I haven't been a boss for many years

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"Tigers want to fight, flies also want to fight, and in the near future, they should not do anything to the popular red oil, money laundering, daily chemical raw materials, and real estate business."

Shen Xin's five tiger generals had already broken off one of Guan Bing's, and the remaining four were two in the open and two in the dark.

Zhang Guobin knew that after the last "ice-breaking operation", the police had more evidence and had a better understanding of the intricate forces within Yuanxin.

The mainland police shared some information with the security department, and then sent it to him. He knew it well, drinking tea and saying: "Then Shen Xin will not give up the daily chemical business on his own initiative."

"Look at the recent movements of Yuanxin Group, and see whether Boss Shen is retreating to advance, or whether he has other plans."

Chen Ji nodded slightly: "I understand."

Zhang Guobin poured another cup of tea.

Normally speaking, after losing the ice-making business network, Yuanxin will fall into a state of shortage of funds, and will definitely try its best to find a way to make money.

How could you give up a profitable business?

Whether the group has grown to the number one scale in the South, whether it will retreat or not, is not something that Shen Xin alone can decide. Retiring bravely in a torrent requires an environment!

The environment Shen Xin was facing did not allow it, and there was a higher probability of having other schemes, so he couldn't suddenly change his nature and really want to be a good person, right?

He is not a policeman!

Chen Ji finished his tea, stood up and bowed, "Boss, I'm leaving first."

"Ah."

"Take a good rest during this time, and I will send you new business in two months." Zhang Guobin said something indifferent, and Chen Ji nodded in agreement.

"Thank you, sir."

……

"Brother Hao."

"The third batch of manpower is already in place."

Jiangji Tea Restaurant.

Four-eyed Jie sat at a dining table, facing Li Chenghao, who was chomping on pineapple buns, and said, "All arrive on shore on cargo ships from Xinde Shipping and Global Shipping."

"A total of 360 people, the leaders are Lao Sijiu Fried Bun, Da Shao, and Di Nan."

These three elders are all old people in Yau Ma Tei. They have been in the society for more than ten years, and they are in their 30s. They usually solve any trivial matters on the street.

He Yihai's Lao Sijiu is the double bonus red stick of the small society. Although the three of them are not well-known in the Jianghu, they are usually strong men who manage a street and have one or two hundred brothers under their command.

Perhaps, other associations in the Jianghu would call "Old Fourth Nine" to refer to the bad guys with no future, but in Heyihai, all the people who could be called "Old Fourth Nine" were leaders.

The difficulty of getting a job in Heyihai is too high. Many brothers are stronger and stronger than the red sticks in other clubs. If you want to get a job, you have to wait in line for eight or nine years.

When I really went to the bottom of Yihai, I was already on an equal footing with the Heyi Small Club. If I entered the ranking of "Yihai Ten Heroes" and "Yihai Five Tigers", my status would be higher than that of the small club. one head.

Lao Sijiu is slowly becoming a "respectful title".

Wearing a white suit, Li Chenghao stuffed the last bite of pineapple bun into his mouth, took out a tissue and wiped his hands, and said in a low voice, "Have you hid it well, brothers?"

"Don't worry, Brother Hao, all of them are smuggled immigrants. You can leave directly after finishing the work, leaving nothing behind."

"The brothers are hiding in a residential building in Shinjuku District and staying separately. It is the place with the largest number of Chinese in Tokyo. If more than 300 people disperse, they will not be able to attract the attention of the locals." Four-eyed Jie pushed his eyes and said carefully: " There are at most [-] brothers living in a hotel, and there are more than any tour group.”

"Besides, Shinjuku is a newly developed area in Tokyo. There are many smuggled immigrants and immigrants. There are very few people in local gangs, and the Metropolitan Police Department rarely searches for them."

This kind of newly developed area can only attract real estate developers. At present, it cannot attract Jianghu gangs. Gangs generally hide in the old urban areas with a lot of money and water and the countryside where power has evaporated.

The smoky and dusty development zone is a weak area for gang forces, which just has the opportunity for other forces to settle down. The Tokyo metropolitan area has begun to take shape in the 80s.

Shinjuku was later a commercial center, and now it is an immigrant area. Respectable people in the city center are generally not involved, and there are many businessmen and locals with large black businesses.

Li Chenghao nodded very satisfied: "More than 300 brothers are enough to explore the way, transport a batch of arms to Tokyo, how can there be no guys in the world?"

He threw away the crumpled tissue, took out a stack of checkbooks from the inside of his suit, tore off one at random, wrote a series of words on the back with a pen, signed his name, and handed it to Siyanjie: "You Take my note to pick up the goods."

"it is good."

Four-eyed Jie saw the number on the back of the check, grinned and said, "20 AKs, [-] bullets, [-] fireworks tubes, [-] fireworks, and [-] boxes of plastic candies."

"Brother Hao, the Ridao Gang is not as strong as you."

"We foreigners are here, are you trying to control your temper? After all, Brother Bin just asked you to investigate...Maybe it's to discuss business?"

Li Chenghao continued to write a check with a pen, handed it to him, and cursed: "What the hell?"

"Just ship the goods according to the note. You can ship more, but not less. When you go out, brothers must pay attention to safety."

"In addition, take this check to the bank to withdraw money, exchange it into foreign currency and send it to the accounts of the brothers in Shinjuku. Let the brothers stay in the hotel at ordinary times, and don't go out to cause trouble for me. It would be bad to attract the attention of the police and devils."

Four-eyed Jie took the check and glanced at it, and said in shock, "200 million dollars!"

"Brother Hao, isn't it too much?"

He couldn't help but said.

Converting 200 million US dollars into Japanese yen, the consumption power in Ridao is very strong. Each brother can get more than 6000 US dollars, which is enough to play in Ridao for two months.

Li Chenghao glared at him, and said angrily: "Brothers finally went to Ridao, and we must invite them to pinch their feet, massage, and visit a custom shop."

Four-eyed Jie showed envy in his eyes.

"Brother Hao."

"I want to go to Sun Island too!"

"Fuck you!" Li Chenghao stood up and kicked out, with a perverted tone: "You are my driver, you have to go with me!"

"There is a time when you experience customs!"

Four-eyed Jie nodded and bowed out of the tea restaurant: "Got it, brother Hao, got it..."

Five days later.

Tokyo, Koto Ward, International Cargo Terminal.

An international cargo ship operated by Sindh Lines was berthing and docked. Several brothers held mobile phones and were blowing air on the deck to confirm the identity of the consignee.

Soon, a Passat turned on its headlights on the shore, and a middle-aged man in a suit with a parted hair got out of the car, raised the phone in his hand and shook it.

The brothers on the deck nodded, two people organized unloading on the ship, and one person walked down the gangway to the front of the car.

"Fried buns, from Brother Hao."

Middle-aged man holds out a cigarette.

"Ah Qiao."

"Brother Xianshui."

said the delivery man.

The middle-aged man smiled: "I did it myself."

"Ah."

The delivery man lit a cigarette, handed out a document bag, turned his head and pointed at the container hanging from the lower deck, and said, "The original shipment is inside."

"There are a lot of things on the list, the key and the customs clearance list are all inside, and the container is a deck."

"Don't worry, it's safe to use your own company."

The middle-aged man opened the file bag and took a look, took out a roll of US dollars in his pocket, handed it forward and said, "Brother, you have worked hard."

The young man took the U.S. dollar, weighed it twice, and asked in a rude manner, "After a few days in Ridao, the new car has been driven?"

The middle-aged man smiled: "The company paid for the funds a few days ago. When I go out to do errands, I always need a few scooter."

"I'll accept the money, but I won't take it from you in vain. I also brought you a gift."

At this time, the two brothers each carried two large black backpacks in their hands, came to them and put the backpacks on the ground.

Fried Bun gave Ma Zai a look, and immediately Ma Zai stepped forward to open the backpack to check, with surprise in his eyes, he raised his head and nodded wildly at the boss.

The young man who delivered the goods said: "The things in the container are all big guys, and sometimes the influence is not good. Considering that you need more convenient things in Tokyo, I specially brought more than 100 black stars over."

"I don't have many bullets, but they are of the same caliber as the AK, not enough to pick up from the container. 25 rounds, [-] rounds will be given by me."

The Fried Bun patted the delivery man on the shoulder and said gratefully: "Thank you, I will treat you to the sauna when I return to Xiangjiang."

"I'm going back to the boat first, so I won't disturb your work."

The young man picked up a cigarette, exhaled, and turned around to take his brothers aboard.

Suddenly, he turned his head and said: "By the way, you can't lose in doing things in Ridao. It's just a group of losers. The debt owed to us has not yet been settled!"

"rest assured!"

Fried Bun laughed and said, "The entire Ridao people owe us their lives, and we are the kings of Hades who have come to collect debts!"

"gone!"

The group returned to the boat.

The trunk of the Passat was opened, four black backpacks were thrown in, and the fried bun sat on the co-pilot: "Go back to Shinjuku."

"understood."

"Big brother."

The car returned to Shinjuku along the highway in the dark, Koshu Street, a commercial street in Kabukicho.

On both sides of the street, there are a whole row of Japanese custom shops, sake shops, and dance halls.

However, many sake restaurants and dance halls have closed down, and there is a sense of depression.

The custom store was brightly lit, and people were coming and going. Many customers entered the store with their hands in their pockets, and some customers who had finished relaxing chewed gum and returned in a hurry with their heads bowed.

There are many homeless people in the streets and alleys.

There are gang members with stud earrings, pierced nostrils, leather clothes and tattoos hanging around.

The car was parked at the entrance of an alley.

A group of people parked their cars and entered the alley, but the narrow alley had a different world. Inside were night food stalls and entrances to underground game halls.

The water from the air conditioner was dripping from the wall, the garbage dump was full of rats, and the mummified wild cat was still lying beside the gutter, but the atmosphere was still in full swing.

Most people speak a Hokkien dialect, mixed with some curry, durian, and guava flavors. There used to be Chinese, Taiwanese, and Koreans.

Vietnamese, Thai people.

There are still

The taste of the underground world is coming...

Fried Bun took people into the alley like a fish in water, and came to a powder-making stall. He sat down at a table very familiarly, took his hand out of his pocket, put it under the table, and made a subtle gesture of a gun with his hand: " Brother Big Burn."

"Goods to."

Chapter 659

"Let's eat fried rice noodles first." Da Shao took the rice noodles from the stall owner, put it in front of his brother, and gave him a pair of chopsticks: "Be low-key."

"I know." You Jianbao smiled, picked up the vermicelli skillfully with chopsticks, and sent it to his mouth, eating with relish.

Brothers from the same family sat around a few folding tables.

Two in the morning.

When the fried noodle stall was busy, migrant workers and stowaways who had just got off work all came to the alley to eat supper. There were dozens of people in front of and behind an alley.

"It's very on time, this rice noodles." He ate the fried buns and praised them again and again.

With vigilant eyes, Da Shao glanced around and lit a cigarette: "This alley has the best business in this shop."

"The boss is a Fuqing man who illegally immigrated to work. He used to open a shop in Fuqing."

"No way?" You Jianbao was very surprised: "The good restaurants in the mainland are not open, so come to Tokyo to set up a stall, and live a life of precarity and no status."

"Picture what? Picture money!"

In the eyes of Yihai brothers, the economic potential of the mainland is several times that of Tokyo, and one-third of Heyihai's income is earned in the mainland.

Da Shao sighed and said: "Never mind him, maybe others have something to hide."

"Right."

Fried Bun nodded.