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

Chapter 73 Richard Walks into a Trap, Luo Zhiming Uses Money to Borrow Police Power to Eliminate Zhongqing

Luo Zhiming sneered: "These white people can't keep anything to themselves."

When emotions flare up, they're written all over one's face.

"Blue, black, red, purple—more accurate than a color palette."

"Your own face turned pale, and you still have the nerve to call others people of color?"

Richard chuckled twice: "Chairman Luo, is there some misunderstanding?"

Luo Zhiming's eyes grew even colder: "Misunderstanding? I'm not talking to you about misunderstandings."

He took a step forward, his tone chilling: "Come on, tell me in detail how you took 20 million from me back then."

"Take the IOU with you."

Richard remained silent for a long time, then finally gave a wry smile: "It really wasn't necessary—"

This story goes back to the beginning.

At that time, Xinliansheng had not yet been reorganized, and Sir Li wanted to launch a major operation in the stock market, but he lacked cash flow.

As a result, the Gold Club was drained of its resources, and Richard was assigned the task of raising funds.

Luo Zhiming used tricks to leverage one unit of capital to generate double the profit, of which 20 million was his rightful share.

Both parties agreed that if Sir Li successfully manages the investment, the principal and dividends will be settled together.

Who would have thought that Sir Lee would suffer a complete loss in the stock market?

The Gold Club suffered a severe blow, and its financial chain completely broke.

Since Richard had no money to repay, Luo Zhiming naturally couldn't collect the debt.

It's crystal clear, undeniable, and there's absolutely no way to deny it.

This request was not unreasonable, but Richard remained silent.

His brilliant gaze turned cold: "Richard, what tricks are you trying to pull?"

Luo Zhiming sighed: "Huihuang, you're supposed to be the security supervisor, can't you use your brain for once?"

Huihuang protested, feeling wronged: "Brother Luo, haven't I been dedicated enough to my work?"

"I lead the team in training every day, and I dare not slack off for even a moment."

"During the transition a few months ago, that idiot Lam Wai-lok tried to take advantage of the situation to break into Tsim Sha Tsui and cause trouble at our place. I led my men and beat him out!"

"Those scoundrels from Tung Sing think they can bully us just because we've turned to legitimate business? I'll still beat them to a pulp!"

"Who doesn't know that Xinliansheng is not to be trifled with these days?"

Luo Zhiming's lips twitched as he listened, barely suppressing the urge to roll his eyes, and he said in a deep voice, "The security team isn't for you to go out and fight in the streets."

"The real threat is the unseen shadows—commercial espionage, technology theft, and intelligence theft."

"What we at New Union are doing now is a huge business that is fundamental to the livelihood of people on Hong Kong Island."

"Many of its core technologies are unique in the world."

"If you don't take precautions, someone will steal your lifeline, and then it'll be too late to cry!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Huihuang suddenly opened his eyes and stared intently at Richard.

If he still can't understand, he might as well just pack his bags and leave.

"You fucking eavesdropped?!"

"You're trying to scam us?!"

I don't want to live this kind of life of constant anxiety!

He suddenly sprang into action, grabbed Richard, and scanned him with piercing eyes.

Suddenly, his gaze locked onto the button on the other person's chest—it was too neat, unusual!

He suddenly reached out and pulled!

Click!

A button fell off, revealing a miniature device hidden behind it.

"Camera?!"

His brilliant rage surged to his head, and his fist was almost ready to smash down!

"Have you forgotten what I used to do?!"

This guy—

How exactly was it discovered?

Enraged, Huihuang punched Richard in the face without holding back.

"Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!" Richard clutched his head and ran away, screaming in pain, looking like a mangy dog ​​being beaten up instead of a person being pinned to the ground.

Luo Zhiming watched coldly, remaining completely unmoved.

This man killed Luo Zonglun and then caused that explosion incident; he wished he could personally shove him into concrete and sink him into the sea.

When feeding fish in Port Doria, is there any mercy left?

"Richard, have you lost your mind?"

His voice was as low as a knife slicing through glass.

"Our Xinliansheng is a multi-billion dollar group, not a street vendor selling rice noodle rolls."

"Preventing corporate espionage is a basic operation."

"You've at least served in the Special Branch and been a Senior Superintendent, don't you have even this much common sense?"

He sneered, his eyes looking at a country bumpkin who had just come to the city from the countryside and didn't even know how to ride the subway.

"If you bring a voice recorder, I'll respect you as a man, since it's a good fit for your profession."

"And what about you? You dare to sneak into my office with a miniature camera? Do you think Hong Kong is still the same as it was ten years ago? Do you think we've cleaned up the act and forgotten how to deal with people ruthlessly?"

Luo Zhiming squinted, his tone as soft as if he were telling a bedtime story, yet it sent a chill down Richard's spine: "How have you survived this long, being so naive? This society is ruthless and cruel, and you're still standing here breathing? You're incredibly lucky."

Richard's face turned deathly pale, and cold sweat trickled down his temples.

He finally realized something—he used to be able to look down at Xinliansheng from his high position, but now, even looking up at him felt difficult.

They are a conglomerate, a powerful and wealthy tycoon.

In the Western world, you can offend a judge or provoke a gang, but you should never mess with a truly wealthy person.

"Hui—Brother Hui!" Richard wailed, clutching his head. "I was wrong! I was really wrong! Stop hitting me!"

Brilliant didn't care about any of that, and his fists rained down on Richard, making him roll around on the ground.

"Alright," Luo Zhiming said calmly, raising his hand to stop them. "Don't make a move. We are legitimate businessmen."

Richard nearly coughed up blood.

A legitimate businessman?!

What reputable businessman treats people like punching bags? What reputable businessman speaks in a way that's more intimidating than a gangster?

But then he thought again and his spirits sank – which of the “legitimate businessmen” in Hong Kong wasn’t a gangster in a suit? Money talks, and that’s no joke on this land.

Luo Zhiming's gaze fell on the suitcase on the ground, its metal clasp reflecting a cold light.

"Where did this money come from?"

Richard dared not lie, forcing a dry laugh: "The old way—we found a new partner to work with."

"Who?"

"Loyalty—Loyal Youth Society." He gritted his teeth and forced out the three words, his voice almost inaudible.

The air froze instantly.

Luo Zhiming slowly stood up, walked step by step to him, squatted down, his gaze level with his, but his eyes were as cold as the Siberian permafrost.

"So," he said, emphasizing each word, "the Chung Ching Society is distributing goods on our turf?"

Richard instinctively wanted to deny it, but when he met those pitch-black eyes, it felt like his throat was being choked, and in the end he could only nod: "Yes."

Luo Zhiming suddenly laughed, a very soft and cold laugh.

"OK."

"You've got guts."

"No prior notice, no invitation, just placing goods on my Xinliansheng's territory? Poisoning my employees? Disrupting my business?"

He jumped to his feet and shouted, "Glory!"

"Brother Luo!" Huihuang's eyes blazed with fury. "I'm taking the security team to wreck their place!"

"Are you looking for death?" Luo Zhiming retorted angrily.

Huihuang was taken aback: "Brother Luo, aren't we just former gangsters?"

"You're a total thug!" Luo Zhiming kicked over a chair. "You're now the executive director of Xinliansheng! A senior executive of a listed company! A multi-millionaire!"

He took a step closer, his voice hushed: "Tell me, which Hong Kong billionaire goes out on the streets with a knife every day? Which tycoon's wife and children live in a mansion on The Peak, while he goes to Yau Ma Tei to fight with knives?"

"If you die, who gets the money? Who gets your wife? Will your kids be calling someone else 'Dad'?"

"Have you ever thought about which man will sleep with your wife, beat your children, and spend all the money you've earned in your life?"

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Huihuang's face turned ashen, and his lips twitched: "—It can't be that bad, can it?"

Luo Zhiming sneered, pointed to the door, and said, "Go ahead, go and fight to the death right now, I won't stop you."

Huihuang lowered his head, his voice trembling: "I was wrong—"

Luo Zhiming looked around, his tone suddenly turning serious: "Remember, we are no longer a gang."

"We are rich."

"Rich people are particular about manners; they play by the rules, not by violence."

He paused, then suddenly asked, "Do you know how Suanbao's wife is doing lately?"

No one answered.

"Her body is barely cold, and her suitors are already lining up all the way to Causeway Bay." He scoffed. "So what if she's a wealthy widow, and her ex-husband was a triad boss? Who's going to keep her a widow's life?"

Huihuang's face turned green as he listened, as if he could see his wife being fawned over by a group of young men after he died.

Luo Zhiming stared at him: "If you dare to bring people to cause trouble, I'll have Brother Chang deal with you personally."

"No, no, no!" Huihuang quickly waved his hands, "Brother Chang is old, don't disturb his rest, I really know I was wrong—"

Luo Zhiming glared at him, too lazy to curse anymore.

"Good to know."

Huihuang scratched his head, looking aggrieved: "Are we just going to let it go like this? Can you really swallow this insult?"

Luo Zhiming's lips curled into a sinister smile as he turned to Richard, his voice as soft as a viper's hiss: "Richard, I was actually quite looking forward to the Golden Club."

"Now—"

He leaned down, his eyes piercingly sharp: "You've angered me."

"Dare to sell drugs on my turf?"

"Dare to poison my people?"

"What audacity!"

"I'm telling you, the Chung Ching Society is finished!!"

Richard verbally agreed, but secretly rolled his eyes and sneered inwardly.

Chung Ching Society? They're like mad dogs that have emerged in the last two years. They're ruthless, precise, and fast. Even old-school gangs have to give them a wide berth.

The four crabs from the Ding family were clinging to each other tightly, like an iron plate. Anyone who tried to touch them was practically banging their head against the wall.

Want to bring down Chung Ching Society? It's as difficult as climbing to the sky!

But he was more than happy for Xinliansheng to fight Zhongqingshe—ideally, to fight them to the death so he could use them as a tool to kill and vent his anger.

Luo Zhiming glanced at him, a mocking smile playing on his lips: "Richard, you have no idea how powerful money can be."

Before he finished speaking, he lightly pressed the brass bell on the armrest of the executive chair, and it rang out crisply.

He Jiaju pushed open the door and entered, his leather shoes clicking on the floor, his voice crisp and clear: "Brother Luo, give your orders."

Luo Zhiming didn't even lift his eyelids: "On behalf of the group, go to the West Kowloon Headquarters—donate 30 million to the police force."

"Thirty million?!" Huihuang's pupils contracted, and he almost jumped up from the sofa. "We're—giving money to the cops?!"

"Shut up." Luo Zhiming gave him a cold glance. "We are legitimate businessmen now, with money in our hands and responsibilities on our shoulders."

"We create jobs, they maintain order; it's a win-win situation, understand?"

His tone turned serious: "If you can't even understand this simple principle, I'll have Brother Chang teach you how to be a person."

Huihuang immediately shrank back: "Brother Luo, don't call my parents. I understand now, I'll understand right away."

Ho Ka-kui asked steadily, "Then—what's the pretext for donating this money?" Lok Chi-ming raised his hand, his fingertip pointing directly at Richard: "Isn't the perfect reason right here?"

"The Chung Ching Society members were illegally selling flour in my company, which caused my employees to become infected with drugs, creating widespread panic."

As the victimized company, we request the police to uphold justice and restore a clean business environment for us.

He paused, then slowly added, "Twenty million isn't enough, add another ten or thirty million, not a penny less."

"Thirty million taels of silver!" Ho Ka-kui's eyes widened slightly, then he asked, "Moving the group's funds?"

Luo Zhiming glanced at him sideways, as if he had heard a stupid question: "Otherwise what? Isn't this money we just 'raised'?"

Richard's heart sank, his blood freezing instantly. Using my money to slap me in the face?

He couldn't help but hiss, "The police won't listen to you! They won't get involved in this kind of thing!"

Luo Zhiming laughed, a laugh as if he were watching an ant struggling for its last breath.

"Haven't you seen police training?" he said flippantly. "West Kowloon just took down Han Chen's gang—the drug kingpin tycoons who had been entrenched in Tsim Sha Tsui for twenty years—and they were wiped out just like that."

"The new Chief Inspector Ho Chu is now in charge, and he has declared: drug dealers will not be allowed to establish a foothold in the West Kowloon area."

He leaned forward, lowering his voice: "I personally handed this message to Inspector Ho's desk—what do you think he'll do?"

Richard froze, cold sweat trickling down his spine.

He Chu ————

That ruthless character who dared to invite an ICAC commissioner into his car and drive him away in front of everyone at the ICAC building.

Rumor has it that the Security Bureau gave his approval, the Commissioner of Police tacitly approved, and even the Chief Secretary for Administration looked at him with new respect.

He rose to the position of Chief Inspector in his early thirties, his rank skyrocketing faster than a rocket—this kind of person is not someone he can afford to mess with.

Luo Zhiming turned to look at Huihuang: "Take 20 million and go see Jiang Tiansheng."

Huihuang was taken aback: "The leader of Hung Hing?"

"Hmm." Luo Zhiming picked up his teacup, blew on it, and said, "We're in business; we can't get our hands dirty."

"Club matters should naturally be resolved by the club itself."

Huihuang understood immediately and nodded repeatedly: "With the rise of the Chung Ching Society, the Hung Hing Society is the most restless."

Even if we remain silent, they'll have to start cleaning house first.

"Now that we're giving away 20 million in funding for free—wouldn't Hung Hing work with their lives on the line?"

He changed the subject, a hint of hesitation in his voice: "But—isn't it inappropriate to give company money to criminal gangs?"

Luo Zhiming chuckled: "It's not like we paid for this."

His gaze was sharp as a knife, piercing Richard: "He did it."

Richard's mind went blank, and his vision went black. "I don't owe you any money!!" he practically shouted.

Luo Zhiming's face suddenly turned cold: "You had people produce flour on my turf and poison my employees. Shouldn't you pay compensation?"

"You even brought a miniature camera to frame me, shouldn't you compensate me?"

He tossed a piece of paper and a pen over, his voice leaving no room for argument: "Write down an IOU for twenty million."

"I've written it down, and this matter is now closed."

"You know the consequences if you don't write it down."

Richard's lips trembled, his fingers were icy cold, and he finally took the pen and paper with a trembling hand.

After writing a line of text, he felt as if his soul had been drained away.

He didn't know how he got out of the Xinliansheng Building.

The sunlight was blinding, the streets were bustling, but all he could hear was the crow's repeated cawing: "It's over! It's over! It's over!"

He's finished.

But the Golden Club isn't over yet.

They suffered a crushing defeat in their last operation, but they did not fall.

This group of people are playing a game of getting something for nothing; if they fail once, they just switch tables and start over.

Soon, they came back stronger.

The only thing that really hurt them was the money laundering line, which had been largely cut off.

Back then, He Chu made a precise attack on the stock market, forcing a large number of traders and bank executives to commit suicide to apologize, resulting in a loss of 70% of his talent.

However, the top management of the Gold Club reacted extremely quickly, rapidly replacing them with new people, reassembling the machine, and restarting the money-printing mode.

Richard, however, remained in his original position.

Find a club or organization to make money.

He worked himself to the bone to raise 30 million, thinking he could finally shake off those mad dogs from Xinliansheng. But what happened?

Not only were they beaten black and blue, but they also incurred a debt of 20 million, pushing Chung Ching Society into the eye of the storm!

Snapped!

Richard slapped himself across the face, the pain stinging.

"You fucking have to go through all this trouble, don't you?"

"Feeling good now? Enjoying yourself? You'll be starving then!"

Ultimately, it was because he couldn't swallow his anger.

As a senior superintendent of the Political Department, a direct descendant of the Zu family, his status is so noble that even Sir Li has to treat him with respect. Which triad in Hong Kong dares to breathe loudly in front of him?

But he ended up falling into Luo Zhiming's hands.

That Xinliansheng leader, who was originally just a street thug, dared to repeatedly humiliate him!

More than once, more than twice, they slapped me in the face cleanly and decisively, without giving me a chance to fight back!

He's here today to repay the money.

But more importantly, they came to seek revenge.

Miniature cameras are hidden in sleeves, their lenses pointed at every inch of the room—you say you're on the right path? Fine, I'll use the most honorable means to nail you to the pillar of shame!

Who would have thought—

Luo Zhiming was even more ruthless and cunning than he had imagined!

She's incredibly perceptive; she even saw through his little tricks beforehand!

Richard felt a chill run down his spine; amidst his fear and trepidation, he also felt a strange sense of relief.

Fortunately, this person took over late! If Lin Yaochang had stepped down a few years earlier and Luo Zhiming had taken over Xinliansheng, I would probably have been killed long ago, and my body would not even know where it was buried!

He gave a bitter laugh.

It’s over.

This guy is determined to fight him to the death.

Upon calming down and thinking about it, the problem really did lie with him.

He personally hired someone to set up the bombing; although Ah Tian was punished by Luo Zhiming's family rules, the blame was still placed on him.

"I can't live like this anymore!"

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