Chapter 497 Black Hand
Chapter 497 Black Hand
In the disco box of Ouija, Hua Wang raised the beer bottle, took a gulp, put it down heavily, wiped his mouth with the sleeve of his white shirt, and said in a rough voice: "No need to draw lots, I'll do it, President."
Chao Yongyi helps the Chamber of Commerce, and whoever becomes the president is the boss. Unlike previous presidents, this year's Mr. Yin comes from a social organization and has no shortage of manpower.
Hua Wang didn't even have the right to bargain. He had to do it as soon as the boss ordered him to do. Yin Zhaotang sat on the sofa, holding a half-full glass of whiskey, with a surprised look in his eyes: "You do it?"
The Chen family had to pay a huge price to buy a pardon from the governor, forcing him to harden his heart and send someone to do the job immediately. He had already reached an agreement with Yu Shaoze on the excuse.
Although it is not completely legal, with additional evidence from the police and support from public opinion, the superficial work will definitely be done.
"Amnesty" is a privilege that overrides the law and is completely legal. Assassination is a confrontation with the law and we will never surrender!
The price is that the people who did the work must be handed over to shut up the people. As the leader of Zhongyitang, Atang must protect his son and ask the newly recruited Chao Yongyi to help him do the work. First, it can set up a firewall so that there will be someone to take the blame if the matter is leaked. Second, it can save Lao Zhong from handing over people. The brothers who are loyal and dare to give their lives to the society are all treasures. Third, it can test Chao Yongyi's ability.
On the day he became the president of the Chaozhou Merchants Association, he spent HK$2.7 million to buy the entire disco, including the owner and the store, and sold it to the Yongyi Company.
Huawang got the benefits, so of course he was the first to do the dirty and tiring work.
After building up his courage, he sighed and said, "Let's go to Lai Chi Kok and kill Chen Youqing. This is a big deal, and I'm the only one who can handle Chao Yongyi."
Yin Zhaotang thought of the hundreds of people under Chao Yongyi, put his arm around Hua Wang's shoulders, and said, "If you have any requests, just ask. If we can do it, we will arrange it."
Hua Wang had already made a condition in mind, and said, "Mr. Yin, I want to arrange a livelihood for the brothers. Chao Yongyi must have his own business, a gang, and put up a sign on the street."
"Brothers, we have had enough of the days of waiting for the bosses of the Chamber of Commerce, opening doors, and smiling at them."
Yin Zhaotang was silent for a moment. He understood Hua Wang's idea very well, but buying a bar to run a gang and finding a way to make a living for the gang were two completely different levels of difficulty.
Of course, there are big and small jobs, and there is room for maneuver, so he didn't reject it, and comforted him, "Everyone has to smile when they come out to make money. Being able to work for the Chamber of Commerce and have a bar of their own in Central is a life that many small-time guys can't even dream of."
"As for a way to make a living, if you have any ideas, just speak up."
Hua Wang nodded: "I have laughed enough, I have lost track of what is real and what is fake. I want the name to be powerful and famous! My son is a manager at Standard Oil Company. He has established connections and can transport the company's red oil to sell."
According to the "Limited Use Duty Free" policy of the British Hong Kong authorities, red oil was dyed with colored dyes to mark duty-free diesel. It was originally used to support shipping, fisheries, and industrial development, but due to the difference in duty-free, it was profitable and has always been a disaster area for smuggled oil.
For energy giants such as Mobil, Shell, and Caltex, diesel is sold to anyone. The tax difference is stealing money from the Hong Kong government, not from them.
As long as you have connections, it is especially easy to buy red oil at Hong Kong Island Oil Company. You can register a few shell companies or falsely report that fishing boats use oil, and you can pass the formalities.
Buyers are also very easy to find. Once delivered to Guangdong Province, they will be immediately taken up by gas stations and factories. After the reform and opening up, Guangdong Province, as a strong economic province, had a prominent contradiction between diesel supply and demand. Since 82, the diesel subsidy policy has been cancelled.
Agriculture, fisheries, and industry all need diesel, and eventually they even import expensive diesel. The cheap and good quality Hong Kong Island red oil is not enough to be transported to the province every year.
The difficulty lies in building smuggling channels, and the Customs Anti-smuggling Team's key task is to catch "oil rats". Smuggling red oil is to make money from the British Hong Kong government and to supplement the mainland's accounts.
Yin Zhaotang looked at Hua Wang with a changed look, and asked with interest: "You take care of the red oil, and I will take care of the police force and the channels?"
Hua Wang looked embarrassed and nodded slightly: "Yes." "Then I want to be the major shareholder." Yin Zhaotang smiled and didn't say anything unpleasant.
In the smuggling red oil business, the easiest thing is to buy the red oil. To deal with the police, you need connections, and to get channels, you need money.
The easiest and cheapest channel to be seized is to use trucks carrying oil drums to pass through the Luohu Port.
A truck costs more than 300,000 Hong Kong dollars. Without the support of a noble person, Chao Yongyi still cannot build a fleet even if he gives the Chamber of Commerce cars for a hundred years.
Hua Wang knew his own limitations and said, "Mr. Yin is definitely the big boss. I just want to earn a living and contribute my manpower and effort. If I can get three or two points, that's enough!"
Yin Zhaotang crossed his legs and ordered, "Get your work done, and bring your son over some other day so we can have a good chat."
Hua Wang waved towards the door. The young henchman who had been guarding the door of the private room, handing out wine and cigarettes, came forward, holding the wine glass in both hands, bowed and greeted: "Mr. Yin, I am Wang's son, Abin."
Yin Zhaotang looked at the young man, pinched Hua Wang's neck with his right palm, pushed him forward, and cursed: "Fuck you, you have two days to deal with Chen!"
Hua Wang bowed his head beside the table and grinned, "Don't worry, Yin Sheng, I will make sure Chen Youqing doesn't live past tomorrow night!"
Abin was wearing a suit and glasses, looking like a gentleman. Tears welled up in his eyes as he watched his father working so hard for others.
Yin Zhaotang finally understood why Hua Wang wanted to do things on his own, because he regarded Chao Yongyi as a family business passed down from generation to generation. He would cherish his life when working for the community, but he would not risk his life when working for his family.
The next morning, Ah Bin personally drove his father to the entrance of the Central Police Station. Carrying clothes in his hand, he accompanied his father into the police station to surrender.
It was not until his father was taken into the interrogation room by the police that Ah Bin's red eyes shed a tear, but he immediately wiped it away. Looking at the police badge on the wall, he made up his mind: "I must make the society bigger!"
Hua Wang was given special attention by the police station and was quickly arrested and sent to Lai Chi Kok Prison. In the locker room, the prison guard took out a razor blade, handed it to the skinny middle-aged man in front of him, and told him: "Do what you should do."
Hua Wang hid the blade under his tongue and stood at attention, saluted: "Yes, sir!"
Chen Youqing, who had just finished meeting with his lawyer, returned to the cell and saw Hua Wang leaning against the wall with his hands on his head, staring at him with a playful look. He immediately felt goosebumps all over his body and screamed, "Sir, I'm under independent surveillance, why is there someone inside?"
The "Piranha" held a baton, slapped his arm, and grinned, "There are not enough beds in the detention center. Please squeeze in, Mr. Chen."
Chen Youqing was very smart and no fool. He immediately grabbed the iron bar and refused to enter the door, shouting, "I have an amnesty order! I have an amnesty order!"
The piranha hit him on the back of the head with a stick, his face full of contempt: "Pardon order, huh, you short-lived ghost, you still want pardon, wait for the governor to sign it first."
The Chen family secretary has reached an agreement with the governor, but the amnesty needs a good time, such as choosing the Queen's birthday or the Restoration Day. How can you pay the money and sign the contract on the same day? Isn't that corruption?
After being hit, Chen Youqing held his head with both hands and loosened the iron bar. Two prison guards immediately dragged him into the cell and locked the door. Hua Wang slowly stood up from the bed, stuck out his tongue, spit out the blade, strangled his neck, and cut his blood vessels inch by inch with the blade.
"Mr. Chen, have you ever thought that you would die in my hands?"
Chen Youqing kicked his legs, his clothes soaked with blood, and whimpered, "Dog, dog, dog!"
(End of this chapter)