Hong Kong Movie: At the beginning, Big Boss B asked me to draw the death lottery

Chapter 37 Blame it on my blindness for raising three ungrateful wolves
At the intersection of Jordan and Gascoigne Road, Lin Huaile was leisurely coming out of the vegetable market carrying a bag of fresh produce.

Tread-tap-

A burst of hurried footsteps caught up, and Lin Huaile's leader Aze ran up to him.

Panting, he said, "Brother Le...Brother Le, stop shopping, Uncle Deng is here!"

Lin Huaile was stunned: "Why didn't you call me?"

"Brother Le, you didn't bring your phone with you!"

"Go back quickly!"

Lin Huaile quickly stuffed the fresh food into Aze's hand, then turned around and jogged towards his residence.

As the boss of Liansheng District 9, Lin Huaile can be said to be the most low-key person.

He has been running the stall for so many years, and more than a hundred shops east of Jordan Road have to pay tea fees to his stall every month.

But none of the neighbors in this area knew that this "modest" Ah Lok was the owner of He Liansheng!
When he returned to his residence, Lin Huaile found Fat Deng curled up on the sofa, holding a newspaper and reading it with great interest.

Lin Huaile couldn't help but frown.

"Aze, what's wrong? You didn't even give Deng Botian a cup of tea?"

“No, I told them not to pour the tea.

Ah Le, come here, I want to tell you something!"

Fat Deng put down the newspaper and called Lin Huaile over to sit down.

"Okay, Uncle Dumbledore!"

Having said that, Lin Huaile still stood up to get the coffee bag on the coffee table, mixed the coffee, added milk, added two spoons of malt sugar and stirred it, and carefully brought it to Fei Deng.

He knew Fat Deng's living habits very well, and even knew how much sugar Fat Deng liked in his coffee.

When Fei Deng took over the coffee, he sat next to Fei Deng and carefully pulled the wrinkles on Fei Deng's shirt, acting like a filial son and grandson.

Fat Deng took the coffee and took a sip with a smile, then spoke.

"Ah Le, I'll take care of those places on Temple Street for you.

You should work hard and try to achieve some results in the next six months.

When the time comes, I can speak up for you in front of those old guys!"

Lin Huaile suddenly felt refreshed. Although there was still more than half a year before the election, he had already predicted that his only rival for the next leadership position would be Big D from Tsuen Wan.

Big D has a lot of people and a lot of money, and his style of doing things is eccentric and overbearing. He is guarding this small territory of Jordan, so why would he risk his life to fight with others?
Only by keeping Fat Deng firmly on his side can he have a glimmer of hope.

However, although he was happy in his heart, Lin Huaile still pretended to be humble.

"Uncle Deng, why don't you just forget it.

It's not worth offending Uncle Long Gen for such a small matter!"

"What the hell is not worth it? I helped you to solve the problem. If Long Gen wants to blame someone, let him blame me!

Over the years, you have been kind to others in Heliansheng. You will definitely help anyone in need. We have all seen it.

But when you're out there, you can't be too honest! If you don't expand your power before the battle begins, what will you have to fight Big D with?

At this moment, Fat Deng seemed to really treat Lin Huaile as his own son, but only he himself knew that this was a routine he had used for so many years.

When choosing a person to take charge, you should choose someone who is weak and obedient!
Fat Deng softened his voice and continued.

"After dinner, take your men to Temple Street to hand over to Longgen's men.

But you should note that there are quite a few smugglers dismantling goods in Temple Street in Tsim Sha Tsui.

Don't get involved with these housewreckers. You have to take care of this place for me. If you can't do it, you're slapping me in the face!"

Lin Huaile quickly responded in a serious tone: "Don't worry, Uncle Deng, I will try my best to take care of these places!
If there's a chance, plant a flag there openly and honestly!"

At four o'clock in the afternoon, He Yaozong went to the clinic to see Blind Hui. When he returned to the teahouse, he found Xiwei standing at the door waiting.

"Brother Yao, the glasses from Kwai Chung are here, waiting for you inside Furong Pavilion!"

"How many people are here?"

"Two people, but they look very unhappy."

He Yaozong smiled and said, "If someone told you to kill your whole family, you wouldn't be happy!"

After saying that, He Yaozong waved his hand, motioning Xiwei to follow him upstairs.

creak-

The tea bag door was pushed open, and two middle-aged men sitting on the chairs immediately stood up and looked towards the door with anticipation.

When they saw He Yaozong's handsome face, a hint of disappointment flashed across their eyes.

A tall, gentle-looking man wearing black-framed glasses extended his right hand to He Yaozong.

"Uncle Deng asked us to come here to look for someone. I guess you are the famous Brother Yao?"

This flattery is not very clever.

Especially the man with glasses, who is almost forty years old, was willing to humble himself and call He Yaozong "Brother Yao". It was obvious that the group of Vietnamese people in Nam Sang Wai really pushed him into a desperate situation.

He Yaozong stretched out his hand and shook hands with Yan Jing, smiling slightly.

"I don't deserve the title of Brother Yao. If you like, just call me A Yao.

May I ask what your names are?"

Pulling his hand back, Glasses pointed to the long-haired man beside him and quickly introduced himself. "Excuse me, I'm Kwai Chung Glasses, and this is my brother who burns yellow paper for me.

This time I came to see you..."

"Don't tell me, I know everything."

He Yaozong waved his hand to interrupt Yan's explanation, and then asked the two to sit down.

Then he asked.

"I can help you get rid of those Vietnamese guys in Nam Sang Wai.

But what price will you have to pay to settle this matter? I wonder if Uncle Deng has ever told you about it.

"Yes! From now on, all our sites in Kwai Chung will belong to Wo Luen Sheng."

"Let me correct you first. It belongs to the He Liansheng Sham Shui Po branch!"

He Yaozong gestured to Xiwei to pour tea for the two of them while continuing to speak.

"Tell me about the origins of this group of Vietnamese people so I can help you solve your problem as soon as possible!"

Glasses sighed.

"Five years ago, I was shipping goods at sea and met three Vietnamese men who had escaped from the White Rock refugee camp.

These three brothers, the eldest is Xian Weichai, the second is Tony, and the third is Ah Hu. They were on my boat and knelt down to beg me, saying that as long as I gave them some food, they would do anything for me!

It’s my fault for being blind and picking up three wolf cubs!
Over the past five years, they've grown so big that they've even raised a group of refugees in Nam Sang Wai, using my name to stir up trouble everywhere!

The hero on the side couldn't help but interrupt.

"Not only that! Some time ago, my brother Ashan, who owns glasses, scraped together some money to send a batch of goods to Vietnam, and he happened to find these three losers!
As a result, these idiots not only stole the goods, but also hacked Ashan into a cripple!
We wanted to clean up our mess, but these Vietnamese guys started saying they wanted to kill our whole family.

As a result, Yan Jing has locked his wife and children at home and dares not even go out!

He Yaozong nodded. "These Vietnamese guys seem pretty aggressive. Can I get their photos? I can send people to do something."

Yan Jing just smiled bitterly and didn't take He Yaozong's words seriously.

In his opinion, He Liansheng let such an unknown younger brother receive them, which clearly showed that he did not want to have any more entanglement with them.

I immediately felt more disappointed: "I know this matter is not easy to settle, and I have no other intention in coming here to find you.

I hope Heliansheng can give us a roof over our heads so that these three brothers will be more cautious and not act recklessly.

"Brother, you're still young, and I don't want you to be targeted by these Vietnamese guys. At most, I can become a tainted witness for the police, but I won't let these idiots have it easy!"

He Yaozong sneered, then took out a cigarette and lit it.

Taking a deep breath, he glanced at his glasses with disdain.

"If you can't swallow this, then stop talking nonsense and go back to prepare the photos so I can get back to work!"

……

Pengcheng, Shekou Bay.

As the sky grew darker, an unused warehouse on the seashore became gloomy.

Several men were sitting on the ground, eating their lunch boxes in big mouthfuls.

"We received a call from Hong Kong Island. The Shar-Pei guy from Diamond Hill stole our goods and is being targeted by the police!

This bastard Shapi Li keeps claiming to be our fellow countryman, but when it comes to doing things, he is just as unreliable as those bastards from Hong Kong Island!

Brother Jianjun, if the Hong Kong police and the public security bureau inform each other by then, I’m afraid we won’t be able to escape!”

A tall and thin man finished eating first, threw away the lunch box in his hand, and spoke to a man with a flat head sitting upright in the crowd.

The man did not respond, but another younger man sitting next to him spoke.

"Target boy, don't talk while eating or sleeping, big brother won't pay attention to you now.

But we already knew what you're talking about. Big Brother asked us to come here so that we could cross the sea tonight and kill that idiot Shapi Li!"

The target shooter moved over and sat down next to the man who took over the conversation.

"Jianguo, did Big Brother tell me to go across the sea and do something to his mother again this time?"

"I don't know about that. Why don't you ask Big Brother?"

The target shooter glanced at his elder brother Wang Jianjun who was still chewing his food carefully, then sneered.

“Never mind, I didn’t touch anything, but I’d feel uneasy if I didn’t get some back from Hong Kong Island.

A while ago, a human trafficker contacted me and told me that a gang in Hong Kong was hiring a gunman for 80,000 yuan to kill an enemy.

I was thinking since I was already there, why not take the deal?"

"Damn it! 80,000 yuan for a life, doing this kind of business is worse than begging!
In my opinion, it would be better to pick another gold shop and take advantage of his mother directly.

The harvest is good, I won’t have to go to Hong Kong Island in my lifetime! "

"Shut up!"

Wang Jianjun had already put down his lunch box and glared at his brother.

"Jianguo, do you want to die?!"

"What are you afraid of? Just sprinkle some water!
If you succeed, you can eat steak. If you fail, you can go to Huang Hua (detention center) and shoot!"

The younger brother Wang Jianguo disagreed and retorted to his elder brother while gnashing his teeth.

(End of this chapter)