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

Chapter 11: Fame Achieved in One Battle

Upon receiving the order, Ahua immediately led over a hundred men into the territory of the Changyi Society.

At the Fu Lai Teahouse, a man in a green floral suit watched the street brawl and said hoarsely, "Why aren't you sleeping at night? Why are you dragging so many people out to fight? Whose subordinates are these?"

Its voice is as unpleasant as a crow's.

"Brother Kun, it seems to be with Anthony Wong's company," said the headman, Silly Qiang, standing next to him.

"Leung Sum? The one who fought Big B and saved Kwan Jai-sum by taking on five opponents?" Leung Kwan's mind raced, and he immediately remembered who it was.

He then reached into his crotch and grinned.

"That's interesting."

"The one leading them seems to be called Ah-Hua, he's Liang-Chen's henchman," Sha-Qiang pointed downwards.

"Who are they fighting?" Leung Kwan asked again.

"It seems to be people from the Changyi Society. They've had conflicts before, apparently over some kind of piracy business," Sha Qiang said after thinking for a moment. They all hung out in the neighborhood, so they were quite well-informed.

"A little over a hundred people dare to fight a gang of over a thousand. Liang Chen is really bold. No wonder he's from the Liang generation." Liang Kun became somewhat interested in Wei Chen.

"Check his background. After hearing what you said, I'm even tempted to become his sworn brother."

"Okay." Sha Qiang nodded.

Then, Liang Kun returned to the private room, took out his mobile phone, and called Ba Bi: "Hey? How's it going?"

"It's all settled, Brother Kun," Ba Bi said with a smile. "I've already shipped a batch of goods to Heng Kee."

"Don't worry, we'll be able to attract traffic in a little while."

"Don't let me down." Brilliant Kun nodded in satisfaction before hanging up the phone.

……

Wei Chen entered a house surrounded by a wall with a lot of broken glass on it, obviously for the purpose of preventing theft and burglary.

I took out the key, opened the iron gate, and walked around inside. The hall was quite large, with a feeling of a large single-level apartment. It was over 200 square meters and three floors. The sofas and decorations were all in European style.

It's quite a small villa; I didn't expect my older brother Pan to have such good taste.

Now it's all mine.

The big monkey went to the location and soon brought back a leather bag. It opened it and saw that it was almost full of cash, so much that it could blind people.

There are at least two million.

The big monkey's breathing became rapid, and its eyes turned red.

He's just a gangster, how could he have ever seen so much money?

Even those who have seen a lot in life can't remain calm in the face of so much cash.

"Only two million in cash?" Wei Chen rummaged around and found two land deeds and property certificates.

I felt a surge of disgust in my heart.

You're supposed to be a professional seller, yet you only make this little bit of money. What will your competitors think of you?

"Boss, two million, two million! That's more than you can spend in a lifetime, and it's still not a lot!" Big Monkey was so excited that his hands and feet were trembling.

"Look at your pathetic self." Wei Chen scoffed, then took out 100,000 and threw it over.

Then he took out another 50,000 and threw it over: "This is yours. Take the remaining 50,000 and divide it among yourselves."

"Thank you, boss!" Big Monkey was overjoyed.

"What about that batch of goods?" Wei Chen asked.

"It's right outside."

"Bring it here, then you wait outside, and while you're at it, give the people downstairs their money."

Before long, the big monkey pulled out a batch of goods, packed in wooden crates.

Wei Chen sat on the sofa, pried it open, and sure enough, there were about five kilograms of heroin inside, worth about five million.

Wei Chen wasn't sure if it was true or not, since he didn't deal with that kind of thing.

If we really get into a fight, I reckon my nephew will be watching me closely.

Sweep away the layer of white powder on top, and you'll find two gold bars underneath. There are many smuggled items, such as antiques and calligraphy and paintings, as well as a retractable longsword and a long knife.

"What is this thing?" Wei Chen took out a longsword, which was similar in principle to a telescopic baton and was almost the same length, but it was much heavier and had a button on the handle.

After clicking, suddenly with a "bang," the sword tip shot out and stuck straight into the wall, the needle still buzzing and swinging wildly.

"That's interesting." Wei Chen smiled. So there was a hidden trick. Big Brother Pan really knows how to play games.

Pull the sword needle out of the wall and put it back in; the telescopic sword is now perfectly intact again.

This is similar in principle to a pen gun, but much more powerful, like a crossbow bolt. If it hits a person, it can really kill them.

It's also easy to carry; when retracted, it's only the length of a forearm, making it convenient to place on your lower back.

In the event of a conflict, you can catch the other party off guard. If they try to draw their gun, you can shoot them with your sword needles, and they won't even know how they died.

Even after the sword tip is shot out, the blade can still cut people, making it much more useful than a pen gun.

"Good stuff, it's all mine." Wei Chen accepted it with a smile. The retractable knife was also for this purpose, and it was even heavier than the retractable sword. It was most likely for cutting people.

It must be said that although Brother Pan is not very brave, he has a really good eye for talent.

Wei Chen had never seen such a thing in his previous life; in the world of gangsters, it was considered a deadly weapon.

After settling everything, Wei Chen called Huang Bingyao: "Nephew, I have a batch of goods here, do you want them?"

"I told you to keep an eye on the big circle, what the hell is this cargo you gave me?" Huang Bingyao said irritably.

"What, you don't even want five kilograms? If not, I'll just bid for the fish head myself..."

"Wait, what did you say?" Huang Bingyao suddenly realized what he meant and excitedly exclaimed, "Uncle, I want it! I want it!"

"I still prefer your rebellious self. Try to get back to your old self," Wei Chen teased.

"I want it, I absolutely have to! We're all family, you can't not give me a boost in my performance, can you?" Huang Bingyao said hurriedly.

Five kilograms, worth about five million, only a fool wouldn't want that.

This bill is enough for him to eat for a month.

"Ten thousand yuan for five million, you really made a killing on that deal," Wei Chen said with a smile.

"I'll give you an address in a bit. Come and pick it up, then leave, because this house is mine."

"no problem!"

After hanging up the phone, Wei Chen called Ahua again: "Is it all sorted out yet?"

"It was all taken care of half an hour ago. There was this Fat Cat gangster from the Cheung Yee Society who wanted to fight me, but I stabbed him into a bloody mess with one stab! Give me another hundred men, and I could take over not just one street, but the entire Yau Tsim Mong district!" Ah Wah boasted excitedly.

"That's fine." Wei Chen was in a good mood.

"I'm back now. Go to Yau Ma Tei and swallow up that whole street of Cheung Yee Society too."

"After the task is accomplished, rewards will be given according to merit."

"receive."

Soon, Wei Chen walked out with his briefcase. Big Monkey and his men were smoking outside, all beaming with joy and full of respect.

They were clearly very satisfied with the income this time.

"Let's go back." Big Monkey opened the car door, Wei Chen threw his briefcase inside, and then got into the car.

"You guys stay up all night again. Tonight, you absolutely must hold onto the territory you just captured."

"If anyone dares to slack off, I won't give them any face."

"Go through fire and water, Brother Chen!" the crowd shouted. The voices of a dozen or so people conveyed an invincible and overwhelming force.

……

That evening, Ah Wah ate his fill on a whole street in Tsim Sha Tsui.

There are also two dance halls and one nightclub.

They even swallowed up the one near Yau Ma Tei as well.

Overnight, the eldest brother Pan was killed, and the top red stick nineteen had his throat slit, indirectly leading to the destruction of the entire Cheung Yee Society and causing turmoil in half of Yau Tsim Mong.

Having achieved victory in one battle and become famous overnight, many gang leaders have set their sights on the young man who spearheaded this clash.

The name "Liang Chen" spread like wildfire on the very next day.