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

Chapter 82 The Deduction of the Wealth Prediction Panel: A Staggering Web of Trillion-Dollar Capital!

Yuntai Peak, Sichuan.

Time is like an ancient spring that flows slowly through these deep mountains, gradually eroding the edges of time in this secluded mountain range.

Another week passed peacefully after Lin Yao received the invitation from Uncle Six of Shaw Brothers Studio.

During this week, the filming progress was still ridiculously slow, but Lin Yao was enjoying this slow pace of life.

As a top financial tycoon who can manipulate the capital market at will, he understands all too well the dialectical relationship between fast and slow.

When dumping stocks on Wall Street, one must be as fast as lightning and strike decisively; but when settling assets and refining one's strategy, one must be as slow as an old tortoise and as steady as Mount Tai.

Early morning, on the edge of a cliff on the back mountain of Yuntai Peak.

Lin Yao had someone spend one million to pump water from the foot of the mountain and artificially create a luxurious miniature alpine lake on the edge of the cliff.

At this moment, he is wearing a loose-fitting, handmade linen casual outfit, holding a custom-made carbon fiber fishing rod worth hundreds of thousands of yuan, and lazily sitting on a pure gold stool fishing.

The fishhook is dangling scraps of premium Wagyu beef tenderloin, air-freighted from Japan.

Using Wagyu beef as bait to catch a few worthless wild crucian carp in the deep mountains and forests—this simple and unpretentious life of extravagance would probably make the local people down in the mountains point their fingers at him and curse him as a spendthrift for three days and three nights if they saw it.

But Lin Yao was very focused on fishing.

"Buzz—"

A subtle ripple spread across Lin Yao's retina.

The pale blue virtual light screen, visible only to him, the Godly Wealth Prediction Panel, unfolded smoothly in the morning sunlight.

Lin Yao didn't even look at the cash balance that had exceeded 100 billion US dollars; to him now, it was just a string of numbers.

His gaze fell precisely on the latest in-depth wealth projection report generated by the panel.

The target of the deduction is the Sixth Uncle Charity Gala to be held in Hong Kong next month, and the important figure who specifically requested to see him.

As a top financial trader, Lin Yao never fights unprepared battles. Before attending a banquet, he must thoroughly investigate and expose the other party's true colors through the panel.

[Target of the simulation: Shaw Brothers Charity Gala in Hong Kong and unknown key attendees.]

[Capital Footprint Reverse Tracking Launched — Tracking Completed!]

[Wealth Energy Level Assessment: Extremely Dangerous / Extremely Abundant!]

[Hidden Intelligence Analysis:]

[1. This dinner, ostensibly a charity fundraising event, was in reality a secret meeting for traditional Asian conglomerates (real estate, ports, energy, shipping) to address the rise of new-generation technology and financial capital.]

[2. The identity of the target figure has been confirmed: It is not a single entity, but the leader of a pan-Asian old capital alliance composed of long-established Southeast Asian Chinese families, four major Hong Kong real estate developers, and some hidden Japanese and Korean conglomerates!]

3. Wealth Flow Prediction: The total estimated value of the traditional physical assets currently controlled by the alliance is conservatively estimated at 8...

Its assets are estimated to be between $000 billion and $1.2 trillion, but due to missing out on the semiconductor and information technology industry boom, its cash flow is facing a severe crisis of depletion.

[Final deduction conclusion: The other party's invitation, ostensibly an attempt to recruit and establish ties, is in reality an attempt to leverage its massive traditional physical assets to forcibly acquire or even absorb the cash flow of Yaosheng Technology and Yaosheng Capital under the host's name, in order to complete its capital restructuring and survival!]

"Oh----"

Looking at the rows of cold, yet blood-soaked analytical data on the wealth prediction panel, Lin Yao lightly shook the fishing rod in his hand, a sneer of extreme contempt curling at the corner of his mouth.

The Pan-Asian Old Capital Alliance, a traditional physical entity with a scale of 800 billion to 1.2 trillion US dollars.

"These old fogies who run real estate, coal mines, and shipping companies are just jealous because they saw me make billions of dollars in cash on Wall Street."

Lin Yao gave a dry, indifferent snort to himself; he knew all too well the nature of these traditional capitalists.

In the 1970s and 80s, this group made a fortune by acquiring land, building houses, and monopolizing ports, and considered themselves the true masters of Asia.

Now, seeing a financial behemoth like Yaosheng Capital, which has no sense of morality, suddenly emerge with semiconductor technology that delivers a devastating blow, they panic.

Their massive but cumbersome physical assets simply cannot outpace the compound interest of fintech in the future information explosion era.

Therefore, they wanted to set up a trap before Yaosheng Technology officially launched its computers worldwide and achieved complete legendary status, hoping to force their way in and even turn the tables on them.

"Does trillions of dollars of old capital want to devour this new-era financial tyrant?"

Lin Yao suddenly pulled up the fishing rod, and with a splash, a plump, cold-water mountain fish was roughly pulled out of the water, struggling desperately in mid-air.

"What a huge appetite! Aren't you afraid of breaking all those dentures?"

Lin Yao casually tossed the fish into the bucket next to him, his eyes flashing with extreme greed and rage.

This wasn't some kind of trap at all. Under the scan of his wealth prediction panel, this was clearly a super-sized piece of fat meat on a chopping board, with a total value of trillions of US dollars.

Since they want to play, Lin Yao will not only go, but he will go in a high-profile manner.

He wanted to dig the most terrifying capitalist abyss in human history for them at that banquet, in front of all the established tycoons!

Just as Lin Yao was ruthlessly constructing a trillion-dollar harvest plan in his mind,

"Boss!"

A shrill, even tearful, scream suddenly erupted from the stone steps on the back mountain, startling several mountain birds into taking flight.

Wang Pangzi, like a sentient fleshy cannonball, rushed over, drenched in sweat and tumbling along.

His once thick hair had been torn to shreds by him over the past month, looking like it had been chewed by a dog. His clothes were covered in mud and paint, making him look exactly like a beggar who had just escaped from a refugee camp.

"Thump!"

Fatty Wang rushed to Lin Yao, his knees buckled, and he slid to his knees on the bluestone slab, clutching the megaphone used for directing the scene tightly with both hands. Tears mixed with sweat, leaving two dark lines on his face.

"What happened? Did that mechanical flying zombie leak oil and burn down the main hall?"

Lin Yao grabbed a wet wipe and slowly wiped his hands, his tone calm and expressionless.

"It's not burning, it's not burning, boss!"

Fatty Wang was so excited that his whole body was shaking violently. He suddenly raised his head, and his eyes, which were squeezed into slits by his fat, suddenly burst forth with a sacred, extreme fervor belonging to a movie believer.

"Boss, filming's wrapped! Our show—it's finally wrapped!!!"

Fatty Wang roared at the top of his lungs, his voice as mournful as a cuckoo's cry, "The final scene, the long take of dialogue where Nie Xiaoqian's soul is scattered and Uncle Jiu forcefully opens the Heavenly Gate to withstand the ten-thousand-foot lightning tribulation, is over! It's perfectly over!"

Wang Pangzi cried while gesturing wildly, looking like a mentally deranged madman.

"Boss, you weren't watching from behind the monitor, were you? The moment Zu Xian's tear fell, combined with the yellow leaves flying everywhere from our heavy wave generator, and the ultimate sense of Eastern destiny emanating from the Celestial Master's Mansion—"

"Absolutely amazing, absolutely amazing! This isn't just a movie, it's art, it's a visual poison of nuclear caliber!"

"In my entire life, if I, Wang Sanri, could capture a shot like this, I could die in peace!"

Seeing Wang Pangzi so excited he was almost having a stroke, Lin Yao finally smiled with satisfaction.

"Alright, stop looking so pathetic."

Lin Yao stood up and casually kicked the fat on Wang Pangzi's leg.

"You're this excited after just shooting a trailer. If you were asked to direct a Star Wars movie with a budget of billions in Hollywood, would you immediately show up?"

"A trailer?"

Wang Pangzi was stunned for a moment, then nodded frantically. Of course he knew that the ultimate purpose of this epic masterpiece costing 1 billion was to safeguard the upcoming full 3D mythology game and Loongson supercomputer of Yaosheng Technology.

"Yes, yes, the boss is right, this is definitely the best promotional video for our game!"

Fatty Wang wiped his nose.

"Boss, now that the film is finished, I've already arranged for a top editor from Hong Kong to be on standby for post-production editing. Plus, since we're doing mostly live-action filming with minimal special effects, the final cut should be ready in about two weeks at most."

"When are we going down the mountain and back to Hong Kong? The entire crew of several hundred people is going crazy from being cooped up in the mountains!"

Lin Yao stood with his hands behind his back, his deep gaze piercing through the layers of clouds, looking towards the distant southeast.

That's the direction of Hong Kong, and also the absolute eye of the storm where the global financial crisis is about to converge again.

After lying dormant in the mountains for more than a month, it's time to go back and take down that enormous net that has been woven for so long.

"Relay my orders."

Lin Yao's voice wasn't loud, but it carried a terrifying and domineering aura that had been suppressed for a long time.

"The entire crew will be having a celebratory banquet at Taiji Square tonight. We'll be using the highest standards and stewing all the top-quality ingredients that have been airlifted up the mountain over the past month."

"Tomorrow morning, contact the military region. Send ten heavy transport helicopters to airlift all the key personnel and the original film reels back to Hong Kong via the same route."

"Tell the brothers."

Lin Yao clenched his fist and forcefully swung it in mid-air: "Go down the mountain, return to the city, and prepare to welcome the most magnificent coronation ceremony of our Yaosheng Empire in the global capital market!"

Two days later.

In Hong Kong, in the Mid-Levels, a wealthy area, there is a sprawling, high-security Chinese-style garden mansion.

This mansion does not belong to the four major families of Hong Kong, nor to any newly rich man. It belongs to the private residence of the old tycoon known as Uncle Six, who has absolute power in the Hong Kong film industry.

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At this moment, in a quiet tea room deep within the mansion.

Uncle Liu, dressed in a traditional Tang suit, sat on a rosewood armchair, his brows slightly furrowed, holding two well-worn, century-old walnuts in his hands.

Opposite him sat a middle-aged man, unusually shrouded in shadow.

The man didn't speak, just quietly drank his tea, but the calm and collected aura emanating from him was terrifying, as if he held the power of life and death over countless people.

But even Uncle Six, who had been a powerful figure in Hong Kong all his life, felt a strange sense of oppression.

"He agreed."

Uncle Liu stopped playing with the walnuts in his hand, looked at the man in the shadows opposite him, and spoke in a complicated tone.

"I just received an official reply from Chen Zheng, president of Yaosheng Capital. Lin Yao has finished filming in mainland China and his private jet landed at Kai Tak Airport this afternoon. He will attend the charity gala next month on time."

The man in the shadows put down his teacup and let out a low, monotonous laugh, like a booming bell.

"Hehe—good that you agreed."

The man's voice carried an air of arrogant confidence.

"A young newcomer who made some quick money on Wall Street really thought he was invincible."

"Lin Yao's Yaosheng Capital does have a terrifying cash flow, but its biggest weakness is the lack of physical infrastructure to support it."

"Technological research and development? Without a huge contract manufacturer and a global logistics network, even if his chips are manufactured, they will just be a pile of unsellable scrap metal."

The man extended a thick finger and tapped it lightly on the coffee table.

"We want him to understand a principle through this dinner."

"In Asia, virtual financial figures will never outweigh real steel, land, and ports."

"The trillion-dollar physical assets of the Pan-Asian Capital Alliance were prepared to devour his cash flow and technological achievements."

"If Lin Yao is sensible and hands over 51% of Yaosheng Technology's controlling stake, we can still give him a seat on the board of directors, and we can all make money together."

"What if he doesn't know what's good for him?"

Uncle Liu frowned. He had witnessed Lin Yao's ruthless methods in Hollywood and Wall Street, and he was definitely not someone to be trifled with.

"Don't you know what's good for you?"

The man in the shadows let out a cold laugh, a laugh filled with cruel murderous intent.

"Then we will use a trillion-dollar-level physical monopoly to completely block Yaosheng Technology's upstream and downstream industrial chains around the world."

"Let his hundreds of billions of dollars in cash rot in his bank account, unable to spend a single penny."

"Faced with absolute strength and resources, any technological genius or financial prodigy can only obediently kneel down and become our dogs!"