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Chapter 861 Just Ask If It's Fast or Not

In the eyes of ordinary people at the bottom of Hong Kong society, Cheng Lang's reputation is comparable to that of a demigod.

Not far from the basketball court at the pier, there is a street in Yau Tsim Mong full of feng shui masters, fortune tellers, divination practitioners, character divination practitioners, bone reading practitioners, and face readers.

A hobby that is popular throughout Hong Kong.

Only a very small number of top masters can set up their own shops.

Cheng Lang is an extremely rare individual.

It's exaggerated to the point of being unbelievable.

Therefore, when Heshawen went upstairs, he naturally treated him as a god.

The group of people sitting upstairs eating happened to include tall Black men, while the five mainland players definitely didn't look like Hong Kongers at all.

There were about six or seven male and female Taoist priests, but the three siblings, Shen Laosan and his sister, were even less like them.

The fact that Qin Yuye's assistant, secretary, and driver were typical Hong Kong professionals only highlighted the respect he showed them.

They showed no surprise or discrimination at all that Wei Dong brought up this dirty, burly South Asian man.

The Taoist priest immediately helped move chairs and set out bowls, and the players all smiled and nodded at him.

Kemp now smiles at everyone.

South Asians have very little social standing in Hong Kong; they belong to the lowest rung of the social hierarchy.

He Shawen later described feeling a level of respect that he had never experienced in the previous thirty years combined.

So whatever Bo Zai Dong asked him to do, it was all good fortune.

Wei Dong didn't really care. Since there was a translator, he just passed on the message: "Tomorrow, go to the dock and find a corner to set up a scrap metal company. The entire dock is going to be demolished. So many decommissioned ships and crane ships in the typhoon shelter need to be dismantled and moved. Your company will handle it."

In a society governed by the rule of law, even a piece of waste paper has an owner.

People thirty or forty years from now, especially those in the tax industry, will certainly know very well that if they don't want to be taken seriously and punished, it's best to follow the rules on every piece of paper.

People in the underworld might think that since Lao Heng had spoken, the abandoned ships in the typhoon shelter could be disposed of however they wanted, but Wei Dong felt that he was leaving no evidence against them.

He had been illegally immigrated at the age of fifteen, spent three years unloading cargo at the dock, and twelve years across from this restaurant, working his way up from security guard to street vendor until he finally owned a scrap metal shop. He had never even stepped into this restaurant before. He agreed without hesitation and thanked Mrs. Rang, who had a keen eye for business.

After that, I didn't talk to him anymore, but the two tables were set up and they treated him like family. They ate and drank until the party ended. When he left, Wei Dong patted him on the shoulder to say goodbye, and his assistant handed him business cards from the company and the basketball court.

After returning to the dilapidated house and looking through all the recent newspapers, He Shawen started making phone calls.

It wasn't until he got home that Wei Dong asked the feng shui master, "He's not Indian, is he? What can a junk collector do?"

Cheng Lang'an sat in the passenger seat, and Kamp, who had given up his seat for him, ran to the back and squeezed in with Ma Jian.

Everyone listened with curiosity as the white-bearded old man in front spoke in a Sichuan accent: "Hong Kong has many refugees. The Vietnamese are ruthless, the Portuguese are treacherous, and the Indians are notorious lackeys. Indonesia and Malaysia each have their own groups. No one has ever thought that the South Asian Pakistanis have actually quietly taken over the main workforce of major real estate and construction companies, because none of them have ever climbed to a high position. They are just missing one person to take the lead and call to action."

Even Wei Dong couldn't help but squint at the sight of the driver.

They themselves came from humble backgrounds and rarely saw foreigners in Shangzhou, at least not in the tax office, let alone South Asians.

So there's no discrimination involved; I feel absolutely nothing about it.

But Cheng Lang had essentially stabbed himself in the back.

A large knife that can do many things.

How to use it is up to Wei Dong to decide.

On the way back, while passing through the commercial center and buying work clothes for everyone, Wei Dong finally began to observe the distribution of the city's lower class.

According to Qin Yuye, many South Asians have endured years, decades, or even two or three generations to obtain legal permanent residency or even a homecoming permit to the mainland, but they still cannot obtain citizenship or a passport, let alone enjoy any political rights.

Most people don't realize there's any difference.

But some people will always emerge from the ashes like gold being sifted from sand.

The mainland players don't need to worry about these things right now; they're already overwhelmed by the sheer number of clothing bags and personal items each of them carries.

Wei Dong also taught them how to pay for their own meals at supermarkets and brand stores.

Then give each person HK$5,000: "Start with HK$10,000 per person per month, and then see how to adjust it, whether you can manage yourself, and the future is your own choice."

Lu Bin also had one, and Kemp was chuckling as he squeezed into the back of the line, reaching out his hand. When asked, he said it was because dating costs a lot of money!
Wei Dong pretended to be angry and scolded, "You two run to the training center every day, where did you spend the money!"

We initially agreed on a $200,000 annual salary, but when he came to Hong Kong, he only received $20,000. Later, when he filmed commercials and won prizes, he received those directly. The reason we didn't give him all of them at once was because we were afraid he would spend the money recklessly.

The mainland players were immediately surprised by the management model.

Kemp gestured to House and Sip, which made Wei Dong laugh and scold even more, "Do you two want to move out?"

Camp kept babbling, pointing vigorously into the distance: "Long Island, Long Island, Mom..."

This left Wei Dong both amused and exasperated!
After her father passed away when she was young, Li Yue'e had a lot of siblings, so she was raised with the help of relatives.

She is exceptionally sensible; whenever she has the opportunity to earn money, she immediately signs a long-term contract and saves money to send back to her mother.

You two haven't even done anything yet, and you're already thinking about the long term?
Back through the underwater tunnels of Victoria Harbour and past Victoria Peak, Wei Dong instructed Lu Bin on a map like a GPS, showing him his location and the layout of the entire city. The van sped past Deep Water Bay: "Actually, for Hong Kong, an international city constantly monitoring the US and European stock markets, midnight is the busiest time. But you are professional athletes; you need to maintain a good lifestyle throughout your careers. We've arrived..."

The SUVs and minivans ahead had already turned into the gate, which was hidden by dense greenery along the roadside.

Walking along the road, the mansion is completely hidden by the greenery, but once you open the door and turn in, a brightly lit, transparent European-style building comes into view.

Even someone with little education now knows how to describe luxury.

Wei Dong noticed that there were several more cars in the parking lot.

Li Yue'e was already skipping and jumping to stand with the servants and butler to welcome the master home, but she was squinting at the big black guy, which made Camp also chuckle and join in the line.

It may have triggered his genes for picking cotton.

Chow Yun-fat, Wang Xin, and Stephen Chow, who were waiting in the living room, also got up to greet them: "I only found out yesterday that you went to the mainland again. You must be tired!"

Leung Ka-fai was also there: "Boss, I'm applying to return to the basketball company after filming."

Ah Ling and Xiao Qian hurriedly greeted Mrs. Rang and Miss Shen.

Wei Dong turned around and introduced them: "This is the chairman and vice president of our basketball company, and these are the basketball players who were just recruited from the mainland and became naturalized citizens..."

Lu Bin and his companions, who had just gotten out of the car, were completely bewildered by the crystal-clear mansion and the yard with seven or eight "luxury cars" parked there.

Now they were even more astonished to see Chow Yun-fat and the others who walked in and smiled.

Li Yue'e, true to her proletarian nature, watched the boss and guests interact, gave a wink to the big black man, mingled with the servants and went downstairs to do her work, and was also curious about the large bag of things that Camp was carrying.

Perhaps her positive, fulfilling, and uplifting attitude towards life was too important for a young man who had been lost for the first eighteen years of his life.

Immediately, they hunched over and quietly followed, happily showing off their skills.

Neither of them got involved with Cheng Lang's group.

Wei Dong, whose eyes were darting around, quickly gestured to his wife to interrupt, saying, "How can we give young lovers so many opportunities to be alone together?"

For me, it was watching a movie.

He explained it simply to Lu Bin and the others: "They're staying with us for the time being mainly for convenience and to help them adapt to life here. They can move out anytime later. You see, Kemp is also thinking about saving money to buy a house and a boat, though he wants to buy one for his girlfriend's family..."

Chow Yun-fat rubbed his hands together: "I'm still following you, boss. I've been renting for ten years while I was making movies, and then I bought a house. The main thing is that these two movies finally need to be released, so you have to take a look."

Then take a look.

Instead of setting up a home theater, they simply hung a retractable screen in the largest living room, which served as both a projector and a film projector.

Isn't it perfectly reasonable for film company owners to do these things?

Several basketball players accepted the drinks and milk brought by the servants, staring incredulously at the vast, dark blue sea stretching out through the floor-to-ceiling windows, a dreamlike scene shimmering silver in the moonlight.

Wang Xin personally turned on the movie projector and started playing "God of Gamblers".

Aside from providing a synopsis, Wei Dong's description of the film might include the background music for the God of Gamblers' entrance in his overcoat, ta-da, ta-da...

It's no problem for a well-established film crew.

Even from the melody he hummed, one could imagine that feeling.

That's a talent too.

The actors surrounded Rang Weidong and his two companions, while the basketball players sat on the outer ring—because they were tall.

The Taoist priests stood on the side, and finally the servants squeezed together with the young couple to watch intently!
Only Cheng Lang sat quietly to the side, about ten meters away, watching this group of people.

The movie was great; it was exactly what Wei Dong had imagined.

There will definitely be many changes in the details, but since it's Chow Yun-fat in the lead role, directed by Wang Xin, and the screenplay was also conceived by Wang Xin himself, it's pretty much the same.

The only change is that the male supporting actor was replaced by Leung Yee-wai, and the female lead was played by Ah Ling and Xiao Qian.

Seeing this movie again after thirty years actually made Wei Dong feel a little dazed.

It felt as if I had returned to the security guard's dormitory and was seeing images with occasional pixelation on pirated DVDs.

The God of Gamblers, who was in high spirits and won all over the world, accidentally fell and injured himself in front of an important game, resulting in amnesia and making him more like a child.

Chow Yun-fat's superb acting skills ensured that his crazy and eccentric scenes were especially entertaining;

Ah Ling plays the lover of the God of Gamblers who was raped and murdered. Although she doesn't have many scenes, she still manages to show her charm, which can be seen as a prelude to the release of her movie with Leung Ka-fai.
A hoodlum and his beautiful girlfriend are taken in and taken care of a gambling god. The story is full of hilarious mishaps and embarrassing moments. The selling point may be the rare, natural performance of Leung Chi-wai and Siu-Chi as a couple.

With all these elements combined, the whole show has a tight pace and the ups and downs are just as authentic.

Several scenes were even filmed in this space, with numerous other shots taken at the surrounding beach and downstairs swimming pool.

Wei Dong just realized that he wasn't sitting in the security booth watching old movies on his phone; someone next to him had already started hanging up film reels to show "The Chess King," as well as "The Nets" and "Descendants of the Dragon."

Let's just ask how fast it is.

(End of this chapter)