Hong Kong film: Nephew Director Wong, what the hell is your dragon head?

Chapter 16: The Flag Soldiers of Guangdong and Hong Kong, and the Great Sage of the Flat-Tempered Ba

Wei Chen led Xiao Fu and the others to the underground passage. Sure enough, a gold shop across the street was blaring its sirens when several figures carrying briefcases quickly jumped into a black Toyota Hiace parked at the entrance and sped away.

It was obvious that they had just been robbed.

"Damn! These bastards are really something, robbing me on my turf?" Wei Chen cursed.

"Xiao Fu, go check out the situation."

"Okay." Xiao Fu was skilled and daring, not afraid of any robbers at all. He grabbed the railing with one hand and stepped over it, even more smoothly than a Dongguan boy, and went straight into the jewelry store.

A moment later, he turned around and shouted, "Boss, there are only employees inside."

"What's going on?" Wei Chen then walked over. Upon entering the jewelry store, he saw that many of the glass display cases in the lobby had been smashed to pieces by a sledgehammer, and there were three or four bullet holes in the ceiling.

The air was thick with the smell of gunpowder.

There were still many employees shivering in the corner, and two injured security guards lying on the ground.

However, it wasn't a gunshot wound; his head was bleeding profusely, as if he had been hit hard with a blunt object.

"Chen, Brother Chen, it's Daquan!" The Mediterranean manager, who was hiding under the table, heard the voice and quickly climbed up, looking terrified.

"I fucking know it's the Big Circle, but do you even know who the other party is?" Wei Chen said irritably.

"It's Da Dong! He's Kowloon's most wanted criminal. He's brought Fatty and her gang to commit crimes again," the Mediterranean man said, trembling.

The major entertainment circles in Da Dong are already well-known.

Not only do people in both the legitimate and criminal worlds know who he is, but even ordinary people have heard of him, which shows how influential his infamy is.

"As long as no one died, that's fine. Those with severed limbs can be reattached and still be used for shooting down planes." Seeing that there weren't any major casualties, Wei Chen lit a cigarette and continued to ask:

"How much was lost?"

"About three million!" The Mediterranean man hurriedly checked the stolen jewelry and gave a figure.

Wei Chen took a few puffs of his cigarette, then suddenly said, "What? Three million? It's clearly five million!"

Upon hearing this, not only Xiao Fu, but everyone in the Mediterranean was stunned.

Anyway, if something goes wrong, Da Dong will take the blame.

In Journey to the West, why does Sun Wukong have connections with both the righteous and the wicked?

Does he really think he's invincible?

It's the Great Sage, the Great Sage Who Canopies the Tent!

"Tsk tsk, these guys from Da Dong are truly inhuman. Robbing people is one thing, but they even injured so many innocent civilians. Just thinking about it makes me think they deserve to die," Wei Chen remarked, then took several large, round gold bead bracelets and tossed them to the Mediterranean man.

"What are you waiting for? Hurry up and wrap it up, I'm taking it back to pick up girls..."

"Oh right, Da Dong stole all of these too!"

Mediterranean was dumbfounded.

He had seen people stir up trouble to settle accounts, but he had never seen anyone so openly and brazenly settle accounts.

But I'm not the boss, so who cares?

"I remember, I saw four million accurately, but I have no idea who stole the remaining one million," Wei Chen muttered.

The meaning is clear: if we have money, we'll share it; I'll get a million, and you'll each get a million.

Since Wei Chen had already given his word, the employees no longer hesitated. Even the injured security guards stumbled to their feet and ran to the counter to get their share.

My back doesn't hurt anymore, and my head doesn't hurt anymore either.

This is the healing power of money...

"Remember, no matter how much is lost, it was all stolen by Da Dong. Anyone who doesn't keep their mouth shut will face the consequences." Wei Chen pointed, and the group nodded happily, all traces of panic gone.

Looking at it this way, Da Dong is actually a good person.

Win three million and get two million free.

After everything was settled, the police came over to inquire, and Wei Chen asked Fly to negotiate with them before turning back to the Rose Bar.

"Divide that gold into pieces."

"Also, Ahua, go and find out where Da Dong is hiding." Wei Chen said as he sat down, "Xiao Fu, you come with me."

"The fact that they can commit crimes openly in Kowloon shows that the places where they sell stolen goods are not far away."

"Okay." Ahua nodded immediately.

He might not know where Da Dong is, but he definitely knows the location of the black market for selling stolen goods.

Hong Kong Island may be big, but it's only so big. There are only a few places to sell stolen goods. It's too easy for gangsters to find them. It just takes a little time.

They're local bullies, aren't they?

This is why even in later generations, Hong Kong police officers still need to rely on gangsters to find information and intelligence.

That evening, after dinner, Wei Chen turned on the TV at home to watch the news reports.

"Evening news: Kowloon's most wanted criminal, Tai Tung, also known as Ho Yiu-tung, a member of the Hong Kong-Guangdong gang, robbed a jewelry store in Tsim Sha Tsui today, causing losses of up to 30 million HKD..."

"We have learned that the police have made a preliminary assessment. The latest developments are being monitored by ATV's Lok Wai-ching, and the results will be released as soon as they are available..."

Wei Chen: ………

After watching the news report from ATV, Wei Chen was left speechless.

That small gold shop has 30 million in gold? Do you think it's a bank?

Damn it! Wei Chen is still too soft-hearted.

Today, I learned a lesson from those wicked capitalists.

I should have taken more; after all, the robbers are the ones who end up taking the blame.

Meanwhile, Da Dong, who happened to see the news in his rented apartment, couldn't help but yell, "Damn it, I only robbed three million, which bastard falsely accused me of robbing thirty million?"

"I'm being forced to shoulder this huge burden of blame all by myself? I'll get a hunchback sooner or later!"

Da Dong got angrier and angrier, and in his anger he smashed the TV.

The local business owners are so unruly!

The next day, Jimmy found several suitable shops in Tsim Sha Tsui, which happened to be the landlords of the main store. Wei Chen personally stepped in to negotiate the prices.

With a contract value of 3,000 per store, and five stores signed in a row, the landlord happily signed the contract again.

Wei Chen felt that they needed to train a general manager; otherwise, even if Jimmy were split in two, he still wouldn't be able to handle so much business.

However, we still need to find a suitable candidate.

Ideally, it should be something that's already in place, like something that has prior business experience.

"We need to develop the milk tea shop, but we can't let our guard down on the pirated DVD business either. Only by doing both can we grow bigger and stronger and maximize profits," Wei Chen said, crossing his legs in the bar office.

"Don't worry, I've already had Ali take care of the DVDs. He's been by my side for a long time and has some experience, so there won't be any problems," Jimmy said casually.

"That's fine." Wei Chen nodded.

In the story, it seems that Ah Li has other identities besides being a gangster.

I don't know if it's true or not.

Whether it's true or not, he's doing legitimate business, at most bordering on it, and he doesn't cultivate fans or engage in illicit activities, so it doesn't matter.

"By the way, those guys you dealt with earlier got chased and attacked today," Jimmy suddenly said.

"Who?" Wei Chen was completely confused.

"Hung Hing Chan Ho-nam and his gang," Jimmy laughed. "I heard he took down Ba Bi, indirectly causing Fiery Ming to lose several million. A few days ago, he smashed Chan Ho-nam's newly bought sports car, and last night he swept up the territory Chan Ho-nam had just taken over. The losses are at least a million."

"Is that so?" Wei Chen chuckled.

Looking at it this way, Chan Ho-nam really is in a bad situation.

I can't be bothered with him.

"The more intense the battle, the better. If Boss B can make Fireball Ming, I might be able to plant another flag."

Huo Baoming's territory was right next to Wei Chen's.

Just then, the mobile phone rang on the table.

"Feed?" Wei Chen picked up the phone.

"Boss, we've located those Hong Kong and Guangdong gangsters, they're right here..."