Reborn in Hong Kong Island, I can see loyalty

Chapter 625 Dock Rectification

Colin's design outlined the framework, Marry's operations filled in the flesh and blood, Salina's greenery gave it soul, and Ye Haoxuan's overall coordination made it all blend together perfectly.

As evening approached, Colin finished the on-site measurements and walked over to Ye Haoxuan: "Mr. Ye, the on-site measurement data has been recorded, and I will produce the final design drawings within a week. This stadium has great potential and will definitely become a landmark venue on Hong Kong Island once completed."

"Thank you for your hard work, Mr. Colin." Ye Haoxuan extended his hand to shake his. "If there's anything we need to discuss later, please feel free to contact us."

Marry also came over and handed over a schedule:

"I have developed a detailed plan for the project. The bidding process for the clubhouse design will begin next week, and membership recruitment will start after the stadium is topped out. We expect to be able to start trial operation in six months."

Serena then presented a planting list: "The purchase of green plants has been arranged. Once the design is finalized, we can start planting and strive to complete most of the landscaping work before the rainy season arrives."

Ye Haoxuan looked at the three of them, his eyes full of approval:

"Everyone has worked hard. The golf course is an important amenity of the villa complex and an integral part of our efforts to create a stable life. I believe that with everyone's hard work, this place will become a great place for us to relax with our families and friends, and it will also become a shining landmark of Hong Kong Island."

As the sun sets, its golden rays cast long shadows across the open space.

The sounds of waves crashing on the shore, wind rustling through leaves, and blueprints turning mingled together, creating a symphony full of hope.

This adds another vibrant stroke to the blueprint of the seaside villa complex, and the vision of a stable and beautiful life slowly unfolds amidst the greenery and sea breeze.

the next day.

As dawn broke, the West Wharf was already shrouded in mist.

The moored cargo ships stood silent like giant beasts, the steel frames of cranes looming in and out of sight in the fog, the air thick with the salty smell of the sea and the musty odor of the cargo – this place was once a major smuggling hotspot on Hong Kong Island. After Lam Wai-lok's downfall, scattered gangs seized the opportunity to take over, and smuggling and illegal immigration resurfaced. Now, Yip Ho-hin wants to restore order to this dock.

Prince, dressed in black overalls with a short stick at his waist, followed by twenty Hung Hing core members, stepped steadily onto the concrete ground of the dock.

His gaze swept over the group of idlers gathered on the shore. Most of these people were informants for various small gangs, who were watching the loading and unloading of cargo ships and taking advantage of the chaos. When they saw the prince and his party approaching menacingly, they all lowered their heads and avoided his gaze.

"Listen up, all of you!" The Crown Prince's voice boomed, piercing through the morning mist. "From today onwards, the West Wharf is under the control of Hung Hing! All loading and unloading of goods must be registered and recorded. The possession of contraband is strictly prohibited. No gang is allowed to set up checkpoints at the wharf to collect fees or interfere with transactions. Violators will not be spared by me, the Crown Prince!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a bald, burly man stepped out from the crowd. It was Ah Biao, a local thug. He glanced at the prince sideways, his tone defiant:

“Brother Prince, what you’re saying isn’t right, is it? The profits at the Western District Wharf have always been shared equally by everyone. Why should Hung Hing just take it all for themselves?”

"Based on the current underground order in Hong Kong, Mr. Ye has the final say!" The prince stepped forward, his aura sharp and imposing. "Lin Huai Le has fallen, and you still want to make a living by smuggling? I advise you to be sensible and take your men and get out of here, or you'll be leaving the docks in disgrace today!"

Ah Biao's expression changed, and the people around him all pulled out their weapons, instantly creating a tense atmosphere.

The Hung Hing core members behind the prince were equally ruthless, raising their hands to reveal short sticks and steel pipes hidden at their waists, staring fiercely at their opponents.

"Want to fight?" The prince sneered, and rushed forward first, punching Ah Biao in the face.

Ah Biao screamed in agony as blood instantly flowed from his nose. Before he could react, the Crown Prince pinned him to the ground with his knee, rendering him immobile.

"Who else wants to try?" The prince looked around, his voice icy.

Seeing this, the remaining people dared not step forward, and they all dropped their weapons and retreated in fear.

The prince gestured to his men to take A Biao away, then shouted to the crowd:

"Those who want to stay and work, register according to the rules, and Hung Hing will pay you your wages; those who want to leave, get out now and don't come back to cause trouble!"

A commotion arose in the crowd, but most chose to stay – they were mostly unemployed, just trying to make a living with the gangs, and now that they had legitimate work, they naturally didn't want to take any more risks.

The Crown Prince had someone bring a registration book, and recorded names and identity information one by one. He then divided the work into three groups: loading and unloading, patrolling, and registration, with clear division of labor.

"The loading and unloading team is paid by piecework and is not allowed to take goods privately; the patrol team circles the dock every hour and reports any suspicious persons immediately; the registration team carefully checks the list of each batch of goods and is not allowed to omit or misrecord."

After making the arrangements, the prince went to the dock office, picked up his mobile phone, and dialed Ye Haoxuan's number:

"Brother Xuan, the West District Wharf is under initial control. I've taken down the local thug, A Biao, and the rest are willing to follow the rules. I've arranged for registration and patrols to ensure that smuggling will not occur again."

“Well done.” Ye Haoxuan’s voice came through the receiver. “In addition, have the registration team compile all the cargo lists and report them to Tony every day. He will coordinate with customs to verify the cargo information and eliminate smuggling loopholes.”

"Received!" the Crown Prince replied, and after hanging up the phone, immediately ordered someone to follow up.

He walked to the edge of the pier and watched as cargo ships began loading and unloading goods in an orderly manner. He felt much more at ease as the patrol team walked along the shore. The Western District Pier is an important cargo hub on Hong Kong Island. Controlling it can not only prevent smuggling, but also provide logistical support for Hung Hing's compliant industries, killing two birds with one stone.

Meanwhile, at smuggling points in the southern part of Hong Kong Island, Lian Haolong was leading his men in a search.

This is a desolate beach with many reefs. At high tide, the seawater submerges most of the sand, making it a common passage for illegal immigrants.

Lian Haolong, dressed in camouflage, held binoculars and stared at the distant sea with eyes as sharp as an eagle's.