"It's loose on the outside and tight on the inside." Chen Ji took the tea cup, turned his wrist and took a sip, and said the truth in a deep voice: "The Mainland is investigating Shan Jianguo and Lin Dong."

"Among them, Shan Jianguo is responsible for the entertainment business in the mainland, involving drinks, young ladies, sexual bribery, etc."

"Lin Dong is responsible for the transportation of black gold and has a large list of interests. The list of real high-level officials is in the hands of Shen Xin, but there are also many small fish and shrimps underneath."

"We have to fight tigers and flies. In the near future, we should not take action against red oil, money laundering, daily chemical raw materials, and real estate business."

Shen Xin's five tiger generals have already killed one Guan Bing, leaving four people, two in the open and two in the dark.

Zhang Guobin knew that after the last "icebreaking operation", the police had obtained more evidence and had a deeper 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 and drank tea: "Then Shen Xin will not give up the daily chemical business voluntarily."

"You should keep an eye on Yuanxin Group's recent trends and see if Boss Shen is retreating in order to advance, or if he has other agendas."

Chen Ji nodded slightly: "I understand."

Zhang Guobin poured another cup of tea.

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

How could you give up a profitable business?

As the group develops to the largest scale in the South, Shen Xin alone cannot decide whether to retreat or not. Retreating bravely requires the environment!

The environment Shen Xin faces does not allow it, or there is a greater chance that he has other agendas. He can't suddenly change his personality and really want to be a good person, right?

He is not a policeman!

Chen Ji finished the tea, stood up and bowed: "Sir, I'm leaving first."

"Um."

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

"Thank you, boss."

…

"Brother Hao."

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

Jiangji Tea Restaurant.

Si Yanjie sat at a dining table, facing Li Chenghao who was chewing on pineapple buns and said: "Everyone will arrive on the cargo ship of Sinda Shipping and Global Shipping."

"There are three hundred and sixty-two people in total. The leaders are Lao Sijiu Fried Buns and Dashao, Dinan."

These three old men are all old people from Yau Ma Tei Tangkou. They have been in the society for more than ten years and are in their prime of life in their thirties. Every small problem on the street is usually solved by a few people.

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

Perhaps, in other societies in the world, calling them "Lao Sijiu" refers to aging with no future, but in Heyihai, all those who can be called Lao Sijiu are leaders.

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

When I really become a member of Yihai University, I can already be on par with Heyi Xiaozuoguan. If I enter the ranking of "Yihai Ten Elites" or "Yihai Five Tigers", my status will be higher than that of Xiaozuoguan.

One head.

Lao Sijiu is slowly becoming an "honorific title".

Li Chenghao, wearing a white suit, put the last bite of pineapple bun into his mouth, took out a tissue and wiped his hands, and said in a low voice: "Brothers, are you hiding it?"

"Don't worry, Brother Hao, they all entered the country illegally. You can leave immediately after finishing the work, leaving no trace 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. More than 300 people can't attract the attention of the locals if they disperse." Siyanjie pushed his eyes and said carefully:

"A hotel can only accommodate twenty brothers at most, and any tour group can have more than this."

"Furthermore, Shinjuku is a newly developed area in Tokyo. There are many illegal immigrants and migrants. There are very few local gang members, so the Metropolitan Police rarely investigates."

This kind of newly developed area can only attract real estate developers, but currently cannot attract Jianghu gangs. Gangs usually hide in old urban areas where there is plenty of oil and water, and in the countryside where power has evaporated.

The smoky and dusty development zone is a weak area for gangs, which just provides opportunities for other forces to settle down. The Tokyo metropolitan area has begun to take shape in the 1980s.

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

Li Chenghao nodded with great satisfaction: "More than three hundred brothers are enough to explore the road. How can we transport a batch of arms to Tokyo without guys in the world?"

He threw away the crumpled tissue, took out a stack of checkbooks from the inner belt of his suit, tore off a piece, wrote a string of words on the back with a pen, signed it, handed it to Siyanjie and said: "You

Take my note and pick up the goods."

"good."

Siyanjie saw the numbers on the back of the check and grinned: "Five hundred AKs, two hundred thousand bullets, twenty fireworks tubes, two hundred fireworks, and three boxes of plastic candies."

"Brother Hao, the Rijiao Gang is not as powerful as you."

"We foreigners are here, why don't we restrain our temper? After all, Brother Bing just asked you to go on an inspection... maybe to discuss business?"

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

"Just follow the instructions to transport the goods. You can transport more, but you can't transport less. When you go out, brothers must pay attention to safety."

"In addition, take this check to the bank to withdraw money, convert it into foreign currency and send it to the accounts of the brothers in Shinjuku. Let the brothers stay in the hotel normally and don't go out and cause trouble for me. It would be bad if it attracts the attention of the police and the Japanese."

Siyanjie took the check, looked at it, and said in shock: "Two million US dollars!"

"Brother Hao, is it too much?"

He couldn't help but said.

Two million U.S. dollars is converted into Japanese yen, and the spending power in Japan Island is very strong. Each brother can get more than 6,000 U.S. dollars, which is enough to spend two months in Japan Island.

Li Chenghao glared at him and said angrily: "Brothers, it's hard to go to Japan Island. I will definitely ask them to massage your feet, give them a massage, and visit a custom shop."

There was envy in Si Yanjie's eyes.

"Brother Hao."

"I want to go to Hishima too!"

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

"It's time for you to experience customs!"

Siyanjie nodded and bowed out of the tea restaurant: "I know, Brother Hao, I know..."

Five days later.

Tokyo, Koto Ward, International Freight Terminal.

An international cargo ship operated by Sindh Shipping was docked at the port. Several brothers were holding mobile phones and blowing wind 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 middle-parted hair got out of the car, raised the phone in his hand and shook it.

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

"Fried buns, from Brother Hao."

The middle-aged man held out a cigarette.

"Aqiao."

"With brother Xianshui."

said the delivery man.

The middle-aged man smiled and said, "I'll do it myself."

"Um."

The deliveryman lit up a cigarette, handed over a document bag, turned to point to the container being hoisted below the deck, and said, "All the original shipments are inside."

"There are a lot of things on the list, the keys and customs clearance forms are all in it, and the container is for the deck."

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

The middle-aged man opened the document bag, took a look at it, took out a roll of US dollars from his pocket, handed it over and said, "Brother, thank you for your hard work."

The young man took the U.S. dollar bill, weighed it twice, and asked without being polite: "How many days have you been in Japan Island? Are all the new cars on the road?"

The middle-aged man smiled: "The company allocated funds a few days ago. When I go out to do errands, I always need a few mobility scooters."

"I will accept the money, but I won't give it to you in vain. I also brought you a gift."

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

The fried buns glanced at Ma Zai, who immediately stepped forward to open his backpack and check it. There was surprise in his eyes, and he raised his head and nodded to the old man.

The young man delivering the goods said: "The things in the container are all big, and sometimes they have a bad influence. Considering that you need something more convenient in Tokyo, I specially sent over a hundred Black Stars."

"I don't have many bullets, but they are of the same caliber as the AK. I don't have enough bullets to open the container to get them. I'll give you 250,000 rounds. I'll give you 50,000 rounds."

The fried bun patted the deliveryman on the shoulder and said gratefully: "Thank you very much. I'll treat you to a sauna when I return to Xiangjiang."

"I'm going back to the ship first, so I won't disturb you."

The young man pinched his cigarette, blew out a breath, turned around and took his brothers on board.

Suddenly, he turned back and said: "By the way, you can't lose when doing things on Ri Island. They are just a group of losers. The debt they owe us has not been paid yet!"
To be continued...