Hong Kong Movies: I am Hongxing, what the hell is the intelligence king?

Chapter 172 Lin Sheng, I want it!
After seeing off the excited Liang Kun, Lin Feng received another call.

The leader of the Guangdong Provincial Public Security Department couldn't wait to call:

"Mr. Lin...what are the origins of these two batches of goods?"

Lin Feng burst out laughing:

"The goods are too good?"

The leader was sweating profusely:

"Our comrades were shocked."

When Lin Feng said that he wanted to send someone from his hometown to do a business deal, the leader didn’t think much about it.

Whether in his hometown or in Hong Kong, Lin Feng has an excellent reputation.

Not to mention my hometown, that is a model foreign businessman.

As for Hong Kong, their files are as clean as a blank sheet of paper.

Therefore, when Lin Feng said he wanted to import some goods, the leader arranged for Daquanbao to send someone without thinking.

Who would have thought that the goods brought back would be more and more exaggerated.

Listening to the stories told by those who experienced it firsthand at the ports, it is simply unimaginable.

What? When you walk into a unit, it’s full of cash, probably hundreds of millions!

He entered different branches at the same time and withdrew 10 million in banknotes in just one sitting.

What is this all about?

Lin Feng’s information was very complete, but they knew that Lin Feng had no banking business at all.

Then there are banknotes piled up all over the room. How did they withdraw money from the bank?

What made the leaders even more worried was that the comrades in Hong Kong had no record of the huge amount of money being lost.

This made the leaders even more uncertain.

He, no, the entire Guangdong Provincial Public Security Department, was eager to get an explanation.

Lin Feng smiled:
"I never hide anything about my hometown."

"The place where I picked up the goods for the first time, that unit was not mine, it belonged to Zhuo Ziqiang."

The leader was shocked:
"The peerless bandit Zhuo Ziqiang?"

Lin Feng wondered:

"You've heard of his name, too?"

The leader breathed a sigh of relief:

"Who hasn't heard of this guy's name?"

"It is rumored that he extorted 1.4 billion yuan from a wealthy man."

"Could it be... this is Zhuo Ziqiang's treasure house?"

Lin Feng corrected:
"This is not the warehouse where Zhuo Ziqiang blackmailed the tycoon."

The 1.4 billion yuan that Zhuo Ziqiang extorted from the tycoon had long entered Lin Feng’s private space.

Not a penny was left for Zhuo Ziqiang.

The leader was surprised again:
"Where did Zhuo Ziqiang get so much silver paper?"

Lin Feng disagreed and said:
"Of course he got it by blackmailing the second-richest man."

The leader was silent for a long time before saying:

"Is this guy blackmailing the second-richest man again?"

Lin Feng shrugged:

"Otherwise, where would I get so much cash?"

"Just tell me, do you want this kind of money?"

The leader said without hesitation:
"want!"

Zhuo Ziqiang's dirty money must be confiscated.

As for whether to return it to the second richest man...haha.

The leader relaxed a little and asked again:
"What about going to the bank to withdraw the money?"

Lin Feng was very surprised:

"Didn't Captain Shi report to you?"

The leader frowned and said:
"What are you reporting?"

Lin Feng sighed:

"It's about the Gold Club."

The leader immediately realized: "Is this the dirty money of the Gold Club?"

Lin Feng shrugged:

"correct."

"I was commissioned by New Union to find the gang's traitor. The foreigners were planning to use white powder to lure gang members into the water. They found out that we, Hongxing, were helping New Union behind the scenes, and they shot Jiang Tiansheng."

"So..."

"This money is a warning to them."

The leader pondered for a while, and suddenly asked:

"Mr. Lin, why do you hate foreigners so much?"

Lin Feng suddenly fell silent, and after a while he said,

"I can give you many, many answers, but from your perspective, this is the last question you should ask."

"Hong Kong is the Hong Kong of my old family."

"I don't need to tell you how it was rented out back then."

"I hate foreigners, shouldn't I?"

"What's more, the foreigners are now preparing to use white powder to bring disaster to the underworld and Hong Kong."

"I am a Hong Kong native and also an old family member."

"Well, I want to defend my hometown. Is that a problem?"

The leaders apologized repeatedly:

"I'm sorry, Mr. Lin, it's my fault."

The leader's tone was sincere and gratifying.

Lin Feng is now one of the top investors in his hometown, and he invests sincerely in the education of his hometown without expecting any return.

Because of this, Lin Feng's woman stayed in his hometown all year round and went into the mountains all day long.

How could it be possible for other investors?

Lin Feng holds a very important position in the hearts of his old family members. Some people say that people are judged by their actions based on what they say, and as long as they are generally okay, that's enough.

However, for Lin Feng, wouldn’t it be better if he thought about and did the same thing?
Now the leader has confirmed that Lin Feng indeed perfectly meets the expectations of the old family members, or in other words, he is a pure old family member.

This situation must be reported to the higher-ups. Hong Kong will be returned to China in a few years. There is such a person with great influence in Hong Kong...

That's a huge benefit.

"So what kind of loophole is this that allows people to withdraw money at the same time without being discovered?"

The leader is quite nervous.

Hong Kong is now much more modernized than my hometown, but even so, in just fifteen minutes, four hundred million Hong Kong dollars were robbed. It is simply speechless.

“There is no loophole, it’s just that the information between banks is not delivered in a timely manner.”

"Hong Kong's problem is that it places too much trust in so-called advanced technology. However, at this moment, the information exchange time between these banks is half an hour."

"Usually, half an hour is enough."

"Unfortunately, they ran into me."

"After this incident, I believe their bank's exchange time will be shortened to three to five minutes. Any shorter will be meaningless."

"As for my hometown, don't worry about it."

The leader is not convinced:
"There's less money back home, so we should be more worried."

Lin Feng smiled and said:

"In my hometown, if I want to withdraw a hundred yuan from the post office, I have to make a long phone call to confirm, and I have to make changes by hand... not to mention such a large amount of deposits and withdrawals."

"Even if you bring in a god, it won't improve the efficiency of my hometown bank any faster!"

"The only thing we need to worry about back home is the system that uses automatic computer banks, which means that there are only a few large cities..."

The leader was speechless. Does this mean that backward technology has its benefits?

"Then, there are only a few final questions left..."

"This action will not affect the stability of Hong Kong, right?"

Lin Feng answered decisively:

"will not."

"Zhuo Ziqiang was intercepted by us this time. The possibility is that he will go to the third or fourth rich man to continue kidnapping and extorting, or stop here."

The leader shook his head:
"Zhuo Ziqiang is nothing to be afraid of."

Zhuo Ziqiang chose to kidnap and extort people who were among Hong Kong's super-rich. He was not interested in kidnapping anyone who was not among the top ten richest people, so to ordinary Hong Kong people, Zhuo Ziqiang was really nothing.

If they knew about Zhuo Ziqiang's affairs, at most it would just be a topic of conversation at the dinner table or in a teahouse, nothing more.

"As for the Golden Club, I covered it up a bit so they couldn't find anything about us."

The leader is curious:
"Who did you use as a shield?"

Lin Feng laughed:

"Ansa garrison."

The leader lost his voice and said:
"How... to win over?"

The Anglo-Saxon army completely degenerated at the end of World War II and, along with India, became the object of ridicule by countries around the world.

He almost went bankrupt after beating a low-level mountain eagle, and his combat power... is just so-so.

But no matter what, they are still an army.

The leaders really couldn’t understand how Lin Feng could win them over to be his shield.

"It's nothing, actually."

"The Ansa garrison has been reselling arms for a long time. This is their old tradition."

"Now that their numbers have dropped dramatically and they no longer have to shoulder the responsibility of defense, their appetites have grown."

“They even dare to resell military vehicles.”

"I happened to know of a military truck depot they were shipping to Southeast Asia... so I borrowed it for use."

At this point, Lin Feng said with a smile,

"Do you think the people from the Gold Club dare to go to the Ansa garrison to question them?"

The leader laughed and scolded:

"Even if we give them the courage, they wouldn't dare to do it!"

That’s for sure. Even if they were given the courage, they wouldn’t dare to do it.

Lin Feng laughed.

"The only consequence of taking the money from the Gold Club is that Richard dies."

The leader was surprised:
"Richard, is that ghost police superintendent dead?"

Lin Feng shrugged:

"Yes, he was executed by his own people."

Leaders understand immediately:

"You used a military vehicle to transport the goods, and the people from the Gold Club mistakenly thought that you had provoked the Ansa garrison, so they killed Richard first to express their goodwill..."

"Damn Richard too!"

Drug dealers should all die.

Those who bring chaos to Hong Kong deserve to die. This is the attitude of the leader, and it is also Lin Feng's attitude.

This is Hong Kong, their hometown Hong Kong. They will not allow anyone to bring disaster to Hong Kong.

Richard deserves to die, the people from the Gold Club deserve to die, and George, the man who wanted to bring disaster to Hong Kong, also deserves to die!
At this moment, they were in agreement.

"Mr. Lin, I extend my highest congratulations to you for your work - of course, this is my congratulations in a private capacity."

Lin Feng laughed:

"Don't congratulate me, just cash it out."

The leader smiled bitterly, saying, Mr. Lin is such a wonderful person.

“How to cash it out?”

Leaders are now speaking very carefully.

Lin Feng shrugged:

"That's easy. Remember the message I asked Brother Bao to bring back? The one about shock therapy."

Leadership Tips:

"what do you mean?"

Lin Feng smiled and said:

"Some brothers in my society want to take advantage of Da Mao's troubles to transport some supplies over."

"Don't worry, I won't make things difficult for my hometown."

"We just want a stable production base..."

"Several brothers have said that we should invest tens of millions of yuan first to see if the big Russians in the north can digest it... If everything goes well, the orders can increase exponentially."

The leader was shocked:
"Really?"

"Is the payment made in Hong Kong dollars?"

Lin Feng smiled even more happily.

"You can also want US dollars."

The leader patted his chest and said:
"Leave this matter to me. As long as it is a light work product, there will be absolutely no problem."

Lin Feng assured:
"They are just light industry products. As long as they are produced in my hometown, we will take them. Of course, we will not transport anything that is regulated in my hometown."

"Please rest assured, leaders, we will always be legal and compliant businessmen in our hometown."

The leader laughed:

"What are you waiting for?"

"When will you send someone?"

Lin Feng wondered:

"Are you in such a hurry?"

The leader sighed:

"We also have the task of attracting investment..."

Lin Feng thought for a moment and said:

"Then I will go find them now, in these few days."

The leader was delighted:

"Mr. Lin wants it!"

After hanging up the phone, Lin Feng turned around and called Liang Kun:

"Brother Kun, where are you?"

Liang Kun said curiously:

"I was just tasting wine with Binnie and complaining about you."

"Is something wrong?"

Lin Feng smiled and said:

"I'll go join in the fun and talk when we meet."

Liang Kun laughed:

"Then come on, it's inside the bar at Kwai Tsing Benny's."

Lin Feng complained:
"You dare to call yourself a bar without even getting a liquor license?"

"Wait, I'll be there soon."

By the time he threw the phone to Li Fu, Wang Jianguo had already driven out.

With Li Fu around, Lin Feng doesn't have to worry.

Half an hour later, when the two got off the car at the door of the bar, Dao Zai Qing and his men were already there to greet them respectfully:
"Brother Feng, Brother Kun and the boss are waiting for you."

Lin Feng was speechless:

"We brothers don't have to be so formal with each other, okay?"

Dao Zai Qing answered seriously:
"That won't work. You are our Kwai Tsing's God of Wealth. You must be worshipped."

Lin Feng shook his head and was too lazy to say anything.

Hong Kong is a small place, and because it has been under the control of foreigners for a long time, it is inevitable that it has been tainted with the customs of the island country.

To put it nicely, it is extreme pragmatism.

To put it bluntly, it is mercenary.

This can be seen from the fact that in such a city, 70 percent of the people live by renting public housing.

As long as you have your own house, no matter how small it is, it is something to be proud of.

Most people who are out there are very realistic, and those idealists are almost all dead.

In a society with a strict hierarchy, those big guys who cannot bring benefits to themselves will be abandoned.

For example, Zhuyouzi from Xingsheng was once a big boss who was like a military strategist in the gang. After the leader Laohei died, Zhuyou became a wanderer on the streets...

Such examples abound.

It is understandable that Kui Qing respects Lin Feng so much.

The two walked into the "bar" and Liang Kun waved at them vigorously:

"You said you wanted to come over, why don't we two brothers come together?"

"It has to be done one after the other."

Lin Feng laughed:

"I'm helping you guys."

Liang Kun was startled and looked at him suspiciously.
"It's been less than an hour since we've been apart. Where are you going to help us?"

Lin Feng sat down and said with a smile:
"Brother Kun, nowadays there is a thing called a telephone."

Han Bin invited Li Fu to sit down with him:
"Xiao Fu, come and sit down."

Li Fu was very perceptive:

"The big guys are sitting here, I can just sit with Dao Zai Qing."

Who are the people at that table?
Daoziqing, Shanji, Wu Zhaonan.

Liang Kun said to Han Bin:
"I admire Xiaofu too, but we are a club, and rules are rules. They cannot be broken easily."

Han Bin then stopped.

Lin Feng joked:
"How long have you been applying for this liquor license? Didn't I ask you to find a foreigner?"

"Didn't you look for it?"

Han Bin shook his head:
"I looked for it, but the process still needs to be followed. I will receive it in about a week."

“When the time comes, I’ll turn this place into a members-only bar.”

"Only good brothers in the underworld can come here to drink."

"Mr. Jiang's story is truly shocking."

Youguqi is a restaurant reserved for big bosses, but it was there that Jiang Tiansheng was shot, which really shocked the world.

Han Bin keenly realized that the underworld boss needed a secret and safe environment for conversation.

Lin Feng was thoughtful:
"This is a good idea, but it is not easy to ensure the safety of all the people in the underworld."

"They are all underworld bosses. It is common for them to fight over a disagreement."

"Also, once the bar is established, there will be at least three stormtroopers parked outside the door all year round."

"You have to be prepared."

Han Bin was startled for a moment, put down his glass, and sighed:
"So troublesome? Then I won't do it."

The main business of the Kwai Tsing Hall Master is international smuggling. He hopes to keep a low profile as much as possible. If he really creates such a bar and builds such a dialogue platform, he will come into the police's sight whether he wants to or not.

Want to keep a low profile?

Dream it.

Lin Feng shook his head regretfully and sighed for the shattered Han Bin’s dream.

Liang Kun looked at Lin Feng with a squint:

"A Feng, you didn't come here to attack Binny, did you?"

Lin Feng shrugged:

"Of course not."

"I've already told you that I'm busy for you."

"By the way, how much is Binnie going to invest in Damao's business?"

Han Bin tells the truth:

"I have never been to the northern part of Mao, so I am not prepared to invest too much. How about investing 20 million to test the waters?"

Liang Kun was speechless:
"How about this? I'll give you the 20 million, and you just need to transport it for me. After the job is done, I'll give you 30% of the profit. How do you think that works?"

Han Bin was shocked:
"Ah Kun, are you trying so hard? We are not familiar with this road in the north!"

"Aren't you afraid of losing money?"

Liang Kun shrugged:

"I'm afraid."

"But I'm more afraid that if I don't listen to Ah Feng, I won't have anywhere to cry."

"I have learned enough lessons in the past few years. I have come to the conclusion that when it comes to investment, I have to listen to A Feng no matter what."

"I regret thinking about the VCDs I missed..."

Lin Feng said dissatisfiedly:
"Brother Kun, there is 10% of your shares there."

Liang Kun became more and more depressed:
"Yes, yes, I have 10% of the shares, but if I listen to you, won't the shares become 20%?"

“Who would have thought that the investment I was so timid about back then would turn out to be my most successful investment?”

Han Bin was stunned for a moment.

Liang Kun asked:

"You just said you would help us...what did you help us with?"

Lin Feng shrugged:

"I called a big shot in my hometown, and he said that as long as we were transporting light industrial products, he would take care of it all."

"We don't have to worry about all the formalities, we just need to invest the money?"

"Binnie, how much did you invest?"

Han Bin asked back:
"A Feng, how much do you want to invest?"

Lin Feng shrugged:

"The investment should be at least 100 million, right?"

Han Bin took a breath:
"Is it such a big deal?!"

(End of this chapter)