Under Wang Fang's watch, Wu Ming gradually walked away.
Walking in the dirty alley, he had an intuition that this meeting might be the last time they would see each other, and their fate had ended here.
In the future, Wang Fang may graduate from school and become a white-collar expert, and with her good looks, she may find a young and wealthy boyfriend.
But all this has nothing to do with him anymore.
Perhaps, a few years later, when Wang Fang has her own child, she will sit on the sofa with her baby in her arms and tell today's story.
Tell the children that in 1983, I once wanted to sneak into Hong Kong Island and met a group of very interesting people on that fishing boat.
If it weren't for that group of people, I might have sunk into nightclubs, never daring to hope for happiness again, and kiss my baby twice on the face.
The past goes with the wind and everything will disappear.
Back in the hotel, Wu Ming told what he had learned, which made everyone smile after a long absence.
"Let me just say, lucky people have their own destiny. We are all blessed people. How can we always ignore it! Look, now the opportunity has come. After this batch of goods is sold, everyone will be relaxed." Niu Dashun laughed.
He waved his hands repeatedly, and the sadness on his face disappeared.
After pouring himself a cup of hot tea, Mr. Jiang held a cigarette in his mouth and raised his voice: "Let's try calling and see what Mr. Bang says and whether he is interested in this batch of goods."
"Okay, I'll call now and see how the appetite is over there."
Wu Ming picked up the phone in the room, checked it with Mr. Bang's number, and dialed it quickly.
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The phone rang a few times, and then an old voice came: "Hey, who is it?"
"Master Bang, do you still remember us? We met last time at Kimberly Nightclub." Wu Ming clicked on the last meeting and gave Mr. Bang time to think.
Two seconds later, Mr. Bang's laughter came from the phone, and he said with a smile: "Remember, it's you. Do you have anything to do with me this time?"
"Master Bang, our brothers recently got a batch of jewelry, which is worth about 50 million Hong Kong dollars. Master Bang, are you interested?"
"If you are interested in 50 million pieces of jewelry, of course you are. However, in the recent period, only the Xinyue Jewelry Shop has had problems. You were responsible for that case, right?"
As the largest smuggler in Hong Kong Island, Mr. Bang is obviously not an unintelligent person.
Wu Ming and others were not surprised when they heard the other party shouting about the origin of the jewelry. After all, many things were obvious.
Xinyue Jewelry Store lost jewelry worth **millions, and they have a lot of dirty goods to sell.
As long as you are not a fool, you will know with a little thought that the stakes here are nothing to hide.
Therefore, Wu Ming was exposed by the other party, and he didn't care much in his heart. He said bluntly: "Master Bang, Ming people don't tell secrets. This batch of goods is in our hands. A few days ago, we contacted Dong Qi to ship the goods, and the result was that
The rebellious guy is going to bite us hard and mess everything up. Now we brothers want to ship the goods quickly, and after thinking about it, we thought of you, Mr. Bang."
"It's easy to say. I know that Dong Qi is not very clean. However, he is very measured in what he does. If you can deal with him, you can be considered outstanding. Well, I am willing to pay 30 million for this batch of goods.
If you are willing to trade, come to my house in three days. If you think the price is low, just pretend that I never said this, and we will make a fortune together next time." Although Mr. Bang's voice was old, his tone was very firm.
After hanging up the phone, Wu Ming frowned slightly, not satisfied with the price.
The price for selling illegal goods is generally half of the price of the goods themselves, and this is the case in the regular market.
The value of this batch of jewelry in your hands is about ** million, and it is normal to sell it for 40 to 50 million.
But Mr. Bang’s offer was only HKD 30 million.
In other words, if you ship goods from him, everyone will make a loss of 10 to 20 million, and the majority will be made by others.
"How was the discussion?" Old Man Jiang asked.
Wu Ming shook his head slightly and replied: "Not very good. They are only willing to pay 30 million, which is much less than we expected."
"It's not a lot, it's too much. It's 20 million less in one go! Doesn't it mean that if we work hard, we might as well make more money by doing nothing, and in the end we can only drink soup?" Niu Dashun said with a look on his face.
Dissatisfaction, all emotions are written on his face.
Everyone worked hard and risked their lives to get these 50 million goods back.
As a result, the big head belonged to someone else, so I could only drink the soup. You can imagine the depression in my heart.
No wonder others say that fighting and killing has no future.
A big boss like this who has channels and eats meat with just a word of mouth, no matter how brave and fierce he is, there is still a clear gap between him and others.
"Let's ship the goods. We don't have much time, and we don't know any good buyers. It's impossible to sell at a good price. Without this Mr. Bang, I'm afraid there will be Mr. Li, Mr. Zhang and the like. It's not a good thing to delay it.
"Old Jiang is older and more able to keep his composure and understand what everyone needs.
After all, everything is planned, and there are only ten days left before returning to the main god space.
We don't know any powerful people, so trying to get rid of 50 million dirty goods in ten days is an almost impossible task.
Unless you want to get rid of this batch of goods, selling them at a low price is the only way to solve the problem.
"That's it. Only when the money is in our hands is it our money." Wu Ming also nodded in support and settled the matter.
Three days passed by in a flash.
During these three days, everyone stayed in the hotel and basically stayed behind closed doors.
To the outside world, the police across Hong Kong Island are almost going crazy, plastering wanted posters all over the streets.
Mr. Jiang and Liu Chengbei were suddenly wanted. Each of them had a bonus of 200,000 yuan, which attracted the attention of the hotel owner.
However, not everyone will become a brave man under the heavy reward.
The hotel owner is a smart man. He does business in the Kowloon Walled City and often receives wanted customers. If he was not careful, he would not stay here safely and he would have been killed long ago.
In response, Wu Ming and others took out 30,000 yuan, which was regarded as hush money for the hotel owner.
The hotel owner felt safe with this money, and he promised that if there was a problem with him, everyone could come back to him at any time.
"Uncle Chicken, how did you go about asking about the things I asked you to inquire about?" Leaning on the counter, Wu Ming followed the hotel owner, nicknamed Uncle Chicken, as he talked.
Uncle Ji was about forty years old, a bald middle-aged man. He grinned and replied: "Inquiry, the police have been out in the past two days, raided the entrance of a gang called Letu, and arrested a few people from the gang.
The charge No. 10 was not announced to the public at all. The team was led by Inspector Cheng of the Kowloon Police Station. It seems that even the Flying Tigers were dispatched."
What Wu Ming asked Uncle Ji to inquire about was whether any gangs had been wiped out by the police in the past few days.
In everyone's mind, if the police can't find them, they will definitely attack another group of people.
Unlike everyone's Wu Genzhi Ping, the other gang has enough manpower and cannot be composed of lone rangers.
Sure enough, within two days, Letu became the target of attention. The police raided the place frequently. I heard that even the boss was invited to have tea.
"Uncle Ji, who is the boss of Letu and how old is he?"
"The boss of Letu is called Niigitang. He is about the same age as me and as black as Bao Gong."
Uncle Ji gestured to each other, and Wu Ming nodded repeatedly.
It’s unmistakable. At Pier 5 in Central that day, everyone had seen that man’s face, which was similar to what Uncle Ji described.
If there is no mistake, those people are Nigga Don's subordinates, and the big boss in the blue suit is Nigga Don himself.
"Uncle Chicken, thank you for your hard work. Let's take some tea." Wu Ming took out a few thousand-yuan bills from his pocket and placed them on the table.
Outside the door, Old Man Jiang, who was already ready, also started the car with Niu Dashun, ready to make a deal with Mr. Bang.
Pulling on his coat, Wu Ming walked out of the hotel door and sat on the off-road vehicle.
Sitting in the car, he repeated what Uncle Ji had just said to the two of them, focusing on the incident where Negro Tang was invited to drink tea.
"When the police bit Nigga Tang, they must have been alive that day and confessed to the police. However, the words of these people were not enough to form a chain of evidence, let alone convict Nigger Tang. Nigger Tang only had to insist that these people were executed
To force a confession, and to produce evidence of his alibi, he will be released after two days of detention at most. After he comes out, we will kill him and then wait for his return."
In the Mercedes-Benz car, Wu Ming wiped his pistol and spoke without raising his head.
Hearing that he could avenge Liu Chengbei and Niu Dada, Niu Dashun, who was driving, his eyes gradually turned cold and his face showed a bit of ferocity.
The car was running on the road, heading towards the river beach area.
Half an hour later, the group of wealthy people's villas located in the river beach area slowly came into view.
"Stop, this is a villa area for rich people. You are not allowed to enter without an invitation."
At the guard box at the door, the car was stopped by security guards.
Rolling down the window, Wu Ming handed over a business card and said, "We are guests invited by Mr. Bang. Just give Mr. Bang a call and we'll find out."
A security guard held a business card and approached the guard box to make a phone call.
In less than five minutes, the railing blocking the road was lifted up and Mr. Bang's business card was returned.
"Master Bang's villa is at the very back, with the sycamore tree at the door." The security guard had a smile on his face and looked extremely friendly.
Wu Ming took the business card and signaled Dashun to continue driving forward. At the same time, he gently put the travel bag containing jewelry on his shoulder.
"We're here!" The off-road vehicle slowed down slowly and stopped in front of a doorway, in front of a villa with two sycamore trees.
Everyone looked out through the car windows and saw the villa area. There were people in black suits patrolling with wolf dogs on their hands.
Just by taking a casual look, I saw at least a dozen such people. Even their heights were all about 1.8 meters. They were obviously carefully selected.
"This Mr. Bang seems to attach great importance to his own safety, and he is a man who cherishes his life." Old Man Jiang looked back and said casually.
Hearing such words, Wu Ming also nodded slightly and said with a smile: "It's good to cherish life. The more people cherish their lives, the less likely they will act rashly. Such people cherish their feathers and take the overall situation into consideration. Although they look a little ugly, they can take advantage of others.
The risk is very small.”
The successful and famous Mr. Bang is different from the small character who is full of content and dangling half of the bottle.
For people like them, what they ultimately want is to stabilize the overall situation. As long as they have the overall situation in hand, they can get money to come to their doorsteps by just talking.
These boss-level existences have gone beyond the level of fighting and killing to get money, and have turned into class beneficiaries.
As long as they are not too outrageous, people like them are also very respectable people in the upper class.
Without major and special cases, these people are the minefield of the police. One black and one white work together to maintain the order of Hong Kong Island, and they are no longer pure disruptors of order.
"You guys meet me outside, and I'll go inside to ship the goods and get the money."
Opening the car door, Wu Ming got out of the car with his travel bag on his back and headed towards the villa without looking back.