Hong Kong Variety Show: From Little Brother to Big Boss

Chapter 532: Help with the Number

"As long as Uncle Ben agrees to my terms, I will release the three branches of the Hongxing gang in Chai Wan, Aberdeen and Sham Shui Po and allow your 'scattered fans' to enter."

"However, you can only sell them in the streets and alleys, not in entertainment venues. Also, I want 40% of the profits."

The old man opened his eyes instantly and looked at Liang Kun: "I remember that the founder of Hongxing, Jiang Zhen, once set a rule that Hongxing members cannot participate in the sale of 'flour'."

"I didn't participate in 'flour'!" Liang Kun shrugged, spread his hands, and looked innocent.

"Haha, Mr. Li is really good at taking advantage of loopholes. If you can release Shatin and Wan Chai, I will agree to board your ship. And I can only give you 30% of the profit."

Facing the ridicule of the old man, Liang Kun remained indifferent and responded calmly: "It is impossible to let go of Shatin. I am the leader of Hongxing, and Shatin is the headquarters of Hongxing."

"I'll give you the West District, under the same conditions. You must get at least 10% of the profit from 'flour'." Liang Kun's eyes met with Bai Tou Weng's, and his tone was firm.

Inside the East Star headquarters, White-headed Mang and Liang Kun were staring at each other.

After a moment of silence, the white-headed old man raised a meaningful smile.

"Jiang Kun, it seems that you not only hate Jiang Tiansheng very much."

"The Jiang family has held the leading position for more than 30 years. I believe that I am not the only one who hates him."

"Well said!" The white-headed old man stood up suddenly and stretched out his right hand in a bow shape.

"I agree to board your ship. I have made an agreement with you, Hongxing, to form an offensive and defensive alliance. As long as there are people from Dongxing in the area, we will not become your Hongxing's enemy."

Seeing this, Liang Kun also stood up and shook hands with Bai Tou Weng's right hand. Both of their eyes were shining with expectations and calculations for future cooperation.

"Uncle Ben, it's been a pleasure working with you."

The goal was achieved, but Liang Kun did not accept Uncle Ben's invitation to dinner. He wanted to take advantage of the victory and finalize the strategic cooperation with Lian Sheng.

At the Sun Kee Headquarters in Central, Jiang Sheng studied the map of Hong Kong Island in front of him, frowning from time to time.

"Hu~", Jiang Sheng took a deep breath and rubbed his swollen and painful brows.

If his superiors had informed him in advance, the higher-ups would not have cared about the casualties caused by the fight for territory before the return of Hong Kong Island, and Xinji would not have fallen into such a passive situation.

Ever since Wong Tin-song was driven out of Sham Shui Po by Hung Hing and Hutchison Whampoa, the only territory left for Sun Kee outside Hong Kong Island is Tsim Sha Tsui East.

Whether they wanted to retake Sham Shui Po, or expand their territory from Tsim Sha Tsui East to East Kowloon or West Kowloon, they were blocked.

Sham Shui Po is a resistance to Hung Hing and Hutchison Whampoa, East Kowloon is a resistance to multiple Hung Hing branches, and West Kowloon is a resistance to the Yau Ma Tei branch of Wa-Lien Sheng.

Wang Ergou, the loser, simply did not allow Xinji's troops to pass through Tsim Sha Tsui's territory. Whenever he met them, he would blow the whistle and start a fight.

It annoys him so much.

If he had not been concerned about Liu Xu's existence, he would have arranged for assassins to attack him directly. Did he really think that his reputation as the number one gang in Hong Kong was just exaggerated?

He had no confidence in dealing with Liu Xu, otherwise he would have directly ordered Xinji's troops to charge forward. The human wave tactics alone would have been enough to tire Wang Ergou and others to death.

Jiang Sheng suddenly felt a little regretful. When Tung Sing and Hung Hing joined forces to attack the Yau Tsim Mong territory, he chose to watch and not get involved.

Otherwise, with the more than 10,000 troops of Xinji, even if Liu Xu is a good fighter, he can't stop them. It's too late to say anything now.

Neither Tung Sing nor Hung Hing can launch another attack on Yau Tsim Mong.

As for letting his Sun Kee society face Yau Tsim Mong alone, he would not dare to take the lead even if Tung Sing and Hung Hing promised not to take advantage of the situation.

Regarding the follow-up of the gunfight in mid-September, he heard that both Hung Hing and Tung Sing lost tens of millions of Hong Kong dollars in labor costs alone.

If medical expenses and resettlement expenses are included, the total amount will exceed 100 million Hong Kong dollars. It is said that the pension funds of the two major societies for this year have been lost.

"Ajun, do you think our Xinji still has a chance to reach the other side?" Jiang Sheng pointed at Victoria Harbour and threw the question to Axe Jun.

Axe Jun knew what the boss was worried about.

His eyes fell on the map and he fell silent, thinking carefully about the possibilities in his mind.

After a long while, he slowly shook his head: "With Brother Qiang in Tuen Mun, we don't have to rush. Instead of focusing on the northern peninsula, Mr. Jiang should focus on the main island of Hong Kong."

"If we can clean up Wan Chai, even if our Xinji sphere of influence is limited to the main island, it will still be a good deal."

"Whether it's East Star, Hongxing, or Liansheng, they won't give us a chance."

"Then expand westward." Axe Jun pointed to the area on Queen's Road Central.

"If we can take over the territory of the strongest company in the Number Gang and seize the Hong Kong-Macau Ferry Terminal, we can also make up for all the losses of our Xinji this year."

Jiang Sheng's eyes narrowed slightly when he heard this.

Jiang Sheng had this idea before the topic was even started, but he couldn't bring it up. Otherwise, if he failed, it would undermine his prestige as the leader.

Axe Jun's suggestion was just right. Even if the action failed, the whip still needed to be swung. But he was the one holding the whip handle, so he could just lift it high and put it down gently.

He looked at the other hall masters of Xinji, especially Huang Tiansong: "I think Ajun's proposal can be taken into consideration. What do you think?"

Huang Tiansong felt that the surprise came so suddenly that he had no time to hesitate. He quickly stood up to express his agreement and patted his chest to show that he was willing to take the lead.

With such sensible subordinates, Jiang Sheng's dissatisfaction with the loss of territory was finally reduced. He felt that "although this hall master's fighting ability is terrible, he understands me."

As the five new journalists expressed their approval one by one, Jiang Sheng nodded involuntarily.

"Since the beginning of the year, Xinji has suffered setbacks and lost territory one after another. But I am very pleased to see that you are still united."

"Now that everyone agrees, let's plan this operation in detail."

While Xin Ji Jiang Sheng was plotting how to drive Pan Shiyong out of Queen's Road Central, Liu Xu was also busy thinking about setting up gangs in Kwun Tong and Tai Kok Tsui.

In Liu Xu's mind, this matter had already been defined as the first thing he needed to do after taking office.

……

At the Central Police Station, after a meeting on improving the law and order environment in Hong Kong Island convened by the Governor himself, Mike was stopped by his boss' secretary as soon as he stepped out of the door of the conference hall.

In the office of Deputy Police Commissioner Galen, Mike sat half-way on the sofa, quietly waiting for his boss to finish his work.

When the second pot of water started to boil, Galen finally put the documents in his hand aside and looked at Mike sitting at the tea table.

"You should have Liu Xu's phone number, right?"

"Yes." Hearing the superior's question, Mike quickly put down the teacup in his hand and responded.

"Hmm..." Garen hesitated for a moment, then continued, "Please ask him to have dinner with you at Fu Kee Hotel at 7 o'clock tomorrow night."

"Yes, sir."

Seeing that Galen had no other instructions and continued to work with his head down, Mike was very tactful and cleaned up the tea table and tea sets, then quietly walked out of the office.

Without noticing, in the tea room at the corner of Galen's office, a middle-aged white man was absent-mindedly drinking boiled water.

From the pattern of flowers and two crossed swords on the shoulder of the man's clothes, it can be seen that he holds a high position in the police force.