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

Chapter 72 Reunion at the Dock, the Undercover Brothers' Hidden Scheme

"At the time, I didn't know he was one of our own."

Yang Jinrong gently patted his shoulder without saying a word, but a heavy feeling had already quietly spread.

He Chu closed his eyes and sighed, "This is the most fatal flaw of the old system."

"Only the person above me knows my undercover identity."

If the person in charge goes wrong, betrays the organization, or is simply a scoundrel—their subordinates become lost souls.

"If they want to infiltrate the underworld, they have to taint themselves with darkness, wear masks on their faces, and hide knives in their hearts."

"In terms of action, there must be the power to make on-the-spot decisions."

"Sometimes, attacking one's comrades, or even shooting them, is done to gain the enemy's trust."

The air suddenly turned cold.

After a long silence, He Chu spoke up: "Arong, go and keep an eye on Tung Sing and Chung Ching Society."

"Brother Yun, come with me, we need to meet someone."

The two agreed in unison.

He Chu started the engine, and the car sped along the coastline, eventually stopping at a secluded pier.

Yuan Haoyun looked around, his brow furrowing slightly. "Brother Chu, what are we doing here?"

He Chu opened the car door, the sea breeze brushing his face, and said softly, "Looking for an old classmate."

Yuan Haoyun's pupils contracted: "Your... old classmate? An undercover agent?"

As He Chu rose through the ranks, the names of the police academy's graduating class from two years ago were already being secretly dug up by various parties.

He Chu, Yang Jinrong, Chen Yongren, Wang Zhicheng, Luo Zhiming—even Liu Jianming, who was sentenced to forty years, were all extraordinary individuals.

Any officer with a modicum of insight is secretly checking their subordinates: Are there any graduates from this year's class?

He Chucai became the chief inspector just two years after graduating.

The future Constitutional Committee? That's a foregone conclusion.

The top spot might be worth fighting for!

Yuan Haoyun is close to He Chu, otherwise the Stock God Fund wouldn't have gotten a share of Group B's profits.

He once heard He Chu complain, "In our year, all the truly capable people went undercover."

"Yes, an undercover agent." He Chu stood at the edge of the dock, gazing at the shimmering sea. "I'll take you to meet him so that we don't accidentally hurt our brothers when we actually clash in the future."

As he spoke, he took out a paper crane from the car and gently stroked it with his fingertips.

Yuan Haoyun was stunned: "You're folding paper?"

"Me?" He Chu raised an eyebrow and waved the paper crane in his hand. "It's not that I like it, it's my classmate."

He said that when he's under a lot of pressure, he folds a paper crane.

"As you fold the paper, your mind calms down."

"And—" He paused, his gaze drifting into the distance, "paper cranes also represent a kind of hope."

Yuan Haoyun laughed: "Your classmate is quite artistic; we can really hit it off."

He Chu glanced at him sideways: "What, can't I get along with you?"

Yuan Haoyun immediately raised his hands in surrender, unleashing a barrage of verbal attacks: "Please spare me! We were just having fun playing music after get off work, while you're heading straight for the Vienna Golden Hall!"

He still can't understand how such a monster could exist in the world.

He used to organize a small band at the police station. When he played the saxophone and drank beer, the guys had a blast.

When He Chu first came, he pretended to be a "pure amateur".

The next day, their skill level was actually on par with theirs.

Day three? A seamless switch to professional-level performance.

A few days later, Yuan Haoyun would rather stay in jail than call him to come.

Because he has become a world-class artist, any piece he plays can give people goosebumps.

The most outrageous thing was that He Chu simply said, "I was just playing around."

Yuan Haoyun vomited blood on the spot.

If you can become a god just by playing around, then when you get serious, how are other people supposed to survive?

From that moment on, he was completely convinced by He Chu.

Later, Yang Jinrong told him: This is He Chu's style.

Learn anything and become like it; learn it in no time, master it quickly, and once mastered, dominate the entire field.

If Yuan Haoyun hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would have thought it was just empty boasting.

At this moment, the two passed through rows of luxury yachts, the sea breeze making the mooring ropes creak.

He Chu kept walking, navigating the area with practiced ease.

"Brother Chu, have you been here before?" Yuan Haoyun was almost losing track of time; the winding paths made him dizzy.

He Chu turned around, smiled, and shrugged: "Never been here before."

Seeing Yuan Haoyun's bewildered expression, he said calmly, "But I felt it."

He Chu led Yuan Haoyun onto a luxury yacht. Jiang Lang was leaning against the railing on the deck, and the sea breeze carried a salty smell.

"Ah Chu? How did you find me?" Jiang Lang was stunned, his pupils contracted slightly, as if he had seen a ghost.

"Just guessing." He Chu smiled and slowly took out an exquisitely folded origami crane from his pocket, waving it in front of him.

Yuan Haoyun looked around, his brows furrowed. The area was filled with yachts, their lights stretching as far as the eye could see. How could he recognize them? He Chu wasn't from a shipyard; could he really distinguish the models by sight?

Of course not.

But he had the system's minimap at his fingertips.

It was originally just an early warning radar, but after being upgraded, it can now see the entire Hong Kong Island.

Simply enter the name, and the target location and route will be clearly displayed, with the red dot pointing directly at the "Silver Shark" in front of you.

He doesn't need to know anything about yachts; he just needs to follow the navigation.

"What are you doing here?" Jiang Lang asked, his voice already tinged with suspicion and wariness.

He Chu stepped forward and got straight to the point: "I'm looking for you."

He then stepped aside and introduced, "Yuen Ho-wan, Senior Inspector of the West Kowloon Regional Crime Unit, known in the underworld as the Ruthless Detective."

"We never leave survivors on missions, and we don't leave the front lines until we've run out of bullets."

He paused, then looked at Jiang Lang, "This is my classmate, one of our own."

Superintendent Chen's undercover agent planted next to Uncle Hai is codenamed "Prodigal Son".

The two locked eyes, and the air seemed to freeze instantly.

Jiang Lang's expression changed drastically: "Ah Chu! Are you crazy? How can you just blurt out someone's identity like that?"

"I'd be crazy not to say anything," He Chu sneered. "If you two are secretly enemies, and one of you loses control and pulls the trigger, I won't even have time to cry."

Before Yuan Haoyun could speak, Jiang Lang said urgently, "You don't have the authority! Who gave you the audacity to expose me?"

"Ahem." Yuan Haoyun coughed twice, his expression solemn. "Ah Lang, I forgot to tell you..." He straightened his back and gave a standard police salute: "Sir, you are currently the Chief Inspector of the West Kowloon Department, in charge of all major crime operations."

I am his subordinate.

"What?"

Jiang Lang choked on his breath, his face turning bright red.

"You—you really are A-Chu? Not an imposter?" He, who was usually taciturn, asked three times in a row, his voice trembling.

"Don't worry," Yuan Haoyun smiled faintly, "His identity can be verified. The appointment announcement was published in the news, and the media reported on it for a whole week."

The talk of Hong Kong Island is going on everywhere: a chief inspector in his early twenties, a phenomenal parachuted-in talent.

"I haven't been reading the newspaper," Jiang Lang said, scratching his head awkwardly. "Recently, Uncle Hai's side has been under immense pressure from Johnny Wang. I've been keeping an eye on the internal strife and preventing any major changes. How could I have time to browse the headlines?"

Yuan Haoyun's eyes sharpened, and he suddenly lowered his voice: "So—you hold a crucial position in Uncle Hai's arms supply chain?"

Jiang Lang shrugged, speaking casually: "The old man has always wanted me to take over."

"hiss"

Yuan Haoyun gasped, turning to look at He Chu with shock in his eyes: "Brother Chu, what's the background of your class—everyone was a monster?"

He Chu rolled his eyes: "Don't even mention it. Back then, anyone with outstanding grades was dragged out to be an undercover agent."

If Ah Rong and I hadn't run fast, the grass on our graves would be two meters high by now.

Yuan Haoyun gave a thumbs up, his face full of respect: "I'm impressed, truly impressed."

A prodigy, truly deserving of the title.

He suddenly turned to Jiang Lang and asked seriously, "So, are you going to answer it or not?"

"What a joke!" Jiang Lang glared. "I'm an undercover police officer, infiltrated to investigate the case."

If I actually became the top cop, what kind of policeman would I be?

Yuan Haoyun shook his head and smiled bitterly, without saying a word.

Jiang Lang was completely bewildered: "What did I say wrong?"

"Luo Zhiming, do you still remember him?" Yuan Haoyun said slowly.

"Ah Luo? Of course I remember!"

"He," Yuan Haoyun's tone was ethereal, as if recounting a myth, "is already the new leader of Xinliansheng, leading 50,000 brothers to collectively launder money, reorganizing the gang into the Xinliansheng Group," and is now the chairman of a listed company.

"ha?"

Jiang Lang's mouth gaped open wide enough to fit an egg, his fingers trembling slightly: "You—you're kidding me?"

He Chu shook his head: "Absolutely true."

"Not only did Ah Luo survive, but he also turned the gang into a legitimate business, attracting interest from both the political and business circles to cooperate with him."

His merits are complete; even being deified wouldn't be an exaggeration.

Jiang Lang's gaze swept back and forth between the two faces, finally settling on the dark sea. He murmured, "To rise from undercover to the leader and drag the entire organization out of the mire—Ah Luo, you're incredibly awesome."

Yuan Haoyun gazed at the distant lights and said softly, "Not just awesome, that's truly monstrous."

Jiang Lang stood there stunned for a long time before lowering his voice, as if a thorn was stuck in his throat: "Back then, there were at least a dozen undercover agents who graduated from our police academy."

He paused, his eyes narrowing. "But what if—one of them betrays us?"

"Ah Luo was the senior member of our class."

"If something really happens to him, who can handle it?"

Yuan Haoyun's brows furrowed into a knot, and his fingertips unconsciously dug into his palm.

He Chu suddenly laughed, a smirk playing on his lips, "If I told you that the shareholders of Xinliansheng are hoping that A Luo is an undercover cop—would you believe me?"

"Impossible!" Jiang Lang shook his head violently, as if he had heard a fairy tale.

He Chu leaned back in his chair, tapping the table lightly with his fingertips: "But the truth is just that absurd."

Xinliansheng, under A Luo's management, is steadily raking in huge profits.

He narrowed his eyes, his tone suddenly sharpening: "What are those short, scrawny scoundrels after? Just a mountain of silver!"

"Tell me, how many drug lords and arms dealers actually ended up becoming millionaires?"

No one answered.

He sneered: "No! Those who really make big money have long since retired from the business."

And what Ah Luo earned in two months was more than what they could earn in two years of backbreaking work!

"What are they afraid of?"

"I'm afraid this wealth and status might collapse one day!"

"Now, one word from Ah Luo is more effective than Jin Ye and Lin Yaochang combined."

He said to go east, and no one dared to go west.

You think these people still want to fight and kill? Dream on!

He shrugged, his tone as light as if he were joking: "If Ah Luo really is an undercover agent, once his identity is exposed, those guys will probably set off firecrackers to celebrate that they're really doing legitimate business!"

"I no longer have to wake up in the middle of the night, grab my suitcase, and move to another place to sleep."

Yuan Haoyun and Jiang Lang were speechless. He Chu put away his smile and said calmly, "The hardest step for A Luo was how to sit on the dragon's head."

He's now firmly in control—from now on, everything will go smoothly.

Jiang Lang finally let out a slow breath, as if the weight on his chest had been lifted.

He Chu turned to him, his tone becoming more serious: "Your former superior, Superintendent Chen, has been promoted and transferred to the Hong Kong Island Regional Headquarters as a Senior Superintendent."

Before leaving, they specifically handed me your file.

He paused, his gaze sharp: "I never expected—you would be assigned to infiltrate an arms cartel as an undercover agent."

Jiang Lang tugged at the corner of his mouth, his smile somewhat bitter: "What difference does it make where you infiltrate? Either way, you're walking on the edge of a knife."

He Chu patted his shoulder firmly: "Can you handle it?"

Jiang Lang said solemnly, "Uncle Hai is old-fashioned and not a kind person, but he has his own rules."

Lately—he keeps bringing up the past, and once he even asked me if he was a good person.

Yuan Haoyun scoffed, "Nine out of ten people who got into gangs have wronged souls under their feet. What's there to talk about, good or bad?"

He Chu shook his head: "This is not a bad thing."

This shows he felt guilty and regretted his actions.

"A person like that can't beat Johnny Wang."

Jiang Lang looked up: "Brother Chu, what should I do?"

He Chu remained silent for a moment before slowly speaking, "Uncle Hai wants to back out, doesn't he? Then let him back out."

Jiang Lang's pupils contracted, and he suddenly looked up.

"You take over his territory," He Chu said in a low voice, "and find out who the real boss is while things are in chaos."

But remember—don't force it; going with the flow is best.

"Your mission is singular: destroy Johnny Wang."

Yuan Haoyun abruptly stood up: "Brother Chu! Isn't Johnny Wang under my jurisdiction?" He turned to Jiang Lang, speaking rapidly, "Recently, a large number of weapons have appeared on Hong Kong Island, and even ruthless gangsters dare to engage in shootouts with the police in the streets! We haven't been able to trace the source!"

Jiang Lang shook his head: "Uncle Hai's side acted with restraint, without making such a big move."

The only possibility is Johnny Wang.

Yuan Haoyun became anxious: "Then I should cooperate with A Lang and take action! Why should he take the blame alone?"

He Chu remained unmoved, only gently shaking his head: "No."

Ah Lang's mission is to take down Johnny Wang.

"The master behind them? We'll dig if we can, but it doesn't matter if we can't."

"Simply cutting this line is enough."

Yuan Haoyun suddenly paused, a flash of realization crossing his eyes: "You want to—have Richard approach Ah Lang on his own initiative?"

He Chu nodded slightly: "Yes."

Jiang Lang frowned: "Richard? Who?"

Top floor of the New Luen Shing Building, Hong Kong Island.

The boardroom was filled with a chilling, icy light.

Luo Zhiming sat upright in the main seat, his back straight and his expression indifferent, like an immovable king.

He Jiaju stood behind him, his hands behind his back, his gaze sweeping across the entire room without uttering a word. He was the company secretary, and also Luo Zhiming's sharpest shadow.

Lin Yaochang was seated at the head of the left-hand side.

Brother Jin, Brother Gao, and other triad elders lined up in order, their expressions respectful.

The person at the head of the right side was not from Xinliansheng—but Ni Yongxiao.

He and Xinliansheng have cross-shareholdings and are closely interdependent, making them the closest allies.

Below them, Huihuang and the others sat quietly like bells.

Luo Zhiming raised his hand and shook the report in his hand, the sound of pages turning crisp and jarring: "The semi-annual financial report, Jiaju has already sent it to everyone's email."

He glanced around, his voice low but enough to silence the entire room: "I think—you've all seen it clearly, haven't you?"

Everyone nodded in agreement, and laughter erupted.

Can you stop laughing?

In just six months, they made more than a billion in pure profit!

This was all achieved despite investing heavily in renovating the property—burning money for the future, yet the result was more profit than anyone else.

Luo Zhiming smiled and glanced at the entire room: "After half a year of reorganization, we've finally gotten back on track."

He paused, then his tone softened: "Everyone has worked so hard for so long, it's time to catch our breath and rest."

He then looked at Ho Ka-kui and said, "Ka-kui, show us the results and let the board of directors see what earth-shattering things we've done in the past six months."

Ho Ka-kui straightened his back, holding the file folder in his hand, and answered "Yes," his voice so loud it almost hit the ceiling.

But he felt a mix of emotions.

Who would have thought? The person who failed the college entrance exam and had no choice but to enter the police academy is now sitting on the board of directors of Xinliansheng Group as the company secretary.

The police force has a low entry barrier, meaning that the educational requirements for lower-level officers are relatively lenient.

But want to climb the ladder? Without a degree, you're out of luck.

At the level of senior inspector or above, you don't even qualify without a university degree.

Fortunately, the police force is quite open-minded; they accept all certificates, whether they are from full-time, night school, or correspondence courses, as long as the certificate is genuine.

But he never expected that after becoming a policeman and going undercover, he would eventually have to come back to studying!

I have to learn it!

Managing a multi-billion dollar conglomerate is not as simple as collecting protection money on the street.

He even hired a private tutor to cram two hours every day without fail into finance, legal affairs, and management—the various terms were so jargon that they made his scalp tingle.

The position of company secretary is like an insurmountable mountain.

Fortunately, Luo Zhiming gave him a three-year deadline, during which he must be able to take charge independently.

When he first saw the complete asset statement of "Xinliansheng Group", he was completely stunned.

A company worth tens of billions! He Jiaju is no longer the small fry running errands in the shadows.

At that moment, he was determined to keep up with the team.

Ni Yongxiao chuckled and tapped the table with his finger: "I see you're all getting impatient. We can look at those rules and procedures later."

"Ka-Kui, just give us the numbers. How much have we earned in the last six months? How much will everyone get?"

These words were met with cheers from the entire room.

Huihuang gave a thumbs up: "Chairman Ni, brilliant! Absolutely brilliant!"

Luo Zhiming glared at him, feigning anger: "You're the group's security chief and a high-ranking member of the board, how can you be so out of line in a situation like this? You can't miss a single document!"

Before he could finish speaking, he laughed first: "Alright, alright, I'll make an exception for Chairman Ni today!"

Laughter erupted.

He Jiaju turned to the last page of the report, cleared his throat, and said with a piercing gaze: "After six months of operation, Xinliansheng has completed a comprehensive renovation and will no longer require large-scale investment."

He paused, a sharp glint in his eyes: "Net profit—eight hundred million!"

"Net profit!"

The sounds of people gasping for air rose and fell.

Someone almost jumped off their chair.

He Jiaju continued, "According to the distribution plan jointly formulated by Chairman Luo and Chairman Ni, two hundred million will be set aside as strategic reserves and will remain frozen."

"The remaining 600 million will all be distributed as dividends."

Huihuang's eyes lit up, and he blurted out, "Six hundred million in total?!"

"Yes." He Jiaju said decisively, "Six hundred million, not a single penny will be left."

"The 300 million will be distributed to the board members according to their shareholding ratio."

He looked around at the other 300 million and said slowly and deliberately, "Distribute it to all frontline employees."

The air suddenly froze.

Fei Dong suddenly stood up, his face changing drastically: "What? Divide it up with those underlings? Three hundred million! Wouldn't it be better if we divided it up ourselves?!"

The conference room fell silent instantly.

Lin Yaochang gave him a cold look, then turned to Gao Ge and asked, "Gao Ge, what do you think?"

Gao didn't answer, but instead turned to Luo Zhiming, his tone respectful: "Chairman Luo, may I swear?"

Luo Zhiming sighed: "This is a one-time exception, and there will be no next time."

"Thank you, Chairman Luo." Brother Gao slowly stood up, his face ashen.

The next second, he swung the teacup in his hand and smashed it hard at Fei Dong!

With a loud "bang!", shards of porcelain flew everywhere.

Fei Dong covered his head, completely bewildered: "Boss? Why did you hit me?!"

Gao Ge's eyes widened in fury, and he roared, "You bastard! Who the hell put you in this position?!"

"It was your brave men who charged into battle! They risked their lives to carry you up there!"

"Do you still remember the oath you swore on the day you became my disciple? What is the first of the Thirty-Six Oaths of the Hongmen? — Those who enter my door will share life and death!"

"Once you step through Xinliansheng's doors, you're family!"

"If you get into trouble, I'll protect you! If your men are in trouble, you fucking have to protect them!"

"How are people's hearts united? It's through this sense of friendship and camaraderie!"

"You don't want to share the money? Fine!"

He stepped forward, his eyes sharp as knives: "The leader is here, and all the elders are here too. Shall we propose right now—to remove you from your position on the board?!"

Luo Zhiming quickly raised his hand: "Brother Gao! We're a legitimate corporation now. We stopped doing those gang-related things six months ago!"

Brother Gao immediately stopped, bowed his head and apologized: "Yes, Chairman Luo is right."

Then he turned to face Fei Dong, sneered, and said, "Then—get out of here yourself, how about that?"

Fei Dong quickly waved his hand: "Boss, I was just saying it casually! I really didn't mean anything by it!"

Gao Ge's eyes widened, and he sneered, "Just saying it casually? You think I can't tell? The more casually something is said, the more damn truthful it is!"

Fei Dong's face turned green; he was on the verge of tears and wished he could disappear into the ground.

Brother Gao turned to He Jiaju and asked, "Jiaju, how much is this bastard going to take?"

He Jiaju glanced at Fei Dong indifferently, his tone calm but devoid of warmth: "Brother Gao, he's the one who gets the least share of the 20 million silver dollars."

"Whoosh!"

The entire audience gasped in shock.

Fei Dong jumped up and down on the spot: "Why am I the one with the least?!"

He Jiaju didn't even lift his eyelids: "The reorganization of Xinliansheng was efficient and coordinated across all branches."

"Your work is so slow and sluggish, like an old ox pulling a broken cart."

"The entire group basically completed its restructuring three months ago, and you? You only submitted your report last month."

"It's all clearly recorded in the system, in black and white."

Gao Ge suddenly felt a pang of anxiety, his expression changing slightly: "Ka-Kui—the second youngest, could it be me?"

Jin immediately smoothed things over: "How could that be! Brother Gao, you're a veteran of the gang, a hero among heroes, how could you possibly be at the bottom?"

He Jiaju shook his head with a wry smile: "Brother Gao, you know the rules too."

This time, we were implicated because of Feidong.

"Your bonus is five million more than his."

The entire room fell silent for three seconds, then erupted in chaos.

Gao Ge froze, then his anger surged, and he grabbed whatever was at hand—an ashtray, a teacup, and a folder—and smashed them all over Fei Dong's head!

"Fuck your ancestors for eight generations! I lost five million for you, and you're still complaining?!"

The crowd immediately dispersed, forming a circle in the corner to watch the show. No one stepped forward to offer advice, and no one showed any sympathy.

Who feels sorry for Fei Dong? No one.

Everyone was cursing in their hearts: Who wouldn't be furious to have such an idiot as a subordinate?

The reorganization of Xinliansheng allows them to conduct business openly and make money legally. What a tremendous opportunity this is!

When the opportunity arises, even pigs can fly.

But this bastard just wouldn't listen and dragged us down, causing Brother Gao to suffer a loss!

Even the worst-off Feidong has 20 million, so how much must the one with the most dividends get?

OK.

Fortunately, it's now a group operation. If it were before, Brother Gao would have had him thrown into Houhai Bay to be fed to the fish long ago, without saying a word.

The profit-sharing meeting ended in a farcical scene where Brother Gao chased Fei Dong all over the place trying to grab a bench.

Luo Zhiming looked solemn as he surveyed the board members, his voice low yet authoritative: "Starting five months ago, we ceased to be a triad and became a corporation."

"Companies have their own rules."

"Anyone who dares to engage in underhanded tactics behind the scenes is disrespectful to the collective, and the law will hold them accountable."

"Anyone who feels uncomfortable can leave."

"If your underlings are willing to go with you, I won't stop them."

"But remember not to cause trouble outside using the group's name."

Silence reigned.

Nobody moved.

Huihuang snorted coldly and spoke first: "What decent person would want to join a gang? Living on the edge all day, like a wanted criminal?"

"Sounds like a 'big boss,' all high and mighty?"

"But would you dare go to Central for coffee alone?"

"Aren't you afraid your bank account will be frozen if you deposit money there?"

"Your child wants to be a doctor or a lawyer, will they let you pass the political background check?"

"Don't the police check your water meter every day?"

He paused, then added, "You can take your underlings with you? Who's going to go with you?"

"Those who join gangs, even if they're considered 'red lanterns,' at least have food to eat; those who're considered 'blue lanterns' don't even get welfare."

Even with red lanterns, going hungry is still a common occurrence.

"This isn't a joke; it's real fate."

Those who truly enjoy the limelight are always the top few at the very top of the pyramid.

Most of the people below are nothing more than ants in a pile of cannon fodder.

If making a fortune through the underworld were truly the way to go, Hong Kong would have stopped laughing at poverty and started laughing at people who are poor long ago.

But what is the reality?

They laugh at poverty but not prostitution; they value money more than people.

Brother Gao gritted his teeth and declared in public, "Don't worry, Chairman Luo, I'll teach Fei Dong a lesson when I get back!"

"If he's at the bottom of the profit sharing list again, I'll personally chop off his legs!"

Fei Dong stood in the crowd, head down, face flushed, but dared not utter a single word.

He endured.

We must endure it.

Even the lowest tier of the six-month dividend yields a full 20 million silver dollars.

What can this money do?

Buy a detached villa on Victoria Peak and relax all you need.

Which triad leader would dare say they can buy a house on the mountaintop?

Forget Victoria Peak, you can't even get a foothold in Repulse Bay!

Why?

The money was ill-gotten.

Want to buy? Launder the money first.

Money laundering is a high-barrier business, so the handling fees are cut by 40% to 50%.

You earn 100 million, but only 50 or 60 million are left in your pocket.

We still have to find professional channels, with each layer draining the funds, a process fraught with danger.

Who would be willing to do that? Who can afford to take the risk?

But Xinliansheng is different.

Properly registered, legally operating, with clear and transparent profit distribution and dividends.

You can buy a car or a house, send your children abroad, or invest in real estate or the stock market—spend as you please, openly and honestly.

This is the real turnaround.

In the past, we made money in the dark, always on edge.

Now I'm counting money under the sun, back straight.

In these times, who would want to go back and grab a knife to kill someone?

Who would still be willing to risk their life hiding in a back alley?

Fei Dong deserved the beating.

He should even thank Brother Gao for not actually throwing him into the sea.

Unfortunately, the planned celebration banquet was canceled.

Brother Gao was still fuming, so who dared to mention celebrating?

In the end, it was Jin Ye and Lin Yaochang who joined forces and forcibly dragged Gao Ge away: "Come on, let's go have some tea and cool off."

"This tea is on me today; feel free to smash the cup."

Ni Yongxiao walked slowly to Fei Dong, his steps unhurried, as quiet as the wind blowing through pages of paper.

Fat Dong, with a bruised and swollen face, was huddled in a chair, looking like a crab that had been peeled off.

He spoke calmly, but his voice was like a blade slicing through ice: "Fei Dong, you're sitting at this table not because you're capable, but because you still cling to the old friendship with Xinliansheng."

"It was thanks to Chairman Luo's support and Chairman Gao's leniency that you have your current position."

He suddenly squatted down, his movements as refined as if he were flipping through an ancient book, but his gaze pierced into Fei Dong's eyes like a nail.

He exudes a scholarly air, yet somehow carries a chilling sense of oppression.

"Listen carefully, this is the last time."

"If I find out you're two-faced even once more, get out of here immediately, without a trace."

Fei Dong shrank back, nodding his head like a kowtowing worm: "Chairman Ni! I remember! I really remember!"

His voice was trembling, "I swear, I'll never do it again!"

Huihuang frowned, his face full of disdain: "Chairman Ni, why waste your breath on this hopeless case?" Ni Yongxiao sighed softly, his tone tinged with helplessness: "He's the one who lost my money."

Huihuang was taken aback.

He Jiaju leaned closer and lowered his voice: "Brother Huihuang, the company under Fei Dong's name earns everyone's dividends —"

"If he messes up, not only will he be in trouble, but none of us will get our money's worth."

Upon hearing this, Huihuang's anger flared up instantly, and he kicked Fei Dong in the stomach!

"Ouch!" Fatty Dong screamed and fell over, curling up into a ball.

"Fei Dong! If you dare to shortchange me even a penny, I'll skin you alive!"

Fei Dong was in so much pain that tears streamed down his face. He coughed and cried out, "Chairman Zheng—I was wrong! Brother Huihuang! I really know I was wrong!"

The seed of his inner conflict was planted the moment he lost to Luo Zhiming.

He once considered himself a leader, but he was utterly crushed in the end.

With their pride shattered, they naturally become hypocritical and sabotage others behind their backs.

But after six months of profit sharing, he was ranked last!

Even the last place has 20 million in cash!

When those stacks of silver bills were placed in front of him, he was filled with deep regret.

You can't afford to mess with money, no matter who else you're dealing with!

Unfortunately, it's too late to regret it.

After giving his warning, Ni Yongxiao got up to leave, not even lingering for a second.

Fei Dong scurried away, looking disheveled and like a stray dog ​​with its tail between its legs.

Huihuang grew angrier the more he thought about it, turning to glare at Luo Zhiming: "Luo! Where were you before? If I had known he was such a hindrance, would I have let him sit at the table?"

Luo Zhiming shrugged, his expression indifferent: "Isn't it good now?"

"You still say it's good?" Huihuang's eyes widened like saucers.

"I think it's quite suitable," Luo Zhiming said slowly. "We're a legitimate company now, not a gang that fights with knives in the streets."

"But people who come from the underworld have to change their old habits."

Huihuang suddenly realized: "You're using him to set rules?"

Luo Zhiming frowned: "Make an example of someone? Does Fei Dong count as a chicken?"

"I'm being reasonable and presenting the facts."

"For a company to function, it needs rules."

"Without rules, nothing can be accomplished."

Huihuang nodded vigorously: "Well done!"

Then he felt a pang of regret: "But this damn thing, it made us lose so much money for nothing!"

Luo Zhiming glanced at him sideways: "Your profit share is higher than Brother Chang's and Boss Jin's, why are you being stingy with this little bit?"

Huihuang gave a wry smile: "Who complains about money? This is clean money that can be spent openly and honestly!"

"My wife has been talking about buying a villa for a long time, and now we can finally make it happen."

He sighed deeply, "It's still more comfortable to walk the right path."

"We used to be considered the bosses, right? You lived in the annex, and I slept in a cubicle—now that I think about it, what was the point?"

Luo Zhiming reached out and patted his shoulder: "That's the right way to think."

Huihuang looked at him seriously and lowered his voice slightly: "Ah Luo, thank you."

"If you hadn't pulled me out of that mess, I probably would have been hacked to death on the street someday and wouldn't even know why."

Luo Zhiming punched him: "Nonsense! We're sworn brothers, why are you talking about these formalities?"

Huihuang grinned: "That's right! Two brothers, one lifetime!"

As the two were talking, He Jiaju hurriedly pushed the door open and came in, his tone somewhat strange: "Brother Luo, Richard is here."

Luo Zhiming was taken aback: "This guy has been hiding from us for five months, and he still dares to show his face?"

Huihuang sneered, his eyes turning cold: "Should I bring security and camp out at his door every day, charging interest daily?"

He Jiaju quickly waved his hand: "No! He came carrying a suitcase, it looks like he's here to return the money!"

Before he finished speaking, Richard had already walked in, bowing and scraping, and gently placed a black briefcase on the table with both hands.

"Chairman Luo, I've come to repay the money."

Huihuang scoffed, "You hid for three months, and now you know to come back?"

"No, no, no!" Richard's forehead was sweating, and he spoke rapidly, "The market's been bad lately, nobody's doing well—I've been raising funds, and as soon as they arrived, I sent them over immediately!"

He adopted an extremely humble posture, to an absurd degree.

Indeed, a senior superintendent of the Special Branch of Police who returned from the UK is now bowing and scraping to a group of "gangsters".

But who's on the other side?

He is a ruthless and vicious character who turns on you without hesitation.

What was once a status is now worth less than a piece of waste paper.

Unfortunately, they ran into a snag at Xinliansheng. They kept insisting on drawing lots to determine life or death, which was unbearable for anyone.

Richard didn't come alone; he brought his entire family, but there were only five people in total.

A life on the line? Who would dare gamble on something like that!

He had no choice but to grit his teeth and try to raise the money.

Huihuang opened his briefcase, revealing a bulging pile of gleaming banknotes, all brand-new large denominations of US dollars.

He casually pulled out a stack of papers, flipped through them, and nodded in satisfaction: "Brother Luo, that's right, exactly thirty million."

and many more?

Didn't we agree on 20 million?

Xinliansheng did indeed engage in usury—no, it's now called "private finance."

Borrowing 20 million and getting 30 million back in three months is already more than enough.

If you were dealt with a ruthless and heartless person, they could make you work like a slave for the rest of your life and still not be able to pay off your debts!

"Brother Luo, you don't look well." Huihuang noticed something was wrong and frowned as he looked at Luo Zhiming.

The latter's face was ashen, and his eyes were as cold as knives.

He ignored Huihuang, staring only at Richard, his voice low and hoarse: "You came here today for more than just to repay the money, didn't you?"

Richard quickly waved his hand: "Of course! I also want the IOU back!"

Luo Zhiming suddenly laughed: "Okay, as long as you explain in detail how you owe me this money—I'll take the money and return the IOU to you on the spot."

Huihuang was stunned: "Is it really necessary to go through all this trouble?"

The words had barely left his mouth when he abruptly turned to look at Richard, his pupils shrinking sharply: "What happened to your face? Why is it so dark?"

It wasn't just black; the skin had turned bluish-purple, as if bruises had covered the entire face.

Even the dumbest person would have realized something was wrong by now. Huihuang lowered his voice and said, "Brother Luo, something's not right."

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