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

Chapter 8 Tonight's Great Dragon and Phoenix

"Who did you say hit you?"

Inside the Hang Kee restaurant in Tsim Sha Tsui, Fiery Ming squinted at Skinny Monkey.

The skinny monkey covered his face and lowered his head even further.

"Yes, it's Liang Chen from Wo Shing..."

"You piece of trash!" Fiery Ming pointed at Skinny Monkey's nose, unable to hold back his curses, "I told you to collect protection money, and you fucking collected it from Wo Luen Shing?"

"You've got a death wish, haven't you?"

"No, Ming-ge, I didn't know at first either," Skinny Monkey said, looking aggrieved.

Who knew that gangsters also do legitimate things?

He still can't understand why a perfectly normal gangster, who doesn't gamble or sell drugs, would go and make milk tea.

"If you find out and still act recklessly, causing a fight between the two gangs, then you're dead," Fire Explosion Ming cursed again.

As the person in charge of Tsim Sha Tsui, he naturally knew that many gang wars were caused by trivial matters.

Once things start to escalate, they can get out of control, and the cost of fighting alone can reach millions.

Many of these issues have nothing to do with profit; they are simply a matter of saving face.

"You didn't do too badly in this matter; at least you recognized your mistake and corrected it immediately." With that, Huo Baoming's face hardened again.

"But wrong as it may be, why should you, Liang Chen, hit my man? If anyone should be hitting someone, it should be me!"

"I'll settle the score with you another day, you little bastard."

Huo Bao knew Wei Chen well; he had previously fought against Hung Hing boss B, taking on several opponents single-handedly and even saving Guan Zai Sen's life, so he was quite capable.

But he doesn't care about that at all.

If you're unhappy, just find an opportunity to kill him.

But now is not the time.

After calming everyone down, Fiery Ming told Skinny Monkey and his gang to get lost, and then made a phone call.

The call was answered almost immediately.

"Feed?"

"It's me, Babi."

……

"Hao Nan, do you remember something I told you before?" In Tsz Wan Shan, Boss B summoned Chan Ho Nan to his office.

Chan Ho-nam nodded: "I remember, Brother B."

"Good to remember." Boss B nodded, then took out a document: "I've talked to Mr. Jiang. Recently, the guy from Hetu has been crossing the line, causing trouble in Causeway Bay and selling goods outside the designated area. The higher-ups have ordered us to find an opportunity to take him out."

This document contains information about Babi; please take a good look at it yourself.

"Okay! Brother B, I promise to complete the mission." Chan Ho-nam immediately became excited, without even glancing at the documents on the table.

He had been waiting for this opportunity for far too long.

"Do a good job. I treat you like my own son. Once this is settled, you'll have a bright future in Hung Hing! You'll be more than just a Red Pole; you'll be the leader." Boss B patted Chan Ho-nam on the shoulder with a smile.

"Don't worry, Brother B. Big Head took the blame for us before, so we have to stand up for him."

Big Head is Boss B's most capable henchman.

Previously, because Boss B killed someone, Big Head, out of loyalty, volunteered to take the blame. He was originally only sentenced to three years, but Boss B hired a lawyer to fight the case, and as a result, his sentence was increased by five years.

Whether the eight years of hard labor were orchestrated by a powerful figure like B is something only he himself knows.

……

Wei Chen slept in the hotel until the afternoon of the next day before finally waking up from the large round bed.

He felt that this was what home should be like.

Wei Chen does have a rental apartment, over 100 square feet, comparable to a livestock mansion.

It's suitable for dogs to live in, but it's not a place for people to live.

He lit a cigarette, got out of the car, and headed to the toilet to urinate. Wei Chen was pondering who to vent his frustrations on today when his mobile phone by the bed rang.

He shook himself, pulled up his pants, went outside, and answered the call:

Who is it?

"Wow, Brother Chen, you've been promoted to Red Pole! Congratulations!" Huang Bingyao's sarcastic voice rang out.

Wei Chen picked at his ear and sat down: "What's the matter? Just say it, stop talking nonsense."

"You..." Huang Bingyao was speechless with anger.

"Don't forget, I'm a whole generation older than you. You don't even want to call me uncle." Wei Chen leaned lazily against the headboard.

"Fine, fine, uncle," Huang Bingyao said through gritted teeth.

However, he did have something to ask Wei Chen today.

"Do you remember what I told you before?" Huang Bingyao said, "The gang of Hong Kong and Guangdong gangsters led by Da Dong committed another crime. Last night they robbed gold jewelry worth more than five million."

They've already made moves in Yau Ma Tei, Mong Kok, and Jordan. The next location is very likely to be East Tsim Sha Tsui and Tsim Sha Tsui...

"So you know I'm in Tsim Sha Tsui and you're trying to track me down, right?" Wei Chen interrupted directly.

"That's right."

"Damn it! You need something from me, and you're being sarcastic? Do I owe you something?" Wei Chen cursed.

"Oh, I'm just used to it. I thought you were my undercover agent." Huang Bingyao rubbed his nose; it was just a professional habit.

"Damn!" Wei Chen thought for a moment and said, "I'll have someone keep an eye on things first."

"But I have things to do too, so if I get hit, I can't help you. Also, there will be a hefty fee, so you'll have to figure it out yourself."

"Okay." This time, Huang Bingyao readily agreed.

After hanging up the phone, Wei Chen pondered for a moment. In the Big Circle, when robbing jewelry stores or banks, they usually scout the location in advance for nearly three or four days, or even a week, before preparing to take action.

This process is uncontrollable; it's all down to luck, and you just have to see if you can catch it.

If we can't catch it...

That doesn't matter. Wei Chen did his best and still got paid, so why not?

Besides, even the police know that their target location is likely to be in Tsim Sha Tsui. Those ruthless gangsters wouldn't be so stupid as to not think of this. They might even return to Hong Kong.

So Wei Chen quickly put the matter out of his mind.

Now we'll see how much start-up capital Huang Bingyao can provide himself.

They draw lots, then borrow troops, and prepare to do things.

That evening, Wei Chen arrived at the Rose Bar, where his mother greeted him immediately.

"Boss."

"Call him Brother Chen!"

"Brother Chen, are you looking for Bobo?" Mom asked in a very hospitable and flattering manner.

"Where is he?" Wei Chen turned around, and Bobo immediately walked over with a smile: "Brother Chen."

"I haven't even let Bobo accompany me to drinking parties these past few days; it's all been for you to do things alone." Mommy pulled Bobo over and said enthusiastically, "Brother Chen, you'd better come more often in the future."

"Nonsense, my boss paid her a fee, and you still dare to take her out to drink with him? I'll smash up your shop first!" Ahua said from the side.

Mommy's smile was a little awkward.

"Let's go." Wei Chen put his arm around Bobo and walked towards the private room while holding her hand, making her blush shyly.

Do you remember what I said before?

"Of course I remember." Bobo called out as he went out, and soon a woman in a black cheongsam came in.

"Brother Chen, this is Xiao Hong, she's my friend, and she's new to this line of work."

"Not bad." Wei Chen glanced at Xiao Hong a few times. She really lived up to her name, looking somewhat like Cherie Chung, with a hint of frigidity and wildness in her eyes.

I immediately perked up.

That's what makes the conquest more exciting!

"Tsk tsk, each one is comparable to Miss Hong Kong. Brother Chen is really lucky to have such a good appetite," Ah Wah said with a grin, getting excited as well.

"Alright, enough chit-chat." Wei Chen waved his hand, putting his arms around both of them. "Same rules as always, drinking and rock-paper-scissors. Whoever drinks first fills their cup, and if they can't finish, they pour it out."

"I'd like to see which of you can walk out of this door standing up."

"Of course it's me," Bobo said with a grin, much more open than the first time.

After all, he had met a big boss who only served him, so he didn't have to spend all his time drinking with other perverts and getting groped. Of course, he was in a good mood.

Wei Chen was also aroused.

Tonight, the Dragon and Phoenix Festival is destined to be a sleepless night.