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STATUS: Completed
Novel Summary
Lin Feng traveled through Hong Kong movies to become a subordinate of Hongxing Liangkun and obtained the intelligence system.
Intelligence system, what the hell?
[Ding, today's information is updated.]
[Economy (White): A wallet worth $10,000 was accidentally dropped into a rubbish bin at the corner of a unit in Mong Kok.]
Crime (White): 30,000 yuan in cash left by Liu Jianming was found in a unit in Tsim Sha Tsui. This was one of his safe houses.
Sports (White): The confirmed third prize numbers for this Mark Six lottery draw are 1, 7, 33, 40, and 45, with a value of NT$19,000.
Relying on the daily updated intelligence system, he rose to prominence, was able to make things happen with a wave of his hand and overlook the world!
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Chapter 1 – No Chapter 1
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Chapter 2 Today I want to set off firecrackers
"Ding, today's intelligence refresh."
"Economy (White): A wallet accidentally dropped by someone in a trash can on the corner of a unit in Mong Kok, worth ten thousand dollars."
"Crime (White): Three hundred thousand dollars in cash left by Lau Kin-ming in a unit in Tsim Sha Tsui. This is one of his safe houses."
"Sports (White): This period's Mark Six confirmed third-prize numbers are 1, 7, 33, 40, 45, worth nineteen thousand dollars."
Lin Feng pouted slightly. His luck wasn't good today; all three intelligence messages were white.
The intelligence system awakened after he transmigrated.
Three messages would refresh daily after midnight. These messages weren't fixed and were categorized into crime, technology, strategy, economy, sports, and so on.
Importance was distinguished by color: white, blue, purple, orange, red.
What he could get was purely up to luck.
Unfortunately, Lin Feng's luck today was clearly not great; all were messages of average value according to the system.
However, Lin Feng was very dissatisfied.
Today's haul wasn't great.
This economic message was directly passed; nothing to say. He'd check it when he patrolled later, and if usable, he'd give it away.
Lau Kin-ming's safe house, now that was interesting.
Just for this message, Lin Feng had to have a drink—no, go buy some strings of firecrackers.
He acted on the thought immediately!
Lin Feng directly called out:
"Xiao Fu!"
Li Fu poked his head in and walked in.
Lin Feng thumped the table and said:
"Go to the store and buy me ten-thousand-shot firecrackers, I want to set them off!"
He casually threw over some money.
"Bang!"
Li Fu caught it smoothly and carefully placed it on the table.
"Boss, I have some here."
Lin Feng shot him a glance:
"Besides your daily food and drink, all your money is sent back to your Mainland for your mom to build a house. What money do you have on you?"
"You're my subordinate. If you don't have money on you, aren't you embarrassing me?"
Li Fu smiled with simple honesty.
"Boss, you give me twenty thousand every month. I've never seen so much money when I was in my Mainland."
Lin Feng scoffed.
"We come out to make money."
"If we're not making money, why would we risk our lives?"
Li Fu asked blankly:
"Are we in danger?"
Why didn't he feel it?
Lin Feng couldn't be bothered with him:
"Go, go, go, go!"
"Hurry up and go!"
Li Fu was about to turn and leave when Lin Feng suddenly added:
"I heard that someone accidentally dropped a very valuable wallet in a trash can on the corner of a unit. Bring it back for me when you buy the firecrackers."
Li Fu nodded in agreement:
"Don't worry, Boss."
Suddenly, he hesitated:
"If Boss Ding asks, how should I answer?"
Lin Feng cursed:
"Brother Kun wouldn't ask about such a thing."
Li Fu offered a different opinion:
"Boss, you're Brother Kun's top enforcer, he cares a lot."
"Besides, you've made him so much money, he practically dotes on you."
Lin Feng roared:
"I'm happy, I want to set off firecrackers for fun, what's it to you?"
Li Fu immediately dared not speak and quickly scurried off to do the task.
Lin Feng sullenly lit a cigarette.
As a transmigrator, things weren't always smooth sailing.
The unsatisfactory part was his predecessor!
Lin Feng didn't transmigrate physically; he transmigrated spiritually.
The moment he woke up, he was lying in a back-alley clinic.
At that time, Liang Kun was tightly gripping his hand.
The original owner was Liang Kun's top enforcer. When he followed Liang Kun to fight, he took a knife for him, otherwise Liang Kun would have died!
Inheriting the original owner's memories, he discovered this was a hard-luck person, not only an illegitimate child, but his mother also passed away from illness when he was seven.
The original owner became a wanderer.
As for the illegitimate child's father, he never cared for him, not even sending anyone to inquire.
The original owner hated him to the bone.
However, it was very difficult for a small child to survive. It was Liang Kun who took him under his wing and gave him food.
When Liang Kun joined Hung Hing and became part of the Triad, the original owner also followed him into the underworld.
Their bond was not something ordinary people could compare to.
Otherwise, the original owner wouldn't have exchanged his life for Liang Kun's, sacrificing himself to take a knife.
It was indeed a life for a life!
The original owner had already died. If Lin Feng hadn't transmigrated and replaced the original owner's soul, this body wouldn't have been able to stand up.
A transmigrator must have a golden finger.
Lin Feng's golden finger was the intelligence system, and it was also thanks to the system expending a large amount of energy to repair his body, otherwise Lin Feng would probably have been paralyzed in bed for life.
Lin Feng stood up, stretched a big yawn, and felt refreshed.
He looked at his wrist, ah, it was already six in the evening.
"This is the life a Young and Dangerous person should have."
Lin Feng sauntered downstairs and immediately met Liang Kun.
"Ah Feng, why did you send Xiao Fu to buy firecrackers?"
Lin Feng's mouth dropped open:
"Brother Kun, are you a ghost of geography? You know about things like this too?"
Liang Kun lightly patted him.
"I'm worried about you!"
"Going to eat later?"
Lin Feng immediately said:
"You're the Big Boss, you're treating!"
Liang Kun said speechlessly:
"You're also a big boss of a Triad in Mong Kok, you won't even pay for this little bit of money?"
Lin Feng shook his head directly:
"I'm not short on that money, but you're my Big Boss. When we eat together, how can the younger brother pay the bill?"
Liang Kun was helpless and could only say:
"Alright, alright, I'll pay."
Lin Feng beamed:
"Then I'll have to eat more."
Liang Kun was speechless:
"Ambition!"
Lin Feng defended himself:
"Only by being diligent and frugal can one become rich."
"When someone else treats, the food tastes better!"
Liang Kun was even more helpless. In terms of money-making ability, if Lin Feng said he was second, no one in the entire Hung Hing would dare say they were first.
Lin Feng's way of dealing with people was as generous as Liang Kun's.
But there was one point that gave Liang Kun an extra headache: whenever he was with Lin Feng, he always ended up paying the bill.
According to Lin Feng, if Liang Kun weren't Lin Feng's Big Boss, he wouldn't even come to eat.
Lin Feng's face was as good as money.
The two didn't go to a restaurant specifically for Triad bosses like Arrogance Restaurant; they ate at a dai pai dong, very down-to-earth.
While they were eating, their mouths full of grease, Xiao Fu returned, carrying a box of firecrackers.
"Brother Feng, should we set them off now?"
Lin Feng motioned for him to sit:
"No hurry, no hurry, we'll set them off later."
Liang Kun asked curiously:
"Did you win the grand prize? Are you that happy?"
Lin Feng sneered:
"I'm even happier than winning the grand prize."
Liang Kun and Li Fu exchanged glances, both confused as to why Lin Feng was like this.
Lin Feng slowly said:
"The firecrackers have been bought; they'll be set off when the time is right."
Liang Kun laughed and cursed:
"So mysterious."
The three were eating when suddenly the surroundings quieted down. The three were quite sensitive to this and all looked up to see a curly-haired man appear before them.
Following him was a short, winter melon-shaped fellow. This person smiled with a simple, honest look, making people think he was a good-natured old man.
Liang Kun exclaimed:
"Hon Sam?!"
However, Hon Sam wasn't the main person. Behind him was a refined man wearing glasses, who looked utterly scholarly at first glance.
The scholarly man looked at the three:
"Don't misunderstand. My old man left a dying wish that when he passed away, this news must be conveyed to all family members."
Liang Kun and Li Fu both looked at Lin Feng, their expressions changing. Lin Feng was actually Ngai Kun's son!
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Chapter 3: My damn dad has to hold a few banquets, right?
Everyone looked at Lin Feng.
Lin Feng, one of Hung Hing's rising Triad cadres, was a top enforcer under Liang Kun, the Mong Kok branch leader, and shared a life-or-death bond with him.
There were rumors that he was highly favored by several Hung Hing bigwigs.
It was just unexpected that his Old Man was Ngai Kun of Tsim Sha Tsui.
Lin Feng burst into laughter, tears streaming down his face:
"That's truly some damn good news!"
Curly Hair frowned slightly, unable to resist looking at Ngai Wing-hau, who subtly shook his head.
Lin Feng excitedly slapped the table and said to Liang Kun:
"Brother Kun, later we'll go to Arrogance Restaurant and hold a few banquets!"
"I'm so damn happy."
Liang Kun was happy for him.
"That's right, if Old Man dies, we definitely should hold a few banquets."
Curly Hair couldn't hold back and wanted to act, but Ngai Wing-hau stopped him again:
"He's just speaking the truth."
Curly Hair's eyes widened.
Hon Sam whispered:
"Liang Kun's Old Man was personally cut down by him."
Curly Hair immediately fell silent, completely stunned.
How much of a beast must someone be to kill his own Old Man?
Lin Feng stood up and motioned for Ngai Wing-hau and the others to sit down:
"Thank you for bringing me such good news. Please sit down quickly. Eat whatever you want, drink whatever you want."
"It's all on me!"
Ngai Wing-hau and the others didn't move.
The crowd at the dai pai dong was overjoyed, and someone shouted loudly:
"Thank you, Brother Feng."
Lin Feng became even happier. He said to Li Fu:
"Xiao Fu, light up the stuff I told you to prepare!"
Li Fu didn't waste words. He immediately dragged out a box and, under the horrified gaze of Ngai Wing-hau and the others, lit the firecrackers!
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang.
The firecrackers boomed, paper scraps flew, and gunpowder smoke filled the air.
Lin Feng was deeply intoxicated by the smell. Amidst the deafening sound of firecrackers, he shouted loudly:
"I've been waiting for this day since I was seven years old, a full thirteen years."
"Today, it has finally arrived!"
"Heaven truly has eyes!"
This was not Lin Feng's true emotion; it was the original body's obsession.
With Ngai Kun's death, and Lin Feng handling the matter so openly, the original body's obsession dissipated.
Lin Feng felt a lightness all over, a sense of complete relief and comfort.
Thus, he became even happier.
Everyone could feel Lin Feng's joy.
Only Ngai Wing-hau's fists were tightly clenched.
Curly Hair immediately couldn't hold back and stepped forward, ready to teach Lin Feng a lesson.
How could Li Fu let him?
The two immediately clashed with a flurry of blows.
Boom!
Even a string of ten thousand firecrackers, no matter how continuous, eventually burns out.
At that exact moment, Li Fu delivered a roundhouse kick, sending Curly Hair flying in front of Lin Feng.
Liang Kun clapped his hands and said:
"Xiao Fu's moves are even more impressive now. I suppose Prince can't beat you anymore, can he?"
Li Fu shook his head:
"Unless it's a fight to the death, I can't beat him."
Liang Kun gave a thumbs up—Prince was known as the Hung Hing God of War, and Li Fu's combat prowess was comparable to Prince's. This subordinate's fighting ability was truly formidable!
Lin Feng grabbed Curly Hair, pulled him close, and said in a voice only the two of them could hear:
"Kid, as a police undercover agent, how dare you stand up for Ngai Wing-hau like this?"
Curly Hair's pupils suddenly dilated, though his face showed no expression.
Lin Feng didn't mind:
"I won't expose you. I'm really looking forward to you overturning The Ni Family."
"A friendly reminder: what Ngai Wing-hau wants to do most right now is find the murderer of Ngai Kun. Don't you dare be clever and send wrong information to Lu Qichang!"
Before Curly Hair could react, Lin Feng kicked him hard, sending Luo Ji flying.
Thud!
Luo Ji groaned as his body hit the ground.
Hon Sam stepped forward to check on him, his expression changing:
"Ah Xiao, Ah Kai's ribs are broken."
Ngai Wing-hau gave Lin Feng a deep look, then pursed his lips and said:
"This was Old Man's dying wish, and I have delivered it."
"Let's go!"
The Ni Family arrived suddenly and left in a hurry.
Lin Feng burst into laughter.
Liang Kun watched Ngai Wing-hau and the others walk away before saying:
"Did you know this was going to happen all along?"
Lin Feng said coldly:
"Brother Kei called me yesterday and mentioned something."
Liang Kun was surprised:
"Brother Kei? Baji? What did he want?"
Lin Feng explained:
"Don't we control the channel for smuggling arcade circuit boards from Okamoto?"
"Baji wanted me to persuade Brother Kun to approve a few more machines for him."
Liang Kun asked curiously:
"Why didn't you tell me?"
Lin Feng asked in return:
"Would you have approved it?"
Liang Kun said as a matter of course:
"Definitely not!"
Lin Feng rolled his eyes:
"Then why would I tell you? I directly rejected Brother Kei then and there."
Liang Kun chuckled:
"Truly a good brother!"
Lin Feng continued:
"Brother Kei told me something strange: Ngai Wing-hau, the new head of The Ni Family, brought Hon Sam, Luo Ji, and others to the vicinity of Wong Chuk Hang Police Academy."
Liang Kun was puzzled:
"What did they go there for?"
Lin Feng said mockingly,
"To inform someone of Ngai Kun's death."
Liang Kun suddenly understood:
"Is that person also Ngai Kun's illegitimate son?"
Lin Feng nodded:
"Right!"
Liang Kun suddenly realized:
"So you knew Ngai Wing-hau would definitely come looking for you?"
"And you deliberately set off firecrackers in front of them?"
Lin Feng said mockingly:
"Everyone in the jianghu knows what Ngai Kun did."
"Ngai Wing-hau came so ostentatiously, practically wishing everyone knew I was connected to them."
"He has ill intentions."
Lin Feng pulled out a Camel cigarette and offered it to Liang Kun. Li Fu, being perceptive, lit them both.
"Triads are inherently involved in illicit businesses, but drug trafficking, firearms, and counterfeit money are extreme even among illicit trades."
"We get into this for money. Engaging in illicit business is a last resort."
"Doesn't Sai B often say, one foot in jail, one foot in hell?"
"Drug trafficking, firearms, counterfeit money—one hundred percent, you won't come to a good end."
"Ngai Kun was powerful, wasn't he?"
"At his peak, he controlled the entire drug trafficking business in Tsim Sha Tsui."
"Even Tung Sing couldn't touch him."
"The police couldn't do anything about them either."
"And now? Wasn't he executed in an execution-style manner?"
"Those who do this kind of work don't come to a good end."
Liang Kun's body trembled slightly.
Lin Feng looked at Liang Kun and asked curiously:
"Brother Kun, why are you shaking?"
Liang Kun forced a smile and said:
"It's nothing."
Lin Feng acted as if he hadn't noticed Liang Kun's strangeness, gazing at the starry sky and saying leisurely:
"Getting into this is definitely for money."
"No one has an issue with money."
"It's just that there are thousands of ways to make money. Anyone who wants to earn money through these means truly deserves to die."
Liang Kun composed himself, then laughed and cursed:
"You make it sound like money is so easy to earn."
Lin Feng laughed heartily:
"Of course money isn't easy to earn, but it's different if you know the ropes."
He patted his chest,
"Let's go!"
"Let's go make some money!"
Liang Kun immediately became interested:
"You really have a way?"
Lin Feng said as a matter of course:
"Of course I have a way."
Liang Kun was overjoyed:
"Then what are we waiting for?"
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Chapter 4: The opportunity was given to you, but you turned it down
Liang Kun was very excited.
Although Lin Feng didn't seem educated, his methods for making money were top-notch.
Arcade games were the most popular trend in Hong Kong now, a super-profitable business.
As long as one could master the computer version of arcade games, it was like holding the key to wealth.
Coincidentally, all the arcade games in Hong Kong were currently controlled by the Mong Kok branch of Hung Hing.
This idea was proposed by Lin Feng, and Liang Kun had made a lot of money from it, which also caused the status of the Mong Kok branch to skyrocket among the various Hung Hing branches.
In addition, Lin Feng had all sorts of ingenious ideas that greatly impressed Liang Kun.
Lin Feng wasn't interested in doing other things, but he was very interested in making money.
And coincidentally, Liang Kun was the same.
But as they walked, Liang Kun felt something was off.
"Ah Feng, aren't we going to get rich?"
Lin Feng nodded, saying:
"That's right!"
Liang Kun didn't know whether to laugh or cry:
"But why have we come to the Jockey Club lottery ticket office?"
Lin Feng answered as a matter of course:
"That's right, the jackpot for this period's Mark Six is as high as 100 million."
"That's 100 million!"
Liang Kun was speechless and very disappointed.
"To buy Mark Six?"
Lin Feng smiled and said:
"Brother Kun, don't say your brother isn't looking out for you."
"I've picked five numbers; just dragging them once will easily get tens of millions."
"Do you want to follow?"
Liang Kun kept shaking his head:
"Forget it, forget it, I won't follow."
Lin Feng rolled his eyes:
"You'll definitely regret it, I guarantee it!"
If it were other matters that Lin Feng had connections to resolve, Liang Kun would believe him.
But for Lin Feng to have connections within the Jockey Club's Mark Six, Liang Kun absolutely wouldn't believe it!
Liang Kun waved his hand:
"Let's go, let's go!"
Lin Feng said seriously:
"Brother Kun, trust me, it's definitely a win."
Liang Kun retorted irritably:
"Even if it's a guaranteed win, I won't regret it."
"I'm leaving first to go see Mr. Chiang."
"I have to tell him about Ngai Wing-hau's actions today."
Lin Feng understood his thoughts:
"Are you afraid The Ni Family will set something up against me?"
Liang Kun said solemnly:
"You also said, they deal in powder, they kill people at the drop of a hat."
Lin Feng laughed:
"I'm not afraid of them."
Liang Kun sighed:
"You're not afraid, but I am!"
"You're my god of wealth."
Liang Kun suddenly felt a bit agitated.
"My temper is suddenly flaring up."
Lin Feng turned his head and walked away with Xiao Fu, completely ignoring Liang Kun.
Liang Kun laughed and cursed:
"You little brat!"
Watching Lin Feng and the other person walk away, a hint of tenderness appeared in Liang Kun's eyes, then he turned his head, his expression full of ferocity:
"Damn guys, you'd better not disturb Ah Feng's life, or I won't let you off!"
Liang Kun swaggered away.
Only then did Xiao Fu step forward and whisper to Lin Feng:
"Brother Feng, Brother Kun seems to be dealing powder."
Lin Feng glanced indifferently at Xiao Fu, who shivered and explained,
"I don't have proof, but Brother Kun's reaction really looks like he's dealing powder."
Lin Feng sighed slightly:
"I'll try to persuade him later."
"I can't just watch him walk to his doom."
"That stuff is a scourge, you must never touch it."
Li Fu quickly said:
"How could I touch that? In our Mainland, fifty grams of that stuff is enough to get you shot."
Lin Feng snorted coldly:
"Better not have."
Li Fu quickly swore:
"I will absolutely not touch that stuff; if I do, may I die a terrible death."
Lin Feng nodded slightly and strode forward.
Li Fu was stunned:
"Boss, are we really going to buy Mark Six?"
Lin Feng asked:
"I'm buying, are you going?"
Li Fu quickly said:
"Yes, definitely!"
Lin Feng secretly sighed.
This is what you call different fates for similar people.
Like Liang Kun, food was practically fed to his mouth and he wouldn't eat it.
Unlike Xiao Fu, who would unhesitatingly carry out whatever he said or did.
Lin Feng firmly remembered a lesson—eating alone is a big taboo.
Whenever there was a profitable business, he never ate alone.
Eating alone was indeed satisfying, but if you took all the benefits yourself, others would only be left envious.
In a Triad, it was easy to get ambushed.
You eat the meat, others must also drink the soup. Only then can it last long.
Of course, in a situation like today, even if Liang Kun found out later, he could only be secretly annoyed.
Lin Feng had already told him, but he didn't listen.
This is called not having the fate!
Lin Feng walked into the sales office and directly said:
"1, 7, 33, 40, 45 as main numbers, dragging all others. Multiply by a hundred."
The three-prize intelligence refreshed by the information system was only worth nineteen thousand, but with a slight modification, its value would increase by more than a hundredfold!
The attendant quickly printed it out:
"A total of forty-four thousand yuan."
Lin Feng swiped his card directly, and Li Fu was startled:
"Brother Feng, playing so big?"
Lin Feng smiled and said:
"The opportunity is given to you, whether to follow is up to you."
Li Fu said with a bitter face:
"I don't have that much money on me... I'll follow along, but no multiplying."
Lin Feng gave Li Fu twenty thousand in living expenses every month, which was definitely a high salary.
However, Li Fu was a filial son. He sent more than half of the living expenses Lin Feng gave him back to his Mainland, only keeping two or three thousand for himself. How could he dare to play like Lin Feng?
Even just following along without multiplying, it was still four hundred and forty yuan.
Li Fu's face was distorted with heartache.
Lin Feng found his expression amusing and laughed:
"Xiao Fu, wait until this drawing, and you'll know you won't lose!"
Xiao Fu gave an awkward smile.
In fact, he had the exact same thoughts as Liang Kun; although Lin Feng was incredibly capable, it was impossible to imagine him having connections within the Jockey Club.
Li Fu was just using this method to express his support for Lin Feng.
Lin Feng was too lazy to say more:
"Let's go, put away the lottery tickets, and let's go check out the various venues."
Li Fu nodded in agreement.
Yau Tsim Mong was a famous entertainment and consumption district in Hong Kong, and the shops here were completely different from Hong Kong Island.
Most of them were related to entertainment.
Such as bar streets, red-light districts... And because they were entertainment venues, mixing people often led to fights.
Coupled with the fact that countless Triad were stationed on a small street, it was truly impossible to move an inch without a strong figure protecting you.
Mong Kok was the main location of Hung Hing's branch, and Lin Feng, and even Li Fu, had high recognition here.
Shouts of "Brother Feng" and "Brother Fu" were incessant.
The two arrived at "Night Paris" and casually asked the manager for some drinks, but before they had a few sips, police officers came in to check IDs.
Initially, the two didn't pay it any mind.
Suddenly, there was a loud bang.
Lin Feng and Li Fu both stood up, turning to see that someone had started fighting.
A young man dressed very much like a street punk had cracked open the head of an plainclothes officer!
Li Fu was about to stand up and go stop them, but Lin Feng held him back:
"Call Superintendent Chan Yan-Kin of the West Kowloon Police Headquarters and report that his subordinate Ma Kwun inexplicably started fighting with my guests and smashed up the store."
"Call Jiang Chengyu and have his law firm send a barrister down."
Li Fu was astonished.
"Don't we need to stop them?"
Lin Feng said mockingly:
"They want to put on a show, so let's just watch for fun."
A show?
Watch for fun?
Li Fu was confused, then suddenly a light bulb went off, and he looked at the two people in the venue with horror.
Lin Feng immediately saw through their thoughts:
"Don't stir up trouble, stay away from police matters."
"We are legitimate businessmen."
Li Fu agreed, picked up his phone, and left the door.
Lin Feng watched the three people who still had the mind to drink with interest.
"The Vietnamese Three Brothers? They indeed have short and ugly faces."