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

"Bang!"

The door to the presidential suite at the Peninsula Hotel was kicked open in an extremely arrogant manner.

Thirteen Sister strode in with an air of arrogance, like a battle hen that had just finished surveying its territory and thoroughly crushed all its rivals.

"Ah Yao, it's all set, everything's all set!"

Thirteen Sister was so excited that her face turned red. She grabbed the Lafite on the table, and without even using a glass, she took a big gulp straight from the bottle, swallowed it down with a thud, and wiped her mouth with a heroic gesture.

"I am now officially one of the twelve leaders of Hung Hing," Chiang Tin-sang announced in front of everyone.

"You didn't see the expressions on Dafei and Prince's faces. Looking at that million-dollar election bonus, they were grinning from ear to ear. From today onwards, I'm the one who calls the shots on Portland Street!"

Lin Yao, wearing a loose silk robe, was leaning back on the sofa reading the day's financial newspaper.

Faced with Thirteen Sister's excitement that was practically leaping off the spot, he simply turned a page of the newspaper with utter composure, without even lifting his eyelids.

"Basic exercises, no six, all sit down."

Lin Yao uttered six words.

"Huh, what does that mean?"

Thirteen Sister paused for a moment, clearly not understanding this groundbreaking internet buzzword.

"It means this is just basic operation, don't make a fuss."

Lin Yao put down the newspaper and looked at Thirteen Sister.

"Sister, you're now a super-rich woman who holds the power of life and death on Portland Street and has tens of millions in your pocket. Can you please toned down that gangster vibe that you're going to use to kill people on the street? You need to remember that you represent the face of Yaosheng Capital now."

Lin Yao stood up, walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, and looked down at the bustling night view of Hong Kong. In the next thirty days, he not only had to prepare for an epic stock market crash, but also build an indestructible business empire, and security was of paramount importance.

"Sis, go register a company tomorrow and name it Yaosheng Security."

Lin Yao turned around, his eyes revealing an undeniable domineering aura.

"From your men, pick three hundred of the most capable, clever, and daring fighters. Base salary: ten thousand yuan per person per month!"

"Ten thousand yuan?!"

Thirteen Sister gasped, nearly dropping the Lafite bottle in her hand.

In Hong Kong in 87, an ordinary policeman's monthly salary was only two or three thousand dollars. Low-level gangsters would collect protection money, and if they could make a thousand dollars a month, they were considered lucky.

A base salary of ten thousand dollars? That's more than what white-collar workers in Central earn!

"Not only is there a base salary of 10,000 yuan, but also full social insurance and housing fund contributions, and a year-end bonus."

Lin Yao continued to issue orders like a heartless, money-spending philanthropist.

"But if you take my high salary, you have to follow my rules!"

Lin Yao held up three fingers, his tone extremely stern: "First, everyone must dye their hair back to black. Yellow, red, green hair, anyone who dares to come here with non-mainstream hair, I'll break their legs and throw them out."

"Secondly, cover all your tattoos with clothes. Not a single one is allowed to be visible. We are a legitimate security company, not a refuge for the homeless!"

"Third, take off your tattered floral shirts and flip-flops. Each of you will be given two sets of high-quality replica Armani black suits, white shirts, and black leather shoes, along with sunglasses and walkie-talkie headsets!"

"From now on, if anyone dares to carry a watermelon knife or a steel pipe when I go out on business, I'll be the first to cripple them. We'll be the most professional and ruthless suit-wearing thugs in all of Hong Kong!"

Thirteen Sister was stunned. Her mind raced, conjuring up the scene: three hundred burly men in black suits and sunglasses, marching in perfect unison down the street. This wasn't some gangster movie; it was like a secret service from a Hollywood film!

"Ah Yao... isn't this a bit too much?"

Thirteen Sister swallowed hard: "Wearing a suit to fight, I can't move freely..."

"Who told you to go and kill someone?"

Lin Yao flicked Thirteen Sister's forehead in exasperation.

"We are acting in self-defense, and we are using the sword of capital. You'd better get the men trained in the next few days. I reckon that brainless lunatic, Crow from East Star, is about to lose his temper."

"crow?"

Thirteen Sister's eyes flashed with a fierce light. "Hmph, if he dares to cause trouble, I'll use him as a sacrificial lamb to test the power of this suit-wearing thug!"

……

Time flies like an arrow; in the blink of an eye, half a month has passed.

In the past two weeks, Lin Yao has not stirred up any waves in the stock market, as if the prehistoric crocodile that once swallowed a billion dollars in one gulp has suddenly fallen into a deep sleep.

But in Central's financial circles, no one dares to forget the name Lin Yao, because the headquarters of Yaosheng Capital on the 48th floor of the Far East Finance Centre has completed its extremely luxurious renovation and officially opened for business.

The whole of Hong Kong knows that a killing machine is sitting there, and in these past two weeks, the person who has suffered the most and been the happiest has been none other than the chief trader, Chen Zheng.

The painful thing is that Lin Yao made him keep a close eye on the global stock market every day, especially the movements of Wall Street in the United States, but he didn't let him trade a single penny, which was driving this gambler crazy.

Fortunately, Lin Yao treated him very well. His daughter's surgery was very successful, and she has now been transferred to a high-end ward to recover.

Chen Zheng's loyalty to Lin Yao is now at its peak. Even if Lin Yao asked him to bomb the Pentagon, he would probably ask what type of explosive to use first.

That evening, the setting sun was like blood, dyeing the clouds over Hong Kong a deep red, on the film set outside Kowloon Walled City.

"Cut! Perfect, absolutely perfect!"

Holding a megaphone, Lin Zheng's voice was completely hoarse with extreme excitement. He tossed his Bagua Taoist robe aside and shouted excitedly, "Brothers, 'Mr. Zombie' is officially wrapped!"

"boom--!"

The entire set erupted in deafening cheers. Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai hugged each other, jumping and leaping. Even the extras playing female ghosts and zombies were moved to tears.

For the past month, they have been working the highest wages in Hong Kong, eating the best boxed meals, and using the most advanced equipment. Everyone was working hard and finally finished this masterpiece that they had poured all their heart and soul into.

"Quickly, Qiusheng, put the master tape away and lock it in the safe!"

Although Lin Zheng was excited, he did not lose his mind. He knew the value of this film; it was a cash cow worth tens of millions!

"Okay, Master, don't worry, even if I lose my life, I absolutely won't let the mother tape get even a scratch!"

Qiu Sheng carefully placed the mother strap into a black briefcase with a combination lock and held it tightly to his chest.

Lin Zheng wiped the sweat from his forehead, walked to the side, took out his mobile phone, and dialed Lin Yao's number.

"Boss, I've accomplished my mission. Filming is finished. We did the post-production editing as we filmed, and we can send it directly to Shengshi Pictures for theatrical release tomorrow!"

Lin Zheng's voice was filled with undisguised pride.

On the top floor of the Far East Financial Center, Lin Yao was leaning back in his boss's chair, toying with a gold bar in his hand. Hearing Lin Zheng's words, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, revealing an extremely kind smile.

"Uncle Zheng, you've worked hard. Let the brothers eat and drink to their hearts' content tonight. It's on me."

Lin Yao paused, his tone suddenly becoming extremely dark and profound.

"However, don't rush to send the master tape away. Stay on set. It might get a bit lively on set tonight. I'll come pick you up personally."

After hanging up the phone, Lin Yao spun around in his boss's chair and looked at Thirteen Sister standing to the side. Today, Thirteen Sister had been completely transformed.

She wore an extremely fitted haute couture black women's suit, her short hair was styled in a domineering and capable manner, and she wore a diamond stud earring that sparkled with a cold light.

If it weren't for the two walnuts she habitually held in her hands, she would definitely be mistaken for the icy female CEO of some multinational corporation.

"Sis, how's the training going with those suit-wearing thugs you've got under their wing?"

Lin Yao asked with a smile.

"Hehe, Yao, you know what, these bastards were initially awkward wearing suits, but now they're all addicted to showing off, they walk with a swagger."

Thirteen Sister arrogantly crushed a walnut in her hand.

"Three hundred brothers are all waiting in the garage downstairs, all dressed in black suits and white gloves, carrying high-strength batons and riot shields that I had someone smuggle from overseas. Even if the Flying Tigers come, we can hold our own for a few rounds!"

"very good."

Lin Yao stood up, straightened his tie, and his eyes instantly turned as cold as an polar glacier.

"Let's go to Kowloon. That blind lunatic Crow from Tung Sing has probably already led his men to our film set to steal things."

"Tonight, let's teach him a lesson. Even a tiger coming down the mountain has to grovel before capital and act like Hello Kitty!"

……

As night fell, the area around Kowloon Walled City became extremely chaotic at night, with even the streetlights broken, making it a natural breeding ground for crime.

"Snap! Snap!"

A series of extremely rapid footsteps broke the silence of the night. More than a hundred gangsters with brightly colored hair, carrying machetes, iron pipes, and baseball bats, surrounded the film set of "Mr. Zombie" like a pack of vicious dogs unleashed from their cages, cursing and swearing.

Leading the way was Crow, one of the Five Tigers of Tung Sing. Today, he was wearing an extremely flashy red floral shirt with three buttons undone, revealing a menacing dragon tattoo across his shoulder.

He had a toothpick dangling from his mouth and was dragging a gleaming machete backwards in his hand. The blade scraped against the ground, making an extremely piercing hissing sound and sending sparks flying.

"Brother Crow, that run-down film set is just ahead. I just saw them wrap up filming; the master tapes must be in there!"

A younger brother next to him excitedly pointed to the brightly lit factory buildings in front of him.

"Hahaha, great! Heaven is on my side!"

The crow laughed arrogantly, spitting out the toothpick from its mouth, its eyes filled with utter madness.

"Brothers, listen up! Once we're in, break all the men's legs. We can keep the women for our amusement. Anyone who resists, just kill them and it's on me!"

Crow suddenly raised the machete in his hand and howled like a madman, "Take that damn mother bastard out of me! Tomorrow I'll treat the whole gang to a feast! Charge!"

"Charge!!!"

More than a hundred Tung Sing gangsters surged towards the seemingly dilapidated iron gate of the film set, roaring like a tidal wave.

However, just as they were about to rush to the gate!

"Squeak—!"

Suddenly, the metal gate of the film set was slowly pushed open from the inside. Crow stopped abruptly, waved his hand to signal his underlings to stop, and squinted, watching the gate warily.

The crew members, who were expected to be terrified, did not appear.

In the dim light, inside the gate, stood two rows of people, all dressed in black bespoke suits, white shirts, and black ties, in an extremely eerie manner.

They had their hands behind their backs, wore white gloves, and wore matching black sunglasses; they were all extremely burly.

Although no one spoke or carried knives, guns, or clubs, the extremely oppressive and uniformly chilling aura was like an invisible steel wall, suffocating the more than one hundred gangsters outside.

"Pfft... Pfft... Brother Crow, is this... is this still a normal film set?"

One of the henchmen swallowed hard, his hand trembling as he held the iron pipe.

This is totally off! Who dresses this neatly and cleanly when they're out in the world? This is more intimidating than riot police!

"Playing tricks!"

Although the crow was also apprehensive, he was a notorious mad dog and never believed in superstitions.

He stepped forward, pointed his machete inside, and arrogantly cursed, "Damn it, stop trying to act tough in front of me! Tell your boss to come out here! I'm Dongxing Crow!"

"I'm here to borrow your movie master tapes today. Hand them over if you know what's good for you, or I'll burn this lousy factory down!"

"Da, da, da."

A series of extremely crisp sounds of leather shoes striking the ground slowly came from behind the men in black. Two rows of thugs in suits respectfully parted to the sides, making way for them.

Amidst the horrified gazes of all the Tung Sing gangsters, Lin Yao, dressed in a pure white Armani suit, like a noble emperor emerging from the night, walked slowly to the front door with one hand in his pocket and a cold, extremely contemptuous smile on his lips.

Thirteen Sister lagged half a step behind him, her eyes fixed on the crow with a piercing gaze.

"The East Star Crow, the one who's really good at flipping tables?"

Lin Yao took out his gleaming golden windproof lighter, lit a cigarette with a snap, and in the firelight, his young face exuded an extreme composure that sent chills down even the crow's spine.

Lin Yao took a drag of his cigarette and arrogantly blew the smoke onto Crow's face, which was contorted with astonishment. His tone was as calm as if he were crushing an ant.

"I heard you wanted to steal my things?"

"Fine, I'll give you a chance. If you can walk out of this street alive today, I'll hand over the master tape with both hands."

Lin Yao snapped his fingers crisply.

"Whoosh—!!!"

Inside the gate, hundreds of blinding flashlight beams instantly illuminated the dark corners surrounding the film set.

Three hundred fully armed thugs from Yaosheng Security, dressed in suits, emerged from all directions like ghosts, completely surrounding Crow and his hundred-plus henchmen in the center.

"Click! Click!"

Three hundred high-strength alloy batons were swung out simultaneously, producing an extremely deafening metallic clang. At this moment, the iron fist of capital was raised high!