Hong Kong film: Refusing to go undercover, the policeman's path to becoming the richest man.

Chapter 48 The Hidden Scheme of the Stock Market Crash

He Jiaju hesitated and said, "What you're saying sounds a bit underhanded."

He Chu looked up and laughed: "Of course it's not honorable."

"To put it bluntly, it's a case of the thief crying 'stop thief!' and trying to get something for nothing."

He Jiaju looked bewildered.

Luo Zhiming, however, became interested: "The thief crying 'stop thief'? How does that work?"

He Chu said slowly, "Don't rush to agree to Richard's request. Let him wait and see."

"I guarantee that he'll come knocking on my door in three days at most."

"You can bring up this plan again later—to quickly recoup costs, let's just ship everything at once."

"There are so many drug traffickers staking out Kowloon Walled City and Tsim Sha Tsui that you don't need to search the world for buyers."

"We only need to find one of the five henchmen of the Ni family."

"Han Chen is too slippery, so let's pick one of Gandhi, Guohua, Wenzheng, or Black Ghost."

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"You agree on the price, agree on the location, and exchange money for goods."

"The very moment the deal was finalized—Richard and his men stormed in, 'solving the case' on the spot!"

Luo Zhiming and He Jiaju were dumbfounded.

"Where's the money? It's already in your pocket."

"Where's the goods? Once they're in Richard's hands, it's no different than if you kept them."

"Next, go to him and tell him this is the last bit of stock."

"Just lower the price and sell it to him as a matter of convenience."

Ho Ka-kui's mouth dropped open: "And then—let Richard arrest you again?"

He Chu glanced at him: "If you're not afraid he'll do something desperate, go ahead and give it a try."

He Jiaju immediately shut up, realizing he had said the wrong thing.

Luo Zhiming couldn't help but slap his thigh: "Selling the same goods twice, Ah Chu, that's a ruthless tactic!"

He Chu smiled and said, "If it's not ruthless, Richard will think it's a brilliant idea."

After He Chu left, He Jiaju asked Luo Zhiming in a low voice, "Brother Luo, has Brother Chu always been this amazing?"

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Luo Zhiming glanced at him and asked, "What did you think of that idea just now?"

Ho Ka-kui exclaimed sincerely, "Absolutely amazing!"

"I never could have come up with such a roundabout way in such a short time."

Luo Zhiming said calmly, "For A Chu, this is just something he does casually."

"He was the smartest in our year."

"Those guys from the Ni family are going to be in big trouble. Ah Chu has probably been eyeing them for a while now."

He Jiaju's heart skipped a beat: "Brother Chu is busy investigating this case right now, how could he possibly be distracted by scheming for something else?"

"You're not kidding, are you?"

Luo Zhiming sneered: "In your eyes, he's busy with one thing, but in my opinion, A-Chu always lays out seven or eight steps before doing anything."

"Drug dealers are everywhere, so why did he specifically choose the Ni family? Why didn't he touch Tung Sing, Chung Yee Shun, Wong Po, or Ksitigarbha?"

"Just you wait and see, something big is going to happen to the Ni family sooner or later."

"As for what's behind this, we haven't figured it out yet, so don't interfere rashly."

He Jiaju smiled wryly: "The current mess is enough to give me a headache, how can I think of anything else?"

Luo Zhiming chuckled softly: "But now we can breathe a sigh of relief. Richard will definitely like this method."

"If he's still not greedy, he might use this trick again and again."

"It's not impossible for a single order to be handled three to five times."

"But once you get addicted, you're not far from ruining yourself."

He paused, then said seriously, "Go back and keep an eye on our people. No one is allowed to touch drugs."

"Develop more legitimate businesses."

"With more than 50,000 brothers, if even one less person gets involved with drugs, Hong Kong Island will be less chaotic."

"This is a responsibility we must shoulder."

He Jiaju nodded solemnly: "Yes, boss!"

Their eyes met, and then they both burst out laughing.

At that moment, they did feel a sense of relief.

But He Chu was not at ease.

The information he received from Luo Zhiming felt like a heavy stone pressing on his chest, giving him a sense of urgency.

He had a keen intuition—Sir Lee desperately needed a large sum of money.

Members of the Gold Club have quietly mobilized funds within their respective spheres of influence.

A reasonable deduction then emerges: they are laundering money on a large scale.

How to sever this hidden financial chain?

He Chu remained silent for a moment, then turned and walked towards the library.

He needs knowledge, but even more so, he needs a breakthrough.

He wandered among the bookshelves, borrowing out one financial book after another and spreading them out on the table.

His reading speed is astonishing, and his comprehension is beyond the ordinary.

"Ding! The host has demonstrated exceptional talent in studying financial classics, resulting in a significant improvement in financial knowledge."

"Ding! The host has been immersed in theoretical study and has demonstrated exceptional comprehension, having already mastered the core principles."

"Ding! The host has achieved mastery and the ability to apply knowledge to different situations; the financial field has reached the level of a grandmaster!"

He Chu was taken aback, never expecting that his first unparalleled skill would be finance.

But it came at just the right time!

Theory is just the starting point; the real contest lies in actual combat.

His purpose in going to the library was clear—to find out the clues and loopholes in money laundering.

Soon, another pile of thick professional books filled the desktop.

He flipped through the pages one by one, and with his amazing comprehension, he quickly grasped the key clues.

"Ding! The host has made initial progress in deeply analyzing money laundering mechanisms."

"Ding! The host has mastered the tricks of transferring funds, and his skills have improved."

"Ding! The host has mastered the art of understanding the true nature of illicit money circulation!"

"Learn by analogy and trigger a chain reaction of breakthroughs—become a master stock market trader, have a thorough understanding of money laundering methods, and master countermeasures!"

This time, He Chu finally smiled.

He returned the books one by one, and when he looked up at his watch, he realized it was already afternoon.

He remained calm and dialed his broker's number to retrieve the stock market data for the past three days.

Unexpectedly, the other party came to visit in person, holding a folder in his hands, his eyes full of admiration: "Mr. He, I came here specifically to express my gratitude."

"Thanks to your guidance, I made ten times my initial investment on Yuen Long Antenna stock."

"It was only by listening to your advice and withdrawing in time that we were able to preserve our profits."

Looking back on that experience, the agent still finds it unbelievable.

At the time, everyone ignored this unpopular stock, but He Chu saw its potential and predicted that it would soar to over 100 yuan.

That eye for finding gold in ruins still shocks him to this day.

Fortunately, he insisted on checking the stock at the last minute before leaving get off work, and he was glad that he listened to the advice and decisively followed the trend.

At that time, the price of Yuen Long antennas had already risen from one cent per share to ten dollars.

He held on to his shares until he finally left with a full profit.

Looking back now, it feels like a dream.

After saying this excitedly, he repeatedly expressed his gratitude: "Mr. He, do you have time? Let me treat you to a meal!"

He Chu gently shook his head, his tone gentle yet firm: "Another day."

"I still have things to take care of today; I need to analyze the market."

"Let's talk about it when we have some free time."

The agent naturally dared not linger. In his mind, He Chu was no longer an ordinary person, but a legendary figure comparable to Fang Jinxin and Ye Tian.

Before leaving, he cautiously asked, "Mr. He, will I be able to continue working as your stockbroker in the future?"

He Chu was slightly surprised: "Haven't you always been the one operating my account?"

The other party was immediately overjoyed and bowed deeply: "Thank you for your trust, Mr. He!"

He then wisely withdrew.

He Chu didn't care about these trivial matters.

He has always been sentimental and unwilling to easily change the people around him.

Besides, having an agent manage the account outside can also shield you from a lot of gossip.

While I'm not afraid of rumors, less trouble is always better.

He buried himself back in the documents.

With his master-level abilities, he quickly noticed something was amiss.

"Another unusual stock has emerged?"

Something's not right.

"These three stocks are trending in a coordinated manner, poised for a breakout, and certainly have room for upward movement."

"The financial report data also supports the stock price increase, and the fundamentals are fine."

"Given the capabilities of Sir Lee's team, controlling the market should be no problem."

So where exactly is the problem?

He Chu frowned, repeatedly analyzing the situation.

"It would indeed take a huge amount of capital to drive up these three stocks."

"But the amount of money invested this time is too large."

"If the price can be successfully driven up, the potential profits will be enormous."

He stared at the screen, his fingertips lightly tapping the table.

A storm may be brewing.

"Laundering this money completely will be no easy task!"

"Where exactly did the problem lie?"

He stared at the table in deep thought for over half an hour, when a chilling thought suddenly flashed through his mind: "Could this be a diversionary tactic?!"

"They're not trying to inflate stock prices; they're trying to cause a stock market crash!!"

He Chu felt a chill run down his spine and almost wanted to applaud Sir Li's group for their scheme.

How exactly does it work?

Sir Lee used their intricate criminal network to mobilize massive amounts of funds and concentrate their efforts on driving up the prices of the three leading Hang Seng stocks.

When market sentiment was fully ignited and the index was climbing steadily, they suddenly reversed course and dumped shares in a precipitous sell-off.

The entire market collapsed instantly, and the once booming market was abruptly cut in half.

A small, man-made stock market crash has thus begun!

It's important to know that Sir Lee has been diverting funds from the criminal group's cash reserves recently, even forcing New Union to accelerate drug transaction payments, all in an effort to accumulate sufficient cash reserves.

This sum of money was already enormous, and with leverage and the high volatility of leading stocks amplifying the returns, the profits were already astonishing.

What's even more ruthless is that after driving up the price, they immediately turned around and shorted the Hang Seng Index, earning astronomical returns.

But this is not the end.

He Chu narrowed his eyes and shook his head.

If such enormous profits were cashed out and withdrawn directly, it would inevitably attract scrutiny from all sides. The Securities and Futures Commission, the Economic Crime Investigation Department, the Independent Commission Against Corruption, and the Security Bureau would all be watching closely.

Even if they have informants within the system, the investigation process cannot be bypassed.

This, however, directly contradicts the core tenets of the Gold Club:

Make a fortune discreetly and quietly.

Regardless of who sits in Government House, they remain firmly behind the scenes, truly acting as "underground emperors."

That's their ultimate goal. So, trying to walk away unscathed and cash out is just too foolish.

But with so much money, there has to be an outlet for it.

Where to go?

He Chu closed his eyes, his thoughts racing.

Suddenly, a brilliant idea flashed into my mind—a bold, almost insane thought: "Why do we have to withdraw?"

Why would I run away?

"Since the stock market crash was caused by manipulation, it means that the assets in the stock market themselves are not problematic."

"During the crisis, prices plummeted to rock bottom."

"If you don't buy at the bottom now, what are you waiting for?"

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"If it were me, I would never rush to cash out and leave, but would instead take the opportunity to acquire a batch of high-quality targets."

"And so—an invisible business empire quietly took shape amidst the chaos!"

"What a fucking genius!"

He Chu finally saw through Sir Li's true intentions and couldn't help but slap his thigh in admiration.

This is not a crime; it is clearly a meticulously planned, artistic operation.

The name "Golden Club" truly lives up to its reputation.

No one would have imagined that this seemingly accidental market crash was actually a meticulously planned trap.

The outside world will only conclude that a few bookmakers lost their bets, and that it was just another "black swan" event.

Flawless and watertight.

"Ding! The host has a keen understanding of the criminal logic of the Li Jue Group. His comprehension is outstanding. Congratulations on breaking through to the Grandmaster level in criminal psychology."

He Chu took out a Marlboro, lit it, took a deep drag, and smiled slightly.

That feeling was like the exhilaration of finally figuring out a difficult question in an exam after being stuck on it for three hours.

Now, the mystery is solved.

"Now that I know your tricks, it would be a disservice to my maxed-out stock market intuition if I didn't take advantage of the situation."

What people fear most is the unknown. Once you see your opponent's hand, the initiative is back in your own hands.

He Chu's mind raced, and within moments he had devised several countermeasures.

Just then, my phone rang.

Caller ID: Ni Yongxiao.

"Mr. He, do you have a moment? Would you like a cup of coffee?"

He Chu chuckled: "Coffee is out of the question, I still prefer tea."

"I need to talk to you about something, why don't I come to your place?"

"Okay, see you at home then."

Twenty minutes later, He Chu stepped into Ni Yongxiao's secluded villa nestled halfway up the mountain.

In the courtyard, Ni Yongxiao personally boiled water and brewed tea, serving up a cup of clear, emerald-green pre-rain Longjing tea.

He Chu took a sip, his eyes flickering slightly: "This tea—it's exquisite. Mr. Ni has put a lot of thought into it."

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Ni Yongxiao smiled and gave a thumbs up: "No wonder you only drink tea, you really know your stuff."

He Chu waved his hand: "There's no threshold. Just drink more and try more. It's the same principle as wine tasting."

As soon as he finished speaking, Ni Yongxiao's expression gradually became serious.

"Mr. He, I had a private investigator investigate—that Golden Club has a much deeper background than I imagined."

He gave a wry smile. "I never imagined that such a silent giant tower was hidden beneath Hong Kong Island."

He Chu paused slightly, then asked, "Did Ni Sheng attend university overseas?"

"These kinds of organizations are quite common abroad, like the Illuminati, the Brotherhood, and the Skull and Bones Society—"

"In the end, aren't they all the same kind of things?"

Ni Yongxiao gave him a deep look, his tone carrying a profound meaning: "Mr. He is indeed Mr. He; he knows far too much."

His own younger brother, Chen Yongren, worked under He Chu, and he also took the opportunity to thoroughly investigate He Chu's background.

As far as he knew, Ho Chu had never stepped out of Hong Kong Island, yet his insight into some secret matters far exceeded what ordinary people could imagine.

Back then, there was no internet. If you wanted to understand the outside world, you either had to rely on newspapers and magazines or go out and see for yourself.

He simply couldn't understand how He Chu had become so knowledgeable.

It was one thing that He Chu was knowledgeable, but what surprised him even more was He Chu's way of dealing with people and his sophistication in handling matters. His every move seemed to be that of a seasoned veteran.

But in reality? He Chu and his younger brother are about the same age!

He Chu smiled and asked in return, "Mr. Ni, what are your plans for inviting me for tea today?"

Ni Yongxiao tentatively asked, "That Golden Club seems to be quite prestigious. Is it possible for me to get involved?"

He Chu didn't beat around the bush and said directly, "It's a black network disguised in a glamorous guise, doing all sorts of shady dealings. Their methods are clean and efficient, making them extremely difficult to trace."

"If it weren't for a case that brought them to light, I probably wouldn't have even noticed their existence years later."

"If we follow the normal procedures, we won't even get a scratch on their heads."

"What a pity—"

Ni Yongxiao immediately pressed, "What's a pity?"

He Chu shrugged, his tone calm yet undeniable: "Unfortunately, they ran into me."

Ni Yongxiao was shocked and immediately made up his mind: he must not set foot in that place.

Even He Chu has his eye on them, how can they possibly have a good ending? He had studied that list before, and the names on it were more frightening than the last, sending chills down his spine.

How can an ordinary policeman possibly fight against this group of deeply entrenched big shots?

But he trusted Ho Chu—a ruthless man who dared to storm into the ICAC and handcuff Commissioner Lo.

Now that he's made up his mind, no matter how many powerful backers the other party has, he'll probably be doomed.

The captain of the West Kowloon Regional Crime Unit may not hold a high-ranking position, but he wields real power on the front lines. When it comes to actually getting things done, his influence far exceeds what his official rank suggests.

He Chu took a sip of tea and asked casually, "Mr. Ni didn't invite me here just for this, did he?"

Ni Yongxiao's face darkened, and his voice was low and hoarse: "Huang Zhicheng has joined Han Chen's side and is now Han Chen's most capable henchman."

Upon hearing this, He Chu's expression faltered slightly.

Ni Yongxiao gritted his teeth: "Those two bastards who killed my father back then are now both swarming around Han Chen."

"Mr. He, do you think I should do something?"

He Chu had promised Huang Zhicheng that he would never personally reveal to Ni Yongxiao that he had instigated Mary to take action against Ni Kun.

And he did indeed keep his promise.

But the news ultimately came from Chen Yongren's mouth—between brothers, what can't they say? He Chu had no right to stop him.

He naturally understood what Ni Yongxiao meant by "doing something"—it was nothing more than taking action against Han Chen.

He Chu said solemnly, "Ni Sheng, if you want to walk with dignity, you can't get your hands dirty."

"Once you get it, you can never wash it off completely."

Even if someone appears successful on the surface, they will always have a scar in their heart.

It will do you nothing but harm in the future.

"Although Ni Kun is not a good person, he has been genuinely kind to you and your siblings."

Even Ah Ren, he didn't force him to follow his old path.

"If you now try to use someone else to do your dirty work, wouldn't you be betraying his good intentions?"

Ni Yongxiao's eyes reddened, his anger barely contained: "But I can't swallow this!"

He Chu nodded gently: "The fact that you can't swallow it shows that you have feelings and cherish family ties."

"People like this are worth befriending."

He paused, then suddenly changed the subject: "How about this—lend me a few of your men."

Ni Yongxiao was taken aback: "Borrow? What do you mean?"

He Chu said calmly, "Those five people have done all sorts of bad things; they are nothing but parasites on society."

"Living is nothing more than wasting food and air."

"Why don't I set a trap for them?"

"Consider it paving the way for your future 'turnaround,' adding fuel to the fire."

Ni Yongxiao's eyes suddenly lit up: "What do you want me to do?"

He Chu handed over a slip of paper with a number written on it: "This is the phone number of Luo Zhiming, the new leader of Xinliansheng."

"He recently wanted to sell off a batch of counterfeit goods."

Ni Yongxiao almost lost his voice: "You want me to take on this kind of business for you? Or buy drugs from him?"

He stopped abruptly as soon as he spoke, his pupils contracting as he suddenly understood.

"Is this guy, like you, one of your informants?"

Ni Yongxiao stared at He Chu, his heart skipping a beat.

He knew He Chu had connections, but he hadn't expected them to be this extensive.

Sun Luen Shing is no ordinary triad; it's one of the top five most powerful gangs in Hong Kong.

His brothers alone number over 50,000!

In terms of power, connections, and foundation, the Ni family is not necessarily superior.

At this moment, he felt even more confident about his collaboration with He Chu.

His tone tightened slightly: "What should I do next?"

He Chu said slowly and deliberately, "Han Chen is the key figure in your Ni family's laundering of assets."

"Don't move this person for now."

"As for the remaining four—Gandhi, Guoliang, Black Ghost, and Wenzheng—just pick one you don't like and dump the business on him."

Ni Yongxiao's eyes flickered: "So, according to you, this is a scheme to use someone else to do the dirty work? To set up a trap on the surface while secretly stealing the goods?"

He Chu smiled gently: "That's right."

"But don't get the wrong target. It's not that Xinliansheng is swallowing its own people; it's that the person backing them up is desperately short of money."

"So I gave Luo Zhiming a suggestion."

"One truckload of goods, two payments."

Ni Yongxiao raised an eyebrow: "How exactly do I get there?"

He Chu leaned back in his chair: "It's very simple."

When Luo Zhiming met with the buyers, the foreigners from the political department would show up on time and catch them red-handed.

"Foreigners are after profit; you can get them out by paying a small price."

"For money, they'd even dare to rip a hole in the sky."

"Once things calm down, Luo Zhiming will privately resume delivering the goods to you."

"The price this time was fair, down 10% to 15% from the first transaction, and the deal was completed as scheduled."

Ni Yongxiao pondered for a moment, adjusted his glasses, and said, "So, there's quite a bit of room for maneuver in the middle?"

He Chu laughed: "Do whatever you want, as long as we stick to our previous agreement—the Ni family must follow the right path."

"Don't touch drugs, or I won't hesitate to make things difficult for you."

Ni Yongxiao's expression calmed down: "If it weren't for seeking justice for my father, I would never have come back to get involved in this mess."

He Chu nodded: "Okay, that's enough."

There are plenty of ways to make money; there's no need to take a desperate path.

Ni Yongxiao sighed softly, "If I had my father's ability to manipulate the stock market back then, I wouldn't have had to go through all this trouble."

He had heard Chen Yongren mention that Group C had a stock fund, in which only one-third of their salaries were invested, and He Chu was in charge of managing it.

In just a few months, he earned tens of millions of yuan in cash.

He offered his congratulations verbally, but secretly he was itching to do the same.

This is an investment, it's practically turning lead into gold.

He Chu had already stood up to leave, but upon hearing this, he suddenly stopped: "Mr. Ni, are you interested in lending a hand in the stock market?"

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Ni Yongxiao bluntly stated, "In Hong Kong, who doesn't trade stocks a few times?"

"It's a pity I don't have your eyes."

He Chu seized the opportunity and said, "Perfect timing! I've got my eye on an opportunity right now, how about we give it a shot?"

"But let me make it clear beforehand, I'll take half the profits."

Ni Yongxiao's eyes lit up instantly: "Is this really true?" "Count me in!" "Fifty million in cash, is that enough?"

He Chu was slightly taken aback: "Fifty million?"

Ni Yongxiao smiled wryly: "Don't think it's too little. This is all the clean funds I can mobilize right now. The account can withstand public scrutiny."

"There are more donburi in the black tent, but I guess you won't touch them."

He Chu slammed his hand on the table: "Alright! Fifty million, it's settled then."

He quickly wrote down an account number and handed it to Ni Yongxiao: "The money will be deposited into the account within two days. No waiting after that."

Ni Yongxiao gripped the note tightly and patted his chest to assure him, "Don't worry, the transfer will be very fast."

Before leaving, He Chu added, "I'll take 50% of the profits."

Ni Yongxiao laughed heartily: "No problem!"

He Chu clapped his hands: "Alright, we've been out for so long, it's time to go back and rest."

Ni Yongxiao personally escorted him to the door, clutching the note in his hand, his palms slightly sweaty.

My heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was going to burst out of my chest.

Chen Yongren's words echoed in his mind countless times: how miraculous He Chu's fund was, and how ruthless the returns were.

He had been envious for a long time.

He had wanted to get involved for a while, but after inquiring, he found out that it was a pool only for police officers in the detention department, and it wasn't his turn.

Now I've finally got my ticket.

Forget about the Golden Club.

That wretched place has been under He Sir's watchful eye for a long time, how many more days can it keep jumping around?

Anyway, Ni Yongxiao didn't believe it would have a peaceful end.

He returned home happily, thinking to himself: "The first thing I'll do when the bank opens tomorrow is to take Jing Shi out!"

The rest is just a matter of putting on a good show for certain people.

Senior Superintendent Richard of the Immigration Department was immediately enraged.

He made a phone call and summoned Luo Zhiming to the construction site where A Tian had died.

Someone had just died here, which is considered unlucky according to feng shui, but he didn't care about that at all.

"Luo Zhiming, if you want to join the Golden Club, you have to complete the tasks assigned by the organization in the shortest possible time."

"Otherwise, let alone joining the club, you and the entire Xinliansheng will not be able to withstand the club's backlash."

Richard raised his voice to the top: "You should know the club's importance! If this delays business, even ten New United wouldn't be enough to fill this hole!"

The muscles in his face were taut, almost deformed.

Luo Zhiming remained calm: "Why are you yelling so loudly? I'm not deaf."

"If Sir Lee can't even scrape together this much funding, the mission won't be completed. Then this club might not be as powerful as the rumors suggest." He smirked, his eyes filled with sarcasm, staring directly at Richard. "Your attitude only proves one thing—"

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"You're bluffing."

"I'm not a member of your club. It's not my place to take the blame for the tasks assigned by the organization."

He stepped forward, stopping in front of Richard, his gaze looking down at him: "You need to understand one thing."

"It's not me begging you now, it's you who need me."

"Our island is a cooperative relationship; no one owes anyone anything."

"Making donburi? That's just ridiculous."

"It's not as complicated as you think."

"For me, raising funds is a piece of cake."

"As long as you agree to my terms, the donburi will be in your account within two days!"

Richard nearly choked on his breath.

He finally realized that Luo Zhiming was not comparable to those people before.

He had worked with Lin Yaochang and also dealt with Ah Tian. Lin Yaochang had a bottom line but was easy to talk to; Ah Tian seemed arrogant but was actually only interested in making money and was not difficult to manipulate.

But Luo Zhiming is different.

This guy was able to kill Ah Tian and take his place, and he could force me to sign a humiliating treaty. His cunning and methods are beyond the reach of ordinary people.

Richard's chest heaved violently; he was so angry he couldn't speak.

Luo Zhiming looked at him calmly and said, "Next time we need to talk, we can do it over the phone. Don't waste my time."

"Xinliansheng has a large operation and a lot of things to do, you know that."

"Oh right, you really don't understand."

"How could you possibly know what it's like to have 50,000 brothers under your command?"

"You've probably only ever commanded a few numbered men."

Richard sneered inwardly: If I could really mobilize five men, I would have been a police superintendent long ago. Why would I be wasting my time here with you?

He suddenly realized that repeatedly using the same tactics he used on Wu Atian to pressure Luo Zhiming was simply asking for trouble.

This person isn't buying it at all.

Richard was furious but helpless.

Who would dare to openly defy the organization's orders?

But then this one anomaly appeared.

He took a deep breath, his chest heaving, feeling so suffocated he felt like he was about to explode.

After glaring for a long time, he finally softened: "Luo, you should also understand that if you want to enter the Golden Club, you have to show value."

"There are no idle people inside."

"Each member has an irreplaceable role."

"If you don't demonstrate your abilities, even if I speak up for you, others won't be convinced."

Upon hearing this, Luo Zhiming nodded: "Wouldn't it have been better to say that earlier?"

"If you had explained it clearly earlier, I would have prepared the funds long ago."

Of course, that's pure nonsense.

The actual situation was completely the opposite, but unfortunately Richard was so angry that he didn't realize what was happening.

Richard felt a wave of sorrow wash over him.

In this contest, the one who bows down first is destined to be the loser.

He suppressed his anger, his tone finally softening: "So what are your plans?"

Luo Zhiming smiled and put his hand on his shoulder, a gesture that was intimate yet brooked no refusal.

Richard instinctively tried to dodge, but was held down by an irresistible force, making him feel extremely uncomfortable.

He felt extremely disgusted by this feeling of being forced to get closer, but he couldn't warm it up to him.

"Usually, I would hand over the goods to the brothers of Xinliansheng to distribute and resell."

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"But that would be too slow in recovering funds."

"It could take a month if things go smoothly, but it could take up to six months if things go slowly."

Richard blurted out, "No! Time Island has been here too long!"

Luo Zhiming nodded seriously: "You're right, it's too slow."

"So we need to change our approach."

Richard looked at him suspiciously: "What kind of approach?"

Luo Zhiming smiled faintly: "We do wholesale."

Richard was furious: "How many wells can you earn doing wholesale?"

Even if you want to increase sales volume, do you have downstream customers?

Luo Zhiming chuckled twice, "Isn't this exactly where you need to rely on me?"

Listen carefully.

"When it comes to familiarity with both the legitimate and underworld aspects of Hong Kong, you can't even come close to me."

"In terms of having a wide network of connections and many friends, you're far behind."

"I've already found an excellent buyer. If I hand over this batch of goods to him, I can be sure of making a profit."

Richard frowned: "Selling it to him would indeed bring in quick money, but the price is too low, so we'll have to lose some money."

Luo Zhiming was taken aback: "Losing money? We shouldn't be raking in big amounts!"

Richard exclaimed in surprise, "You're not planning to sell the flour to wholesalers at a discounted price, are you?"

Luo Zhiming waved his hand: "How could that be!"

Richard retorted irritably, "Then what you're saying is just empty talk, isn't it?"

Luo Zhiming still smiled, "Of course I can't manage the Emperor alone."

"But you're still here, aren't you?" Richard was even angrier. "If I show my face, who would dare do business with you? They'd all run away as fast as they could!"

Luo Zhiming simply looked at him quietly, a hint of mockery in his eyes.

Richard felt uneasy under her gaze, and suddenly a thought struck him, causing him to blurt out, "You're not suggesting I rob you during your transaction, are you?"

Luo Zhiming chuckled, "Aren't you always making money off others? Shouldn't you be an expert at this kind of thing?"

Richard completely ignored his sarcasm, becoming increasingly excited as he thought about it, and slapped his thigh: "That's a brilliant idea!"

"You discuss business in front, while I quietly close the net behind you."

"If a shipment goes out and is washed several times, it can completely clean up the wells of these smugglers on Hong Kong Island."

"Amazing! Absolutely amazing!"

Luo Zhiming took two steps back and stared at him as if he were a madman: "If you're going to die, don't drag me down with you."

"If either the buyer or seller suffers a loss once in a while, it can be attributed to bad luck."

After being raided several times in a row, even a fool would know that Nakajima was up to no good.

"You really want to get into the cement box? I can make that happen right now!"

A bucket of ice water was poured over his head, and Richard was deflated: "Then what do you suggest we do?"

Luo Zhiming said casually, "Let's sell it again."

This time I'll give them a 5% discount.

"Once the goods are successfully sold, won't the profits be less than those from your crooked schemes?"

Richard stared at him, wide-eyed. "You're frighteningly cunning!"

Luo Zhiming threw his head back and laughed loudly!

The Ni family.

It was a rare occasion for Ni Yongxiao to gather all five of his generals together.

"How's business lately?"

Gandhi, considering himself the most senior, immediately complained, "Things are in complete chaos over there; we've been out of supplies for a while now."

"The Hong Kong police have been acting like crazy lately, conducting drug checks every day."

"If we don't get some more stock, we'll all be starving and eating dirt."

Sui Zheng smiled wryly and replied, "Brother Gandhi, you're the boss. If you can't even afford to eat, we'd all starve to death long ago."

The black man's eyes darted around, and he tentatively asked, "Mr. Ni, do you have connections?"

Ni Yongxiao said calmly, "I do have some connections and can temporarily procure a batch of goods to tide me over."

The five men immediately perked up.

Gandhi was just venting his frustrations; he didn't really expect anyone to be able to solve the problem.

After all, Ni Yongxiao doesn't usually get involved in business finances; as long as the monthly figures arrive, he doesn't concern himself with anything else.

As time went on on the island, a sense of disdain inevitably arose in the hearts of the group.

No one expected that, at the crucial moment, he would actually be able to pull out the goods.

Ni Yongxiao hesitated for a moment: "The anti-drug team is keeping too close an eye on us. It's too dangerous to distribute the goods among the five of you."

"How about this—you all elect one person to take over the work, and then you can split the costs privately later."

Gandhi immediately objected: "We're almost out of food, we can't even take care of ourselves, how can we have the energy to share with others?"

Guoliang said with a dark face, "You're the strongest of the five. If even you're running out of food, then the four of us would have been dead long ago, wouldn't we?"

"How about you keep going, and the four of us split this batch of goods?"

Gandhi jumped up and said, "No!"

Guoliang sneered: "What's wrong with that?"

The black man immediately chimed in, "You think your family can beat the four of us working together?"

Gandhi was immediately rendered speechless.

That's right, he's the toughest of the Five Tigers.

But if these four people join forces, their power will double, and if they really make a move, he will be unable to withstand it alone.

Unless he's suicidal, he would never dare to openly oppose the four great families.

Ni Yongxiao said calmly, "The goods haven't even arrived yet, and you're already so impatient?"

Outsiders would think you've made so much money you're practically rolling in it.

"They're all people who've made it in the underworld, why are they so impatient?"

Upon hearing this, the group immediately looked embarrassed and lowered their heads.

Han Chen tentatively asked, "Mr. Ni, how much is in this batch of goods?"

The other four immediately pricked up their ears and held their breath.

Ni Yongxiao smiled and said, "Han Chen knows how to be tactful and asked the right question."

"This batch of goods was transferred from Xinliansheng."

They plan to transform their business and stop dealing with flour.

"Two batches in total, with a market value of 50 million Hong Kong dollars."

However, since this is our first collaboration and we're not familiar with each other, we'll start with half—two thousand five hundred thousand, gradually increasing to ten thousand.

The five men's eyes lit up instantly, their gazes revealing an undisguised greed.

Goods priced at two thousand five hundred thousand or ten thousand are like a piece of juicy meat at this critical juncture.

Recently, the police have been cracking down hard, launching one anti-drug operation after another, and many of their associates have fallen victim to these crimes.

Unbeknownst to them, Richard was frantically sourcing goods in order to complete the task assigned by Sir Lee;

They were even less aware that Richard was secretly orchestrating all of this.

The most pressing issue right now is the shortage of goods on the market.

For these big-time dealers, they can still hold on.

He's been selling goods all year round without consuming flour, and he's quite wealthy. Even if he retires from the business, he'll have enough to live lavishly for the rest of his life.

But those small retailers at the bottom are in a terrible situation.

They directly face the people who crave noodles; running out of stock is tantamount to cutting off their source of income.

Some addicts, unable to find their drugs, went directly to the shop owner's shop to cause trouble, resulting in the shop owner being arrested and taken to the police station.

The consequences were predictable.

But these five people didn't care about the lives or deaths of these minor characters at all.

They only care about how many times the value of these two thousand five hundred thousand units can be multiplied, and how much profit they can make.

Putting everything else aside, the profits alone can roll over to tens of millions.

Gandhi immediately exclaimed, "No matter what, I must get involved in this!"

Guoliang sneered, "You're always trying to grab every advantage? Is there such a thing as a free lunch?"

The black man chimed in, "Gandhi, you have the most power, so give way this time."

"We'll split it equally among the four of us. If we don't eat a bite soon, we'll really starve to death."

Gandhi was not about to give up and immediately turned hostile.

On the island, several people were arguing and the situation almost got out of control.

Ni Yongxiao coughed lightly, and everyone immediately quieted down.

"This first batch is just a trial run; we're still unsure about its quality," he said slowly. "Are you only focusing on this one batch?"

Han Chen smiled and replied, "Ah Xiao, Xinliansheng's products have always had a good reputation."

"Ah Tian used to be the one supplying goods to Peng's group, but I heard he's quit recently?"

"If it really was them who sold this batch of goods, then Ah Tian probably broke the gang rules and was dealt with."

"I trust the reputation of New Union."

Upon hearing this, everyone else nodded in agreement.

Ni Yongxiao then spoke up: "I have a proposal—two batches of goods, the first batch to be divided among four companies, and the second batch to be kept by one company."

"Who wants a second batch?"

Han Chenqian raised his hand without hesitation: "I'm willing to give it a try."

But when he looked around, he found that the other four people were looking at him as if he were a fool, and he was the only one who raised his hand.

Gandhi sneered, speaking for everyone: "It would be good to take it all for yourself, but in our line of work, we never know what tomorrow will bring."

"Making the most of your money while you're alive is better than anything else."

Guoliang and the others nodded in agreement.

Han Chen looked helplessly at Ni Yongxiao, who gently patted his shoulder, signaling him to be quiet.

Ni Yongxiao watched the struggle quietly, and the final result was a foregone conclusion—Gandhi won.

Without Han Chen's support, even if the other three families joined forces, they would not be able to suppress Gandhi's power.

So Ni Yongxiao announced: "The first batch will belong to Gandhi."

"Just contact Luo Zhiming and mention my name."

"You can discuss the details of the transaction yourselves; we won't interfere."

Gandhi left with a beaming smile.

Guoliang, Heigui, Suizheng, and the others gritted their teeth, but there was nothing they could do, so they could only leave their seats in a huff.

Han Chen was about to leave in his last public capacity when Ni Yongxiao called him back: "Chen, I'm planning to get back on the right path."

"I want to hand over the Ni family business to you."

Han Chen was taken aback: "Ah Xiao, what did you say? Why?"

Ni Yongxiao's expression was complicated.

He knew that Han Chen was loyal to him and his father.

However, Huang Zhicheng's instigation of Mary to send people to kill Ni Kun ultimately became a thorn in his side.

"You know my heart isn't here."

"I came back to take over the job only to find out the truth behind my father's death."

"Investigating a case can take its time, but delaying the family business is unfair."

"Of the five of you, you are the most reliable."

"Therefore, I want to entrust my family business to you."

Gandhi stormed into Ni Yongxiao's office, his face grim: "Xiao, Xinliansheng has ruined me!"

"The transaction was stopped by the foreigners on the spot!"

"My donburi is all ruined!"

"They need to be made to pay a proper compensation!"

Ni Yongxiao looked up at him as if he were looking at an ignorant child: "You want Xinliansheng to compensate you?"

"Yang what?"

Gandhi's face flushed red: "I've never had any problems working with other people, but this is the first time I've ever worked with them and it's all gone wrong!"

"Are you expecting me to just accept my loss if you don't compensate me?"

Han Chen frowned as he listened, inwardly cursing, "Is this guy out of his mind?" Ni Yongxiao, however, remained calm, taking a sip of the Guan Gong tea.