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

Chapter 231 The three greatest blessings in life!

On the way home, Olivier turned into a philosopher, and talked to everyone with gestures about topics such as "Why do people live?", "The meaning of life?", "People should have dreams", etc., and foam even appeared at the corners of his mouth when he talked.

Wang Yaotang did not stop him. He just treated a gang leader chatting about "life" and "dreams" as fun.

As they were almost at their place, Wang Yaotang interrupted Olivier and said, "Dreams also need money to support them. Tell me first, what are you going to do with the remaining money?"

Close to one million, it’s not a small amount, but Olivier doesn’t care about money now.

"I made a few calls, but just now, I guess the police are looking for me, and my two brothers are also looking for me, um..."

"There is a telephone booth on the side of the road, and there are coins here." Wang Yaotang said with a smile.

"it is good!"

"I have some scratches... I am safe for now... It's them. I need 100 million... Of course they won't kill me. They are just a group of dreamers whose dreams were destroyed!" Olivier roared in a low voice: "He is only years old and he wants to realize his dream. What crime has he committed!"

Sebastian held the microphone away and looked at it with a strange expression, "Are you crazy?"

"You are crazy, Sebastian. I told you, they are not bad people. They just hesitated for a short while in the pursuit of their dreams. We must help them!" Olivier's voice was filled with the power of 'firmness'.

Bisna translated to Ajie in a low voice, and Ajie laughed and trembled, "Tiao, I can't take it anymore, I'm dying of laughter, this guy..."

"Brother Yao, are you really going to let him go?" Ajie asked, holding Wang Yaotang's shoulder.

Wang Yaotang sighed, "I am still stuck in a fixed mindset. In fact, doing business is not that difficult. Just look at how the Sea Coachman expanded his business to the whole world, Bisna."

"Strong ships and powerful guns." Bisna said with a smile.

"History has already given us the correct answer. It is actually very simple to expand business. All we need to do is to use RPGs and recoilless guns to bombard their houses a few times. Only then will we be qualified to talk about business."

"Aren't you afraid that you will go to Hong Kong to retaliate against us?" Ajie took over the conversation with a smile.

"The martial arts world is not about fighting and killing." Wang Yaotang shook his head. "Take Olivier for example. He rose to power step by step. I don't know how many people he had conflicts with during this period. Did he have to take revenge on them one by one?"

"It would be great to kill all your enemies, but wantonly disrupting social order will only lead to hostility from everyone. No one wants to cooperate with a madman."

“If you want to get involved in this business, you have to follow the rules when you are still young, but once you are successful, you have to follow politics, and politics is the art of compromise.”

"It doesn't matter, you decide." Ajie shrugged.

He has a clear positioning of himself. There will be no shortage of smart people around Brother Yao. He doesn't need to worry about things that require thinking. All he needs to do is to point and hit!
Olivier didn't say where he was. Just now in the car, he saw no less than 20 explosive packs.

There is up to 10 kilograms of explosives inside!
With hundreds of kilograms of high explosives, what price will the police have to pay to rescue him?

Don't be ridiculous, the mayor is not worthy!

Even though they thought he was crazy, the two partners still transferred $100 million to him because of their past friendship. Even if Olivier died, they would have a clear conscience.

After getting the money, it’s the most critical moment. He must convince the other party to pick up his dream again.

"Hey man, I don't know your name yet, can you tell me? Don't worry, I don't mean anything else, I..."

"Wang Yaotang." Wang Yaotang said with a smile before he could finish.

"Wang, you...NO, NO, NO, don't pick it. I know the rules." Olivier lowered his head and covered his eyes.

“Didn’t you talk to me about dreams? How can a person with dreams hide in the shadows?” Wang Yaotang said with a smile.

"You want to make red wine again?" Olivier's face was full of surprise, as if a flame exploded in his heart.

"Brothers, you lost money on your first business venture. Isn't that inappropriate?"

"Inappropriate!"

"You were framed and took the blame, and even lost your life. Isn't that inappropriate?"

"It's even more inappropriate!"

"Now that the money has been paid, our accounts are settled. Everything will proceed as normal business. Is that ok?"

"no problem!"

"Every wrong has its perpetrator, every debt has its creditor. If you are looking for trouble with Fu Anqing, is it okay to transfer Tao out?"

“That’s no problem!”

"Transfer the money, I'm leaving."

After completing the transaction, Olivier looked at Wang Yaotang with some trepidation, as his life and death depended on this move.

"I am leaving."

"Goodbye." Olivier breathed a sigh of relief.

"Before you go, I have a question."

Olivier's heart skipped a beat. "You say."

"It was Fu Anqing who was plotting against me, and you are the only one who has to bear the losses. It's inappropriate for Fu Anqing to get away with it, isn't it?"

"Inappropriate!"

"Well, I didn't have a clear understanding of the situation before, but now I think you're a good person and a friend I can get along with. But I did cause you a lot of losses after all. As compensation, I'll give you $100 million."

"Ah!?" Olivier's eyes widened with a look of disbelief.

Watching Wang Yaotang complete the transfer over the phone again, Olivier's face showed surprise, gratitude, and relief...

Although he knew that it was all his own money.

Although he knew that this was a common method used by the upper class to deal with their subordinates.

But I felt very comfortable in my heart, very comfortable, even the hatred buried deep in my heart was soothed.

Attitude, attitude is important.

"We are friends now." Wang Yaotang stretched out his hand.

"Yes, we are friends now." Olivier stretched out his hand and shook it vigorously.

"Believe me, this is the best business you have ever done, no doubt about it." Wang Yaotang patted Olivier on the shoulder, "Your assets will double soon, remember your promise."

"Don't worry, Tao will pay the price soon!" Olivier watched Wang Yaotang get into the car, and then watched the Fiat quickly disappear into the night, and finally he breathed a sigh of relief.

I completely relaxed, feeling exhausted all over. I forced myself to call someone to pick me up, then sat down on the ground and gasped.

"Since you don't want the last 100 million, why do you ask him to borrow money to transfer it? It's a waste of time." Ajie asked in the car.

"Idiot!" Bisna slapped Ajie on the back of his head. "Olivier gave money to buy his life, and Brother Yao gave money to ease the relationship."

"It's not the same to just collect 100 million less."

"Of course it's different."

"Then tell me what's the difference."

Bisna opened her mouth, she understood but couldn't say anything, she suddenly became angry and stretched out her hand to grab Ajie's neck, "I said it's different, it's different."

"Let go, let go, it's different, different." Ajie was out of breath and could only give in.

"Brother Yao, is it different?" Bisna turned her head and asked.

"There are three great fortunes in life: reunion after a long separation, recovery after loss, and a false alarm." Wang Yaotang said with a smile: "Without the process of 'losing', how can we create the surprise of 'recovering'."

Bisna puffed out her chest and squinted at Ajie, "Did you hear that?"

Ajie whispered, "It's a good thing a blind cat has caught a dead mouse."

"What did you say!"

"what--"

After some fighting and playing, the group returned to their residence...

……

Chinatown, Chen Clan Ancestral Hall.

Since the late Qing Dynasty, there have been three major waves of immigration in the country.

From 1845 to 1939, more than 1500 million Chinese became "contracted Chinese laborers" and went to various parts of the world, mainly in Southeast Asia.

From 1940 to 1949, during the War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression, this wave of immigration was mainly composed of handicraftsmen, landlords, and wealthy businessmen.

After 1982, with the reform and opening up, the moon abroad is rounder than that at home.

During the 50s to 80s, communication between overseas Chinese, including between communities, was at a low ebb. Fu Anqing's income mostly came from Chinatown in Marseille, and there was not much communication with other communities outside. Of course, there were some exchanges, such as drugs, which had to be imported from Southeast Asia.

In the afternoon, Olivier called and scolded him. Uncle Quan was panicked at first, but then he thought, a strong dragon does not suppress a local snake. Is He Shengyi a strong dragon?

It's just a club that's about to go bankrupt. Even if a few people come and make some waves unexpectedly, so what? It's just a dying snake, poisonous, but that's all.

This is Marseille, this is French territory. Fu Anqing has been here for decades and has long seen clearly that the Chinese cannot make any waves. The Luke Gang is the local tyrant and can be dealt with quickly.

As for 500 million, it’s impossible!
Let's talk about it and give some money to compensate Olivier. That's it. Just earn a little less, not a big problem.

So, when Uncle Quan was woken up by the phone ringing late at night, he was very angry.

As I get older, I have trouble sleeping.

"What's wrong!"

"what?"

"How many people died?"

"Olivier is missing?"

After hanging up the phone, Uncle Quan lost all desire to sleep. He sat on the bed blankly, his mind a mess.

The local tyrant was poisoned to death?
How to do?
A trapped beast still fights, a dying blow?
Or has He Shengyi become more successful?

In any case, ask questions first.

Fu Anqing is also a legitimate member of the "Hongmen", one of the overseas branches of 14K.

Among the four major social organizations in Hong Kong, 14K has the most overseas branches and is the largest in scale.

So after going around in circles, Uncle Quan finally called Chen Huimin.

He has acted in more than 50 movies, is a Kung Fu star, his punches are as famous as Chen Huimin and his kicks are as famous as Bruce Lee, he is a long-term performing club boss, and is well-known among Chinese communities around the world. He is 14K's external business card.

After a few pleasantries, Uncle Quan invited Chen Huimin to visit Marseille. After a long chat, Uncle Quan asked, "Is He Shengyi still around? How is he doing?"

"Why are you asking He Shengyi why?" Chen Huimin became alert instinctively.

"Ah, what's the matter? Someone wants to do business with me under the name of He Shengyi, so I'm asking." Uncle Quan said with a smile.

"Oh, so, of course there is. In the past year or so, the most outstanding person in Hong Kong Island is He Shengyi. There is a young man named Cai Shen Yao, who has two flowers and a red stick. He is very impressive."

"You must be kidding. Double flowers and red sticks. It's just a piece of shit for a small club to bring flowers to each other." Uncle Quan was getting a little restless.

"It's true that he wasn't brought here by the Big Four, but now no one in Hong Kong Island doesn't admit it. That guy fought from Tsim Sha Tsui to Yau Ma Tei within a year, and his power expanded very quickly. He Shengyi was supported by him alone."

“No way, the four major societies are just going to watch the young people show off their power?” Uncle Quan swallowed.

"The underworld is not about fighting and killing. His nickname is 'God of Wealth'. We are out there to make money. Let's make money together." Chen Huimin smacked his lips. Can I tell you that most of the people who got to the top of the Fortune God's ladder relied on 14K?

"If he wants to do business with you, then do it. That guy is very business-minded. He has expanded his power so quickly because he spent money. He spent tens of millions a year."

"Is that so? What kind of business does he do? Who are the powerful men under him? What is the attitude of the Hong Kong police?" Uncle Quan asked anxiously.

"You are far away in Marseille, you won't have any conflict with him, right?" Chen Huimin asked with a frown.

"Well, they asked me to help them order a batch of French red wine, but the warehouse was robbed by a local gang. I was wondering what to do."

Chen Huimin only had to think about it for a moment before he roughly understood it. While scolding the old man for being blind, he said carefully: "Is that so? Then let's have some tea and chat. Let me tell you, he had a conflict with the four major companies some time ago. Taizi Rong organized 5000 people to show off their horses, but in the end he didn't gain any advantage. The three major companies, Quan, Dong, and Lian, suffered heavy losses, and the Quan company was almost broken up."

"What!" Uncle Quan covered his head. Perhaps he stood up too quickly and felt dizzy.

After taking a few deep breaths, Uncle Quan forced a smile, "Okay, Brother Min, thanks. I might ask you to help me mediate later. Can you help me get the message across?"

"You, young man, are at your most powerful right now, full of energy and vigor, and it's hard to talk to you. How could I give you the face?" Chen Huimin evaded.

"Please, Brother Min, everyone knows that Hong Kong Island's Chen Huimin is the most prestigious in the underworld. Don't worry, no matter what the result is, I will definitely give you a thank-you gift."

"You, well, okay, but I can only help you ask about the situation."

"Okay, thanks."

After hanging up the phone, I couldn’t sleep that night.

He endured until the next morning, and went downstairs to eat with dark circles under his eyes. His subordinates saw him but didn't dare to ask any more questions, as they already knew what had happened last night.

Olivier's convoy was attacked by a bomb, all seven of his men were killed, and he himself was missing.

After finishing his breakfast, Uncle Quan just went upstairs to rest when he heard a commotion outside. He stood on the stairs frowning and waiting. Soon, the man with triangular eyes came in and said, "Uncle Quan, there are police outside. They want to take you back for questioning."

If it were in another place, the police would not be blocked and would have rushed in long ago, but this is Chinatown and a few policemen don't want to cause trouble.

"Let them in."

"Grandpa, they..."

Triangle Eyes wanted to say something but was interrupted by Uncle Quan, "What else? Drive the police away?"

"Then I'll take the others and follow them. I'm afraid someone will attack us along the way."

"What's there to be afraid of? Let's see who dares!" Uncle Quan snorted, "Let's go."

A police car was followed by three other cars with 12 people in it, heading straight to the police station in a mighty and nervous manner.

Uncle Quan is not afraid of routine inquiries at all. When working in overseas organizations, he knows the law, studies the law, understands the law, and applies it consistently.

Theoretically, Uncle Quan just helped to purchase a batch of red wine, and what happened afterwards had nothing to do with him.

But everyone knows the truth. The police forced Uncle Quan to deal with this matter immediately, otherwise they would launch a strict investigation into his properties.

More than half an hour later, Uncle Quan walked out of the police station under the escort of four people. Three cars were parked in a row, and eight people were scattered around, looking around vigilantly.

On the side of the road, Ajie was wearing a baseball cap and a noise-canceling headset. He took off his backpack while walking, turned it clockwise vigorously, and then let go and threw it away.

The backpack flew out more than two meters, and a fishing line was pulled out with a "snap". At the same time, Ajie turned around and ran, taking a few big strides to the corner of the street and pounced out.

The package flew seven or eight meters away and landed not far from the first car. "Boom!"

A fireball rose up with a huge explosion, and the shock wave spread the dust on the ground in a way visible to the naked eye.

The few thugs standing closest to them were blown away by the blast.

The shock wave spread out in all directions, and the people of Fu'anqing fell down like wheat being cut.

The sound waves shattered all the glass around!

The sudden explosion deafened everyone on the street, and they all looked towards the door of the police station in horror.

In full view of the crowd, a Fiat suddenly rushed to the explosion site and ran over the bodies of several people lying on the ground.

The car door opened and a sturdy masked man rushed down and scooped up Uncle Quan, who was lying motionless on the ground, like an eagle catching a chick.

There was a huge explosion at the door, and someone in the police station quickly rushed to the door and peeked in. At a glance, he saw a masked man grabbing a person and throwing him into a car, and then he got in as well.

Looking at Uncle Quan who was thrown into the car, bleeding from all seven orifices, and looked like he was dead, Wang Yaotang cursed, "Fuck, they put too much medicine!"

"go!"

He shouted, and at the same time grabbed two 2-kilogram bombs and threw them towards the entrance of the police station.

Big Cat stepped on the accelerator, and a puff of black smoke came out from the rear of the car and it rushed out, leaving only two black burnt tire marks on the ground.

After 3 seconds, brake, drift, and turn.

At the entrance of the police station, several police officers who were looking out of the room rushed forward in fear, "Bang!" "Bang!"

Brake, open the door, and Ajie jumps into the car.

It was not until a few minutes later that the police came out after they were sure that the gang of lunatics had left and no one would drop bombs again.

The sheriff listened to his subordinates' report with a grim face, "It should be a homemade bomb, it's very powerful, only a few of us were temporarily deafened by the shock, the attackers are most likely the deceived Wanwan gang members, their purpose should be to kidnap Tao, the method is the same as last night, they should want to extort money from him to make up for the loss."

"So, that's what you're gonna fucking tell the reporters? Let the whole of Marseille, the whole of France know that because of the greed of a yellow-skinned idiot, the Marseille police station was attacked by an explosion by another group of yellow-skinned monkeys?" The sheriff yelled with his neck stretched.

The subordinate lowered his head and complained in his heart, I’m not saying this to you!
"It's like this. The two gangs attacked each other because of conflicts of interest, which greatly damaged the security and business environment of Marseille. Although the gang members are crazy, the police will never compromise with the gang members. We swear to bring these criminals to justice!" The subordinates stood at attention and saluted, saying loudly.

"Yes, that's good. Prepare a more detailed account of the case and a list of speeches. I will go to the headquarters to make a report in half an hour."

"Yes!"

(End of this chapter)