Hong Kong variety show: I Am a Tycoon

Chapter 173 Unable to move an inch, hated by everyone!
After leaving Oriental Daily News, Chan Ka-Chun immediately went to Tuen Mun.

After the dinosaur's death, Chan Ka-Chun immediately promoted Ong to head of Tuen Mun.
However, Orn was only obsessed with machinery and forging and had no interest in the affairs of the gang, so he handed things over to Lu Jinqiang to manage.

"Ada."

Lu Jinqiang, along with Lu Jianbo, Lu Yongfu, and others, came to Chen Jiajun.

"You did a good job with the Jordan bar. Now, find me another batch of elderly men and women, the more the better."

Those who play chess will get 100 yuan, and those who fight will get 300 yuan.

Furthermore, a bucket of excrement costs ten dollars, transported to Yau Tsim Mong. This needs to be prepared in advance; in a few days, the whole of Hong Kong will be doing it.

Chen Jiajun gave the instructions.

“Received, Ah Da!” Lu Jinqiang nodded.

Chen Jiajun continued, "Also, find a few dozen unfamiliar Tuen Mun thugs and go to Yau Tsim Mong tomorrow. If you see Yue Nanzi, beat him up and tell him that Yue Nanzi stole job opportunities from the New Territories. 300 per person, all-inclusive coverage for injuries, 200,000 for death."

"Yes!" Lu Jinqiang nodded excitedly.

Oriental Daily acted quickly.

That evening, Ma Chengkun brought a sample copy of the newspaper to Chen Jiajun.

The homepage headline exposed the North-South armed conflict that occurred at the boat people's center back then.

The Vietnamese refugees who came to Hong Kong were divided into two types.

One group consisted of people from South Vietnam, primarily overseas Chinese. These people knew that life abroad was peaceful and that hard work could earn them money, so they were generally well-behaved in Hong Kong. They had the advantage of language and quickly integrated into Hong Kong society.

The other group is from the North Vietnam. These Vietnamese are disliked by most Hong Kong people. Ah Zha, Ah Hu, and Tony belong to the North Vietnam.

During the North-South armed conflict, 2000 North Vietnamese refugees used homemade weapons to attack South Vietnamese refugees.

In this brawl, 230 people were burned alive and hundreds were seriously injured!
The Hong Kong Royal Police deployed the Special Duties Unit (SDU) to suppress the incident!
……

Immediately following, another report emerged about a brawl at the Wanghoushi refugee camp caused by North Vietnamese refugees demanding protection money from overseas Chinese in South Vietnam.

……

"Ah Jun, how is it?" Ma Chengkun looked at Chen Jiajun with a hint of expectation.

After reading the related report, Chen Jiajun flicked the newspaper and gave a thumbs up: "Professional matters should indeed be left to professionals. But we still need to work harder! Let's make this fire burn even brighter!"

"Of course, our Oriental Daily has the highest circulation in Hong Kong! Also, the numerous bloody crimes committed by Yue Nanzai in Hong Kong could not be reported in a month."

Ma Chengkun said with a hint of smugness.

"Have someone print an additional million copies immediately, and I'll send someone over to pick them up." Chen Jiajun extended his hand to Ma Chengkun.

"Happy cooperation!"

……

"Free newspapers are being distributed!"

"Everyone, come and see!"

The next day, just as dawn broke, people began distributing newspapers for free throughout the streets and alleys of Hong Kong.

"Hey, is the Oriental Daily being given away for free?"

A uniformed policeman, who had just finished his night shift, yawned as he spoke to a newspaper deliveryman.

"Officer, of course it's free. Even if you don't read it, you can take it home to use the restroom." The man said, handing a copy of the Oriental Daily News to the other person.

The uniformed policeman flipped to the front page of the newspaper, shook his head helplessly, and said, "I was involved in the massacre at the boat people's center..."

……

Kowloon.

"Are there free newspapers?"

An uncle who was exercising early in the morning took the Oriental Daily newspaper and angrily cursed upon seeing the headline: "Damn Governor Mak Lai-ho, the Hong Kong hawks are ruthless, treating us Hong Kong people like innocent victims!"

Several uncles and grandmothers nearby, upon hearing the uncles' angry curses, immediately joined in the discussion.

Hong Kong citizens have long harbored resentment towards North Vietnamese refugees, and without Chen Jiajun's instigation, they were already hurling insults.

"Damn it! My house was destroyed in the Shek Kip Mei fire in 1953. I've been applying for public housing for 17 years and still haven't been able to get it. Damn Hong Kong Eagle has already spent 2 million HKD on North Vietnam every year!"

"It's not just 2 million, it's at least 5 million every year!"

"Where did all this money come from? It's all Hong Kong people's money!"

"The northern Vietnamese are vampires who suck the blood out of us Hong Kong people!"

"They don't just suck our blood, they're also stealing our jobs!"

"Shh, keep your voice down! Those North Vietnamese are really fierce!"

"Even if he's fierce, can he be fiercer than Hung Hing?"

"Do the Hung Hing guys have Hong Kong Eagles backing them up? The North Vietnamese guys have Hong Kong Eagles backing them up..."

……

"Hey, who gave you permission to distribute newspapers on the street?"

At 7:30 a.m., a uniformed policeman sensed an unsettling atmosphere slowly spreading through the streets and alleys. He immediately stopped a young demon slave. "What's it to you? We're distributing newspapers for free, benefiting the citizens of Hong Kong!"

The young demon slave retorted.

"ID card!" Upon seeing this, the uniformed policeman pulled out his baton.

"See this? I'm a citizen of Hong Kong!"

The young demon slave immediately pulled out his Hong Kong ID card.

The uniformed policeman took the ID card, examined it carefully, and compared it to the young demon slave. He immediately pulled out handcuffs and said, "Please come with me to the police station!"

"The police are arresting people! The police have now become thugs for the North Vietnamese!"

The young demon slave immediately roared excitedly.

The young demon slave's roar immediately attracted the attention of the surrounding Hong Kong citizens.

"Young man, don't worry!"

An elderly man wearing a white vest and glasses immediately stood beside the young demon slave and spoke sternly to the uniformed policeman:
"Fuck your mother, are you even human?! People are handing out newspapers for free here, what's it to you?!"

"Remember, it's the people of Hong Kong who raised you, not the dogs of the northern Vietnamese!"

"Come quick! The North Vietnamese dogs are coming to arrest people!"

The old man's loud shouts immediately surrounded the young uniformed policeman, who was surrounded by Hong Kong citizens who were pointing and whispering about him in a fit of anger.

Faced with a group of elderly men and women talking all at once, the uniformed policeman couldn't argue his point, especially since he was in the wrong. For a moment, he could only retreat.

Just then, an old man who was emptying the sewage in the morning shouted, "Get out of the way!"

After the old man finished speaking, he rushed into the crowd and poured an entire bucket of excrement onto the uniformed policeman.

In an instant, the uniformed policeman was covered from head to toe in yellow and white substances, a scene that was nauseating.

Grandpa pointed at the uniformed policeman and roared, "Eat shit!"

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Yau Ma Tei.

Inside a van, Luo Yong, an outsider to the Lu family and one of the five kings of Tuen Mun, was smoking a cigarette when he gave his final instructions to the thugs in the van: "Ah Rong, you know what to do next, right?"

The rascal named Ah Rong, whose real name is Lu Jianrong, wears black-rimmed glasses and has delicate features. His father is a Taoist priest.

Whenever his father became addicted, if the family didn't have the money to buy it, his father would beat and kick him and his mother, which made Ah Rong hate his father extremely.

Lu Jianrong's neighbor was a harmonious family of three. The elders all had stable jobs, and the neighbor's son, Shengfan, was the leader of the dinosaurs and could be considered a minor leader. Such a stable and harmonious family made Arong very envious.

At the age of thirteen, Lu Jianrong sneaked into Sheng Fan's house and stole 1000 yuan from a drawer.

Back then, 1000 yuan was no small sum; it could buy a lot of things.

When his house was burgled, Shengfan's father naturally called the police, and his first suspect was Lu Jianrong's father, because he was a fellow Daoist.

And just like that, Lu Jianrong easily sent his father to prison!

"Clear and understandable."

"Brother, if we do this for Mr. Chen, will you help my mother find a job?"

Lu Jianrong nodded.

In Hong Kong during the 1980s, education was structured like a pyramid. The Form Three Assessment Examination was like a formidable barrier for hundreds of thousands of secondary school students. Only 40 percent of these students had the opportunity to pass the Form Three Assessment Examination and secure a place to continue their studies in government schools.

Even if they pass the test, there is still one problem facing Hong Kong secondary school students: university.

Lu Jianrong was very smart, but his family was poor and he had long lost the opportunity to study in this city.

Luo Yong nodded with satisfaction and said, "Ah Da always keeps his word, you can rest assured..."

"Thank you, Brother Jiu." Lu Jianrong said confidently.

He opened the car door and got out, while Luo Yong, feeling uneasy, deliberately parked his car nearby and secretly observed the group.

After Lu Jianrong and the others got off the bus, they went around looking for work, but they were just students under the age of fourteen or fifteen, with skinny arms and legs, so no one would want to hire them.

After failing to find them, they soon spotted their target: a group of well-dressed North Vietnamese men, all henchmen of the Tony brothers. Lu Jianrong fearlessly blocked their path, pointing and gesturing at them.

"Hey, you North Vietnamese, go back to your Vietnam!"

"They've come all the way to Hong Kong to steal our jobs!"

"A parasite on Hong Kong!"

Enraged, the leader of the North Vietnamese gang grabbed a stick and began to beat Lu Jianrong and his companions in turn.

Lu Jianrong and his men were quickly knocked to the ground, their heads bleeding profusely. Even if they resisted, they were no match for these North Vietnamese men.

Just then, some Hong Kong citizens who were watching nearby couldn't stand it any longer. An uncle ran into the house, grabbed a kitchen knife, and roared:
"It's bad enough that the Hong Kong hawks make us their dogs, but these North Vietnamese refugees are even defecating on our heads!"

"Damn it, are you all blind? Let us Hong Kongers be bullied by North Vietnamese!"

I'll fuck your mother!

After saying that, Grandpa rushed inside with a kitchen knife in hand!
(End of this chapter)