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

Outside the Yiu Shing Technology plant in the New Territories.

After the 20 million yuan in cash was distributed, the atmosphere in front of the factory gate was beyond frenzied; it was practically a large-scale cult pilgrimage.

The more than 300 workers who received double or even triple wages had red eyes, clutching stacks of thousand-yuan bills tightly to their chests, and their gazes toward Lin Yao had completely changed.

If they previously thought Lin Yao was a nouveau riche with money to burn, now, in their hearts, Lin Yao is a living Buddha who saves all sentient beings.

If anyone dares to say a bad word about Lin Yao right now, these 300-plus workers will definitely grab a wrench and rip that person's skull off!

"Old Zhang."

Lin Yao chewed his bubble gum and waved to the old engineer, Master Zhang, who was still wiping away tears.

"Boss, what are your orders?"

Master Zhang rushed forward in one stride, his back ramrod straight, as if he had become twenty years younger.

Lin Yao patted the shoulder of his faded blue overalls, his tone calm but exuding an undeniable authority.

"From today onwards, you are the first factory manager of Yaosheng Technology. The factory will be shut down for the next few days. Everyone will be given a paid leave to go back and spend time with their wives and children and have a good meal."

"When you come back from your vacation, you and your team will sell all that scrap metal that Germany rejected in the factory as junk. The entire factory will be completely renovated, inside and out, with dust control and security measures upgraded to the highest international standards!"

Master Zhang was taken aback, then hesitated, "Boss, those machines are a bit old, but selling them as scrap metal... isn't that too wasteful?"

"Spendthrift?"

Lin Yao couldn't help but laugh and turned to look at Chen Zheng behind him.

"Old Chen, transfer 500 million yuan as start-up capital to Yaosheng Technology's corporate account first, and show Old Zhang what real extravagance is."

Five hundred million?!

Master Zhang slipped and almost knelt down before Lin Yao again. Good heavens, even building a brand new top-notch electronics factory wouldn't cost this much money. Is this boss here to open a factory or to burn money?

Chen Zheng adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses, completely immune to such astronomical figures. He nodded businesslike, "Yes, boss, the funds will arrive this afternoon."

"Alright, Lao Zhang, go for it. If you need money, ask Lao Chen. If you need manpower, recruit from outside. I have faith in you."

Lin Yao didn't waste any more words. He turned around and got into the bulletproof luxury car, closing the door to completely shut out the grateful gazes from outside.

The convoy slowly started, kicking up a cloud of dust, and drove away from the desolate industrial park.

Inside the car, the air conditioning was on full blast. Lin Yao leaned back in the leather seat, closing his eyes to rest. In fact, his mind was already immersed in the system panel in his head.

After he spent 20 million at the factory gate, the system kept giving him notifications, but he kept it to himself until now in order to show off.

[Ding! Congratulations, host, on completing the hidden milestone: The Awakening of the Eastern Technological Dragon!]

[System Assessment: In a financial era rife with bubbles, the host resolutely chose to invest heavily in the high-tech semiconductor industry, demonstrating a groundbreaking strategic vision!]

[The hidden function of the Godly Rich Man's Foresight Panel Lv2 has been activated: Radar for Top Global Tech Talents!]

[Special Bonus: Fragments of groundbreaking black technology blueprints—"The Core Source Code of Next-Generation EDA Software Underlying Architecture (Basic Version)"!]

Upon hearing this reward, Lin Yao, who had his eyes closed, suddenly felt his breath catch in his throat, and his heart began to pound uncontrollably.

EDA software is something most people may never have heard of, but in the semiconductor chip industry, it is hailed as the ultimate tool, the "mother of chips."

All chip design, routing, and simulation must be done with this software. It's like building a skyscraper; the EDA software is the god-level architectural blueprint.

In the original timeline, the major Western giants held the reins on chip design across Asia by monopolizing EDA software. You don't even have design tools, so how can you make chips?

Now, the system has directly revealed the underlying source code of the next generation of EDA, which is equivalent to handing Lin Yao a peerless sharp blade that can pierce through the heart of Silicon Valley!

"Awesome! This is a hundred times more awesome than making 30 billion in the stock market!"

Lin Yao roared in his heart, "With this, my Yaosheng Technology will no longer be just an OEM, but a technological empire that monopolizes the rules from the root."

However, even if he were given the source code, he wouldn't understand it. He needs a truly knowledgeable genius to turn this code into actual software.

"System, activate the global top technology talent radar!"

[Ding! Radar activated, scanning Hong Kong and surrounding areas...]

[Target locked. A down-on-his-luck genius has been discovered who perfectly matches the host's development needs!]

[Name: Lu Qiu]

[Background: Former chief architect of a top-tier chip giant in Silicon Valley, USA. Three years ago, his independently developed, genius-level chip architecture was shamelessly stolen by a white executive.]

[Lu Qiu's resistance was futile; instead, he was framed by capital for stealing trade secrets, his green card was revoked, he was deported, and he faced a global tech blacklist.]

[Current situation: Currently living in seclusion in Kowloon Walled City, Hong Kong, he drinks heavily all day, is being hunted by gangsters due to high-interest loan debts, is extremely depressed, and has only one week left before he is completely ruined.]

After reading the information provided by the system, Lin Yao suddenly opened his eyes, a chilling glint flashing in them.

A Silicon Valley outcast, his hard work stolen and then he was falsely accused?

What a domineering and shameless Western capitalist! This top genius, who has been driven to the brink of despair and hates Western capital to the bone, is practically the perfect revenge general tailor-made for Lin Yao.

"Scumbag, notify the convoy to turn around."

Lin Yao opened his eyes, his tone calm, yet carrying an undeniable air of dominance.

Sitting in the passenger seat, the man in the passenger seat quickly turned around: "Boss, if we're not going to the company, where are we going?"

Lin Yao casually poured a glass of whiskey from the car's liquor cabinet and shook the ice cubes.

"Let's go to Kowloon Walled City. We're going to pick up a living god who can turn Wall Street upside down."

……

3 PM, Kowloon Walled City.

This is a notorious no-man's-land in Hong Kong, where densely packed, handshake-style buildings stand side by side, with illegally connected electrical wires strung haphazardly across the sky, and foul-smelling sewage dripping from them year-round.

This place is a melting pot of all sorts of people, teeming with crime, and is the world's most densely populated slum.

"Clang!"

Deep within the walled city, in a dilapidated tenement building, a rickety wooden door was kicked open.

Three heavily tattooed thugs, armed with machetes, stormed into a cramped single room of less than ten square meters.

The room was dark and damp, with empty wine bottles, scattered draft papers, and some disassembled second-hand electronic components piled on the floor.

A young man with messy hair like a bird's nest and a scruffy beard lay like a dead pig on a tattered mattress, clutching a half-empty bottle of cheap liquor tightly in his hand, his body reeking of nauseating sourness and alcohol.

This person is none other than Lu Qiu, a brilliant Chinese architect who once shone brightly in Silicon Valley.

"You damn old hag, Lu Qiu, stop pretending to be dead and get up to pay back the money!"

The gang leader stepped forward and kicked Lu Qiu hard in the stomach.

"Cough cough cough..."

Lu Qiu was kicked so hard that he arched his body like a shrimp, coughing violently. The wine bottle in his hand rolled to the ground, spilling cheap alcohol all over the floor.

He opened his bloodshot eyes in a daze, looked at the gangster in front of him, and forced a bitter smile that was more like a grimace.

"Give me back my money? I don't have any money... You can take my life if you want."

Lu Qiu rolled over, like a lump of mud, his tone revealing a utter despair that showed he had completely given up on the world.

Three years ago, he was full of enthusiasm and worked hard in Silicon Valley, thinking that as long as he had talent, he could change the world. What happened?

The core framework he painstakingly developed over countless days and nights was casually renamed by his superior, who even used his financial power to ruin him and bankrupt him in order to cover up the truth.

He fled back to Hong Kong, only to find that he had been blacklisted by the entire industry and couldn't even find a job repairing televisions. His mother was seriously ill, and he was forced to borrow money from loan sharks. In the end, his mother still passed away.

What's the use of talent? What's the use of hard work?

In this world where capitalism devours people, he, a lone wolf with no background, will only be devoured until nothing is left!

"What good is your worthless life to me?!"

Enraged, the gangster laughed and grabbed Lu Qiu by the hair, lifting him up by force.

"You borrowed 100,000 yuan from our boss, and with interest, it's now 300,000. No money, huh? I'll chop off both your hands today to pay off your debt, so you'll never be able to drink alcohol again for the rest of your life!"

With that, the gangster raised the watermelon knife high and aimed it at Lu Qiu's hands, which had once typed out countless lines of brilliant code, and slashed down hard.

Lu Qiu closed his eyes in despair. Let him cut it. It's better to cut it. Cutting it will bring him complete relief.

However, just as the blade was about to touch his wrist...

"Bang!"

A small pebble, seemingly appearing out of nowhere, flew through the air with a sharp sound and struck the gangster's wrist pressure point with pinpoint accuracy.

"Aww!"

The gangster screamed in pain as his wrist went numb, and the watermelon knife slipped from his hand and fell to the ground.

"Who the hell dares to meddle in our business with Yi Sheng?!"

The three gangsters suddenly turned their heads and looked outside the door. The narrow, dark corridor was now filled with people.

Dozens of burly men dressed in sharp, bespoke black suits and wearing sunglasses filled almost the entire corridor. Their uniform, cold aura instantly stunned the three thugs from the city.

The crowd parted, and Lin Yao, dressed in a casual suit, held a clean white handkerchief to his nose and walked into the stinking doghouse with a look of disgust.

Thirteen Sister and Chen Zheng followed closely behind.

"Thirteenth Sister?!"

The gang leader clearly recognized this newly crowned Hung Hing boss, who had recently gained notoriety in the underworld, rose to power through money, and commanded a group of suit-clad thugs. He was so frightened that his legs trembled.

"Thirteenth Sister...we didn't know this scoundrel was one of yours! We're leaving right now!"

"Get out of my way, don't block my brother from doing his business."

Thirteen Sister waved her hand impatiently, and the gangsters, as if granted a pardon, scrambled away along the wall.

Lin Yao frowned as he looked at the trash on the ground. There wasn't even a place to step. He kicked aside a few bottles, walked to the broken mattress, and looked down at Lu Qiu, who reeked of alcohol.

"You're Lu Qiu, the chief architect who was kicked out of Silicon Valley like a dog by white executives?"

Lin Yao's first words were like a sharp knife sprinkled with salt, stabbing deeply into Lu Qiu's most painful wound.

Lu Qiu's previously lifeless eyes suddenly snapped open, staring intently at Lin Yao, his eyes bloodshot, like an enraged beast.

"Who are you? How do you know all this? Are you one of those bastards from Silicon Valley sent to laugh at me?!"

"I'm laughing at you. You're such a hopeless case, do you even need anyone to look at you?"

Lin Yao mocked mercilessly, "You've been bullied by capital, and instead of thinking about how to fight back, you're hiding in the slums drinking cheap liquor and pretending to be dead? You're not just a expendable pawn, you're a complete coward!"

"I am not a coward!!!"

Lu Qiu roared as if his tail had been stepped on, "What can I do? They have money, power, and a legal team. They've blocked all my options. What can I use to fight them? My life? They don't even care about my life!"

Lu Qiu desperately clutched her hair, tears mixed with grime streaming down her face.

"Yes, you're right. They have money. In this world, without capital, a genius is just an ant that can be crushed at any time."

Lin Yao snapped his fingers, and the dog behind him immediately stepped forward, carrying a heavy silver briefcase, and slammed it down on the pile of tattered draft papers in front of Lu Qiu.

The combination lock box popped open automatically, revealing neatly stacked piles of extremely conspicuous thousand-yuan bills inside, totaling a full three million yuan in cash.

Lu Qiu was stunned, staring blankly at the box of money, his mind going blank.

"But coincidentally, I'm so poor that all I have left is money."

Lin Yao stood with his hands in his pockets, slightly bent over, his eyes like those of a wolf king eyeing its prey, exuding an arrogant aura that sent chills down one's spine.

"This three million will pay off your bad debts, and the rest will be your allowance for this month."

"I'll buy you the best labs and equip you with the best team in all of Hong Kong. How much R&D funding do you need, a billion or a hundred billion? Just ask, and I won't even blink."

Lin Yao spoke slowly and deliberately, his voice booming like thunder in the cramped room.

"I'll only ask you one question: do you want to trample those white bastards in Silicon Valley under your feet?"

"Wouldn't you like to use what's in your head to make those capitalist giants who treated you like a dog kneel before you and sing 'Conquer'?"

Looking at Lin Yao's excessively young yet domineering face, and then at the box of real gold and silver in front of him.

Lu Qiu's heart, which had long been dead, suddenly began to beat wildly uncontrollably. A pent-up frustration and a burning desire for revenge that had been suppressed for three years erupted like a volcano.

He suddenly scrambled up from the tattered mattress, completely ignoring the stench emanating from his body, and gripped Lin Yao's suit sleeve tightly, his eyes bloodshot as if they were about to bleed.

"As long as we can kill those bastards in Silicon Valley..."

Lu Qiu gritted his teeth, his voice hoarse like a vengeful ghost: "Boss, from today onwards, my life, and everything in my head, belongs to you!"

Lin Yao looked at the mad wolf that had regained its vitality and smiled with satisfaction.

The strongest general of the technological empire has returned to his position, and the truly boring life of a super-rich man is only just beginning.