Hong Kong Variety Show: From Little Brother to Big Boss

Shancha coughed lightly, breaking the silence at the scene.

"I think we don't need to go to Uncle Ben to confirm. The crow can accurately find the location of the church in the dark, which means it was Uncle Ben who told us."

"Otherwise, it couldn't be that the crows took advantage of us not paying attention and secretly followed us and discovered us, right?" Shancha spread his hands and whispered his point of view to Menggui.

After the ghost's thoughts turned quickly for a moment, he nodded in agreement.

He didn't notice at all that when Shancha said the words "stalking", Crow's pupils suddenly shrank and he bit his lips guiltily.

As Shancha and Menggui reached an agreement, Menggui asked Crow what weapons he needed, while Shancha watched outside.

He walked into the church alone, took out the shotgun and the Black Star with a silencer that Crow needed, and handed them to Crow.

Crow took the weapon with excitement, a fierce light flashed in his eyes, and he whispered to Menggui and Shancha:

"I owe you two brothers a favor this time, so I don't have to go back and forth. Don't worry, after this matter is over, I, Crow, will never treat you two brothers unfairly."

He nodded coldly without saying anything more, while Shancha patted Crow's shoulder and smiled casually:

"We are all from the same boat, not to mention we are a community. We should help each other, there is no need to be so polite."

Crow responded with a smile, and while exchanging pleasantries, he checked the performance of the weapons in front of the two of them. After confirming that there were no problems with the weapons, he did not stay for long.

He waved goodbye to Menggui and Shancha, then turned and disappeared into the night.

After the crow left, Shancha blinked with a playful tone:

"Our Crow brother is so dedicated. He works so hard even though he has one kidney missing. I am so moved that I am about to cry!"

"Cha, do you feel that there is something wrong with the crow?" the fierce ghost suddenly spoke.

Shan Cha was stunned for a moment, then waved her hands: "What could be wrong? I see, there is something wrong with him from head to toe!"

The ghost's expression turned serious when he heard this: "You mean..."

"He must have just escaped from the hospital. He was worried that he would be betrayed if he sent his little brother to buy weapons. And somehow, he got the location where Uncle Ben hid the arms."

Shan Cha shook her head. "So, he came to us to steal weapons. It's a very simple logic."

After hearing this, Menggui's eyes widened immediately, and he pointed at Shancha with a trembling finger, "You...you...how could you do this? What if he gets into big trouble!"

"So!" Shancha's tone was filled with joy and excitement, "So we have to quickly move the weapons from the church! What are we waiting for?"

"Let's hide the munitions in a well-populated place and report to Uncle Ben. Otherwise, Uncle Ben will choose a place like this again."

"There's no village in front, no shop behind, no place to eat barbecue to relieve fatigue, no place to go."

Hearing the word "barbecue", Menggui touched the corner of his mouth involuntarily and nodded in agreement. The two quickly reached an agreement and immediately transferred the arms.

Even if Uncle Ben found out about it later, the most they would get would be a severe criticism, or at worst a few slaps in the face.

Compared with this boring surveillance work, Menggui felt that this was not unacceptable.

After returning to the warehouse, Crow waited quietly for more than half an hour, and finally saw his trusted younger brother driving a car outside the warehouse.

Without the slightest hesitation, he suddenly opened the car door and asked in a gloomy voice: "Have you investigated the exact location of those two people who fell to the ground?"

The younger brother nodded, "I checked it out, Boss. They are dining at a hot pot restaurant called Shang Lao. From the looks of it, it seems like they are celebrating someone's birthday."

The crow grinned: "Celebrate birthday? Celebrate birthday! I'll celebrate their birthday too!"

After muttering, Crow changed the subject: "Have you arranged a ship? Which one? What time?"

"It's all arranged. It's the slope with the number starting with 'Xing'. The boat will leave at 12 o'clock sharp!"

"Well! You did a great job!" Crow nodded with great satisfaction, took out 100,000 Hong Kong dollars from his pocket, and gave 50,000 to his younger brother under the greedy gaze.

"Okay, get out of the car. I'll take care of the rest myself! You stay in this abandoned warehouse for now, and leave when the sun rises!"

The younger brother took the money, his eyes sparkling with excitement. He was a little worried about Crow acting alone, and worried that the remaining 50,000 Hong Kong dollars in the boss's arms would be wasted.

He smacked his lips and noticed the bulge under the boss's clothes with his sharp eyes. He nodded respectfully, got out of the car and watched Crow drive away.

……

At Dongsheng Building, Qian Lin, the director of Tsuen Wan Brewery, the chosen one, suddenly visited. In the night, the other party's brows were slightly furrowed, with a trace of worry on his face.

In the leisure area, Liu Xu first stopped Qian Lin's impatient words, then filled his cup of hot tea with a calm expression and elegant movements.

Then he slowly spoke: "You suddenly came to visit so late, is it about the brewery or a family matter?"

Qian Lin, intimidated by Liu Xu's powerful aura, took a sip of hot tea and drove away the tension in his heart. He quickly responded, "Boss, it's about the brewery."

Qian Lin paused for a moment, as if giving Liu Xu time to digest his words, and then explained the follow-up content in a serious tone:

"Recently, the brewery has been frequently subject to joint inspections by the Department of Health and the Department of Fire, which has often required it to shut down operations, severely affecting the brewery's monthly beer production."

"Didn't you take care of these two departments? Or is someone deliberately targeting them?"

Qian Lin considered it carefully, lowered his voice, and said with an uncertain tone:

"I think someone is targeting our brewery. I asked the health department worker I was in charge of privately today, and he said he didn't know."

"Based on past experience, if it was a regular checkup and there was nothing fishy going on, he would usually reply to me with the four words 'normal situation' instead of saying he didn't know."

"This means that he dares not offend those who target us, regardless of their strength or power."

"Do you have any guesses in mind?" Liu Xu asked.

Qian Lin shook his head. "No, Boss. We have always been honestly producing beer and have not done anything special. I didn't expect to offend anyone because of this."

Liu Xu gently stroked the edge of the teacup with a deep look in his eyes.

After a moment, he slowly said: "When you go back, immediately organize a comprehensive self-inspection to ensure that there is no negligence in hygiene, safety, fire protection, etc., and leave the rest to me!"

Qian Lin nodded quickly, his expression solemn: "Yes, boss, I will arrange it immediately."

"Well, go ahead. You've done a great job staying calm and giving timely feedback when things get tough! I'll give you a big red envelope at the end of the year!"

Hearing about the red envelope, Qian Lin immediately stood up and bowed respectfully, saying, "Yes, thank you, boss. I will definitely live up to your expectations and work hard to ensure the normal operation of the brewery."

Qian Lin left the leisure area happily, with brisk steps, as if the burden on his shoulders was instantly lightened.

"No wonder my father seems to be hesitant to speak these days when I go home. I thought this old man had found a second spring and found me a stepmother."

"He looks so embarrassed. I guess it's his sense of responsibility as a father that's playing tricks on him!" Liu Xu raised the corners of his mouth slightly and murmured softly.

……

As the night deepened, a crude black van quietly turned off its engine and parked outside a hotpot restaurant called Gang Shang Lao on Robinson Road in Sheung Wan.