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Chapter 273, Question 272: Is your boyfriend the world's richest man?
The coffee shop at the Mandarin Oriental Hotel.

Dozens of men in black, wearing headsets, stood warily around the area. The coffee shop had been cleared out, with only two big shots sitting in the middle talking.

Condelli was a typical Englishman: tall, dressed in a suit and tie, with his hair neatly styled, and speaking fluent Cantonese.

"Mr. Yang, let me be frank, I'm here about football betting."

"Your involvement in illegal football betting is seriously affecting the legitimate interests of our Jockey Club. I demand that you cease operations immediately!"

"Furthermore, your televised combat sports events should also cease operations immediately."

When Kang Deli arrived, he arrogantly told Yang Jun to stop operating these peripheral businesses, which made Yang Jun very unhappy!
Yang Jun frowned, but simply asked in return:
"Mr. Condley, are you teaching me how to do things?"

"If that's the case, I don't think there's anything good for the two sides to discuss!"

Yang Jun made a move to leave, which left Condeley somewhat bewildered.

They Englishmen are used to being domineering, but they didn't expect the other party to be even more arrogant than themselves. After only a couple of words, they were about to leave.

You should know that if the Jockey Club's turnover continues to decline, his term as chairman of the Jockey Club will come to an end, and the board of directors will nominate someone else to replace him!

Condley panicked and quickly stood up to apologize:
"Mr. Yang, I'm sorry, I misspoke just now. Please sit down and let's talk."

After a complete 180-degree change in attitude, Yang Jun smiled and said:

"You should have said that sooner. You foreigners still think you're the British Empire?"

"Go ahead and tell me, my time is very precious~"

Yang Jun raised the Patek Philippe limited edition in his hand, glanced at the time, and sat down again, crossing his legs.

This time, Condelli was much more polite, saying to Yang Jun:
“Mr. Yang, our Jockey Club plans to cooperate with Asia Television to increase the number of lottery betting outlets throughout Hong Kong, and the horse races every week will be broadcast on Asia Television.”

Conde originally wanted to collaborate with TVB, but TVB had low viewership. In addition, ATV was about to launch its satellite channel, making it the best media partner for the Jockey Club, bar none.

"However, your peripheral business must cease to avoid impacting the interests of our Jockey Club."

Yang Jun's eyes lit up. The cooperation between the Jockey Club and Asia Television would benefit both parties, as a single horse race could attract millions of fans.

Because betting on horse racing is legal in Hong Kong, broadcasting the Jockey Club's races would greatly boost ATV's viewership.

Yang Jun shook his head and said to Condé:

"You can also do football betting, Mr. Condley. Our broadcasting of European football matches will also benefit you!"

"This market is so big, cooperation is the only way to achieve a win-win situation!"

Condelli's eyes lit up. That's it! The Jockey Club can also do football betting, and it's legal. All we need to do is get the Legislative Council to approve it.

The profits from football betting are no less than those from horse racing. With the channels and resources of the Hong Kong Jockey Club, how could they possibly lose to illegal betting operations?

Having figured this out, Condelli's expression softened considerably. With a broader perspective, money started rolling in.

"Your suggestion is excellent. I'll go back and discuss it with the board of directors and get back to you as soon as possible!"

Yang Jun, with a cigar in his mouth, exhaled a puff of white smoke and nodded with a smile.

Condley then added:

"With the legalization of football betting, I hope you Chinese-American lawmakers won't cause trouble in the Legislative Council!"

Yang Jun shrugged and said with a smile:

"Your Jockey Club can run a welfare lottery, and we'd like a piece of the pie too. Anyone can do charity!"

Yang Jun pretended he didn't want to do outside business, wanting to test the Jockey Club's bottom line. If they agreed, even better!

They were all seasoned foxes, testing each other.
Condelli's expression changed. Yang Jun was too greedy, wanting to get his hands on the horse racing business.

"Impossible! The Jockey Club's business is exclusive; no one can get involved."

"Mr. Yang, let's change the terms. It's impossible for you to start a gambling company in Hong Kong."

Yang Jun shrugged, indicating that he didn't care, and said:

"It's alright. If you don't agree, I can register a company in Macau and do business through TV betting!"

However, registering a company in Macau requires paying taxes, and the taxes are quite heavy; otherwise, Yang Jun would have done so long ago.

After a moment of silence, the game between the two sides came to a standstill. Five minutes later, he offered a solution.

"How about this, we'll leave the peripheral business to you, and we won't interfere with the horse racing!"

"However, you must support the Hong Kong Jockey Club and push for the legalization of football betting!"

Yang Jun laughed, snapped his fingers, and said to the waiter:

"Deal! Let's open a bottle of champagne!"

It's impossible to run a lottery business in Hong Kong, but we can reach an agreement with the Hong Kong Jockey Club to take over the peripheral business. That would generate hundreds of millions in profit a year, enough to keep the guys below them well-fed.

"Cheers~"

Drinking champagne in a coffee shop has a unique charm!
After the foreigner, Condelli, reached an agreement, a smile appeared on his face as he said to Yang Jun:
"Happy cooperation!"

The following day, the Kowloon Regional Headquarters of Hong Kong.

Ma Jun was summoned to Xu Meiqing's office, where he was holding a document.

"Superintendent Xu, I have found evidence that Fire Bull is manipulating illegal gambling operations. We can now detain Fire Bull."

Ma Jun has put in a lot of effort these past few days and has finally managed to turn one of Wo Shing's underlings into a witness for the prosecution, willing to accuse Fire Bull in court.

With witnesses, taking down Fire Bull shouldn't be a problem.

Xu Meiqing glanced at it, tossed the document aside, and said to Ma Jun:
"There's no need to investigate this case anymore. Go and connect with Hong Tai and Wei Jixiang. According to the informant in the Criminal Intelligence Department, Hong Tai is cooperating with major drug lords in Southeast Asia!"

What? You're not going to follow anymore?
Ma Jun's face darkened. He had been investigating the case day and night and had finally managed to uncover some clues.

"Superintendent Xu, I will investigate Hong Tai's case, but what about Huo Niu?"

Superintendent Xu Meiqing, with a stern face, said coldly:
“Ma Jun, I told you not to investigate anymore. This is the order from above. Do you understand?”

"Our police force is a disciplined force, and the most important thing is to obey orders!"

Ma Jun was resentful. Who was above him? It must be the foreigners.

However, rank matters, and Ma Jun had no desire to continue guarding the pond, so he saluted Xu Meiqing.

"YES, SIR!"

Repulse Bay Villa.

Ms. Ye, Wang Zuxian's mother, came to Hong Kong, drove to this address, and was shocked when she saw the villa in front of her!
"Xiaoxian, you live in a villa in Hong Kong. Where did you get the money to buy it?"

Wang Zuxian, holding Ms. Ye's wrist, said with a smile;
"It was a gift from someone else; with my salary, I can't afford a house in Hong Kong."

Ms. Ye, in her forties, has fair skin and is very well-maintained. When she saw the villa in front of her, she beamed with excitement.

"Xiaoxian, your boyfriend gave it to you, right? He's really generous!"

"I knew coming to Hong Kong was the right decision. There are so many wealthy people in Hong Kong, and sure enough, you've found a rich husband!"

Ms. Ye entered the villa and was very satisfied with the luxurious interior decoration, even more so with this future son-in-law she had never met.

I touched the texture of the sofa, and it felt comfortable to sit on; it gave me a sense of being enveloped.

"Xiaoxian, how much is this villa worth?"

Wang Zuxian was also very proud, after all, she was young, lived in a detached villa, drove a luxury car, and was definitely a goddess.

"More than five million, I guess."

Five million? Ms. Ye gasped. That was over five million in the 1980s! That was more than the price of a house in Taipei! Ms. Ye became even more curious about her future son-in-law.

"Xiaoxian, whose family is your boyfriend? He's so rich, won't he look down on our family?"

Ms. Ye knows that wealthy families value matching social status, and there are quite a few wealthy families in Hong Kong who marry female celebrities!
Wang Zuxian didn't reply; she didn't know how to explain it to her mother, Ms. Ye.

You can't exactly say that you don't have a formal status yet and are the other person's mistress.

Ms. Ye noticed something was wrong and saw that Wang Zuxian's expression was off, so she quickly asked him:

"Xiaoxian, tell me the truth, who are you with?"

"It can't be some rich old man, can it? Our family can't afford to lose face like that."

Although Ms. Ye likes money, she doesn't want her daughter to marry a wealthy old man. What if her son-in-law is much older than her? Wouldn't that make her a laughing stock?

"What? What old man?!"

Wang Zuxian was speechless. What kind of person did Ms. Ye think she was? An old man?

When Ms. Ye heard that it wasn't an old man, she became even more curious. If it wasn't an old man, who would give you a villa for no reason?

These days, rich people aren't stupid; the richer they are, the stingier they become.

Wang Zuxian felt that Ms. Ye was looking at him with an accusatory air, and if he didn't reveal some information, he probably wouldn't be able to get past this hurdle.

"Wait, let me find some information for you to look at~"

Wang Zuxian took out newspapers from the room. These were old newspapers about Yang Jun that Wang Zuxian had collected before. He cut them out with scissors and put them in a box as souvenirs. It was a whole stack of them!

Wang Zuxian placed the newspapers in front of Ms. Ye and said to her:
"Look, all the information is here~"

Ms. Ye picked up the newspaper, completely bewildered, and looked at the news articles, which were all from the last three years.

Giant Group acquires Swire Group for a huge sum, making Yang Jun the new richest Chinese!

The world's richest man, Mr. Yang, announced the establishment of the Yang's Children's Charitable Foundation, donating HK$1 million to children's welfare homes and building two special primary schools in Hong Kong!

Chinese businessman Yang Jun, with a net worth of $90 billion, tops the Forbes list of the richest Chinese person!

Ms. Ye looked at Wang Zuxian with confusion. These were all news articles about Yang Jun, the world's richest man. Of course, she had heard of this name.

Yang Jun, the world's richest man, is a well-known figure in Taiwan, and Ms. Yeh has certainly heard of him.

Why are you showing me news about Mr. Yang?

Wang Zuxian rolled his eyes at Ms. Ye and said with a smile:

"You want to know who my boyfriend is? It's him!"

Ms. Ye's eyes widened, and she said in astonishment:

"You mean Mr. Yang, the world's richest man, is your boyfriend? You're not kidding me?"

"Don't joke around, Mr. Yang is my son-in-law?"

Ms. Ye was dumbfounded, and asked Wang Zuxian again, still questioning him.

She couldn't believe it; she wouldn't even dare to dream of such a beautiful dream.

Wang Zuxian spread his hands and said helplessly:
"I told you, but you just didn't believe me~"

Ms. Ye jumped up excitedly, paced back and forth in the room, and exclaimed in shock:

"Wang Zuxian, you've struck it rich! I'm rich too; my son-in-law is the richest man in the world!"

"When can we invite Mr. Yang over for a meal so we can get to know each other?"

Ms. Ye held Wang Zuxian's hand and said excitedly.

Wang Zuxian inwardly scorned the snobbish Ms. Ye, and said with a smile:

"He's very busy with work; he might only come two or three times a month,"

Ms. Ye also realized that Yang Jun had a wife and son. Just a few days ago, she read in the newspaper that the most powerful prince in Hong Kong had been born!

His own daughter had a low status; at most, she was just a mistress.

"Xiaoxian, don't be discouraged. It's not impossible for a mistress to become the wife of a wealthy man. As long as you please Mr. Yang, you might be able to take over his house and move into the Victoria Peak villa!"

“I heard that Mr. Yang’s villa on Victoria Peak is now worth billions of Hong Kong dollars.”

Compared to the multi-billion dollar luxury estates on Victoria Peak, the villas in Repulse Bay don't seem so appealing.

After learning that Wang Zuxian was a mistress, Ms. Ye did not try to stop her, but instead encouraged her to work harder and become his wife as soon as possible.
"Oh, right, try to give him a son!"

Wang Zuxian nodded. She wanted to too! Next time, she wouldn't take birth control pills and would secretly get pregnant with Yang Jun's child.

Kimberley Road, Tsim Sha Tsui East, Hong Kong.

He Yong led Changmao Jie and his group through the city in a swaggering manner. The group of more than ten people walked up to a newspaper stand.

"When did the newspaper vendor come out?"

He Yong walked up to Hung Hing's Big Head and mocked:

"Do you understand the rules for selling goods here?"

He Yong knew Big Head from Hung Hing; the two had a history of conflict in the underworld, so they were like old enemies.

Da Tou didn't want to argue with He Yong, and said to He Yong;
"What rules? I have a license to sell things here."

"I don't know what you're talking about?"

Longhair Jie picked up the magazine, flipped through a couple of pages, and then lost interest!
"Damn it, it's not a porn magazine! Who the hell would buy this?!"

"Collecting protection money!"

Hung Hing's Big Head takes the blame for the triad boss B. Boss B tells Big Head that he can be released in three years, and when he gets out, Big Head will become the boss.

As a result, three years passed, then another three years passed, and in total, he was sentenced to nine years in prison.

After Big Head was released from prison, Boss B had already been killed, and the leader of Hung Hing was no longer Chiang Tin-sang, but Chiang Tin-yeung.

Da Tou was extremely disappointed and could only rely on selling newspapers at a stall. He never expected that even selling newspapers would be harassed by gangs, so he argued his case:

"This place has always been neglected, why are they collecting protection money?"

He Yong sneered:
"Starting this month, this area will be managed by us and Lian Sheng, and we will charge 2080 yuan per month."

Big Head was so angry his face turned green. He only earned 3 to 4 yuan a month, but he had to pay 2080 yuan. It was even more outrageous than the foreigners! Wasn't this taking his own money?

"Is it too little?"

He Yong forcibly pressed Da Tou's head onto the stall, and the surrounding underlings laughed.

Just then, Yang Jun's convoy drove nearby and saw Da Tou being pinned down on the stall by He Yong. He frowned and said:

"Stop the car and see what's going on?"

He Yong was someone he knew; he was the one who bullied newspaper vendors in Tsim Sha Tsui.
This was outrageous, so Yang Jun walked over and saw that He Yong was indeed bullying Da Tou.

There were many onlookers around, but they just pointed and talked from a distance, and no one dared to go up and help.

"Stop! He Yong, what are you doing?"

Just as Longhair Jie was about to reprimand him, he turned his head and saw a group of men in black suits walking over. The man in the middle, surrounded by a crowd of admirers, was none other than...
"Mr. Yang..."

Seeing Changmao Jie's shocked expression, He Yong sensed something was wrong and quickly turned to look.
(End of this chapter)