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

"Full acquisition, blockade? Hahaha!"

On the beach of Clearwater Bay, Liu Dawei was stunned for two seconds, then as if he had heard the funniest joke in the universe, he clutched his stomach and laughed wildly, almost laughing until tears streamed down his face.

He pointed at Lin Yao's flashy Hawaiian shirt, his face full of sarcasm: "Who do you think you are, Li Ka-shing?"

"Do you know how much Star Arts Pictures, the company that invested in my film, is worth? A whopping 30 million Hong Kong dollars! You acquired it all in ten minutes? You must have drunk fake alcohol last night and ruined your brain!"

The crew members behind Liu Dawei burst into laughter. In their eyes, this young man in floral shorts was definitely a crazy person who didn't know his place.

Lin Yao couldn't be bothered with these frogs in a well. He casually pulled over a beach chair, lay down comfortably, put on his sunglasses, and enjoyed the sea breeze.

Standing to the side, Chen Zheng pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses and took out his heavy, brick-like mobile phone from his briefcase.

"Hello, is this the acquisition department? This is Chen Zheng."

Chen Zheng's tone was calm and undisturbed, as if he were buying two pounds of pork at the market.

"Check out a company called Star Art Pictures. Yes, regardless of its current market value, offer a 50% premium and immediately initiate a forced acquisition process."

"I don't care whether the other party's boss agrees or not, I'll use money to bribe him until he agrees. The boss's requirement is that I see absolute control of Xingyi Film Industry transferred to Yaosheng Capital within five minutes."

After hanging up the phone, Chen Zheng quietly stepped back behind Lin Yao.

Seeing Chen Zheng's pretentious posture, Liu Dawei's heart skipped a beat for no reason, but he remained defiant: "Keep pretending, keep pretending. A 50% premium? I'll see how you're going to clean up this mess in five minutes!"

Time ticked by, and the sound of the waves on the beach became exceptionally clear. Everyone in Wang Sanri's crew held their breath. Andy Lau and Chow Yun-fat looked at each other, holding their ten-dollar boxed lunches, and forgot to even eat.

Four minutes and thirty seconds.

"Beep beep beep, beep beep beep!"

Liu Dawei's pager suddenly started ringing frantically, like a death knell. He looked down and saw it was his boss's office landline number.

His heart skipped a beat, and he quickly pulled out his mobile phone to call back.

"Hey boss, this is David. Our award-contending film..."

"Dawei, you son of a bitch!!!"

On the other end of the phone, the boss of Xingyi Pictures let out a pig-like roar that made Liu Dawei's eardrums ache.

"What the hell did you mess with? Just now, people from Yaosheng Capital stormed into my office with four suitcases full of cash and forcibly acquired my company!"

"The first death order from the new boss is to completely blacklist you. All that junk film you shot has already been taken to the scrap yard and sold as plastic. You get out of here right now and never work in the Hong Kong film industry again. You've ruined my life!"

"Beep beep beep..."

The phone was abruptly hung up, leaving only a dial tone.

"Clatter."

Liu Dawei dropped his mobile phone on the beach. He was struck dumb, his face turned deathly pale, and his legs gave way, causing him to kneel on the sand with a thud.

In just five minutes, less than five minutes, a film company worth tens of millions of dollars vanished into thin air, along with its proud artistic masterpiece, which was turned into scrap plastic.

"No...this can't be true, Boss Lin, Immortal Lin, I was wrong, I was blind to your greatness!"

Realizing what had happened, Liu Dawei scrambled towards Lin Yao's beach chair, crying his eyes out.

"Please, spare my life! I've poured six months of my life into this film..."

"Dead dog".

Lin Yao didn't even lift his eyelids.

"clear."

With a wave of his hand, two thugs in suits stepped forward and grabbed Liu Dawei's arms like a dead dog.

"Throw it further away, don't let it get in the boss's way."

The dog gave the order coldly.

Liu Dawei and his crew members, who were already terrified, were simply thrown onto the beach of Clearwater Bay without even making a splash.

Wang Sanri swallowed hard, his gaze towards Lin Yao now completely transformed into that of someone looking at God.

This is the power of money to crush you! What is a domineering CEO? This is a real thug-style domineering CEO in a suit. If he doesn't like you, he'll just buy your company, burn all your hard work, and kick you out of the industry cleanly and decisively, without any hesitation!

Just when the entire set was completely silent.

"Rumble, rumble—"

Suddenly, a deafening roar of propellers echoed from the distant horizon.

As everyone looked up, they saw ten heavy helicopters with identical paint schemes flying in a neat formation from the direction of Victoria Harbour, their powerful air currents creating white waves on the sea surface.

The helicopter slowly landed on the open ground outside the beach.

The hatch opened, and dozens of top chefs, wearing tall white chef hats and pristine white chef uniforms, pushed out one after another temperature-controlled food carts.

Leading the way was none other than the Peninsula Hotel's Executive Chef of Food and Beverage.

They moved with incredible speed, setting up more than a dozen long white dining tables on the beach in just ten minutes, complete with sterling silver knives, forks, and goblets.

Immediately afterwards, the food cart lid was lifted, and a top-quality bluefin tuna weighing over 200 pounds was lifted onto the cutting board. The chef then dismantled it on the spot with a swift and decisive cut.

On the other side, smokeless charcoal burned on the barbecue grill, and the Australian M9 Wagyu beef, cut as beautifully as marble, sizzled enticingly, its aroma of fat instantly filling the entire beach.

There were also Alaskan king crabs the size of washbasins, mountains of French Gillardeau oysters, and cases of chilled Lafite wine...

This spectacle completely stunned everyone in Fatty Wang's crew.

Chow Yun-fat, still holding the half-eaten roast meat rice, stared dumbfoundedly at Andy Lau beside him and poked him, saying, "Andy, I've been making movies for so many years, and the most Shaw Brothers boss has ever treated us to is a seafood stall meal. Is this some kind of sci-fi movie?"

Andy Lau swallowed hard. "Chow Yun-fat, forget about sci-fi movies, I feel like even God's treat is this standard..."

Lin Yao took off his sunglasses, stood up, stretched, and waved to the stunned crowd.

"What are you all standing there for? Eat!"

Lin Yao casually grabbed a glass of champagne and said with a smile, "Everyone's worked hard filming, so this meal is on me. Eat as much as you want, all-you-can-eat Wagyu beef, and straight Lafite. Anyone who doesn't get enough to eat is disrespecting me, Lin Yao!"

A simple meal, and the Peninsula Hotel's Michelin team was airlifted over by helicopter. Is that what you call a simple meal?

"Wow, long live the boss!"

"Charge! Let's grab the Wagyu beef!"

The hundreds of people in the crew, whether they were big stars or extras, all turned into hungry wolves and pounced on the row of long tables with howling cries.

If I could have such a meal in my lifetime, it would be worth it even if I lived ten years less!

The beach was instantly filled with joy. Lin Yao sat under a parasol, enjoying the sea breeze, while Qiu Shuyi sat obediently beside him, holding a small plate of sliced ​​tuna belly. She carefully skewered the fish with a toothpick and offered it to Lin Yao's mouth.

Her beautiful eyes were filled with tenderness and adoration. This man could decide a person's life or death with a mere gesture, yet he was willing to spend tens of millions to make a group of miserable crew members happy. This kind of charm was simply fatal.

"Boss, please try this. The chef said it's the fattiest part."

Chingmy Yau's voice is soft and sweet.

Lin Yao took a bite and nodded in satisfaction.

This kind of life, where money flows like water and others are dumbfounded, may be simple and unpretentious, but it can also be a bit boring.

Just as Lin Yao was idly pondering where to spend his afternoon, Thirteen Sister walked over, clutching a king crab claw bigger than her face and drooling.

Her brows furrowed slightly, and her face unusually devoid of its usual carefree expression.

"Ah Yao, something's happened."

Thirteen Sister pulled up a chair and sat down, lowering her voice.

"Jiang Tiansheng just called me; Hung Hing is in trouble."

Lin Yao raised an eyebrow: "Hung Hing is one of the top triads in Hong Kong. With you and three hundred suit-clad thugs keeping order, what trouble could we possibly encounter? The cops sweeping the place up?"

"Not a cop, but our old rival, the Tung Sing Society!"

Thirteen Sister took a big bite of crab meat. "Camel, the leader of Tung Sing, has gone mad for some reason. Last night, he suddenly gathered his men and went on a rampage, sweeping through our Hung Hing's territories in Kowloon and the New Territories."

"And this time they're acting like they're on drugs; they've all switched to the latest model machetes, and one of them even made a sound!"

"Oh?"

Lin Yao sneered, "Last time I trampled Crow under my feet, and now Tung Sing still dares to act so arrogantly. Who gave them the nerve?"

"That's the key point!"

Thirteen Sister lowered her voice, her expression solemn.

"Mr. Jiang has consulted with his informants in the underworld and found that a large amount of mysterious funds has suddenly appeared behind Tung Sing."

"I heard someone has secretly spent ten million to make things difficult for several Hung Hing triad leaders, especially to wipe out my territory on Portland Street!"

Mysterious funds?

Lin Yao paused slightly as the champagne cup in his hand froze, his mind racing through the events of the past few days.

The British Mutual Fund, which he crushed with 30 billion, and the Xu Tianheng and Old Money Family Alliance, which he humiliated at yesterday's auction...

"Hehe, this is interesting."

Lin Yao placed the champagne glass on the table, a deep, unfathomable glint of cold light flashing in his eyes.

"It seems those old-money families can't compete with my cash flow in business, so they're resorting to underhanded tactics, trying to use underground organizations to annoy me and probe my capabilities?"

In Hong Kong during that era, the underworld and legitimate society were often intertwined. It was common for wealthy people to use underhanded tactics to get triads to step in and resolve difficult issues.

Xu Tianheng and his gang of old guys clearly couldn't swallow their anger over the auction and didn't dare to confront Yaosheng Capital openly, so they bribed Dongxing Society to act as their weapon.

They wanted to start by taking action against Thirteen Sister, the head of Yaosheng Security, and teach Lin Yao a lesson.

"Ah Yao, Mr. Chiang means that Hung Hing is preparing to show off tonight and fight Tung Sing to the death. He asked me if I could mobilize people from the security company to help."

Thirteen Sister clenched her fists, her eyes revealing a hint of excitement; deep down, she was still a chivalrous person who loved bravery and fighting.

Lin Yao looked at Thirteen Sister and shook his head helplessly.

"Sis, you're making millions a year, managing three hundred elites dressed in Armani, and you're actually thinking of going out into the street and hacking each other to pieces with watermelon knives?"

Lin Yao stood up, straightened his Hawaiian shirt, and exuded an aura of domineering authority.

"Fighting and killing is what gangsters do; the era of cold weapons is long gone."

"Weren't they trying to probe my capabilities? Didn't they think they could turn the world upside down by spending a few underhanded tricks?"

Lin Yao snapped his fingers, and the scumbag dog, who had been waiting nearby, immediately stepped forward.

"Zombie Dog, notify the security base."

Lin Yao's voice was as cold as the Siberian wind: "Bring out all that heavy riot control equipment that we just ordered from overseas. Bulletproof vests, tactical helmets, water cannons, tear gas—equip all the brothers with it."

Lin Yao patted Thirteen Sister's shoulder, a bloodthirsty smirk curling at the corner of his mouth.

"Tonight, we won't go out and kill anyone. Instead, we'll take these old money family dogs and give them a good taste of what it means to be a modern capitalist armed group's dimensional reduction attack."

"Tell Fatty Wang, tonight's night shoot is canceled. I'm taking you guys to shoot a real blockbuster!"