Hong Kong: Black Gold Tycoons

The following morning, all the newspapers in Hong Kong reported on the same event.

Ming Pao's front page: "Rare Treasures of the Tsar to Arrive in Hong Kong Mid-Month, Exclusively Exhibited at Grand Hotel, Estimated Value Exceeds US$100 Million."

Sing Tao Daily front page: "Nicholas II's engagement necklace makes its Asian debut, along with eighteen other court treasures on display."

The front page of the Express reads: "A once-in-a-century event in the jewelry world: The Tsar's tears descend upon Hong Kong in the middle of the month."

The front page of Sing Tao Daily reads: "Security level comparable to a presidential visit to Hong Kong; Grand Jewellery exhibition refuses entry to unauthorized personnel."

The same news story dominated the front pages of almost all newspapers in Hong Kong.

The news was released suddenly and violently, like a bomb thrown into calm water, instantly creating a huge ripple.

Citizens buying morning newspapers gathered in twos and threes, flipping through the papers while grumbling and cursing.

"Jewelry worth over a hundred million US dollars? I earn 2,800 a month. Even if I work until my grandson's generation, I still won't be able to afford a single button."

"If you can't afford it, you can't afford it. They're not letting you see it anyway. Look at this: 'Admission by invitation only, no tickets available for public sale.' They won't even let you see it!"

"What do you mean? Are you looking down on people? You think the jewelry of the rich is precious, but the eyes of the poor are worthless?"

"That's not how it works. Those things belong to the Tsar, the Russian Emperor. What are you, a mere Hong Kong citizen, doing getting involved?"

"Me, joining in the fun? Pshaw! I just can't stand the attitude of these rich people. If it's an exhibition, then sell tickets! I'd accept a thousand for a ticket, but not even selling tickets, only showing it to those high-ranking officials and dignitaries—isn't that looking down on us poor people? They should all be hanged on streetlights!"

"That damned Cyril should be hanged from a lamppost!"

Black Gold Media.

Inside Chen Fei's office, Ya Zi spoke in an unfriendly tone.

"What did he do?" Chen Fei looked up at Ya Zi.

Yako remained silent for almost a minute before speaking: "Actually, I'm an undercover agent for the Hong Kong Royal Police, sent by Cyril to gather evidence of your crimes..."

There's no turning back once the arrow is released; if you really want to hang Cyril, you have to rely on Chen Fei.

Anyway, even if she makes a great contribution and returns to the police station, she will only be treated as a marginal person. Forget about promotions and raises.

Last time they all worked together to kill Li Guomin, and given Cyril's superiors who were so indifferent to his own life, they might as well go all the way down this path.

If we don't explain this clearly to Chen Fei now, the situation will be different later.

He then recounted the whole story.

"Is that so!" Chen Fei said dismissively. "They're just police officers, nothing to be surprised about. I'm open to all kinds of people here, including veterans, washed-up gangsters, police officers, and reporters."

Seeing his calm expression, Yako asked, "You already knew my identity?"

"I don't know," Chen Fei denied decisively.

"You didn't know who I was, yet you dared to take me to hang Li Guomin?" Ya Zi was astonished. "Aren't you afraid I'll report you to the police?"

For a moment, I didn't know whether to call Chen Fei bold.

Or perhaps it means he trusts himself a lot.

It's like giving someone five million to start a company the moment you meet them?

But Ya Zi was absolutely certain that he was putting on an act for his own benefit.

Chen Fei didn't take it seriously. "I, Chen Fei, rely on guts and guts when I'm in this business. Even if you're from the Political Department, I'll still take you in."

There are two very famous idiots in Hong Kong now.

One is the English name of Shaw Brothers Studio.

One is the Hong Kong Special Branch.

The Special Branch was the most powerful and secretive quasi-intelligence agency of the British Hong Kong government. Its strength lay in three core dimensions: its subordinate level, its scope of power, and its actual influence. It was an invisible controller during the British Hong Kong period, far exceeding ordinary police departments.

They possess special powers beyond those of ordinary police forces, such as the right to legally conduct wiretapping, illegal arrests, indefinite detentions, investigations of triads, undercover infiltration, and even the right to advise the Governor of Hong Kong to dissolve suspicious triads, without having to follow regular law enforcement procedures, etc.

There was a detention center on Victoria Road where people suspected of plotting to overthrow the colonial or British government would be detained and subjected to various forms of torture to extract confessions.

Yako felt a little lost in his train of thought. After sorting out her thoughts, she continued, "In order to gain your trust, Cyril will arrange a shooting in two days, and I will need to take the bullet for you."

"And then?" Chen Fei asked.

Yako picked up the newspaper on the table and said, "Next is this jewelry exhibition. He thinks that this jewelry exhibition will attract the attention of some people with ulterior motives, so he will release the news before the exhibition and let a group of notorious robbers come to you to buy weapons. Then the police will launch a crackdown. If they can't find any evidence against you, it will also allow me to gain your trust."

"You want to buy weapons from me?" Chen Fei couldn't help but chuckle. "Do I look like an arms dealer?"

Yako looked at him intently: "I think you're quite similar, otherwise how could you possibly have something like an MP5 player?"

"MP5 is just basic operation, there's no need to make a fuss," Chen Fei said. "Go on."

Yako continued, "I want to use this opportunity to kill that foreigner Cyril."

Do you have a plan?

"I have a tiny clue for now," Yako said. "At first, I wanted him to die with the robbers so the police wouldn't be able to find us, but that would mean we'd gain very little."

"So I set up another video company, planning to deploy a large number of video cameras in the combat zone to record the entire process of the robbers fighting Cyril, and then anonymously sell these videotapes to Hong Kong, Macao and Taiwan. As long as we sell them fast enough, even if the police investigate, we can still make a fortune."

"That's a good idea," Chen Fei said after thinking about it seriously. "However, it still requires a lot of details and planning."

Ya Zi said, "So I need your help, the king of Hong Kong intelligence, to figure out where the robbers will make their move against Cyril. The most important thing is that as long as the robbers have heavy firepower, they can just mow down Cyril without much of a chance. So we need to introduce a variable."

"What variable?"

"Bring in the British army or the Flying Tigers, uniformed police or something like that," Yako continued, explaining her plan. "Only in this way can we reap the benefits without lifting a finger, taking down Cyril and the robbers with almost no effort, and making a fortune in the process."

"You're a criminal genius," Chen Fei said, giving him a thumbs up. "But bringing in the British Army or the Flying Tigers isn't a simple matter; it's not something you can just do by thinking about it."

Ya Zi looked at him and said, "The heavy machine guns at Saigon Wharf are yours, aren't they? And the rockets at Gao Yingpei's villa are yours too, aren't they? If you just put out the heavy machine guns and rockets and start firing, I bet not only the Flying Tigers, but even the British army will have to be mobilized."

"So we still have to get involved?" Chen Fei thought for a moment. "Otherwise, the robbers won't be able to get those big things, and we also need to consider whether it will attract the attention of the Political Department. More importantly, we won't make much money just by selling videotapes."

Ya Zi said, "This is just my general idea. I'll think about it some more. Also, I have something to tell you. I really can't handle the company's affairs. I think you should hand them over to someone else."

"I think Zhen is fine," Chen Fei said without thinking. "Let's leave it to her."

"Uh..." Yako was speechless. "This decision of yours feels like it was made on a whim."

"Don't worry about the details," Chen Fei said. "This way you'll have time to think about how to deal with your cover-up, and while you're at it, rethink your plan regarding that videotape. See if you can use this opportunity to take your black money to the next level. I believe in you, good luck!"