Reborn in Hong Kong, my cousin is Crippled Ho

Chapter 64 Going to the Camphor Forest, I'm Familiar with It

From the 50s to the 60s, my hometown was always short of Western medicine.

In the 50s, those patriotic bigwigs were smuggling large quantities of strategic materials.

Especially during the years from 50 to 53, there was a comprehensive strategic embargo. Huo and his group really braved gunfire and risked their lives to transport goods to support their families.

It is now 63. The embargo is still nominally in effect, but the West has loosened its stance internally, and Hong Kong has become the officially acquiesced "window".

Especially since the family was in the recovery period after three years of hardship, there was a severe shortage of supplies, and small-scale private exchanges, fishermen's private transactions, and production team private deals continued to exist.

Even the British Hong Kong government at that time discouraged and adopted a policy of turning a blind eye.

Drugs, weapons, and human trafficking are absolutely prohibited;

However, ordinary Western medicines, daily necessities, and light industrial products are not considered serious crimes. If caught, they will be confiscated and fined, but you will not go to jail.

Most importantly, the temporary unloading area mentioned earlier can be used as a cover for smuggling "legally".

As for those small gangs or smuggling boats that have no connections and can only get their goods from unlicensed docks, the risks are very high.

Many times, before the ship even reaches international waters, it finds itself without people or cargo.

Whether it was a case of being double-crossed by other gangs or intercepted by the marine police after they got wind of it, no one can say for sure.

Upon hearing Lin Yuanshan mention Western medicine, Biandanwei's eyes lit up.

He dipped his finger in the wine and drew a few lines on the table: "Mr. Lin, this is going to be interesting!"

The boat departs from Sham Shui Po Pier, passes the waters north of Lantau Island, then sails up to the Lingdingyang median line, and changes boats along the boundary shoal at Sha Tau Kok.

Next, all you need to do is connect with the contact person in Bao'an Commune, and you can make five times the profit in one night round trip!

"Currently, penicillin is priced at HK$1 per vial in Western pharmacies."

As far as I know, some people smuggle them back to their hometowns, where they sell them for as much as HK$8 each. Lin Yuanshan picked up a piece of roast goose, put it in his mouth and chewed: "I came from my hometown, and I won't mention that you have to sell it at a price far below the market price."

But I also have two requests.

I forbid you from touching drugs or people. If you get involved with these two things, we can't be friends anymore; we can only be enemies.

Secondly, given the current economic difficulties in our hometown, if we don't have enough cash, we propose a transaction plan that uses banknotes plus local specialties as a price discount.

Try your best to agree to their requests. We're all Chinese; don't be so ungrateful and only care about money.

Lin Yuanshan swallowed the roast goose, picked up his wine cup and filled everyone's glasses, then picked up his own: "Alright, I've finished speaking. If you agree, then raise your glasses; if you disagree, the door is over there, please make yourselves at home."

Tie Tou immediately raised his glass: "I'll listen to Mr. Lin."

Seeing that everyone's eyes were on him, Biandanwei reluctantly raised his glass: "Mr. Lin, although I, Biandanwei, am a man of the underworld, I am not so ignorant as to lack even this much awareness."

"Forget about those 'sworn oaths' you're making to fool children. My stance is in the wine. I'll drink first, you can do as you please."

After saying that, Biandanwei tilted his head back and downed the drink in one gulp, wiped his lips, and turned the glass upside down on the table.

Lin Yuanshan smiled and said, "I'm laying this out upfront to avoid any future misunderstandings or disagreements!"

Since there are no objections, let's proceed according to my plan, for it will last a long time, and bring prosperity and good fortune!

After saying that, Lin Yuanshan also downed his drink in one gulp. Seeing this, Tie Tou shouted, "Me too!"

After each person expressed their opinion, the next step was to discuss the details of the plan.

These days, there are too many people involved in smuggling in Hong Kong. Big businessmen and small vendors are doing it, and even triads and British people are involved.

Therefore, where to find the goods became an open secret in both the legitimate and underworld circles.

It's simply that I'm new to the industry and need to find a middleman to introduce me to someone, so I can make a profit for them.

Biandanwei guaranteed that for the first batch of goods, he could get 3000 penicillin vials, plus a kerosene tanker for sea voyages.

But how to get in touch with the people in Bao'an Commune? That was something Biandanwei couldn't figure out.

Lin Yuanshan lit a cigarette and walked to the window. 3000 penicillin sticks. Even if Biandanwei bought them from Hong Kong at a high price, he wouldn't get more than 5000 Hong Kong dollars.

However, once transported back to my hometown, this batch of goods is worth at least HK$24000, given the current economic conditions there.

Ordinary people have no money, no connections, and no protection; they simply cannot afford to take on this volume of goods.

Even along the Guangdong-Hong Kong border, those that could be taken over were inevitably the coastal communes, health centers, or county-level supply and marketing cooperatives located right next to Hong Kong.

These three entities, relying on the collective treasury, exchanged border specialties for Hong Kong dollars, and leveraged their grassroots management authority and personal connections to bypass border checkpoints, packaging smuggled Western medicines as collective medical supplies.

Actually, it's not so much that it was "opened up," but rather that it was a process tacitly approved by those above.

In this era, it is possible to serve as the director of one of the three grassroots departments related to people's livelihood.

Their level of ideological awareness is ridiculously high.

When told that the country needed him, he wouldn't hesitate for a second to slit his own throat, let alone bear the infamy of obtaining medicine from his fellow Hong Kong compatriots for collective use.

As for keeping a portion and selling it on the black market for profit...

It's hard to say what will happen in the next few decades, but it won't happen in this era because people in this era simply don't have such selfish thoughts.

Lin Yuanshan lit a cigarette, turned to look at Biandanwei: "Bao'an is fine with me, but I can give it a try in Chenghai Zhanglin Commune."

Zhanglin Ancient Port was the port where red-headed boats sailed overseas. The journey, including the open sea, was a bit long, but my hometown, Nansha Village, was separated from Zhanglin by a narrow strait, and we had strong ties, making it safer. The only problem was that it was impossible to make a round trip in one night.

"Sure! Safety first."

The boat departs from Sham Shui Po, passes Cheung Sha Wan, goes past Tsing Yi, circles the northeast of Lantau Island, passes Sai Kung, then passes the Ninepin Islands, and heads directly east to Nan'ao Island.

Wow, this way we can avoid the patrols of the foreign marine police!

Once we pass Nan'ao Island, we'll be safe. We'll head towards Laiwu, then the ship will shut down and drift away.

Once the signal to receive the boat from the shallows at the north mouth of the Dongli Town is received, the boat can anchor.

Including loading and unloading, the whole process takes about 8 hours.

"It's a bit far, but it's okay. We can make a living on the boat, have a meal or two, and not go ashore for more than ten hours. It's no problem at all." Biandanwei erased the previous line drawing and drew a new route.

Tie Tou stared wide-eyed: "Hey, Wei, how come you know so much about ships? You didn't happen to be involved in smuggling before, did you?"

Upon hearing this, Biandanwei flew into a rage: "Tch, have you forgotten my nickname? Biandanwei!"

Do you really think I would fight with a carrying pole?

I started out as a dockworker with my boss, Han Jinqing, about 10 years ago. I carried medical cotton and went with smuggling ships to support my hometown.

I have been in contact with both of the communes Mr. Lin mentioned.

"But back then, I was just a nobody; I wasn't qualified to speak to the director."