Chapter 195 Some Human Resource Strategies
The gangs and illegal immigrants in the port city are mostly remnants of the last century.
After several rounds of planning and control, the remaining die-hards are basically entrenched in Qinghe Lane.
Qinghe Lane is a small place, which means that various forces need to compete for the limited resources.
Over time, the familiar wildness re-emerged.
The truck driver leading the team drove about a hundred meters into Qinghe Lane and seemed to realize something was wrong.
I quickly stopped and honked the horn twice. A dozen or so cars behind me also stopped immediately and prepared to turn around.
But the roads here are narrow, and the streetlights are practically useless; under the night sky, it's pitch black.
The convoy could only retreat little by little.
A few men were watching this scene from a distance.
The man in the lead was exceptionally muscular, wearing a gray fisherman's hat, and his eyes inadvertently revealed a fierce glint in his gaze.
"What's going on? Old Wu just snatched a fish during the day, and now a whole school of fish has come to visit."
Someone next to him seemed to have thought of something and frowned in disgust: "Brother Liu, don't tell me you're up to some rotten fish again. Last month, a heavy truck came by, and it smelled fishy all over the place."
"I didn't smell anything this time, but Brother Liu, with so many trucks, could it be a fleet of trucks belonging to some boss?"
Upon hearing this, Brother Liu squinted and suddenly smiled.
"What's the panic? Check where the license plate is from."
"Wow! From the inland?"
The group's eyes lit up instantly!
Let's do it first and talk about it later!
On the small road, the convoy was still slowly backing away when suddenly, a bloodcurdling scream rang out!
The tour leader and driver were immediately alarmed and quickly signaled to stop.
When I got off the bus, I saw a burly man lying on the ground clutching his leg.
"How could you drive like that! What if you kill someone?!"
...
On the opposite bank of the river, a black minivan was parked in the shadows.
Cheng Sangsang watched this scene through binoculars and exclaimed in surprise, "Tu Xiaomao, it's true! They relaxed as soon as they saw the mainland license plate!"
Beside her, Tu Yao rested her chin on her hand, tapping on the map on the screen.
"Perhaps they felt less vigilant because they were separated by the sea and the distance was vast."
In the past two years, a certain percentage of the victims in some of the fights and robberies that have occurred in Qinghe Lane are from inland areas.
So she asked Cheng Sangsang to arrange an inland convoy.
But the drivers in the convoy were no ordinary people...
"...But why didn't they just rob them openly like they did during the day when they robbed that old man?"
"Why are you pretending to have been hit by a car?"
It doesn't fit the style of the underworld at all.
Tu Yao took the binoculars and looked inside. The man was rolling around on the ground, clutching his legs.
"Hmm...because they're testing us."
More than a decade has passed, and the local thugs in Qinghe Lane have probably become quite adept at robbery.
For example, that middle-aged man during the day looked like an honest businessman. It didn't matter if they took advantage of their numbers and blatantly robbed him.
The other party didn't even dare to call the police.
But now they're robbing a large quantity of goods, and they don't know anything about the other party's background. For them, setting up such a simple trap is very necessary.
“If the drivers are terrified and lack the awareness and ability to handle a crisis, it means that they are not backed by a powerful employer who can take further action.”
"On the contrary, if they act skillfully and experiencedly, then the employer must not be an ordinary person. Correspondingly, this batch of goods must be very important, and they will have to consider whether or not to take action."
Cheng Sangsang pondered, "So if I appear calmer and more composed when faced with danger, wouldn't that be more intimidating to the other party?"
Tu Yao immediately shook her head: "That depends on the situation."
"When we encounter danger alone, it might be better to show weakness. If you appear weak, the other party will lower their guard, and then you can seize the opportunity to run away!"
"...that's the case most of the time."
Cheng Sangsang thought for a moment: "...Just like when you and your brother got into the scammer's car before."
"right!"
"Understood."
Cheng Sangsang nodded seriously, but the next second, she leaned closer suspiciously. "Tu Xiaomao, you know so much."
Tu Yao was taken aback for a moment, then shrugged lightly: "I've seen a lot of TV dramas, and they're all filmed like this!"
"...Then I'll go back and watch it too!"
“Setting up such a trap has another advantage for them.”
Tu Yao forcefully steered the conversation back to the topic.
Looking across the river, he continued, "...No matter what, the people who were 'hit' have occupied the moral high ground; they can even cover up the fact that it was robbery."
...
On the other side of the river, the drivers got out of their cars one after another.
Most of the drivers looked to be young and middle-aged men in their thirties or forties, wearing simple work clothes, with dark skin and strong physiques, but they habitually hunched their backs.
Seeing the men rolling on the ground, each one looked more panicked than the last.
"What do we do? I've hit someone!"
"Old Cheng, it's all your fault! How could you lead the team like this, leading them into such a ditch!"
"Quickly, quickly, back the car out and get him to the hospital!"
Upon seeing this, the group of people hidden in the night revealed expressions of disdain.
"Brother Liu, these guys look tall and strong, but they're so timid."
"Alright, let's get started!"
Just as two drivers got into their car, a group of tall, muscular men suddenly appeared from all directions.
He yelled at them, "Hey! What are you doing! You hit someone and you think you can just run away?!"
Before the drivers could react, they were all pulled off the bus!
Old Cheng quickly explained, "I...we didn't mean to run away, we wanted to take him to the hospital!"
"Ha! What's the use of going to the hospital? My brother's leg is broken! Pay me back!"
Old Cheng stammered, "Alright, alright, that's only right. How much... how much?"
"One leg, it's worth at least a million!"
The moment the words "one million" were uttered, everyone's face turned pale.
Old Cheng was on the verge of tears: "We...we're out of money. We've used all our money to buy steel."
As soon as he finished speaking, the eyes of the people around him instantly shifted.
You're saying all of this is steel?!
At Liu's signal, someone immediately climbed onto the vehicle and tore off the outer film covering it.
He immediately shouted excitedly, "Brother Liu! It really is!"
A dozen or so truckloads of goods, worth at least several hundred thousand!
As if showing great mercy, Brother Liu said, "Perfect! I'll give you a discount; use this batch of goods as payment!"
"Haha, a few hundred thousand was exchanged for a million, you guys still got a good deal, didn't you brothers!"
Seeing this, the drivers seemed to realize something.
Old Cheng's voice trembled: "You...you did this on purpose?!"
As soon as he finished speaking, "bang!" Old Cheng received a hard punch to the face!
He stumbled and fell to the ground!
It took him a while to realize what was happening, and he quickly covered his face, begging for mercy: "Don't hit me, don't hit me..."
A hint of disdain flashed in the eyes of the people opposite.
"All looks and no substance, looks decent enough, but is so easily beaten."
This punch seemed to intimidate the others as well, and the scene fell into a deathly silence.
Immediately afterwards, dozens of people ran over from the other side of the road, skillfully climbed onto the truck, and began unloading the steel.
While unloading the goods, he mocked, "What do you mean by 'intentional'? You hit my brother first. This little bit of cargo you have isn't even enough to cover his medical expenses."
...
Across from her, Cheng Sangsang looked indignant, took off her binoculars, and couldn't bear to watch any longer.
"Tu Xiaomao, that's so mean!"
Tu Yao remained calm. "...People are sometimes like this. They do bad things but dare not take responsibility, so they need to find a cover to cover them up."
"But it's okay."
Tu Yao patted her and said seriously, "If they don't dare to take responsibility, then seize the opportunity, use their weaknesses, and force them to take responsibility."
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