Hong Kong Island: From a small stall to a global supplier

Chapter 178 Control of Industry Rights
Three Mercedes-Benz cars stopped at the entrance of Dynasty KTV. Lao Dong saw Wang Yaotang waiting at the entrance. Without waiting for his younger brother to open the door, he opened the car door and walked out. "Haha, Yao, why are you out again?"

"Uncle Mo is here, I can't wait in the box, so is there any respect for hierarchy?" Wang Yaotang said with a smile.

Lao Dong laughed loudly, with an extremely satisfied look on his face. If anyone else had the momentum of Cai Shenyao, they would have been so arrogant that they would have forgotten their own surnames and would not have taken the old guys seriously. This made Lao Dong look even more proud. "Come on, come on, go in. We stand here. No one else dares to come in."

Wang Yaotang followed with a smile.

When he got to the second floor, Lao Dong was stunned. There were renovation workers coming in and out everywhere. "Why did they suddenly start renovations?"

Wang Yaotang shook his head and mentioned the incident with Xie Xian, "It's not luxurious enough, people look down on it."

"He's a loser. He doesn't even know his last name." Lao Dong's face darkened. "I'll warn him later."

"Forget it. From the customer's perspective, there's no problem. It's indeed not luxurious enough. I plan to renovate it and strive to become the most luxurious nightclub in Hong Kong Island." Wang Yaotang turned to the other side and said, "Let's go to the office."

"No. 1 in Hong Kong Island?" Lao Dong looked at Wang Yaotang in surprise, "Do you know which are the most luxurious nightclubs in Hong Kong Island?"

The younger brother pushed open the office door, and Wang Yaotang brought Lao Dong in.

"The two seas of Hong Kong Island?" Wang Yaotang asked uncertainly.

"Yes, Zhang Yaorong's Haicheng Restaurant and Nightclub, Ocean Palace Restaurant and Nightclub." Lao Dong sat on the sofa, crossed his legs and sighed, "Zhang Rongyao is amazing. He has found a new way and has become a tycoon in the Hong Kong entertainment industry."

"Tell me in detail, I've never been there." Wang Yaotang just said it casually just now, but when Lao Dong asked him this, he really became interested.

"Ocean Centre, owned by Wharf Holdings, was built in 1977. It is 61 stories high and is the tallest building in Tsim Sha Tsui. The building is divided into two parts. The seaward side is designed in a semicircular shape. Together with the H-shaped Marco Polo Hong Kong Hotel next to it, it looks like the English abbreviation of Hong Kong, HK, when viewed from the sky."

"Zhang Rongyao fled to Hong Kong Island with his mother at the age of 1945 in 13. He started his career in the construction industry. As soon as the Ocean Center was completed in 77, he rented 4 square feet from the Bao family and opened a Chinese nightclub. The auditorium can hold 200 banquets at the same time. After the opening, he invited Teresa Teng, Roman Tam, Ouyang Feifei, Jenny Tseng, Principal Tam and others to hold concerts, which became an instant hit. Now he also invites Chinese and Western singers to perform on weekdays, as well as Cantonese opera performances. Many groups and institutions in Hong Kong like to hold banquets there."

"The year before last, in 79, he performed again at the Haicheng Restaurant and Nightclub in the New World Centre in Tsim Sha Tsui, which can accommodate 1600 people. When it opened, he invited Joseph Koo to be the band leader. It was the same routine. Now people say that being able to perform at Haicheng is a symbol of popularity and popularity. Damn, now many people have to pay money to get a resident singing spot." Lao Dong said rather sourly.

Wang Yaotang was surprised. Isn’t this Hung Hom?
Oh yes, Hung Hom Stadium has not been completed yet, and there are indeed not many places for Hong Kong singers to hold concerts in the city, so this hype is really great.

The Elizabeth Stadium was also completed only last year.

"Tell me in detail." Wang Yaotang picked up the red wine and poured it for Lao Dong.

"This is... Golden Rose?" Lao Dong glanced at the bottle and said, "Hey, no way, if you want to entertain me, you can open a second-class winery."

“I can’t confirm whether the first-class winery I have is real or not.” Wang Yaotang got angry when he talked about this. “Damn, I don’t even know if the annual output of Lafite is enough to open a shop in Hong Kong Island.”

"If you ask me, it's better to drink rice wine." Wang Yaotang put down the bottle. "A few days ago, I drank a kind of glutinous rice wine in the north. It is said that the Li and Miao people make it at home. It tastes sweet and delicious, but I don't feel anything at first, and the aftereffect is very strong."

Lao Dong laughed out loud, "There are too many fake red wines. I don't like to drink it, but I have no choice but to follow suit. Is glutinous rice wine as good as people say? Take it out and try it."

Wang Yaotang called out and soon a small bucket of iced food and six kinds of braised dishes were brought over.

Lao Dong picked up the wine glass, looked at the light yellow wine, smelled it, and found the wine was rich. He took a sip and his eyes lit up. "It's cool and refreshing, with a soft sweet taste. It must contain honey. It's really good. Girls will definitely like it."

"Not bad." Wang Yaotang laughed.

"really."

While drinking, Wang Yaotang finally got an understanding of the two Chinese restaurants and nightclubs he heard Lao Dong talking about.

"So, this is not the same as the nightclub we run."

"It's different, more formal." Lao Dong nodded, picked up the wine glass and took a sip, and asked casually: "Why are you asking so many questions? Do you have any ideas?"

Wang Yaotang nodded, "Dynasty is still too small. The total area of the building is only 2 square feet. I have 9 nightclubs under my name now. I have enough operating experience and manpower to build the largest and most luxurious nightclub in Hong Kong Island." "Oh, how big a place do you want?"

"The bigger the better."

“Tsim Sha Tsui?”

"Uncle Mo has a way?" Wang Yaotang raised his eyebrows.

"You have one in your own old haunt, Tsim Sha Tsui East, New Mandarin Centre, 14 Science Museum Road."

"That's a shopping mall plus an office building, right?" Wang Yaotang thought for a moment and said, "I remember there were Nanyang Center, Chinachem Plaza, and Hong Kong Crystal Center. The location is fine, and the building is newly built, but isn't the rent too expensive?"

"Why do we need an office building? Can't we use an underground parking lot? The underground parking lots of several buildings are connected. I remember there are 6 to 7 square feet. It's not enough for you."

Wang Yaotang's eyes flickered and he covered his chest with his hands, feeling his heart beating.

"How about it, are you interested?" Lao Dong stared at Wang Yaotang.

"The investment could be very large." Wang Yaotang narrowed his eyes. If he was going to do it, he would do it on a large scale. He planned to acquire the property as well. He didn't want to be running the business well and then be forced to close it down suddenly because he couldn't get a subsequent lease contract.

By then, some unspeakable things will inevitably happen, which will be a big blow to one's reputation.

"Funds are not a problem, bring Uncle Mo along to play together." Lao Dong said with a smile.

Wang Yaotang picked up the wine glass and took a sip, then shook his head and smiled bitterly, saying, "I called Uncle Mo here today because of other business, and my funds were tied up."

"Oh?" Lao Dong's eyes flickered. He heard that in the Macau Lisboa Hotel, Ajie almost stabbed Hei Zai Hua to death in front of the gambling king and squeezed 2500 million Hong Kong dollars from five people.

"Alas." Wang Yaotang sighed heavily. "You only see the thief eating, but not the thief getting beaten. I admit that I did make a lot of money. Last year's total income was this amount."

Wang Yaotang made an eight gesture and said, "But when I settled the accounts at the beginning of this year, I owed half a million dollars. If it weren't for the compensation from Hei Zai Hua and the others, I would have to borrow money to get by."

"Ah?!" Lao Dong's eyes widened in disbelief. "You're burning money, but you can't do it that fast!"

“So many venues, they can’t have been blown by wind, right? I spent 4500 million on making the blockbuster last year. Why do my brothers work so hard? They have received more training than the Hong Kong police. Why do I grit my teeth and hold on? It’s all because of the money!” Wang Yaotang knocked on the wine glass.

Lao Dong gasped and pointed at Wang Yaotang, saying “you you you” for a long time, but he just didn’t know how to comment on him.

Lao Dong picked up the wine glass and drank it all, exhaled the alcohol, then shook his head and said, "Forget it, what business do you have with me?"

"Uncle Mo has more contact with the Hong Kong entertainment industry, so he is not interested in the record industry. I want to invest in a music and video store."

"A video store? Selling records, tapes, singer posters and peripherals?" Lao Dong was stunned. "How did you come up with this?"

"Uncle Mo, do you know about VCRs and videotapes?" Wang Yaotang introduced Panasonic's technology, including his intention to develop a 'film' industry to promote the 'sexual industry'. "The industrial tape duplicator I ordered from Panasonic has arrived. One machine can duplicate 80 tapes at the same time. It can not only duplicate videotapes, but also magnetic tapes."

"I ordered five machines, which are running all day long. They can produce 5 videotapes and 8000 cassettes a day."

“If we take over the audio-visual product stores, then from recording to distribution…” Wang Yaotang grabbed at the air, “EMI, PolyGram, Huaxing, Warner, if they want to release records in Hong Kong Island, they will have to cooperate with us!”

Lao Dong's heart began to beat violently. Industry, and it was the best industry to whitewash.

Once you master the voice of an industry as Wang Yaotang said, the prestige and social status that comes with it... just thinking about it made Lao Dong feel dizzy and his face turned red visibly.

(End of this chapter)