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

Night falls, at Repulse Bay in Hong Kong.

This is the most exclusive area for the wealthy on Hong Kong Island, where land is incredibly valuable. Owning a detached villa here means you are either extremely rich or extremely powerful.

At this moment, Chiang Tin-sang, the current leader of the Hung Hing Society, was wearing an expensive silk nightgown and sitting in the spacious and luxurious living room of his villa.

He held a set of exquisite purple clay teapots in his hands, slowly brewing a pot of Wuyi Mountain Mother Tree Da Hong Pao tea.

Opposite him sat Chen Yao, the White Paper Fan of Hung Hing, and Boss B, the leader of Causeway Bay.

"Mr. Jiang, lately, the profits from our establishments in the Yau Tsim Mong area have been getting thinner and thinner."

Boss B rubbed his bald head and complained with a gloomy expression.

"Those bastards from Tung Sing are like mad dogs, sending their henchmen to our place every day to sell goods and cause trouble. Especially that Crow, he's a complete lunatic, he'll flip the table at the drop of a hat, making even the big bosses afraid to come to our place!"

Chen Yao pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses and sighed, "Brother B is right. Although there are many establishments on Portland Street, most of them are low-end nightclubs and mahjong parlors."

"The current leaders over there are all divided and don't respect each other. They can't withstand the pressure from Tung Sing at all. If this continues, Portland Street will be swallowed up by Tung Sing sooner or later."

Jiang Tiansheng frowned slightly, took a sip of tea. As the head of Hung Hing, he had to consider the interests and balance of the entire triad.

Portland Street is a lucrative opportunity, but also a hot potato, requiring an extremely assertive person who can keep things under control.

Just then, the villa's old butler tiptoed in and respectfully whispered, "Mr. Jiang, there's a man outside who claims to be Cui Xiaoxiao from Bolan Street. He says he has a very urgent business deal and insists on seeing you in person."

"Cui Xiaoxiao, Thirteenth Sister?"

Big Brother B paused for a moment, then waved his hand dismissively.

"Isn't that just a low-level hoodlum from Portland Street? She only has a few dozen thugs to her name. What urgent, big job could she possibly have?"

"Most likely, her place was vandalized, and she came to the main hall crying and begging for help. Mr. Jiang, ignore her and let her go find her direct superior."

Jiang Tiansheng put down his teacup and pondered for a moment.

"Let her in. Since she's already in Repulse Bay, if I, as the leader, avoid seeing her, people will think I, Chiang Tin-sang, am putting on airs and don't care about the lower-class brothers."

"Yes."

The old butler left.

Less than two minutes later, accompanied by a steady series of footsteps, Thirteen Sister walked into this luxurious villa that she had never dared to dream of before.

Today, Thirteen Sister has long since taken off that faded, tattered denim jacket.

She was wearing a black women's suit that Lin Yao had specially commissioned from an Italian tailor to be made for her in a rush. Her hair was neatly combed, although her face still carried a hint of ferocity from years of street fighting.

But combined with this outfit, she somehow managed to exude a strange aura that was a mix of a powerful businesswoman and a mafia boss.

The worst part was that she was also carrying a high-end black briefcase with a combination lock, which was extremely pretentious.

"Mr. Jiang, Brother Yao, Brother B."

Thirteen Sister took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing her wildly beating heart, and nodded slightly in greeting according to the etiquette Lin Yao had taught her.

Actually, her legs were cramping. These three men in front of her were underworld bosses who could shake Kowloon with a stomp of their feet. She used to bow to them even from afar, and now she was supposed to negotiate with them on equal footing?

"Thirteenth Sister, please sit down."

Jiang Tiansheng glanced at her, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes. This young delinquent's outfit today did give her a bit of an air of superiority.

"I heard you have a big business deal to discuss with me?"

Jiang Tiansheng leaned back on the sofa with a half-smile.

"Business on Portland Street hasn't been good lately, has it? Tell me, are you short of people or short of money? According to the rules of the community, if there are difficulties, the main branch will do its best to provide assistance."

Boss B sneered from the side, "Thirteen Sister, not to be rude, but the amount your Portland Street team hands over every month isn't even enough to buy tea for the brothers. What business do you have to talk to Mr. Chiang about?"

In the past, if Thirteen Sister had heard Boss B reprimand her like this, she would have been so frightened that she would have knelt down and kowtowed to admit her mistake.

But today, she remembered the extremely arrogant and money-grubbing face of her younger brother, Lin Yao, before she left home.

"Sister, remember, you're not going here to beg for favors today, you're going here to be treated like royalty. In the face of capital, even the Jade Emperor has to serve you tea and water!"

Lin Yao's voice echoed in her mind. Thirteen Sister took a deep breath, and her eyes instantly became incredibly firm and arrogant.

She didn't sit down, but walked straight to the golden nanmu coffee table worth millions in front of Jiang Tiansheng.

"Snapped!"

Thirteen Sister slammed the black briefcase she was holding onto the coffee table with extreme force, making the purple clay teacup on it jump.

"Mr. Jiang."

Thirteen Sister leaned on the coffee table, looking down at the Hung Hing leader, her voice so loud that even the bodyguards outside the villa could hear her.

"I'm not here today to plead poverty and borrow troops, nor am I here to ask for aid; I'm here to buy an official position!"

Upon hearing this, the entire living room fell into a deathly silence. Chen Yao's glasses nearly slipped off his nose, and Boss B stared at Thirteen Sister as if she were a lunatic, the cigar in his mouth falling onto his crotch.

"Buying an official position?!"

Jiang Tiansheng was stunned for two seconds, then couldn't help but chuckle.

"Thirteen Sister, do you know what you're saying? We, Hung Hing, are a triad, a society that values ​​loyalty and righteousness. The position of a leader is earned by our brothers, inch by inch, through blood and sweat, with knives in hand. Do you think this is like buying cabbage at the market, where you can just pay for it?"

"Besides, how much money do you have? Fifty thousand? One hundred thousand?"

Boss B sneered from the side, "Trying to use this little bit of money to amuse Mr. Jiang? Are you tired of living?!"

Thirteen Sister didn't waste any words in the face of the mockery. She curled her lips into a crooked, dragon-king-like smirk, as if possessed by Lin Yao, and placed her hands on the clasp of the combination lock.

"Click!"

"Click!"

The combination lock box popped open, and Thirteen Sister yanked open the lid, then pinched out a thin cash check with the HSBC's top-grade seal, held it between two fingers, and slapped it right in front of Jiang Tiansheng's eyes.

"Mr. Jiang, I don't know how much loyalty is worth."

Thirteen Sister's voice was filled with extreme arrogance.

"But I know that the amount on this check is enough to buy half of Portland Street!"

Jiang Tiansheng's gaze, which had been slightly angry, inadvertently swept over the check.

Ones, tens, hundreds, thousands, ten thousand, hundreds of thousands, millions, tens of millions...

First digit: 1.

Ten million, HSBC premium bearer cheque, cashable on demand!

"hiss--!!!"

With a collective gasp of cold air, Jiang Tiansheng, who had been as steady as a mountain, suddenly jerked his hands, and the purple clay teapot he had just picked up crashed directly onto his thigh. The scalding tea made him groan, but he was completely unaware of it.

His eyes seemed to be drawn to a magnet, fixed intently on that long string of incredibly shocking zeros.

Chen Yao was so excited that he jumped up from the sofa and rushed to the table. He didn't even bother to pick up his gold-rimmed glasses that had fallen on the table. He was so excited that he wanted to stick his eyeballs to the check and count the zeros.

Ten million?! This is ten million in cash?!

It's important to understand that in 87, the entire Hung Hing Society, with its twelve branches, worked tirelessly collecting protection money, managing their territory, and engaging in smuggling. After a year of hard work, the net profit that Chiang Tin-sang received was at most twenty or thirty million.

Now, a low-level delinquent girl, without batting an eye, directly throws out a cash check for ten million, saying she wants to buy an official position.

This guy isn't here to buy an official position; he's practically a living God of Wealth appearing in the world to help the poor!

"Tenth, Thirteenth Sister, where...where did this money come from?"

Big Brother B swallowed hard, his arrogant tone instantly turning into a stutter, and even his address unconsciously carried a hint of awe.

What are gangsters most afraid of? The police!

What's the second thing to fear? It's the super-rich who's a million times richer than you, because they can just pluck a hair from your leg and use it as a bribe to get your whole family lined up in Kowloon Bay to feed sharks!

"It was given to me by my younger brother, Lin Yao, the chairman of Yaosheng Capital."

Thirteen Sister imitated Lin Yao's usual pretentious manner, took out a Marlboro from her pocket, lit it herself, and exhaled a puff of smoke.

"This is just my stepping stone, Mr. Jiang. My conditions are very simple."

Thirteen Sister held up one finger: "First, from now on, I'm in charge of the entire Portland Street. I, Thirteen Sister, am the only leader of Portland Street."

"Secondly, from now on, all establishments on Portland Street that use my Hung Hing's name and submit their monthly payments to the headquarters will have their fees tripled!"

Triple it!!!

"Boom!"

It was as if a bolt from the blue struck Jiang Tiansheng's mind. This underworld tycoon, who was known for his unfathomable cunning, was completely shattered by this brutal, savage, and unreasonable power of money.

Loyalty, discipline, seniority?

Fuck it!

Faced with this check for ten million and the promise of triple profits every month, let alone making Thirteen Sister the head of the hall, even if he, Jiang Tiansheng, were to stand up right now and offer her a cup of tea, he would not hesitate.

Jiang Tiansheng took three deep breaths to forcefully calm his violently beating heart.

He was an extremely shrewd businessman, and he immediately realized that Lin Yao, the younger brother behind Thirteen Sister, was definitely a prehistoric behemoth that no one could afford to offend. What kind of terrifying existence must someone be to casually give his sister ten million to buy things for fun?

If Hung Hing could latch onto this powerful figure, why would they bother collecting protection fees? They could just jump into the stock market and launder their money!

"Great, that's satisfying!"

Jiang Tiansheng slapped his thigh and smoothly stuffed the check into the pocket of his silk pajamas. His change of expression was so fast that it was astonishing.

He stood up with a big smile on his face, took a clean purple clay cup, and poured a cup of tea for Thirteen Sister.

"Thirteenth Sister, I've long seen that you have extraordinary potential and are destined for great things. With Portland Street leaderless for so long, it's precisely the kind of courageous and responsible heroine like you who can take charge."

"From today onwards, you are one of the twelve leaders of Hung Hing, and the person in charge of Portland Street!"

Jiang Tiansheng turned to Boss B and Chen Yao, and said righteously, "Do you two have any objections?"

Big Boss B and Chen Yao shook their heads like rattles. "Are you kidding me? Who would dare to have a problem with the God of Wealth?"

Thirteen Sister felt incredibly pleased with Jiang Tiansheng's smug face.

Ah Yao is right. What's the use of worshipping Guan Gong? Guan Gong can't pay you a salary. In this world, nothing beats worshipping the God of Wealth. Money is the only true god!

"However, Mr. Jiang, your approval alone is not enough to secure this position."

Remembering Lin Yao's instructions, Thirteen Sister took out more than a dozen thick envelopes from the briefcase. Each envelope contained a cash check for a total of one million.

"Brother Yao said that everyone in this business is in it for the money. Here are over ten million in election bonuses. Mr. Jiang, could you please help me distribute them to the leaders of the other eleven branches?"

Thirteen Sister slammed more than a dozen red envelopes onto the table with an extremely domineering air.

"Once they take my money, from now on, when they hold meetings in Hung Hing, I want to hear them all call me 'Sister Thirteen' in unison. If anyone dares to disagree, I'll pelt them with money until they submit!"

"hiss--"

Jiang Tiansheng, Chen Yao, and Boss B gasped again, their eyes turning completely red.

They even bribed the mouths of the other gangs beforehand? This is simply inhumane capitalist oppression!

"No problem, leave it to me. At tomorrow's Heavenly Lord's Assembly, anyone who dares to say a word against your thirteenth sister will be the first to be punished according to family rules!"

The way Jiang Tiansheng looks at Thirteen Sister now is as if he's looking at a priceless treasure.

……

At the same time, in an underground casino run by the Tung Sing triad in Mong Kok.

"Bang!!!"

A huge solid wood gambling table was kicked over by a burly man with dyed blond hair and a thick gold necklace! The chips and cards on the table were scattered all over the floor.

"Damn it, my luck is really bad today!"

Dongxing, the tiger crow descending the mountain, spat viciously, his face full of madness and savagery.

"Brother Crow, calm down!"

The henchman quickly offered him a cigar, saying obsequiously, "Misfortune at the casino, fortune in love, right? Besides, aren't we about to make a fortune?"

"Unexpected wealth?"

The crow exhaled a puff of smoke and asked with a sidelong glance.

"Oh right, you forgot? It's that film crew shooting 'Mr. Vampire' outside Kowloon Walled City!"

The underling leaned forward and whispered, "I went to check it out myself today. Those bastards somehow managed to snag a huge investment and are using top-of-the-line equipment. The progress is incredibly fast."

"Furthermore, I've found out that they don't have any powerful backing at all. They're just a shell company called Yaosheng Capital, and they don't even have a gang to guard their brothels!"

The younger brother's eyes gleamed with greed.

"Brother Crow, as soon as they finish filming their movie, we'll lead a group in, grab the master tapes, print them into pirated videotapes, and flood Hong Kong with them. We can easily make a few million dollars. This is practically free prey!"

"Haha, great!"

The crow crushed the wine glass in its hand, oblivious to the shards of glass piercing its flesh, its eyes filled with bloodthirsty madness.

"Without even a guard, they dare to put on such a big production on my turf? Do they really think I, Tung Sing Crow, am someone to be trifled with?"

"Pass down my message: tell the brothers to get their weapons ready!"

The crow laughed arrogantly, as if it could already see millions of dollars beckoning to it.

"The day they finish filming, I'm going to personally lead a group to rob them. If they dare to resist, I'll chop down the boss of that damn shell company too!"

At this moment, Crow laughed extremely arrogantly. He never dreamed that the fat sheep with no background in his eyes was now using billions of dollars and tens of millions of pocket money to arm the entire Hung Hing to the teeth.

When he storms onto the set with a few broken watermelon knives, what awaits him is a truly devastating blow!