The film and television world begins with the battle for the throne in Kowloon

Chapter 350 Shocking news, detonating the whole of Hong Kong
When Qian Wenjun heard this, he immediately realized that what the other party said was true. This was news material of great value. Thinking that other reporters didn't know about it yet, he became a little panicked and didn't even have time to sleep!
While answering the phone, he hurriedly grabbed the clothes and put them on himself, and said nervously: "Brother, I will rush over now. Don't worry, as long as the information is true, I guarantee that I will give you at least 5,000 yuan."

"Okay, that's it. Once you're sure, give me the money." After saying that, the informant hung up the phone.

In an empty room in a village on the south coast of the island, Dilu breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the Vietnamese put Lin Zhihui and the other man safely into the cellar.

After receiving the text message from Li Yan, Dilu informed reporter Tu Ba Ge of the news of Lin Zhihui's accident in the form of a pseudonym. It was the first time for Dilu to do such a thing and he had no experience, so he seemed a little unfamiliar and was sweating profusely.

After the notification was completed, the SIM card was pulled out and thrown into the trash can. As for the bribe, it was just to avoid arousing suspicion.

Seeing the Vietnamese smiling happily after successfully completing a job in the yard, Dilu knew that their case this time was bound to cause a huge stir in Hong Kong Island.

In addition to the special identities of the parties involved, his own instigation behind the scenes and the needs of Li Yan and others were the most critical factors in causing the matter to escalate.

The fate of these Vietnamese people was already determined, but Dilu had no choice. Thinking of his son Di Bihao, a senior police officer far away in the New Territories, Dilu's expression became cold and his eyes became extremely firm!

On the other side, Qian Wenjun, who received the inside information, was in a panic. He didn't even wash his face. He picked up his press card and a camera, went out quickly, and drove his scooter to Tsim Sha Tsui.

Fortunately, Mong Kok was not too far from the crime scene in Tsim Sha Tsui East, and there were few vehicles on the street at night. Qian Wenjun stepped on the accelerator to the maximum, and rode like lightning, passing through Yau Ma Tei and Jordan, and in just over ten minutes, he arrived near the harbor in front of the New World Center.

When Qian Wenjun arrived at the scene, he saw police lights flashing and isolation tape in a corner of the square in front of him. The reflective logos on the uniforms of groups of police officers were particularly eye-catching.

There were no other reporters at the scene, only a few passers-by watching through the isolation tape, whispering from time to time.

Qian Wenjun has been a reporter for many years and knows exactly what kind of situation to face and how to react. With a quick glance, he assessed the situation at the scene and knew that he only had a few seconds to spare.

So he squeezed into the crowd, and while no one was paying attention, he lowered his body and passed through the isolation belt. Like a rabbit, he rushed into the scene quickly. Before he could even see himself clearly, he picked up the camera and pointed it at the flowers.

"Click. Click." The filming started.
In the green belt, there are several forensic doctors wearing white coats and police uniforms underneath, surrounding two corpses and fiddling with something.
When several police officers saw this, they hurriedly surrounded him. Several of them grabbed Qian Wenjun and pushed him outside the isolation zone. While pushing and shoving him, they stopped him and said, "You are not allowed to take photos at the scene. What are you doing?"

"Officer, I'm a reporter from the Hong Kong Frontline. I heard that a murder has occurred here. May I ask the identity of the other party?" Qian Wenjun showed his press card.

Instead of asking foolishly what happened, he skillfully guided the police and directly asked about the other party's identity.

While asking, he pretended to take advantage of the shoving and pushing of the other people, turned around, and while the other party was not paying attention, he quietly took out the film, and quickly replaced it with another spare one.

"How would I know who they are? The case is under investigation. Please don't interfere with our investigation of the scene."

Several policemen surrounded Qian Wenjun. A young policeman in his twenties had a faint smile on his face and said covetously, "I'm sorry, filming is not allowed at the scene. Do you want us to do it or hand over the things yourself?"

"I am a journalist and have the right to report news. You are interfering with press freedom." Qian Wenjun protested angrily.

"I don't know what you are talking about, little brother. If you think there is something wrong with our approach, you can go to the Police-Community Relations Department to file a complaint tomorrow, but you must hand over the negatives today. Otherwise, we can only invite you to the police force for tea and have a chat slowly." The young police officer put pressure on Qian Wenjun with a forced smile.

Just now, the higher-ups had sent word that tonight's case might be of great importance and that it must be kept secret from the public and strictly prohibited from interviewing reporters. So the young police officer had no choice but to squeeze Qian Wenjun step by step, hoping that he would hand over the film so that they could talk and avoid unnecessary trouble.

Qian Wenjun was filled with righteous indignation. He knew that there might be important people at the scene, especially people from the Li family, and he could not go to the police station. So he pretended to be indignant for a while, took off the new film he had just loaded, and handed it to the other party in front of several people.

In other words, the young police officer was inexperienced and did not notice Qian Wenjun's little action at the first time. If it were an experienced old police officer, Qian Wenjun would probably have a hard time getting away with it.

Seeing that they had obtained the low-resolution film, several policemen relaxed. After pushing Qian Wenjun out of the isolation zone, they stood nearby, secretly guarding against him.

This kid was like a rabbit, very cunning and quick-witted, and he ran so fast that I just wasn't paying attention and he rushed to the innermost part in a flash.

After Qian Wenjun was pushed out of the scene, he appeared to be leaving, but in fact, once he was out of the sight of several police officers, he made a circle and approached the scene from another side.

Several police cars were seen approaching from afar, and several senior police officers got out of the cars. Qian Wenjun secretly filmed them while speculating about what was happening around them.

After seeing Huo Qiqiang, Qian Wenjun's eyes lit up and he gave Huo Shao a few close-ups. Huo Shao was a senior executive of the West Kowloon Serious Crime Unit, and also a well-known young master of a wealthy family with the title of superintendent. Qian Wenjun naturally knew him.

He was able to come here in the middle of the night. It seems that the informant was right. Something happened to Boss Li's family.
Not long after, several luxury cars drove up and a dozen bodyguards got out of the cars, protecting a young man in the middle who was wearing sunglasses, a black baseball cap, and a loose coat.

Qian Wenjun was excited and quickly dived into the green belt next to him, carefully hiding his body. He quietly extended the telephoto lens through the leaves, turned off the flash, and kept pressing the shutter.

Although it was dark and the light was not very good, the equipment Qian Wenjun had been using for long-term secret photography was a high-end foreign imported product that he got from the black market. Qian Wenjun had saved up his salary for several years to buy it. It not only had high pixels, but could also capture images remotely, so it could take clear photos even at night.

Qian Wenjun was very familiar with the young man in the crowd in the distance. With the informant's advance warning, he recognized him at a glance. He was Li Kaize, the second son of the Li family.

Qian Wenjun's heart was pounding, his heart was beating violently, and he looked very excited.

It seems that my guess was correct. The child born by Lin Zhihui is the second son's son. Otherwise, he would not appear here in the middle of the night!

After the second young master got out of the car, he shook hands with Huo Qiqiang, and then the two of them said something. The second young master rushed over and took a look.

A bodyguard nearby walked over, squatted down to take a look, then walked over and whispered something in the second young master's ear.

The second young master nodded seriously and chatted with Huo Qiqiang for a few more words.

After a while, the second young master left surrounded by the crowd!

After the two sons left, the forensic doctor put away his tools, put the body into a bag, and took it away in an ambulance.

At this time, Qian Wenjun saw reporters from other newspapers appearing at the scene one after another, but they were all stopped outside by the police.

He knew that the Second Young Master brought so many bodyguards with him that he would not let other reporters take pictures of the actual things, so the information in his hands was the only one.

Thinking about the Hong Kong front tomorrow, his news would definitely be on the front page, and Qian Wenjun was very excited. While thinking about how to come up with the content to be more eye-catching, he secretly left here.

The next day, a shocking piece of news shocked the whole of Hong Kong. The front page of Hong Kong Frontline reported extensively on the case that occurred in the New World Center Plaza on New Year's Eve, and the headline was particularly eye-catching.

'Descendants of the wealthy Li family in Hong Kong are suspected to have been kidnapped again!'

The newspaper introduced a case a few years ago where the eldest son of the Li family was kidnapped and demanded 1 billion Hong Kong dollars. It then detailed the relationship between the person involved, Lin Zhihui, and the second son, as well as pictures of the bodyguard who was killed at the scene.

Including the photos of Mr. Li Er, who quietly came to the scene to confirm the incident under the protection of bodyguards last night after the incident.

Although the second young master was concealed very tightly in the photo, he could still be clearly recognized from the size of the bodyguards on the scene and the vague outline of his head. Moreover, there was a frontal smiling photo of the second young master next to the newspaper for comparison.

Unlike the last time when the eldest son kept a low profile and the incident was only known to people after the fact, this time the incident caused a sensation from the very beginning and attracted everyone's attention.

Although other newspapers and magazines such as Ming Pao, Xin Bao, Oriental Daily, Island Finance, Island Wen Wei Po and television stations such as ATV and TVB did not get the first-hand information, they followed up and introduced the front-page news of Hong Kong Island.

As a result, sales of Hong Kong Frontline increased tenfold, and were sold out many times within a day. Newspaper sellers kept calling to urge delivery, and the situation only gradually calmed down after the eighth reprint.

Ordinary citizens in Hong Kong were worried that the millennium had passed without much news. Unexpectedly, such an exciting thing happened on the first day of the new century. Everyone was talking about it, and everyone was excited, involved in it with great enthusiasm, and discussed it with great enthusiasm.

People in the streets and alleys watched the development of the situation while discussing the second young master's romantic scandal and illegitimate child.

In a tea restaurant, people who were having breakfast watched the TV report. A middle-aged man looked away and said with a sigh, "Lin Zhihui didn't enter the Li family. Boss Li didn't acknowledge this child. I don't know if he will pay attention to him."

"No matter what, we have to take care of the child regardless of the adults. After all, he is Boss Li's grandson, so he will definitely take care of him." Another person added.

"Besides, Boss Li has plenty of money, it's just a matter of giving him some. Boss Li gave the previous 1 billion without even blinking an eye."

Another younger person immediately said, "Who said that? How do you know that Boss Li didn't blink? That's 1 billion?"

"Even if Boss Li makes hundreds of billions a year, it would take him several days to earn that much."

This person's words instantly shocked everyone, and everyone felt jealous!

Yes, how many days will it take?
One billion
The person next to the young man was drinking porridge and eating steamed dumplings, and said with a jealous look on his face: "That's not necessarily true. You also said that Boss Li did not recognize Lin Zhihui's status as the daughter-in-law of the Li family, and the child was not taken back to the Li family. Boss Li may not necessarily care if it is not legitimate."

"Impossible. Using a few days' income to save the life of my own grandson is a good deal."

A middle-aged man sitting in the corner smacked his lips while eating fried dough sticks and said enviously, "The second young master's romantic affairs are nothing new. I heard that he has dated Hong Kong beauties, flight attendants, models, hosts, teachers, nurses, lawyers, actors, and celebrities, and the total number is over three digits."

"I don't know what the second young master usually eats. How can his kidneys bear it? I have a yellow-faced woman at home, and I can't handle it."

"Hey, Lao Liu, we are all old brothers. If you need help, just ask. Our old bones can still be of some use."

"Hahaha, that's right, that's right." When talking about these jokes with a hint of sexiness, people, no matter how old they are, are very excited.

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(End of this chapter)