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

In the top-floor private room of the Dynasty Nightclub in Tsuen Wan, the air seemed to have been completely sucked out, making it so oppressive that it was almost impossible to breathe.

The muzzle of the Black Star pistol in Big D's hand was pointed firmly at Lin Yao's forehead. As the most hot-tempered and reckless mad dog in the Wo Luen Shing, Big D's eyes had turned bloodshot due to extreme bloodshotness.

"Lin Yao, stop playing tricks on me!"

Big D gritted his teeth, his face contorted with rage, and roared hysterically, "I've been a hoodlum since I was twelve, hacking my way from Mong Kok to Tsuen Wan! What storms haven't I weathered?"

"You think you can scare me with a few hundred bodyguards in suits? Believe me, I'll blow your head off right now and we'll all die together!"

Faced with Big D's almost manic threats, Lin Yao's expression remained completely calm.

He didn't even look at the dark muzzle of the gun, but casually picked up a bottle of unopened, premium Louis XIII from the table.

With a bang, Lin Yao pulled out the cork with his bare hands and poured himself half a glass of golden liquor.

"You dare say you'd rather die together with me?"

Lin Yao gently swirled his wine glass, his gaze as if he were looking at an insignificant bug.

"Shoot!"

Lin Yao, holding a wine glass, sat on the sofa with an air of superiority, even leaning forward provocatively.

"I'm sitting right here, the muzzle of my gun is less than three meters away from me. If you just lightly tap the trigger with your index finger, tomorrow's headline will be your Brother D's."

Big D's breathing instantly became heavy, and his hand holding the gun began to tremble slightly uncontrollably.

What kind of monster is this? When others are pointed at with a gun, they either wet their pants in fear or beg for mercy on their knees. But this guy is different. He actually puts his head up and lets him hit him. What kind of absolute confidence does he have that shows such contempt for everything?

"However, before I fire, I must remind you of something."

Lin Yao took a sip of foreign liquor, his tone so calm it was chilling.

"Once this bullet leaves the chamber, I guarantee that before dawn, the name 'Wo Luen Shing' will be completely erased from the map of Hong Kong."

"Those thugs under your command, the dirty money you have in Swiss banks, all the establishments under your name, including your boss's..."

"The entire city will be crushed into dust overnight by the absolute power of capital."

"Whoosh!"

As soon as Lin Yao finished speaking, a series of extremely precise and teeth-grinding metallic cocking sounds suddenly came from outside the private room.

Big D suddenly turned his head and looked out through the broken door frame. After just one glance, he felt as if half of his soul had flown away from the Tsuen Wan leader of Wo Luen Shing.

In the corridor, the hundreds of thugs in suits had somehow put down their riot shields.

They lifted their suit jackets, revealing dozens of identical MP5 submachine guns, gleaming with a cold metallic sheen.

The dark muzzles of guns had formed a dense, crossfire network, firmly locking onto Big D inside the private room.

On the rooftop opposite, Big D could even vaguely see several glaring red laser dots, silently moving between his eyebrows and heart.

Big D felt a tingling sensation on his scalp, and his legs instantly went limp like noodles.

Submachine gun, sniper?

I'm just a gangster, I usually only use a watermelon knife and a steel pipe when I fight for territory, and you just sent a whole mercenary army to surround me? What the hell is this?!

"Clang..."

Big D could no longer hold onto the Black Star pistol, and it fell directly onto the floor covered with shards of glass.

His arrogant and domineering attitude crumbled instantly when faced with such terrifying, cross-dimensional force.

"Mr. Lin... Mr. Lin..."

Big D bent his knees and knelt on the broken glass with a thud. Blood immediately streamed down his knees, but he didn't dare to utter a sound.

"I was wrong, I was blind to your greatness, I didn't know that fatso... oh no, I didn't know Director Wang was one of your men..."

Big D kowtowed frantically, tears and snot streaming down his face.

"I deserve to die! I'm willing to pay compensation, ten million... no, twenty million! Please, Boss Lin, just let me go!"

Lin Yao put down his wine glass, stood up, and slowly walked to Big D.

"I already said that."

Lin Yao looked down at him, his voice devoid of any warmth: "Put down your gun, crawl over here, and lick my shoes clean."

Big D was trembling violently. He was a big shot in the underworld, after all. If he really had to lick someone's boots, how would he ever be able to stand up in the underworld again?

But when he glanced at the expressionless submachine guns outside the door, ready to riddle him with bullets at any moment, all his dignity was instantly swallowed up by fear.

Big D gritted his teeth and crawled on all fours like a real dog toward Lin Yao's feet.

Just as he was about to stick out his tongue.

"Bang!"

Without any mercy, Lin Yao kicked Big D in the chest, sending the 200-pound man tumbling several times on the ground before crashing heavily against the wall.

"I think you're dirty."

Lin Yao took out a pure white handkerchief, wiped the tips of his shoes, and casually threw the handkerchief onto Big D's face, which looked like a dead dog.

"Wang Sanri came to talk to you with three million, and you slapped him and threw his money away. This debt needs to be settled."

Lin Yao turned his head and looked at the zombie dog standing at the door waiting for orders.

"You bastard, tie this son of a bitch up."

"Boss, should we put him in a wooden crate and sink him into the sea, or throw him up in the mountains to feed the wild dogs?"

Sang Gou pushed up his tactical sunglasses, his tone extremely professional.

"It would be such a waste to sink him. With his physique, he's clearly a master of hard labor."

A wicked smirk curled at the corner of Lin Yao's lips as an extremely ingenious method of punishment took shape in his mind.

"Aren't those college students at that second-tier university in Guangdong province in mainland China working themselves to the bone to draw blueprints for us?"

"As soon as the blueprints are completed, we will immediately begin construction on the palace."

Lin Yao pointed at the dying Da D on the ground and loudly announced his verdict.

"Pack this guy up overnight and dump him on a construction site in the mainland. Tell the foreman there not to pay him any wages."

"Isn't he arrogant? Let him move bricks and mix cement. He has to pick a thousand bricks every day, and he's not allowed to eat until he finishes."

"He doesn't wear a helmet, does he? Have someone weld the yellow helmet onto his head; he'll never be able to take it off!"

boom!

Upon hearing this extremely cruel punishment, Big D's eyes rolled back, and he fainted from fright.

The head of Wo Luen Shing Tsuen Wan was actually sent to a remote mountain village in mainland China to work as a free laborer, and even had to wear a safety helmet? This is a million times more cruel than killing him!

"Take it away, smash this lousy nightclub to pieces, don't leave a single bottle of alcohol behind."

Lin Yao waved his hand, turning the page on Big D's matter as if it were trash.

He turned around, his deep gaze finally landing on the corner of the private room, where Wang Zuxian, only twenty years old and at the peak of her beauty, was curled up in the corner of the sofa.

She hugged her knees tightly with both hands, her beautiful face streaked with tears, and her bright eyes stared at Lin Yao with shock and disbelief.

So domineering, so cool! In this girl's worldview, gangster bosses are already extremely terrifying beings.

But this handsome man, who was only a few years older than him, had managed to scare the fierce-looking Big D into kneeling and begging for mercy with just two sentences, and even had him relegated to manual labor.

That absolute control, the ability to turn the world upside down with a flick of the wrist, is fatally attractive to any woman.

Lin Yao strode over to Wang Zuxian and, seeing the girl's still trembling shoulders, took off his expensive black trench coat and casually draped it over her shoulders.

"Wang Zuxian?"

Lin Yao's voice softened slightly.

The girl instinctively wrapped the trench coat, still warm from the man's body, tighter around herself, and nodded timidly: "Yes, I am..."

"I am Lin Yao, the chairman of Yaosheng Capital and the boss of Yaosheng Pictures."

Lin Yao bent down slightly and extended his long, strong right hand.

"From today onwards, you are the leading actress signed by Yaosheng Pictures. I have torn up that contract of servitude. No one can force you to film things you don't like."

"In Hong Kong, as long as I, Lin Yao, am here, not even the Heavenly King himself can touch a single hair on your head, understand?"

Hearing this domineering yet reassuring promise, Wang Zuxian's tears flowed again.

This time, however, it wasn't out of fear, but rather a kind of ecstatic joy and emotion, as if one had finally found solace in endless darkness.

Without hesitation, she stretched out her fair hand, grasped Lin Yao's hand tightly, and nodded vigorously.

"Boss Lin... thank you so much! I'm willing to act for you, I could do it for the rest of my life!"

"I don't need to film for a lifetime, just help me film the mythological epic we're about to shoot first."

Lin Yao chuckled and pulled her up from the ground.

"Let's go. Fatty Wang is almost crying outside. Our stunning beauty can't be allowed to get dirty in this shabby place."

The next morning, the news that the head of Wo Luen Shing Tsuen Wan had been taken down by Yiu Shing Capital and sent to a construction site in mainland China overnight to move bricks was like a Category 12 hurricane, instantly sweeping through both the underworld and legitimate society of Hong Kong.

At the Wo Luen Shing headquarters, the senior uncles and bigwigs were so frightened that they convened an emergency meeting overnight.

They originally wanted to stand up for Big D, but when they found out, they learned that Big D had mobilized dozens of submachine guns to level the nightclub. Who the hell would dare to mess with that?

Ultimately, the top management of Wo Luen Shing made an extremely frustrating yet incredibly wise decision.

Instead of retaliating, they pooled together a full ten million Hong Kong dollars for "tea money" and personally delivered it to the Yiu Shing Capital building, humbly apologizing to Lam Yiu and stating that from now on, they would absolutely avoid anyone from Yiu Shing.

This silenced the entire Hong Kong underworld, and Yaosheng Capital became an invincible forbidden zone that transcended all rules.

Meanwhile, inside the Yiu Shing Film Building in Kowloon Tong, Wang Sanri looked at Wang Zuxian, who was sitting on the sofa and had changed into a pure white dress. He was so excited that the fat on his face was trembling.

"Perfect, absolutely perfect!"

Fatty Wang, script in hand, circled Wang Zuxian three times, shouting excitedly, "Boss Lin's eye for talent is truly sharp! This charisma, this figure, combined with Uncle Nine's Taoist spirit, our movie is absolutely going to dominate the Asian box office!"

"Boss, Zu Xian has signed our company's highest-level S-class contract. When would you like to hold a formal launch event?"

Fatty Wang rubbed his hands together and approached Lin Yao.

Lin Yao sat in the boss's chair, flipping through the latest financial statements without even looking up.

"What's the rush?"

Lin Yao turned to a page of the report.

"The blueprints from the mainland haven't been finalized yet, and the special effects team is still being assembled. Don't you understand that slow and steady wins the race?"

"During this time, you take Zuxian to familiarize herself with the script and find some top-notch physical training teachers and dialogue teachers to give her some intensive training."

Lin Yao raised his head and looked at Wang Zuxian, his tone serious: "I don't want a vase that can only stare blankly, I want a box office queen who can perfectly portray the melancholy and beauty of Eastern women."

Wang Zuxian immediately stood up straight, her eyes resolute: "Boss, don't worry, I will definitely not let you down!"

"Okay, go ahead."

After seeing the two off, Lin Yao glanced at the Patek Philippe on his wrist. Seven days had passed so quickly.

He picked up the encrypted satellite phone on the table and dialed Chen Zheng's number.

"Old Chen, hasn't the seven-day deadline for the betting agreement expired?"

Lin Yao's voice carried the chilling edge of a hunter closing in his net.

On the other end of the phone, Chen Zheng's voice was equally cold and filled with murderous intent.

"Reporting to the boss, Black Gold Capital on Wall Street has completed its bankruptcy liquidation process last night. John Smith attempted suicide by shooting himself in his apartment and has now been sent to a mental hospital."

"They can't come up with three billion US dollars, so according to the contract, the performance-based agreement has officially taken effect."

"Our legal team has taken over absolute control of Universal Lionsgate Films and the ownership documents for the Australian iron ore mine. From today onwards, one of Hollywood's eight major studios officially belongs to the Lin family!"

Lin Yao suddenly stood up and walked to the huge French window. The sunlight shone on him, as if he were wearing a golden armor.

"Excellent!"

Lin Yao took a deep breath, his eyes blazing with an ambition that seemed to encompass the heavens and the earth.

The seeds of technology have been sown, the media and entertainment landscape has taken shape, and now, he has even forcibly taken control of Hollywood's distribution channels.

"I've completely finished the quests in Hong Kong, the starting village."

Lin Yao looked down at the steel forest beneath his feet, a wildly arrogant smile curling at the corners of his mouth.

"Pass on my orders: prepare a private jet. I'm going to Hollywood to teach those arrogant white pigs a lesson in what the Chinese film industry is all about!"