Chapter 203: Refusing the Foreigner

After entrusting Jingkun and her mother's funeral matters to Chui Shui Ji, this gathering was effectively over.

Back at the bar, Chen Mo patted Gao Jin on the shoulder.

"A‑Jin, from now on you'll also be Great Prosperity's top boss. When you get to Shen Shui Bu, feel free to ask me for any help."

"Mo Ge, you'll always be my big brother; I'll still deliver the Shen Shui Bu hall's money to you."

For Gao Jin, any title of Shen Shui Bu's top boss is less important than Chen Mo.

Chen Mo smiled, "We brothers don't need to discuss this. Keep the Shen Shui Bu money for yourself; you don't have to give it to me."

Also, select twenty brothers from the training ground, and bring two hundred underlings from below to go with you to Shen Shui Bu.

Once in Shen Shui Bu, you can't go without your own crew.

Gao Jin nodded, "I understand."

Before, under Jingma's leadership, several major families in Shen Shui Bu got along well and were highly united.

Gao Jin suddenly became their top boss, and they might not be entirely convinced.

However, Chen Mo wasn't particularly worried about that.

Gao Jin had served as the chief steward under Chen Mo for so long; how could he not handle even this little trouble?

Chen Mo's generous treatment of his subordinates made every short‑stocked guy on Gangdao covet him.

As long as the lower underlings are subdued, those major families become rootless floating duckweed.

Whether to crush or accommodate, it's all at Gao Jin's discretion.

When Gao Jin secures the Shen Shui Bu top‑boss seat, and Han Bin's Greyhound secures the Wong Tai Sin top‑boss seat, their little group will have six top bosses in total, occupying half of Great Prosperity's halls.

Even if Jiang Tiansheng, the Dragon Head, returns, he'll still have to watch their moods.

That night, just as Chen Mo was about to go home, Shen Guodong entered the office.

"Mo Ge, there's a foreigner outside who wants to see you, saying he'd like to discuss business."

"Foreigner?" Chen Mo asked, puzzled.

He'd never dealt with a foreigner before, so why would one come up to him on his own to discuss business?

"Let him in."

Soon, a slightly plump foreigner in a suit and leather shoes followed Shen Guodong inside.

After entering, the foreigner immediately greeted Chen Mo.

"Hello, Mr. Chen, I'm Jeffrey Lawson; you may call me Jeffrey."

Chen Mo extended his hand and gave the foreigner a light handshake.

"Mr. Lawson, hello. Please sit."

Chen Mo and Jeffrey sat at opposite ends of the sofa, politely asking, "Mr. Lawson, would you like something to drink? Tea or coffee?"

"A coffee for me, please."

Jeffrey's courteous demeanor made Chen Mo feel a little uneasy.

Since when do foreigners become this polite!

Suppressing his doubt, Chen Mo instructed Liu Li Li beside him, "Li Li, brew a cup of coffee for Mr. Lawson."

"Alright."

Soon, Li Li brought over a cup of coffee and placed it in front of Jeffrey.

"Thank you, beautiful lady." Although Jeffrey kept his gentlemanly manner, his eyes stared fixedly at Liu Li Li's chest.

Seeing Jeffrey's lecherous look, Chen Mo frowned slightly.

"Mr. Lawson, I heard from your subordinate just now that you want to discuss business. I'm not sure what kind of business Jeffrey is in?"

Chen Mo's words made Jeffrey shift his gaze back to Chen Mo.

"Of course, it's a lucrative business."

Jeffrey took a sip of coffee and said leisurely.

"As far as I know, last night Mr. Chen already took over Jingkun's territory, becoming the biggest Triad boss in the Wang Jiao district."

"We used to cooperate with Jingkun; now, naturally, we'll cooperate with you."

"Oh? Please clarify, Mr. Lawson; I don't know exactly what business you're referring to."

Although Chen Mo was already suspicious, he pretended not to understand.

"It's definitely the white‑powder business," Jeffrey said proudly. "Mr. Chen can't possibly be unaware; Jingkun has been dealing in white powder."

"His product all comes from me."

Chen Mo now realized that the goods were the upstream source for Jingkun's drug trafficking. He came to Chen Mo to have him replace Jingkun and continue moving the powder.

"Mr. Lawson, I think you already know me. Regarding the white‑powder business, I have always kept a respectful distance."

"Between us, there's probably no chance of cooperation."

"NO, NO, NO." Jeffrey shook his head. "Mr. Chen, don't rush to decide."

"I know Mr. Chen doesn't like this line of business. But this is a time‑specific opportunity."

"Before, it didn't matter if Mr. Chen didn't deal in white powder. But now that you have such a huge territory, refusing this business blocks others' money routes; many in the Wang Jiao district will see you as an enemy."

"On the contrary, if you're willing to cooperate with me, I can not only provide you with low‑price, stable supplies, but also offer support in other areas."

"Even with the Gangdao police, we still have some say."

By this point, Chen Mo had already guessed who was behind the foreigner.

Since the 1984 joint declaration signed by the foreign government, many foreign senior officials on Gangdao have essentially reached the end of their political careers.

Like some officials of the Portuguese‑Macau government, they began scheming every possible way to make money.

The large quantities of white powder seized annually by the Gangdao police are, by regulation, supposed to be destroyed.

But how could these people watch the white powder being destroyed? It's all money!

So, under their operation, the white powder that should have been destroyed changed hands and reappeared on the market.

Jingkun was their black glove.

Jingkun helped them move the powder and make money; they backed him behind the scenes and helped him settle some official troubles.

Now that Jingkun is dead, these foreigners naturally need someone else to help them move the goods.

Having taken over Jingkun's territory and with his subordinates possessing an A-grade goods sales network, Chen Mo became the most suitable candidate.

Unfortunately, Chen Mo is not Jingkun.

"Sorry, Mr. Lausen. Great Prosperity has its rules, and I have my bottom line.

"I am a legitimate businessman; I never do illegal things. I will not cooperate with you."

Jeffrey frowned and said, "Mr. Chen, I hope you give this careful thought. Working with us would bring you many benefits."

Chen Mo shook his head and said, "I will absolutely never do something as destructive as drug trafficking; you should find someone else."

Hearing Chen Mo's firm refusal, Jeffrey's feigned gentlemanly politeness faded, replaced by an arrogant expression.

"Chen Mo, choosing to cooperate with us is your honor.

"Who do you think you are? If you don't cooperate with us, do you believe I can make it impossible for you to survive in Gangdao?"

"Then I really don't believe it!" Chen Mo also dropped the pretense of politeness with Jeffrey, "Bring on whatever you've got."

"Now, get lost!"

Jeffrey stood up, pointing at Chen Mo angrily and said, "Chen Mo! Don't be ungrateful."

Chen Mo couldn't be bothered to stand, simply reached out and grabbed Jeffrey's finger, bending it back hard.

"Crack!" a crisp sound, and Jeffrey's finger broke.

"Ah—" Jeffrey clutched his finger and let out a painful wail.

At that moment, the two lackeys at the door heard the commotion and rushed in: "Mo Ge, what's happening?"

"Nothing."

Chen Mo glanced at Jeffrey, who was still wailing.

"Throw this foreigner out!"

"Yes, Mo Ge!"

The two lackeys stepped forward, dragging Jeffrey out the door.

"Chen Mo, you'll regret this—"