Chapter 171: Why did the Golden Club want to kill Richard?
Liang Kun greatly admired Lin Feng's investment acumen, but being a money-grubber, he was also very responsible with his own finances.
Investing, making money from money, this is something every successful businessman does.
Different experiences, education, and abilities naturally lead to different investment perspectives.
Many of Lin Feng's investments seemed like child's play.
For example, at the time cable TV was becoming popular, he set his sights on a stock for a company that specialized in manufacturing outdoor TV antennas, and even dragged Liang Kun into investing with him.
What kind of counter-trend choice was that?
Liang Kun naturally refused.
Investing in such a stock would be a huge loss!
Then, he watched as Lin Feng invested 100,000 hong kong dollars, and the stock soared as if it had been injected with stimulants.
By the time Lin Feng closed his position, the 100,000 had turned into 800,000.
It was simply outrageous.
Liang Kun couldn't understand this operation at all, and he didn't want to delve into the details.
Such a speculative stock was too exaggerated. Even if Liang Kun knew it was a speculative stock, he wouldn't invest too much money.
However, with smuggling, his experience allowed him to easily distinguish good from bad.
After all, they also had smuggling in Mong Kok.
For example, arcade machines.
People almost all over the world liked this kind of thing.
Naturally, the demand was very high.
For example, in Taiwan, a normally shipped arcade machine was a unit of measurement. Those smuggled in could earn three times the money.
A money empire, indeed.
Liang Kun deeply knew that as long as it was handled well, smuggling was an extremely profitable business.
Coincidentally, compared to the two of them, Hon Ban of Kwai Tsing was the true king of smuggling.
With Hon Ban joining, this business could truly be done.
"How much money do we need to invest?"
Liang Kun was a bit impatient.
"Is ten million enough?"
Lin Feng rolled his eyes at him:
"I originally thought Benny would be more ambitious, but he's still a bit hesitant about my judgment and isn't planning to go that big from the start."
"He just wants to play around with tens of millions first."
Liang Kun was a little disappointed:
"Only tens of millions?"
"Then my investment limit would only be ten million at most, wouldn't it?"
"No, I have to go talk to him."
Liang Kun was truly wealthy and influential.
Honestly, among the Hung Hing hall masters, Liang Kun was considered good at business. When he fought, he always used his capital to hurt others.
His style of doing things was naturally very domineering.
With Lin Feng's intelligence assistance, Liang Kun's wealth was also among the top among the hall masters. He couldn't compare to Lin Feng, but among those who could compare to him, only Chiang Tin-Sung could steadily surpass him.
Even Hon Ban wouldn't dare say he could steadily beat him.
The reason Prince could stand firm in Tsim Sha Tsui was, frankly, because he was backed by two wealthy big shots, Liang Kun and Lin Feng.
Fighting means fighting for money, and this applies everywhere.
Lin Feng and Liang Kun were rich and willing to support him. Unless Prince was a good-for-nothing, he would definitely stand firm.
Lin Feng shrugged:
"You go ahead."
Liang Kun excitedly turned to leave, but after one step, he quickly came back:
"What's going on with that Foreigner, Richard?"
Lin Feng didn't hide it from Liang Kun:
"I used some tactics to create infighting within the Golden Club, so Richard was sanctioned."
Liang Kun was stunned:
"You used tactics to make them fight among themselves?"
Lin Feng shrugged:
"Struggles… they're very common."
Rewind to five o'clock that afternoon, Richard had been badly beaten by the ICAC people. The worst part was that he couldn't explain which bank check he hadn't signed.
This was a matter of life and death.
Old Sir asked gently:
"Richard, can you tell us which of these checks are fake?"
Richard was almost driven mad. He tremblingly pulled out his checkbook, trying his best to compare them, his face blank:
"This check is real?"
"Impossible!"
"How could it be real? The real ones are clearly with me, I haven't even touched them."
"The Club didn't give me orders to transfer this money, how could I have signed a check?"
Old Sir shook his head slightly:
"Richard, please go and rest for a while."
Richard suddenly sobered up and shouted:
"Sir, I didn't do this, I am loyal to you!"
However, the ICAC people had already taken him away.
Old Sir leaned back in his chair:
"This matter is unsettling. What do you all think?"
The Deputy Commissioner of the ICAC said unexpectedly:
"Richard didn't do this."
Old Sir said gently:
"I thought you would insist that Richard did it."
The Deputy Commissioner shook his head:
"I've seen too many people quibble. Honestly, after that treatment just now, even a man of steel couldn't endure it."
"Richard actually endured it, which is remarkable."
"He can be considered a tough guy."
"But that alone isn't enough."
"He can't distinguish the authenticity of the checks…"
"That's the big problem."
Old Sir frowned slightly:
"You mean, these checks were really signed by Richard?"
The Deputy Commissioner said decisively:
"No!"
Old Sir said with dissatisfaction:
"You're confusing me."
The Deputy Director of the Security Bureau then said:
"The Commissioner means that those signatures weren't signed by Richard; someone imitated Richard's signature."
"But Richard can't tell the difference, and that's a big problem."
"The other party is a master at imitating handwriting, capable of making fakes indistinguishable from the real thing."
"This time he can imitate Richard, what about next time?"
"What if he imitates the signatures of the three of us?"
"That's where the trouble lies."
Old Sir was startled and moved:
"You're right, Richard is nothing, but the person who imitated Richard's signature is the most crucial."
The Deputy Commissioner said:
"Richard is our frontman, he handles the initial money."
"His job easily offends people."
Both nodded in agreement at the same time.
Richard's job was not only easy to offend people, but he could easily be backstabbed if things went wrong.
However, this was the meaning of Richard's existence: he was a frontman and a firewall.
Others' hatred for the Golden Club stopped at Richard and wouldn't affect the three giants; this was the most important thing.
If the three giants had problems, then the trouble would be huge.
Poor Richard still thought the three giants valued him and even fantasized about becoming the Deputy Director of the Security Bureau. In fact, he hadn't realized that it wasn't an election year.
How could he become the Deputy Director of the Security Bureau?
Frankly, it was all a ploy.
The Deputy Director's face was grim:
"Richard was originally the firewall for the three of us, but now… the firewall has failed."
Old Sir couldn't believe it:
"You mean, we're already exposed to others?"
The Deputy Commissioner said with a wry smile:
"It should be."
"Withdrawing four hundred million at once from several banks, this is clearly a warning to us."
The amount of money has vastly different meanings in the eyes of different people.
To a beggar, a hundred hong kong dollars is a lot of money; he would lose sleep if he lost ten hong kong dollars out of distress.
To a Tycoon, a billion is also a lot of money; being blackmailed would only cause him pain for a while, nothing too serious.
To the Golden Club, four hundred million is certainly a lot of money. Having it forcibly stolen would also cause them pain—but only pain.
The three of them were all important figures who had seen the world. They instinctively sensed danger and shrewdly understood the unspoken message of the person who withdrew four hundred million at once—
A warning!
This was a highly targeted warning to the Golden Club.
To be able to deploy forty to fifty people at once, to act simultaneously, to make no mistakes, and to accurately find the banks where they laundered money... the other party's power was not much less than theirs—of course, this was purely calculated based on force.
For the other party to do such a thing, it clearly meant they had already figured out their background.
Withdrawing four hundred million, and also hitting their bottom line.
Four hundred million left them severely weakened, but it didn't reach the point of causing irreparable damage; at most, a year's profit was gone.
But the effect produced was enough to make them ponder.
Old Sir was completely baffled:
"Have the three of us ever offended such a ruthless fellow?"
The Deputy Director and the Deputy Commissioner shook their heads simultaneously.
The Deputy Commissioner said:
"If we absolutely had to say yes, it would definitely be a problem related to our professions."
"But there's one thing that doesn't make sense here—if it really was because of our positions that we offended someone, there would be no need for them to target the Golden Club."
"They could directly target individuals."
"In other words, it wasn't us who offended someone."
The Deputy Director also said:
"If we had offended someone, with their power—since they could get Richard's check information—they could naturally get ours too."
"Our authority in the Club is much higher than Richard's."
"Richard's account is special only because he's a front man."
"But the accounts of us three are inherently special."
Old Sir nodded slightly.
Indeed, their accounts were extremely special. How special?
They could be overdrawn!
Even if there wasn't enough money in their accounts, if the three of them had a need, they could use their respective bank credit.
They could even withdraw ten times their bank credit.
This was quite terrifying.
If the other party targeted the three of them, they could even paralyze the bank.
The Deputy Commissioner continued:
"All in all, this is impossible."
"It must be Richard who offended someone."
Old Sir frowned, his nasolabial folds deep.
"Richard would offend such a person?"
The Deputy Commissioner nodded:
"There are hidden talents among the people, and Richard does things that offend others."
"We recruited him, brought him to the Golden Club, precisely to have him handle things that are inconvenient for us to handle."
"Offending people, he's a professional."
"Otherwise, Richard would have no value."
These words were blunt, but they were also true.
Richard was a Foreigner, and a Senior Superintendent in the Political Department; even within the police force, he did things that offended people.
If he didn't offend people, the Golden Club would have no place for him.
The Golden Club looked grand, and its actual power was formidable, but there was one rule—no freeloaders.
This was a private club, and everyone was carefully selected by Old Sir, the Deputy Commissioner, and the Deputy Director.
They all contributed expertise in some area to the Club.
Richard's ability was to use his police identity to threaten Triads, then distribute goods and collect illicit money.
This was his mission.
Old Sir suddenly asked:
"Those people… do we know their background?"
It was the Deputy Director who answered:
"I used my connections and checked the surveillance footage immediately, finding some suspicious points."
A glint flashed in Old Sir's eyes:
"You found them?"
The Deputy Director chose his words carefully:
"I can't confirm their identity, but I saw the car they were in."
Old Sir asked curiously:
"Was the car very special?"
The Deputy Director nodded gravely:
"Very special. Those cars were originally meant to be shipped to Southeast Asia."
The Deputy Commissioner asked in surprise:
"Does Hong Kong still have car manufacturers? It shouldn't."
Car manufacturing was once hailed as the jewel in the crown of industry; building cars was not a simple matter, it required a long industrial chain.
How long? It could cover almost all disciplines of a science and engineering university.
Without a complete industrial chain, it couldn't be manufactured.
Hong Kong clearly didn't have these conditions; if it did, at best it would be assembly from imported parts.
"Hong Kong naturally doesn't have them; these cars weren't produced in Hong Kong either."
"To be honest, these cars were produced in Anglo-Saxon and then transported to Hong Kong."
"They shouldn't have been shipped to Southeast Asia."
"They are military vehicles."
Old Sir's body stiffened, and he said in alarm:
"Military vehicles?"
"Are you sure?"
The Deputy Director smiled bitterly and shook his head:
"Yes!"
"My men tracked them to a place and found it full of the target vehicles."
"As soon as we tried to inspect them, we were stopped by a group of fully armed men."
"If we weren't outnumbered, they might not have come back."
The Deputy Commissioner was incredulous:
"Are they really military vehicles?"
The Deputy Director nodded:
"Indeed."
The Deputy Commissioner frowned:
"Their little schemes aren't exactly a secret…"
Old Sir asked with interest:
"They also make extra money?"
The Deputy Commissioner wouldn't hide anything from Old Sir:
"Yes, they do!"
"Those who live by the mountains live off the mountains, and those who live by the water live off the water. They are the military, so they naturally find ways to profit from these things."
"Like reselling arms…"
"Intelligence shows that Johnny Wang's group, which suddenly rose this year, has close ties with them."
"The Garrison's so-called 'scrapped' military weapons all appear on Johnny Wang's supply list."
Old Sir laughed wryly, not commenting on the Anglo-Saxon Garrison's actions.
Making money… The pot shouldn't call the kettle black; everyone's the same.
"Can we confirm that this group is the Anglo-Saxon Garrison?"
The Deputy Commissioner and the Deputy Director exchanged glances, both feeling a buzzing in their heads.
After much thought, the Deputy Commissioner said:
"I can't say for sure, but they used military vehicles, there's no doubt about that."
"According to basic logical reasoning, it also proves one thing—even if the other party isn't the Anglo-Saxon Garrison, they have a very close relationship with the Garrison."
"If we get into a conflict with the Garrison, we won't fare well."
The three fell silent.
"How did Richard get into such big trouble? Of all people to provoke, he had to provoke the Anglo-Saxon Garrison?!"
Old Sir felt a headache coming on.
The Deputy Commissioner, however, offered a fair assessment:
"Richard might not have provoked the Garrison directly."
"It's very possible he provoked the Garrison's front men, or inadvertently disrupted their operations or something similar."
"They're just using this method to warn us."
"They didn't seem to intend to do anything extreme to Richard."
The Deputy Director said,
"Richard has been causing a lot of trouble recently. Lo Chung-lun, the Superintendent of the O-unit in Tsim Sha Tsui, was killed by Triad members he instructed."
"Not only that, he also arranged for Political Department personnel to shoot Chiang Tin-Sung of Hung Hing below the You Gu Qi Restaurant."
"Three of Chiang Tin-Sung's bodyguards died as a result, and he himself was shot in the arm."
"This enraged Hung Hing, who put out a bounty of 25 million hong kong dollars."
Old Sir frowned:
"We are the Golden Club. The reason we have existed for so many years is one word—stability."
"It's not wrong to be a bit arrogant in our dealings, but he wasn't told to make enemies everywhere."
"In such a short time, he offended two of the top ten Triads. If we gave him more time, wouldn't he offend all the Triads in the underworld?"
"If the other party draws the death lot and comes after us, what should we do?"
Old Sir hit the nail on the head, striking at the vital point of the other two.
They were in this business to make money; the Golden Club had always prioritized making money.
Fighting and killing were definitely not their interest.
What they wanted was to make money steadily.
"Richard crossed the line and caused irreparable losses to our Club. He should be punished according to the rules."
Old Sir delivered the final verdict on Richard's fate. The Deputy Director and the Deputy Commissioner exchanged glances, both in full agreement.
Rewarding merit and punishing faults was only right.
Old Sir added:
"This incident is a concern for me; we must find out who this person is."
"Deputy Commissioner, investigate this slowly."
"But there's no need to rush too much."
The Deputy Commissioner nodded slowly.
"Richard's position needs to be filled, Deputy Director, please bother yourself to find another suitable person."
The Deputy Director assured him:
"I will personally select him."
Old Sir clapped his hands:
"Although these things happened, we still had some gains this year."
"It's still a few months until the New Year, and we still have our harvest."
The Deputy Director and the Deputy Commissioner both smiled.
With this incident, the Club members would naturally suffer some losses, but the three leaders were always guaranteed profits, never losing money.
This was like the funds before Lin Feng's transmigration; no matter how bad the performance, the company or individual running the fund always made a steady profit.
Just like that, Richard was escorted to the seaside, precisely where Li Fu had thrown his phone.
Richard didn't believe it was the Sir's order until his death.
Unfortunately, although Richard was a Foreigner Senior Superintendent, what he did caused the Golden Club a loss of 400 million, so he could only pay with his life.
Liang Kun and Lin Feng didn't know there was such a story behind it, but Liang Kun understood Lin Feng's methods, which never failed.
"Forget it, I know your methods. Richard deserved his bad luck."
"Let's go, I'm going to find Hon Ban for a drink."
Lin Feng smiled and bid him farewell.
Li Fu handed over the phone:
"It's Brother Bao."
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Chapter 172 Mr. Lin, it's a deal!
After seeing off the excited Liang Kun, Lin Feng received another call.
The leader of the Guangdong Province Public Security Department couldn't sit still and personally called:
"Mr. Lin... what's the origin of these two batches of goods?"
Lin Feng laughed wryly:
"The goods are too good?"
The leader was drenched in sweat:
"Our comrades were shocked."
Earlier, when Lin Feng mentioned sending people from his Mainland to do some business, the leader hadn't thought much of it.
Whether in his Mainland or Hong Kong, Lin Feng's reputation was top-notch.
No need to mention his Mainland, he was a model foreign investor.
As for Hong Kong, his record was as clean as a blank sheet of paper.
Therefore, when Lin Feng said he wanted to get some goods, the leader arranged for Dai Kuen Pao to send people without a second thought.
Who would have thought that the goods brought back would be more exaggerated each time?
The accounts given by those who personally experienced it at the ports were simply unimaginable.
Such as entering a unit and finding it full of cash, perhaps several hundred million!
Such as simultaneously entering different branches and, after sitting down, withdrawing ten million hong kong dollars.
What was all this about?
Lin Feng's information was very complete in his Mainland, but they knew that Lin Feng had no banking business under his name.
So, how did he get all that money filling the entire room, and how did he withdraw money from the bank?
What troubled the leader even more was that the Hong Kong comrades had no record of such a large sum of money being lost.
This made the leader even more uncertain.
He, no, the entire Guangdong Province Public Security Department, urgently desired an explanation.
Lin Feng smiled:
"I never hide anything from my Mainland."
"The location of the first withdrawal, that unit wasn't mine; it was Cheuk Tze-keung's."
The leader was greatly surprised:
"Cheuk Tze-keung, the notorious gangster?"
Lin Feng asked curiously:
"You've heard his name too?"
The leader breathed a long sigh of relief:
"Who hasn't heard of that guy's name?"
"Rumor has it that the Tycoon was extorted 1.04 billion by him."
"Could it be... this is Cheuk Tze-keung's treasure trove?"
Lin Feng corrected him:
"This isn't the warehouse from which Cheuk Tze-keung extorted the Tycoon."
The 1.04 billion that Cheuk Tze-keung extorted from the Tycoon had long since entered Lin Feng's private space.
Not a single penny was left for Cheuk Tze-keung.
The leader was surprised again:
"Then where did Cheuk Tze-keung get so much money?"
Lin Feng said indifferently:
"Of course, he extorted it from the second richest man."
The leader was silent for a while before saying:
"That guy went to extort the second richest man again?"
Lin Feng shrugged:
"Otherwise, where would I get so much cash?"
"Just tell me, do you want this kind of money?"
The leader said without hesitation:
"Yes!"
Cheuk Tze-keung's dirty money must be confiscated.
As for whether it should be returned to the second richest man... heh.
The leader, half-relieved, asked again:
"What about the matter of withdrawing money from the bank?"
Lin Feng was very surprised:
"Didn't Team Leader Shi report to you?"
The leader frowned:
"Report what?"
Lin Feng sighed:
"The matter of the Golden Club."
The leader immediately realized: "Is this the Golden Club's dirty money?"
Lin Feng shrugged:
"That's right."
"I was entrusted by Sun Luen Shing to find the Triad's mole. The Foreigner planned to use drugs to corrupt Triad members. When he found out that Hung Hing was helping Sun Luen Shing from behind, the Foreigner even shot Chiang Tin-Sung."
"So..."
"This money is a warning to them."
The leader pondered for a moment, then suddenly asked:
"Mr. Lin, why do you dislike Foreigners so much?"
Lin Feng suddenly fell silent, and after a long while, he said,
"I can give you many, many answers, but from your perspective, the question you should least ask is this."
"Hong Kong, after all, is the Hong Kong of the people from my Mainland."
"How it was leased out back then, I don't need to tell you, do I?"
"I dislike Foreigners, shouldn't I?"
"What's more, the Foreigner is now preparing to use drugs to harm the underworld and Hong Kong."
"I am a Hong Konger, and also a person from my Mainland."
"So, is there a problem with me defending my Mainland?"
The leader repeatedly apologized:
"I'm sorry, Mr. Lin, it's my fault."
The leader's tone was sincere, and the leader's tone was also relieved.
Lin Feng is now one of the top investors in his Mainland, and he invests in the education of his Mainland without expecting returns.
Because of this, one of Lin Feng's women stays in his Mainland year-round, constantly venturing into the mountains.
How could this be possible for other investors?
Lin Feng's position in the hearts of the people from his Mainland is very important. Some say that people listen to what is said and observe what is done, and as long as it's generally acceptable, that's fine.
However, for Lin Feng, if what he thinks and does are the same things, wouldn't it be even better?
Now the leader confirmed that Lin Feng indeed perfectly met the expectations of the people from his Mainland, or rather, he was a pure person from his Mainland.
This situation must be reported to the higher-ups. The time for Hong Kong's return is only a few years away, and having such an influential person in Hong Kong... that's a significant positive.
"So what kind of loophole is it that money can be withdrawn at the same time without being detected?"
The leader was quite nervous.
Hong Kong at this time was much more modernized than his Mainland, and even so, four hundred million hong kong dollars were openly stolen in just fifteen minutes, which was simply speechless.
"There's no loophole; it's actually just that the information exchange between banks isn't timely."
"The problem with Hong Kong is that they rely too much on so-called advanced technology, but at this moment, the information exchange time between these banks is half an hour."
"Normally, half an hour would be enough."
"Unfortunately, they ran into me."
"After this incident, I believe their bank's exchange time will be shortened to three to five minutes; any shorter wouldn't make sense."
"As for my Mainland, there's no need to worry about that."
The leader was unconvinced:
"His Mainland has less money, so he should be even more worried."
Lin Feng laughed:
"In his Mainland, even to withdraw a hundred dollars from the post office, you have to make phone calls for half a day to confirm, and then manually make changes... let alone such large deposits and withdrawals."
"Even if you brought an immortal, it wouldn't make the work efficiency of his Mainland's banks improve any faster!"
"The only thing his Mainland needs to worry about is adopting an automated computer banking system, and that's only in a few big cities..."
The leader was speechless. So, there were benefits to technological backwardness?
"Well, there are only a few questions left..."
"Will this operation not affect the stability of Hong Kong?"
Lin Feng answered decisively:
"No."
"Our interception of Cheuk Tze-keung this time could lead to two possibilities: one, he goes to kidnap and extort the third or fourth richest man, or two, he stops altogether."
The leader shook his head:
"Cheuk Tze-keung is nothing to fear."
Cheuk Tze-keung only chose to kidnap and extort super-rich individuals in Hong Kong; he wasn't interested in kidnapping anyone outside the top ten richest, so for ordinary Hong Kongers, Cheuk Tze-keung really wasn't much.
If they knew about Cheuk Tze-keung's affairs, at most it would just add another topic of conversation at dinner tables and teahouses, and that's all.
"As for the Golden Club, I made some cover up, and they won't be able to trace it back to us."
The leader was very curious:
"Who did you use as a shield?"
Lin Feng burst out laughing:
"The Anglo-Saxon Garrison."
The leader exclaimed:
"This... how did you manage that?"
The Anglo-Saxon army completely changed in nature at the end of World War II, and along with the Indians, became an object of ridicule for countries around the world.
They almost went bankrupt fighting a low-ranking 'High Mountain Eagle,' so their combat strength... was just so-so.
However, no matter what, they were still an army.
The leader really couldn't understand how Lin Feng managed to get them to act as a shield.
"Actually, it's nothing."
"The Anglo-Saxon Garrison has always been involved in arms trafficking; it's their old tradition."
"Now their numbers have drastically decreased, and they don't have to bear defensive duties, so they have a huge appetite."
"They even dare to sell military vehicles."
"I just happened to know about their military vehicle warehouse that was going to be shipped to Southeast Asia... so I borrowed it for a bit."
At this point, Lin Feng said laughingly,
"Do you think the people from the Golden Club would dare to question the Anglo-Saxon Garrison?"
The leader chuckled and cursed:
"Even if you gave them three times the courage, they wouldn't dare!"
That's definitely true; even with three times the courage, they wouldn't dare.
Lin Feng laughed heartily.
"The only consequence of taking money from the Golden Club is that Richard died."
The leader was startled:
"Richard, that Foreign Superintendent, is dead?"
Lin Feng shrugged:
"Yes, he was executed by his own people."
The leader immediately understood:
"You used military vehicles to transport goods, and the people at the Golden Club mistakenly thought they had provoked the Anglo-Saxon Garrison, so they eliminated Richard first to show their goodwill…"
"Richard deserved to die too!"
Drug dealers all deserve to die.
Those who cause chaos in Hong Kong deserve to die even more.
This was the leader's attitude, and also Lin Feng's attitude.
This was Hong Kong, their Mainland's Hong Kong, and they would not allow anyone to bring chaos to it.
Richard deserved to die, the people of the Golden Club deserved to die, and George, who wanted to bring chaos to Hong Kong, also deserved to die!
At this moment, they reached a consensus.
"Mr. Lin, I extend my highest congratulations to you on your work—of course, this is a personal congratulation."
Lin Feng laughed heartily:
"No more congratulations, let's just cash in."
The leader smiled wryly; this Mr. Lin was truly a peculiar character.
"How do we cash in?"
The leader was now speaking very cautiously.
Lin Feng shrugged:
"That's simple. Do you remember the message I had Brother Bao take back earlier? The one about shock therapy."
The leader asked in surprise:
"You mean?"
Lin Feng smiled:
"A few brothers from my Triad want to take advantage of the big bear's difficulties and transport some supplies over."
"Don't worry, it won't make things difficult for our Mainland."
"We just want a stable production base…"
"A few elder brothers said they would invest tens of millions initially as a gesture, to see if the big bear in the North can absorb it… If it goes smoothly, orders could increase exponentially."
The leader was invigorated:
"Really?"
"Will the payment be in hong kong dollars?"
Lin Feng smiled even more cheerfully,
"You can have US dollars too, if you want."
The leader patted his chest and said:
"Leave this matter to me. As long as it's light industrial products, there will absolutely be no problem."
Lin Feng assured him:
"Only light industrial products. As long as they are produced in our Mainland, we will take them all. Of course, we will not transport anything that our Mainland controls."
"Please rest assured, leader, in our Mainland, we will always be legal and compliant businessmen."
The leader laughed loudly:
"Then what are we waiting for?"
"When will you send people?"
Lin Feng asked in surprise:
"That urgent?"
The leader sighed:
"We also have investment promotion targets…"
Lin Feng thought for a moment and said:
"Then I'll go find them now. It should be within the next few days."
The leader was overjoyed:
"Excellent, Mr. Lin!"
After hanging up the phone, Lin Feng immediately called Liang Kun:
"Brother Kun, where are you?"
Liang Kun asked in surprise:
"I was just with Benny, tasting wine and complaining about you."
"Something wrong?"
Lin Feng smiled:
"I'll join the fun. Let's talk when I get there."
Liang Kun laughed loudly:
"Then come over. We're at Benny's bar in Kwai Tsing."
Lin Feng retorted:
"You haven't even gotten your liquor license yet and you call it a bar?"
"Wait, I'm on my way."
As he handed his phone to Li Fu, Wang Jianguo had already driven the car out.
With Li Fu around, Lin Feng had nothing to worry about.
Half an hour later, as the two got out of the car at the bar's entrance, Do Chai King was already leading a group of subordinates to respectfully greet them:
"Brother Feng, Brother Kun and the boss are waiting for you."
Lin Feng was speechless:
"There's no need to be so formal between us brothers, okay?"
Do Chai King replied earnestly:
"That won't do. You are the God of Wealth for our Kwai Tsing; we must revere you."
Lin Feng shook his head, too lazy to say anything.
Hong Kong is a small place, and having been under the control of Foreigners for a long time, it inevitably picked up some island nation customs—
To put it nicely, it's extreme pragmatism.
To put it bluntly, it's philistinism.
In such a city, where seventy percent of the people live in rented public housing, this is clearly evident.
Having one's own house, no matter how small, is a source of pride.
Most people involved in the underworld are very realistic; idealists have almost all died out.
Even in a hierarchical Triad, big bosses who cannot bring benefits are discarded without hesitation.
For example, Piggy from Wo Hing Shing, who was once a Triad strategist, became homeless after the Dragon Head, Old Black, died… Such examples are countless.
Kwai Tsing's respect for Lin Feng was therefore understandable.
The two walked into the "bar," and Liang Kun waved vigorously at them:
"You said you were coming over. Couldn't we just have come together, the two of us?"
"You had to come one after another."
Lin Feng laughed heartily:
"Wasn't I helping you guys out?"
Liang Kun paused, looking at him suspiciously,
"We've only been apart for less than an hour. Where did you go to help us?"
Lin Feng sat down and smiled:
"Brother Kun, there's something called a phone nowadays."
Hon Ban invited Li Fu to sit down with them:
"Xiao Fu, come sit."
Li Fu was observant:
"This is where the big bosses sit. I'll just sit with Do Chai King."
Who was at that table?
Do Chai King, Chicken, Mo Chiu-Nam.
Liang Kun said to Hon Ban:
"I also admire Xiao Fu, but we are a Triad, and rules are rules; they cannot be easily broken."
Only then did Hon Ban give up.
Lin Feng teased:
"How long have you been applying for this liquor license? Didn't I tell you to find a Foreigner?"
"Did you not look for one?"
Hon Ban shook his head:
"I did look, but the process still has to be followed. I should receive it in about a week."
"By then, I'll turn this place into a members-only bar."
"Only good brothers from the jianghu can come here to drink."
"Mr. Chiang's incident was truly shocking."
Arrogance Restaurant was a restaurant exclusively for big bosses, yet Chiang Tin-Sung was shot there, which truly shocked the jianghu.
Hon Ban keenly realized that jianghu big bosses needed a private, safe environment for discussions.
Lin Feng was thoughtful:
"That's a good idea, but ensuring the safety of all jianghu figures is not an easy task."
"They are all jianghu big bosses; disputes leading to fights are common."
"Moreover, once this bar is established, there will be at least three police patrol cars permanently parked outside."
"You have to be prepared for that."
Hon Ban suddenly paused, put down his wine glass, and sighed:
"That much trouble? Then I won't do it."
The main business of the Kwai Tsing Hall Master was international smuggling; he wanted to be as low-key as possible. If he really created such a bar and built such a dialogue platform, whether he wanted to or not, he would enter the police's line of sight.
Want to be low-key?
Dream on.
Lin Feng shook his head regretfully, sighing at the shattering of Hon Ban's dream.
Liang Kun squinted at Lin Feng:
"Ah Feng, you didn't come here to discourage Benny, did you?"
Lin Feng shrugged:
"Of course not."
"I told you, I was busy working for you guys."
"By the way, how much is Benny planning to invest in the big bear's business?"
Hon Ban said truthfully:
"I haven't done business with the big bear in the North, so I don't plan to invest too much. How about I invest twenty million to test the waters?"
Liang Kun said speechlessly:
"How about this: I'll cover these twenty million for you. You just need to handle the transportation, and after it's done, I'll give you thirty percent of the profit. How's that?"
Hon Ban was greatly surprised:
"Ah Kun, are you that determined? We're not familiar with this route to the big bear in the North!"
"Aren't you afraid of losing money?"
Liang Kun shrugged:
"I am afraid."
"But I'm more afraid that if I don't listen to Ah Feng, I'll have nowhere to cry."
"I've learned enough lessons these past few years, and I've come to a conclusion—when it comes to investment, I must listen to Ah Feng no matter what."
"I regret missing out on the VCD…"
Lin Feng said discontentedly:
"Brother Kun, you have ten percent of the shares there."
Liang Kun became even more depressed:
"Yes, yes, I have ten percent of the shares, but if I had listened to you, wouldn't that share have become twenty percent?"
"Who knew that an investment made out of politeness back then would turn out to be my most successful investment?"
Hon Ban was momentarily stunned.
Liang Kun asked:
"You just said you helped us… What help did you provide?"
Lin Feng shrugged:
"I called a certain big shot in our Mainland, and he said that as long as we transport light industrial products, they'll take care of everything."
"We don't have to worry about any of the procedures; we just need to invest money?"
"Benny, how much are you investing?"
Hon Ban countered:
"Ah Feng, how much are you investing?"
Lin Feng shrugged:
"I'd have to invest at least a hundred million, right?"
Hon Ban gasped:
"Playing that big?!"