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

At Victoria Peak, Yiu Shing Estate.

"Hiss—Cui Xiaoxiao, I'm going to dock your salary this month!"

In the ultra-luxurious master bedroom on the second floor of the castle, Lin Yao, clutching his lower back and grimacing, walked out of the bathroom, which was supposedly the epitome of a super-rich man's lifestyle.

Thirteen Sister was leaning against the doorway, holding a glass of red wine, looking at him with a smug expression: "What's wrong, Yao? Constipated, or is my pure gold heated toilet not working?"

"Useless my foot!"

Lin Yao pointed angrily at the glittering golden thing inside.

"Your toilet seat is studded with rubies, and they're all huge rubies! When I sit on it to poop, it feels like I'm being tortured with nails—one of the Ten Great Tortures of the Qing Dynasty. You believe I have red marks all over my butt now?"

"Oh, this is called acupressure massage, don't you know how to enjoy it?"

Thirteen Sister suppressed a laugh and retorted confidently.

Lin Yao rolled his eyes, utterly despairing of the aesthetic sense of this newly appointed leader of Hung Hing. This was a typical case of nouveau riche syndrome; once they had money, they wanted to hang gold bars on their noses when they went out.

He casually grabbed a handmade, custom-made silk robe and draped it over his shoulders, tying the straps as he descended the wide, luxurious marble spiral staircase.

In the high-ceilinged living room on the first floor, Chingmy Yau was like a frightened little quail, her legs together, tightly curled up on a large leather sofa that could comfortably accommodate four or five people.

Her mind was still reeling. She had been rescued from that dark and dreary den of iniquity in Tsim Sha Tsui, then driven in a Rolls-Royce that looked like an armored vehicle, and finally taken to this Victoria Peak estate that resembled a European palace.

Especially the pure gold Guan Gong statue in the courtyard, studded with diamonds, almost blinded her!

In this day and age, someone who owns such a large estate on Victoria Peak must have an astronomical net worth.

As Chingmy Yau looked at the suit-clad thugs standing ramrod straight and expressionless around her, her heart pounded like a rabbit's.

This Mr. Lin spent 20 million to bring her back, to this ancient castle deep in the mountains...

Could this be the legendary practice of keeping a mistress in a golden house?

When he comes downstairs later, is he going to take advantage of me?

Thinking of this, Qiu Shuyi's pretty face instantly turned bright red, and her two delicate white hands gripped the hem of her skirt tightly.

If it were anyone else, she would rather die than comply, but if it were this incredibly handsome and domineering Boss Lin...

Chiu Shu-yee bit her glistening lower lip and made a decision in her heart.

As long as he speaks, she will never resist. Anyway, you need to find a backer in the entertainment industry. Finding someone so young and rich is like her ancestors' graves emitting auspicious smoke!

"Da, da, da."

The sound of slippers came from the stairs, startling Qiu Shuyi. She quickly stood up, her large, watery eyes filled with a mixture of shyness and resolute determination as she looked at Lin Yao who was walking down the stairs.

"Boss Lin..."

Chiu Shu-yee's voice was as soft and sweet as cotton candy. With her head slightly lowered, her stunning figure exuded a deadly allure of pure desire under the crystal chandelier in the living room.

She took a deep breath, as if summoning the greatest courage she could muster in her life, and reached out to pull the zipper on the side of her dress.

"Boss Lin, I know the rules. You spent twenty million to save me, I... I have no way to repay you. If you don't mind, I'm yours tonight..."

As she spoke, the zipper slowly slid down, revealing a large expanse of fair and delicate skin.

"Snapped!"

Before Chingmy Yau could make a further move, a thick folder whistled through the air and landed squarely on her forehead.

"Ouch!"

Chingmy Yau covered her forehead and looked up in bewilderment.

Lin Yao stood in front of her, holding a freshly brewed cup of goji berry and red date tea, looking at her with an expression as if she were an idiot.

"What kind of lewd nonsense is going on in your head all day long?"

Lin Yao blew on the goji berries in his cup, his face full of disgust.

"I spent twenty million to buy you back, did I? Put your clothes back on, and don't slow me down the process of drawing my sword!"

Chingmy Yau was completely stunned. Her eyes instantly reddened, and tears welled up in them.

What's going on? Is she not pretty enough, or does this boss not like women? Countless wealthy men in Hong Kong are lining up to ask her out for a meal, and he actually hit her on the head with a folder?

"Open it and take a look."

Lin Yao pointed with his chin to the folder that had fallen onto the sofa.

With a pitiful expression, Chingmy Yau zipped up her jacket, picked up the folder, and opened it. There were four big characters written on it: "First Draft of the Script for 'The Romancing Star'!"

And in the column for the female lead's name, it was clearly written: Chingmy Yau.

"This...this is a play for me?"

Chingmy Yau was stunned.

"Otherwise what? Do you think my money comes from thin air?"

Lin Yao walked to the other end of the sofa and sat down.

"That fat bastard Wang Sanri is revising the script overnight. You'll be reporting to the set first thing tomorrow morning. Although this film is a commercial comedy, it's Yaosheng Pictures' big production to make a name for itself."

"Shuyi, put away those filthy thoughts about the entertainment industry in your head."

Lin Yao's voice suddenly became deep and oppressive, his eyes like sharp swords that could see through people's thoughts.

"Here, there are no unspoken rules, and no scumbag sugar daddy/sugar baby relationships. Your only task is to act well, use your looks and acting skills to bring back all the box office revenue across Asia!"

"As long as you can help me make money, I guarantee you'll become the most popular diva in all of Asia. Someone like Xiang Tianqiang won't even be worthy of carrying your shoes anymore, understand?"

Hearing Lin Yao's domineering yet reassuring words, Qiu Shuyi's heart began to pound uncontrollably.

She looked at the young man drinking goji berry water in front of her, her eyes practically overflowing with admiration. This was a true tycoon, a true hero!

He treats women like dirt and only wants to focus on his career. Following a boss like that is a blessing from eight lifetimes!

"I understand, boss. I will definitely perform well and live up to your twenty million!"

Chingmy Yau nodded vigorously, full of enthusiasm.

……

At the same time, in Kowloon Tong, at the Star Entertainment Building.

Although it was late at night, the lobby on the first floor of the building was brightly lit and bustling with noise. Wang Sanri was like a bull on steroids.

On the table in front of him were two open black briefcases, filled with neatly stacked thousand-yuan bills.

With a filming budget of ten million, all in cash, in the Hong Kong film industry of 87, this was an absolute game-changer in terms of financial power!

"Call Andy Lau, tell him he has a cameo role in this movie, his salary is 300,000, and he needs to come to the building within an hour to sign the contract and get cash on the spot!"

"What about Chow Yun-fat? No availability? If he's not available, then use money to make him available! Tell his agent to double his salary. Is one million enough? If not, add another five hundred thousand!"

Wang Sanri waved his short, thick arms and roared wildly at the assistant directors under his command.

"Director Wang, Chow Yun-fat has replied. He says he can accept 1.5 million, but he can only come to sign the contract tomorrow!"

An assistant director ran over, sweating profusely.

"Tomorrow my ass! My boss only gave me five days!"

Wang Sanri grabbed two bundles of banknotes from the briefcase and threw them into the assistant director's arms.

"Go, take a taxi to his apartment building and ambush him. This is two million in cash! Tell him to sign the contract tonight and take the money with him immediately!"

The entire Hong Kong entertainment industry was in an uproar that night. Everyone was asking which nouveau riche was so blind as to spend tens of millions of dollars in cash to hire actors all over the world in the middle of the night.

Even more outrageous is that it was actually to make a nonsensical comedy film written by Wang Sanri?

This is Lin Yao's style: if he's going to spend money, he'll do it in the wildest and most brutal way, stirring up this stagnant pool completely.

The next morning, at Yaosheng Manor, on the rooftop terrace.

Lin Yao was wearing a tracksuit and had just finished practicing a set of Bajiquan, so he was stretching his muscles.

Facing the morning mist, he looked at the outline of Victoria Harbour in the distance, and let out a long breath. Making money was just so boring and tedious.

With that reckless fat guy Wang Sanri keeping an eye on things at the film company, and with tens of millions of dollars paving the way, he didn't need to worry about anything.

Now, it's time to embark on the next grand plan.

"Boss."

Chen Zheng walked solemnly onto the terrace, carrying a thick file folder.

After experiencing a 30 billion yuan spree, this chief trader has become much more composed, displaying the demeanor of a multinational investment banking tycoon.

"The 300-acre industrial park in the New Territories, as well as that semiconductor electronics factory, have been completely transferred. Now, they are all assets under our Yaosheng Capital."

Chen Zheng handed the document to Lin Yao, frowning slightly.

"However, boss, I took some people to inspect the site yesterday. Although that factory has three imported production lines, they are all outdated equipment that has been phased out by Europe and America. They can only produce some of the most basic electronic components and radio chips."

"Moreover, the original boss went bankrupt and owed the workers three months' wages. Now, more than 300 workers are protesting at the factory gate with banners."

Chen Zheng clearly didn't understand Lin Yao's business strategy. He could make billions in the financial market with a wave of his hand, so why would he spend money to buy such a half-dead, dilapidated factory and get involved in this mess?

"Backward? That's fine."

Lin Yao wiped the sweat from his face with a towel, a deep, unfathomable smile playing on his lips.

In the original historical timeline, Hong Kong in the late 80s focused entirely on finance and real estate, missing the golden age of developing high-tech semiconductors, which ultimately led to the hollowing out of its industries.

But in Lin Yao's dictionary, those two words have never been missed!

Since God has brought him into this era with a terrifying cash flow of 30 billion, he will absolutely not allow those Western tech giants to strangle the Chinese in the future.

"Old Chen, do you know what true hegemony is?"

Lin Yao walked to the edge of the terrace and held onto the white jade railing with both hands.

"Finance is just a tool, real estate is just bricks, what truly allows us to stand tall and speak with confidence in this world is core technology."

"Why are Americans so arrogant? Because they control Silicon Valley!"

Lin Yao turned his head, his eyes burning with a fierce ambition.

"Go to the finance department and withdraw 20 million in cash first."

Lin Yao strode downstairs, his voice decisive and domineering.

"Call in the 'scumbag' and the convoy. Today we're heading to the New Territories to meet those workers demanding their unpaid wages. I'm going to turn this run-down factory into the first component of the future super-tech mothership that will crush Silicon Valley!"