Hong Kong films: Drawing lots to determine death? I'll send the boss to the Western Paradise.

Chapter 74 "74" The boss is dead, so am I the boss now?
The next afternoon, Liang Kun convened a meeting at the main hall.

Nan Zheng arrived yawning.

"Liangzheng, why the expression? You're so young... are you suffering from kidney deficiency?" Brother Ji teased.

"What kidney deficiency? Ip Man could take on ten of them!"

Fatty Li chuckled and said, "Who knows if you got weak after taking on the eleventh one?"

"Brother Li, how come I never realized your flattery skills were so superb before?"

"If you can talk, then talk more," Nan Zheng said with a laugh, her interest in Fatty Li growing again.

That bastard always manages to come up with something new.

"By the way, do you know why we're having a meeting? We usually have meetings late at night," Nan Zheng asked.

Brother Kei reminded him, "Isn't it all because of Boss B? He's dead now, but his territory in Causeway Bay and Tsz Wan Shan isn't dead. It can't just be left unguarded, can it?"

As you know, gangsters aren't very bright; when the boss isn't around, they call themselves the boss.

If we don't send someone down to keep an eye on things, those scoundrels are going to revolt.

“That’s true.” Nan Zheng nodded.

Unfortunately, he himself lacked seniority, not to mention the people under him.

Otherwise, it would be a sure thing to help them up.

A moment later, Liang Kun arrived, sat down, and tapped the table, saying hoarsely, "I'm sure everyone knows the purpose of today's meeting without me having to say more."

"With Boss B gone, the Causeway Bay position is vacant. Does anyone have any suitable candidates?"

“Tai Fei from North Point is not bad. He’s an old hand, and a real Red Pole who dares to fight and kill! He joined Hung Hing when he was a teenager. Brother Zhen used to say that this kid had a bright future.” Fatty Lai said first.

Tai Fei from North Point is one of his men.

In fact, Dafei had already joined Hung Hing during Jiang Zhen's time.

The reason he's remained a low-ranking official for over a decade is entirely due to his foul mouth and unsociable behavior.

“Ekin from Kowloon City is also good.” Narrow-eyed man tapped the table and said, “He also joined Hung Hing at the age of fourteen. Ekin is known for his fighting skills in Kowloon City. If we’re really comparing strength, he’s the clear winner.”

Then several other people in charge recommended their subordinates.

Nan Zheng yawned listlessly, feeling sleepy again.

Before long, Leung Kwan finalized the decision: Da Fei and Ekin would compete for half a month.

Whoever wins in business becomes the boss.

“I’m a very fair person. Whoever has the ability is the one in charge. Times have changed. There’s still fighting and killing, but the most important thing is still brains!” Handsome Kun pointed to his temple:

"Only those who are both brave and resourceful are qualified leaders; otherwise, what right does a mere brute have to be the one in charge?"

Someone like B-boy, who's always causing trouble, offends more people than he gets. You wouldn't even know when his whole family dies.

"Alright, that's all, meeting adjourned."

"..."

Nan Zheng got up and led her people away in a swagger.

Ekin and Dafei didn't give him any money, and he couldn't be bothered to support anyone else.

I'd rather go home and sleep.

But as soon as they stepped out of the shop, Fatty Li came over and said, "Liang Zheng, since you have some free time now, let's talk business?"

How would you like to talk?

"It's very simple, it's nothing more than a matter of profit distribution..."

"Let's do it the old way: you provide the manpower, you get 50%; I provide the work, I get 50%."

"However, the majority of the profits will go to those big-breasted girls and the golden-haired lion king. The 100% distribution we mentioned is based on their share of 50%."

When Fatty Li heard this, he thought it was quite fair; he hadn't expected Liang Zheng to not take advantage of him.

After thinking for a moment, he said, "That's not right! Those golden-haired lion kings are all prostitutes, so why should we give them so much?"
"Are they working for us, or are we working for them?"

Nan Zheng's idea of ​​profit sharing is very interesting. For example, a girl earns a million.

Give Da Tou 500,000, and then split the remaining 500,000 between Fatty Li and Nan Zheng.

In total, each person only received 25.

That is, a 25% profit margin.

This was the first time Fatty Li had ever seen this kind of business model, but he knew Liang Zheng wasn't stupid.

"Divorced guy, are you really stupid? Did you really leave because you're greedy for money?" Nan Zheng stopped and turned to look at Fatty Li with disdain.

Brother Li has become "Divorce Brother" again.

"You don't really think you can make a fortune by running a few casinos and hiring a few courtesans, do you?"

"What do you mean?"

"Casinos and courtesans are meant to keep those suckers hooked and make money off them, but not to make them rich or drain their wallets..."

But the new approach is different. They package those "golden-haired lion kings" and "busty beauties" with carefully chosen identities, portraying them as high-end individuals. For example, labels like "overseas-educated college student," "wealthy heiress," or "hidden millionaire"...

Then, we'd unintentionally hook up with those easy targets, get them to sleep with us, and then our casino would coordinate from the inside out, finally getting them back into the casino to be slaughtered like pigs...

If one cut isn't enough, try two; if two cuts aren't enough, try three. The fish's kidneys might withstand it, but his wallet might not.

"As long as we squeeze every last penny out of the high-end customers and they leave, we can just split the profits. Isn't that much more profitable than simply running a casino and a brothel?"

"Holy crap!" Fatty Li was stunned when he heard this, and didn't even realize that the cigarette in his mouth had fallen out.

Then he looked at Nan Zheng with a shocked expression:

"Ah Zheng, you're playing so hard, aren't you afraid your son will be born without an anus?"

"What did you say?"

"I say this plan is great, I love it so much!" Fatty Li was so excited he almost jumped up, he was extremely excited.

The plan seems to have many flaws, but as long as it works in cooperation with the casino, there won't be any problems.

After all, it's nouveau riche and big spenders who come to the casino, and it's also high-end people and wealthy heiresses who come to the casino. What do their affairs have to do with the casino?
"That's why you have to use your brain when you're out in the world, and you have to keep up with the times! These suckers will get ripped off sooner or later anyway, so we might as well rip them off ourselves," Nan Zheng said, having already been planning what to do for a long time.

It's okay to tell Fatty Li.

Anyway, I never intended to keep him.

Nan Zheng's move wasn't particularly clever; it was a double trap, also known as a "socialite trap" in later generations.

That's precisely why it's so lethal.

For thousands of years, lust has been a dangerous thing, and men can never change this nature.

At most, it's restraint.

"That's the main reason why I gave the big heads to them. If they don't have the money to package it well, we won't even get the small heads," Nan Zheng said with a smile, patting Fatty Li on the shoulder.

"Tsk tsk, there are so many rich people in Hong Kong. If we can swindle one of them, we'll be rich soon. Everyone will be like Li Ka-shing, the most notorious shipping magnate." Fatty Li said excitedly. He had already imagined that after using this trick, he would be counting money at home until his legs cramped.

“Brother Li, so you’ve gone mad again! Rich people are rich people, and suckers are suckers, those are two different things.” Nan Zheng shook two fingers.

"If we're going to scam someone, we'll scam those bastards who made their fortunes in dishonest ways, like those who killed their fathers-in-law to seize their inheritance, or those who silenced their own brothers to retrieve their wills..."

Because these people have a dirty past, even if they know something, they don't dare to openly turn against them.

If they dare to openly turn against us, we'll just rob them! Anyway, nobody's clean, it's just a matter of who's more shady...

This tactic only works on a specific group of people. If every rich person did this, they'd be throwing money around until your whole family dies!

If it weren't for the fact that Fatty Li had a lot of top-quality goods, Nan Zheng wouldn't have bothered to waste her breath on him.

This scoundrel is a typical example of someone who's narrow-minded and greedy.

It doesn't matter, I'll wait a few more days.

Once this is settled, we can take over the resources from Fatty Li and swallow him up along with his money.

"Even if they're just suckers, there are plenty in Hong Kong! I heard that's how Li Ka-shing rose to power, isn't it?"

"Enough with the nonsense, Liangzheng, when are we going to start this routine?"

"Today."

"For the girl's contact information, you should contact Ruby; she'll help with the packaging."

"I've already spoken to her."

……

News of the Red Dragon Society's activities spread quickly, and many triads in Tsim Sha Tsui received word of the investigation.

The few henchmen of the Chang Le Gang who were distributing the goods immediately became like frightened birds and rushed to find Fei Hong.

After all, they all hang out in Yau Tsim Mong, they couldn't possibly not know that this bastard Leung Kwong is inhuman! If he really targets the Cheung Lok Gang, how will his underlings survive?
"Boss, something's happened." The blond-haired leader and his henchmen found Fei Hong in a bar.

Fei Hong waved for the girl beside him to leave, then swung the thick gold chain around his neck and shouted, "What could possibly happen in broad daylight? I'm not dead yet."

"Boss, news has come from the Red Dragon Society that they've hired Liang Zheng to deal with us!" Huang Mao said anxiously, inexplicably panicking at the mention of Nan Zheng.

"What the heck?" Fei Hong was suddenly dumbfounded.

"It's true! I heard that Tang Jun had dinner with Liang Zheng and her girlfriend today, and someone even heard him calling them 'brother' and 'sister-in-law' so affectionately..." Huang Mao immediately relayed the information he had received:
"Judging from this, it seems that Tang Jun and Liang Zheng had a cooperative relationship a long time ago."

He kept it a secret, waiting for an opportunity to wipe out our entire Changle region.

"Damn it!" Fei Hong nearly jumped up upon hearing this, cursing loudly in anger.
"Why didn't that bastard Tang Jun say he had this connection earlier? How the hell am I allowed to distribute goods on his turf?"

"Boss, what should we do now?" Huang Mao was getting anxious.

He didn't care whether Fei Hong would be killed by Liang Zheng; he only cared about whether he himself would be killed by Liang Zheng.

After all, how could the boss's life be more important than one's own?
Besides, now that the boss is dead, am I the boss now?

"You're asking me? Who should I ask?" Fei Hong scratched his head and paced back and forth anxiously.

Should we talk to Liang Zheng to make peace?
No, Liang Zheng hasn't even attacked yet. If we make peace now, how will I survive in the future?
They've already lost face before even starting to slap anyone in the face.

Apologize to Liang Zheng? But the other party is already preparing to call back, would she still accept it?
Fei Hong became even more anxious.

The Chang Le Gang has at most 800 men, while Liang Zheng alone has over 2,000, not to mention the Hung Hing, which has tens of thousands of followers. Forget about a fight; just the spitting from Nan Zheng and her men would drown him, let alone a fight.

"Wait, I've got it!" Fei Hong slapped his thigh. He remembered that Ni Kun from the Ni family was a drug dealer and a local bigwig in Tsim Sha Tsui. He had had quite a few conflicts with Tang Jun before.

The enemy of my enemy is my friend; going to him yourself might not be the only way out.

"You guys sit here for now, I'm going to find Ni Kun." Fei Hong cursed and called to a few of his confidants as he walked out.

"You think you can kill me, Fei Hong? Not so easy!"

Seeing Fei Hong lead his men into the car and head towards the Ni family's territory, one of the henchmen couldn't help but say:

"Brother Yellow Hair, why should we tell him? Wouldn't it be better to play along?"

"What do you mean?" the blond-haired man asked, glancing sideways.

“Simple! If we take down Liang Zheng first, then there won’t be any trouble, right? If we can’t take her down, then we can use Liang Zheng to take down Fei Hong, and then we’ll be the bosses, right? No matter what, it’s none of our business! Anyway, the small fry do the work, and the big guys take the blame.” The henchman said his idea.

Yellow Hair slapped his thigh suddenly, his eyes gleaming.

"Damn, Qiang, you actually came up with such a vicious plan? You're a genius!"

"No way, I still have to learn from Brother Yellow Hair." The henchman chuckled and scratched his head, then added:

"From now on, we'll do it this way. If we succeed, Brother Yellow Hair, when you become the leader of the Chang Le Gang, don't forget me, Ah Qiang... Pfft!"

Before he could finish speaking, Huang Mao suddenly grabbed a knife from the table and stabbed it directly into A-Qiang's stomach.

A-Qiang's eyes widened immediately.

"Ah Qiang, your idea is really good. I've adopted it too. I must say, you're a real talent..."

"How could you think like that? After targeting Fei Hong, are you going to target me next?" the blond-haired man sneered. He grabbed the hilt of the knife and spun it around a few times. Ah Qiang opened his mouth, but before he could even scream, he collapsed to the ground.

Only after the man stopped breathing did the blond-haired man clapp his hands in satisfaction and throw down the dagger.

He thought A-Qiang's plan was excellent, and that it had to be kept secret in order to prevent it from being leaked.

Now Huang Mao feels that he has done a very good job of keeping things secret.

……

“Lian Haolong will have a shipment arriving at Kowloon Pier tomorrow night. Ah Wu is the one who will meet him, and his younger brother Lian Haodong is the second.” Tai Bao said directly.

"This batch of goods is guaranteed to be worth at least 50 million, and Lian Haolong also bought a lot of weapons, all of which were on this ship at once, so it is extremely valuable."

A few months ago, he was closely watched by Liao Qizong and Chen Guozhong of the Serious Crimes Unit, which led to the disarming of a large number of members of Lian Haolong's gang.

"So he doesn't have much weaponry right now, just a few Black Star rifles and some scrap metal." Taibao lit a cigarette and explained in detail.

There are now more than a dozen snack shops in Tsim Sha Tsui, and many lazy people have opted for takeout.

Ninety percent of the snack shop's employees are former employees who retired from the old 49ers. They are adept at gathering information, scouting locations, and making all sorts of blue lanterns.

Nan Zheng never started the snack shop to make money; she did it to increase the loyalty of her underlings and to create a modern-day imperial guard.

In addition, with casinos being such a mixed and chaotic place, it's not difficult to find some clues.

Not to mention that even Haolong's younger brother, Haodong, was a compulsive gambler. After drinking a few cups of horse urine and losing so badly that he would naturally start slurring his words.

"No wonder this bastard threw ten million at me and still wanted me to shut up. Turns out he didn't have any weapons." Nan Zheng sneered, now she completely understood.

Taibao nodded: "That's right. He should also know that you, Brother Zheng, have a group of gunmen under your command. If it really comes down to a head-on confrontation, he definitely won't come out on top."

So they wanted to lull you into a false sense of security, and then settle accounts later when the weapons arrived.

"Unfortunately, he won't live to see that day." Nan Zheng crossed her legs, her face full of sarcasm.
"Send someone to keep an eye on Kowloon Pier. I need to know everything that's happening there. Once the goods are in hand, I'll have Wang Jianguo lead his men to intercept them."

"Also keep an eye on Ah Wu and Lian Haodong. I'll follow the trail and take down Lian Haolong in one fell swoop."

Nan Zheng's plan was simple: just take over all the goods and weapons, then follow Lian Haodong to find Lian Haolong, kill everyone, and shift the blame to the police.

Huang Bingyao is currently in high spirits and is just worried about not having enough business to generate revenue.

Eliminating harm for the people is a win-win situation.

"By the way, have you found anything about Fei Hong's stronghold in Chang Le Gang?" Nan Zheng asked.

“Found it.” Tai-bo nodded again: “The Cheung Lok Gang has about five or six hundred people in Tsz Wan Shan. More than a hundred of them followed Fei-hung to Tsim Sha Tsui to distribute goods.”

They usually only target the Red Dragon Society because there are too many gangs there, and Tang Jun is the only one they can bully.

"Send men to keep a close eye on Fei Hong. I want to see this bastard tonight."

"no problem."

Nan Zheng said she would help Tang Jun deal with the Chang Le Gang, but she didn't say she would kill the Chang Le Gang.

Huang Dawen doesn't have that much influence.

Want me to help you solve your problems? Sure! Pay me and give me the territory first.

Otherwise, I wouldn't mind causing you some trouble.

Not giving a penny is considered saving face... Does he really think he's a great philanthropist?

Nan Zheng had known all along that Tang Jun was no good.

After handing over the matter to Tai Bao, Nan Zheng led her people to the Qiankun Film Company in Mong Kok.

Just now, Liang Kun came looking for him.

Nan Zheng sat down, lit a cigarette, and asked, "What do you want from me?"

“My mother’s birthday is in a few days. I’ll come over to celebrate. All the leaders of Hung Hing will be there.” Liang Kun laughed. “You’re a very busy person now. I was afraid you’d forget, so I’m giving you a heads-up.”

"I see—" Nan Zheng drawled, not expecting the plot to unfold so quickly.

After thinking for a moment, he said, "Xiaomin, go to my office and get that red suit."

"Okay." Huo Min nodded and left the office, feeling even angrier at Nan Zheng.

I'm a bodyguard, why am I doing this job?
If Huo Min hadn't been unable to defeat Nan Zheng, she definitely would have cursed and swore at her.

Liang Kun glanced at Huo Min's long legs and exclaimed, "Tsk tsk, so white, so long, so smooth, and they even reflect light... Liang Zheng, this girl is pretty good."

"bodyguard."

"I'd love to have a bodyguard like that too!" Handsome Kun grinned lewdly.

Even seasoned veterans like Fatty Li and Liang Kun had impure thoughts when faced with Huo Min; the temptation was truly immense.

Huo Min returned shortly after, and Nan Zheng threw the red suit over to her: "Hey, I don't know how to give you your mother a gift, I'll talk about it in a few days... but you and I do have gifts."

"Red suit, bulletproof, try it on."

"Oh? Really?" Handsome Kun was immediately surprised, and jumped up as soon as he put it on.

"Damn, are you kidding me? Bulletproof suits aren't supposed to be this light and airy!"

"Believe it or not." Nan Zheng exhaled a cloud of mist. Anyway, he had given her the life-saving equipment; as for what happened next, he would have to throw out another trump card.

"Also, I gave you a gift, you have to reciprocate in kind..."

"I see your Qiankun Film Company has pretty good equipment. I'm planning to open a company soon too, and I'll borrow your equipment and cameraman for a while."

"Borrow? I think you're like Liu Bei borrowing Jingzhou, never to be returned," Liang Kun cursed, but he didn't say he wouldn't agree, and he was in a pretty good mood.

Regardless of whether it's bulletproof or not.

This suit is red, stylish, and flamboyant.

It's perfect for someone like me who's just become the leader.

……

Ruby finished her makeup, put on her cheongsam, and then went out.

"Ruby, where are we going?" Wei Jixiang asked, smoking a cigarette at the door.

"Let's go to Xiaofang's house."

“I heard her boyfriend is causing trouble again. Let’s go take care of it,” Ruby said directly, and Wei Jixiang nodded.

Ruby works as a madam at the nightclub. Besides buying drinks and preventing customers from causing trouble, she also helps the female dancers with their problems.

Otherwise, how can others do things for you sincerely?

The eldest sister should act like an eldest sister.

Ruby got into the MPV, and Wei Jixiang followed closely behind with a few people.

Just as I was about to drive the car away, several knife-wielding thugs suddenly rushed towards me.

"You're asking for death!" Wei Jixiang sneered. He immediately grabbed a knife and rushed out, and several henchmen immediately started fighting with the knife-wielder.

Wei Jixiang slashed down one of them, then swung his sword wildly, sending three or four of the opponent's fingers flying.

A scream suddenly came from the ground.

After slashing three or four more, someone suddenly rushed at Wei Jixiang from behind with a knife. Ruby grabbed her high heel and smashed it down, shouting, "Watch out!"

"We've been waiting for you!" The man was hit on the head by a high heel, and his head tilted to the side. Wei Jixiang suddenly grinned and turned around to stab him with a machete.

It was a sudden, chilling blow.

He then picked up the high heels and threw them into the car, before saying, "Ah Quan, check if there are any more ambushes."

"No, but we caught one alive." Lanmingquan pulled over the yellow-haired man with a pained expression; he was the one whose three fingers had been broken by Wei Jixiang.

Wei Jixiang looked at Ruby, who was sitting in the back seat, lit a cigarette, and stared intently at the terrified blond-haired man, her eyes flashing with a fierce light.

She does bear a resemblance to Nan Zheng.

"Don't know him, kill him."

"What if it's useful?" Wei Jixiang said. "Take him back for interrogation; there might be a surprise."

Ruby squinted and turned to look at Wei Jixiang, who immediately fell silent.

He nodded after thinking for a moment:
"can."

"Then let's drive back."

(End of this chapter)