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

The Peninsula Hotel, Presidential Suite.

"Thud!"

"Ninety-eight thousand, ninety-nine thousand, one hundred thousand, hehehe..."

On the large leather bed, Thirteen Sister sat cross-legged, half a toothpick dangling from her mouth, drooling as she counted the thousand-yuan bills piled up like a small mountain in front of her in an extremely lewd manner.

That scent of ink mixed with the stench of money was more intoxicating to her than any top-tier perfume.

"Mr. Vampire" has been a smash hit since its release three days ago, with every screening in Hong Kong theaters sold out and scalpers driving up ticket prices to exorbitant levels.

In order to please Lin Yao, the living devil, Wang Baiming of Shengshi Film Industry was extremely sensible and sent the first batch of box office revenue of three million yuan in cash to the Peninsula Hotel overnight in an armored truck.

"Hey sis, can't you at least have a little bit of self-awareness as a billionaire?"

Lin Yao, dressed in an extremely flashy burgundy silk bathrobe, carrying a cup of hand-ground Blue Mountain coffee, walked over with a look of disgust and kicked the edge of the bed.

"This is only three million in pocket money? You've been counting it since last night until this morning. You must be tired of counting your fingers, right? If you really like counting money, tomorrow I'll have Old Chen go to the bank and withdraw a hundred million in coins, spread them all over the room, and you can count them for your next life, okay?"

"You don't know anything!"

Thirteen Sister clutched the bundles of banknotes to her chest with extreme possessiveness, her eyes bloodshot.

"This is our first clean, legitimate, and honest sum of money. It wasn't obtained through short selling or robbery. I'm not counting money; I'm counting the sense of accomplishment!"

Seeing Thirteen Sister's pathetic state, Lin Yao helplessly rubbed his temples. This boring life of the rich really needed some fun to spice things up.

With only five days left until Black Monday, Wall Street has already laid its $50 billion short positions, like a nuclear submarine in the deep sea, just waiting for the right moment to surface and launch its nuclear missiles.

In the calm before the storm, one should always acquire some belongings.

"Stop counting, hurry up and wash your face and change your clothes."

Lin Yao placed the coffee cup on the table and stretched out a big yawn.

"We're now a super-big player with tens of billions in short positions. What's the point of staying in hotels every day? People will think that Yaosheng Capital doesn't even have any fixed assets."

"Come on, I'll take you to buy a house today."

"Buy a house? Great!"

Thirteen Sister shoved the money into the safe in an instant, her eyes gleaming. "Where to buy it, Kowloon or the New Territories? A thousand-square-foot mansion, with a balcony, please?"

Lin Yao's lips twitched violently as he listened. He took a deep breath and suppressed the urge to throw her out the window.

"A thousand-square-foot mansion? Do you think I'm buying a pigeon coop?"

Lin Yao adjusted the collar of his bathrobe with an extremely pretentious air, gazing intently at the lush green mountain across Victoria Harbour.

"Let's go to Repulse Bay, and to Victoria Peak!"

"If I'm going to buy, I'll buy the most expensive, largest, and best-located detached manor in all of Hong Kong. I'll make sure that every morning when the old-money families in Hong Kong open their curtains, they have to look up at my balcony!"

At 10:00 AM, in Central, Hong Kong, at the VIP reception room of Royal Company, the most prestigious real estate agency in Hong Kong.

The interior design here is extremely luxurious and retro, with extremely expensive imported European oil paintings and pure gold handicrafts everywhere. Anyone who can step into this place must be a big boss with a net worth of over 100 million.

"Oh my, Chairman Wang, you're such a busy man! What brings you here in person today?"

A slicked-back-haired manager of a foreign firm, dressed in an expensive tuxedo, was fawningly lighting a cigarette for a portly middle-aged man on the sofa.

This man, known as Chairman Wang, is a nouveau riche who made his fortune in Hong Kong by manufacturing plastic flowers. In recent years, he has made tens of millions by speculating on land, and he is now extremely arrogant.

He was also with a heavily made-up, obscure celebrity next to him, his hands groping her thighs inappropriately.

"Well, I've made a little money recently."

Chairman Wang smugly exhaled a smoke ring and patted the minor celebrity's butt.

"My little darling thinks our current villa is too small and can't fit all her designer bags. Show me the best villa in Repulse Bay. The budget? A maximum of HK$20 million!"

Twenty million was an enormous sum of money in 87, enough to make you practically live a life of luxury in Repulse Bay!

Upon hearing this, the manager's eyes lit up instantly: "Chairman Wang is so generous! Please wait a moment, I'll get you the brochure right away. We happen to have a unit in the Mid-Levels of Repulse Bay..."

"Bang!"

Before the manager could finish speaking, the extremely heavy solid wood carved door of the VIP room was pushed open from the outside without any politeness.

Two rows of bodyguards dressed in bespoke black suits and wearing sunglasses surged in like a tide, quickly lining up on both sides of the door with their hands behind their backs. Their menacing aura instantly lowered the temperature of the entire VIP room by three degrees.

Immediately afterwards, Lin Yao, dressed in an extremely sophisticated Armani casual suit, chewing Big Bubble Gum, and accompanied by Thirteen Sister, who was dressed like a powerful businesswoman, swaggered in.

"Hey, what are you doing? This is the Royal Trading Company's VIP room, not a place for your gang to fight over territory!"

The manager was startled and quickly stood up to shout at Lin Yao. Seeing Lin Yao's outburst, he thought some gang leader had come to collect protection money.

Sitting on the sofa, Chairman Wang frowned and cursed with displeasure, "Damn it, is the security in Central really that bad now? Any Tom, Dick, or Harry dares to barge into the VIP room?"

"Manager, why aren't you calling security to kick them out? They've ruined my viewing experience! Can you afford to take responsibility for that?!"

Lin Yao didn't even glance at the chubby-faced Chairman Wang. He walked straight to the large rosewood coffee table, spat out the chewing gum in his mouth with a snap, pulled over a chair, and sat down arrogantly, putting his legs up on the edge of the coffee table.

"You're the manager?"

Lin Yao pointed to the man in the tuxedo who was covered in sweat.

"Yes...it's me, sir, you..."

The manager was intimidated by Lin Yao's extremely imposing aura and stammered a question.

"Stop talking nonsense."

Lin Yao snapped his fingers, and the suit-wearing thug number 042 behind him immediately stepped forward and handed over a blank checkbook and a Montblanc pen.

Lin Yao slammed the checkbook on the table. The sound wasn't loud, but it was like a thunderclap: "Bring me the most expensive, most luxurious, largest, and best-quality Victoria Peak estate in all of Hong Kong, the kind that used to house the former Governor of Hong Kong or the tycoon of a foreign firm."

"Don't show me any of that 20 million worth of junk. I'm not in the mood for those pigeonholes today."

Upon hearing this, the entire VIP room fell into a deathly silence.

"Pfft—!"

After a brief moment of surprise, Chairman Wang on the sofa next to him burst into extremely shrill laughter, his fat face jiggling wildly.

"Hahaha, this is hilarious! Where did this lunatic come from?!"

Mr. Wang pointed at Lin Yao, almost laughing through his tears, "The most expensive estate on Victoria Peak in all of Hong Kong! Do you know how much a detached villa on Victoria Peak costs? The starting price is HK$50 million, and you can only buy one if you have extremely high social status!"

Chairman Wang, with his arm around the obscure, sizing up Lin Yao with a mocking expression, said, "Young man, you've brought a few extras in fake suits here, trying to act all high and mighty. A piece of trash worth twenty million? Can you even pull twenty thousand out of your pocket?"

The manager of the trading company realized what was happening, and his face immediately darkened: "Sir, Chairman Wang is right. A manor on Victoria Peak isn't something you can just buy with money. If you're here to cause trouble, I'll call the police immediately!"

Faced with this classic scene of looking down on others, Lin Yao almost burst out laughing inside.

Lin Yao didn't speak, but very slowly pulled out the HSBC top-tier black gold VVIP card, which emitted a dark luster, from the inside pocket of his suit.

"Smack."

He casually tossed the black gold card onto the glass coffee table, making a resounding, crisp sound.

"Open your dog eyes and see clearly."

Lin Yao leaned back in his chair, like an emperor reigning supreme, his eyes sweeping coldly over the manager and Chairman Wang's faces, which had instantly stiffened.

"There is currently 1.025 billion in cash in this card, and it is a current account that can be transferred at any time."

Do you think I can afford a few bricks on Victoria Peak?

"boom--!!!"

As the manager of the trading company looked at the HSBC Lion Black Card, a card that existed only in legends and represented unlimited privileges and terrifying wealth, it felt as if a hundred nuclear bombs were exploding in his mind at the same time.

Although he had never seen a billion dollars in cash, he recognized this card. There were only a handful of people in all of Hong Kong who could hold this card, and each of them was a super tycoon whose every cough could shake the entire city.

"A black...black gold card?!"

Just moments ago, Chairman Wang was so arrogant and domineering, but now his eyes were practically popping out of his pants. His budget of twenty million was nothing compared to this card.

"Ten billion?!"

The obscure celebrity gasped in shock. Looking at Lin Yao's handsome face, her legs went weak instantly, and she wished she could pounce on him right now and have his babies.

"thump!"

The manager of the trading company's knees buckled, and he knelt down in front of Lin Yao with exceptional smoothness, his tuxedo instantly soaked with cold sweat.

"I'm so sorry, Mr. Lin, I was blind to your abilities. Please put your card away!"

"Get out of my way!"

Lin Yao kicked the manager away and turned to look at Chairman Wang, who was already pale with fright.

"Chairman Wang, right? A budget of twenty million? That's very generous."

Lin Yao's lips curled into an extremely amiable smile. "Since you're so rich, how about we play a game?"

Lin Yao picked up his Montblanc pen and scribbled a string of numbers into the checkbook.

"Sizzle."

The check was torn off and landed casually on Chairman Wang's fat face.

"This is a check for ten million dollars in cash."

Lin Yao's voice was like the whisper of a devil, exuding an extremely perverse sense of oppressive financial power.

"Now, take your little star and get out of this VIP room. Shout 'I'm broke' three times at the door, and the ten million is yours."

"I'll give you ten seconds to think it over, ten, nine..."

Insult, the most outrageous and extreme insult, throwing money at a billionaire's face, that's a truly devastating blow!

Mr. Wang was trembling violently, his face flushed red, a mixture of intense humiliation and insatiable greed.

Ten million! He might not even make ten million in net profit in a year of land speculation. He only needs to call someone poor three times, and that money is his!

"Three, two..."

Lin Yao's voice was like a death knell.

"I'll shout! I'll shout!!!"

Chairman Wang's psychological defenses completely collapsed. Under the absolute crushing power of a billionaire with a billion-dollar cash tycoon, what did dignity matter?

He grabbed the check from his face, scrambled out of the VIP reception room, and stood in the lobby of the Royal Trading Company, screaming hysterically like a pig being slaughtered:

"I'm broke!!!"

"I'm broke!!!"

"I'm broke!!!"

All the customers and staff in the lobby of the trading company were dumbfounded. How could Chairman Wang, who was worth over 100 million, suddenly go crazy in public?

"very good."

Lin Yao nodded in satisfaction, then turned to look at the manager who was still kneeling on the ground, trembling.

"Now, this room is quiet."

Lin Yao lit another cigarette and leaned back in his chair with extreme laziness. "Go and get the keys to the most expensive manor house on Victoria Peak. I'm paying in full today and transferring the property on the spot."

……

Half an hour later, a mega-transaction of HK$120 million was abruptly completed.

Lin Yao skipped the on-site viewing process and directly purchased an extremely luxurious 80,000-square-foot top-class European-style castle estate on Barker Road on Victoria Peak, which was once the residence of a fallen British earl.

Holding the heavy bunch of pure copper keys, Thirteen Sister felt as if she were in a dream, walking with a light, floating gait.

"Alright, stop flaunting your abilities."

Lin Yao walked out of the Royal Trading Company, shoved Thirteen Sister into the back seat of a bulletproof luxury car, and said, "I'm going back to the company to keep an eye on the market for a while; I also have a meeting with Chen Zheng this afternoon."

Lin Yao paused, his eyes suddenly turning somewhat mocking.

"Wasn't this afternoon the day your Hung Hing held a meeting of the twelve leaders to formally elect you as the head of Portland Street?"

Thirteen Sister suddenly snapped back to reality, slapping her forehead: "Oh right, there's a meeting at the main hall at three o'clock this afternoon! I almost forgot about it!"

"Remember what I taught you."

Lin Yao closed the car door, looked at Thirteen Sister through the car window, and a wild smile appeared on his lips.

"You are now the security director of Yaosheng Capital, representing the face of a billion-dollar company. This afternoon, go to the meeting with your three hundred suit-clad thugs and your ten Mercedes-Benz convoy."

"I want you to use your most arrogant attitude to teach those country bumpkin thugs who are still collecting protection money a lesson in what the grandeur of capital really means!"

"Alright, Yao, just you wait and see! Today I'm going to dazzle those bumpkins with my eyes!"

Thirteen Sister made a gesture with great excitement.

As the vehicle slowly started moving, a high-energy countdown officially began for a grand meeting of gang leaders that was about to shock the entire Hong Kong underworld and shatter traditional gang rules with ruthless financial power.