svetikya Chapter 14: Bo Shen Xia Jie
Chapter 14: Bo Shen Xia Jie
The next day, it was still Wong Tai Sin Temple.
When Da Zhi Guang saw Song Zhaowen stride in, he immediately yelled at him, "You damn Wen, I told you to go out and do something, but last night you pointed a gun at the Tai Po gangsters and even called me from the Lian Sheng Old Deng. You're really something, aren't you, a troublemaker?"
"Bang!"
Song Zhaowen ignored Da Zhiguang's clamor and expressionlessly threw a dark-colored bag in front of his uncles.
"What the hell?"
Big Guang stepped forward and unzipped the zipper.
"Damn you!"
The bag landed with a "thud," and three severed hands slid out of the bag's opening. Blood clots stuck to the cement floor, making a slight sticky sound.
Big Guang took two steps back, cursing and swearing, his face turning somewhat pale. The expressions of his henchmen behind him also changed, and some of them instinctively covered their noses.
"Grandpa, I didn't fail you. You took care of those Vietnamese guys."
Uncle Xiang pushed up his glasses, stood up, and slowly walked to the bag. He bent down and carefully examined the three hands. The blood had congealed into brownish-red clots, and there were several tattoos on the back of the hands that were unique to Vietnamese people, which was enough to prove their identities.
Uncle Xiang turned to Master Fu and nodded: "That's right, it's the hands of Ah Zha, Tony, and Ah Hu. I remember their tattoos very clearly."
"Grandpa, the goods have arrived. I've asked Ah-Xiao to keep an eye on them in the warehouse. You can send someone to check on them anytime. Not a single item will be missing."
Upon hearing this, a smile immediately appeared on Master Fu's face.
This mission was actually a double test: taking out the Vietnamese proved Song Zhaowen's courage and bravery, but that wasn't enough.
Song Zhaowen could have easily taken the entire shipment himself and then shifted the blame onto those three damned Vietnamese bastards. Master Fu was already mentally prepared; who in the underworld isn't greedy for money?
But Song Zhaowen didn't embezzle any; Old Fu had indeed made the right choice in him.
However, there was one thing Song Zhaowen didn't say: although he didn't embezzle the goods, the Vietnamese had saved up a considerable amount of cash over the past two years through murder and robbery, amounting to a full three million.
Since they had no identification and couldn't deposit money in banks, they could only hide the banknotes in their hideout with waterproof cloth, which ended up benefiting Song Zhaowen and Xiao Zhuoxiao.
The two split the money 50/50, and each received 1.5 million, making them rich overnight.
"Haha, good, indeed a hero emerges from among the young!" Master Fu got up and came to Song Zhaowen's side, patting him on the shoulder.
Uncle Fu had a strong grip; when he slapped Song Zhaowen on the shoulder, it made a dull thud, showing that he was also a trained fighter.
His smile became more genuine as he turned to look at Big Guang, who was still glaring at him: "Guang, did you hear that? Not a single item is missing, and the people are all taken care of. Old Deng is calling from Lian Sheng. Just ask him how he plans to settle this score for the Tai Po gangsters colluding with the Vietnamese to harm their own people. We haven't even had a chance to confront him yet, and he's already calling?"
Big Guang's face flushed red and then turned pale. His lips moved, but in the end he just sullenly snorted and didn't say anything more.
Uncle Cheung had already ordered someone to take away the trash bag and instructed his henchmen to mop the floor.
"Ah Wen," Uncle Fu pulled Song Zhaowen to the sofa and poured him a cup of tea. "You did a great job this time. Not only did you get things done, but you also saved face for the gang." He picked up his own teacup and took a sip. "The gang will take the blame for Hong Tai's grudge. If Prince Tai still doesn't know what's good for him, I'll go find his father, Chen Mei!"
Song Zhaowen took the teacup with both hands, but didn't drink from it. He simply placed it in front of him and said, "Thank you, Grandpa."
"No need to thank me, the gang always rewards those who have done good deeds." Uncle Fu leaned back on the sofa, his fingers lightly tapping the armrest. "The streets that Silly Kui used to watch over in Tsz Wan Shan are now yours from today. The mahjong parlors, the underground gambling dens, and the two massage parlors—you know the gang's rules: pay your monthly bills here. Uncle Cheung will explain the exact amount to you later."
"Furthermore, your current title is still '49,' which is too insignificant. On the eighth day of next month, an auspicious day, I will hold a formal initiation ceremony for you at the ancestral hall to officially promote you to the 'Grand Master.'"
Although those streets in Tsz Wan Shan weren't exactly lucrative, they still brought in a steady amount of money each month. More importantly, it was real territory. As for Da Di, he was a legitimate gang leader who could set up his own gang and recruit members, just like that idiot Kui who was in jail.
Climbing the ranks is the ultimate dream of every gangster; from an ordinary thug, many people may not be able to reach this day even after more than ten years in the underworld.
Song Zhaowen has truly risen to prominence this time.
He went straight from being a 49-year-old to becoming the head of the gang.
Although Zhengxing is not as prosperous as it was twenty years ago, it is still a branch of the Hong family. Even a skinny camel is better than a horse.
Song Zhaowen stood up and bowed slightly to Grandpa Fu: "Thank you for your promotion, Grandpa."
"You earned it yourself." Master Fu waved his hand. "But Ah Wen, there's something I need to tell you upfront. With a higher position comes greater responsibility. The territory is yours to defend, the business is yours to run successfully. The triad doesn't support idlers, much less useless people."
"I understand," Song Zhaowen nodded.
As adults, Song Zhaowen naturally understood the implication in Master Fu's words: the monthly tribute could not be less than a penny.
"Good that you understand." Master Fu closed his eyes again and waved his hand. "Go on, take a bath and rest first. Bring Ah Xiao to the ancestral hall tonight, and we'll set up seventeen or eighteen tables to celebrate your success."
(Unlike behemoth triads like Hung Hing, Tung Sing, and Wo Luen Shing, who require a dramatic and significant contribution to gain the respect of the community to establish a powerful base.)
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Tsz Wan Shan, don't be fooled by its remote location.
Two major clubs are crammed into this place.
Hung Hing boss B occupies several of the most bustling streets.
Zhengxing enclosed the land with the Wong Tai Sin Temple as the center.
The two gangs' territories were intertwined, like a cake that had been bitten several times; the leaders of both gangs had connections, so they managed to maintain a semblance of peace.
The streets that Sha Kui used to look at are on the north side of Tsz Wan Shan, near Po Kong. Although they are a bit remote, they have one advantage: the police rarely patrol there.
As a result, various saunas and card rooms sprang up haphazardly, and at night there were also street racers and underground boxing matches. Many wealthy people in the city drove over to play there at night, creating a kind of abnormal prosperity.
While Silly Quai was in jail, his entourage, Tony, temporarily took over the management of the place.
However, Tony is better at talking than he is at fighting, and he lacks courage. Otherwise, he would have been given an important position by Master Fu long ago, and Song Zhaowen would not have taken the credit for him.
Leaving aside the stables and mahjong parlors, the most profitable establishment is undoubtedly the Fallen Angels Bar.
Tony led the way, and Song Zhaowen and Xiao Zhuoxiao walked in side by side, followed by a dozen or so henchmen.
"Hey~ Hard Fist Wen, oh no! Brother Wen is the Fallen Angel here. The boss is Sister Xia, a woman with a story, very generous, but none of that matters. The most important thing is that Sister Xia has a pair of big kisses on a soccer ball~ She's known as the Ciyunshan Kiss Goddess."
Tony grinned lewdly and gestured with his hands to show off his chest.
"Damn it! Tony, you're talking about me behind my back again. Watch out, I'll drain you dry tonight!"