Hong Kong variety show: This gangster is so wicked he's practically wicked.

Chapter 86 I have never touched money, and I am not interested in money.

After Gao Qiang finished speaking, all the reporters looked towards the police station entrance.

Inspectors Qiu Gang'ao and Zhang Chongbang from the West Kowloon Regional Crime Unit, who were in charge of the case, stood with their arms crossed, their faces as black as the bottom of a pot.

Good will always prevail over evil.

Your evil has already overshadowed the righteous.

It's pressed down hard!

Taking advantage of the interruption during the interview, Cao Dahua quickly switched to the next reporter.

A male reporter standing at the front raised his hand and said, "According to the Yau Ma Tei Police Station, when the butcher was brought in on that rainy night..."

"His body was covered in blood, his tendons in his hands and feet were severed, and his testicles were missing."

"Did you resort to vigilante justice to vent your anger?"

Gao Qiang coughed lightly, already prepared for this: "No."

"He was already like that when we arrived."

"I've heard that these psychopathic killers have masochistic tendencies. Maybe the Rainy Night Killer has that kind of fetish?"

The reporter quickly retorted, "Even if he had self-harm tendencies, he wouldn't sever his Achilles tendons or crush his genitals, would he?"

Gao Qiang looked at him with a smile: "It seems this gentleman has a deep prejudice against people with triad backgrounds!"

Have you ever met a psychopathic serial killer? Have you ever been a psychopathic serial killer?

"If you want to sue me, then produce the evidence!"

"The police station is right in front of you; you can call the police and arrest me anytime."

"But if you're simply discriminating against people with triad backgrounds, I have nothing to say."

Gao Qiang used the same tactics against him.

After he finished speaking, the entire room fell silent.

Gao Qiang has put such a huge label on them, who dares to say a word in rebuttal?

Admitting to discrimination against people with triad backgrounds means that hundreds of thousands of gangsters on Hong Kong Island could drown you with their spittle.

Gao Qiang tugged at his black jacket, casually pointed to a reporter in the audience, and said seriously, "That's a good question!"

"In recent months, Hong Kong Island has been gripped by fear and unease due to the 'Rainy Night Butcher' incident."

"As a socially responsible entrepreneur, I see this and I am deeply concerned."

"I spent a week conducting massive analysis, spent a lot of money, and did countless inferences."

"Finally, the Rain Night Butcher's activity range has been narrowed from Hong Kong Island to Yau Ma Tei."

"Then I mobilized all the owners of the powerful property and contacted everyone in the community."

"After searching the entire Yau Ma Tei area, a bounty of HK$500,000 was offered for information on the suspect."

"Finally, with the help of the police, they overcame numerous difficulties and successfully captured the Rain Night Butcher."

Gao Qiang started making a big show of himself, and several reporters who had been paid to do so quickly applauded.

The reporter who was accused realized what was happening, looked around, and seemed puzzled.

Who asked this question?

It seems like no one asked any questions.

Was he pointing at me just now?

Wow, that's good.

Asking and answering your own questions, talking to yourself, right?

Gao Qiang felt relieved when he saw that someone was clapping along.

Those who take money but don't do anything, and even go against the grain, can only be offered an invincible ride on a whirlwind.

"That world-class goal scorer—no, Miss Haimimi—has a question."

Cao Dahua spotted a familiar face in the crowd.

At that moment, he was staring at someone's breasts with a lewd and perverted expression.

Thank you.

A woman wearing a low-cut V-neck fitted long T-shirt, revealing a deep, fair cleavage, and with a somewhat mixed-race appearance, raised her hand.

She glanced at the prepared question: "Mr. Gao, what was your initial motivation for founding Qiangsheng Property?"

"Is this an attempt to whitewash one's image and get out of trouble?"

"I heard that the hostage and Gao Sheng have a grudge against each other."

"How much money did you get for this hostage rescue?"

Gao Qiang glanced at Cao Dahua and was secretly delighted.

This is an easy question.

Even ATV's top female reporter was bribed; Ah-da has some skills.

Gao Qiang looked at Hai Mimi and smiled, "First of all, I want to say that there are good people among gangsters, and gangsters can also love Hong Kong."

"I will not stand idly by just because the hostages have a grudge against me."

"Secondly, my original intention in creating Qiangsheng Property was to better and more professionally serve property owners and the people of Hong Kong Island."

"As for the issue of collecting money, apart from the property management fee, we haven't taken a single penny."

Gao Qiang looked around at everyone and raised his hand: "Making money is just a result; it is by no means the purpose of my founding a property management company."

"After founding Qiangsheng Property, I have never touched money; I have no interest in money."

Cao Dahua was taken aback and turned to look at Gao Qiang.

When he saw Gao Qiang's serious expression, he almost burst out laughing. He quickly pretended to wipe his mouth with his hand to cover his upturned lips.

Gao Qiang deliberately left two questions unanswered, while his mind was on Hai Mimi.

Who made her so big, so white, and so round?

It seems there's also a police inspector uncle?

Anyway, I don't remember it very clearly.

At this point, the power of money finally came into play.

The reporters who had given the money exchanged glances, then led the applause, and everyone followed suit, the applause thundering.

Gao Qiang gestured for the reporters to stop.

"Ada, Aji."

Gao Qiang called out, and two people stood behind him. The three of them exchanged glances.

Gao Qiang led the shouts: "Choose a property management company? Come to Temple Street, look for Qiangsheng!"

"I am Gao Qiang, and I speak for myself."

The reporters in the audience stared wide-eyed at Gao Qiang on stage in astonishment.

What is he doing?

"Thinking from the homeowners' perspective!"

Cao Dahua agreed verbally, and with a swish, he unrolled the scroll.

The scroll reads "Thinking from the homeowner's perspective."

"Addressing the urgent needs of homeowners!"

Seeing Cao Dahua reveal the scroll, Ah Ji reluctantly shouted in agreement.

He also unrolled a scroll in his hand that read "Addressing the urgent needs of homeowners".

"Qiangsheng Property!"

After saying that, Gao Qiang unrolled the last roll.

Reporters from all the media outlets were moved.

A gangster died in front of the police station?

Is the world crazy?

Fortunately, the cameraman who was working with the reporter didn't lose focus and used his camera and video camera to record this absurd scene.

Qiu Gang'ao and Zhang Chongbang, watching the arrogant Gao Qiang on stage, gritted their teeth and vowed to prove themselves.

The two had barely formed this idea when the phone rang: "Let's get started!"

"In the early hours of last night, wealthy businessman Huo Zhaotang was kidnapped in his villa."

The two exchanged a glance and nodded in acknowledgment: "Understood."

The two then rushed back to the West Kowloon Regional Headquarters for a meeting.

Gao Qiang, on the other hand, refused all individual interviews with reporters, leaving only Hai Mimi's phone number.

"Old He, what do you think?"

Inside Li Ji Tea Restaurant.

An old man pointed at the television, looking at Mr. He's slightly twitching lips with a mocking expression.

Mr. He regained his composure and said seriously, "As I said before, this is a tactic used by gangsters to whitewash their image."

"That Gao Qiang is indeed a smart man."

"But black can't be white, a gangster is a gangster."

He has learned a lot of knowledge and read a lot of books.

But it also stifled his thoughts.

"Tch~"

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An old man who used to be at odds with Mr. He waved his hand and said, "You old rascal, you're so old-fashioned."

"I'm just asking you, was the 'Rainy Night Butcher' caught by Qiangsheng Property Management?"

Mr. He gently put down his teacup: "So what if they are? Their motives are impure!"

The old man's lips twitched slightly, and he glared at him: "I don't have time to waste with you guys, I'm going to find Qiangsheng Property Management to help unclog the toilet."

"I heard their fees are standardized and half the market price."

"And apart from relationships, everything else can be fixed."

After saying that, the old man got up and left.

The remaining elderly men exchanged glances, then slapped their thighs: "Old He, let's go ask Qiangsheng Property Management if they charge ordinary citizens for property management services?"

"Do you want to go take a look?"

Father He picked up the teacup on the table, took a sip, and shook his head: "This child is beyond redemption."

"Tch, what a show-off!" Several old men turned and left.

Ignoring them, Father He turned back to the television, staring at Gao Qiang, muttering to himself, "No wonder Amin spoke well of him."

"He's so handsome, tall and strong, dressed neatly and properly, and speaks very politely and logically."

"With such good qualities, it's a waste for him not to become a movie star but a gangster."

"Even if you become a fishmonger, I'll still allow Amin to date you."

"The only exception is the Young and Dangerous type."

When he was in school, he was a bookworm, unable to lift a finger or carry anything.

Therefore, he was always bullied by gangsters who demanded protection money from him, forced him to do his homework, and even stole his crush.

Mr. Ho's hatred for the gangsters runs deep.

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