others looked at each other, and their faces became even uglier.

Uncle Lin: "Haha, they don't think highly of us and Shengyi."

The fourth master smiled and said, "The Sunset Society, how can people look up to it?"

Ti Gudong slapped the coffee table with an extremely ugly look on his face. His mind was in turmoil, but he couldn't think of a way to make the other party spit out the money.

"Okay, Uncle Dong, Uncle Lin, Fourth Master, I have something else to do, so I'll leave first." Wang Yaotang stood up.

Seeing people thumping down the stairs, Uncle Lin said with a smile: "Brother Dong, don't you want to say anything?"

"What are you talking about! I told you not to worry about it, but I'm going to Marseille with a knife to kill people!"

"Alas, I'm old now. I'll just look at the young people." The Fourth Master sighed.

Qi Gudong gritted his teeth, Wang Yaotang's words from last time were still ringing in his ears. Is it possible that I don't want to sit in this position now?

……

after one day.

Hong Kong - Barcelona, Spain, Barcelona - Montpellier, France.

“Why choose to fly here?”

"That way it would be hard to link any problems in Marseille to us."

In the car, Wang Yaotang said with a smile.

In 1981, there was no Internet and it was very difficult to search for information.

"Okay." Bisna, who was driving, smiled.

"Is the equipment ready?"

"Four AKs and three Glocks."

"No RPG? No Broadsword either?"

"Boss, you won't let me use the channels I'm familiar with."

"Well, at least everyone has a gun, and they did a good job." Wang Yaotang said with a smile: "How is the investigation going?"

"By the way, I've always wondered, what is the relationship between this Luke and Lu Le?" Ajie suddenly asked.

"Idiot, Luc means 'bright', 'powerful', 'positive', and 'dispels darkness'." Wang Yaotang slapped Ajie.

"I choose the bright gang, the positive and optimistic gang." Ajie laughed.

"It's darkly humorous, isn't it?" Bisna shrugged.

"Let's talk about business." Wang Yaotang reminded.

"Okay." Bisna reorganized her words. "Luc Gang, the main forces are in the Saint-Pierre District of District 5 and Castellane of District 6, with 120 members..."

"Only 120 people?" Ajie asked in surprise.

"Yes, European and American gangs and Chinese gangs are two completely different forms." Bisna explained, "In detail, there are two types: family-style and parliamentary-style. The family-style is the Italian Mafia. The core members must have the same surname, and the outer members must also be Italians. The parliamentary-style is generally based on the same nationality. There are No. 1 and No. 2 bosses, etc., and all decisions are made by voting."

Ajie clicked his tongue twice, "Is Xinji considered a family business?"

"Not really." Wang Yaotang said with a smile: "Different cultures naturally lead to different results. We are a vibrant social group with Chinese characteristics. How can it be said that the Xiang family rules the world and the Lin family fights for it, so how can it be said to be a family-style group?"

"Oh." Ajie scratched his head, not sure whether he understood or not, "How can 120 people manage such a large territory and business?"

"Can you shut up?" Bisna looked over with a cold face.

"OK, OK, a good man doesn't fight with a woman." Ajie muttered in a low voice.

"You can, you can choose any method you want." Bisna said with a smile.

Ajie immediately fell silent.

"The Luke Gang is also mainly involved in alcohol, managing four bars in two districts. They also distribute drugs, smuggle luxury goods, traffic in people, and provide customized erotic services for high-end people."

"What is customized erotic service for high-end people?" Ajie couldn't help but ask curiously.

"For example, some people like underage girls, some like little boys, some like strong men, some like to abuse and beat, and some like to be beaten..."

"Oh my god, pervert!" Ajie gasped.

"These 120 people are the core of the gang. In European and American gang fights, no one uses knives. They either use fists or guns, so they don't need that many people." Bisna told Ajie to shut up, but she still explained.

"It's mainly to control costs." Wang Yaotang took over the conversation. "These big gangs are keen on developing upper-level connections, building platforms, intercepting profits, and handing over terminal business to small gangs below. By controlling resources and money, they can avoid the trouble caused by the terminals and save costs."

"What terminal?"

"Take smuggling as an example. They are responsible for opening up channels and ensuring the safety of funds for both parties in the transaction. For example, when selling powder, they sell several kilograms of goods directly to a small street gang."

"That's great. It saves money and is safe." Ajie nodded.

"It's okay in Europe and the United States, but in Hong Kong, 120 people would be beheaded in one day!" Wang Yaotang curled his lips.

"Then the Europeans and Americans won't shoot them to death?"

“What happens after they’re beaten to death?” Wang Yaotang asked unhappily, “Can a small street gang have access to the network of MPs and government officials? All they can get in touch with is the guns of the police!”

"After they get the powder, will those people go from street to street to sell it?"

"Oh, the four great demolition companies, I understand now that you put it that way. It really doesn't require too many people." Seeing Bisna's cold face and her arms folded without saying anything, Wang Yaotang laughed, "You tell me, you tell me."

"You guys chat." Bisna was always interrupted and she started to get angry.

The two looked at each other and laughed.

"The leader of the Luc Gang is called Olivier, the second leader is called Sebastian, and the third leader is Emmanuel. Officially, they have close ties with the top regional police and customs officials, but the specific people are unknown."

"Their main activity location is in a trading company near the dock, in a commercial building. The personnel are complicated, so I don't recommend going there directly. However, I have their company's phone number and the addresses of the top and second-in-command."

"Fu Anqing, led by Tao Zhiquan, is active in Marseille Chinatown, located in District 2. The number of gang members is around 300. Their business scope includes human smuggling, smuggling, drug trafficking, gambling, selling silver, robbery, extortion, protection money, etc."

"Gone?" Wang Yaotang was a little surprised.

"No, the Chinese have always been xenophobic, and their sphere of influence is mainly in Chinatown. They have little contact with the outside world, and they are very secretive. The main hall should be in a Chen family ancestral hall. I have no way to know more about it. This is the information that Ah Bing and the others asked." Bisna shrugged, "It's difficult for ordinary people to see Uncle Quan."

"Have you figured out how to solve the problem? What can you do with a few AKs?" Bisna was very curious. "First of all, I must make it clear that although I work with you, I will not do anything that will get me killed."

"Don't worry, my reputation is more precious than your life." Wang Yaotang smiled, "Besides, there are many ways to solve the problem. The reason why European and American gangs can control a large sphere of influence with only a few people is that the ordinary people at the bottom are too rotten and have no brains at all."

"The Chinese blood in you is very precious. Learn more about Chinese culture and history, receive Chinese education, and then you will find that you will become smarter all of a sudden."

"Oh, really? Then why can't Chinese people get out of Chinatown? I don't see where the power of Chinese people is in Europe." Bisna's face looked a little bad. After all, she has been a Dutchman for more than 20 years.

"Do you reject black people? Black blood?" Wang Yaotang asked with a smile.

"Of course, why not? They are as dirty and undisciplined as rats in a sewer. Wherever there are black people, it represents poverty and chaos."

"Do you think there will be any anti-black legislation?"

"of course not."

"why?"

“That is against freedom and human rights.”

"Then why did the Netherlands introduce targeted legislation before World War II to prohibit marriage with Chinese men?"

"Uh - I don't know." Bisna shrugged.

“Do you think black nations will be a threat to Europe’s future?”

"Don't joke, how is it possible for those guys who don't have a brain as big as a peanut!" Bisna shook her head and laughed.

"During the powerful Second Empire, the 'Yellow Peril Theory' was specifically released, which believed that China would become a threat to Europe's future, and used this as an excuse to carry out some anti-Chinese activities." Wang Yaotang spread his hands, "You see, Europe does not exclude blacks, and there is no relevant threat theory, because you all know that blacks will not have any impact on European countries, but Chinese people cannot."

"People are only afraid of someone who is stronger than themselves, or will soon be stronger than themselves, right?"

"That's why Europe is excluding Chinese people as a whole and trying to control their political and economic influence."

"Okay, okay, maybe you're right." Bisna shrugged. "I know that many people in Hungary believe that their ancestors were powerful Mongols, but this does not help our current situation at all."

"Sister Hong, did you answer it?" Wang Yaotang changed the subject.

"Yes, it's at my place."

"Okay, when we get there, I'll show you how I solved the problem. By the way, have you bought the fertilizer, detonators, and fireworks I asked you to buy?"

"What are you going to do after you buy it?"

"You'll find out soon enough."

"So mysterious." Bisna muttered.

As Wang Yaotang closed his eyes and rested, the other sounds in the car soon died down.

2 hours later…

The car stopped in the yard of a two-story independent house, and Bisna, Wang Yaotang, Ajie and Da Mao got out of the car.

"Sister Hong, prepare some cosmetics." Wang Yaotang ordered as he entered the room.

"What kind of makeup do you want to put on?" Sister Hong had a lot to say but was held back.

"Whatever, as long as it's different from now." Wang Yaotang waved his hand and walked towards the bathroom. "Bisna, get ready. We'll go to Luke's company later. Please order 20 cups of coffee in advance from a nearby coffee shop."

1 hour later…

Wang Yaotang, a man with long hair, dark skin and glasses, dropped a few drops of liquid into each coffee cup.

"what?"

"A cyanide with a bitter almond flavor. It goes perfectly with coffee and greatly improves the taste. Of course, only a tiny amount is needed to kill a person within minutes."

"Shit!" Bisna took a few steps back in fear, "Damn it, where did you get this dangerous item?"

"you guess."

The car stopped downstairs of the building. After confirming the floor and company name with Bisna again, Wang Yaotang walked into the building elevator carrying a big bag.

"Hey, be careful, the coffee may stain your clothes."

"Excuse me, please make way for me, thank you."

After standing in front of the glass door and confirming it again, Wang Yaotang stepped in and said loudly, "Hello, this is the coffee you ordered."

"Coffee, when did we order coffee?" a white man asked with a frown.

"Hey, buddy, are you asking me? Are you sure you are asking me?" Wang Yaotang asked loudly.

"Damn it, otherwise!"

"Don't be ridiculous. I'm only responsible for delivering the goods to your door. Do I have to remember the name of every person who placed the order? Should I call them now to ask them, or should you show me your ID?"

The white man was somewhat speechless.

"Okay, sir, now please show us your ID." Wang Yaotang's voice was loud, with a hint of provocation and mockery.

Suddenly, the farce here attracted many people.

"Alstom, he asked you to show your ID, hahaha." Seven or eight people walked out from inside, tattoos could be seen on their arms and necks, and one could tell at a glance that they were not good people.

"So, sir, do you need to stay? Or should I take you?"

Alston also felt that he was a bit stupid and embarrassed, so he took a step forward and pushed him hard, "Damn yellow monkey, I'm going to tear your mouth apart!"

"NO, NO, NO, the coffee is spilled." Wang Yaotang staggered a few steps.

“My coffee!”

"Alston!"

"Okay, okay, it's my problem, OK, OK." Wang Yaotang looked at them, raised his hands in fear, and stepped back, causing a burst of laughter from inside.

When coffee is delivered to your door, no one cares who ordered it.

Wang Yaotang lowered his head and smiled as he went down two floors through the emergency passage before pressing the elevator button.

He went out, got in the car, changed clothes, and after driving more than 100 meters, Wang Yaotang called for a stop, got off the car and stood on the roadside to smoke.

Ajie was determined to go out and see the world, and the driver Bisna also got out of the car.

"What are you doing here?" Ajie asked in a low voice.

"Let's see how many bodies will be sent down soon." Wang Yaotang took a deep breath.

"You're crazy!" Bisna frowned.

"There is a psychological phenomenon called 'crime scene nostalgia', which refers to the criminals returning to the crime scene to relive the tension and excitement of committing the crime, admire their own masterpiece, and experience the sense of accomplishment of having a close brush with the police while the police still know nothing about it."

"You, I find that the more I come into contact with you, the more I can feel your perversion!" Bisna gritted her teeth.

"This is a crushing of IQ!"

The police were quite fast. Before he finished smoking a cigarette, sirens sounded and six or seven policemen jumped out, followed closely by an ambulance.

There were so many people watching the fun that Wang Yaotang and the other two seemed inconspicuous.

Everyone didn't have to wait long before the first body was pushed out.

Then came the second one, the third one...

Every time a new one is added, people around them gasp!
A total of 13 bodies were pushed out.

"Okay, let's go." Wang Yaotang called out, "Not bad, close to a 7% kill success rate."

On the way back, Bisna glanced at Wang Yaotang from time to time.

"Hey, that's almost it. Are you in love with me?" Wang Yaotang said with a smile.

"I would have to be crazy to fall in love with a murderer who killed 13 people with his own hands. Don't you feel bad about it?"

"No, I just feel excited!" Wang Yaotang grinned, "This is just the beginning!"

(End of this chapter)