Chapter 38: Ghosts are unreliable [Seeking follow-up reading recommendation]
Silent all night.
The next day, Di Qing got up and turned on the TV. As expected, what happened last night was on the news.
Lu Qichang was interviewed by reporters wearing a white shirt and he recounted in detail the process of solving the case last night. Even Ma Jun stood behind Lu Qichang, but he was still wearing a leather jacket. No one knew why he liked wearing leather jackets so much.
Not long after, even Feilong called to report the good news.
"Qingzai, have you watched the news?"
"Those three guys from the Vietnamese gang even had their warehouse taken over by the police!"
"Hundreds of kilograms of heroin, hundreds of arms, and tens of millions of Hong Kong dollars in cash... These three brothers really spent a lot of money, but they are also really unlucky!"
Feilong's voice was very loud on the other end of the phone, and it could be seen that he was very excited.
"I just saw it. Brother Feilong, what's the news on the underworld now? How come these three guys were arrested by the police for no reason?"
Di Qing was still a little worried and asked carefully.
"These three guys are smugglers. They sell everything from arms to drugs. It's normal for them to be targeted by the police!"
"The police said that they found their warehouse based on clues from an informant. But there's no doubt that they must have sent an undercover agent in there. After all, the police love to play this game the most."
Feilong complained.
Di Qing was finally relieved and agreed with a smile: "Brother Feilong is right. These three Vietnamese guys will eventually perish if they continue to do evil. So it is wise for us Hongxing to not touch the fans."
Hearing this, Feilong seemed to hesitate for a moment, but he didn't say much. He just nodded and said, "That's right, Qingzi, we are out there, we can do anything, but we must not touch poison. Once you get involved with this thing, not only will it be useless, but it will also cause endless trouble. You must remember this!"
Di Qing felt a little warm in his heart, he knew that Feilong might know that Liang Kun was gaining popularity, so he reminded him early to avoid being brought on board by Liang Kun.
"Don't worry, Brother Feilong. I know the seriousness of this matter."
"That's good."
Feilong nodded, then changed the subject and said, "The Vietnamese gang is a big gang. Now that they have been wiped out by the police, there will definitely be chaos in Yau Ma Tei soon. Not many people will pay attention to Temple Street. We can take this opportunity to step in and gain a firm foothold as soon as possible!"
Obviously this was the real purpose of Feilong calling to announce the good news.
Di Qing smiled and said, "I know, Brother Feilong, I'll call Twelve and ask him."
"Okay, notify me when there is news, and I will bring people over."
After hanging up the call, Di Qing immediately called Tang Twelve.
"Hello? Twelve, it's me, Di Qing. How's your negotiation with the shop on Temple Street going?"
After the call was connected, Di Qing asked directly.
"Brother Qing, I met with the people from the board of directors yesterday and basically everything has been agreed upon, except for the price. They think that our Hongxing charges too high. I plan to talk to them again today."
"Tell them that you can only charge 50% of the price in the first month, but every household must pay. If they don't pay, don't worry about it. I will handle it."
"We have to get this done today. Li Ming's case should be closed today. We'll have to send someone to look after the business tomorrow."
"Got it, Brother Qing."
After hanging up the phone, Di Qing leaned back on the sofa, closed his eyes, and began to think about the next course of development.
As long as he can take over Temple Street, he will have a firm foothold in Hung Hing.
Next, it is only a matter of time before he gets promoted.
As for the identity of the police force, with Lu Qichang's personal promise, there shouldn't be any surprises.
Then, we have to start thinking of a way to deal with that bastard Gao Zongyang and Han Chen...
……
And here on Temple Street.
After Tang Twelve hung up the phone, he looked at the dozen or so board members in the conference room. These people, both men and women, were all respected figures in Temple Street. "Uncles and aunts, Brother Qing called and said that the first month's amount can be reduced, but every family must pay. Please consider it and don't make it difficult for me."
There was a sudden buzz of discussion in the conference room, but most people remained silent.
But at this time, a bald middle-aged man stood up and said, "We are all here to make money. Twelve, for the sake of your godmother Sister Xia, we formed a board of directors and appointed you as the chairman. We hope that you can lead the neighbors to protect our Temple Street and prevent outsiders from coming in to bully us all."
"Everyone was doing well before. The vendors who rented out their stalls had to pay us rent, but now they want us to pay to other clubs? This is too much!"
Twelve sighed helplessly and said, "Uncle Jian, times have changed. Before, everyone left Temple Street alone for the sake of my godparents, but there are too many new societies emerging in recent years, and not all of them will give us face."
"Even before, the Zhongqing Society had always wanted to step into our Temple Street. You saw with your own eyes how many fights had taken place and how many people had been injured."
"Now that the Vietnamese gang in Yau Ma Tei has been wiped out again, various gangs will fight for territory, and it will definitely get more chaotic. Temple Street cannot stay out of it either."
"But as long as we join Hongxing, no one will dare to touch us. In the future, we can do business peacefully without worrying about anyone harassing us."
"After all, Hongxing is a big society, and all the uncles and aunts have heard of it."
Uncle Jian snorted coldly: "That's what you say, but everyone's money is earned through hard work, and it would be uncomfortable for them to take it away like this."
"And Hongxing's charges are too high. They are even more ruthless than the four detectives back then!"
"We might as well hand it over to the Chung Ching Society instead. The Chung Ching Society has always been in Yau Ma Tei. Even if something happens, they are definitely more reliable than the Hung Hing. After all, distant water cannot quench a nearby fire. Don't you agree?"
Hearing this, Tang Twelve's face suddenly turned cold.
"Uncle Jian, do you know what you are talking about? Temple Street was blown up by those bastards from the Zhongqing Society. More than a dozen of us died, and now you still want to give them an account? Are you too old and your brain is no longer useful?"
"What are you talking about?!"
Uncle Jian was immediately furious: "No matter what, I am still your uncle. I watched you grow up. How dare you talk to me like this?"
"It's because I called you uncle that I didn't hit you directly!"
Tang Twelve stood up suddenly, gave him a cold look, then looked at the others and said, "Uncles and aunts, we are all neighbors, and I don't want to make it too embarrassing, but this is the situation now, and I have said everything I need to say."
"It's up to you to decide whether to pay the money or not, but if anything goes wrong in the future, don't blame me for not giving you face!"
After saying that, Tang Twelve slammed the door and left.
Uncle Jian looked extremely unhappy. He turned to look at the others and said, "He has grown so powerful that he doesn't even take us old guys seriously. He even teamed up with outsiders to bully us. He doesn't even think about who made him the chairman. Without us, he would be nothing!"
Hearing this, everyone frowned slightly.
An older woman said, "Ajian, you can't say that. Twelve has done a lot for our Temple Street over the years. When something went wrong, he was the one who stood in front of us."
Ajian snorted coldly: "Since he is the chairman, these are what he should do. If he takes the money but does nothing, then we might as well feed the dogs with the money we paid!"
Now the others couldn't listen any more.
Another older man stood up and said, "Ajian, I agree with what Twelve said. If Twelve hadn't brought people to keep those troublemakers out, you wouldn't have been able to run your business in peace. You know best how much money you've made over the years. I'm afraid the money you gave wouldn't even be enough to feed the dogs."
"Twelve's talk is good. Times are different now, but Hong Kong is still ruled by foreigners."
"The foreigners don't care about the lives of people like us, so these societies exist. If something really happens, the foreigners are unreliable, and we still have to rely on these societies to help us solve it. Although they charge high fees, most of them are still moral. After all, we all worship Guan Erye!"
"I will pay the money. As for whether you pay or not, it's up to you."
After saying that, the old man shook his head and left as well.
The old man obviously had great prestige in Temple Street. When he left, many people stood up and left with him.
Soon, there were only a few people left in the conference room, including Uncle Jian.
A few people looked at each other, and then one of them stood up and suggested, "Ajian, it's not that we don't support you, but what Uncle Ming said makes sense. Hong Kong Island is still ruled by foreigners. If something really happens, we will have to rely on people in the underworld to help us solve it. I think we should just forget it."
Upon hearing this, Uncle Jian's expression suddenly became even uglier.
(End of this chapter)