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

Inside the top-tier presidential suite of the Mandarin Oriental Hotel in Central, Hong Kong.

John Smith's eyes were bloodshot, his tie was ripped off, and he paced back and forth on the expensive carpet like a cornered beast. He gripped the telephone receiver tightly with one hand, and the veins on the back of his hand bulged.

"Buy! Buy like crazy! Throw in all the $2 billion that Yaosheng Capital just sent! We must support Black Gold Capital's core holdings no matter what. As long as the leverage doesn't collapse, we can hold out until the Fed cuts interest rates!"

John was hysterically yelling at the Wall Street trading team on the other end of the phone, spitting all over the table.

With this two billion dollars in life-saving money, John seemed to see a glimmer of hope for turning things around.

In his view, although Lin Yao was rich, he was ultimately an Asian bumpkin who didn't understand how deep the waters were on Wall Street.

Once he uses this money to stabilize Black Gold Capital's stock price, he can borrow some funds from anywhere seven days later to repay Yaosheng, and he'll get through this crisis. Want to acquire Hollywood and Australian iron ore? Dream on!

However, what came from the other end of the phone was the trader's desperate voice, choked with sobs.

"President... we can't hold him up, we really can't hold him up!!!"

The trader's voice was filled with extreme fear.

"The moment we dumped two billion US dollars into the market, an extremely terrifying and mysterious short-selling fund suddenly appeared. They were like God; for every buy order we placed, they dumped the same number of sell orders."

"That amount of capital was enormous, at least ten billion US dollars. They didn't care about the cost; they were just relentlessly pounding our heads against us."

"We poured in two billion US dollars, and it didn't even make a ripple; it was wiped out in an instant!"

"President, we've been liquidated! Just now, our core holdings were completely wiped out, and Chase Bank has officially initiated forced liquidation proceedings..."

"Clatter".

The telephone receiver slipped limply from John's hand and slammed heavily onto the floor, emitting a piercing dial tone.

He felt as if all his marrow had been drained, his legs went weak, and he collapsed to his knees in front of the floor-to-ceiling window of the presidential suite.

In his mind, he recalled Lin Yao's devilish, mocking smile in the Yaosheng Capital meeting room a few hours earlier.

Only at this moment did John truly understand what a terrifying financial tyrant he had offended. Lin Yao had lent him two billion, not expecting him to turn things around.

While Lin Yao was lending money to him to keep him calm, he was also directly mobilizing an even larger amount of cash flow on Wall Street to unilaterally crush him.

I'll lend you money, and then I'll personally harvest that money along with your life in the stock market!

This isn't lending money! This is like treating people like pigs, pinning them to a chopping board and slowly torturing them!

"A devil... he's a devil who eats people without spitting out the bones..."

John looked ashen-faced as he gazed at the dazzling night view of Victoria Harbour outside the window. He knew that in seven days, Black Gold Capital would cease to exist completely, and the Universal Lionsgate film studio and the Australian iron ore mine he owned would have already been declared to belong to the Lin family.

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Meanwhile, on the 48th floor of the Far East Financial Center, in the office of the chairman of Yaosheng Capital.

"drop--"

Chen Zheng pressed the last Enter key on the keyboard, looked at the K-line chart of Black Gold Capital on the big screen, which plummeted like a cliff, and pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses with satisfaction.

"Boss, let's close the net."

Chen Zheng turned around and reported to Lin Yao, who was sitting on the leather sofa.

"We used more than 10 billion US dollars in offshore accounts to short sell like crazy. The 2 billion US dollars of bridge funding that John Smith just got did not last even half an hour and has all become our profits in the short market."

Chen Zheng's tone revealed a ruthless and unrestrained savagery: "Black Gold Capital has now completely gone bankrupt and entered the liquidation process. Once the seven-day betting agreement expires, they will definitely not be able to come up with three billion US dollars to redeem the bonds."

"Universal Lionsgate, one of the eight major Hollywood studios, and those two Australian iron ore mines with astonishing annual output are ours!"

Lin Yao, dressed in comfortable pure cotton loungewear, held a cup of premium Da Hong Pao tea and slowly blew away the foam on the surface of the tea.

"This is what they call 'closing the door to beat the dog, keeping the good stuff in the family.'"

Lin Yao took a sip of tea, his expression as calm as if he had simply crushed an ant.

"These white pigs on Wall Street usually look down on everyone and fleece the world. Today, let them taste what it's like to be harvested by absolute cash flow."

"Old Chen, get the legal team ready. Once the seven days are up, we'll immediately go to the US and Australia to complete the asset transfer. Yaosheng Pictures' future international distribution channels all depend on this Hollywood toy."

"Understood, boss!"

Chen Zheng nodded respectfully.

In the turbulent capital market of the 1980s, Lin Yao's barbaric approach of smashing all rules with money, devoid of any martial ethics, was simply a dimensional reduction attack, utterly unsolvable.

Just as Lin Yao was about to close his eyes and relax, enjoying the tedious fruits of victory...

"Bang!"

The office door was pushed open, and Wang Sanri, with messy hair, a crooked suit and tie, and a flushed face, tumbled in like a two-hundred-pound fat wife who had suffered a great injustice.

"Boss, you have to do me a favor!"

As soon as Fatty Wang walked in, he let out a wail, his eyes brimming with tears, "Our film crew got trampled on!"

Lin Yao frowned slightly and put down his teacup.

"What's the panic? Catch your breath first. In this tiny corner of Hong Kong, who dares to mess with my Yao Sheng Capital's film crew? Are Chiang Tin-sang's Hung Hing triad just sitting around doing nothing?"

Since Hung Hing was forcibly incorporated by Lam Yiu, now all the film sets, big and small in Hong Kong, have Hung Hing underlings in black suits maintaining order. Ordinary gangsters can't even avoid them, let alone dare to collect protection money.

Fatty Wang wiped the sweat from his forehead, his face full of bitterness.

"Boss, these aren't ordinary gangsters; they're from Wo Luen Shing. The leader is Big D, the head of Wo Luen Shing in Tsuen Wan!"

"Wo Luen Shing, Big D?"

Upon hearing the name, Lin Yao raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement flashing in his eyes.

Good heavens, this is a notorious mad dog in Hong Kong's underworld!

He is usually arrogant and domineering, with a bad temper. He likes to put people in wooden boxes and roll them down the mountain. He also often drags people fishing, and he never wears a helmet.

This chaotic mix of Hong Kong variety show worlds is finally getting more and more interesting.

"Why isn't Big D staying in his Tsuen Wan area? Why is he coming here to vandalize our film crew? Does he have a death wish?"

Lin Yao leaned back on the sofa and asked casually.

Fatty Wang swallowed hard and quickly explained, "Boss, those college students in mainland China are working day and night on the blueprints for our blockbuster film 'Three Qing Dynasties' right now."

"The old professor said that the blueprints are extremely complex, and it will take at least half a month of hard work to produce the finished product."

"So during this time, Master Lin Zheng and I searched for actors in Hong Kong. This movie needs a female ghost lead with stunning beauty and a melancholy temperament to complement Uncle Nine's role."

"I searched all over Hong Kong and finally found a newcomer who just came from Taiwan, named Wang Zuxian."

"That pretty face, those long legs, that melancholic and sorrowful aura—she's practically tailor-made for our mythological epic!"

Fatty Wang was so excited that he danced around, but then he deflated like a punctured balloon.

"But...but this Wang Zuxian was just forcibly signed away by Big D of Wo Luen Shing yesterday."

Fatty Wang slapped his thigh in anger: "Big D recently opened a shell film company, specializing in making those low-budget erotic films to launder money."

"He somehow set his sights on Wong Cho-han and forced her to sign a contract of servitude, saying that he would drag her to film one of those lousy movies next week."

"Today I went to negotiate with Big D with money, wanting to spend three million to buy out Wang Zuxian's contract, but that mad dog didn't give Yaosheng Film Industry any face at all."

Fatty Wang pointed to a red mark on his face, looking aggrieved: "He not only threw the money on the ground, but also slapped me, saying that when making movies in Hong Kong, you have to follow the rules of their gang."

"He even said that if you, boss, are not satisfied, you can go to his nightclub and talk to him in person!"

After listening to Fatty Wang's tearful account, the air in the office instantly plummeted to freezing point.

Chen Zheng pushed up his glasses, his eyes cold: "Boss, Wo Luen Shing is currently the only triad in Hong Kong that can rival Hung Hing. Big D is a crazy man who doesn't follow the rules. He's clearly trying to use the film industry to test the limits of our Yiu Shing Capital."

Lin Yao sat on the sofa without speaking immediately. He picked up the pure gold lighter on the table and played with it in his hand, the flame flickering in the dim office, illuminating his expressionless face.

"He hit my director, stole my leading lady, and now he wants me to go to his nightclub to talk to him?"

Lin Yao suddenly chuckled, his tone revealing an extreme indifference.

"These days, how come there are always these brain-dead gangsters who think they can go toe-to-toe with capital?"

Lin Yao stood up, straightened the cuffs of his linen shirt, picked up a black trench coat from the coat rack next to him, and draped it over his shoulders.

"Old Chen, notify my sister."

Lin Yao's voice was flat and without any inflection, yet it carried a chilling, bloody scent.

"Have her drag those three hundred fully armed thugs in suits out of the security base, put them in the highest level of bulletproof vests, and bring them stun guns and tear gas."

Lin Yao turned to look at Fatty Wang, a devilish smile curving his lips.

"Doesn't Big D like fishing?"

"Today, I'm going to Tsuen Wan myself to teach him how to fish without a helmet."

Night falls, neon lights flicker, Tsuen Wan, the headquarters of Big D, the Dynasty Nightclub.

As a symbol of Wo Luen Shing's influence in Tsuen Wan, this place is usually a chaotic mess, with gangsters with dyed yellow hair and tattooed arms standing at the entrance.

In a luxurious VIP box on the top floor of the nightclub, Big D, dressed in an extremely flashy sequined suit, sat arrogantly on the sofa, holding a glass of Louis XIII in his hand, laughing wildly.

"Hahaha, that fat Wang from some damn Yaosheng Pictures, he thinks he can throw three million at my Brother D? Bah!"

Big D downed the liquor in his glass in one gulp and arrogantly pointed at the stunningly beautiful girl huddled in the corner of the private room, trembling with fear.

The girl was extremely pure and beautiful, with a pair of resentful eyes filled with tears. She was Wang Zuxian, who had just been forcibly brought here to sign a contract of servitude.

"Hey girl, don't expect that fatso to come and save you. In Tsuen Wan, even the King of Heaven himself would have to lie down before me!"

Big D stood up, walked up to Wang Zuxian, and reached out to pinch her chin, his eyes filled with greed and lust.

"Be a good boy and come with me to the set tomorrow, take off your clothes, and after this movie is finished, Brother D will make sure you live a life of luxury. Otherwise, I'll put you in a sack and throw you into Victoria Harbour to feed the fish."

Just as Big D's hand was about to touch Wang Zuxian.

"boom!!!"

A deep, terrifying roar suddenly came from the main entrance of the nightclub on the first floor. The sound was so loud that even the floor of the top-floor private room trembled violently.

Followed by.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Screams from downstairs, the sound of heavy objects shattering glass, and an extremely dense crackling of electricity surged up through the stairwell like a tide.

"Hey, what's going on? The cops are here to raid the place?"

Big D suddenly turned his head and roared furiously. The door to the private room was kicked open by someone who tumbled and crawled. A henchman, his face covered in blood and looking extremely terrified, fell to the ground at Big D's feet.

"Big...Big D, something's wrong! It's not cops, it's a group of men in black suits!"

The younger brother screamed in terror: "They drove their car and smashed our first-floor door flat!"

"Several hundred people, all carrying riot shields and stun guns, shocking anyone they saw. More than two hundred of our brothers downstairs didn't even have time to draw their knives before they were all shocked until they were foaming at the mouth!"

"What?!"

Big D's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. In all his years in the underworld, when had he ever heard of such an unconventional fighting style? Driving a car into a nightclub—was this some kind of military counter-terrorism drill?

Before Big D could react...

"Bang!"

The heavy solid wood door of the luxury private room was kicked open violently from the outside, and the solid wood door flew out, smashing the expensive coffee table inside the room.

Amidst the thick smoke of cigars, Lin Yao, wearing a black trench coat and with his hands in his pockets, strolled in leisurely, surrounded by a group of fully armed thugs in suits, stepping over shards of glass.

He didn't even glance at Big D; his gaze fell directly on Wang Zuxian, who was crying in the corner like a frightened fawn.

"Director Wang wasn't lying; his aura is indeed perfect."

Lin Yao nodded in satisfaction and exhaled a smoke ring.

"Who the hell are you, daring to trespass on my Big D's territory?!"

Seeing Lin Yao's attitude of treating him as if he were nothing, Big D was furious. He pulled out a Black Star pistol from his waist and pointed the dark muzzle at Lin Yao.

In Hong Kong during the 1980s, a triad boss who could pull out a rattle was definitely a desperate outlaw among desperate outlaws.

The atmosphere in the private room instantly plummeted to freezing point. Wang Zuxian, sitting in the corner, covered her mouth in shock and let out a gasp.

However, facing the dark muzzle of the gun, Lin Yao didn't even blink. He slowly walked to the sofa, sat down with an air of authority, and dusted off his trench coat.

"Shoot!"

Lin Yao looked at Big D, a devilish, dull smile curling at the corners of his mouth, his tone so indifferent it was infuriating.

"If you dare to pull the trigger today, I guarantee that tomorrow all the brothers of Wo Luen Shing will be covered in cement and filled into Victoria Harbour as foundations."

"Big D, right?"

Lin Yao held up one finger and pointed to his temple.

"I am Lin Yao. Now, put down your gun, crawl over on your knees, and lick my shoes clean. I might give you a chance."