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Chapter 1489 Returning with a Full Load
We talked a lot this time.

Because Wang Yan didn't just provide them with herbal tea and call it a day. Herbal tea was an expanded source of revenue, and there were many other businesses surrounding it.

For example, sourcing medicinal herbs from inland areas or distributing herbal tea. Since distribution is involved, logistics business naturally follows. Later, when business expands to Southeast Asia, the convenience of sea freight can be leveraged to develop shipping, which can also generate substantial profits.

All these factors combined result in a workforce of tens of thousands.

The rules for these matters all need to be set by Wang Yan. The people in the New Territories are still somewhat lacking in the ability to make money. They can make money because they have a large number of people and can control both the black and white factions, but they don't have many ideas or innovations.

Wang Yan has a mature development path and model. He has used this approach of starting with herbal tea before, giving it to the New Territories. With frequent communication and remote command, coupled with their own power, they can ensure a stable situation and then expand and make a fortune.

At one table, the bigwigs raised questions, Wang Yan answered them, and a group of people sitting behind them took notes. Afterwards, they would go back and organize the notes, and then discuss where to build the factory and how many workers to assign to each family, based on their needs. Wang Yan was only responsible for development; the rest was up to them to decide.

Even Old Liang didn't say much. He was quite old, and he didn't eat or drink much. After a simple meal, he just sat there drinking tea. Only when he was curious or puzzled would he interrupt and ask about the purpose of Wang Yan's various arrangements.

After receiving the answer, he smiled and nodded, calmly continuing to drink his tea...

The discussion continued into the evening before the matter was considered to be preliminarily concluded. Under the notary office of Elder Liang, Wang Yan signed a contract with the five major families of the New Territories, bearing his own name, with the profits to be given to the Hechuan Commune.

In other words, this share belongs to him; he's using the profits to support the development of Hechuan Commune. Once Hechuan Commune is established, he won't need the money anymore. He can then use it for other charitable causes, maximizing its impact. This also prevents the people of Hechuan Commune from becoming complacent, unambitious, and ideologically distorted.

Mr. Liang said he would report this matter to the capital, as a way to register Wang Yan's case in Beijing.

Of course, it's not just matters involving cooperation with the New Territories for development that need to be reported.
This matter may not seem like a big deal, but it's certainly not insignificant; it has a considerable impact.

This has different meanings for all the community groups on Hong Kong Island.

They didn't understand why they'd bring out such a contestant to intimidate people. This reflected in their behavior afterwards, leading to a period of relative calm and stability. During this time, the work here proceeded much more smoothly.

Wang Yan said, "It's all because of your kindness and care. I wanted to go to the capital to report, but I had no way to do so. Please have someone from the Peng family send me a letter, and I will come over to solve your problem."

"You little monkey, are you going to solve my problems or am I going to clean up your mess? If I let you do it again, who knows what kind of mess you'd make of Hong Kong."

Old Liang looked displeased. "You said you wanted to stay for another half month. I don't care how long you stay, but you better behave yourself."

"Oh dear, Mr. Leung, you have to understand my difficulties," Wang Yan said, shaking his head and sighing. "I've noticed since I arrived here that the people here aren't very welcoming to us from the mainland. I'm not trying to undermine unity, I'm just telling the truth. Those who keep their word in the New Territories are all here."

Even you young people from the New Territories look down on us. As for other places, it's even worse. When we speak with a regional accent, people passing by despise us. And what's worse, those who illegally immigrate from the mainland, having not made much money, also look down on us mainlanders?

Capitalism is harmful; it distorts people's minds. It's not entirely accurate to say they're all about money; the people of Hong Kong are wealthier than us, but their wealth is limited. The vegetables, meat, and water they eat are all guaranteed by us. How can they be so arrogant? Huh? Who's indulging their bad habits?
Mr. Liang, it's impossible for me to say I don't cause trouble. I can guarantee I won't actively seek trouble, but I can't resist trouble coming after me. Those scoundrels, ganging up in groups of three or five, strutting around, harassing women in the street, fighting, doing drugs, gambling—what kind of scum are they?

We go out for a stroll, exchange a few words, and they come up to us, trying to trick us and cause trouble. They beat us, enjoying it immensely, but if we fight back, they get upset and call in more people to gang up on us. Old Liang, do you think I can just give in?
You know me well, sir. If I could be so patient and subservient, I'd still be a carpenter at the Fengtai furniture factory, why would I have come all the way to northern Shaanxi? And why would I be here in Hong Kong, able to see you in person?

"You have a lot of reasons!" Old Liang glanced at the heads of the major families who were awkwardly laughing beside him, and lightly punched Wang Yan twice with his fist. "In short, I only care about the results. If trouble arises, the situation is disrupted, or stability is disturbed, then I will deal with you."

Wang Yan laughed heartily: "Don't worry, old man. If any fools dare to come along, I'll just make a little more money and start a newspaper in the New Territories. Our newspaper has too high aspirations and too grand a scope. The people of Hong Kong Island still have a small-minded mentality and can't understand such high-end newspapers. We'll start a small newspaper and focus on the suffering of the people."

Who was driven to bankruptcy, forced to sell their children? Who was led astray into drug addiction, becoming a major addict, losing their humanity and conscience? Let's also talk about how much money those foreign officials embezzled, which capitalists the judges colluded with, and how top lawyers navigated the complexities of politics and business. If this information is released, the people of Hong Kong will surely love to see it.

"Nonsense! We can't do things that disrupt stability. You're still young..."

Old Liang patted Wang Yan's arm, then turned and strolled away...

Wang Yan greeted the leaders of the New Territories amicably, ignoring their awkwardness, and then left with Old Man Liang. He saw Old Man Liang off to his car before taking out a cigarette and lighting it.

"Wang Sheng, you're still the most impressive." Peng Yunliang gave a thumbs up, indicating his admiration.

“Old Liang is the real master.” Wang Yan shook his head. “I’m just a monkey, jumping around like this. Alright, Peng Sheng, you’re busy. Don’t worry about us these next few days. We’ll recover from our injuries, learn to drive, and then we’ll go out and have some fun on our own in a few days.”

“I’ll stay with you, Mr. Wang. Besides the thugs, there are also cops. There’s bound to be trouble.” Peng Yunliang was now completely convinced. He stopped questioning Wang Yan’s actions and just did his best to help deal with some minor issues.

Wang Yan's destructive power was immense. His first arrival in Hong Kong Island caused a tremendous shock among the locals. Putting aside everything else, if this fighting prowess were used for ambush or assassination in a head-on confrontation, none of the Hong Kong triad bosses would survive.

Most importantly, Wang Yan didn't sneak in; he came openly and legitimately. If people didn't know Wang Yan's identity, that would be one thing, but once they did, they wouldn't have the guts to do anything, and they'd have to swallow their pride and suffer in silence.

Their concerns were largely the same as Lin Jing's. No matter how exaggerated or absurd it seemed, they were afraid that if it were true, no one could bear it... Back at their lodgings, Wang Yan prepared a table of food and drinks and ate and drank with Li Kuiyong. Next to them, Zhong Yuemin and Zheng Tong, whose heads had been beaten into a pig's head, lay on the bed.

"Brother Yan, you're really killing us with your spirit!" Zheng Tong exclaimed. "You know, we've been beaten up like this by that guy, and you're still here eating and drinking, making us envious."

"Hmm, I must say, it might not taste that good, but it smells really tempting." Zhong Yuemin chuckled foolishly.

Li Kuiyong glanced at him and said, "Brother Yan, did you get beaten senseless?"

"Go away, you're the one who's stupid." Zhong Yuemin's movements were a bit too rough, pulling at his wound and causing him to grimace. "This capitalist place is just awful. My brother and I were just wandering around and we got this beating. Brother Yan, you have no idea, they even want to sell us off to work as illegal laborers. They're utterly heartless, they'll do anything."

"It's normal, isn't it? Didn't Peng Sheng say that the police and gangsters here are all in cahoots, worshipping Guan Yu? Some of the cops have 'undersea' members in the triads, which means they're registered and are official disciples. How good can you expect from a place like this?"

Wang Yan ate and drank heartily, then said, "Alright, let's talk about money. You two got a severe beating, but that's not a reason to give you more money. Even without that beating, I would still be causing trouble for these people."

“Yes, Brother Yan, we both knew what was going on before we came. We were just bored and didn’t know how to do anything, so we thought we’d just wander around. Who would have thought something like this would happen? Brother Yan, we don’t want the money. It wasn’t our right to have it anyway,” Zhong Yuemin said frankly.

Wang Yan nodded in satisfaction: "We all came together, so we should still give you what you deserve. I've made my point very clear: we can't give you more money just because you two got a beating. You saw it for yourselves; those comrades were stabbed and their injuries weren't minor either. So let's be fair and split it equally."

Of course, don't worry, there's definitely more money than that. In a few days, once you've recovered and can move around again, we'll go out again. Whoever causes us trouble, we'll make money off them. Nobody'll go back empty-handed, and we'll be able to live a comfortable life, at least we can enjoy mutton soup and big bowls of wide noodles for a few years..."

"We'll do whatever you say, old man. We'll behave ourselves anyway," Zheng Tong said, grumbling. It really hurt a lot.

Zhong Yuemin sighed, "I'm a big shot in Beijing, but who would have thought that I'd get beaten up so badly in Hong Kong that I can't even get out of bed? Sigh, a tiger fallen into the plains is bullied by dogs, and a phoenix with its feathers plucked is worse than a chicken..."

“You were just too hasty,” Li Kuiyong said, finding the two men unbearable to watch. “If you had been just two days later, you wouldn’t have gotten beaten up so badly. You two aren’t really planning to get your ID cards, are you?”

"Didn't they say they'd process it as soon as we arrived? Having another identity wouldn't hurt, what if we came back later? Who would have thought..." Zhong Yuemin regretted his decision...

The following day, the news of Wang Yan's coercion was reported in the tabloids and spread all over the place.

Besides that, the gangsters on the streets have become much more well-behaved these past few days, no longer swindling mainlanders as if they've been warned...

But old habits die hard, and the thugs who were used to being powerful only behaved themselves for a few days at first, and then they went back to doing whatever they wanted.

It was during these few days that the people Wang Yan brought were able to move around again. Wang Yan asked Peng Yunliang to find someone to teach them how to drive. After resting for two more days, they went to Hong Kong and Kowloon in a grand procession to experience the prosperity.

The petty thugs caused trouble, and some of their leaders even acted arrogantly, which naturally led to a conflict. As a result, they got a severe beating, and their boss also got a severe beating. Then, the core members of the gang stepped in to pay compensation and settle the matter. Wang Yan took the opportunity to get some more cars.

Wang Yan stayed for more than half a month. He spent his days wandering around with his men, and if any foolish thugs offended them, they would escalate the situation.

This continued for almost a month, and Wang Yan and his gang swaggered through the streets of Hong Kong and Kowloon. Not a single thug dared to cause trouble; they all avoided them. They had become familiar faces, and everyone recognized them.

Throughout the entire ordeal, the imposing Royal Police never appeared. Or rather, no one with authority stepped forward. While Wang Yan and his gang were beating up the thugs, some uniformed and plainclothes officers who happened to be nearby were maintaining order outside…

They dared not arrest him. If Wang Yan surrendered without resistance, the matter would escalate to a diplomatic issue. But if Wang Yan resisted and broke the policeman's leg, causing a huge commotion, that would be a serious matter that no one could bear.

Clearly, considering Wang Yan's actions since arriving in Hong Kong, he has acted with utter lawlessness and utter arrogance.

How could Wang Yan possibly show mercy to these cops who were all cut from the same cloth?

So it's best to ignore it and leave it alone. That way, it'll just be a minor conflict between Wang Yan and the club, and nobody will be able to say anything about it. This way, the big issue will simply be resolved.

No one came to deliver money or cars anymore. Everyone had bought their things and enjoyed the food and drinks, so Wang Yan took his leave.

Meanwhile, people in the New Territories had already begun setting up factories to produce herbal tea packets, which were then promoted by family members. Within just twenty days of Wang Yan's machinations, the herbal tea packets had gained a certain market share and were selling quite well.

After all, one packet of this stuff makes a huge pot; you might have to cook at least one pot a day, or at most two, so it's consumed very quickly. Once people accept this new herbal tea, they'll order dozens of packets at a time. For the New Territories, this rate of profit is practically like printing money.

Therefore, the people in charge of the New Territories are very grateful to Wang Yan and wish he would stay and personally act as their manager to make money for them.

This was obviously unrealistic, so they held a farewell banquet. After everyone had eaten and drunk their fill, they saw Wang Yan and his entourage, along with seventy-eight vehicles of various uses, off...

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