Feng Shui Secrets of the Entertainment Industry

"Go on!"

Looking at the panting rascal Hua, Fatty Lin said calmly.

Rascal Hua pulled out a cigarette, lit it with trembling hands, exhaled a puff of smoke, and said, "I started working in this industry when I was fourteen. All these years later, although I haven't made a name for myself—I'm still just a lowly 49, a parking attendant—I know everything about the underworld, and I have connections!"

"Whether it's Sheng Wo, Yee On, Tiao Si, or Lao Lian, I have acquaintances in them all!"

"People don't just disappear for no reason. Whether they're sold to Malan or Southeast Asia, whether by sea or land, someone has to handle them!"

"So what did you find out?" Fatty Lin asked.

"Ah Mei is still in Hong Kong Island!" said the rascal, his hand holding a cigarette trembling slightly.

"What the hell are you afraid of?" Fatty Lin couldn't hold back any longer. He grabbed Rascal Hua by the collar and lifted him up in front of him like a chick.

Rascal Hua coughed twice, his eyes darting around, not daring to meet Fatty Lin's gaze.

"Coward!"

Fatty Lin smirked disdainfully, tossed the scoundrel Hua aside, and said, "Crazy, let's go, this is a waste of time!"

Without thinking, I followed Fatty Lin outside.

"I'll talk, I'll talk!"

As soon as he took a step, Rascal Hua grabbed Fatty Lin's hand.

"What did you say?"

Fatty Lin sneered and said, "I think you're scared. Even at a time like this, you're still weighing the pros and cons. No wonder you've been a parking attendant for so many years!"

In Hong Kong, you have to risk your life to climb the ladder.

If you don't dare to fight, just lie down there!

The fact that Hua, a scoundrel, started his life in the underworld at the age of fourteen and has been doing so for over ten years, still a lowly 49-year-old, speaks volumes.

Exhausted, Hua collapsed to the ground, clinging to Fatty Lin's leg, and muttered, "Master Lin, I'll tell you everything!"

"Speak, let's see what you can say!" Fatty Lin coldly looked at the scoundrel Hua at his feet.

"Ah Mei was indeed sold to the people of Yi An, but she wasn't sent to Ma Lan. Instead, she was sent to the industrial building on Hung To Road!" said Rascal Wah.

"An industrial building? What are you going to do there? As slave laborers?" I was a little surprised.

The so-called industrial building is a factory built inside the building.

Hong Kong Island has many industrial buildings, most of which were originally built for textile companies.

It's important to know that Hong Kong Island was famous for its textile industry in its early years. At that time, most of the well-known tycoons in Hong Kong came from the textile industry and were often referred to as textile magnates.

Later, with the rise of the shipping industry, four shipping magnates emerged.

Now, finance and real estate dominate, and the four major families are all involved in real estate and finance.

"No!" Rascal Wah shook his head and said, "There aren't many factories left on Hong Kong Island. Those industrial buildings have been renovated; they do all sorts of things now!"

"Go on!" Fatty Lin nodded.

"Yi An has been sending the women they buy to the industrial building more than once or twice. For so many years, Yi An has been doing this kind of work!" The rascal Hua took a breath, took out another cigarette, and lit it shakily.

After taking a puff, he said, "In the early years, Yi An was quite reliable in its work. For over a decade, nothing went wrong. But gradually, some people started to leak information!"

"You mean to say that Yi An's buying women and sending them to the industrial building wasn't a spur-of-the-moment decision, but something that's been going on for over a decade?" I was a little shocked.

"yes!"

Hua nodded and said, "The women Yi An buys are basically all like Ah Mei—they've lost their mothers or fathers, and their only remaining relative is either a deceased fellow drug addict or a gambling addict!"

"No future troubles, right?" I said.

"right!"

The thug Hua took a drag of his cigarette, trembling, and said, "These women were sold by their own relatives. Even if they die, no one will call the police. Maybe the relatives who sold them will die before they do!"

He paused for a moment, then added, "Actually, there was a mishap a few years ago, but Yi An and Li Guagua worked together to suppress it!"

"What do you mean by 'mishap'?"

I asked.

"A few years ago, a woman who had been taken to an industrial building somehow escaped. Several tabloids reported on it, but it didn't cause much of a stir. In fact, those tabloids were vandalized with paint and shot!"

"Rotten Boy Hua said."

"You've been going on and on, but you still haven't gotten to the heart of the matter. What exactly were those women sent to the industrial building for?" Fatty Lin asked.

"I don't know what it's for, but I know that very few women come out of there alive!"

"I can't wait any longer," said Hua, exhaling a puff of smoke. "Amei's been in there for half a month already. I'm worried something might happen to her. We can't delay any longer!"

Finally, he grabbed Fatty Lin's leg and shook him.

"Get to the point!"

Fatty Lin kicked the rascal Hua aside and said, "I'm asking you, how do you know those women were given to Li Guagua?"

Rascal Hua fell silent again.

It's understandable that news of Yi An sending women into the industrial building leaked out; after all, a drunkard like him can't keep his mouth shut and will blurt out anything.

But the woman was for Li Guagua, how could those short mules possibly know that?

"One of my former neighbors, a brother, lived in a housing estate like me. Unlike me, he went to university. After graduating, he went to work for a newspaper and specifically reported on this kind of thing!"

"Rotten Boy Hua said."

"And then?" I asked.

"Then that issue of the magazine was bought out and recalled, and my brother's entire family died!" The rascal Hua put a cigarette in his mouth with trembling hands and took a puff.

After about three seconds, he exhaled a puff of smoke and said, "I was eighteen back then, the age when I was most competitive and aggressive, but what happened to Brother Hang scared me!"

"He was thrown off the roof and died a horrible death. His parents were also burned to death. After that, I became timid and cowardly. I went from being a handsome young man to a scoundrel. I would avoid trouble whenever possible and didn't want to get involved in any kind of trouble!"

"Over the years, I've seen through a lot of things. Li Guagua has money, and Yi'an has connections!"

"One is black, the other white; no matter what happens, they can always keep it under control!"

"People in the underworld say that Yi'an is just a dog kept by Li Guagua, used specifically to bite people!"

At this point, he looked up at us and said, "I don't want to die!"

"You don't want to die, so you called us over to take the blame for you?" Fatty Lin asked coldly.

"I'm out of options!"

With a sob in his voice, the rascal Hua said, "I don't want Ah Mei to die, she's my only family!"

"I didn't intend for you to shoulder the burden; I couldn't think of any other way!"

"I know you're important people, I don't ask for anything else, I just ask you and Li Guagua to open your mouths and let Amei out!"

"I promise I'll shut Amei up and she won't say a word!"

Rascal Wah raised his hand and swore an oath, looking at us pleadingly.