Hong Kong films: From street thugs to Hong Kong financial tycoons

The Peninsula Hotel, Presidential Suite.

"Click".

Lin Yao pushed open the door and had just stepped inside when he felt a chilling killing intent rush towards him!

"Don't move! Hands behind your head! Take one more step and I'll chop you up!"

A hysterical roar from a tigress echoed through the living room. Lin Yao looked closely and almost choked on his cigarette with laughter.

Thirteen Sister, with two huge dark circles under her eyes and her hair as messy as a bird's nest, was squatting on the sofa like a guard dog protecting its food.

She gripped the HSBC Black Card tightly in her left hand, held a gleaming watermelon knife high in her right, and her bloodshot eyes scanned her surroundings warily, looking like a manic patient who had just escaped from a mental hospital.

"Sis, what are you doing?"

Lin Yao walked over speechlessly and casually tossed his Armani suit jacket onto the leather seat.

"Ah, Ah Yao? You're finally back!"

Upon seeing that it was her own brother, Thirteen Sister's tense nerves instantly collapsed. With a clang, she threw down the watermelon knife, rushed forward, and grabbed Lin Yao's arm, tears streaming down her face.

"You scared the hell out of me! Do you have any idea what I went through while you were gone for half a day?!"

"A foreign waiter in uniform came to deliver food just now. He looked at me a couple of times. I suspect he must be an assassin sent by HSBC to blow my head off and steal my card. I didn't even dare to open the door for him. I cursed him for half an hour through the door, calling him a bastard."

"And that cleaning lady downstairs keeps pointing her broom at our window; she's definitely sending a coded signal to the Flying Tigers!"

"Ah Yao, let's take these tens of millions and run away. Let's go back to the countryside in the New Territories and buy a pork stall. This money is enough for the two of us to cut pork for the rest of our lives, sob sob..."

Lin Yao was speechless, his mouth twitching uncontrollably. Twenty-five million was enough to scare this future leader of Hung Hing to this extent?

If she waits until Black Monday next month and rakes in tens or hundreds of billions, wouldn't she just be dead on the spot?

"Sis, calm down. Remember your place. You're now the older sister of a billionaire, the security director of Yaosheng Capital!"

Lin Yao patted Thirteen Sister on the shoulder and said earnestly, "A mere tens of millions scared you so much you wanted to kill someone. If I earn tens of billions in the future, will you have to buy an atomic bomb and put it by your bedside to sleep soundly?"

"Several...hundreds of billions?!"

Thirteen Sister gasped sharply, fell straight backward, and almost passed out.

"Alright, stop acting like you're suffering from paranoia."

Lin Yao pulled her up.

"Go take a shower and change into some decent clothes. Our investment company and film company are already listed. Now all we need is a super headquarters that can keep things in check."

"Come on, today your little brother will take you to Central and rent the most awesome office building in all of Hong Kong!"

……

At 2 p.m., in Central, the Far East Finance Centre, a Grade A office building covered entirely in gold-colored glass curtain walls, gleamed in the sunlight and is one of Hong Kong's famous landmark buildings.

Those who can rent an entire floor of office space here are invariably multinational giants or top local conglomerates.

The top floor, the 48th floor, is a super spacious 20,000 square feet apartment with floor-to-ceiling windows offering a 360-degree panoramic view of the entire Victoria Harbour.

At this moment, in the spacious and luxurious office area, Smith, the British property director of the Far East Financial Center, was smiling broadly as he accompanied a group of people to inspect the site.

Leading the group was a middle-aged man nearing fifty, dressed in a Tang suit and leaning on a sandalwood cane. His brows exuded an air of authority and ruthlessness, and behind him were four bodyguards in suits with bulging waistbands.

This man is none other than Zheng Jianguo, the head of the Zheng Family Jewelry Group in Central, a multi-billion dollar family, and the father of the young master Zheng who was almost forced to eat horse manure by Lin Yao in Happy Valley yesterday!

"Mr. Smith, the feng shui of this floor is excellent. The water vapor of Victoria Harbour gathers and does not dissipate, which is a good layout for gathering and retaining energy."

Zheng Jianguo tapped the marble floor with his cane and declared with an air of grandeur, "Our Zheng Group is preparing to enter the financial industry. I've got my eye on this floor. Three million a month for rent, right? I'll sign it!"

Upon hearing this, Smith's face immediately broke into a wide grin: "Oh, Chairman Zheng is so generous. It's an honor for our Far East Financial Center to have the Zheng Group move in. I'll have the contract prepared right away..."

"bite--"

Just then, the private elevator emitted a crisp notification sound, and the elevator doors slowly opened.

Lin Yao, dressed in a well-tailored, pure black haute couture suit, walked out calmly with one hand in his pocket and Thirteen Sister, who had just had her hair done and was wearing a smart women's business suit.

"The environment is nice, and the view is wide enough, which is worthy of the name of Yaosheng Capital."

Lin Yao glanced around at the floor-to-ceiling windows, nodded in satisfaction, and, ignoring the large group of people beside him, shouted, "Who's in charge of this floor? I'll rent it!"

This shout immediately drew the attention of Smith, Zheng Jianguo, and the others. Smith frowned, looking at the two unfamiliar faces. Although they were dressed in designer brands, they exuded a rough and unruly air, not like proper business tycoons.

"Sorry, sir, the 48th floor has already been reserved by Chairman Zheng. If you need office space, I can show you a few rooms next to the basement..."

Smith said in a somewhat arrogant British accent.

Before Lin Yao could speak, Zheng Jianguo's expression suddenly darkened, and he stared intently at Lin Yao's face.

Last night, his good-for-nothing son, Zheng Liwei, came running home, crying and shouting that he had been extorted by a gangster named Lin Yao at the racecourse, and even pulled up the racecourse's surveillance footage.

Zheng Jianguo would recognize that arrogant and domineering thug who was rubbing his son against him in the surveillance footage even if he were reduced to ashes!

"I thought it was someone who was talking so arrogantly, but it turns out to be you, you damn fool who doesn't know what's good for you!"

Zheng Jianguo slammed his sandalwood cane on the ground with a thud, his eyes flashing with intense killing intent.

"Your name is Lin Yao, right? Yesterday in Happy Valley, you used despicable means to cheat my son. I haven't even had a chance to settle the score with you yet, and today you actually dare to come to Central and try to steal my territory?"

As soon as Zheng Jianguo said this, the four black-clad bodyguards behind him stepped forward instantly, their hands reaching for their waists, and a chilling aura instantly filled the entire floor.

Thirteen Sister instinctively stepped in front of Lin Yao, her eyes as fierce as a wolf's, her right hand already stealthily reaching for the small folding knife she carried: "Old man, who the hell are you trying to scare? Trying to outnumber me?"

"Believe it or not, I can make one phone call and have three hundred Hung Hing brothers come up and tear this dilapidated building down!"

Seeing this, Smith was so frightened that he took several steps back: "Security! Call security! You gangsters! This is a high-end office building in Central, don't cause trouble!"

"Step back, sister."

Lin Yao gently patted Thirteen Sister's shoulder and pulled her behind him. He was not flustered at all. Instead, he looked Zheng Jianguo up and down with great interest, a mocking sneer curling at the corner of his mouth.

"Who do we have here? It's that old dog Zheng who fathered such a good-for-nothing son."

Lin Yao took out a windproof lighter, lit a cigarette with a snap, took a deep drag, and looked through the smoke at Zheng Jianguo, who was trembling with anger.

"What, your son didn't get enough from eating horse manure, so you, his father, came to give him extra food?"

"presumptuous!!!"

As one of Hong Kong's top 20 billionaires, Zheng Jianguo is always greeted with respect and addressed as "Chairman Zheng" wherever he goes. When has he ever been called an "old dog" by a young man in his early twenties?

"You little bastard, you think you're qualified to stand in Central and challenge me just because you won ten million by sheer luck at the racecourse yesterday?"

Zheng Jianguo, enraged, laughed coldly, pointing at the extremely luxurious office building. "Do you know what kind of place this is? This is the center of power in Hong Kong! The monthly rent here is as high as three million Hong Kong dollars. Your ten million in nouveau riche capital won't even make a ripple after paying the deposit!"

After saying that, Zheng Jianguo turned to Smith and roared arrogantly, "Smith, immediately tell the security guards to throw these two pieces of trash out. My Zheng Group will pay three million a month for this floor. Sign the contract immediately!"

Smith nodded repeatedly, "Yes, Mr. Zheng, please calm down. I'll have them kicked out immediately!"

Faced with the pressure from the head of a multi-billion dollar family and the expulsion by the foreign property management, Lin Yao merely scoffed with utter disdain.

"Three million a month, Zheng Laogou, is this what you call the wealth and resources of a multi-billion-dollar family?"

Lin Yao casually tossed the half-smoked cigarette onto the expensive marble floor and crushed it out with his leather shoe.

The next second, to everyone's astonishment, Lin Yao flipped his wrist, and the HSBC black gold card, emitting a dark luster, flew out like a death warrant, landing with extreme precision on the solid wood desk in front of Smith with a thud.

"Smith, huh? Open your dog eyes and see what this is."

Lin Yao's voice was like polar ice, exuding a violent and overwhelming power.

Smith looked down, and when he saw the golden lion logo on the card that symbolized unlimited credit and top-level privileges, he jumped up as if he had been electrocuted.

"A black, black gold VVIP card?!"

Smith screamed, his eyes nearly popping out of their sockets.

As a senior executive at the Far East Financial Centre, he was all too aware of the value of this card. There were definitely no more than fifty people in the entire Hong Kong who possessed it. This wasn't just about the money; it represented an extremely formidable capital background!

Lin Yao braced his hands on the table, staring intently at the completely bewildered Smith, and said, word by word, "He offers three million a month? I'll offer double!"

"Six million a month, ten months' rent as deposit, sixty million Hong Kong dollars in total. Pay by card now, this entire floor is on me, Yaosheng Capital!"

"boom!!!"

The entire room fell silent.

Sixty million, without even blinking an eye, paid ten months' worth of double rent in one go?

Where the hell did this god come from?!

Just moments ago, Zheng Jianguo was arrogant and domineering, but now his face was as pale as paper, as if he had been slapped a hundred times, and the pain was burning.

He's a wealthy family with billions in assets, and although he has a lot of liquid funds, there's absolutely no way he would take out 60 million just to rent an office building out of spite. This kid is a complete madman.

"Smith, you...you dare to rent it to him?!"

Zheng Jianguo roared in exasperation.

At this moment, Smith didn't care about Chairman Zheng or Chairman Wang. In the capitalist world, the only person who could pull out 60 million in cash at once was his own grandfather.

"Sorry, Mr. Zheng."

Smith smoothly adopted a righteous and indignant demeanor and gestured for Zheng Jianguo to proceed.

"Mr. Lin offered a higher price and is a top-tier VIP of HSBC. Our Far East Financial Center has always adhered to the principle of fair competition... Security, escort Chairman Zheng downstairs!"

"You, all of you!"

Zheng Jianguo almost spat out a mouthful of blood. He had been a prominent figure in the business world for thirty years, but today he actually suffered such a big setback at the hands of a twenty-year-old scoundrel and was forcibly escorted out by security guards. If this got out, where would he put the face of the Zheng Group?

"You little bastard, don't be so arrogant!"

Zheng Jianguo, escorted by bodyguards, walked to the elevator entrance, then suddenly turned his head, staring at Lin Yao with venomous eyes.

"You think you can establish yourself in Central just because you have a few stinking coins? My Cheng Group has assets of over 10 billion. Crushing a nouveau riche like you is as easy as crushing an ant."

"You just wait. In less than three days, I'll make sure you're completely disgraced in Hong Kong and have to come kneeling and begging me for forgiveness!"

Faced with Zheng Jianguo's menacing threat, Lin Yao not only didn't get angry, but instead smiled strangely.

Just a moment ago, the system panel in his mind suddenly emitted an extremely piercing, frantic red alert.

[Ding! Host has been detected encountering a hostile business force, the Zheng Group!]

[Top-tier intelligence intercepted: The Zheng Group appears successful on the surface, but its internal cash flow is actually extremely strained.]

[To cover losses from overseas investments, Zheng Jianguo secretly smuggled a batch of African blood diamonds worth HK$300 million a week ago, hiding them in warehouse number 3 at Kwai Chung Pier. This intelligence will be intercepted by Interpol at 10:00 AM the day after tomorrow and exposed online!]

[Trading suggestion: An excellent target for short selling. The host can use 50x leverage to position themselves in advance and short Zheng's Jewelry (00122.HK) the moment the news breaks, sending it plummeting to its lowest point!]

Lin Yao's eyes narrowed into dangerous slits instantly, his pupils flashing with the cruelest glint of a capitalist harvesting韭菜 (a metaphor for exploiting people).

What a multi-billion dollar tycoon! What a scoundrel Zheng! I was just worried about not having any big targets to practice on in the thirty days before Black Monday, and you actually delivered yourself to my doorstep.

Lin Yao strode slowly to the elevator entrance, looked at Zheng Jianguo, whose face was ashen inside, and suddenly leaned forward, saying in a low voice that only the two of them could hear, "Old dog Zheng, don't blame me for not warning you, you'd better hide that batch of blood diamonds in warehouse number 3 at Kuiyong Wharf very well."

"BOOM!!!"

Upon hearing this, Zheng Jianguo felt as if he had been struck by lightning. His originally angry face instantly lost all color, and he stared at Lin Yao with wide eyes in horror, as if he had seen a ghost.

How could he know? This is the Zheng family's most closely guarded secret!

"Eat something good for the next three days."

As Lin Yao watched the elevator doors slowly close, he gave Zheng Jianguo, who was completely petrified and even trembling inside, a cruel smile like that of a demon from hell.

"Next Monday, I'm going to smash your proud, multi-billion dollar listed company into nothing but worthless scrap paper. I'm going to send your entire Zheng family, father and son, lining up neatly on the rooftop!"