"Who are you? Are you just going to stand by and watch these bastards bully people?"
"Never mind who I am. Wait ten minutes. If those thugs are still sitting there after ten minutes, I'll kill them myself without you having to lift a finger." As he spoke, Tan Jingwei lifted his trench coat, revealing a gun holster at his waist.
The young man was taken aback. "Sir, although we also came from Hanging Neck Ridge, we just want to live a peaceful and law-abiding life. If you have big business, find someone else. We only sell baked buns and dumplings."
Clearly, the young man mistook Tan Jingwei for one of his former comrades who were doing business in Hong Kong without capital.
In recent years, Hong Kong has indeed seen a large number of Kuomintang soldiers, similar to Tan Jingwei at this time, who could not endure hardship and thus fled Hanging Neck Ridge. These soldiers either committed crimes alone or in gangs, committing burglaries, robberies, murders, robberies of jewelry stores and banks, killing police officers and stealing guns, and so on.
"Let's put aside the fact that you mistook me for someone else. Just trust me for ten minutes. I came all the way here specifically for your flatbread and noodle soup, not for you, not for that girl, but for this Chao Yong Yi. Also, buddy, remember this: never do illegal things yourself if someone else can do them. Always remember, you're more valuable than anyone else. Focus on your business. If anyone causes trouble for you or your friends again, just say you're a comrade of Tan Jingwei from the 14K." Tan Jingwei released the young man's hand, took out a hundred-yuan bill, and handed it to him. "The Observatory said business is bad today, there will be heavy rain. Let's close up shop early tonight. Split this money with your friends."
As he was speaking, four figures walked along the street in the distance, their shadows stretched long by the dim yellow light.
Chan Ah-sap's subordinate turned his head and glanced at them, then said to Chan Ah-sap, "Brother Ten, they're a few Thailand guys. They look familiar. They seem to be the underlings who followed that old guy when he visited you last time."
Chan Ah-sap waved his hand and cursed at Old Huang in front of him, "Get out of my way! I'm not going to listen to you. If I don't get your daughter to my house today, you might as well jump into the sea tonight and die a quick death!"
At this moment, Old Huang's daughter, who had been cowering, mustered up her courage and turned around, helping her father to shrink into a corner.
Tan Jingwei, watching from a distance, clicked his tongue and shook his head. "I was thinking that we're all China person, why are we fighting each other so fiercely? But now it seems that these scumbags who bully men and women are better off dead."
Inside the empty warehouse, a few oil lamps were lit. In the center, a dozen or so henchmen surrounded a long wooden table. Rotten-Life Ju stood before the table, shaking a dice cup and slamming it down heavily. He grinned and said to his gathered men, "You think you can win if I let you be the banker? One 'leopard' and I'll wipe you all out! Place your bets!"
His men, surrounding him, clamored and pulled out their money to place bets. Seeing that most of them had bet on "small, "Rotten-Life Ju Horse looked around and said, "I told you it would be big, and you still bet on small. You'll lose everything!"
When he reached out to lift the dice cup, his little finger secretly made a move, changing a six-dot die to a one-dot before the cup was lifted. When he lifted the cup, because the six-dot had become a one-dot, the die that should have been a big result was now a small result.
"I refuse to believe it! Let's go again!" Rotten-Life Ju cursed, then pulled out some money to pay off his men who had bet on the small bet.
Just then, two henchmen rushed in from outside, shouting in a panic, "Brother Ju! Brother Ju! Something terrible has happened! Something terrible has happened!"
"What's wrong again? There's a strike at the docks, everyone's got nothing to do, can't even start anything, how bad can it get!" Rotten-Life Ju lowered his head, picked up a Little Joy Cigarettes from the table, and said calmly.
Since the two ship owners went on strike, business has suddenly become sluggish for those waiting to start work at the docks. Gang leaders like Chan Ah-sap and others naturally don't have to worry about food and clothing, but the gang has hundreds and thousands of laborers who pay their dues on time every month. At this time, the gang can neither let them start work nor let them leave the gang on a large scale. So they can only try to increase their involvement in shady businesses such as prostitution, gambling, and drugs, so that these laborers can participate if they can.
Even the Rotten-Life Ju deliberately lost money to his subordinates just now was because he was worried that these subordinates didn't have enough money to support their families.
"Someone's soliciting customers outside our Opium den!"
The men of Rotten-Life Ju were in an uproar upon hearing this, but Rotten-Life Ju himself remained calm. "Are you and the people in the Opium den eating shit? You're asking me about someone stealing your business?"
"Brother Ju, the other side has a gun." The two henchmen exchanged a glance and then spoke in a low voice.
Rotten-Life Ju finally looked up. "Wow, guns? That makes things even easier. We can just have our brothers in the Police Force handle them. Which gang are they? How many are there?"
"Thailand guy, three."
"When did these Thailand become so aggressive?" Rotten-Life Ju hesitated for a moment, then said, "Let's go see what's wrong with these Thailand that makes them dare to cause me trouble."
After saying that, Rotten-Life Ju beckoned to his dozen or so men in the warehouse and left.
Chapter 497 The Noisy Harp Restaurant (Part 6)
Seeing that the two black knights had already gotten up to say goodbye, leaving only Chu Xiaoxin and Suki chatting idly at their seats, Song Tianyao was too lazy to go back and be a third wheel for the Second Young Master Chu. He walked to the nearest seat, pulled out a chair for Lu Yuanchun, and then sat down opposite him.
"Have you heard of someone named Tan Jingwei?" Song Tianyao asked as he ticked two martinis off the drinks menu.
Lu Yuanchun stared at the cigarette in Song Tianyao's left hand, still thinking about how rudely the guy had snatched it from his lips, yet his gesture of pulling out a chair for him seemed like that of a gentleman. Hearing Song Tianyao's words, Lu Yuanchun spoke up, "He's from Taiwan. Zeng Chunsheng's businesses all belong to him. I think he was a soldier. I heard he has a lot of influence among the people of Hanging Neck Ridge."
"They treat shipping like a piece of fat meat, ready to bite anyone who tries to get a piece?" Song Tianyao handed the drink menu to the waiter, a smile spreading across his face as he said to Lu Yuanchun, "Otherwise, how could we have investigated this guy so thoroughly?"
"I just didn't expect you to change your mind so quickly. I thought our previous plan of watching from the sidelines and taking advantage of the chaos might have worked, but with your current approach, I don't see any chance of you winning." Lu Yuanchun picked up a lemon from the table with his left hand and gripped the delicate ivory-handled fruit knife in his right.