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

Chen Mo's words were like a resounding slap in the face, striking everyone present hard.

That's right, Chen Mo doesn't get involved in prostitution, gambling, or drugs, and he doesn't lend money at exorbitant interest rates, so what?

Chen Mo earns more than them even without doing business, so why would he get involved in illegal businesses?

Do they run casinos, lend money at exorbitant interest rates, sell drugs, and force women into prostitution because they like it?

Of course not, it's for making money!

Why don't they do business? Is it because they don't like it?

Of course not, it's because they can't do legitimate business, so they can only do those other things!

Jiang Tiansheng had been secretly using the gang's money to do business for several years, but he always lost more money than he earned.

Otherwise, why did they keep Causeway Bay under their control to make money? It was all to fill the hole!

This is why, despite his desire to whitewash the gang, he hasn't taken any action.

The same goes for others; if they had Chen Mo's business acumen, they wouldn't risk engaging in shady dealings.

Seeing that everyone was showing signs of being persuaded by Chen Mo, Wang Bao quickly said, "Chen Mo, you're just making excuses."

There are so many triads on Hong Kong Island, you're not the only one who knows how to do business. Even if your Hung Hing has rules against taking drugs, there's no rule against people using drugs and consuming drugs in the club, right?

Furthermore, so many of my powder storage facilities were found; how do you explain that? Do you dare say it has nothing to do with you?

"That's right, Wang Bao makes sense," the old man with white hair said. "When you're out in the game, who would complain about having too much money?"

You're giving up a profitable business, and you won't allow others to take drugs in your establishment. How dare you say you're without problems?

"I can tell you're clearly an undercover police officer!"

"Old man with white hair! Have you had enough of living?" Chen Mo warned coldly.

The old man with white hair snorted coldly and said arrogantly, "What, are you getting angry now that I've told you the truth?"

Chen Mo didn't know if the old man was just talking nonsense or if he had really found out something, but he definitely couldn't admit to being an undercover agent.

Chen Mo guessed that the old man with white hair was more likely just making things up to smear him.

After all, his police file had long been destroyed by Wong Bing Yiu. He and Wong Bing Yiu had never communicated in public.

"Just because you said I'm an undercover agent, if you can't produce some solid evidence today, I guarantee you won't see the sun tomorrow!"

"You're acting like a cop, what more evidence do you need!"

Faced with Chen Mo's threat, the old man with white hair was somewhat guilty, but he still insisted on his words.

However, he couldn't produce any real evidence, which reassured Chen Mo quite a bit.

Deng Fei tapped the table again.

"Chen Mo, although the reasons given by Bai Tou Weng and Wang Bao are somewhat far-fetched, it is a fact that Wang Bao's powder warehouse has been investigated."

I think you should try to prove yourself.

Chen Mo leaned back in his chair and crossed his legs.

"Uncle Deng, you're getting old, you should just stay home. The roads outside aren't safe, what if you trip and fall one day!"

"It's okay, I'm in my fifties, I've seen all kinds of roads and pits, I won't fall."

"It's you, young man, who doesn't know to look down and watch where you're going; you're more likely to fall."

"Then I must thank Uncle Deng for the reminder."

Chen Mo turned his gaze away from Deng Fei and looked at Lian Haolong.

"Does Mr. Lian think I need to prove myself?"

Lian Haolong glanced at Jiang Tiansheng, then at Deng Fei, and said, "Since the seniors all suspect you, I can't say anything."

Chen Mo shrugged and said helplessly, "Fine."

Chen Mo finally understood that everyone else was targeting him, and even though Hao Long didn't seem to be targeting him, he wouldn't help him either.

"You're asking me to prove I have nothing to do with the police, but to be honest, I really don't know how to prove it."

Why don't you all give me some advice on how I should prove it?

"Should we take out a few policemen, or what?"

Chen Mo threw the question back at them to see what they planned to do.

This group of people couldn't have made such a big fuss just to disgust Chen Mo; they must have some other purpose.

The old man with white hair spoke first: "How about this, as long as you open up the territory and allow others to come in and distribute goods, and you guarantee that those distributing goods won't get arrested by the police, we'll believe you have no connection with the police, how about it?"

Chen Mo raised an eyebrow, ignoring the white-haired old man, and asked the others, "Uncle Deng, Mr. Lian, do you also think so?"

"I think the old man's idea is good. Anyway, it doesn't cost you anything."

On the surface, Deng Fei still maintained an air of indifference and impartiality, but Chen Mo did not miss the glint of greed that flashed in his eyes.

Wo Luen Shing only prohibits those who leave their fan base from running for leader, but it doesn't prohibit leaving one's fan base.

If Chen Mo opens up his territory and allows others to distribute goods, Wo Luen Shing will naturally want a piece of the pie.

Lian Haolong didn't speak, but he nodded.

Although he admired Chen Mo, that admiration couldn't withstand the temptation of profit.

Seeing the reactions of the others, Chen Mo looked at Jiang Tiansheng.

"Mr. Jiang, what do you mean? They're blatantly trying to make me break the gang's rules!"

They had a good idea, but Chen Mo wanted to see how Jiang Tiansheng would react.

Jiang Tiansheng still wore that forced smile on his face and said, "Uncle Deng, old man, the underworld has its own rules, and so does our Hung Hing."

Is it a bit much to ask Amer to open up his territory to other people to sell his products?

After thinking for a moment, Deng Fei nodded and said, "Mr. Jiang is right. We really can't break the rules of Hung Hing."

"How about this, let Chen Mo change the rules: if someone does drugs in his establishment, just leave it alone. After all, that's their freedom. What do you think?"

"Let's do as Uncle Deng says," Jiang Tiansheng nodded with a smile.

The old man and the others remained silent, and the two of them settled the matter just like that.

Chen Mo watched Jiang Tiansheng and Deng Fei sing in unison, a cold smile playing on his lips.

That group really had a brilliant idea.

Wang Bao was only causing trouble in Chen Mo's territory in Tsim Sha Tsui. These people were telling Chen Mo to give up his territory, which was almost half of Mong Kok!

Once Chen Mo allows those fans to enter his territory, people will dare to secretly distribute the goods.

If Chen Mo tries to prohibit it then, he will offend Wo Luen Shing, Tung Hing, Chung Shun Yee, and Wong Po at the same time.

If left unchecked, will the territory still be their own?

Jiang Tiansheng is such a shrewd strategist!

Chen Mo's eyes gradually turned cold. He picked up the teacup in front of him and slammed it hard on the table with a loud bang.

The teacup shattered, and shards mixed with tea splashed onto the people around it.

The group of people, who had been feeling rather smug, froze as Chen Mo's icy voice rang out.

"Do you think I'm dead? Who are you to dictate my territory?"