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

Everyone says Southern fists and Northern legs, but in Hong Kong, leg techniques aren't really that effective. The weather is damp all year round, and the ground is always slippery. If you jump up and land and your foot slips, it's no joke; you're practically handing your life over to luck.

Beside Ye Tian's desk stood a mini punching bag, no bigger than the palm of his hand. While reading, his left hand turned the pages, his right hand never stopped. His fists, carrying a gust of wind, pounded the punching bag solidly, one blow after another. The dull "thump, thump" echoed in the empty living room, the steady rhythm almost like clapping along to the sentences in the book.

"Still gnawing on this dry, unappetizing stuff?"

Ye Tian stopped moving unconsciously, looked up abruptly, and a flash of displeasure at being disturbed crossed his eyes.

"Don't you know to knock before entering someone's house?"

Liang Kun spread his hands innocently, his tone aggrieved: "I did knock, I knocked three times, but you were too engrossed in watching and didn't hear me."

Lin Fu stood to the side and nodded gently: "Brother Tian, ​​Brother Kun did knock on the door, and he did make quite a racket."

Ye Tian frowned, his fingertips tapping unconsciously twice on the table. "Looks like I'll have to lock the door next time. Otherwise, if some unwanted person breaks in one day, I won't even know how I died."

Liang Kun's gaze fell on the book on the table, and he craned his neck curiously: "What kind of heavenly book are you reading? You're so fascinated by it?"

Ye Tian casually tossed the book over. The pages flipped through the air with a whoosh, tracing an arc.

Liang Kun caught it and glanced at the cover! "An Introduction to Economics," he immediately grinned. "It's all charts and formulas, and you can actually understand it?" His tone was genuinely admiring, mixed with a hint of disbelief.

Ye Tian shrugged: "There's no other way. If you want to make big money steadily and in a long time, you have to put in some effort and crack these tough nuts."

Liang Kun chuckled, nudging Ye Tian's shoulder lightly with his elbow. "Then you should work harder and turn all this knowledge into real money as soon as possible." He winked, a playful glint in his eyes. "You deliberately set a trap for Thirteen Sister earlier, didn't you?"

Ye Tian was taken aback for a moment, then understood, raising an eyebrow: "What on purpose?"

"I'm deliberately giving her a warning," Leung Kwan said, his eyes narrowing with a smile. "I'm letting her know who's in charge here in Yau Tsim Mong."

Ye Tian couldn't help but laugh, a sly glint in his eyes: "Of course it was intentional."

"It's true that the three districts of Yau Tsim Mong support each other. But there has to be a hierarchy, a distinction between high and low, right?"

"If you, Brother Kun, just stay put and be the Mong Kok gang leader, I won't bother with these other people's business."

"Even if Thirteen Sister makes a mess of things herself, it has absolutely nothing to do with me!"

"But she questioned you in front of a group of people, which is disrespectful to me."

"How can I let someone who doesn't give me face have an easy time?"

"We have to put some pressure on her and make her remember how to talk to you."

Liang Kun laughed heartily and patted Ye Tian's shoulder forcefully: "Good brother! I knew you were doing this for me!"

Lin Fu couldn't help but remind him, "Brother Tian, ​​won't doing this make the other hall masters uncomfortable?"

Ye Tian smiled slyly, but his tone was very confident: "Don't worry, in the end, she'll have to thank me instead."

Lin Fu: "..."

After laughing enough, Liang Kun rubbed his sore cheeks and continued, "After you left, Thirteen Sister actually called Zhang Meirun. And sure enough, that woman was a lesbian."

"I've had feelings for Thirteen Sister since I was little, but unfortunately she was only interested in boys back then."

"I had no idea there was someone hiding right next to me."

"When Thirteen Sister, Han Bin, and the Crown Prince heard this, they immediately believed you."

Ye Tian curled his lip: "I was just telling the truth, what's so surprising?"

"The most interesting part is yet to come," Liang Kun continued, "As soon as Thirteen Sister hung up on Zhang Meirun, another call came in."

"Guess who it is?"

Ye Tian sighed, his tone flat: "I didn't know at first. But you're grinning so hard you're showing your teeth, you're probably Uncle Ben from Tung Sing."

Liang Kun chuckled strangely, "Thirteen Sister was stunned at the time, her eyes widened like bells."

"Han Bin and the Crown Prince weren't much better off; the three of them looked like they'd seen a ghost in broad daylight."

"It's as if you were the one pulling the string behind all of this."

Ye Tian couldn't help but laugh, a hint of mockery in his voice: "My uncle is an old fox of the same generation as Camel, and he's also the moneybag of Dongxing. How could I possibly have the ability to command him?"

Liang Kun laughed even harder, slapping his thigh: "Han Bin immediately had Thirteen Sister put the phone on speakerphone. Uncle Ben said on the phone that he hadn't seen her in a long time and wanted to get together with her."

"You left too early; you didn't see the expressions on those three people's faces. Absolutely awful."

Ye Tian raised an eyebrow: "I was just stating the facts I knew."

After laughing until he was exhausted, Liang Kun rubbed his face vigorously, his eyes still gleaming with curiosity: "If I didn't know you so well, I would really think you were in cahoots with Uncle Ben."

"From which nook and cranny did you dig up this information?"

Ye Tian smiled and asked in return, "Guess?"

Handsome Kun's face darkened: "I'm not a three-year-old, what are you guessing for? Tell me!"

Ye Tian shrugged: "You know I have connections and sources of information. There's no need for me to report everything to you."

Liang Kun didn't press the matter further. Everyone has their own path; as long as he was certain Ye Tian was still the brother who shared his heart, that was enough. The greater Ye Tian's abilities, the more support he could draw upon.

"Give me Wu Zhaonan's contact information."

Upon hearing this, Ye Tian looked at him in surprise: "You really intend to recruit that guy?"

Liang Kun glanced back at Lin Fu, his tone tinged with helplessness: "If I had a few more reliable men like Xiao Fu under my command, would I still need to worry about Wu Zhaonan?"

"The problem is, as you said yourself, Sha Qiang and his gang are really not very useful."

Ye Tian lowered his head and thought for a moment, then slowly nodded: "That's not wrong."

"Wu Zhaonan, to be honest, does have some sense of loyalty, but his 'cost-effectiveness' is a bit low."

Handsome Kun immediately became interested and leaned forward: "Loyal and righteous? How can someone like him, who only cares about money and not people, be associated with loyalty and righteousness?"

Ye Tian shrugged and explained in a flat tone, "Wu Zhaonan is greedy. But he lives a simpler life than the monks in the temple, and he doesn't care about enjoying anything."

"At first glance, he looks like a mythical creature that only takes in money and never gives it out, but in reality, all the money he earns goes to pay for the medical treatment of the wife and children of a deceased brother."

"That disease is a bottomless pit; it will cost a fortune."

"Just for this reason, I can say that I have lived up to the word 'loyalty'."

"I said he was not cost-effective because his skills were indeed average."

"He's no match for Xiao Fu, only a bit stronger than Chen Haonan and the others. He'd probably be on par with the weaker of the Five Tigers of Tung Sing."

Ugly Kun's expression was exaggerated, as if he had heard something out of the blue: "Your expectations are way too high! Little Fuk's skills are on par with the Crown Prince! In the entire Hung Hing, besides you, I can't find a third person as good a fighter as you!"

"Wu Zhaonan's skill level is already quite impressive. What more do you want?"

Ye Tian pursed his lips and didn't reply. In his memories of his previous life, people with skills like Lin Fu were a dime a dozen. People like Luo Tianhong, Aji, Bu Tonglin, and Wang Jianjun—weren't they all top-tier fighters?

Ye Tian wanted to persuade him further, but Liang Kun had already made his decision: "Stop talking nonsense, give me Wu Zhaonan's phone number. I've decided, I want him."

Suddenly, a scene flashed through Ye Tian's mind! In the future, when Liang Kun asked Wu Zhaonan to do something, that guy would always say "I have to pay more".

Tsk.

It's quite interesting to think about.

He suddenly felt a sense of anticipation, wondering what kind of antics "Brother Pay More" and "Brother Liang Kun" would get up to when they met. So he took out his phone and called Wu Zhaonan.

Twenty minutes later, Wu Zhaonan rushed in, eagerly asking as soon as he entered, "Boss, is there new work again?"

This "money-grubbing guy" loves employers like Ye Tian who are quick to pay. He only worked for two hours that morning, and four million was in his pocket. He'd love to have a deal like this every day.

Ye Tian looked at him and got straight to the point: "I'll introduce you to a long-term employer. Want to consider it?"

Wu Zhaonan looked him over suspiciously, his eyes filled with wariness: "Long-term employer?"