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

Chapter 53 Suppressing Opposition to Reshape the Jianghu, Xinliansheng's Reorganization Breaks the Deadlock

"Who would dare to go out alone in broad daylight?"

If you have any, please raise your hand.

Nobody moved.

"We've all come this far, and we all know some things by heart."

"Of the hundred people who venture out into the world, all one hundred die in the first year—all of them are hacked to death."

"The second year, the discount is thirty times."

"Fifteen years left in the third year."

"Only five remained in the fourth year."

"In the next ten years or so, another ten will fall."

"Ask yourselves honestly, how many of those brothers who went into battle with you back then are still alive?"

Luo Zhiming's sharp gaze swept over everyone, and they all lowered their heads and remained silent.

Uncle Gao sighed and spoke the truth: "Isn't that how this business is? It's all about the winner and the loser, with corpses paving the way."

Luo Zhiming nodded: "Yes, one general's success is built on the bones of ten thousand."

"But the problem is that we might just be one of those bones in that pile."

"I never dare to walk alone when I go out."

"If Ka-Kui isn't by my side, I won't step out the door even once."

"Why? Because I'm scared!"

"I'm the head of Xinliansheng, but who knows how many lackeys are waiting to chop off my head for my reputation?"

"What if you can't find me?"

He turned his gaze to Fei Dong and said, word by word, "Killing you will also bring me fame."

Fei Dong's face instantly turned ashen.

He knew that everything Luo Zhiming said was true.

Sun Luen Shing is a top-tier triad in Hong Kong Island, so the status of its leaders naturally rose accordingly.

Even if Fei Dong himself is mediocre, the title of "Hall Master" is enough to make some people take risks.

As long as I kill him, I can make a name for myself in the martial arts world—that's enough!

Suddenly, Luo Zhiming changed the subject: "Who here wants their son to follow this path in the future?"

"Those who want their children to take over, raise your hands."

Silence fell, and no one answered.

Luo Zhiming looked around at everyone and said in a deep voice, "We've already reached the top of the underworld."

"Even so, no one wants their child to follow in our footsteps."

Why?

"Because you never know when you might lose your life."

"You can't walk openly on the street, you can't use a bank account, and you can't travel abroad as you please."

"People will immediately avoid you when they hear what you do," "He's a gangster!"

"Our children have to grow up with people pointing fingers and gossiping about them."

Why?

"Because we are a criminal organization."

He paused, then gave another example: "The Ni family in Tsim Sha Tsui, everyone knows what they do, right?"

"Ni Kun is also a well-known figure in the underworld."

"He was unwilling from the bottom of his heart to let his children take over the family business."

"Three children,"

"The eldest son became a doctor, the second son married into a high-ranking official's family, and the youngest son works as an accountant at a well-known investment bank overseas."

Why?

"We all know how dangerous this road is."

"How can we just stand by and watch the next generation get involved in this mess?"

"If you count all of Hong Kong Island, how many families actually pass their business down to their children?"

"Isn't that the logic?"

Everyone present nodded in agreement, and no one uttered a word of objection.

What Luo Zhiming said was all true; the truth is the most poignant and hurtful thing.

Fei Dong gave a wry smile: "If we don't work in the underworld, what else can people like us do?"

Luo Zhiming stood up abruptly, his voice booming, "I want to change! To change completely!"

"From now on, Xinliansheng must register a proper company."

"All the business of the branches below will be categorized and incorporated into the company system."

"All those above the rank of Hall Master, including veteran members, will be included in the Board of Directors."

"Major and minor matters shall be decided by a vote of the board of directors."

"The chairman, who was formerly the leader, retains a veto power."

Fei Dong was stunned: "But didn't we always say we were a company?"

Luo Zhiming sneered: "We call ourselves a company, but do outsiders believe it? We may make a lot of noise, but deep down we're still a gangster."

"What I need to do now is build a truly competitive and reputable company!"

These words caused an uproar in the room.

Fei Dong scoffed, "We're just a bunch of ordinary people. We should just stick to our own territory. Why would we want to run a business like others?"

"Does wearing a suit and walking into an office building automatically make you a white-collar worker?"

Luo Zhiming's face darkened, and he growled, "Brilliance!"

boom--!

Huihuang took a step forward and kicked Feidong to the ground.

He spat and gritted his teeth, saying, "I've put up with you for a long time."

"This is a sacred ancestral temple; what you said is extremely taboo."

"If you don't want to turn your life around, fine, but don't block others from wanting a peaceful life!"

Fei Dong scrambled to his feet, about to unleash his fury, when he saw that the bigwigs on both sides of the long table were all looking displeased, their eyes like knives.

What chilled him to the bone was that even Uncle Dong, who had always protected him, looked at him with a distant gaze—an undisguised look of disgust!

He immediately deflated, knelt back down with a humiliated expression, and bowed his head to admit his mistake: "Boss, I was wrong."

He readily bowed his head and gave in.

Face? In this room, our lives are in other people's hands, what does face matter?

Luo Zhiming said coldly, "I am not a person who makes decisions arbitrarily. If you have ideas, you can propose solutions."

"But don't make things unpleasant for everyone just to argue."

Fei Dong obediently shut up, not daring to utter another word.

Luo Zhiming pointed at him, his tone becoming increasingly sharp: "In the past, our so-called status relied on the backing of our bosses."

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"Those venues don't belong to us; they're just places they've given us to look after."

"Give us a little money every month for our hard work, and we'll be considered the big bosses who watch the place."

"Sounds pretty glamorous, doesn't it?"

Fei Dong was about to nod when he suddenly realized something was wrong. He abruptly stopped himself from doing so, his face turning red with embarrassment.

Luo Zhiming scoffed: "If anyone in the arena makes a move, we'll have to rush in and settle things."

"What if you actually get injured in a fight?"

Will the boss pay for the medical expenses?

Everyone shook their heads.

Are you kidding me? The boss hired you because of your ruthlessness and reputation.

You got beaten up? That's because you're not skilled enough.

They might even blame you for ruining the business atmosphere.

Want to get a viewing fee? Dream on!

Luo Zhiming stared at each of them and asked, word by word, "Do you think this kind of 'gangster boss' is respectable?"

"I don't feel that way, I just feel ashamed."

"What's the difference between this and the security guards standing at the gate?"

"No!"

"Worse than a security guard!"

"When a security guard is injured on duty, the company has to compensate him for his work-related injury and he can also take paid leave."

"What about us?"

Fei Dong felt a tightness in his chest and almost vomited blood.

A few words uttered nothing but the identity he had been so proud of for so many years.

So these so-called "gatekeepers" are not even as good as regular employees?

He wanted to refute it, but the more he thought about it, the more he realized that, damn it, it really was true.

Lose your face!

Luo Zhiming surveyed the room, his voice cold and stern: "I want to restructure the company. Who objects? Who agrees?"

No one answered.

Who dares to object? Luo Zhiming has already torn the old glory to shreds; who would dare to take on this hot potato?

Jin Ye slowly spoke: "Ah Luo, you're right."

"But with 50,000 brothers, where are we going to find enough legitimate businesses to house them?"

Everyone tensed up and turned to look at Luo Zhiming.

Mr. Jin's question got to the heart of the matter.

Reorganization is easy, but settling people down is difficult.

The livelihoods of 50,000 people cannot be resolved with just a few words.

Luo Zhiming got straight to the point: "That's exactly why I called this meeting."

"I have prepared three directions."

"First, all the businesses under our organization, such as ice cream parlors, mahjong parlors, entertainment halls, convenience stores, and newsstands, are all under the unified management of the company."

"We will renovate and reorganize the business, and adopt a chain model, with headquarters providing unified training for employees and coordinating operations."

"Each branch receives a share of the profits based on the number of units under its jurisdiction."

"From now on, you will no longer be in the same old gangster roles, but will be part of the company's management team."

Mr. Jin frowned: "Will the Hong Kong government accept this? Will this operation even work?"

Luo Zhiming smiled and said, "Of course we'll hire professionals to handle it. To put it bluntly, it's about paying for compliance."

This expense cannot be avoided.

"It's like how we used to collect fees from merchants on our own turf," but now it's being handed over to the government in a different place—it's called compliance costs.

"Hand over the money, get the cards back, and you'll have legal status."

"Anyone who wants to stop you has to see if they have the right to do so."

Jin nodded slowly after hearing this, and did not ask any more questions.

Uncle Gao raised a question: "But we're afraid our own properties might not be able to accommodate so many people, right?"

Luo Zhiming was prepared: "This is precisely the second point I want to make."

"Each branch has accumulated some savings over the years."

According to Xinliansheng's old rules, 30% of the income is handed over each month, and the remaining 70% is in your own hands.

My current requirement is—

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"Buy as much property as possible within the church's jurisdiction."

"No matter what type of property it is, whether it's a shop or a factory, it's all future assets."

"It's the capital for dividends."

"You all must keep this in mind."

"Don't wait until the future when you get dividends and others get more; it won't do you any good if you're envious."

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"The company values ​​rules and fairness."

"If you don't agree with this transformation, that's fine, you can choose not to do anything."

"But if something goes wrong, don't expect the company to step in."

"If you don't take on obligations, you can't expect to enjoy rights."

Uncle Gao nodded silently, without any objection.

He understood that there is no such thing as wealth and honor without effort.

You think you can reap the benefits without sowing? No way!

Luo Zhiming continued, "Now that it's a company, all members will be paid according to their positions, and the company will also provide them with insurance."

Upon hearing this, Fei Dong immediately jumped out: "Buying insurance for my little brother? That's inappropriate!"

"You can't spoil your little brother. If you feed him too much, who will listen to you?"

Before the words had even finished—

boom!

Fei Dong was kicked to the ground again.

This time, it wasn't Huihuang who made the move, but his own boss, Uncle Gao.

Uncle Gao was furious and kicked him hard in the waist.

Fei Dong collapsed to the ground in a sorry state, almost bursting into tears.

This time, I've really lost all face.

Uncle Gao, his face full of shame, cupped his hands and said to everyone, "Please forgive my rudeness. It is my fault for not disciplining him properly, which is why he has made such a fool of himself."

Fei Dong felt even more wronged:

What's wrong? Aren't you just a tool? How can you treat me like a human being?

Luo Zhiming sighed, "Fei Dong, no wonder your men often go hungry while following you."

"Do you know where your status comes from?"

"From the company."

"Then do you know where the company's power comes from?"

"Fifty thousand underlings willing to risk their lives for you!"

You're saying they're dogs?

"If word gets out, all your men will desert you tomorrow, not a single one will be left!"

"By then you'll be nothing, and you won't even have anyone to talk to."

"What can you do without these people?"

Fei Dong's face turned deathly pale, and he was sweating profusely.

"I don't consider this kind of person to be a fellow disciple."

Fei Dong scrambled to his feet and kowtowed, "Boss, I was wrong! I really know I was wrong!"

Uncle Gao felt a surge of annoyance and cursed inwardly: How could I have accepted such a good-for-nothing?

He couldn't help but glance at Jin Ye, his eyes filled with envy.

The people that Master Jin trained included Lin Yaochang, Luo Zhiming, and He Jiaju; each of them was capable of handling things on their own.

This lineage is now the core strength of Xinliansheng.

Looking at ourselves, Feidong is utterly hopeless.

Not only could he not hold his own, he also repeatedly embarrassed himself.

Uncle Gao wished he had never considered taking on a disciple.

But times have changed.

He has stepped down from the spotlight and will have to rely on Fei Dong to maintain his influence.

At this moment, the frustration in my heart is truly indescribable.

How well retired elders in a community are doing depends largely on the influence of their protégés within the organization.

Companies like Xinliansheng are at least somewhat humane, at least on the surface.

But the situation was much worse for the prosperous lard seller; he didn't even have anyone to talk to.

Uncle Gao sighed: "Ah Luo, I will discipline Fei Dong properly from now on, but don't tell anyone else about this."

Luo Zhiming nodded slightly: "You are a senior figure and a director of the company, so of course I have to give you this much face."

He paused, then added, "Uncle Gao, our success in this game is all thanks to the brothers below us. Don't treat them too badly."

Uncle Gao was immediately displeased: "If I really exploited my brothers like he does, how could he have climbed to the position of hall master?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he glanced around and noticed that the eyes of the elders around him held an indescribable sense of sympathy!

Uncle Gao almost couldn't catch his breath!

Even if the apprentice is useless, he was still raised by the master himself. To put it bluntly, Fei Dong is a spendthrift.

He felt a pang of bitterness in his heart.

Lin Yaochang asked in a low voice, "So, from now on, are we really cutting all ties with the gang?"

This question reflects the sentiments of everyone.

After all, they've been rooted in this land for decades, and it's hard for anyone to let go.

Luo Zhiming said firmly, "We want to go down the path of legitimate business. We have to give up the gangster path sooner or later."

"But it can't be completely removed all at once."

"Otherwise, what if other gangs take the opportunity to attack our people? What will we do then?"

Upon hearing this, Lin Yaochang felt reassured: "Ah Luo, you already have a plan?"

Luo Zhiming nodded: "The most capable fighter among us is Huihuang."

"He also joined the board of directors after the company was restructured."

"My idea is for him to select the best and brightest from all the employees and establish a security department."

"This is the transitional action team."

"They're specifically in charge of our security."

"They fight on the front lines, so their treatment is naturally higher than others."

No one objected after hearing it.

How can you expect someone to risk their life for you without giving them even a bite to eat?

The glory is even more satisfying.

He felt that Luo Zhiming understood him.

He enjoys this life of walking on the edge of a knife.

He may be reckless, but he's not stupid.

Luo Zhiming's move was well-planned: if the reorganization went smoothly, he would hold real power in security and also have a board member title; if the situation collapsed, he would still be able to turn things around by holding the strongest military force.

It can attack or defend, and it is positioned at the most critical juncture.

"Ah Luo does things so meticulously!" Huihuang admired him from the bottom of his heart.

Sure enough, Luo Zhiming continued, "After the company is established, there will definitely be a shortage of security personnel."

"Huihuang has the authority to mobilize thugs from various branches."

"Their mission is training and patrolling."

Fei Dong couldn't help but interject, "Patrol? What are the police for then?"

Luo Zhiming gave him a cold glance: "Since there are police around, what are you doing collecting protection money privately as the gang leader?"

Uncle Gao immediately turned hostile: "Fatty Dong! If you don't want to work here, get out!"

Fei Dong panicked immediately: "Boss, I was just asking casually—"

Uncle Gao was so disappointed in him that he really wanted to kick him.

Luo Zhiming stated firmly, "A security department must be established, and it must be controlled by our own people."

"We came from the underworld, and our enemies might not want to see us retire from crime."

"You must take control of your own life!"

Everyone echoed in agreement.

Jin leaned closer to Lin Yaochang and whispered, "No wonder you've always supported A Luo; his perspective is different from ours."

Luo Zhiming has always had clear goals, meticulous plans, and most importantly, he always keeps his word.

This is a truly capable person.

Jin Ye looked at him with eyes full of admiration.

Lin Yaochang responded softly, "If it weren't for me, he would have gotten away long ago."

"I'm the one who dragged him down."

Jin Ye understood what was behind this.

During the demolition of Causeway Bay years ago, a death occurred, including a little girl who was only four years old.

The matter escalated dramatically.

If no one steps forward to take the blame, the entire organization of New Union will collapse.

At the very least, Lin Yaochang cannot escape this calamity.

In the end, Luo Zhiming stepped forward, and the gang lost a lot of money, but he still served three years in prison.

Lin Yaochang kept this matter in his heart for the rest of his life.

Uncle Gao silently did some calculations, then frowned and said, "Ah Luo, I just did the math. Even with this arrangement, our properties can't accommodate 50,000 people."

"What should we do with the remaining brothers?"

"Disband?"

Luo Zhiming shook his head resolutely: "How can we just break up like that?"

"It's so hard to hire someone these days, and it's hard to retain people."

"But I have a way to settle them."

These words immediately piqued everyone's interest.

Uncle Gao squinted and asked meaningfully, "Oh? You actually have a place to arrange things?"

"Can you give us a heads-up?"

Luo Zhiming smiled and nodded: "You are all directors of the company, and I never hide anything from you when it comes to important matters."

"A few days ago, I used the club's funds to do a business deal."

"Now, the profit has been realized."

The group looked at each other in bewilderment—investing with the club's money?

This is a privilege reserved for leaders, and no one would question its legitimacy.

In fact, many former leaders took the opportunity to line their own pockets, and very few truly cared about the organization.

Not to mention the top leader, even the heads of the various branches, which one of them didn't reach out far and wide and make a fortune?

Everyone had gotten used to it, but then Fatty Dong jumped in to stir things up again: "You're using public funds to do business? Why didn't you give me a heads-up beforehand?!"

Luo Zhiming remained calm, turned to Uncle Gao, and asked in a relaxed tone, "What do you think should be done about this?"

Uncle Gao's heart had already turned cold.

This fat Dong is utterly useless; he's more trouble than he's worth.

He said coldly, "He offended the leader; how to deal with him is entirely up to you."

Uncle Gao is no pushover.

He had long seen that Luo Zhiming's restructuring plan was truly for the good of Xinliansheng.

The plan is clear and logical, with each step feasible, giving it a very high chance of success.

On the other hand, Pang Dong's foul mouth will inevitably get him into trouble sooner or later, and he will offend Luo Zhiming, Huihuang, or other tough characters.

I can't rely on this good-for-nothing for the rest of my life.

Only by attaching oneself to a stable community can one live a peaceful life and stay away from conflict.

If this reform goes smoothly, he can easily step back and enjoy a few days of peace and quiet.

With such a great opportunity, why would Pang Dong want to sabotage it?

This isn't about picking a fight with Luo Zhiming, it's about picking a fight with his Uncle Gao!

Luo Zhiming walked slowly to Pang Dong, his voice calm but undeniable: "I am the head of Xinliansheng. You have repeatedly provoked me."

"The first time, I'll assume you don't understand me, so be it."

"The second time, I tolerated it because we weren't familiar with each other yet."

"But what if you dare to push your luck a third time?"

"Then wouldn't my position as the dragon head be used as a stepping stone for others to trample on?"

Before the words were even finished, a scream rang out!

Luo Zhiming grabbed a fruit knife from the table and stabbed downwards with a sudden thrust—

The blade pierced through Fatty Dong's palm, pinning him to the table!

Blood trickled down the wood grain, causing him to scream in agony.

But when he looked up and around, he found that all the gazes he was receiving were cold and disgusted.

Luo Zhiming chuckled: "Since you're so opposed to the reorganization, then don't blame me for being ruthless—your name will no longer be in the plans."

Pang Dong's heart trembled violently; fear instantly overwhelmed the pain: "What do you want to do?!"

"I am the leader! You have no right to treat me like this!"

Luo Zhiming shrugged: "Then you're not anymore."

"What right do you have?!" Fatty Dong roared hysterically.

"Because I am the leader," Luo Zhiming said, looking around. "I propose that we remove Fei Dong from his position as head of the hall and have Uncle Gao select another capable person to succeed him."

For or against?

brush-

Everyone raised their hands in unison.

Even Uncle Gao raised his arm without hesitation.

Luo Zhiming's move saved his face while also providing him with tangible benefits, so how could he possibly object?

Uncle Qian stood up and said in a deep voice, "Unanimously approved."

"Brilliant, drag him off the table."

This is a meeting of the council members; he has no right to sit here.

Without saying a word, Huihuang pulled out a knife, causing Pang Dong to scream in agony like a pig being slaughtered.

At that moment, Uncle Gao coldly said, "From now on, you are no longer my disciple, nor are you a member of Xinliansheng."

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In short, it felt like falling into an ice cave.

This means that he has been completely removed from the underwater register, and from then on he is nameless and a lonely ghost.

"You—you're going to throw me into international waters?" Fatty Dong collapsed to the ground, his voice trembling.

He tried to struggle, but several ruthless henchmen rushed up and dragged him out the door like a dead dog.

The meeting room returned to silence.

It was eerily quiet.

It was so quiet you could hear someone breathing.

Everyone was stunned.

How many days has Luo Zhiming been in power?

It actually earned the gang a billion dollars in cash, plus several factories?

Not only does it provide a place for my brothers to settle down, it also solves their livelihood problems in one fell swoop?

real or fake?

Jin Ye couldn't help but ask, "Ah Luo, is that true?"

Luo Zhiming smiled faintly: "Bragging is tax-free, but in our gang, blatant lying comes at a price."

"I will stand by my word to the very end."

Jin Ye couldn't help but applaud and cheer, "Great! Those words carry weight!"

Lin Yaochang still hesitated: "Can this money be investigated? Can it really be used for our company's restructuring?"

Luo Zhiming said with certainty: "Every single detail is clear and compliant with regulations and laws."

The money will arrive tomorrow; the accounts are transparent, and no one needs to question them.

hiss-

Everyone gasped again.

Money obtained legally?

This is no simple matter!

Is one billion a lot or not?

Of course there are many!

Since its inception, Xinliansheng has accumulated more working capital over the decades than this one return has ever been possible.

This huge sum of money came solely from the returns on one of Luo Zhiming's investments.

Uncle Gao couldn't help but slam his hand on the table: "If A Luo makes any decision, I'll be the first to object!"

The room was filled with laughter, but the laughter was genuine.

They may not say it, but they're all thinking the same thing—

How can this be considered a leader?

It's clearly the God of Wealth descending to earth!

Luo Zhiming waved his hand and said with a faint smile, "It was just good luck that I stumbled upon an opportunity."

"A few days ago, an old friend contacted me and said he had a big project and asked if I would be willing to invest some."

"This friend is an old acquaintance of mine, someone with extraordinary abilities."

"I invested 20 million."

"As a result, they made a fortune."

hiss-

This time, almost everyone was getting restless.

Twenty million, exchanged for a billion?

A fifty-fold return!

Let alone those factories, just hearing these numbers is enough to get anyone's blood pumping.

Uncle Gao was extremely envious: "Ah Luo, could you introduce us to that expert? Let us see the world!"

Others chimed in, "Yes, yes, we really want to meet such a talented person."

Luo Zhiming shook his head, looking helpless: "It's not that I'm unwilling to make connections, but they only contact me directly and only ask me when they have a project."

"I wouldn't dare introduce someone like that to others so easily; I might offend them and suffer the consequences."

The crowd exchanged glances, their eyes filled with regret.

Which truly capable person doesn't have a temper?

Just like their capable underlings, aren't they all arrogant and conceited?

Luo Zhiming's caution was actually the right thing to do.

There might be times in the future when we need to rely on them.

Respecting a master is important, but the one I can contact right now is Luo Zhiming.

Praising A Luo is indirectly showing respect to the mastermind behind the scenes.

Everyone here understands this principle.

Luo Zhiming continued, "The factories we're going to take over next are not small-scale operations."

One of them is a water supply company.

"One of them is the largest sand quarry on Hong Kong Island."

"There's also a fishing company."

"The last one is an electrical appliance manufacturer."

"These four industries all require a large amount of manpower and resources to operate."

"They already had their own team, so our presence is a way to supplement their strength."

"However, these factories can support our brothers' resettlement without any problem."

"On the contrary, I'm worried that we won't have enough manpower."

hiss-

The crowd had lost count of how many times they had been shocked.

Uncle Gao's voice trembled with excitement: "We—are we really going to switch to legitimate business?"

"Ah Luo, your steps were perfectly timed!"

Jin chuckled and nodded: "The younger generation is truly formidable; each generation is stronger than the last."

"It's time for us old folks to retire and take a break."

Uncle Gao grinned from ear to ear: "Yes, yes, yes! We old folks can just relax and enjoy our retirement!" He turned to Luo Zhiming and said earnestly, "Luo, just go for it! If the sky falls, we old folks will hold it up!"

Luo Zhiming cupped his hands and smiled, "Thank you, Master Jin, thank you, Uncle Gao."

He was secretly delighted: It's done.

It really happened.

Within Xinliansheng, the most deeply rooted faction is Jin Ye's lineage.

Three consecutive generations of leaders have come from their lineage—if we don't count those who ran into trouble along the way, then it's undoubtedly three generations.

The accumulated wealth and influence of three generations have made the Jin family's power deeply entrenched and unmatched.

Of course, besides Master Jin, there are other veterans in the gang.

An organization cannot rely on just one leader; it must have the cooperation of all its branches to govern together.

Uncle Gao, besides Master Jin, is the most senior and prestigious one.

Now that even he has stood up to support Luo Zhiming, who can shake his position?

In fact, no one can touch him anymore.

Luo Zhiming continued, "Our foundation is in Xinliansheng, and Xinliansheng's confidence comes from the hardworking and dedicated brothers below us."

"Now that the company is being restructured, those guys are our employees."

"They are no longer 'underlings' who make a living on the streets, but workers who create value for us."

"The Feidong incident must never happen again."

Uncle Gao immediately replied, "Of course." He turned to his subordinate and instructed, "Ah Kui, spread the word about what Fei Dong did, so that everyone in the martial arts world knows."

Aquila bowed her head and replied, "Understood."

Jin Ye and Lin Yaochang exchanged a glance and sighed inwardly – ​​Uncle Gao's move was ruthless.

On the surface, it was support for Luo Zhiming, but in reality, it completely cut off Feidong's livelihood.

They established their authority and cleared the area.

This is hardly a statement.

This is killing the chicken to scare the monkey, killing two birds with one stone.

Fei Dong is a cold-blooded and ruthless man who doesn't care about his men at all.

Uncle Gao severed ties with him cleanly and decisively, thus preventing future troubles and avoiding internal strife.

Luo Zhiming knew perfectly well what was going on, but pretended not to understand Uncle Gao's intentions and went ahead with his own restructuring plan: "Tomorrow I will invite professionals from an accounting firm to come and give our company a comprehensive evaluation."

"At the same time, each branch should also begin to conduct thorough investigations and screenings."

"We aim to get all the necessary preparations underway within a week."

"To prepare for any unforeseen circumstances, starting tomorrow, Huihuang, you will be tasked with drawing capable personnel from various locations." His face darkened. "Until we complete the reorganization, Xinliansheng will remain one of the top five gangs in the martial arts world!"

"Anyone who thinks they can take advantage of us now will be shown what we're capable of!"

The crowd cheered in unison.

They made the right choice; this is the person who deserves to be the leader of Xinliansheng.

They never back down in the face of adversity and always protect the reputation of the organization.

This is what a true江湖人 (jianghu person) is like.

Huihuang grinned: "Don't worry, I will handle the matter you entrusted to me perfectly."

Luo Zhiming quickly waved his hand: "You can choose whoever you want, but Jiaju cannot be touched."

"He needs to stay by my side; I have a lot of things I need to entrust to him personally."

Huihuang curled his lip: "Ka-Kui was indeed a capable fighter, but—"

The words were on the tip of his tongue, but he swallowed them back.

However, the way people looked at Ho Ka-kui had subtly changed.

Luo Zhiming is clearly helping him rise to power.

He used to be Suanbao's number one subordinate. After Suanbao's unexpected death, Luo Zhiming immediately took Jiaju under his wing, clearly continuing to cultivate him.

If all goes well, Ho Ka-kui will likely be the next person in charge.

Uncle Gao still had some doubts: "If we really want to transform into a legitimate company, brute force alone won't work; brains are the key."

"Is it a bit too early for Ka-Kui to want to take over?"

"This kid has some skills, but compared to Luo Zhiming, he's still a step behind."

"If he really takes that position, can he keep the company afloat?"

"No, I have to speak up about this from now on."

"Which executive at a reputable company doesn't work until their sixties before retiring?"

As soon as He Chu entered the police station, Yang Jinrong immediately came over and said, "Brother Chu, something happened last night."

"The entire crew of the Golden Club we were watching committed suicide."

"High-ranking officials from two banks also jumped into the trap."

He Chu was taken aback: "Two? Wasn't there only one?"

Yang Jinrong's eyes widened: "Brother Chu, you know about this?"

He Chu said calmly, "I watched them fall from the building with my own eyes. They crashed and were mangled beyond recognition."

"But I only saw one bank employee."

"How come there's a second one?"

Yang Jinrong explained, "There are indeed two; the other one was danced at home."

"He jumped straight off Victoria Peak."

He Chu shrugged: "No wonder I didn't see it."

Yang Jinrong stared at him strangely: "Brother Chu, why aren't you surprised at all?"

He Chu smiled and said, "What's so surprising?"

"The project collapsed, 3 billion yuan was tied up, and the bank lost more than 50 billion yuan."

"Given this situation, will the banks let them off the hook?"

Yang Jinrong was taken aback.

He couldn't tell for a moment whether He Chu had anticipated it or deduced it afterward.

Just then, Yang Jinrong's phone rang.

After listening for a few moments, annoyance immediately surfaced on his face: "I'm not some VIP customer, I only have a little over ten million in my account—"

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"Um?!"

He looked up abruptly, his face filled with shock. "I have a whole hundred million more in my account?"

"You've got it wrong!"

He Chu said softly, "No mistake, that's stock dividends."

"After taxes are deducted."

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Yang Jinrong gasped and quickly said into the phone, "I'm at work now, I'll contact you later."

After hanging up the phone, he still couldn't believe it. "Brother Chu, what exactly happened with this money?"

He Chu shrugged: "Thanks to the people from the Golden Club."

They set the stage, but we were the ones performing the show.

Yang Jinrong blurted out, "Those stockbrokers who jumped off buildings, and two bank executives?"

He Chu waved his hand: "They can't afford to lose."

"I beat them head-on in the stock market, except I made sure their money was stuck in place—"

"If he couldn't handle the pressure and jumped off a building, what does that have to do with me?"

Yang Jinrong's throat went dry, and he was choked with words. After holding it in for a long time, he finally blurted out, "Fuck!"

He Chu burst into laughter.

Just then, Abang, Luo Ji, and Chen Yongren rushed in almost simultaneously.

Ah Bang said gravely, "Inspector Ho, something's happened."

He Chu immediately became serious: "Speak, what is it?"

Chen Yongren almost blurted out, "The bank just called, saying a huge sum of money has been deposited into our account, an amount we can hardly believe!" "Could someone have tampered with it?"

Ah Bang whispered a reminder: "Inspector Ho, this is no joke."

He Chu laughed instead: "I thought it was much more serious."

"Don't worry, that's the dividends from the fund, it's what you're entitled to."

"The tax has already been deducted, so there's no need to pay anything more."

Abang, Luo Ji, and Chen Yongren exchanged bewildered glances: "Profit sharing? That's ruthless?"

"Which company can distribute such astronomical dividends?"

He Chu glanced at them, his tone tinged with helplessness: "You think the money's too hot to handle? Fine, I'll keep a little more."

"You've made a lot this time, so you won't be short of this little bit."

The three of them remained rooted to the spot: "Are they really ours?"

"Can we really pocket all of this?"

He Chu sighed: "I understand that Abang doesn't understand my ways."

"How come even you guys are dumbfounded?"

"Why weren't you all this scared when you received over ten million in cash last time?"

Abang's eyes widened: "There were previously bonuses exceeding ten million?"

He Chu rolled her eyes: "Otherwise, why do you think I'd make you guys invest a third of your salary every month?"

Abang immediately realized what was happening and quickly cupped his hands in thanks, "Thank you for your help, Brother Chu!"

He Chu lowered his voice: "Go back and explain things clearly to Uncle Tian, ​​Toupi, Zeizi Ming, and Ahua. Keep your mouths shut."

"It got out and a bunch of people came asking about it, it was so annoying."

"Don't wait until you get off work, call and tell them now."

Abang immediately nodded: "I'll take care of it right away!" After saying that, he quickly went out to dial a number.

Luo Ji opened his mouth, but only managed to utter, "Brother Chu, thank you."

He Chu gently patted his shoulder, her tone mild: "We police officers all have ambitions, but we can't forget our families."

"If we had had this money a few years earlier, that incident with Group A might not have happened."

"I don't want to see you struggling to make a living."

Luo Ji nodded heavily, his eyes slightly red.

Chen Yongren couldn't contain himself any longer: "Ah Chu, no, Brother Chu! Tonight it's my treat, we have to have a proper meal!"

He Chu smiled and waved his hand: "Arong, keep an eye on him, don't let him get carried away."

Without saying a word, Yang Jinrong grabbed Chen Yongren and pulled him outside.

He Chu had only been sitting down for two minutes when the office door was suddenly pushed open again, and a group of people filed in: Boss Huang, Superintendent Chen, Yuan Haoyun from Team B, and even Lu Qichang, who was studying at home for his exams, had come.

Their expressions were complicated, as if they had seen a ghost.

He Chu frowned: "What's wrong? Everyone looks like they've lost their wallets?"

Mr. Huang coughed lightly and tentatively asked, "Ah Chu, today a huge sum of money inexplicably appeared in my bank card. It's so much that I'm checking myself to see if there's a system error."

"Tell me the truth, what happened?"

Superintendent Chen and the others stared at him, their eyes full of question marks.

He Chu sighed and rolled his eyes: "Do you understand the return on investment for a project?"

"I thought the sky was falling, and it turns out it was just for this?"

Mr. Huang's expression turned serious: "Ah Chu, don't cross the line."

"With an amount like that, if the Independent Commission Against Corruption (ICAC) gets involved, you won't escape a single question!"

He Chu retorted, "Who in their right mind would transfer hundreds of millions in cash directly into your account?"

"This isn't a few hundred dollars, it's hundreds of millions!" He was utterly exasperated. "I just sat down to think about the case, and I haven't even sorted out the clues about the Golden Club yet, and you all keep showing up one after another. Are you trying to make me work?"

"You think it's too much money? Give it back!"

"Let me tell you, this is only after I've taken 20% of the profits."

"How about you pay more management fees?"

Mr. Huang quickly waved his hand: "Since it's legitimate income, then follow the rules and don't charge extra."

He Chu stood up and saw the guest out, saying, "If you have something to say, say it; otherwise, the meeting is adjourned."

"I'm busy solving cases here."

The group immediately turned around and quickly retreated.

He Chu shook his head and chuckled, "What's all this about?"

"We can't even work properly anymore."

So what if you earn a little more?

This is the first time I've ever met someone who complains about being too rich.

Strange things happen every year, especially this year.

He was just about to lean back in his chair and catch his breath when the phone rang.

Upon checking the number, it turned out to be a call from Lu Zhilian.

"Director Lu, what good news do you have?"

On the other end of the phone, Lu Zhilian's voice trembled: "Hey sir—a huge sum of money suddenly went into my account."

Upon hearing this, He Chu felt a sudden sense of helplessness. "Let me guess—it's more than you can imagine, isn't it?"

Lu Zhilian immediately tensed up: "That's right, that's right, several hundred million in cash!"

"Could this be a setup by the Golden Club to frame me?"

He Chu asked calmly, "Have you heard the recent news?"

"Yesterday afternoon and evening, several traders from the Gold Club absconded, along with two senior executives who also disappeared."

"Because their scheme failed, they lost four or five hundred billion yuan in working capital."

"The money in your account is the portion that was taken from this loss."

Lu Zhilian looked shocked: "What? This is actually the big project you were talking about?"

He Chu couldn't help but burst out, "You're the Chief Investigator of the Independent Commission Against Corruption!"

"You suddenly have over a billion dollars in your account, can't you check where this money came from?"

"I clearly noted 'stock market dividends' in the payment notes when I asked someone to make the transfer!"

"You didn't even glance at such an obvious explanation?"

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