Hong Kong variety show: I can boost loyalty, the most generous boss.

Chapter 3.3. I can be that blond guy too!

The staff and customers all bowed their heads like quails. Occasionally, someone would run away without thinking, only to be shot by the loudspeaker and left lying in a pool of blood to intimidate the others.

The jewelry store was in complete chaos, filled with screams and cries, and no one dared to call the police!
The loudspeaker glanced down at his watch and urged:

"Time's almost up, the cops are almost here, let's retreat!"

"Fuck your mother! We told you to retreat, but you're trying to get everyone killed!"

Yang Jun kicked the trumpet-wielding underling, Dao Zai, who was still engrossed in pretending to be rich, probably addicted to it.

As soon as the group stepped out of the jewelry store, they were met by two patrolling military officers. The two officers were terrified by the sight and grabbed a revolver.

Da da da da da da
The loudspeaker, wielding an AK47 assault rifle, sprayed bullets, pinning down the two military police officers opposite him so they couldn't raise their heads.

"Fuck your mother! Trying to scare your dad with a revolver?"

"Holy crap~ Where's Ahua? Where's the car?"

Laba and Yang Jun and the others ran to the roadside and found that Ahua was not at the designated location.

"boarding!"

At that moment, Ahua darted out of the alley and parked the van steadily in front of everyone. Without thinking twice, everyone got into the van.

As soon as the car door closed, Car King Hua floored the accelerator and started playing Fast and Furious in the bustling city center.

Drifting around corners and weaving through traffic, it quickly disappeared into the flow of cars, and the police couldn't catch up at all!
In those days, there were no cameras on the streets, so to catch robbers, you usually had to catch them red-handed. They were safe for the time being.

"Fuck your mother, Ahua, where the hell were you just now?"

The loudspeaker roared at Ahua, looking like it was there to interrogate him.

"Brother Loudspeaker, I just saw a police car, so I deliberately drove my car into it to distract them."

Upon hearing this, Yang Jun felt more and more that Ahua was a talented person. If he recruited him to work for him, he wouldn't have to worry about being chased by the cops anymore.

"Alright, Trumpet, go exchange the stolen goods for cash first, then we'll split the money and go our separate ways."

Yang Jun changed the subject, and the loudspeaker, not daring to offend him, nodded and said to Ahua:
"I'll let you off this time, you son of a bitch, go to Temple Street in Yau Ma Tei."

Ahua breathed a sigh of relief, turned to Yang Jun, nodded and smiled to express his gratitude!
Temple Street is located in Yau Ma Tei, not far from Tsim Sha Tsui, and is also one of the most bustling areas in Yau Tsim Mong.

Temple Street is known as a street of affordable local food. Every evening, it's packed with people who come to the stalls to enjoy a bowl of beef offal and a bowl of the local specialty beef balls.

However, it was only half a day, and the streets were deserted. Following the directions from the loudspeaker, Ahua arrived at an old apartment building.

"Want to come up together?"

The reason the loudspeaker invited Yang Jun to go up with him was simply to avoid suspicion. With so much gold jewelry, the price he could sell it for was entirely up to the loudspeaker.

"Tianhong, go and follow them to take a look."

Yang Jun gestured for Luo Tianhong to come along, while he stayed in the car.

Laba and Luo Tianhong went to deal with the stolen goods, exchanging the stolen gold for Hong Kong dollars. It was certain that the middlemen would make a profit from the price difference.

Yang Jun said to Ahua, who was driving:

"I'm going downstairs for a smoke."

Ahua nodded; he also had a good impression of this older brother from Wo Shing Wo.

Yang Jun walked several streets to a small shop, dialed Inspector Xu's number, and the call was quickly answered.

"Hey, who are you?"

"What? Old Xu jumped off a building?! Damn it!"

Yang Jun hung up the phone in a daze, his mind blank. Had Inspector Xu jumped off a building and died?

In other words, no one knows that he is an undercover agent?
In addition, he had just participated in the robbery of a gold shop. If he were caught by the cops, wouldn't he at least spend the rest of his life in jail?
Damn it, there's only one way to go down this dead end.

There are indeed people who join triads and eventually clean up their act, and quite a few of them at that, such as a certain leading family in the Hong Kong film industry.

After I became famous, great scholars naturally came to debate the classics for me.
But if you've decided to get involved, you have to be the biggest and most ruthless one. Being a shorty will only lead to your demise!
On the battlefield, soldiers who are afraid of death are often the most likely to die.

Yang Jun was lost in thought, his eyes gradually turning cold and fierce.

"Hey, are you done? Two yuan, thanks!" The shop owner next to him urged impatiently, not wanting to delay his business.

Yang Jun was speechless. He tossed out two coins. It was really inconvenient not having a cell phone.

Let's set a small goal first: buy a mobile phone. Otherwise, it'll be too much trouble to call my henchmen to fight people.

It was 1982, and mobile phones were a standard accessory for the wealthy, with a single phone costing over 30,000 yuan.

Ordinary families simply couldn't afford one. Yang Jun only carried a pager, the kind that could only receive signals but couldn't make calls.

Yang Jun went back, and the others had already come down, their expressions somewhat unfriendly.

"Let's go find a place to divide the money."

The horn told Ah Wah to drive the car towards the New Territories, and they found a deserted spot in Tuen Mun, a place where there was no one for kilometers around.

Yang Jun always kept his shotgun inside his leather jacket; a gun is a man's courage!
After everyone got out of the car, the man opened his briefcase, which contained stacks of colorful Hong Kong dollars. The surrounding thugs swallowed hard, their eyes gleaming!

Only Yang Jun remained expressionless, his mind completely calm.

“A total of HK$120 million, divided into seven parts, HK$17 for each person.”

"Ahua, you can only take half. This is yours, 8!"

Che Wanghua was seething with anger, but dared not vent it on the horn.

"You think it's too little? You almost ruined everything. I'm only giving you 80,000 because of your boss, Seventh Brother."

That's how the world is; without a background or strength, you'll be bullied. Ahua could only swallow his bitterness.

"Handsome Jun, here are your two portions, 34 each, no less!"

Yang Jun casually handed the money to Luo Tianhong, who was overjoyed. This was his mother's life-saving money.

"Brother Jun, I will pay you back."

Yang Jun smiled but didn't say anything. He kept the brotherhood in his heart and said that he could always reach him by phone if anything happened.

Suddenly, a rustling sound came from inside the van, immediately attracting everyone's attention.

"Is there anyone else?"

The thugs panicked. La Ba led two of his henchmen over and saw a girl in a white dress looking at them in terror.

"Damn it, kill her!"

The loudspeaker was a little confused. How did a woman suddenly appear in the van? Did that mean the girl had heard everything they had just said?

Cut the weeds and eliminate the roots; this girl had seen his face before.

"Don't kill her, I brought her back!"

Ahua panicked and quickly stepped in front of the girl.

It turns out that Ahua was being watched by the police this morning, and in desperation, he kidnapped the rich girl JOJO. He had been hiding in the trunk and no one had noticed.

For some reason, the rich girl suddenly made a sound.

"Hey, give me some face! Let her go."

The loudspeaker slapped Ahua across the face, roaring furiously:
"Who the hell do you think you are, expecting me to give you face?"

Ahua was slapped to the ground and looked quite disheveled. He then begged Yang Jun for help.

"Brother Jun, this girl's hot!"

Even the martial arts fanatic Luo Tianhong thought the girl was very beautiful, and Yang Jun also took a closer look at her.

The girl was beautiful, with fair skin and a delicate, endearing air, which aroused a man's protective instincts.

Oh? This is the rich, beautiful JOJO, who was kidnapped by that blond-haired guy Ahua in the movie "A Moment of Romance".

The nemesis of the rich, well-behaved girl is the blond-haired boy. Yang Jun looked at the disheveled blond-haired Ahua on the ground.

"Damn! I can be that blond guy," Yang Jun said, flicking his flowing long hair.

(End of this chapter)