Chapter 211: New! New Wo Shing!

Kowloon, a tailor shop.

Several high-ranking members of the Tsuen Wan branch, dressed in black suits and black trench coats, stood guard at the entrance of the tailor shop.

Da D was beaming as he tried on a suit; an old tailor from Shanghai was holding a needle and thread, measuring him. D-Sao held a mobile phone, calling the restaurant to book tables: "Reserve eighty-eight tables for tonight, with a Dongxing Spotted Grouper and a King Crab for every table."

"Oops." At this moment, Da D let out a startled cry, and the old tailor jumped in fright.

Da D laughed heartily: "Just kidding with you."

"I'm old now, my hands and feet aren't as nimble," the old tailor replied with a smile.

"Remember, gold buttons."

"I know."

The two were chatting and laughing.

D-Sao, holding the mobile phone, spoke up: "Your craftsmanship has gotten much worse lately. Are you being greedy and getting people from the Mainland to do it?"

Jordan wet market.

Lin Huaile, wearing a beige jacket, walked alone through the bustling wet market. He carried a plastic bag and greeted everyone he met: "Ming Shu."

"Le Ge." A pork stall owner wearing an apron and holding a butcher knife greeted him with a smile.

"Ming Shu, remember to save me two catties of leg bones," Lin Huaile called out.

Ming Shu pulled out a Marlboro: "Le Ge, having hot pot?"

"Yes, my son likes it. I'll come by later to pick it up," Lin Huaile replied with a smile.

Compared to Da D's extreme high profile, Lin Huaile, as the overlord of Jordan, had always maintained a down-to-earth image in Jordan.

However, both Da D and Lin Huaile were very confident. Da D's confidence came from his power, while Lin Huaile's confidence came from Deng Bo.

Just a few days ago, Deng Bo had already informed Lin Huaile in advance that he would support his rise to power.

However, Lin Huaile's way of celebrating his rise was not like Da D, who would set up dozens of tables and book an entire restaurant. Lin Huaile did not make a scene; he was very low-key.

Fanling Yanglaoyuan.

"Clang."

Deng Bo set down his teacup and said earnestly: "When I was young, the Wo Shing had already been electing the Headman through the Uncles."

"Back then I thought, these old things are already at that age, with no power or influence, what right do they have?"

"Later I realized, what they have is seniority."

"Whatever they say, everyone will respect."

"Who doesn't like to taste the sweetness?"

"Taking a few small benefits is fine, but if you choose whoever gives the most money, then we might as well hold an auction!"

Speaking of this, Deng Bo slapped the table heavily, like a gavel waking people up, and said in a deep voice: "If we have no credibility, what do we need to exist for?"

Chuan Bao also felt he had gone a bit too far earlier and immediately explained: "I just think Da D is the most outstanding; he works the hardest for the Uncle, that's why I support him."

"I have nothing more to say. The organization cannot be dominated by one person; it needs balance." Having said this, Deng Bo raised his right hand and said: "I choose A Le."

The reason Deng Bo chose Lin Huaile over Da D was very simple: Da D was arrogant and domineering, and acted rashly; once he became Headman, it would be very easy to bring trouble to the society.

To put it bluntly, it was one sentence: Da D was immature.

Secondly, how could Deng Bo not know about Da D colluding with Hung Hing to plant flags in Shatin?

Now that Da D was the Tsuen Wan Dragon Head of the Wo Shing, his strength was already so great; once he rose to power, would the words of these Uncles still carry any weight?

As a firm supporter of the Wo Shing "Elder Senate" election system, Deng Bo would not allow such a thing to happen.

The other Uncles looked at each other, their hearts becoming incomparably conflicted, their faces full of hesitation.

But after only a few seconds, people began to raise their hands one after another: Lao Gui En, Shuai Gou, Shuangfan Dong... followed by Long Gen.

In the end, only Chuan Bao remained, awkwardly rubbing his temples with his hand.

That evening.

After returning home, Lin Huaile personally cooked a bone-marrow hot pot, and he and his son sat at the table to eat.

"Ring-a-ling~~"

The telephone rang.

Lin Huaile walked in two or three steps, hurriedly picking it up.

Lao Gui En smiled on the other end of the line: "A Le, congratulations."

Hanging up the phone, Lin Huaile was ecstatic. He clapped his hands hard and laughed heartily: "Son, go get me a bottle of beer."

Just as introverted as usual.

On the other side.

Fu Lum Moon Restaurant.

In the second-floor hall, eighty-eight tables were set, with Dongxing Spotted Grouper, King Crab, and other delicacies on them, yet there was not a soul in sight.

Da D's top lieutenant Zhang Mao brought D-Sao into the restaurant. D-Sao calmly found the lobby manager.

As the woman of a fierce underworld figure, she not only cared about her husband's face in everything she did, but was also very reasonable. She didn't make things difficult for the restaurant; she took out a stack of tips and said: "Mr. Chen (Da D) doesn't like people praising him, nor does he like people talking about him. Send the bill for tonight to my company for payment. Distribute this money to the staff."

"Mrs. Chen, come by for tea when you have time," the restaurant manager said with a smile as he took the tips.

That night, Da D called Chen Jiajun to meet him. Chen Jiajun arranged for a young demon slave to secretly bring him to the Chen Family Manor.

"Mr. Chen, why make it so mysterious?" Da D was outwardly carefree, but in reality, he was already filled with shame and anger.

After all, he had booked the restaurant and given those Uncles so much money, only to be slapped in the face; it was simply losing face to the point of opening the door to it, losing face to the extreme.

"Da D, you shouldn't be coming to see me at this time. I am the Dragon Head of Hung Hing, and you are the Tsuen Wan Hall Master of the Wo Shing."

Chen Jiajun looked at Da D and smiled.

Da D stood up and picked up a wine glass, pouring a drink for Chen Jiajun, wanting to continue pretending to have a mocking, indifferent expression, but eventually gave up: "Mr. Chen, I want you to back me in starting a New Wo Shing. To let me be suppressed by A Le, that is absolutely impossible."

His current strength was no longer what it was in the movie. In the movie, he only clamored about starting a New Wo Shing but didn't dare to do it in the end. Now, he truly dared; he had the confidence to tear his face off with Deng Bo.

"Support you? You've already lost the election. If I, a Hongxing Dragon Head, come over to support you in taking over New Wo Shing, do you want the brothers of Wo Shing to rise up and hack you? Or come over to hack me?"

Chen Jiajun poured a bucket of cold water on Da D. He could certainly support Da D, taking the opportunity to throw Wo Shing into internal chaos so he could reap the benefits and expand his territory.

But having too much territory is useless. Now that Hongxing is on the right track, and having been prominent enough over the past two years, he doesn't need to go around grabbing territory.

Da D poured himself a glass of whiskey and downed it in one gulp, his gaze filled with confusion: "Damn it, those uncles are blind! Choosing Lin Huaile! Is Lin Huaile's influence as big as mine, Da D's?"

"Da D, if I were an uncle of Wo Shing, I wouldn't choose you either. Do you know why?" Chen Jiajun added some ice to his own drink and said with a smile.

"Why?" Da D raised his head and asked hurriedly.

Chen Jiajun said with a smile: "The purpose of Wo Shing choosing a Headman is to select someone who can shield the uncles from the wind and rain, and a Headman who can lead the society to pass through the current situation steadily."

"I've left Sun Yee On half-dead. Now that Wo Shing is the second-largest gang in all of Hong Kong after Hongxing, do the brothers still need to go around planting flags and grabbing territory?"

"The smart Police Officers in Hong Kong all know that gangs can never be wiped out. What they want is surface-level peace, stability, and prosperity to develop the economy."

"You are rash in doing things. Although you are smart, you are missing a screw."

"Lin Huaile is definitely more ruthless than you when he acts, but he understands power dynamics and has more brains than you. You should know what that means."

"Let me guess what you want to do now: capture Long Gen and Guan Zaisen, and force Chuiji to hand the Dragon Head Staff over to you, right?"

Da D raised his head and said sheepishly: "Mr. Chen's vision is like a torch."

Chen Jiajun continued: "Those uncles in the society will also force Chuiji to hand over the staff. If you do this, you will plunge Wo Shing into internal chaos, and the Police Officers are watching very closely right now."

"Da D, if I were you, I would also resist, but I wouldn't take things too far, so that I could save some face for myself. I won't say any more than that."

Having said this, Chen Jiajun joked again: "I'll give you a piece of advice: if A Le invites you to go fishing, you must wear a helmet. See him out."

"Mr. Chen. Please."

The Butler arrived at the right moment with several young demon slaves.

"Yes, thank you for the reminder, Mr. Chen." Da D pondered for a moment, stood up, and turned to leave.

As soon as Da D left, Chen Jiajun made a phone call to Xiyan: "Xiyan."

"Ada, what are your orders?" Xiyan answered the phone.

Chen Jiajun instructed: "Go to Kowloon City immediately, find a group of skilled craftsmen, then find a group of old masters who know how to make things look antique, and get me a batch of acid branch wood, sandalwood, and golden nanmu. Be ready to stand by at any time."

"Ada, what are you doing? Oh, I understand now. Big Brother, you want to forge antiques and make them look old to sell for money?"

Xiyan was confused and patted his forehead.

"Never mind that, hurry up and get it done."

Stirring up chaos in Wo Shing was never Chen Jiajun's goal; grabbing that staff was his ultimate objective.

Besides, Da D is indeed missing a screw when it comes to doing things, so Chen Jiajun doesn't want to support Da D to be the Headman of Wo Shing. Supporting Jimmy Zai would be better than supporting Da D.

After hanging up the phone, Guan Jiahui pushed the door open and entered, wearing a white cheongsam: "How is this cheongsam designed by Deng Yongqiang, Qiangge?"

"Does it look good?"

Chen Jiajun pulled her into his arms without restraint: "It looks good. Of course, it looks even better when you aren't wearing it."

"You're so bad, you."

Guan Jiahui pouted coquettishly and fed a plump black plum to Chen Jiajun.

The next day.

New Territories, a low, small hill.

Several of Da D's Majai carried two wooden crates and walked up the mountain. Da D was squatting on a giant rock, calling Chuiji: "Chuiji, call Deng Bo and tell him you don't accept A Le and won't hand the Dragon Head Staff to him."

Unable to win the vote, Da D wanted to learn from Sun Jian and grab the Dragon Head Staff first.

The softest Headman in history, Chuiji, immediately said: "That won't work. The consequences of doing this are very serious. No one dares not to hand over the Dragon Head Staff, Da D."

"Screw your mother, I'm not negotiating terms with you, understand?"

After Da D finished speaking, he hung up the mobile phone and kicked the wooden crate containing Long Gen and Guan Zaisen straight down: "Screw your mother."

Listening to the busy signal on the receiver, Chuiji looked helpless.

Although he was the Headman of Wo Shing, he was actually Da D's puppet.

Those who live by the sword must eventually pay the price. After a period of silence, Chuiji actually called Deng Bo: "Deng Bo, I feel that Le Ge's strength is insufficient, so I won't hand the staff to him."

Deng Bo gave a cold laugh and asked: "Are you drunk? Or did you take too much? I'll let you go wash your face first, and talk to me again when you've thought it through."

"Damn it."

Clearly, Chuiji was now in a dilemma.

If he hands over the staff, Da D will make him die.

If he doesn't hand over the staff, Deng Bo will make him die.

With death on both sides, Chuiji made a decision he would regret for the rest of his life: simply offend neither side, wait for them to finish fighting, and give it to whoever wins.

To avoid being caught in the crossfire, Chuiji called his Majai, Si Yan Ming: "Take this staff and go back to the Mainland."

"Yes, I understand, Uncle."

Si Yan Ming tucked the Dragon Head Staff into his pocket.

Little did he know, the outcome of offending neither side is offending both.

The next evening, Si Yan Ming finished the procedures and boarded the Sunshine Bus heading to the Mainland. Now that the two places had established trade, there were Hong Kong citizens going to the Mainland to visit relatives every day; where there is demand, there is a market.

Sunshine Bus had opened long-distance bus routes from Hong Kong to various parts of Guangdong Province and had opened many small restaurant rest stops along the way.

Boarding the long-distance sleeper bus, Si Yan Ming breathed a sigh of relief. He carefully placed the Dragon Head Staff under his pillow.

Little did he know, behind him to the left, Lao Yu was lying on a sleeper berth, revealing a meaningful smile.

The sleeper bus rocked back and forth. As the night deepened, a faint fragrance drifted through the sleeper area, and soon Si Yan Ming and everyone else fell into a deep sleep.

"Screech."

The bus stopped slowly. A Mercedes-Benz SUV and a large truck pulled over to the side of the road.

Lao Yu took the Dragon Head Staff from under Si Yan Ming's pillow, got off the bus, and handed it to Chen Jiajun: "Boss, mission accomplished."

Unzipping the leather bag, the Dragon Head Staff of Wo Shing was now in Chen Jiajun's hands.

Chen Jiajun handed it to the antique expert and aging expert that Xiyan had brought from Kowloon Walled City: "Hurry, you have at most half an hour."

"Dalbergia odorifera wood, don't worry, we can get it done very quickly."

That old master did not ask any more questions and took the Dragon Head Staff onto a van; this van had long since been converted into a simple workshop.

Half an hour later, a Dragon Head Staff that was ninety percent similar to the one belonging to Wo Shing appeared before Chen Jiajun.

Moreover, this Dragon Head Staff had been artificially aged and even had a patina on it.

That was already enough.

In any case, those high-ranking members of Wo Shing had not seen the Dragon Head Staff many times; who would go and investigate the authenticity of the Dragon Head Staff?

Hiding the forged Dragon Head Staff under Si Yan Ming's pillow, Chen Jiajun watched the bus depart, took a deep drag of his cigar, and dropped the butt to crush it.

"Let's go, head back, let us see what secrets are actually inside the staff."

Just at this moment, several halogen headlights from cars shone from not far away, and five or six cars stopped before them almost simultaneously.

Director of Political Department He Guorong and Superintendent Bai Shibin led a large group of fully armed Gweilo agents out of the cars, each carrying Browning Pistols that clearly did not belong to the standard issue of the Hong Kong police force.

Lao Yu, Ya Qi, and the others immediately blocked in front of Chen Jiajun, drawing their handguns one after another to face them.

"No need to be nervous, my friend."

He Guorong pushed aside the Political Department agents, revealing a smile he considered warm: "Sir, please hand over the Wo Shing Dragon Head Staff."

Chen Jiajun took a cigar out of his cigar case, lit it, slowly exhaled a mouthful of thick smoke, and said: "Big Sir, what are you talking about? I don't understand."

Chen Jiajun secretly threw the Dragon Head Staff into his space.

"My subordinates have already seen it, Mr. Chen. All along, our Political Department has had a good relationship with your Hung Hing. The Dragon Head Staff is of great use to our Political Department."

He Guorong took out a pack of white Marlboros, lit one, and said slowly.

Chen Jiajun smiled and said: "What secrets are actually inside the Dragon Head Staff?"

He Guorong waved at his subordinates, "Dalao Jun, I have let them put their guns away; shouldn't you do the same?"

The Political Department agents pointed their muzzles downward without putting them back into their holsters.

Chen Jiajun also waved at his brothers, and the brothers also pointed their muzzles downward without relaxing their vigilance.

"Hand the Dragon Head Staff to me?" The smile on He Guorong's face grew even wider; he walked forward and extended his hand toward Chen Jiajun.

"Big Sir, I am very curious, why is the Political Department so interested in the Dragon Head Staff of Ahong Kong triad?" Chen Jiajun continued to press.

"Money? How much? I'll give it to you right now?"

He Guorong knew that there were some things that absolutely could not be told to Chen Jiajun.

"Or perhaps, I will propose to the Queen's honors list to grant you a CBE title, and if you help our Political Department do a few more trivial little things, you will be given a KBE title when the time comes."

As the true top brass of the Hong Kong government, if the Political Department really wanted to push him to the top, Chen Jiajun knew this was not a difficult task.

The British Empire Medal has five levels: Knight Grand Cross — GBE, Knight Commander — KBE, Commander — CBE, Officer — OBE, Member — MBE.

The KBE ranks second; don't look at it as only ranking second, but the number of people who can obtain this medal is very few, and everyone who obtains this honor is an outstanding talent in their respective fields, such as the first Commissioner of the ICAC, Ji Da, or the great director Hitchcock.

Bao Jueshi and Shao Yifu, they were only CBEs.

(End of this chapter)