Uncle Shazhu, a simple-minded man in a courtyard house, persuades people with reason.

"He Ping'an, this is Hong Kong and Kowloon, this is my Lou family's villa on the hillside, not your He family's tenement in Beiping! Please have some self-respect!"

At this moment, Lou Qianchuan really does seem like the head of the family. I just wonder if he would still have the guts if he knew He Ping'an was serious.

He Ping'an clicked his tongue twice and turned to look at Lou's mother beside him:

"Madam Lou, Lou Zhenhua is at least a cunning old fox, capable of 'dancing on three eggs.' Even if he's a tiger father and a dog son, the son should at least be a hunting dog, not a Pekingese!"

He Ping'an's words were practically a swearing attack on the Lou family, and a very vulgar one at that.

Mrs. Lou remained calm and composed, retorting without batting an eye: "Mr. He, you'd better watch your words. After all, Xiaohui is still a daughter of the Lou family, and Qianchuan is his elder brother."

"Heh..." He Ping'an glanced at Lou Qianchuan with disdain, "A big brother who sells girls?"

"You..." Lou Qianchuan's face flushed red, "With me here, you can forget about marrying my sister!"

"Yes, the eldest brother is like a father! With Father-in-law gone, Qianchuan is the one who calls the shots in this family!" Liu Hui shamelessly misinterpreted Lou Qianchuan's meaning from the side.

"An elder brother is like a father, and Lou Bancheng isn't dead yet!" He Ping'an coldly swept his gaze over the foolish and greedy couple. He looked at Lou's mother and said seriously:

"Mrs. Lou, I trust you will make the right decision regarding Xiaohui's marriage. If you cannot make the decision, send a message back to Beijing. I believe Lou Zhenhua will not let me down."

He Pingan gently tucked the stray hairs behind Lou Xiaohui's ear. "How about July 1st? The Party's birthday is the perfect day!"

"Mmm!" Lou Xiaohui made no attempt at restraint, her face flushed as she took the initiative. She was truly fed up with her brother and sister-in-law; otherwise, she wouldn't have pretended to be deaf and dumb.

After whispering a few words with the pretty young woman, He Ping'an ignored the livid faces of Lou Qianchuan and his wife and left the Lou family home. Lou Bancheng wouldn't dare disappoint him with this marriage! There was nothing to worry about…

At the entrance of Jardine Matheson, the receptionist gave He Ping'an, who was carrying a sack, a strange look but still bowed at a 90-degree angle.

He Ping'an smiled gently. Respect for appearance precedes respect for the person… His clothes were clearly expensive; even if he were carrying a sack, no one would dare to look down on him. The same principle applies to business negotiations; appearances must be respected!

"We drive Mercedes and Rolls-Royces, you drive a Mazda, no wonder you're stuck in traffic!" It seems like a joke, but it's a stark reality. Not every big shot can wear cloth shoes when negotiating business. It's not just about saving face, it's about real power!

He Ping'an glanced around the luxuriously decorated hall, then the sack in his hand flew out, hitting the fat manager and making him stumble. "Buy a Rolls-Royce Silver Wraith!" he said casually, as if he were buying groceries at a market!

Ten minutes later, under the respectful gaze of the manager and the hostess, He Ping'an got into a rickshaw and left.

Jardine Matheson would never neglect such a major client. A manager with a face that rivaled that of a celebrity and long legs in stockings offered to drive.

He Ping'an may be a scumbag and a womanizer, but he doesn't have the habit of casually becoming brothers-in-law with others, and he decisively rejected Jardine Matheson's goodwill.

"Sigh... I don't have much money left!"

He Ping'an sighed. That night, over a hundred gambling dens and opium dens belonging to the three major triads were looted, with total losses amounting to more than 20 million Hong Kong dollars.

The following day, a major earthquake struck Hong Kong and Kowloon, and the streets were filled with thugs trying to gather information. They found nothing! They didn't know what the person looked like, or even how they got lost; they woke up to find their money gone!

The commotion lasted for a week, until He Ping'an drove off in his new car, and the thugs from the three major gangs gradually returned to the shadows. It was rumored that... the leaders of each faction dealt with a group of their subordinates under the pretext of internal strife.

As for whether this is an opportunity to eliminate dissidents, opinions vary! There's no shortage of self-righteous conspiracy theorists in the world, who are just stirring up trouble!

In the New Territories, the Peng clan of Fanling, one of the five major clans today, mobilized its entire clan. The clan head and elders of each branch gathered at the Peng clan ancestral hall to welcome a distinguished guest.

In the United States, the organization could only send He Ping'an on a solo mission, but within China, there was no place our Party couldn't reach. The Peng family of Fanling was one of their tentacles…

During the War of Resistance, he assisted our Party's underground organization in transmitting intelligence, and of course, he also helped the Kuomintang. However, now that the Kuomintang is employing a strategy of isolated island warfare, Peng Dehuai and his subordinates naturally keep quiet about it. Our Party is also pretending not to know! In the War of Resistance against Japan, there's no distinction between "you" and "me"!

After waiting for an unknown amount of time, just when some of the older clan elders were about to give up, a luxury car covered in dust and adorned with a small golden figure on its hood appeared in everyone's sight.

"Rolls-Royce!" No young person doesn't love cars, and besides, Hong Kong and Kowloon haven't experienced major development yet, so anyone who owns a luxury car like a Rolls-Royce is definitely a big shot.

Peng Yuansheng, the patriarch of the Peng clan, frowned and glanced at the young man behind him who was shouting and yelling. The young man's expression froze for a moment, but he couldn't help but mutter under his breath:

"Father, that car costs at least 19 upon arrival at the port! Are you sure it came from the north?"

Peng Yuansheng glared at his son, signaling him to get lost. Ever since receiving the notification from the north, he had pulled many strings to learn just how formidable He Ping'an was…

It's simply unbelievable that someone could organize such a large-scale operation while being responsible for intelligence gathering and eliminating traitors right under the enemy's nose.

So now, Hong Kong and Kowloon are still capitalist. I dare not say it's big in the New Territories, but in Fanling, the Pang family can make decisions on everything. They have people, land, guns, and veterans who have fought in wars!

If they could get He Ping'an to come up with a feasible plan, the rise of the Peng family would be just around the corner. Forget the five great families of the New Territories, from now on, it would only be the Fanling Peng family!

Even if they couldn't, He Ping'an's identity alone was enough to warrant the Peng family's careful consideration. At 20 years old, he was skilled in both literature and martial arts, had outstanding military achievements, and knew how to make money; no one doubted his future.

We can treat them to a good meal and drinks; it won't cost much. As for those old folks waiting a bit longer... well... the other four families wouldn't even have a chance to wait!

He Ping'an spat, closed the car door, and walked towards the man in the middle with a smile.

"You must be Mr. Peng Yuansheng, the clan head? Hello, my name is He Ping'an! I'm so sorry to have kept you all waiting for so long. I'm just a junior scholar. I really didn't expect the road conditions to be so difficult..."

He Ping'an looked back at the lingering smoke and dust in the distance, his expression indescribable.

Peng Yuansheng wasn't angry; instead, he chimed in, "There's nothing we can do. The British have been developing Hong Kong Island and Kowloon. If the New Territories are the outskirts of Hong Kong Island and Kowloon, then Fanling is the boundary of the New Territories."

"Sigh... In short, it's tough!"