Hong Kong film: The cop backs down, the ladies beg me to check his license.

"Take it a step further, give the brothers in the gang a break in shifts, let them fill up the theater seats. They're supposed to be here to watch a movie, but actually they're playing cards and chatting inside. Who cares? You can still make it look like the theater is packed and tickets are hard to come by."

"Even if those bespectacled officers from the police force or the Independent Commission Against Corruption (ICAC) come, so what? Rich people are willing to spend money on cultural causes; can they stop them?"

Liang Kun stood there, stunned, speechless for a long time, as if the gears in his brain were stuck and were struggling to mesh again. After a while, he finally came to his senses and gave Ye Tian a thumbs up.

"Tian, ​​I finally understand today. Your brain... it's really sharp, so sharp it's practically gleaming with cunning!"

Ye Tian's face hardened, and he deliberately glared at her: "How dare you talk like that? This is called wisdom, this is called foresight, what does it have to do with 'thief'?"

Handsome Kun quickly burst into laughter, waving his hands: "Slip of the tongue, purely a slip of the tongue! You're incredibly wise and clever! I apologize!" After laughing, he couldn't help but rub his hands together, "With such a good connection, how much of what we have that can't be laundered?"

He chuckled for a while, then the smile on his face slowly faded, and his brows furrowed.

"But... then where do we put our costs? Money laundering always involves some visible losses, right?"

Ye Tian seemed taken aback by his words and rolled his eyes: "You run a legitimate company, don't you need to pay your employees' salaries? Don't you need to pay taxes to the Hong Kong government? These expenses in black and white are costs, the costs of money laundering."

Handsome Kun's face immediately turned ashen, his expression full of displeasure: "We still have to pay tribute to the Hong Kong government?"

Ye Tian sighed, looking at his miserly appearance: "The shops on our territory all have to pay us a 'stability fee.' If you don't pay this 'regulation fee' to the Hong Kong government, do you think they'll let you live peacefully? Police cars are circling your door every day, can you stand it?"

Liang Kun pouted and reluctantly squeezed out a "Hmph" from his throat.

"Does paying this 'regulation fee' really guarantee my innocence?"

Ye Tian nodded slightly, his tone tinged with amusement: "Who knows? In the future, when the Governor hosts a banquet for business tycoons, you, the 'movie mogul,' might even get an invitation and have a glass of red wine at his mansion."

Upon hearing this, Liang Kun spat angrily on the ground: "Pah! Who cares!"

Ye Tian didn't respond to that, and turned to Lin Fu, who had been standing quietly beside him, and said, "Don't you have six million in cash? Send it to Brother Kun tonight, and let him use this method to launder that money."

Upon hearing this, Lin Fu's eyes flashed with genuine gratitude, and he clasped his hands in a fist salute to Ye Tian. He acknowledged that Brother Tian still remembered this favor.

Handsome Kun was taken aback: "You're leaving already?"

Ye Tian had already stood up, patted his pants, and said, "Boss, I still have several thick books in my bag waiting to be studied. If you don't hurry back and study, are you really going to stay here and help you count and move money one bill at a time? I've laid out all the tricks of the trade for you; you can figure out the specifics yourself."

Liang Kun smiled with relief and waved his hand, "Alright, alright, you're a scholar, this is important. Let's go, let's go." When he saw Ye Tian to the door, he suddenly remembered something and quickly added, "By the way, Hung Hing is having a regular meeting tomorrow, remember to arrive early, don't be late."

Ye Tian waved his hand with his back to him, his voice drifting over: "Okay."

[Ding, today's information has been updated.]

[Criminal (Bronze): Hung Hing's Chiang Tin-sang plans to join forces with Chiang Tin-yeung and others to seize the operating rights of several diamond casinos in Macau.]

[Criminal (Bronze): Hengyuan Finance Group Co., Ltd. is facing a strong competitor, and manager Song Zihao is deeply worried.]

[Criminal (Bronze): Lui Yiu-yeung of the Tung Sing triad is depressed because he can't find a kindred spirit, so he sets his sights on Fat Lai, the leader of the North Point branch of the Hung Hing triad.]

The messages were all in bronze, like a pile of inconspicuous scraps.

Ye Tian, ​​as always, casually categorized and saved this information, without any negligence. Even the most fragmented pieces of information might one day piece together an unexpected picture. For example, the first piece of information finally allowed him to figure out Jiang Tiansheng's true intention in asking Liang Kun to raise money.

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The area around the long conference table in the Juyi Hall was already as noisy as a morning market.

Those blue and red lanterns in the organization might still hold a certain awe for this monthly high-level meeting, perceiving it as mysterious and solemn. But the hall masters and bosses who are truly qualified to sit here know very well that these so-called big shots, when they get heated, are no different in manners from street vendors vying for business.

Young Kun was seething with anger, his jaw clenched so hard it was hard. He hadn't chosen a good seat; it was right next to Fatty Lai from North Point.

This guy was really outrageous. Showing up to a top-level Hung Hing meeting in his worn-out, nearly falling-off flip-flops was bad enough. But then he sat there, slouching, one hand inside his flip-flops, picking at his toes, completely oblivious to everyone else. And that's not all; Hong Kong's humid weather means athlete's foot is common. What was truly chilling was that after a few strokes, Fat Lai would hold his fingers up to his nose, take a deep breath, and wear an almost blissful expression, as if the grime wasn't dirt but some kind of invigorating spice.

Thirteen Sister, Han Bin, and the others had already quietly moved their chairs to the other side, as far away as possible.

Well-behaved Liang Kun was in trouble; he had nowhere to move. Fatty Li's hand, which had just finished picking at his toes, was still restless, occasionally twitching as he spoke, carrying an indescribable odor that almost brushed against Liang Kun's arm.

Liang Kun held back for a long time, but finally couldn't hold back any longer. He turned to look at Uncle Liu, who was sitting behind the main seat and responsible for maintaining order in the hall, and squeezed out his voice through gritted teeth: "Uncle Liu, if I were to hit someone here, how much would I be fined?"

The once bustling Juyi Hall fell silent instantly. All eyes turned to Liang Kun and Uncle Liu, who was leisurely sipping his tea.

Uncle Six put down his teacup, wiped his mouth, a hint of a smile in his eyes, and said slowly, "This is the Hall of Righteousness, the place where Hung Hing places the most rules. In principle... no fighting is allowed."

He paused, then changed the subject: "However, if it's a personal grudge and a fight is unavoidable, paying a fine isn't out of the question. But since you're all hall masters, your statuses are different. Fighting here will incur a heavier fine: 100,000 yuan. And you have to ensure there are no serious injuries or major incidents."

Without saying a word, Liang Kun took out two bundles of thousand-dollar bills from his handbag and slammed them onto the shiny table.

"The money I'll pay for beating him up twice!"

He was about to get up when a figure next to him got up faster than him.

Ye Tian seemed to have a spring under his butt, and suddenly sprang up from the chair behind Liang Kun. Without saying a word, he raised his leg and kicked hard at Fatty Li's huge chest!

"Thump!"

Fat Li was basking in the scent of his fingertips when, completely unprepared, he screamed and fell backward, chair and all, crashing to the ground like a heavy sack of flour with a dull thud.

Liang Kun was stunned for a moment, then became furious, pointing at Ye Tian: "Hey! Tian! Are you stealing my business?"

Ye Tian replied matter-of-factly, "You're the boss. It wouldn't sound good if word got out that you were fighting in the Hall of Righteousness, and you'd be punished. I can handle this kind of rough work."

Liang Kun was even more displeased, pointing at Fatty Li, who was struggling to get up from the ground: "I've already paid! I have to have some fun too, right?"

Ye Tian reached into his pocket, pulled out a wad of equally thick banknotes, and tossed them onto the table in front of Uncle Liu, his voice clear and bright: "Uncle Liu, add another 100,000! I'll cover ten rounds!"

Uncle Liu immediately beamed with joy, quickly gathered the two stacks of money in front of him, moistened his fingers with saliva, and began to count them happily, saying as he counted, "Fighting is fighting, making a fuss is making a fuss, just don't let anyone get killed."

Ye Tian revealed a near-sinister smile, twisted his wrist, and then swung his ankle: "Don't worry, I know what I'm doing. I'll guarantee he lives, but he definitely won't be comfortable."

After saying that, he took two steps forward and chased after Fatty Li, who was barely able to prop himself up, specifically targeting fleshy but non-lethal spots! His buttocks, back, and outer thighs were kicked one after another. He resolutely refused to use his hands, finding them dirty.

Big Fei and Greyhound from North Point stood to the side, exchanging a glance but neither moving, just watching. If they weren't nominally under Fatty Lai's control and belonged to the North Point branch, they probably would have been the first to rush in and attack. It was so irritating.

After watching for a few seconds, Liang Kun felt increasingly cheated, so he rushed up and kicked Fatty Li's thigh twice. Only then did he feel a little better, clapped his hands, and returned to his seat.