Hong Kong Film Intelligence King

Chapter 15 Kun's Confidant
“Ah Dao, you’re right. We are Hung Hing, and we can’t be tainted by heroin.”

"Anyone who makes this thing will have to face family discipline."

"I can't control what others do, but this is Mong Kok, and I can't get involved with this stuff!"

Wang Dao immediately said:
"Brother Kun, I will tell every one of my underlings from now on."

Liang Kun's eyebrows twitched involuntarily. He wanted to explain, but looking at Wang Dao's expression, he ultimately didn't say anything.

take it easy.

Whether he can successfully establish his own business is still uncertain. If he can't get past this hurdle, even the best business will be irrelevant to him.

Now we just need to get through this hurdle.

Handsome Kun frowned deeply:

"Ado, you're quick-witted. Where do you think we should plant our flag?"

The Way of the King:

"Brother Kun, do you mean we should find a gang to start a war with?"

Handsome Kun countered:
"if not?"

"Yau Tsim Mong is full of nightclubs, a typical den of iniquity."

Are there any unclaimed plots of land here?

"If we want to raise our flag, we have to fight someone."

Wang Dao was quite taken aback:

Just the two of us?

Handsome Kun snorted coldly:
"Of course it can't just be the two of us."

"For the two of us to go to someone else's territory and attack their friend is suicide!"

After a pause, Liang Kun asked:

"Do you know what's most important if you want to make it in the underworld?"

Wang Dao thought for a moment, and then inexplicably thought of a certain scene:

"A guy once mentioned that he relied on three things to survive in the underworld: being ruthless, being loyal, and having many brothers!"

Liang Kun scoffed:

"Don't listen to his nonsense. This kind of person is definitely someone else's pawn, and he's destined to die a violent death sooner or later!"

"Ado, what do you think?"

Wang Dao thought for a while, then pretended to hesitate.

"money?!"

Snapped!
Liang Kun clapped his hands heavily and laughed heartily:

"I knew you had a spiritual connection!"

"That's right, what's the point of forming gangs and cliques when you're out in the world?"

"Isn't it all for making money!"

"Money is the most important thing."

"With money, you can recruit followers; with followers, you can expand your territory; with territory, you can make money, and then you can recruit more followers."

"This cycle continues endlessly!"

"In the end, fame and fortune in the martial arts world can all be converted into money!"

"The two of us aren't enough, but I have money!"

"Fine, we'll borrow troops!"

"There are plenty of guys who are so poor they only have a worthless life left."

"Give him ten thousand yuan and he'll risk his life for you!"

Wang Dao hesitated and said:
“But Brother Kun, the people we recruit like this only care about money.”

"If someone offers them too much money, they'll be bribed..."

Handsome Kun sighed:

"Ado, throw away all the comics and gangster videos at home. Don't let them fool you."

"Those who live in this world are all in it for the money."

"Those gangsters often say that face is more important than anything else."

"If anyone offends them, they will fight to the death."

"I'm telling you, that's all bullshit."

"When it comes to money, they can trample their own heaven underfoot and kneel down like a dog."

"face?"

"If face can't be converted into cash, then it's their last bit of pride."

"But once it can be monetized... you can make them do whatever you want."

"Loyalty? That's just a matter of not having enough incentive to betray."

Wang Dao was quite "shocked"; he really hadn't expected Liang Kun to see things so clearly.

"So, there's no one in the martial arts world who can be trusted?"

Handsome Kun shook his head:
"Yes, I have!"

"Do you know why people in the martial arts world always wave the banner of loyalty and righteousness?" "Because things are valued for their rarity!"

"If everyone were loyal and righteous, who the hell would keep bringing this up all the time?"

"Shouting slogans is useless."

"If you don't want your underlings to betray you, it's simple: just throw money at them."

"Which is more important, having a full meal every day or a full meal at night? I believe they can tell the difference."

Wang Dao seemed to be deep in thought.

Liang Kun casually pulled out two bills and threw them over.

Wang Dao grabbed him, completely bewildered:
"Brother Kun, what's wrong?"

Liang Kun spoke very frankly.

"In my system, rewards and punishments are clearly defined."

“You got me out of the police station, broke the tradition of using the rod to punish people, and obtained all sorts of intelligence. You deserve a reward.”

Wang Dao was at a loss:
"It doesn't have to be like this, does it?"

Liang Kun explained very seriously:

"The reason we join gangs is to make money."

"It's all an illusion."

"If you work hard for me, you'll have plenty to eat too."

Wang Dao weighed the money in his hand and immediately realized there was 20,000 yuan inside.

You should know that even white-collar workers these days only make about three thousand yuan a month!

He honestly and unceremoniously stuffed the money into his pocket.

"Thank you, boss."

Leung Kwan breathed a sigh of relief, a smile spreading across his face:

"That's the right way to do it! From now on, we brothers will eat meat in big bowls, drink wine in big gulps, and pick up two girls at a time!"

Wang Dao speaks the truth:

"Anything else is fine, but picking up two girls is not an option."

"I'm afraid of getting a sexually transmitted disease!"

Liang Kun rolled his eyes hard:

"You're really boring."

The relationship between the two inexplicably took another step forward.

Wang Dao asked curiously:
"Brother Kun, you seemed relieved just now after I took the money?"

"That is why ah?"

Handsome Kun laughed:

"It's nothing, actually."

"I'm mainly worried about you."

Wang Dao was speechless. Could such a thing be said so casually?
Liang Kun truly considered Wang Dao one of his own, so he explained the implications to him:

"A short mule who's out there in the world must have all sorts of desires."

"Some people love money, some are lustful, and some want to take advantage of others..."

"No matter what, there has to be some flaw."

Wang Dao frowned and said:
"But what if he doesn't have any problems?"

Liang Kun's eyes widened:
"You dare to take in a guy who's perfectly fine?"

"If someone doesn't want anything from you, then what they want is even greater."

"It's highly likely you'll lose your life!"

Wang Dao seemed to be deep in thought:
"In other words, if such a person appears, they are very likely an undercover agent for the police?"

After thinking for a moment, Liang Kun replied:

"It might not be a cop's mole; it could be a mole from an opposing force."

Wang Dao nodded slowly.

Liang Kun turned on the TV and said,
"Ah Dao, you're well-informed. Keep an eye out for any promising young talents. If you find any, recruit them."

Wang Dao readily agreed.

He was about to speak when he suddenly sensed something was wrong. He looked up and saw that Liang Kun was dumbfounded.

"Brother Kun, what happened?"

Leung Kwan pointed at the television and said:

"The man who dared to call you a killer in the rainy night has been caught."

Wang Dao turned his head and saw Chen Guozhong appear on the television, calmly introducing the cruel crimes of the Rain Night Madman.

The more Liang Kun listened, the angrier he became, his whole body contorted in anger.
"Ado, if you had told me this beforehand, I would have definitely thrown this guy into the sea in cement."

In the martial arts world, killing one's own friends is a common occurrence, but to brutally murder several women is truly despicable.

Wang Dao watched TV and thought to himself, "The Rain Night Madman was brought to justice based on my intelligence. This feels pretty good!"

(End of this chapter)