Hong Kong: When the Wind Rises Again

Chapter 137 Wu Zhihui’s plan

"Turn off the air conditioner."

Wu Zhihui greeted Big D who was driving: "Drive faster. Drop me off at the intersection in a moment. You can take the Hong Kong students home first."

"Okay Brother Hui."

Big D responded, glanced at the two people in the rearview mirror, pursed his lips slightly, and if nothing else happened, he would have to call his sister-in-law from now on.

The car stopped at the intersection ahead.

"You go back first and take a shower so you don't catch a cold."

Wu Zhihui confessed to the Hong Kong students, got out of the car with an umbrella, waved to the Hong Kong students in the car, and the car drove away slowly. After leaving, the speed of the car accelerated, and water splashed on the ground.

Wu Zhihui held an umbrella, glanced at the rain curtain in the sky, and walked towards the alley inside. His leather shoes stepped on the stagnant water and lifted up with his footsteps, and the footprints were quickly annihilated by the stagnant water.

At the end of the alley was a sauna center. Wu Zhihui paid the bath fee and walked in. After rinsing, he wrapped himself in a bath towel and walked around inside, and finally entered a steam room.

The temperature in the room was very high. When you walked in, you felt a burning sensation on the floor. The hot temperature made people feel like their breathing was suppressed.

A Cong has been waiting for a long time and is sitting in his seat with his eyes closed and concentrating. Big beads of sweat on his face are sliding down his cheeks.

"A Cong!"

Wu Zhihui closed the door and walked towards Acong.

"Brother Hui!"

When Ah Cong saw Wu Zhihui, he excitedly rushed up and gave Wu Zhihui a bear hug: "I haven't seen you for so long. I feel like you have become a lot prettier. Even a pretty person like me has to avoid being sharp in front of me."

"Hahaha"

Wu Zhihui laughed, raised his hand and patted Acong on the back: "How are you, are you okay today? My men were a bit harsh."

"Little things, little things."

Ah Cong waved his hand and asked Wu Zhihui to sit down on the stool: "It's really embarrassing. At the beginning, I didn't know why you were suddenly expelled from the police academy. It turned out that you were performing an undercover mission."

"I'm also surprised that Uncle Zhang actually arranged for you to come in."

Wu Zhihui wiped the sweat from his forehead, took the water basin on the ground and poured it on the hot pebbles inside. The hot pebbles made a "sizzling" sound, and water vapor rose into the sky:

"I didn't expect this. Being an undercover agent is much more difficult than I thought. You should pay more attention to yourself."

"Ah."

A Cong nodded and let out a sigh of relief: "Actually, I admire you very much. You can do such a great job quietly. Now I have to give you face when I see you."

"Ha ha."

Wu Zhihui waved his hand reservedly and looked at A Cong: "How are you following Da Mang? Have you made any new discoveries?"

"Although Da Sang is arrogant, he is very family-oriented and doesn't have too many things to hold on to."

Wu Zhihui already knew what A Cong was talking about, and raised his eyebrows: "What do you think of the mass funeral regarding the matter in Thirteen's hands?"

A Cong shook his head: "I don't know, I don't know what Da Sang is thinking. I haven't been with him for a short time, so I can't figure him out."

"After you and Thirteen completely broke down today, I feel..."

Wu Zhihui pondered for a moment and looked at A Cong: "I feel that Da Sang's next step is to prepare to rob the market in Shisan."

"What? Rob?!"

Ah Cong's eyes widened when he heard what Wu Zhihui said: "It's impossible, right? He's in mourning and doesn't dare to rob this street openly, right?"

If Da Ming was openly trying to steal the show, it would be a fight between the societies, and he couldn't be so arrogant.

"I say he dares, he dares!"

Wu Zhihui said with great certainty: "If he doesn't take action, he will have no chance when the market is in my hands."

This street market is not just a street market, it also has a meaning behind it. This is the first place where he intervenes in the transformation of the city.

If Wu Zhihui is really involved, it will be impossible for him to do anything after his funeral. This street is also a struggle between him and Wu Zhihui.

Wu Zhihui must not be suppressed.

"This"

A Cong hesitated for a while and then approached Wu Zhihui: "If it's like what Brother Hui said, should we notify Thirteen in advance to prepare an ambush and beat them all when the mourning people come to rob the market?" Disperse."

"Seizing this opportunity, we work together to kill Da Sang directly in the chaos. After he falls, I will follow you. If we brothers join forces, we will definitely rise faster."

"Are you going to have a big funeral?"

Wu Zhihui thought about it after listening to A Cong's words, and then shook his head decisively: "No, it's untenable. Coming here with me is not the best choice."

Although A Cong had a good relationship with his predecessor, he was inserted through Zhang Jingliang. He didn't know what happened, let alone A Cong's condition, so how could he let him be by his side.

If there is a problem with Ah Cong, wouldn't it mean that Zhang Jingliang would place an informant around him?

"Can't we have a big funeral?" A Cong was puzzled.

"Stupid."

Wu Zhihui waved his hand and cursed with a smile: "What is the identity of Thirteen? He only has a street market in his hands, how could so many people arrange the funeral in advance and catch him off guard?"

"If Da Ming died suddenly, I would think with my toes that someone must be up to something. There are only a few people in the company, and Brother Tian will be suspicious."

"What should I do?"

Acong frowned: "Are you just going to watch him compete for territory with you?"

"It's just a big funeral. It's too easy to touch him. It's just that we are still close to breathing. If Brother Tian nods to this matter, it will be much easier to handle."

Wu Zhihui's eyes fell on A Cong: "If Da Ming wants to grab territory, you will be the first to agree. Be more conspicuous."

"According to what I know about Thirteen, there are only thirty or so people in his market. If you want to fight during a big funeral, if you want to be more conspicuous, you have to find another way."

Wu Zhihui thought clearly and spoke eloquently: "If there is a big funeral and there is a fight, then everyone will definitely dare to fight. You have no chance to get ahead now. Such good things will not be your turn."

He kept talking: "A lot of people are going to grab Thirteen's territory, and it will become a fight between Xinji and Xinji. This is a very taboo thing."

"But you can take credit, bring fewer people, and let the mourning people come in if you do well. If you don't do well, forget it."

"This"

A Cong's tone was hesitant, obviously scared: "I can't do it."

"If you want to stand out when you are out and about, you must carry a knife, just like you have to admit you have made a mistake and stand up straight when you are beaten!"

"If you don't perform well, there will be no reason to mention you when the time comes. You have nothing, so why should you stand out?"

Wu Zhihui raised his hand in the air and nodded vigorously, and scolded categorically: "If you want to get a position, you have to risk your life. If you don't dare to risk your life, you are an undercover agent without any value!"

"Row!"

Acong looked at Wu Zhihui with twinkling eyes, thought for a moment and nodded vigorously: "Brother Hui, I understand."

No wonder Wu Zhihui got to this point so quickly. He is really smart, courageous and resourceful.

Recalling the phone call he made to Zhang Jingliang earlier, Zhang Jingliang scolded him unceremoniously. In the final analysis, his status was not deep enough.

"Go."

Wu Zhihui waved his hand: "Whenever Da Sang says he wants to rob, just do it. Don't delay. What you want is to give Da Sang an impression of being resolute and resolute, so that he is eye-catching."

"it is good."

A Cong was like a primary school student, obediently listening to Wu Zhihui's instructions. In this regard, he really had to listen to Wu Zhihui.

Wu Zhihui glanced at A Cong, who had left first. He sat on the stool with his eyes closed and sweating, feeling the heat in the room. He felt that the pores all over his body were dilated and sweating out.

Since Zhang Jingliang has brought Acong in, he doesn't care about Acong's current status and purpose.

Since you can use it, you should use it and let him obey your command. Don't use it if you have free labor, you idiot.

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Eleven at night.

"Wow!" The rain fell harder and harder, forming a curtain of rain in the sky, as if someone was pouring water from a ladle in the sky. From time to time, arc lightning flashed rapidly in the sky, lighting up the entire city.

The door of the dance hall.

The Lexus car stopped at the door. Da Sang got out of the car with a gloomy face, walked into the private room inside, opened the door, and was immediately greeted by his Ma Zai.

"Money, Thirteen doesn't want it."

Ma Zai walked up to Da Sang who was sitting on the sofa: "I also met Wu Zhihui at Thirteen's company. Not only did the money not go out, but A Cong was beaten."

"Useless things."

Da Sang glanced at A Cong and the other mazai with a gloomy look: "Can't you handle this?!"

"The main reason is that Wu Zhihui is there." Ma Zai tried to quibble, but was slapped away by Da Sang: "You trash, how dare you be so silly."

The more he thought about it, the more annoyed he became. He stood up and slapped the boys. The boys stepped back to avoid him, but Acong stood still and slapped his big mouth on his face.

Da Sang raised his hand and wanted to hit again. Seeing that A Cong was still motionless, he asked with a cold face: "They are all hiding, why don't you hide?!"

"If you don't do things well, you should be beaten!"

Ah Cong looked at Da Sang and replied: "When you go out to fool around, if you make a mistake, you have to admit it and stand up straight when you get beaten. If you can't do it, you can't do it."

What Wu Zhihui said was immediately put into practice. He was slapped twice and was not stabbed twice, so there was nothing to be afraid of.

"Hahaha"

Da Sang was a little surprised when he heard A Cong's words: "Okay, you have to stand upright after being beaten. When did I have such an eye-catching handsome guy next to me?"

Say something.

A Cong's performance made Da Sang very satisfied. Things went wrong. Whatever he said was just an excuse. Being a human being means having the courage to act.

"call"

Da Sang sat back on his seat again, holding a cigarette: "It seems that the negotiation with Thirteen cannot be concluded. If Wu Zhihui intervenes, it will definitely be bad."

He raised his eyebrows and looked at the crowd of horses: "What do you think I should do?"

No one spoke, everyone lowered their heads.

"Grab, rob alive!"

Da Sang slapped his hand on the table: "The Yan family shovels Thirteen for being shameless, so hit him until he gets scared, and then directly seize the territory!"

As soon as this word comes out.

All the horses looked at Da Sang in disbelief, and then hurriedly persuaded him: "You can't do this, Brother Sang, Thirteen is Xinji's guest. If we take his territory, we will start a fight with Xinji."

"The people from Xinji will definitely not sit idly by. Then it will be a fight between the two societies."

"Brother Tian will be angry."

"Snapped!"

Da Sang listened to the words of all the mazi and slapped his hand on the table: "If you don't dare to hit him, what if he, Thirteen, is a guest of Xinji? Will the Xinji people help me if I trample him to death?" He takes the lead!”

He glanced at everyone with sharp eyes: "Who will help me plant the flag at my funeral?!"

Ah Cong's eyes also jumped when he heard this. Did Wu Zhihui really guess it?

Does Da Sang really dare to directly and blatantly seize Thirteen’s territory? !

"I!"

"I!"

A group of cavalrymen jumped out one after another and took the initiative to take the flag. With so many people, a mere thirteen streets were defeated no matter how hard they fought.

The reason why I was afraid was because there was Xinji standing behind me. Since the great mourning had said so, there was nothing to be afraid of.

"call"

Acong let out a breath, took a step forward, and looked at Da Sang: "Brother Sang, I am willing to place the flag on this order, leave this matter to me."

"Humph!"

"What qualifications do you have? This kind of thing is not your turn."

"Do we need someone like you to take action?"

Immediately some Ma Zai started scolding him. Acong had only been here for more than a month. What qualifications did he have to participate in such a thing?

"Let me speak!"

Ah Cong shouted with anger, followed the method Wu Zhihui told him, and continued: "If this is the way to fight, a mere Thirteen can be beaten no matter what."

"But have you ever thought about the consequences? Xinji is standing behind Thirteen. Let's go and grab his territory openly. What does Xinji think?"

"If Xinji fights with us, it will be a fight between the two societies. What will Brother Tian think? He will be very unhappy."

"Brother Tian is already acquainted with Lao Xu from Xinji, how could he break up with Xinji just because of this petty profit? Why don't you come here to suppress you, Brother Sang?!"

With Wu Zhihui's guidance, Ah Cong only needed to string these words together: "So, this order cannot be done in our name by arranging a few less people and then rob it, and then Brother Sang will come out and suppress it. Isn’t this justifiable?”

"Xinji won't be able to say anything even if he wants to say that. You can get the lease of this market for a little money. Wu Zhihui has to step aside."

"hiss"

Da Sang raised his eyebrows when he heard this, and couldn't help but look at A Cong up and down. He took out a cigarette and gave it to A Cong: "Street boy, I didn't expect you to be quite smart and eye-catching."

"No, no, Brother Sang must have thought of it, but it's just too troublesome." A Cong waved his hand reservedly.

It really wasn't that he was being reserved, because this was what Wu Zhihui thought of.

Da Sang nodded and looked at the crowd of horses: "What do you think? Just do what A Cong said and give it to the NO. 20 people. Who will place the flag for this order?"

The mazai who were still fighting to get there immediately stopped and everyone lowered their heads.

It goes without saying that if something happens, you have to take it upon yourself. Who will go?

"Row."

A Cong chuckled lightly and shook the ashes: "Since no one is going now, then I will go and carry the flag!"

"Oh?"

Da Sang chuckled lightly, touched the cigarettes on the table and gave one to Ah Cong: "Aren't you afraid?! If this matter is not handled well, then you will have to take responsibility."

"Thank you Brother Sang"

Acong took the cigarette and lit it, took a deep breath, exhaled the strong smoke, and unconsciously thought of what Wu Zhihui said to him.

He gritted his teeth and said: "I'm afraid, of course I'm afraid, but when I go out to do business, I'm afraid of this and that. Even if I live to the age of 80, I'm just a ponyboy with a human head."

"If you want to get to the top, you have to be brave enough to risk your life and risk your life!"

"it is good!"

Da Sang raised his hand and waved, nodded with great satisfaction, and made the final decision simply and neatly: "Then you will put up the flag for this order and pick twenty new faces for you, but I will also say ugly things in front of you. If something happens, follow me. I'm fine."

Acong nodded in response: "Thank you so much, Brother Sang, please rest assured!"

"Okay, this matter is settled, I will give you jurisdiction over the three streets."

Da Sang also knows that if someone dares to do something when they are in a panic, they must provide enough benefits, so that someone dares to risk their lives: "When will we do it?"

"When the people are in place, move immediately!"

Acong looked at Da Sang: "Now that we are in position, let's do it now!"

"Enough!"

Da Sang nodded again with satisfaction: "Then do it now!"

(End of this chapter)