The world begins with Hong Kong movies

Chapter 92 has just begun! (Please collect and read)

In a villa somewhere in Repulse Bay, the owner was in a very bad mood at the moment.

"What? All our efforts against that gang scoundrel have failed?"

A wealthy middle-aged man in his late fifties sat in his study and roared into the microphone.

"What is the Department of Health's office in Sai Kung used for?"

"What? That gangster has a health quarantine certificate issued by the United States. You're not kidding me, are you? How can a gangster be so well-behaved and understand the law?"

"What about the Sai Kung Police Station? There shouldn't be any problems, right?"

"What the hell are you talking about? Hundreds of local residents blocked the police station door. He's just a gangster. How can he have such great prestige in Saigon?"

Snapped!
The microphone was slammed hard on the landline, and the wealthy middle-aged man looked ugly and angry.

Just then, there was a gentle knock on the tightly closed study door.

The wealthy middle-aged man suppressed his anger, stood up and opened the door. Standing at the door was his trusted assistant.

"Chairman, Uncle Deng from Lian Sheng did not agree to our cooperation request!"

"Why, has that guy changed his ways? He knows there are benefits but he doesn't want them?"

The wealthy middle-aged man almost broke down, but he finally suppressed his anger and asked in a deep voice, "Have you figured out why that guy didn't agree to cooperate?"

"Chairman..."

The assistant seemed to be hesitant to speak, as if he wanted to say something but was unable to say it.

"If you have something to say, just say it. Don't be so hesitant. Who are you trying to show off to?"

The wealthy middle-aged man couldn't help but yelled at his trusted assistant, "Why, do you still want me to teach you how to do things?"

"No, no, the reason why Lian Sheng doesn't want to cooperate is that the Saigon leader of the Hongxing faction is too generous!"

The assistant hurriedly explained, "He supplies pig's feet to many hall masters who have won consecutive victories. They only cost ten yuan per pound!"

"What? Is this guy out of his mind?"

The wealthy middle-aged man's face was quite ugly, and he cursed unhappily: "How much can you earn at ten yuan per pound?"

"Yes, among the leaders of the Lian Sheng clan, the more ruthless ones even paid their minions as much as 25 yuan per pound, which is more than what the leader of the Hung Hing Sai Kung clan made!"

"Damn, you idiot who doesn't even know how to make money!"

The wealthy middle-aged man couldn't help cursing and was in an unprecedented bad mood.

This was a business that he had discovered that could make a lot of money. He originally wanted to squeeze out the Hongxing thugs who were the first to do so, and then he could dominate the market. In just a few years, he could even build a listed group with a market value of hundreds of millions.

Who knew it would be so unlucky, no matter whether it was the white way or the underworld means, all the methods were useless.

"Chairman, calm down. I heard a good suggestion from He Liansheng!"

The assistant spoke cautiously, saying that if it weren't for the high salary, he wouldn't work so hard.

"What advice?"

The wealthy middle-aged man quickly calmed down his anger and asked, "What good ideas can a bunch of ditch rats come up with?"

The assistant smiled awkwardly and whispered, "Tell Lian Sheng that there's a huge market for pork trotter rice!"

"Even if we work together with the Hongxing family to promote the business, their connections and power can only expand the business in the market. There are still a large number of white-collar workers on the island that cannot be covered!"

"If we can plan ahead and swallow up the white-collar market on this island in one go, it will be a very lucrative piece of meat!" "Not only that, we can also do this kind of business in the prosperous towns outside of Hong Kong Island. The market is even bigger and more extensive. As long as we can deal with the local tyrants, we will be fine!"

"Well, I didn't expect a bunch of gutter rats to have such business acumen!"

Although he was quite tempted, the wealthy middle-aged man still subconsciously expressed his contempt for the members of the society.

"Sir, something is wrong!"

Just as the atmosphere in the study was gradually relaxing, the door was knocked again, and quite urgently.

"What's wrong? I'm fine!"

The wealthy middle-aged man's face turned ugly again. He opened the study door and looked at the housekeeper standing at the door with an anxious look on his face, his eyes full of displeasure.

"Sir, the Second Young Master got into a fight with someone in Lan Kwai Fong and sent him to the hospital!"

The housekeeper didn't care whether it would cause dissatisfaction among the wealthy middle-aged men, and hurriedly said, "The second young master has been taken away by the police. Sir, please find a way to rescue him!"

As he spoke, he took out a few newspapers in his hand and handed them to the wealthy middle-aged man: "They are all in the newspapers!"

Upon hearing this, the wealthy middle-aged man's face turned pale and veins bulged on his forehead. He took the newspaper and glanced at it casually, then couldn't help but curse: "This bastard, all he does all day is go to nightclubs to pick up girls, and he always causes trouble for me!"

The entertainment sections of several newspapers have related reports in prominent positions.

"Shocking! A wealthy young man got into a fight with someone in Lan Kwai Fong because of this!"

Beating is love, scolding is affection, the romantic history of a wealthy young man!

"A wealthy young man declared in a nightclub: I have plenty of money. Even if I beat you to death, I can get away with it easily. What right do you, a little jerk, have to compete with me for a woman?"

The titles are more shocking than each other, and have the style of the later Internet shock department.

The media that reported this incident were not just street entertainment tabloids, but also the famous "Oriental Daily News" and the newly emerging "Mong Kok News". It can be said that it was widely spread!
The newspapers are out, and it’s not easy to cover it up now.

No wonder the wealthy middle-aged man was so angry that he almost exploded. Just look at the newspaper headlines and you will know that his youngest son got into a fight with someone in a nightclub in Lan Kwai Fong because of jealousy.

"Who is the other party? Is the injury serious?"

But after all, he was his own blood son. The wealthy middle-aged man quickly calmed down and asked directly.

"He's just the manager of a small trading company, without a strong background or connections!"

The butler had obviously inquired about the situation thoroughly and replied directly, "The injury isn't serious. The bruises on his face and nose look a bit miserable, but they're just flesh wounds!"

"Well, let the company's lawyer handle this matter!"

The wealthy middle-aged man secretly breathed a sigh of relief and ordered in a deep voice: "Compensate for medical expenses and lost wages, but warn the other party not to continue to make trouble after receiving the money. He can't afford it!"

"Also, tell these newspapers to stop reporting on this!"

As he spoke, he raised the stack of newspapers in his hand and said in a rather unfriendly tone: "Just give me some face, and we can talk about the advertising fees in the future. There's no need to be so hard on money!"

The housekeeper took immediate action after receiving the order, and the wealthy middle-aged man rushed directly to the police station with his lawyer.

Little did he know that the reports from many newspapers had affected the company's stock price, which immediately fell a lot after the market opened, and the market value easily evaporated by tens of millions.

At the same time, Wu Feng was sitting in Tuo Di's office. When he heard the news coming from the microphone, a cold expression appeared on his face. He chuckled and said, "Well done, this is just the beginning!"

After putting down the phone, he looked at his old acquaintance sitting on the sofa opposite him and chuckled, "Xu Sir, was this a breeze to make money?"

(End of this chapter)