Chapter 98: Collapse

Chapter 98: Collapse
In the morgue of Kowloon Funeral Parlour
Sitting silently next to the coffin of Jiang Zhen, Jiang Tiansheng suddenly turned to Chen Yongren beside him and said, "You must hate our old man who never gave you fatherly love since you were a child, right?"
"It's not true to say that there's no hatred. But, let it go. When a person dies, all accounts are settled. What is there left to hate fiercely?" Chen Yongren, who was leaning against the wall, looked somewhat surprised and glanced at Jiang Tiansheng next to the coffin.
"My father used to say when he was alive: There will always be a day when we have to pay back what we owe. Now I don't even know if he can repay his old debts." Jiang Tiansheng, with a wry smile, reached out his left hand to Chen Yongren and said, "As long as the family is united, there is no obstacle we can't overcome."
"Do you want to deal with Gandhi and Guohua?"
Having spent more than two months undercover in the upper echelons of the Jiang family, Chen Yongren, who had a fairly thorough understanding of the situation, knew that Jiang Tiansheng would need to deal with the five major figures in the trafficking and embezzlement of money in order to secure his position as the leader of Hongxing. Only by doing so would he have enough financial resources to win over the hall masters responsible for maintaining the territorial power of Hongxing.
ps Let me explain a little bit. Jiang Tiansheng is able to take over as the head of Hong Xing because he is the son of Jiang Zhen. The leader of the Twelve Halls may not necessarily listen to him, so if he wants to make a name for himself, he must first deal with Han Chen and the others, and then slowly win over the hearts of these big shots after he has enough money.
"It's not time yet, but wait. However, today is the 1st, and tonight they must pay the money. If we can't settle with them tonight, everything from the Jiang family will go into the coffin with him. Loki, are you prepared for what I told you to do?"
Chen Yongren, the "little brother," explained to Jiang Tiansheng with a faint smile, then turned to Loki, who was standing guard at the door.
"This is the information sent by the private detective," Loki said as he walked over and handed the file bag to Jiang Tiansheng.
It is obvious that Jiang Tiansheng, who had long expected Jiang Zhen to encounter this disaster, was fully prepared.
In the Hongfu Hot Pot Restaurant in Yaumatei.
Guo Hua, Wen Zheng, Heigui, and Gandhi, four big shots, sat around the hot pot in this less than 20-square-meter hot pot restaurant, chatting.
"Wenzheng, was it you?" The black ghost asked while picking vegetables.
"I have a big mouth, if it was me, I would have bragged about it long ago. Ask Guohua and Gandhi," Wenzheng glanced at the black ghost and pointed to the other two.
"Well, that's too bad. When Lao Gui died, I was in Macau doing business. This account shouldn't be on my head, right?" Guohua said with a sneer.
"What am I afraid of? The eldest son sees that he's a loafer, and the youngest son is squatting in Thailand and dare not return to Hong Kong. If they go too far, I'll take care of them at any time." Gandi didn't even look at the few people, picking up the hot tender beef and putting it into his mouth, saying.
"It's the 1st today, everyone needs to pay money to the Jiang family." Guohua looked at the three people sitting and asked.
"In that case, I'm the youngest here, so I'll say something disrespectful. From this month onwards, I will not pay money to the Jiang family." Wenzheng said, pausing for a moment before continuing to ask, "What do the three of you think?"
After Deng Wenzhen finished speaking, several people did not respond but instead looked at each other.
After everyone understood, Heigui immediately raised his glass and said, "Come on, let's drink." The other three also raised their glasses, and thus the four of them reached a tacit agreement.
As the four of them were still celebrating, Han Chen walked in with a smile, unceremoniously grabbed a set of bowl, chopsticks, and a stool, and sat down next to the four of them.
"We welcome you to join us for the meal, but let's leave the other matters for another night," Guohua said with a smile, looking at the newly joined Han Chen.
Just pick up a piece of fatty beef and blanch it in the pot. Han Chen looked at the four old men beside him with a strange look and said, "The one who died isn't my old man, so what do I have to say? But Jang Tiansheng is different. Whether he can eat in the future depends on whether he can get through tonight."
"What do you mean?" Gan Di, who always thought Han Chen was close to the Jiang family, looked a little surprised when he came to eat hot pot tonight as a spokesperson.
"People come and go, since the old ghost is dead, then it's time to move on. I've made up my mind, I'll move to Mong Kok tonight, and the area outside Mong Kok will be divided among the four of you. Well...the beef today is especially fresh!" Han Chen, with a mouthful of meaty flavor, directly revealed his cards.
After exchanging glances with the other three, Wenzheng smiled and raised his glass, saying, "That's right, without Lao Gui pressuring us from above, it's hard to say whether the other clubs will give us any face. I'm going to talk to Uncle Ben in Yumadi later, and I hope you all can give me, Wenzheng, a bit of face and not compete with me! I promise not to interfere in the market outside of Yumadi."
When it comes to wit, the youngest Wenzheng has the quickest mind. Without Jiang Zhen, the current collaborative mode would not exist. If the mode changed, those who rely on Jiang Zhen for a living would have to change along with it.
Smuggling is not their exclusive business, anyone with a piece of land can do it now as it requires almost no technical expertise.
Finding a stable place for smuggling goods is their top priority now. Whether to pay or not has become irrelevant.
“我也不玩了.....”
“我跟豪叔.....”
“尖东.....”
几乎异口同声的想要拿下尖东这块油水地的国华、甘地、黑鬼笑着举起了手中的酒杯碰了碰。
“Let’s do it this way, I’ll take a loss. I don’t want the market on Tsuen Wan anymore, but the market outside of Yau Tsim Mong and Hung Hom will belong to me.” Gandhi, the most powerful and the oldest in qualifications, downed the drink in the cup in one gulp.
"Hong Xing? Who the hell dares to go back to Hong Xing? It's still a question whether Jiang Tiansheng can take over the position! Not to mention, Wan Chai belongs to me." I have always looked down on Jiang Tiansheng, this second-generation black guy, and without even thinking about it, I directly gave up the territory of Hong Xing.
Thank you two big brothers, I will give a separate toast to both of you. " As he spoke, Guohua picked up a beer bottle from the table and poured a glass for Gandhi and Blackie. Then he blew away the remaining half bottle of beer.
"Ring ring ring ~~~~~"
Just after dividing up the territory and about to continue drinking, Guohua's mobile phone rang.
"Oh, Jiangsheng, what's the order?" When he heard that it was from Jiang Tiansheng, Guohua looked at the four people beside him and asked with a smile.
"Guohua, I know you recently made a deal at the Macau casino. I have sorted out everything else using the identity of Hongxing's leader. Are you interested in joining forces?" Jiang Tiansheng said politely on the phone.
"Brother Zhen is dead, I have no interest in anything anymore," Guohua said coldly.
"That's true. When you went to Macau, you not only talked business, but also had a great time with Gandhi's wife." Looking at the photos of Guohua fooling around with Gandhi's wife in the document bag, Jiang Tiansheng's tone was still very polite, but the threatening undertone in his words was clear to everyone.
After hearing Jiang Tiansheng's words, Guohua glanced at Gandhi, who was eating, and said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Jiang. I truly love her. If you have any business, just find Gandhi directly. Oh, by the way, I've already made up my mind. After tonight, I will move to Tsim Sha Tsui, and you don't need to find me for your family matters anymore."
After finishing speaking, Guohua hung up the phone and turned to Gandhi with a smile, saying, "Jiang Jiasheng is using your wife to threaten me."
Staring fiercely at Wenzheng for a while, Gandhi angrily cursed, "F**king b*tch, tonight I'll show her how I deal with her when I get back."
Under Gandhi's gaze, Wen Zheng couldn't help but feel a little awkward, and could only bow his head and eat the fatty beef in his bowl in silence. It was Wen Zheng, self-proclaimed "king of the bed," who first started a relationship with Gandhi's wife.
Inside the Kowloon Funeral Parlor
With a crumpled photograph in hand, Jiang Tiansheng reached into his file bag and pulled out a small packet before dialing Gandhi's number.
"Since Guohua isn't cooperating, we'll just take him out and continue looking for someone who will. Everything is already prepared," Jiang Tiansheng thought to himself, confident that he would be able to deal with the pack of "evil dogs" raised by the Jiang family tonight.
Inside the hot pot restaurant, amidst the sound of scolding, Gandhi's phone rang again.
"Gandhi, Guohua is going to Tsim Sha Tsui? Do you know?"
"Jiang Sheng, why is Guohua going to Tsim Sha Tsui, I don't know, and I don't plan to know. From now on, I am no longer a member of your Jiang family." After receiving the phone call from Jiang Tiansheng, Gandhi, as the most powerful bigwig among the 5 people, responded harshly and unreservedly.
“我没打算跟你商量，你让黑鬼听。”对着甘地，蒋天生的语气也同样强硬的道。
“纳，黑鬼，我也不知道为什么他要打电话给我叫你听。”说着甘地就把电话交给了黑鬼。
The black devil picked up the phone and didn't wait for Jiang Sheng to speak, and said directly, "How is it? Jiang Sheng, what Gandhi said is the same as what I said. If he doesn't play, I won't play either."
"It's okay, I heard that you've been getting pretty close to Gandhi recently, and even shipped a batch of goods together, but unfortunately it was robbed by someone, and the loss for each of you must be considerable, right? Luckily I managed to pick it up from your warehouse, do you need me to let Gandhi know?" Jiang Sheng asked politely over the phone.
“Gandhi, Mr. Jiang said I stole your goods? He also said that batch of goods is in my warehouse?” The black man, holding the phone, asked loudly to everyone before hanging up and saying, “Are you crazy, Jiang Tiansheng! Can you easily find my warehouse? Except for the people in charge of my warehouse, I don’t even know where my warehouse is! Can you know? Did you find it in your own warehouse?”
The black man, without waiting for Jiang Tiansheng's reaction, hung up the phone on the spot.
That's right, it was Jiang Zhen who sent the black man to rob Gandhi's goods, but it was because Jiang Zhen wanted to teach Gandhi a lesson. And except for his own share, the black man handed over all of Gandhi's goods to Jiang Zhen.
"The last batch of goods was grabbed by an old ghost who asked me to bring people to snatch it," the black ghost, who was about to go their separate ways after tonight, admitted without reservation.
"I know, otherwise you think you can steal my goods?" Gandhi, puffing on a cigar, said disdainfully.
Old ghost, you have people steal my goods, I spend money to buy your life from someone, it should be fair, right!
Looking at the black ghost who admitted his mistake in front of him, Gandhi, who slowly exhaled a light blue cigar, smiled and calculated.
Han Chen's wife Ling Jie, Jiang Zhen's son Jiang Tiansheng, and Gandhi, who has a strong and independent spirit, all have the intention to take down Jiang Zhen, the underworld emperor. But there are more than just these three people who want to overthrow him.
As the saying goes, the more people's financial paths Jiao Zhen blocks, the more people want his life! And this doesn't even include those archenemies with deep blood feuds.
(End of this chapter)