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

Chapter 73 If something happens to him, many people will be buried with him
Ever since he stabbed Liang Kun with a knife last time, Wu Ying became famous overnight and became extremely popular in Yau Tsim District.

Ho Yiu-chung divided the land in Mong Kok and Temple Street into pieces, and handed over the land on Reclamation Land and Tong Lok Street to Wuying.

Temple Street is a mixed bag, and it is still managed by Ah Hua.

But flies still like to go to Temple Street every few days.

9:30 pm, Jinbala Nightclub.

Wuying finished his patrol in Mong Kok, and then came over here as usual to have a drink with Ah Hua.

At this time, Ahua was in the duty room of the nightclub, concentrating on peeling an apple.

"Hua brother!"

The door was kicked open by Wuying with a bang. Ah Hua was startled and the fruit peel that was almost peeled broke with the sound.

Looking at the cut peel, Ah Hua couldn't help but get angry and grabbed the apple and threw it at the fly.

"Damn! I'm almost done with the eighth one!

When will you learn to say hello before entering a room, you loser?

The fly firmly grabbed the apple thrown by Ahua, put it to its mouth and took a bite.

He walked to the coffee table, looked at the peeled, slightly yellowed apples on the table, and couldn't help asking.

"Brother Hua, why are you hiding in there for no reason and peeling so many apples?"

Ahua stuck the fruit knife in his hand into an apple, then grabbed a tissue and wiped his hands.

"This is what the target shooter taught me. He told me that as a knife fighter, your hands need to be fast, but more importantly, steady!
If I can peel eight apples a day and make each one smooth and round, and by the time I finish the last one without the first turning yellow, my knife skills will be considered perfect!"

Wuying sat on the sofa and squeezed towards Ahua, signaling him to make room.

Then there was another snap.

"What's the point of learning such detailed sword techniques? There's no need to be so particular about chopping someone!"

“It’s always good to have many skills, so you should learn what you need to learn!

By the way, what are you doing here so early tonight?

The place has only been back for a few days, if you don't go and take a look, aren't you afraid of something happening?"

Wuying threw the half-eaten apple into the trash can, wiped his hands on himself, and sighed.

"I'm here to talk to you about something. These past few days, Guan Zaisan has been bringing a lot of people from Sham Shui Po stalls to Mong Kok to solicit business.

It was okay once or twice, but it's getting more and more excessive these past few nights.

A few times, the owners of the nightclubs there came to me and asked if the viewing fees were going to be raised, because they were allowing the gangs to ruin their business. I didn’t know how to explain this to those owners.

Ah Hua frowned and answered immediately.

"Guan Zai Sen has handed over the position of district leader. I think during this period of time, he will try to win over his old team so that he can have someone to look after him in the future.

If it doesn't work, then let him be. Everyone in the gang knows that Brother Yao will be the boss in Sham Shui Po from now on. Let's give Guan Zai Sen some face and not make things too ugly."

Wuying was indignant: "But isn't he ruining my reputation by doing this?"

Ah Hua waved his hand and said, "This way, Temple Street will have booming business every night.

During this period, you should arrange for your men to come to my place and solicit customers.

This way, you can save face for Guan Zai Sen and avoid making things difficult for yourself in front of those bosses."

Ring ring ring——

Just as Ah Hua was giving a solution, the mobile phone hanging on Wuying's waist rang.

Picking up the phone, Wuying pressed the answer button.

"Who?"

"Brother Wuying, something happened in the field..."

The call was from a thug who was watching the scene in Mong Kok. Hearing the evasive tone of the thug's voice, Wuying's face darkened.

"Say!"

After a moment, Wuying hung up the phone with a gloomy expression.

"Brother Hua, this time it's really not that I don't give Guan Zaisen face!"

Ah Hua asked quickly.

"What happened?"

"He brought some people with him to our stall these past few days to attract fans!
Just now, a customer was sent to the hospital after eating noodles, and the police came to check his license plate!

The customer said he bought the noodles from our place!"

thump--

Ah Hua slammed the table and stood up, his fists clenched so tightly that they made a clattering sound.

"Which place?"

"Tang Le Street, the dance hall owned by Paper Horse Lee!"

"Go to Hetai Tea House now and inform Brother Yao. I'll go talk to Li Zhima and take care of that first!

Remember to call me later to see what Brother Yao has to say!"

Wuying nodded quickly: "Okay!"

……

When he was woken up in the middle of the night and learned that someone was selling No. 4 dumplings in the place, He Yaozong was speechless.

After hearing Wuying's explanation of the whole story, He Yaozong had a rough idea in his mind.

"Wuying, has Ahua captured the person?"

Wuying shook his head: "Brother Hua only asked me to come here to inform you. If you have any instructions for Brother Yao, just call him."

"Well, call him now and tell him not to make it public. No matter what, get the person who's selling the goods out here first!

If you scratch someone, send them to the warehouse near Kwai Chung Container Terminal 7 and wait for me. I'll be there later."

He Yaozong put on his coat and preached to Wuying.

Seeing He Yaozong preparing to go out, Wuying asked in confusion.

"Brother Yao, where are you going now?"

"Of course I'll go find Brother Sen! After all, he's Uncle's best man, so we should give him the respect he deserves!"

As He Yaozong was about to go out, he found Wuying sitting there stupidly, dialing a number on his mobile phone.

Unable to help but frown, He Yaozong spoke.

"What are you still doing sitting there? Xiwei and the others are listed in the underwater book as Guanzaisen's disciples!
I'm going to question him. Do you think it's appropriate for them to come along?"

"oh oh!"

Wuying slapped his head and quickly stood up.

Inside an apartment building on Da Nan Street.

This is Guan Zaisen’s residence, which has two bedrooms and a living room. The space is not spacious, but it is not cramped either.

This was the residence that Jimmie bought for Guan Zaisen a year ago.

However, Guan Zaisan rarely stayed here. He preferred to stay in the tenement building in Shek Kip Mei Estate, where he was surrounded by fellow Taoists and seemed to fit in better.

At this time, Guan Zaisen was sitting in the bedroom, counting two stacks of banknotes that he had just counted.

"This 50,000 will be used to buy the No. 8 tomorrow, and this 60,000 will be used to buy the Magdeburg next week.

I don't believe I'll lose every time, I'll win once in a while!"

dong dong dong-

Just as Guan Zaisen was about to put the counted banknotes under the bed, there was a knock on the door.

Guan Zaisen immediately became nervous, stuffed the money under the bed, and stood up suddenly.

"Who?"

"Brother Sen, is it convenient for me to come in and chat for a while?"

When Guan Zaisen heard He Yaozong's voice outside, he was stunned at first, but his nervousness was inevitably relieved a lot.

When he came to the living room and opened the door, he saw Wuying and a group of younger brothers following He Yaozong. Guan Zaisen roughly guessed why He Yaozong came.

He Yaozong signaled Wuying to take his men to wait in the corridor outside, then he put his arm around Guan Zaisen's shoulder and entered the room.

After closing the door and just about to find a place to sit down, He Yaozong discovered that there was not even a bench in Guan Zaisen's room!

blah-

After lighting a cigarette, He Yaozong got straight to the point.

"Brother Sen, I just want to ask you one question. Someone has lost a following in our hall recently. Does this matter have anything to do with you?"

Guan Zaisen was naturally very unwilling to be demoted.

But He Yaozong's reputation was so bad that Guan Zaisen did not dare to act rashly in front of him.

So he immediately avoided her gaze and started talking about other things.

"What do you mean by losing fans? Ah Yao, I don't know what you are talking about.

I’ve been in Sham Shui Po for so many years, if I wanted to gain fans, why would I wait until today…”

"That's enough! Brother Mori, your words are enough!"

He Yaozong patted Guan Zaisen's shoulder, thought for a moment, and spoke again.

"I know that you, Brother Sen, were forced to hand over your position, and you must be feeling resentful.

But I might as well make it clear. Now that my uncle has handed the affairs of the gang over to me, it’s not me who is trying to kick you out!
If you have any opinions, go talk to Uncle Deng and the others!
I have set a rule for the gang not to allow fans to leave. If anyone dares to break my rule, I will definitely teach him a lesson! "

He Yaozong's expression was calm, but the fierceness in his tone made Guan Zaisen shudder.

"Got it!"

Seeing that Guan Zai Sen had done his job efficiently, He Yaozong changed his tone again.

"Brother Sen, even though you have handed over the position of district leader, it does not mean that you will not have a place in Sham Shui Po in the future.

When I was in trouble in the past, it was you who guided me in. I will never forget this kindness.

Today I can tell you that as long as you don't gamble, the gang will still provide for your retirement!"

Guan Zaisen raised his head with a complicated expression and looked at He Yaozong.

Looking at He Yaozong, he felt mixed emotions and didn't know what to say for a moment.

But he saw He Yaozong reach out and grab his arm, and spoke again.

"I have a small matter tonight, so I'd like to trouble Brother Sen to help me deal with it."

Guan Zaisen spoke tremblingly.

"What...what is it?"

Near midnight, Kwai Chung Container Station 7.

It was still the warehouse where fish were transported. When He Yaozong led Guan Zaisen to the warehouse, Ahua had already been waiting there with his men for a long time.

There was a yellow-haired boy kneeling on the ground with his head hung.

There were dried blood stains on both sides of his cheeks, obviously he had been beaten by Ahua.

"Brother Yao, this loser is called Feizaihong. He said he was working with the Emperor of Dongxing."

Ah Hua, holding a machete and holding a knife flower in his hand, walked up to He Yaozong and said so. Glancing at the pitiful Fei Zaihong, He Yaozong asked.

"You're only bringing this one back?"

"Yes, I was afraid of alerting the enemy, so I only brought this one here first."

Ah Hua said this and glanced at Guan Zaisen who was standing next to He Yaozong, and spoke again.

"I've already made inquiries. Emperor and Da Mi have been distributing goods at various stalls in our hall, in addition to Temple Street.

Someone wanted to reveal something to you, but was…"

Guan Zaisen turned his head away uncomfortably. Apparently, someone at the stall wanted to expose some secrets, but he was suppressed.

However, He Yaozong gave Guan Zaisen enough face and did not continue the conversation.

He walked up to the kneeling Fei Zaihong and kicked him to the ground.

"How long have the goods been scattered in my yard?"

Feizaihong looked at Ah Hua who came forward to write the poem and answered quickly and fluently.

"Five days, exactly five days!"

“Besides you, who else is distributing goods here?”

“I don’t know, I really don’t know!
My boss Dami asked me to work here. I am only responsible for getting the goods and selling them. I know nothing else!"

Looking at Fei Zai Hong's scatterbrained look, He Yaozong knew that he was a small fry and that he could not get anything out of him.

He turned around and walked to Ahua.

He whispered, "Let this jerk stay here tonight. Tomorrow morning, chop off one of his hands and then let him go.

I'll ask Guan Zaisen to call Huangdi and Dami and ask them to deliver all the goods they can produce tonight to the pork stall on Da Nan Street.

Then they intercepted the goods and threw them into the garbage dump on Paotai Street!

I'll call Feisha later and let him claim the credit for this work!"

Upon hearing this, Ahua nodded cautiously.

Then He Yaozong turned around and glanced at Guan Zaisen, without saying anything else, waved his hand, and walked out of the warehouse with Wuying and others.

Guan Zaisen also turned around, but was stopped by Ahua.

"Brother Sen, there are some things I need your help with!

Don't leave so quickly, I'll treat you to a late-night snack later."

……

The next day, it was just dawn.

Room 208, a clock hotel on Bowl Lane.

The emperor was lying on the bed, still in a deep sleep.

He was awakened by a violent banging on the door.

"Emperor, open the door!"

Da Mi's angry voice came from outside.

bang bang bang-

The sound of banging on the door had turned into kicking. The emperor rubbed his eyes, got up and put on his pants, while cursing at the door.

"Da Mi! Did you take the wrong medicine so early in the morning? It's soul-inducing!"

When I opened the door, I found Da Mi standing at the door, the flesh on her face trembling, and she was obviously extremely angry.

"What?"

Seeing Da Mi like this, the emperor couldn't help feeling a little guilty.

"What's going on? Something happened to the shipment that was delivered to Sham Shui Po last night!

The police have already unpacked everything. Uncle Ben just called me and said, "If the three million worth of goods can't be replenished, you and I will go back to Yuen Long and go sailing with Dadong and the others!"

The emperor immediately jumped to his feet.

"What's going on? It was selling well before!"

"It was that loser Guan Zaisen who reported the matter to He Yaozong!
He Yaozong and his men intercepted our shipment and called the police to report it!"

Da Mi was anxious and angry, and simply didn't bother to explain, so she grabbed the emperor's neck.

"Let me tell you, it was you who asked me to sell the goods that I couldn't clear out in the past two months to Sham Shui Po.

Originally, I gave a 30% profit and let Lei Yaoyang and others sell it, and nothing would happen!

Now that the goods are lost, you have to pay me back the three million without missing a cent and we'll be even!"

"Cough cough..."

The emperor's face turned purple from being pinched. He struggled hard to break free, took a deep breath, and then looked at Da Mi in fear.

"Dami, I also invested over a million dollars worth of goods in this, it's useless for you to keep an eye on me!

Uncle Ben gave us these goods to distribute. Now that they're lost, the most important thing is to find a way to get the money to pay Uncle Ben back, otherwise I'll be so scared that I'll have to go back to Yuen Long and work on the ship!"

Da Mi just pointed at the emperor's nose and cursed.

"Do I need you to teach me? Where's the money? Will you give it to me?!"

The emperor shook his head helplessly and said, "I don't have that much money to cover the cost.

But things are in our hands. Guan Zai Sen was the one who started this, so go find him and ask for it!"

Da Mi was almost laughing because of the emperor.

"That good-for-nothing Guan Zaisen, even if you peeled his bones clean you wouldn't be able to squeeze out even two ounces of fat!

You're crazy to ask him for money! "

“That’s not true. Guan Zaishan has no money, but he was the one who took the lead and took us to Sham Shui Po to unload the goods.

Catch him back and force He Yaozong to fill this hole. I don't believe they and Liansheng can watch Guan Zaisen die!"

"What if Liansheng refuses to pay?"

"Well, no matter what, we have to try it first, right?"

Da Mi gritted his teeth and punched the door.

With a bang, the wooden door panel was cracked by him.

……

In the Yau Ma Tei fruit market, an air-conditioned room where bananas are stored.

"Tell me! What's He Yaozong's phone number?"

Da Mi waved a bunch of unripe bananas and knocked Guan Zaisen to the ground.

Then he went forward and started punching and kicking, which made the emperor on the side rush forward to hold him back.

Looking at Guan Zaisen who fell to the ground and was barely breathing, the emperor squatted down and patted Guan Zaisen's face.

"Guan Zaisen, you caused us to lose so much goods last night. Do you think you can get through this by gritting your teeth?

I've already given you enough face. Just call He Yaozong and ask him to send the money over, and we'll be even!"

Guan Zaisen curled up his body and looked up at the emperor timidly.

"I have no face in front of He Yaozong, so it's useless for you to beat me up.

He's such a tough guy, even if you call him, he won't give you the money!"

"Push to the street!"

After hearing what Guan Zaisen said, Da Mi immediately got furious.

He turned his head left and right, then set his sights on a pair of banana shears in the corner of the cold storage.

Without saying a word, he strode forward, picked up the scissors, and walked towards Guan Zaisen.

"Emperor, please move aside. I'm going to cut off this loser's balls first, and then ask him if he's willing to make the call!"

The emperor spread his hands, made a helpless expression towards Guan Zaisen, and then gave up his seat.

Guan Zaisen was horrified. Seeing that the pair of scissors had fallen above his crotch, he twisted his body in panic and shouted at the same time.

"I'll call! Can't I just call?"

Da Mi sneered, then took out his phone and yelled at Guan Zaisen.

"Tell me! What's the number?"

Guan Zaisen couldn't remember the phone numbers of He Yaozong and others, so he called the front desk of the teahouse.

At this time, He Yaozong was working in the upstairs teahouse. When he heard a thug come up to report that Guan Zaisen was kidnapped by Dongxing's people, He Yaozong couldn't help but put down the work in his hands.

"The phone is still on, right?"

"No, Brother Yao, the people from Dongxing are still waiting for your reply downstairs."

"it is good!"

Soon, He Yaozong arrived at the front desk of the teahouse and picked up the receiver which had not yet been hung up.

"Hello? I'm He Yaozong!"

When he heard He Yaozong's voice, Da Mi's angry voice immediately came out from the receiver.

"He Yaozong! Was it you who gave that batch of goods to the police last night?"

"Let's get down to business!"

"Okay! Then let me make it clear. The batch of goods last night was worth 4.8 million!

If you send the money to Portland Street before six o'clock in the evening, we'll be even.

If I don't see the money after six o'clock, you'll be ready to collect Guan Zai Sen's body!"

As he spoke, a scream came from the other end of the phone.

He Yaozong frowned slightly and held the receiver tightly.

"Listen carefully, I'm very busy lately and don't have time to play with you Dongxing.

In an hour, I want to see Brother Sen come back for lunch.

If anything happens to him, many people will be buried with him!"

bang-

He Yaozong hung up the phone. Hearing the busy tone coming from the microphone, Da Mi was stunned for a moment.

The emperor came forward.

"How is it? What did He Yaozong say?"

"Push to the street!"

Da Mi picked up the phone and smashed it on Guan Zaisen's face, which was also a clear answer to the emperor.

The dull sound of beating rang out in the room. Guan Zaisen couldn't bear it any longer and could only roll on the ground with his head in his hands.

At the same time, he begged for mercy loudly.

"Don't hit me! Don't hit me!

I told you before that it's useless to use me to threaten He Yaozong. I have a way, I have a way to make him pay!"

(End of this chapter)