Hong Kong variety show: Hung Hing, are you contributing to society?

Big Fool put on a smile and went to greet him: "Mr. Yang! You've finally arrived!"

Yang Zhen extended his hand and shook hands with Da Sha, his smile gentle: "Sorry to have kept you waiting, Brother Da Sha. There was a small problem with the ship last night, and we drifted at sea for half the night before finally reaching shore this morning."

Da Sha's smile froze for a moment, then returned to normal.

He stepped aside to make way, gesturing for them to sit down: "Come, come, sit down and talk."

The two sat down at the round table.

Yang Zhen's two bodyguards did not sit down; they stood on either side of him behind him, their faces behind sunglasses revealing no expression.

Da Sha poured Yang Zhen a cup of tea, pushed it towards him, and said, "Mr. Yang, we agreed on the phone that I would arrive last night. I canceled other things to wait for you. Are all Taiwanese people so punctual?"

His words were laced with anger, but the smile on Da Sha's face remained.

Yang Zhen picked up his teacup, took a slow sip, and put it down. "I didn't want to keep Big Fool waiting either, but there was really no other way. The sea is rough, and the captain doesn't dare to go too fast. Safety comes first."

He paused, then looked up at Da Sha: "What did you cancel last night, Da Sha? From what I'm hearing, it seems like you suffered a significant loss?"

Da Sha leaned back, the chair creaking as he said, "Lin Yaodong, Brother Dong, you know? The Oriental Pearl development went on sale last night, and they specifically called to ask me to come and support them. I didn't even go; I've just been waiting for you here."

He held up three fingers and shook them: "A three million deal, just like that, fell through."

Of course, he made this up on the spot.

Upon hearing this, Yang Zhen showed no dissatisfaction; instead, his smile became even more gentle.

That's exactly the kind of person he wants.

They value profit, are straightforward, and say what they mean.

Although such people are greedy, they are greedy in a clear and honest way, making them much easier to deal with than those who are polite on the surface but stab you in the back.

"I'm here to see Big Fool with sincerity." Yang Zhen pushed his teacup forward. "I'm willing to add another 500,000 to the price we agreed on over the phone."

Big Fool raised an eyebrow.

He smirked slightly.

An angry face instantly turned into a smiling face.

"Hehe~~ That's right."

He picked up the teapot and refilled Yang Zhen's cup, his tone twice as warm as before: "Mr. Yang is a straightforward person! I like dealing with straightforward people!"

The deal we discussed on the phone last time was for two million. Now, with an additional 500,000, that makes two and a half million.

Two and a half million, just enough to buy a house but no money left... Now he can replace his old fishing boat with a new one, and also rent a shop near the Saigon pier.

Big Fool was happily calculating when he suddenly remembered the important matter and leaned closer: "Mr. Yang, you said last time that this deal needed to be discussed in person, can we talk about it now?"

Yang Zhen did not speak immediately.

He tilted his head slightly, his gaze passing over the teacup in front of him and landing on the two henchmen behind Da Sha.

Ah Hai was staring at the tea and snacks on the table, swallowing hard.

Ah Xian stood ramrod straight, staring at the menu posted on the wall, lost in thought.

Da Sha understood and waved his hand, "Don't worry, Mr. Yang, we're all brothers who've risked their lives for each other. Ah Hai has been with me for seven years, and Ah Xian for five. They've saved my life twice. Otherwise, I wouldn't dare bring them to see you."

Yang Zhen nodded and looked away.

He took a folded newspaper from his suit pocket, unfolded it, flipped to a certain page, and pushed it in front of Da Sha.

The headline reads in bold: International Charity Poker Tournament to Open at the End of the Month, Gathering World's Top Players in New Zealand and Australia.

The accompanying picture shows a huge luxury cruise ship with gambling tables on the deck. Well-dressed men and women are gathered around the tables, smiling broadly.

"You know about the International Charity Poker Tournament, right?" Yang Zhen asked.

Da Sha glanced down at the newspaper and nodded. "I know, it's been in the paper every day lately. The old man who sells newspapers next door says this news is more exciting than the election of politicians."

He looked up at Yang Zhen, somewhat puzzled: "What does this have to do with you looking for me?"

Yang Zhen smiled, a smile with a hint of meaning: "To be honest, this competition is actually orchestrated by our Taiwan gang."

Da Sha was stunned for a moment.

Is the Taiwan faction in charge?

Do gangs and organizations also do charity?

When it comes to charity, he thinks of Lin Yaodong.

Dong Ge also came from a triad background, and he also does charity work, doesn't he?

Last month, they were distributing rice and oil to fishermen at the dock, and several reporters came to take pictures, which were published in the newspaper.

He also helped by getting half of his head in a photo on the newspaper.

Thinking about it this way, Da Sha nodded slightly, finding it reasonable.

Yang Zhen noticed the change in his expression and continued, "This competition is ostensibly a charity event, but in reality, it's using charity as a pretext to lure gamblers. We've invited dozens of well-known tycoons from Southeast Asia to Europe and America."

And then there are people from all over the world, and before boarding, each person has to bring at least five million US dollars in addition to their ticket...

Five million...

US dollars!

Da Sha's Adam's apple bobbed.

"Once these people are on the ship and in international waters, that's our territory." Yang Zhen's voice wasn't loud, but every word was clear. "They can gamble for as long as they want, and for as much as they want. It's normal for them to win or lose tens of millions of US dollars in one night."

He paused, then looked at Da Sha: "But we're not satisfied with just pumping water."

Big Fool understood: "You're setting me up?"

Yang Zhen neither confirmed nor denied it, but simply smiled and said, "I came to see you this time to discuss cooperation. The competition is being held on a cruise ship, which we chartered, but the crew belongs to the ship owner. I'm not comfortable with that."

He pulled a piece of paper from his briefcase, on which was drawn a simple diagram: "When the time comes, I will arrange for your people to board the ship and replace all the original crew. After the ship reaches international waters, follow my instructions. After it's done, I'll give you another two million."

Damn it!! It's those same old tricks again...

Big Fool cursed inwardly.

Making money through family assets is simple...

However, he then realized that he could also make money.

Two million, plus the previous two and a half million, that's four and a half million!

But this money is not easy to get.

Change crew, follow instructions, and after the mission is accomplished...

Yang Zhen didn't say what "success" meant, but Da Sha wasn't stupid; he could tell.

On the high seas, a cruise ship full of wealthy people is being replaced with all its crew members and forced to follow orders. This could easily lead to robbery or murder, but it will most likely result in murder.

The more wicked a person is, the richer they become.

Big Fool remained silent.

Yang Zhen did not urge him.

I picked up my teacup and sipped slowly, as if waiting for a question whose answer I already knew.

The private room fell silent.

The cries of seagulls drifted in from outside the window, someone in the kitchen downstairs shouted "Three lobsters!", and the ship's horn sounded again from the distant dock.

Ah Hai and Ah Xian looked at each other, not daring to utter a sound.

Big Fool's fingers started tapping on the table again, this time very slowly, one tap after another.

He has killed fish, chickens, and pigs in his life. One year during the Spring Festival, he personally slaughtered the New Year's pig.

But murder?

He has never killed anyone.

In the underworld, who hasn't said a few harsh words?

Who hasn't shouted slogans like "Kill him"?

But when it really comes down to using knives, it's mostly just to scare people.

If someone is actually killed, they'll be shot.

But this order is worth four and a half million...