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

Chapter 93: When Axe Jun first came to prominence, was he also frightened by the old-timers in the underworld?
"Liu Sir, congratulations! You won't have to be threatened by Han Chen anymore."

When he heard the word "Han Chen", Liu Jianming felt like he was almost suffocating.

For a moment, I ignored the strange voice on the other end of the phone.

"Who are you?!"

"It doesn't matter who I am. All the evidence and files that Han Chen used to threaten you are now in my hands.

I know you, Sir Liu, have always wanted to be a good person. If Han Chen doesn't give you this opportunity, I will!"

The call was from He Yaozong. The reason why he processed his voice was because he knew that although Liu Jianming seemed to be doing well in recent years, his life was actually no different from Chen Yongren.

I face tons of psychological pressure every day and may collapse at any time.

In a sense, Liu Jianming's psychological problems are more serious than Chen Yongren's.

Chen Yongren was in a dark situation, but at least he still had hope in his heart, looking forward to one day returning to the light he believed in.

But Liu Jianming is different. This guy lives in dire straits every day. The better his current situation is, the more desperate he is about the fear of his identity being exposed.

Taking a deep breath, Liu Jianming stumbled to his balcony and pulled up the windshield.

"What do you want to do?"

"Simple, during this period, your intelligence department is investigating a modified smuggling aircraft.

Listen to my advice, this matter ends here, find an opportunity to destroy the information that needs to be destroyed, and leave yourself a way out! "

Liu Jianming suddenly felt as if his throat was being strangled by an invisible giant hand. He wanted to say something, but he couldn't utter a word.

The person on the other end of the phone continued to speak.

"Maybe I'll find a suitable time to mail you the evidence Han Chen used to threaten you.

However, whether you can be a police officer with dignity depends on whether your performance can satisfy me.

If anything happens in the future, I will contact you from time to time, but don't worry, I'm not as crazy as Han Chen. At most, I'll ask you to find out some information."

These words made Liu Jianming feel a little relieved.

"Han Chen is dead?"

"Liu Sir, if you are smart, you shouldn't ask me questions.

You haven't replied to what I just told you!"

"Okay! I know what to do!"

beep--

The call was instantly disconnected.

After being in a daze for a long time, Liu Jianming finally hung up the phone. For a moment, he was at a loss and didn't know what to do.

At Kwai Chung Container Station No. 7, Ho Yiu-chung stood on the beach, hung up the phone, removed the battery, and then threw the phone into the surging waves.

When we returned to Hetai Teahouse, it was already ten o'clock in the evening.

Chen Yongren sat in his office and waited for several hours, and finally waited for He Yaozong to come back.

But He Yaozong walked up to Chen Yongren carrying a canvas bag.

"Mr. Chen, why don't you go out for a walk?"

Faced with He Yaozong's teasing, Chen Yongren couldn't help but smile bitterly.

"Han Chen's men are probably out there trying to pick me off, how dare I go out and run around?

How's it going? Did you get anything out of Han Chen?

"Don't panic. Starting tomorrow, you'll be an official member of the police force. Han Chen and the others might not be able to stop you."

He Yaozong said this and threw the canvas bag in his hand at Chen Yongren's feet.

"Here is all the information about the mole Han Chen has planted in the police force.

If you really can't wait, bring these things and report to the Wan Chai Police Building tonight.

If they cannot prove your undercover identity, tell the people in the Human Resources Department and the Supervision Department that your file is archived in the independent computer of the late Police Academy Principal Ye Jinfeng.

After your job review, don't forget to come back here and treat me to a celebratory drink."

Of course, He Yaozong did not tell him that the information about Han Chen’s biggest ghost was not in this package.

Chen Yongren looked at He Yaozong in disbelief, then lowered his body and hurriedly unzipped the canvas bag.

After reading through the files on the traitor left by Han Chen, his hands began to tremble uncontrollably.

"My file is saved in Ye Sir's computer. Did Huang Sir tell you that?!"

"if not?"

"What about Han Chen?"

"He ran away on a boat. I don't know where he went. Maybe he will never come back."

Chen Yongren was already a little incoherent.

"Ten years...ten years! Do you know how I've been spending these ten years?
Why? Why must so many people die before I can regain my identity!

Why did you choose me to be the traitor! Why did you choose me to be Ni Kun’s son! ! ”

The bitterness that had been pent up in my heart for many years finally burst out at this moment.

He Yaozong patted Chen Yongren on the shoulder and couldn't help but speak.

“It’s rare, no one can change the past, so just relax and embrace the future!
No. 27149, congratulations on your return to the team."

……

The next morning, at the Police Headquarters Building, Arsenal Street, Wan Chai.

Liu Jianming parked his car in the parking lot and looked a little depressed on the way to his office.

But soon he received even more explosive news.

On the Organized Crime and Triad Bureau side, there is an undercover agent who has been lurking in Tsim Sha Tsui for ten years. Today he officially reports and returns to the team!

All the traitors planted by Han Chen in the police station were caught by the undercover agent of Organized Crime and Triad Bureau.

The eldest brother personally sent a commendation and planned to hold a celebration party for him at the headquarters tonight.

When Liu Jianming learned that he had not been exposed, he felt relieved and scared at the same time!
"Liu Sir, Liu Sir?"

After an officer from the Intelligence Department told him what happened last night, he saw that Liu Jianming began to lose consciousness and couldn't help but ask in a low voice.

"Yeah! You called me?"

"Liu Sir, you look a little unwell!

You don’t look very happy.”

"Nothing, I was just thinking that the task of uncovering Han Chen's traitor was originally the responsibility of our Intelligence Department.

Now that someone else has taken the credit, I can't help but feel a little disappointed!"

Liu Jianming quickly found an excuse to cover up the matter. It was obviously impossible for this clerk to imagine that the biggest person who had slipped through the net was his immediate superior.

"Damn! Sir Liu, you're just working too hard.

O-Ji helped us solve the problem, which is a great thing!
Otherwise, given Chief Superintendent Li Wenbin's temper, with the death of Huang Zhicheng under his command, who knows how he would mess with our Intelligence Department."

……

Two flowers bloom, one branch each.

The police force has its own way of doing things, and the community has its own way of doing things.

Lin Huaile, who got up early today, was not idle either. Last night, Fei Deng asked him to make the matter that He Yaozong promised a bigger deal, and he didn't want to delay for a moment.

The first stop was Yau Ma Tei, where I found my former die-hard supporter - Fire Bull.

In a breakfast shop on Sai Kung Street in Yau Ma Tei, Lin Huaile casually finished a rice roll and wiped his mouth.

Looking at Huo Niu who was sitting opposite and savoring the porridge carefully, he couldn't help but speak.

"Fire Bull, Ah Yao promised me yesterday that he would represent the society to conquer Tsim Sha Tsui and divide the business among the various district gangs. Why didn't you agree?"

"Well--"

Huo Niu put down the porridge spoon in his hand and grabbed a bowl of kelp soup and took a sip.

Then he responded: "Ah Le, if there is a ready-made business in Tsim Sha Tsui, who wouldn't want to go there and do it?
The key point is that He Yaozong is too arrogant. You also saw it some time ago. He killed the white-headed old man from Dongxing without any hesitation.

It’s because the camel and the white-crowned crane from Dongxing don’t get along, otherwise who knows how this matter would end!
Forget about letting me accompany him to Tsim Sha Tsui to cause trouble. I'm afraid that by then I won't be able to stand firm in Tsim Sha Tsui and will be beaten back, and even my territory in Yau Ma Tei will be lost!"

"You can't say that. Didn't we agree beforehand that we'd attack Tsim Sha Tsui together after I was elected as the leader?"

"That will have to wait until you are elected as the person in charge!
What is your identity now? What is He Yaozong’s identity?
Are you qualified to mobilize the entire club to go to Tsim Sha Tsui to have fun? Forget it, Ah Le, it's already good enough to live a peaceful life.

As Huo Niu spoke, he picked up the porridge spoon and scooped up a spoonful of porridge, put it to his mouth and blew on it.

Lin Huaile leaned back in his chair, waiting for Huoniu to finish the porridge in the bowl bit by bit.

He waited until Huo Niu went to get water to rinse his mouth before he spoke again.

"Just consider it a favor for me this time and stand up and support Ho Yiu Chung.

If you lose your Yau Ma Tei site, I will give you the Jordan site!"

Puff—Huoniu spat a mouthful of water on the ground and looked at Lin Huaile in disbelief.

"Ah Le, even if you want to embarrass He Yaozong, there's no need to be so extreme, right?"

Lin Huaile looked calm and just shook his head.

"I didn't mean to embarrass anyone, I just wanted to do something to help the club.

Sham Shui Po is a strong and powerful place. Since you are willing to take the lead, I must cherish this opportunity!

Huo Niu secretly glanced at Lin Huaile, thinking that he had mastered Fat Deng's tricks to perfection.

He immediately smiled bitterly and said, “That’s Tsim Sha Tsui, not Tai Kok Tsui, there are tough guys everywhere.

The society hasn't been able to get it back in 20 years. Do you really think you can plant a flag there with just the two of you?"

"No matter what, you take the others with you first!
Anyway, no matter what happens, I will definitely give you an explanation when the time comes."

Seeing that Lin Huaile still refused to give in, Huo Niu had no choice but to nod reluctantly.

After dealing with Huo Niu, Lin Huaile immediately stood up to leave, but was stopped by Huo Niu.

"Hey, since you're only eating this dry rice noodle roll, how about you get a bowl of soup?"

"Need not!"

"Where are you going in such a hurry?"

"Go find Leng Lao in Shatin. He's far away from home. If there's business for him in Tsim Sha Tsui, he'll definitely follow!"

Looking at Lin Huaile's hurriedly leaving back, Huo Niu couldn't help but sigh.

"It's become increasingly difficult to be the boss of Liansheng these past two years..."

11:30 am, an underground Japanese restaurant on Guanyong Street.

Chuan Bao was sitting in a spacious box with He Yaozong discussing something.

"Damn! I don't know why you like eating this kind of thing.

A rice ball wrapped in a roll of seaweed, sprinkled with two sesame seeds, and they dare to sell it for eight yuan each!
When I take over this street one day, I will definitely raise the tea fee for these losers."

He Yaozong held a cold rice ball in his hand, looked at it with skepticism, and then threw it back on the plate, showing no appetite at all.

Chuanbao just laughed.

"Ayao, don't look down on this restaurant. Although the food here is not tasty, it is spacious and quiet.

It's okay for you to spend three hundred dollars and enjoy the air conditioning here for an entire afternoon.

We uncles usually like to hold meetings here. Sometimes after the meeting, we can even play a couple of rounds of mahjong here!"

"Okay, uncle, let's talk business."

He Yaozong opened the briefcase he brought with him, took out a stack of information from it, and threw it in front of Chuanbao.

Knowing that it would take too long to finish watching the whole thing, he simply explained.

“I’ve already decided on the name of the minibus company: Hengyao Bus!

There is basically no problem with the line on the Dapu side. Xinji will not go to such a place to compete with us for food.

The competitive locations to be considered now are mainly from Kwun Tong to Tsim Sha Tsui, then across the sea to Causeway Bay, Wan Chai West, Central and Sai Wan.

As far as I know, there are Xinji auto parts repair stations in these places, and they pay minibus drivers a salary of 5,000 yuan per month.

The ticket price from Kwun Tong to Central is ten yuan.

Xinji's bus routes are already very mature. If we want to gain an advantage over the competition, we need to work harder in other areas."

Chuanbao immediately became interested.

"You mean... lower the ticket price?"

He Yaozong shook his head: "The fares for the red minibuses are fixed by the Transport Department and there is no way to change them!

We can't do anything through other legitimate channels. The only way we can do this is to offer high salaries and poach all the drivers who drive minibuses for Xinji!"

Chuanbao's eyelids twitched and he immediately became anxious.

"Ayao, are you kidding me?
There are so many capable drivers in Hong Kong Island. If you poach one, Sun Kee will fill it up. How can we afford to poach so many people?"

"Uncle, you can't say that. I'm not going to poach people one by one, I'm going to poach all the minibus drivers at Xinji at once!
Minibus drivers need a certificate issued by the Transport Department to compete in their jobs.

As long as the Xinji minibus line is suspended for a short period of time, our minibus company can take advantage of this vacancy and occupy the market with justification.

Otherwise, our minibuses won’t even have a chance to emerge in the market!"

Upon hearing this, Chuanbao nodded in agreement.

Whether it is the municipal green minibus or the private red minibus, the Transport Department has strict control over it.

Ho Yiu-chung had previously said that he would make five round trips between Hong Kong Island and Kowloon Peninsula a day. Although the Hengyao Bus minibus route has been extended to Tai Po, the routes after Kwun Tong are becoming saturated.

The Transport Department will regulate and will definitely not let them make so many trips.

But if the Xinji minibus stops operating, that would be a different story.

Xinji’s minibus company may not make money for a day, but the minibuses cannot stop running for a day!
It has affected citizens' travel, and the Transport Department's complaint hotline is probably going to be flooded with calls.

As long as the Transport Department gives its approval, when Hengyao Bus goes on the road, we can legitimately share a piece of the pie with Xinji Minibus Company.

Now that the official matters have been settled, Chuanbao thinks it’s time to talk about things between the communities.

“Ayao, I won’t worry about these matters dealing with the municipal departments.

My only worry now is, if Xinji is pushed too far, and they try to play dirty tricks on us, how are we going to deal with it?"

"Uncle, first tell me what a dirty trick is."

"Damn it! That dirty trick is causing trouble!

They put snakes on your minibuses, threatened your drivers so they wouldn't work, and set fire to your workshop. Otherwise, how do you think San Kee managed to monopolize the minibus business in most of Hong Kong and Kowloon?

He Yaozong smiled and said, "Now that it has come to this, what else is there to say? Let's fight!

You hit me today, I hit you tomorrow, the worst that can happen is that neither of us will have any business, let's see who can last longer."

"It's easy for you to say that, but don't forget Tsim Sha Tsui, it's someone's place!"

"Axe Jun, the one who was Deng Bo's confidant back then?"

"As long as you know!"

Chuanbao adjusted his glasses and began to tell the story.

"Back then, Axe Jun brought his Tsim Sha Tsui operations to Sun Kee and that very night, he was awarded the title of Second Route Marshal by Sun Kee's Xu Jiayan. He became incredibly popular for a while.

But later he gradually retired, and now the one watching the show in Tsim Sha Tsui is his disciple Dinosaur.

The person who manages the minibus business in Kwun Tong is Wan Xinrong, a disciple of Sun Kee Manager Lin Shixia.

The person responsible for supporting his minibus company was none other than the dinosaurs of Tsim Sha Tsui. It could also be said that the man behind the Sun Kee Minibus Company was none other than the once-invincible Axe Jun!

blah-

Ho Yiu Chung lit a cigarette and replied nonchalantly, "When Axe Jun was conquering Yau Tsim Mong, was he ever intimidated by those established gangsters?"

These words immediately stumped Chuanbao.

Yes, there are always talented people in the world, and the old are replaced by the new!

If He Liansheng hadn't been afraid of Axe Jun's courage, how could he have watched the loss of the territory in Tsim Sha Tsui?
These old guys are old and timid, but they forget that the young people are full of vigor and vitality and are at the peak of their careers!
But Chuanbao couldn't understand it. He just wanted to start a minibus business worth a few million yuan, or at worst run to remote places like Sha Tin and Sai Kung.

How come things escalated to the point where we had to go to Tsim Sha Tsui and have a fight with Axe Jun in less than two days?

Feeling timid in front of He Yaozong for a moment, Chuanbao felt that he needed to change the subject to cover up his embarrassment.

"Um... Ah Yao, Lin Huaile made it known to everyone this morning that you were going to plant a flag in Tsim Sha Tsui.

I think you should come forward and explain. After all, the Freemasons have good intentions, and no one wants to see you embarrassed."

He Yaozong still held his head high with a playful smile on his face.

"No, the more he makes this known to everyone, the happier I will be."

"Are you really planning to take your men into Tsim Sha Tsui? Flop! I advise you to think it over carefully.

If a war really breaks out, it won't be as simple as whether to come to Taiwan or not!"

“Uncle, I, the boss, don’t ask about this matter, so you don’t have to worry about it.

It’s too early to say who will be the loser by then!”

……

Jordan, in front of a pork stall on Cheung Lok Street.

Lin Huaile was holding a bag of pork ribs in his left hand and a phone in his right hand.

With his back to the street outside, he whispered into the microphone.

"Feng Yuxiu, do you remember what I told you before?
The opportunity to stand out is coming soon. Stay in Mong Kok tomorrow and don’t go anywhere!

Then wherever the blackfly is, there you are..."

(End of this chapter)