Tan Jingwei, the Successor as Mountain Lord
When Song Tianyao received the call from Huang Liu, he was somewhat bewildered.
Now is definitely not the right time to return to Hong Kong. Both sides are clearly preparing for war. A nobody like me, who only wants to pick up scraps and leftovers, should wait until both sides are fighting tooth and nail before making my sneaky entrance. Going back now would be like asking if I'm not already despised enough.
However, Song Tianyao couldn't afford to offend He Xian, and he also knew why He Xian wanted to get involved in or even mediate this matter.
"I just called Michael Sandberg, and now I'm about to have a chat with the shipyard people. I haven't done anything, and they're already trying to force me to go back to Hong Kong." Song Tianyao threw his pen on the table and complained, rubbing his temples.
Angie Perlis rubbed Song Tianyao's neck from behind. "Didn't you always say that life is exciting precisely because it's unpredictable?"
Looking at the half-finished proposal in front of him, Song Tianyao smiled wryly and said, "When you're full of confidence and want to brag, of course you'll say that the unpredictability is what makes things exciting. But I've worked so hard to prepare for this for so long, and then someone forcibly interrupted me. I'm not in the mood to brag anymore. Help me book the plane tickets."
"Are you really going back to Hong Kong?" Angie Perlis paused. "Didn't we agree to spend Christmas with my parents?"
"You can stay, but I need to go back first. I absolutely must see He Xian; I can't afford to offend him. Besides, Mr. He. He might even think that he thinks highly of me, Song Tianyao, which is why he gave me this opportunity. If I don't know what's good for me, it will be difficult to deal with him again next time." Song Tianyao said with a sigh, holding onto Angie Perlis's fingers as she rubbed her neck.
"What can you do if you go back to Hong Kong? Do you think those people will listen to your advice?" Angie Perlis said. "Absolutely not."
"How could I possibly listen to you?" Song Tianyao stretched out his left hand and slowly waved it under the desk lamp.
A shadow appeared on the words on the desk, constantly shifting between them.
"Both sides are holding back, waiting for the right moment to strike. On the surface, they both appear restrained, but in reality, they're sharpening their knives, just waiting for a small pebble to be thrown into the water. Even the slightest ripple will eventually be used to create a huge wave. As for the fate of that pebble, who cares?" Song Tianyao sighed, picking up the unfinished plan and glancing at it reluctantly. "What a pity. I wanted to gain some advantage; it was such a good opportunity. It's a real shame. In the end, I'm just a small fry, not Big Brother."
Song Tianyao tossed the proposal back onto the table and lowered his head. "It's easy to lower my head, but hard to calm my mind..."
With a cold face, Fish Stall Kun led his dozen or so capable and efficient henchmen, moving swiftly across the dock, and found a small cargo ship.
"Brother Ten ordered, sink this ship." Fish Stall Kun turned to his men and said, "Do it cleanly."
"Don't worry, Brother Kun." Ah Xing Ah Hing Fish Stall Kun's henchman, waved his hand, and a dozen men jumped onto the small cargo ship. Several sailors who were watching the ship were playing cards on the deck. When they saw people coming, they all stood up and looked over. One sailor touched his ear. "Brother, the boss isn't here. Come back tomorrow to collect the money."
"Chop them down! Strip them naked and hang them on the bow!" Ah Hing ordered. His henchmen immediately pulled out various weapons from their clothes and pounced on the four sailors. Before they could turn around and try to escape, they were all chopped down on the deck.
Blood flowed, filling all the grooves on the deck with crimson.
Ah Hing walked through the blood to the engine room, lit the diesel fuel, and flames immediately spread.
Meanwhile, the henchmen outside were skillfully tying up several sailors whose fates were unknown, stripping them naked, and preparing to hang them on the bow of the ship.
Fish Stall Kun remained standing on the pier, watching expressionlessly.
At that moment, a group of more than a dozen people rushed along the pier towards the burning cargo ship, cursing in Shanghai and brandishing their weapons.
Fish Stall Kun pulled a beef knife from his waistband and walked step by step toward the dozen or so people.
"Brother Ten instructed me to teach you Shanghai people what it means to be a local bully."
Chapter 472 Tan Jingwei, Successor to the Mountain Lord
Zeng Chunsheng turned on the tap and waited for the murky water to run for a while until it became clear before splashing cold water on his face. In the dirty mirror, his eyes were bloodshot, his eye bags were so heavy they looked like they were about to fall off, and his beard looked like it hadn't been groomed in a long time. He no longer looked like the dashing ship merchant he once was.
"Knock knock! Knock knock!" There was another knock on the door.
Before the driver/bodyguard in the living room could get up, Zeng Chunsheng had already strode out of the makeshift bathroom, made a shushing gesture to the driver, and then gestured for him to go over and check before opening the door.
The driver, a tall, burly middle-aged man, seemed somewhat skeptical of Zeng Chunsheng's behavior, but still obediently got up slowly, walked to the door, peered out through a nail hole in the door panel, turned back to Zeng Chunsheng who was looking at him, and nodded.
"Mr. Zeng, it's Mr. Hu."
Zeng Chunsheng breathed a heavy sigh of relief and nodded.
The driver unlocked the door, and a middle-aged man, around forty years old, wearing gold-rimmed glasses and with a prosperous appearance, strode in, smiling amiably before speaking.
"Boss Zeng..."
Zeng Chunsheng was extremely dissatisfied with the other party, and snorted, "You promised to let me leave Hong Kong yesterday, and I'm still stuck here! Do you know how many people Xu Pingsheng and Yu Shiting have sent to find me? Do you even keep your word? If you keep giving me this runaround, I'll call Taiwan myself. I can't do such a big thing for them and end up not getting any benefits at all."
"Boss Zeng, why are you so angry? Even if Xu Pingsheng and Yu Shiting turn Hong Kong upside down, they can't do anything to this place. You should know that this place is called Hanging Neck Ridge." The middle-aged man surnamed Hu, acting as if he were an old friend, sat down on a creaky wooden chair and spoke with a smile.
Zeng Chunsheng sighed. Of course he knew Xu Pingsheng, and he knew that Yu Shiting wouldn't rush to Hanging Neck Ridge to find him anytime soon. He also knew what the name Hanging Neck Ridge meant, but the environment here...