Hong Kong variety show: The tycoon who emerged from Portland Street

After entrusting the funeral arrangements for Liang Kun and her mother to Chui Shui Kei, the conference came to an end.

Back at the bar, Chen Mo patted Gao Jin on the shoulder.

"Ah Chun, from now on you're the boss of Hung Hing. Once you get to Sham Shui Po, don't hesitate to ask me for help if you need anything."

"Brother Mo, you will always be my big brother. I will still hand over the money of the Sham Shui Po branch to you in the future."

For Gao Jin, no one, not even the top dog in Sham Shui Po, was as important as Chen Mo.

Chen Mo smiled and said, "We're brothers, no need to talk about this. You can keep the money in Sham Shui Po for yourself, no need to give it to me."

In addition, you pick twenty brothers from the training ground and bring two hundred underlings with you to Sham Shui Po.

"When you get to Sham Shui Po, you can't do without your own team."

Gao Jin nodded: "I understand."

Previously, under the leadership of the "beautiful mother," the major figures in Sham Shui Po had a good relationship and were very united.

Gao Jin suddenly became their leader, and they might not be convinced of it.

However, Chen Mo wasn't too worried about it.

Having served as Chen Mo's chief steward for so long, how could Gao Jin possibly be unable to resolve even this small problem?

Chen Mo treats his underlings so well that no shorty in Hong Kong is not envious.

Once the subordinates are subdued, those few big shots will be like rootless duckweed.

Whether it's flat or round, it's all up to Gao Jin to decide.

Once Gao Jin has secured his position as the leader of Sham Shui Po, and Greyhound under Han Bin has secured his position as the leader of Wong Tai Sin, their small group will have a total of six leaders, occupying half of Hung Hing's branches.

Even if Jiang Tiansheng, the leader, returns, he might still have to be mindful of their attitude.

That evening, just as Chen Mo was preparing to go home, Shen Guodong entered the office.

"Brother Mo, there's a foreigner outside who wants to see you. He says he wants to talk business with you."

"Foreigners?" Chen Mo asked, puzzled.

He had never dealt with foreigners before, so why would a foreigner take the initiative to talk business with him?

"Let him in."

Soon, a slightly overweight foreigner in a suit walked in behind Shen Guodong.

After the foreigner came in, he took the initiative to greet Chen Mo.

"Hello, Mr. Chen, my name is Jeffrey Lawson, you can call me Jeffrey."

Chen Mo reached out and gently shook hands with the foreigner.

"Mr. Lawson, hello. Please have a seat."

Chen Mo and Jeffrey sat down at opposite ends of the sofa, and Chen Mo politely asked, "Mr. Lawson, would you like something to drink? Tea or coffee?"

"Give me a cup of coffee."

Jeffrey's polite attitude made Chen Mo feel that something was off.

When did foreigners become so polite?

Suppressing his doubts, Chen Mo instructed Liu Lili, who was standing beside him, "Lili, make Mr. Lawson a cup of coffee."

"OK."

Soon, Lily brought over a cup of coffee and placed it in front of Jeffrey.

"Thank you, beautiful lady." Jeffrey maintained his gentlemanly demeanor, but his eyes were fixed on Liu Lili's chest.

Seeing Jeffrey's lecherous look, Chen Mo frowned slightly.

"Mr. Lawson, I just heard from my men that you want to talk business with me. May I ask what kind of business Jeffrey is in?"

Chen Mo's words made Jeffrey turn his attention back to Chen Mo.

"Of course, it's a great business that can make you a fortune."

Jeffrey took a sip of his coffee and said slowly.

"As far as I know, Mr. Chan took over the territory of Leung Kwan last night and became the biggest triad boss in Mong Kok."

We used to work with Liang Kun, but now, naturally, we'll be working with you.

"Oh? Mr. Lawson, please explain more clearly. What kind of business are you referring to?"

Although Chen Mo already had some doubts, he pretended not to understand.

"Of course it's the heroin business," Jeffrey said proudly. "Mr. Chen couldn't possibly not know that Leung Kwan has been in the heroin business all along."

His goods all come from me.

Chen Mo was now certain that this guy was the upstream distributor for Liang Kun's fan-selling business. He came to Chen Mo wanting Chen Mo to replace Liang Kun and continue selling fans for him.

"Mr. Lawson, I think you should know me. I've always kept my distance from the heroin business."

There is probably no possibility of cooperation between us.

"No, no, no." Jeffrey shook his head. "Mr. Chen, don't rush into a decision."

"I know Mr. Chen doesn't like this business. But times have changed."

In the past, it didn't matter if Mr. Chen didn't do the heroin business. But now that you have such a large territory, not doing this business is blocking other people's path to wealth, and many people in Mong Kok will see you as an enemy.

On the contrary, as long as you are willing to cooperate with me, in addition to providing you with a low-priced and stable source of goods, I can also provide you with other support.

Even with the Hong Kong Island police, we have a certain amount of influence.

Having said that, Chen Mo had already guessed who was behind this foreigner.

Since the foreign government signed the joint declaration in 1984, the political lives of many foreign officials in Hong Kong have essentially come to an end.

Like some officials in the Portuguese and Macau governments, they began to try every means to make money.

Every year, Hong Kong Island police seize large quantities of heroin, which, according to regulations, should be destroyed.

But how could these people just stand by and watch all that heroin be destroyed? It's all money!

Thus, through their manipulation, this white powder, which should have been destroyed, reappeared on the market after being resold.

"Ling Kun" is their black glove.

Heung-kwan helps them gain fans and make money, and they support him behind the scenes, helping him solve some official troubles.

Now that Liang Kun is dead, these foreigners naturally need another person to help them move their goods.

Chen Mo, who took over Liang Kun's territory and had a sales network for counterfeit goods, became the most suitable candidate.

Unfortunately, Chen Mo is not Liang Kun.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Lawson. Hung Hing has its rules, and I have my bottom line."

I am a legitimate businessman and never do anything illegal. I will not cooperate with you.

Jeffrey frowned and said, "Mr. Chen, I hope you'll think this over carefully. Cooperating with us will bring you many benefits."

Chen Mo shook his head and said, "I would never do something as destructive as selling drugs. You should find someone else."

Upon hearing Chen Mo's firm refusal, Jeffrey's feigned gentlemanly manners and politeness vanished, replaced by an arrogant expression.

"Chen Mo, it is an honor for you that we have chosen to cooperate with you."

Who do you think you are? If you don't cooperate with us, believe me, I can make sure you can't survive in Hong Kong.

"I really don't believe it!" Chen Mo stopped being polite with Jeffrey. "Bring it on, whatever tricks you have up your sleeve."

"Now, get out!"

Jeffrey stood up, pointed at Chen Mo, and said angrily, "Chen Mo! Don't be ungrateful."

Chen Mo didn't even bother to stand up; he simply reached out, grabbed Jeffrey's fingers, and twisted them forcefully.

With a crisp "snap," Jeffrey's finger broke.

"Ah—" Jeffrey cried out in pain, clutching his fingers.

Just then, two henchmen at the door rushed in upon hearing the commotion: "Brother Mo, what happened?"

"fine."

Chen Mo glanced at Jeffrey, who was still wailing.

"Throw this foreigner out!"

"Yes, Brother Mo!"

Two henchmen stepped forward and dragged Jeffrey outside.

"Chen Mo, you'll regret this—"