Hong Kong variety show: I Am a Tycoon

Chapter 227 ICAC Apologizes
On the television screen, Cao Xiangrong, Director of the Transport and Trade Department of Hong Kong, proudly told reporters:
"Tesla's total order amount reached HK$20 billion, which is an unprecedented and groundbreaking achievement in the history of Hong Kong's heavy industry!"

"The emergence of Tesla Group is a breakthrough for Hong Kong's manufacturing industry, a glory for Hong Kong manufacturing, and a source of pride for all Chinese people!"

"It proves that our commercial vehicle companies in Hong Kong have already achieved world-leading technological capabilities."

Tesla Group is a shining jewel of Hong Kong's industry; I am proud of you!

Cao Xiangrong spared no expense in praising Tesla Group; to the uninformed, one might have thought he had been paid.

Ban Naixin didn't want to watch the next scene anymore. He turned off the TV, his face turning deathly pale.

He had thought that he could shut down Chen Jiajun with the 30 billion purchase orders from Kowloon Motor Bus Group and China Motor Bus Group.

However, he never expected that Tesla Group would receive such a large number of orders internationally.

The HK$20 billion order is precisely proof of the reliability of Tesla Group's T1 double-decker bus.

Doesn't this just prove that there's no problem with the purchase order for 3000 units?
At that moment, Ban Naixin felt like a clown who had been stripped naked and was standing in front of a large crowd.

Looking at the pale-faced Ban Naixin in front of him, Chen Jiajun revealed a mocking expression: "Ban Naixin, you should think carefully about how the Independent Commission Against Corruption (ICAC) will compensate you for the losses. Goodbye."

After saying that, Chen Jiajun straightened his suit jacket and walked out.

One thing is certain: Ban Nai-shun's political career has officially come to an end at this moment, and because of his actions, the credibility that the Independent Commission Against Corruption (ICAC) has worked so hard to build will be severely damaged.

Before Chan Ka-Chun reached the door, a large group of ICAC officers in suits walked in. The leader held up his badge and shouted, "Sir Chan, I am Cheng Tak-Ming, the Director of the Internal Investigation and Surveillance Unit. I'm sorry, but we will hold a press conference later to clear your name."

"Heh." Chen Jiajun sneered and strode out of the interrogation room.

"sorry."

Cheng Deming continued to apologize to Chen Jiajun, and then walked up to Ban Naixin and said:

“Director Ban Nai-xin, I am Cheng Tak-ming, the investigation officer of L Group. We suspect that you have abused your power in the cases involving China Motor Bus and KMB Group... Please don’t make things difficult for the brothers.”

The ICAC's L Group is the Internal Investigation and Surveillance Group.

Team L has a history as long as the Independent Commission Against Corruption (ICAC), and is responsible for investigating misconduct and corruption allegations involving ICAC officers, as well as non-criminal complaints involving the ICAC or its staff.

The L team's investigation into ICAC's Special Commissioner to the Governor, John Nathan, is the first such investigation in the ICAC's ten-year history.

……

The lanterns are on.

Tai Po Road, Pipa Hill, Sham Shui Po, Kowloon – this is one of the few luxury residential areas in the Sham Shui Po area.

Near the mountaintop stands an old-fashioned brick building, surrounded by steel railings that enclose the brick building and a large expanse of green space.

At this moment, several fierce-looking, burly men stood guard outside the iron gate, their eyes constantly scanning the surroundings.

This is Fat Lao Li's first mansion. This mansion, far from the city center, is the warehouse for Fat Lao Li's laundry detergent business.

Police are unlikely to have imagined that a mansion in an affluent neighborhood would be used to break down laundry detergent instead of being a place to live.

When Fat Lai needed to deal with people from the underworld, this was also his meeting place. He would not usually entertain people from the underworld at his villa in Kadoorie Hill.

Two top-of-the-line Mercedes-Benz 450SELs, flanking a Rolls-Royce, drove up the mountain road towards us. The burly bodyguards outside the gate immediately focused their attention on the convoy, their hands instinctively going to their waists.

The convoy slowly came to a stop, and the windows of the Rolls-Royces in the back slowly rolled down, revealing the face of the camel.

The head bodyguard quickly stepped forward and said politely, "Uncle Luo, I'm sorry."

"Uncle Luo, Crow, and Yaoyang have arrived. Open the door."

As he spoke, the burly bodyguard picked up a walkie-talkie and addressed the people inside the villa.

The iron gate opened from the inside, and the convoy stopped in the front yard. After Camel got off the vehicle, he led Yao Yang, Crow and others to the back yard, where Uncle Deng of the Wo Luen Shing, Lin Wai Lok, Big D, Hung Hon Yee of the Number Gang, Beard Yung and others were already sitting.

The backyard was illuminated by spotlights, making the night as bright as day. In the center was a circular pond, which was surrounded by iron fences that divided the area into sections where fighting dogs such as pit bulls, Dogo Argentinos, and mastiffs were kept.

At this moment, Fat Li stood in front of an iron fence as thick as a child's arm, separate from the animal area, watching his men throw several hunting dogs into the fence.

As soon as the fighting dogs stepped into the enclosure, they immediately surrounded and attacked a tiger inside the iron bars.

The tiger was not yet an adult. Surrounded by several fighting dogs, it hesitated at first, cowering in a corner. When it stood up, one of the Tosa dogs, unaware of its predatory nature, bit it. The tiger immediately became aroused and pounced on the Tosa dog on all fours.

The Tosa Inu only had time to yelp a few times before the tiger bit its neck and killed it. The remaining fighting dogs were so terrified that they cowered in a corner, unable to move, and wet themselves on the spot.

"Fuck your mother."

Fat Li, seeing the tiger enjoying its food, shook his head and cursed angrily. He then turned around and saw the camel, smiling as he said, "Uncle Luo."

"Fatty Li, a tiger is always a tiger. How can a few mutts possibly defeat it?" Camel said with a laugh.

"Haha, sit down."

Fatty Li gestured for everyone to join in, then picked up the teapot and brewed a cup of tea for each person: "Please."

"The tea is amber in color, has a camphor-like aroma, and a medicinal aftertaste. It seems to be the authentic Songpinhao."

Uncle Deng took the first sip of tea and, as a connoisseur of tea, offered his comments.

"Uncle Deng, if you like, I'll take a few pieces back for you to try later. Here, please."

As Fatty Li spoke, he opened the cigar box on the table, took out a pre-rolled marijuana cigarette, lit it, and took a few deep drags.

Camel took a cigar, and Crow, who was standing nearby, took out a lighter and lit it for Camel. Everyone started puffing away. Camel, with the cigar between his fingers, asked, "Fatty Li, what did you call us here for?"

Fat Li took a drag of half a cigarette, waved his hand and said, “Everyone, today we have Uncle Mei and Prince from Hongtai, Uncle Deng from Liansheng, Hong Hanyi, Bearded Yong... and you, Uncle Luo, Crow, Yao Yang.”

We have one thing in common: we both started by selling women and pills.

"Where is the most lucrative area in Hong Kong?" Fat Lai, sitting facing south, pointed south with his index finger: "It's across the sea in Causeway Bay, Wan Chai, and Lan Kwai Fong in Central."

At this point, Fatty Li picked up the teapot and poured tea for everyone in turn, flicked off his cigarette ash, and continued:

"These territories are all under the control of Hung Hing. Now, the leader of Hung Hing is like a caged beast, unable to move."

"It's time for us to cross the sea and make our way in the world. Today, I, Fatty Lai, have gathered everyone here to form an alliance and seize Hung Hing's territory together. Boss Jun is a big shot; if the cops want to arrest someone, they'll definitely arrest him first."

The intention was very clear: Fat Lai was inciting everyone to chip away at Hung Hing's lucrative areas on Hong Kong Island.

Uncle Mei, the leader of Hongtai, agreed: "That's right. Unless he's really willing to lower himself and fight us, his boss Jun is being watched by the whole of Hong Kong. He's not as comfortable as we are!"
I really don't believe that Chen Jiajun would dare to challenge us all by himself.

Hong Hanyi, puffing on his cigar, said with a smile, "Speaking of which, a few years ago, Boss Jun wiped out the families of big shots like Wang Bao and Lian Haolong who were involved in drug trafficking. He even brought down Xinji. Otherwise, we wouldn't be living such comfortable lives."

"Hong Hanyi, so you mean we should thank Boss Jun?"

Uncle Mei glanced at him sideways.

Hung Hon-yee waved his finger: "Of course, we should thank him even more for taking over the whole of Hong Kong Island. Without him, we wouldn't be where we are today, right? Besides, we went to Hong Kong Island to buy and sell Miss White and pills, which has nothing to do with Boss Jun."

"Well said. He, the big boss, walks his sunny path, while we walk our narrow bridge." Uncle Mei gave a thumbs up.

Seeing that everyone's emotions had been stirred up, Fat Lai said, "Everyone, all I want is a piece of land in North Point, as well as Ladies' Market and Sneaker Street in Mong Kok. As for the rest, just take a share with me when you make money."

Fatty Li has already made enough money.

Now he's thinking about how to clean up his image. By keeping Women's Street and Sneaker Street under his control, he can make his clothing factory business bigger and stronger. As for the rest, he doesn't care.

His experiences during this period taught him one thing: if he didn't want to be manipulated, he had to clear his name as much as possible.

"Then I want Causeway Bay."

"I want Wan Chai."

"Leave Central to me, okay?"

"what about me?"

The group started discussing animatedly, seemingly lost in a beautiful fantasy.

Uncle Deng coughed and said, "Gentlemen, allow me to say a few words. In this business, whoever conquers the territory owns it. It's too early to talk about such things now."

“Uncle Deng is right.” Fat Li took in everyone’s expressions and looked at Camel, asking, “Uncle Camel, what do you think?”

You ask me what I think?

Camel put down his teacup and smiled slightly: "Fatty Li, we've known each other for over a decade. Over the years, your dealings with counterfeit goods, your connections with those councilors, your methods, even your taste in tea have become more and more like Boss Jun's..."

"Let me just say a few words to you. If we can kill Boss Jun, then we can talk about this issue. Otherwise, it's all just empty talk."

Although Camel is a peddler of cigarettes, he still has loyalty and righteousness in his heart.

Who is Fat Lai?

People who came from Hung Hing.

How does Boss Jun treat people?
I haven't touched Fatty Li at all in the past few years.

But Fat Lai, this traitor, is now determined to kill his former Yellow Paper Brothers, their leader.

Camel would never befriend someone like that.

When gangsters start out, they're all just cheapskates, so poor they only have one life left.

Even if you only have one life left, loyalty and righteousness must still be upheld.

Although Boss Jun is domineering and ruthless, even Camel, a seasoned veteran of the underworld, has to give a thumbs up to how he treats the brothers under Hung Hing.

Today Fatty Li dares to bite Boss Jun, tomorrow he'll dare to betray them all.

Of course, if Fatty Li really managed to kill Boss Jun, Camel would be happy to see it happen. After Camel finished speaking, Fatty Li also understood that Camel was mocking him for imitating others.

After putting down the teapot, Fatty Li's expression changed several times in a very short period of time, and finally he laughed heartily: "Uncle Luo, there is no such thing as a free lunch."

"You want to eat this cake, but you don't want to put in the effort? How can that work?"

Just as Fatty Li finished speaking, a commotion arose outside the door.

"Who are you?"

"Doom".

“Hung Hing Doom? This is Uncle Lai’s territory. Hung Hing is not welcome here.”

The words had barely left his mouth when a bellowing sound, like that of a prehistoric beast, rang out: "You son of a bitch, do you think you're qualified to speak to me?"

After a flurry of punches and kicks, a deafening "bang" resounded as the iron gate, emitting a sickening sound, crashed to the ground with a deafening crash.

Fatty Li's expression changed and he roared, "Oh no! Doom is coming! Get inside!"

The thugs in the backyard pulled out pistols, machetes and other weapons. Fat Lai immediately opened the back door of the tenement building, and everyone hid inside. A sharp-eyed henchman took the opportunity to open the tiger cage.

Before he arrived, his voice preceded him: "Fatty Li, it's your dad here. I need to talk to you about something."

As the group entered the building, Doom led dozens of Hell Knight gunmen armed with MP5 submachine guns, exuding an invincible and unmatched aura.

For a moment, the fighting dogs in the backyard crawled to the ground and whimpered incessantly.

Meanwhile, the Jianghu giants hiding in the brothel, such as Fatty Li, Camel, Uncle Mei, and Uncle Deng, turned pale.

There is no other reason.

The reason they stood before them was the universally acknowledged Second Marshal of the martial arts world—Doom, who had never been defeated in recent years!
Moreover, the dozens of burly gunmen standing behind Doom could tear everyone present apart in an instant.

Truth often lies within the reach of cannons; this statement holds true everywhere.

"Roar."

Just then, the tiger in the cage felt the oppressive aura of Doom, let out a beastly roar, and pounced directly at Doom.

Doom didn't even try to dodge; instead, he laughed and went straight to meet him.

Everyone's pupils contracted. A man fighting a tiger?
In the blink of an eye, the tiger opened its blood-red maw and leaped forward to pounce on Doom.

"Die to me."

Doom remained calm and composed, planted his feet firmly on the ground, and swung his sword fiercely at the king of beasts.

"Roar!"

The next moment, a man and a beast pounced on each other.

The tiger's claws slammed into Doom's arm, tearing his coat with a dull thud.

"boom."

Meanwhile, Doom's fist, imbued with the power of wind and thunder, struck the tiger's head.

"Roar."

After a muffled thud, the tiger cried out in pain, its entire body flying backward uncontrollably under Doom's inhuman strength.

Doom pressed his advantage, his 2.3-meter-tall body nimbly maneuvering in the backyard before leaping in front of the tiger.

Before the tiger could react, he pinned it down, grabbed its head, and punched it again.

Fists rained down on the tiger, and it let out screams of agony.

Everyone was shocked.

"Fuck your mother! You think you're so tough, huh?!"

"Someone! Take him back later and make him my brother's watchdog."

After throwing dozens of punches, Doom finally subdued the tiger and clapped his hands to stand up.

Doom took an MP5 submachine gun from the Hell Knight and yelled at Tang Lou, "I'll only count to five. If you don't come out, don't ever come out again."

The Hell Knights, dressed in full US military individual gear, cocked their rifles, released the safety, and pointed their guns at the tenement building.

"five."

"Four."

"three."

Fat Li yelled out the window, "Dum, this is my house, what are you doing here?"

"two."

Doom didn't bother to answer and continued counting.

"I surrender, I surrender."

“Dum, let me make this clear, I’m just here for tea,” Camel called out first.

“Dum, let’s talk this out.” Then came Uncle Dunbar.

"I'm coming out right away, don't shoot, don't shoot." Then came Uncle Mei from Hongtai.

A group of江湖 heroes were thus forced out. In the end, it was the pale-faced fat man Li who led dozens of his men, carrying five-star black stars, Browning knives, machetes, clubs and other weapons.

"I'm here today on behalf of Chen Jiajun to convey his message."

He said he wouldn't object to where he sells laundry detergent and pills in the future.

However, don't interfere with our Hung Hing business, and don't cross the line. If you do, those dogs will be your fate.

After saying that, Doom waved his hand.

"Ta-ta-ta-ta."

The Hell Knights pulled their triggers, and the fighting dogs in the cages let out screams of agony. In no time, all the fighting dogs were dead.

"Let's go." After saying that, Doom pulled the tiger away.

A group of people were left looking at each other in bewilderment.

Even after the convoy outside had driven away, everyone remained standing there, carefully pondering Doom's words.

Doom's words were quite clear: you are free to come and distribute goods in Hung Hing's territory, but you are not allowed to disturb Hung Hing's business or enter Hung Hing's premises. Everything else is up to you.

"Ahem, we still have some matters to discuss with Luen Shing..."

Lin Huai Le, who was the first to react, greeted Fatty Li and then left the villa with Uncle Deng and Big D, taking out his phone as he walked.

"Fatty Li, Hong Le has a meeting tomorrow."

Hong Tai's Uncle Mei and his son, the Crown Prince, exchanged a glance and hurriedly walked towards the front yard.

"Fatty Li, let's have tea together sometime." Camel from Tung Sing let out a cold laugh and left.

"Uncle Li, my girlfriend made me a delicious soup."

Hong Hanyi glanced around and saw that only he, Bearded Yong, and Fatty Li were present. He then made an excuse and hurriedly walked out as well.

"Haha, goodbye."

Bearded Yong revealed a bright smile and left the Li family with a few henchmen.

Since arriving here, Bearded Yong hasn't uttered a single word. The reason is simple: he doesn't believe that this group from Hong Kong can defeat Boss Jun, who owns a private armed force.

He had personally witnessed the charisma of the powerful figure Jun in Macau. Bearded Yong had experienced it firsthand.

How powerful were the Macau phone number gangs back then?

The entire Haojiang Street was filled with henchmen of the Number Gang, and the entire Lisboa Casino was made by his henchmen. Even with such a territory, it was still easily taken over by Boss Jun.

Tonight, he only came over for tea because of Fatty Li's invitation.

At this moment, a well-dressed man in a suit and wearing gold-rimmed glasses walked into the backyard and said urgently to Fatty Li, "Uncle Li, something bad has happened."

"Speak," Fatty Li said expressionlessly.

"Hung Hing boss Chun has left the Independent Commission Against Corruption (ICAC). In addition, the ICAC held a press conference to apologize to Kowloon Motor Bus Group, China Motor Bus Group, and Tesla Group," the refined-looking man said hurriedly.

"What?" Fatty Li's expression changed drastically.

"TB is live streaming right now," the refined young man said.

Fat Lai immediately went into the tenement building and turned on the television. The television screen showed a spokesperson for the Independent Commission Against Corruption (ICAC) in a suit apologizing to the barrage of cameras and microphones.

"...It turns out that this was a misunderstanding caused by our Independent Commission Against Corruption's failure to conduct a thorough investigation beforehand."

"On behalf of the Independent Commission Against Corruption (ICAC), I extend my sincerest apologies to the three individuals and three groups involved."

"On behalf of the Independent Commission Against Corruption (ICAC), I extend my sincerest apologies to the numerous shareholders..."

(End of this chapter)