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Chapter 1488 Showing Off
Lin Jing stood there, his eyes vacant, a cigarette dangling from his lips. Today, he had completely lost face.

Just two years ago, he led his brothers to conquer Tuen Mun and sweep through Yau Ma Tei. Who would have thought he'd come to this? He's really lost face; he'll be laughed at by all the thugs in Hong Kong for the rest of his life.

Even people who aren't involved in gangs will inevitably hear various versions of today's events from somewhere, and they'll tell them as jokes.

Watching Wang Yan sitting on the stool, drinking soda and chatting merrily with the thugs lying on the ground, talking about capitalism, feudalism, and the underworld, even with a thousand grievances in his heart, he could only sigh and say, "Only a mighty dragon can cross the river..."

Even more excited than him was Peng Yunliang, who had a million "Holy crap"s he couldn't express.

He knew that Wang Yan had once single-handedly defeated hundreds of people in the capital. But today's scene still made his heart pound; it was simply too ferocious.

He had to admit the validity of the "might makes right" argument. After all, if their fists weren't strong, they would have been insulted and humiliated today, and left in a huff.

Although Wang Yan has made a big fuss and extorted 800,000 yuan, which can be described as lawless, at least for now, the problem has been basically resolved perfectly.

As for the subsequent retaliation... Peng Yunliang glanced at the jovial Wang Yan, then at the death-looking Lin Jing, and then at the group of people who had come with Wang Yan, all beaming with joy. He figured that the Xin Yi An should be sensible...

"Wang Yan, now that we have the money, we can't possibly take it all back, can we?" The militia captain was quite astute, directly asking about the distribution.

Wang Yan nodded with a smile: "Captain Li is right, of course we can't take it all back. Look, not all of our comrades who came here are from our commune. Everyone has worked hard, shed blood, and suffered mental anguish, so everyone should benefit from this. Of course, we certainly won't divide it up privately. It's unrealistic for us to take such a large sum of money back; we might become richer than our entire county."

So, I plan to divide this money into several parts. We'll take 400,000 of the 800,000 and give it to the county. This is necessary; otherwise, if we cause trouble here, the county will only suffer from complaints from higher-ups, which isn't good. The remaining 300,000 will go to our Hechuan Commune, so the commune can set up two more factories or build two more roads, allowing the villagers to earn more money.

The remaining 100,000 will be distributed to the other communes that sent militia comrades over; this is considered an outsourced task that helps the communes earn money. We just collected over 20,000 inside, and that's our extra income. We'll buy some fresh things here to take back, and each of us will keep a few hundred yuan, and that should be about it.

Of course, it only counts when we get back. Comrades, I'm being cynical. You've all seen the situation here; they're a bit richer than us, but the situation isn't optimistic either. We need to stick together to avoid being bullied; otherwise, we'll end up like Zhong Yuemin and Zheng Tong, getting beaten to a pulp.

What is capitalism? Comrades, capitalism is that your very existence is the asset of capitalists. You work, they exploit your surplus value; you get sick, they still want to make a fortune off your medical bills; you get into trouble with a lawsuit, and before you even reach court, the lawyers have already skinned you alive. And then there are these scoundrels, each one of them acting like a rogue, driving you to the brink of despair.

"Wang Yan, don't worry. It was agreed when we came that if anyone dares not to go back, we will dig them out from the ground, break their legs, and take them back. They will be supported by the various communes."

Before, I wasn't sure if I could find the person, but now that I see the local gangsters, things are so much easier for them. We'll just have these people look for them." Captain Li spoke shrewdly, with a firm mind and flexible methods; he was a capable person.

Wang Yan laughed heartily: "Well said. Colleagues, don't do such unambitious things. If we develop for several decades, we'll definitely be much better off than here."

You might be wondering, why did it take us decades while they could do it so quickly? It's simple: because we have a larger population. You think we're poor enough? No, there are even poorer areas. The mountainous regions of Northwest China and Guizhou province, and the snow-covered areas, are all difficult to manage. We pursue development holistically, unlike them who concentrate development on a few small areas, allowing capitalists to make a fortune and officials to become complacent.

You don't understand what I mean yet, but in a couple of days, Mr. Peng will take us on a tour of Hong Kong Island and Kowloon, and then you'll know what "glitz and glamour" really means.

Everyone pledged their loyalty, saying they would never fall behind or stay on Hong Kong Island on their own.

Wang Yan believed in their sincerity because he had told them a lot about Hong Kong along the way, such as how the mainland provided them with water and food, how dirty the city was, and how drugs were openly available.

Of course, what's even more important is Wang Yan's fighting prowess and his lawless style. Without Wang Yan's iron will, they wouldn't dare to be so arrogant here. No matter how good they are at fighting, they can't defeat the people lying on the ground right now.

If they were to abandon their families and stay, and Wang Yan were to unleash his full power, they wouldn't be able to hide. Besides, there's the Peng family involved; they've gained a general understanding of the Peng family's influence here over the past few days…

Following Wang Yan, I gained more and more knowledge, and I realized that it was really difficult to make money here without encountering any trouble at all...

After waiting for a while, a convoy of cars drove up.

The leader, dressed in a suit and wearing glasses, appeared to be in his thirties. He scanned the scene, his target clear, and walked directly towards Wang Yan.

"Wang Sheng, right? I am Xiang Yan. Please forgive me for my rudeness."

Looking at the hand extended in front of him, Wang Yan smiled and shook it, patting his arm and asking, "Is Xiang Sheng very powerful? If I didn't know you were a gang leader, I would have thought you were a legitimate businessman."

Xiang Yan twitched his face and broke free from Wang Yan's hand: "If I hadn't sent someone to inquire around, I would have thought that Wang Sheng was a good-for-nothing scoundrel."

"You're not convinced?" Wang Yan smiled.

"Wang Sheng, you're not happy about being extorted for 800,000, are you?"

“I’ll keep it hidden.” Wang Yan helped straighten his tie. “You’re still a bit lacking; you’re looking down on me. But since you brought me money, I’ll let it go this time. We’ll settle things again if we happen to run into each other again. What are you waiting for? Give me the money!”

Xiang Yan, his face ashen, waved his hand, and one of his men came out with a box of money.

He said, "I have already informed President Liang about this matter."

"You're a reactionary and you still think you're right?" Li Kuiyong cursed. "Even if you find the teacher, it's your own fault!"

"Brother Yong is good at this." Wang Yan chuckled and took the money. "Come on, brothers, let's check each bill in front of you. Oh right, I forgot about these bastards. Brother Yong, go and make them line up and hand over all the money they have. This is our pocket money."

"Got it."

Li Kuiyong got up and walked towards the thugs, instructing them to line up and pay money one by one.

"Wang Sheng, why go to such extremes?" Xiang Yan gritted his teeth.

Wang Yan lit a cigarette and sneered, "You should just die already, damn it. You force people to sell their families and children, and you also traffic drugs and cheat and harm people. You haven't said you've done anything ruthless. I just ask you for some money, and you say I've done something ruthless."
"You scoundrel, if it weren't for the bad image you'd project, I'd be in for a beating when I get home. I'd rip your head off and use it as a football today. You're just a thug, what are you pretending for? You're only standing here trying to set fire to me; you'd have to offer Guan Yu (a legendary figure known for his cunning) countless incense sticks when you get home, you bastard..."

Wang Yan reached out and pushed Xiang Yan, causing him to stumble.

This action caused the bodyguards behind Xiang Yan to draw their guns.

Wang Yan charged forward quickly, breaking the arm of the nearest bodyguard, snatching a gun, and emptying the magazine in a flurry of bullets, piercing the wrists of all the bodyguards.

He then tossed the gun to Xiang Yan, removed the cigarette from his mouth, and exhaled lightly. "Xiang Sheng, so what if you have a gun? I have six million guns behind me! Oh, and thirty million militiamen! Who do you think you are?" Wang Yan's words were arrogant and domineering, and Xiang Yan broke out in a cold sweat. He was terrified by Wang Yan's fighting prowess...

Wang Yan glanced at him, then didn't say anything more. He went back to his seat, smoking and drinking soda, watching the militiamen check the money one bill at a time, and watching Li Kuiyong and two others squeeze money from the thugs one by one.

Peng Yunliang, accompanied by several family members with bruised and swollen faces, watched all this, speechless and at a loss for words.

That's incredibly fierce, absolutely fierce.

To put it bluntly, the Peng family couldn't afford to go to such lengths with the Sun Yee On, as it would be a fight to the death. But Wang Yan was ruthless and showed no mercy, driving people to their deaths.

He already knew that tomorrow's third-rate newspapers would all be headlined with today's incident. The Sun Yee On triad had utterly lost face…

After a while, Wang Yan finished checking the money on one side and collecting the money on the other. He stood up, stretched out his body in a starfish shape, and gave a big yawn.

Just as they were about to leave, Captain Li leaned close to Wang Yan and whispered, "Wang Yan, don't you think those vehicles are pretty good? You can use them to haul goods. Your brigade's roads have all been repaired, isn't it a bit strange that you don't have any vehicles?"

"Hey..." Li Kuiyong chuckled, "You know what, Captain Li, what you said is spot on. Brother Yan?"

"So authentic!"

Wang Yan gave a strange "hmm," and said, "Xiang Sheng, I have another small request. You see, our whole commune only has one old motorcycle, which isn't suitable. I see your vehicles are quite nice, and this car is also good for you. Could you please help us get some of these vehicles on our way back?"

"Wang Yan!"

"Hey, don't be so angry. You also came from the mainland. It's your responsibility and obligation to help the motherland develop and build."

Wang Yan chuckled and patted his shoulder, "Then it's settled. I'll drive the car away first, and you keep an eye on the border crossing afterwards. I just talked to Lin Sheng, and we'll stay for another half month to experience the glitz and glamour of Hong Kong before leaving."

"Xiang Sheng, don't let me leave in unease. If I stay, it will affect your sleep and your mood, and you might even shorten your lifespan. Then I'll be a sinner to our commune. A good person like you, so devoted to your country and supporting its development, deserves to live to be a hundred. Xiang Sheng, what do you say?"

"Take care, Mr. Wang!" Xiang Yan said, each word uttered through clenched teeth.

"Hahaha... Well then, thank you very much, Mr. Xiang, for your generosity. I knew you were loyal to us, Mr. Xiang, no matter where you go, you're still a descendant of the Yellow Emperor. You truly are a patriotic businessman, aren't you? Hahahaha..."

Wang Yan waved his hand and said, "Brothers, get in the car! Where's the driver? Come over here right now and drive us to Pink Collar. You guys come back on your own!"

The drivers looked at Xiang Yan with trepidation, but Xiang Yan made no comment. It was a middle-aged man next to Xiang Yan who waved his hand, and the group quickly jumped into the driver's seat and started the car.

A convoy of over twenty vans returned to Pink Collar in a grand procession.

After returning, Peng Yunliang found a medical team to treat everyone's wounds and give them tetanus shots.

Wang Yan also generously gave money to the Peng family members who had followed Peng Yunliang and fought alongside him, getting beaten black and blue. Each of them received a thousand yuan, which was a reward that exceeded their expectations.

This was in 71, and the monthly income of working people on Hong Kong Island was only a few hundred dollars. This thousand dollars was enough for them to save for several months...

Wang Yan, covered in blood, took off his clothes, took a comfortable shower, and changed into a suit and leather shoes prepared by Peng Yunliang, making him look presentable.

That evening, members of various prominent families in the New Territories gathered to sample herbal tea, and the gathering didn't end until midnight...

The following day at noon, Peng Yunliang came to find Wang Yan to have lunch and discuss cooperation matters.

This is a place with a strong ancient style, with exquisite interior decoration and various wooden furniture. There are already more than a dozen people present, with eight sitting around a table and ten standing.

Seeing Wang Yan enter with Peng Yunliang, everyone stood up.

One of the elderly men, who looked to be around sixty years old and was quite spry, said with a smile, "So you're Wang Yan? I've heard so much about you before, but seeing you today is no different."

Without Peng Yunliang's introduction, Wang Yan had already changed his expression and rushed over, grabbing the old man's hands and shaking them firmly: "Old Liang, you're absolutely right. I'm just an ordinary Chinese citizen. If I had to add another identity, I'd be an activist. But when I get back, I'll be a Party member."

This is the head of Xinhua News Agency's Hong Kong Island branch, the longest-serving official to date, who has made numerous contributions.

Old Liang laughed heartily: "You're quite cunning. I heard about what happened yesterday, and it's putting me in a difficult position."

"Old Liang, the reactionaries here are too arrogant. I'm just showing them who's boss. Otherwise, they won't even know who they are. They're a bunch of trash who've done all sorts of bad things. They really think they're someone important."

Old Liang shook his head: "Smooth talker, clearly doing his own thing, yet I have to clean up his mess."

"How about I share some with you? There are twenty-one minivans and a Mercedes-Benz. You can use the Mercedes-Benz as your personal car." Wang Yan fully demonstrated the naivety of a nineteen-year-old.

“Such a big organization, I don’t need your money, and I certainly can’t afford to ride in your car.” Old Liang said, laughing and crying at the same time. “You’ve already hit me, taken the money, and driven away. What’s the point of saying anything more? Fine, that’s it for this time. If you come here again next time, you better behave yourself, or I’ll deal with you.”

"Yes, yes, yes, I will resolutely obey your instructions, sir." Wang Yan laughed heartily.

With Mr. Leung's word, the matter was naturally resolved perfectly. The branch office head, who wielded considerable authority, handled all affairs on Hong Kong Island.

He waved his hand and sat back down: "Alright, let's get down to business."

So everyone sat down. Wang Yan sat down next to Old Liang. Peng Yunliang didn't have a seat here, so he sat in a chair at the table with the others.

This was the start of a meeting to decide the future of the New Territories. It was no exaggeration to say that if these people listened to Wang Yan's ideas, they could rely on their own strength and the support of the mainland to develop the New Territories and make it thrive.

Achieving shared prosperity in a family-led manner, on another level...

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