Duel on the dilapidated dock 22

  Liu Ziguang now has two entities under his name, one is a authentic lamb skewer stall and the other is Zhu Wangzhuang's sand field. The night market stall was handed over to Bei Xiaoshuai for management, the sand field was left to Wang Zhijun in charge, and the coordination work of the sand transport fleet was given to Ma Chao.

  Ma Chao, this young man is only 19 years old, but he has a quick mind and belongs to the kind of person who can think clearly. The sand transport team has Liu Ziguo's two broken Dongfeng trucks, Xuanzi's three mud-headed cars, and eight rented cars, forming a fleet together. Ma Chao is responsible for communicating and coordinating with these drivers, and if there are any problems, he will report directly to Liu Ziguo.

  Ma Chao went to drive a truck, and the Honda Accord was left for Liu Ziguang as his ride. It usually parked at the entrance of the alley. As soon as he heard that the transportation team had an accident, Liu Ziguang didn't even have time to eat dinner, and hurriedly drove to the southern suburbs.

  Rushed to the vicinity of Nanshao Outer Ring Road, but couldn't see the shadow of the fleet. Called Ma Chao's phone and found out that the fleet had been detained and was parked in the yard of the nearby Traffic Police Brigade. Liu Ziguang hurriedly drove over and saw Ma Chao standing at the door with a group of drivers looking worried and frustrated. They were pulled over by traffic police on their way back after delivering sand, two law enforcement vehicles blocked them from front and back, first confiscating their licenses and then pulling out the ignition keys, without even explaining the reason.

  These earth-moving vehicles are usually unlicensed and have incomplete procedures, which gives the traffic police a reason to pull them over. Moreover, they scattered a lot of yellow sand on the road, polluting the surface, and had already caught the attention of the transportation department.

  "Brother, I wasn't careful and they impounded the car. They said we have to pay the fine before we can get it back." Ma Chao handed over a penalty notice with a bitter face.

  Liu Ziguang took a look and said, "Wow, 600,000 yuan! They really dare to fine us!"

  "How come there's so many?" Liu Ziguang asked.

  "This is still considered good, that leader, as soon as he opens his mouth it's 20,000, and if you retort back with one sentence, he adds another 20,000, I begged him twice and he added up to 60,000, I heard some people were fined even more severely, up to 100,000 or more is possible."

  "Who made out the bill? I'll go find him." Liu Ziguang was about to enter the courtyard of the inspection team.

  But the gate was closed and the inspectors had gone home for the day, so there was nothing to be done until tomorrow.

  Liu Ziguang heavily pounded the large iron gate with his fist, causing a loud clang. The old doorman emerged from the reception room with a fierce expression: "What are you doing?!"

  "It's nothing, just knock and listen." Liu Ziguang threw out a sentence and asked Ma Chao: "Did you keep that person's phone number?"

  "Oh no, I forgot! Look at me, I'm so careless!" Ma Chao slapped his forehead and said with a sigh. However, the quick-witted him soon spotted the notice board in the courtyard of the traffic police team, where there was a photo and brief introduction of the guy who gave him the ticket, along with a phone number and other contact information.

  "Xie Long, leader of the inspection team, phone number is..." Liu Ziguang read out while taking out his mobile phone to note it down. Just as he was about to call Captain Xie, his phone rang first, and it was Wang Zhijun calling.

  Press the receive key, and a anxious voice comes from the receiver: "Guang Ge, the ship owner called me and said that someone intercepted him at 16th Pier and didn't let him unload the sand. I'm too far away to rush over, what do you think we should do?"

  Liu Ziguang said: "You give me the ship owner's phone number, I'll take care of it."

  Wang Zhijun reported a number 150046*****, Liu Ziguang asked Ma Chao to write it down, after hanging up Wang Zhijun's phone, he didn't have time to deal with the vehicle being detained, and first called the boat owner.

  After the connection was made, the ship owner loudly complained that there were dozens of thugs on the dock side causing trouble, saying they had to pay protection fees, 500 yuan for a boatload of sand, or else they wouldn't be allowed to unload their cargo. The shipping business is already thin and low-profit, if we pay this money, it will be impossible to do business, you guys come and deal with it quickly.

  Liu Ziguang was worried and frustrated, endless troubles. Complaining was useless, hurry up and take Ma Chao to the 16th dock, let those drivers go home first, and deal with the problem tomorrow.

  Shili Wharf is an important cargo wharf on the Huai River, responsible for transporting coal, building materials and bulk goods in Jiangbei City. The ground is covered with coal dust, even the leaves are black, and large trucks often rush by, raising a cloud of black smoke.

  Freight trade is also lucrative, and there are many small-time hooligans around the 16th Wharf who specialize in this business. They belong to a relatively better group of people who play outside the city, and don't often interact with those who run bathhouses in the city. For a while, it's hard to find someone who can talk sense. It seems that Liu Ziguang has guts, bringing only Ma Chao with him to take on this den of dragons and tigers.

  At this time, the sky had gradually darkened, but a group of people were still gathered on Wharf No. 5, either standing or squatting, with cigarette butts flickering in the darkness. The tall crane had stopped working. Five flat-bottomed boats were moored by the riverbank, their open holds filled to the brim with yellow sand. The heavy cargo pressed the boat's gunwale and waterline level, and even a slight rocking motion would cause the river water to pour into the hold.

  These people on the dock didn't wear uniforms, they were all big and round, with a strong gangster air about them, wearing sports shoes and jeans, apparently not from the Harbour Bureau or Water Conservancy Board, but local hooligans.

  Liu Ziguo took off his jacket and threw it on the back seat, saying to Ma Chao: "Be smart, if not, you can withdraw first. It's impossible to end well like this."

  Ma Chao nodded and didn't turn off the engine of the car, then took out his mobile phone to call Bei Xiaoshuai.

  Liu Ziguang slammed into the car door, pulled out Zhongnanhai from his vest pocket, lit a cigarette and walked over, while the people opposite him slowly stood up, hugging their arms and sneering as they approached.

  There was only one stout man with a buzz cut sitting there smoking, looking like the leader. Liu Ziguang walked up to him and stood still, calmly asking: "Who is not allowing my ship to unload its cargo?"

  Hei Pangzi's face was full of horizontal flesh, and his smile made him look even more ferocious. He smiled with ill intentions and asked in a Northeastern accent: "Are you the owner of the goods?"

  Liu Ziguang retorted: "Who doesn't let my ship unload its cargo?"

  A group of burly men slowly closed in, almost all of them over 1.8 meters tall, surrounding Liu Ziguang from front to back and left to right, staring at him fiercely. Liu Ziguang remained unmoved, his sharp eyes locked onto Hei Pangzi's, not even blinking once.

  "It's me, Laozi. What's wrong? Not convinced? Let me tell you, my brothers specialize in dealing with those who are not convinced!" Hei Pangzi flicked his cigarette butt away and stood up, his massive body over 1.9 meters tall, wide and thick, like a wall.

  Such a fierce giant stood in front of him, but Liu Ziguang was not under any pressure. He sneered and said: "Originally, according to the rules of the Taoist sect, I would have given some money as a token of goodwill, but looking at your arrogant appearance, you are specially treated for being disobedient. Today, I will specially treat you!"

  "Line up, you little rascal! We'll give him a good beating and throw him into the river!" Black Fatty roared, and two men rolled up their sleeves to grab Liu Ziguang's arm. Before they could even stretch out their hands, Liu Ziguang's leg had already arrived, and with a vicious kick, he struck the two men, who fell to the ground without making a sound.

  "My god, didn't expect it's a tough one!" Hei Pangzi was greatly surprised, and even forgot to light the cigarette he just took out.

  "Hurry up, let's go, I'm in a rush." Liu Ziguang waved his hand impatiently and shouted at Ma Chao in the car behind: "Turn on the headlights, shine some light!"

  Ma Chao turned on the car lights, and under the illumination of two modified xenon headlights, the dock was bathed in a bright light. The ground was covered with thick coal cinder and yellow sand, surrounded by giant port machinery with rusty patches. More than ten tall figures stretched out, exuding a kind of postmodern decadent beauty.

  The Northeasterners were indeed particular and did not rush forward in a swarm, but instead came one by one to fight Liu Ziguang. Those who could stand in front of Liu Ziguang for two seconds were considered miracles, the vast majority were knocked down with one move, they didn't even see Liu Ziguang's moves clearly before flying out horizontally.

  One minute later, everyone including Hei Pangzi fell down, and under the illumination of the car lights, only one person was left standing on Wharf No. 5, that is Liu Ziguang.

  The boss of the flat-bottomed boat was stunned, his mouth wide open and unable to speak. He had seen some scenes in his time, as docks were always a place where all sorts of people mixed together, with fights breaking out over territory and business. But he had never seen anyone as formidable as this before.

  The river wind was blowing fiercely, blowing Liu Ziguang's white shirt, making a rustling sound. Ma Chao came up very timely and put his jacket on the old man's shoulders, saying in a low voice: "Xiao Beige has brought people over."

  Liu Ziguang nodded silently and lit a cigarette against the river wind.

  Hei Pangzi's physique is not bad, after being kicked by Liu Ziguang, he can still get up from the ground and walk over to say: "Brother, you're awesome, a real man, I admire you."

  Northeasterners who come out to make a living are straightforward and ruthless, and there are only two ways to tame them: one is to win their hearts with sincerity, and the other is to thoroughly defeat them. If Liu Ziguang relied on his numerical superiority to overpower them, they might not have been truly convinced. However, Brother Liu was able to knock down over a dozen of these Northeastern men with just one leg, and they were truly impressed and surrendered.

  "What's your name?" Liu Ziguo asked, tossing him a Zhongnanhai cigarette.

  "Big brother, I'm Meng Zhiqiu. My dad gave me this name, it means 'knowing autumn by fallen leaves'." said Hei Pangzi.

  "Hmm, quite picturesque." Liu Ziguang remained expressionless, but thought to himself that this dark and chubby guy didn't quite match up with such a refined name.

  "That's right, my father is a middle school teacher, big brother, what should I call you?"

  "Liu Ziguang, just call me Brother Guang."

  "Boss Guan, we wouldn't have known each other if we hadn't fought. My brothers and I are usually hanging out around the docks. If you need anything in the future, just mention my name." Meng Zhiqiu said, then left with his brothers, limping and staggering along.

  He walked out for over a dozen steps before turning his head and saying: "Guang Ge, today's matter was arranged by a big brother from the underworld. Be careful, they're going to deal with you."

  Meng Zhiqiu didn't say who it was, and Liu Ziguo didn't ask. He just nodded and said, "Thanks!"

  The crisis has been lifted, and the goods can be unloaded. However, all the trucks have been detained by the inspection team. Tonight's work is impossible to complete. The construction site will be shut down for a night, resulting in losses of tens of thousands of yuan. All construction sites operate overnight, and the delay in sand supply has affected the client's project schedule. How can we cooperate in the future?

  Call Captain Xie of the inspection team, always transferred to the small secretary desk. Liu Ziguang was very angry, with a surge of evil fire in his chest that had nowhere to vent, walking along the dark and shiny riverbank, thinking about who was secretly dealing with him.

  Making a fortune by delivering sand to construction sites is simply a million-dollar business. Liu Ziguang was certain that since his goal was the horizon, all he could leave for the world was his back view. Who cares about being a big brother in the underworld?