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

Chapter 71, Section 70: Getting Caught in the Crossfire While Just Eating Melon? Leslie Cheung is Crying!
Wang Jin, the chubby boy, was pale and stammered:
"Boss, it's like this, actually Leslie Cheung was forced into it. He was taken away with a gun to his head."

Yang Jun suddenly realized that the triads' infiltration of Hong Kong's entertainment industry had already begun.

Sha Mengdeng is one of the Five Tigers of Tung Sing, and he is the most business-savvy among them. Seeing Yang Jun investing in the film industry, he also plans to copy his approach.

However, Sha Meng Deng only knows how to copy others' work. He doesn't have a good script, so he can only copy New City's "Aces Go Places". The name and plot are basically the same, and it is called the sequel to "Aces Go Places".

This actor, Sha Mengdeng, does have some brains; if the script isn't good enough, he'll use a star to fill the gap.

They planned to hire a big-name star to star in the film, so they chose Leslie Cheung, who was very popular in Hong Kong.

What should I do if I don't have money? I want the goods, but I have no funds. What should I do?
So, a dozen or so short mules rushed to Leslie Cheung's house, held a gun to his head, and forcibly tied him up and took him to the New Territories.
"You mean Leslie Cheung was forced to go to the New Territories to film a movie with no other choice, and was forced to do so at gunpoint?"

Yang Jun then understood the whole story. Zhang Guorong wasn't disrespecting him; he had just been kidnapped by the Dongxing gang.

Damn! These Tung Sing bastards are so arrogant?
"Boss, why don't we call the police and have them rescue Leslie Cheung?"

Wang Jin suggested calling the police, but Ahua, who was next to Yang Jun, directly objected, saying to Yang Jun:
"Brother Jun, calling the police won't work; we'll just be laughed at by other gangs."

Yang Jun nodded. Of course, they couldn't call the police! Gangs have their own rules. The Triads originated from the Hung Society, and the Hung Society's biggest taboo was colluding with the government.

Things in the underworld should be settled within the underworld. Wang Jin isn't a member of the gang, so it's understandable that he doesn't know the rules.

"Ahua, inform Nine-Dragon to bring the person back."

Yang Jun handed over the Tsim Sha Tsui East venue to Nine Dragons. Nine Dragons was a Red Pole like Lok Tin-hung, but Lok Tin-hung was recognized by Hung Hing and had the honorary title of Double Flower.

Ah Wah's eyes lit up. Jun Ge was planning to snatch the person directly and was gathering his men to go to Tai Po in the New Territories to snatch him.

There's no need for fancy tricks; reasoning with Tung Sing won't work, force is the simplest solution.

"Yes, Brother Jun!"

Wang Jin, the chubby boy, looked nervous. Although he knew that his boss was a member of a triad, he never expected that the two major triads would fight over Zhang Guorong.

At Oura Shirasa, a small film crew is shooting a movie here. There aren't many people in the crew, only about twenty in total.

Often, one person wears many hats, which gives off a poor and shabby vibe. For example, there is only one director, who also has to work as a script supervisor.

Leslie Cheung sat on a bench, frowning, as a makeup artist touched up his makeup.

"Guorong, the director just said that we need to stay and work overtime tonight to try to wrap up filming in seven days."

Leslie Cheung sighed. This kind of poorly made movie was simply an insult to intelligence; whoever bought a ticket was doomed.
"Guorong, just bear with it a little longer, it will be finished in seven more days."

Agent Chen could only offer kind words of advice, after all, when you're under someone else's roof, you have to bow your head.

Tai Po in the New Territories was Tung Sing's territory. Leslie Cheung and his manager had no power or influence; they were just actors.

In fact, Zhang Guoren's manager, Sister Chen, also sought help from Capital Artists Records. The CEO of Capital Artists Records simply told Zhang Guoren to be patient and let the matter drop.

"Understood, Sister Chen!"

Leslie Cheung felt aggrieved. What good was being a big star? In Hong Kong, without powerful figures from triads protecting him, he was powerless to control his own destiny!

Leslie Cheung could only force himself to continue filming, and his co-star was an unknown actress.

"Hey, what are you doing here?"

There were about a dozen short mules guarding the film crew. Although Sha Mengdeng was not there, Sha Mengdeng's leader, Fatty Qiang, was always on set.

Fatty Qiang was obese with a gold necklace around his neck and a face full of fat. When he saw Nine-Dragon leading more than twenty people out of the van, he immediately became alert.

"Looking for someone, is Mr. Leslie Cheung here?"

Nine-Dragon was dressed in a suit, tie, and leather shoes. Behind him were more than twenty henchmen, all dressed in suits, tall and imposing.

On the other hand, the Dongxing group was dressed like beggars, and they were either too fat or too thin, standing crookedly, which made them look much less imposing.

"Brother Qiang, he's with Handsome Jun!"

The Tung Sing underlings recognized Nine-Dragon and his gang, because among all the triads in Hong Kong, only Handsome Jun's underlings dressed so flamboyantly.

Fatty Qiang was furious. So what if he's Handsome Jun's man? This is Tung Sing's territory.

What's more, they're all dressed so handsomely, Fatty Qiang is jealous.

So, Fatty shoved aside the two Tung Sing henchmen, strode forward menacingly, and stood very close to Nine-Tattooed Dragon, roaring:
“If you want to find someone, go to the police station. This is Tai Po, not a place for you and Lianzai to act arrogantly.”

Nine-Tattooed Dragon looked down at Fatty Qiang at close range and said viciously:

"Where are you from? You're quite interesting to talk to."

The surrounding onlookers were still confused about what was going on. Were both gangs here for Leslie Cheung?

Why are they standing so close? Aren't they afraid of eating each other's saliva?

"I don't know! Maybe they have some kind of quirks from being in gangs? Anyway, they're all pretty shady!"

"Speechless! Can't you guys focus on the main point? They're here to steal Leslie Cheung."

The onlookers around were buzzing with discussion, and Leslie Cheung was also taken aback. Who were these men in black? He didn't recognize them at all.

When Fatty Qiang heard Nine-Dragon ask him where he was from, he immediately straightened his chest and proudly said:

"I'm from Tung Sing, my boss is Sha Meng Deng!"

Nine-Dragon scoffed. It turned out to be one of the Five Tigers of Tung Sing. Tung Sing's men were based in the New Territories and their strength was comparable to that of Hung Hing.

Dongxing Sha Meng Deng's strength is far inferior to Jun Ge's, so he is not afraid at all.

"Dongxing? I'm so scared~"

Nine-Dragon made an exaggerated expression, then chuckled.

"You're from the East Star, right? I'm from the South Star, he's from the North Star, and he's from the Black Star!"

Nine-Dragon suppressed a laugh, pointed at his henchmen behind him, and uttered the most arrogant words, maximizing his mockery of Fatty Qiang from Tung Sing.

Even the onlookers couldn't help but laugh. This kid, Nine-Dragon, has a knack for humor; he's practically telling a comedy routine here.

Damn it! Fatty Qiang is furious. What do you do when you can't win a trash talk battle?
"Hit him!" Fatty shouted loudly.

"Take them down! Let them know whose territory Dapu is."

Although Dongxing's underlings were few in number, they were fighting on home soil and couldn't back down, so a dozen or so short mules swarmed forward.

In less than a minute, Nine-Dragon and his men had dealt with these little bastards, and Nine-Dragon kicked the frail Tung Sing Boy away.

"Holy crap! What do we do, Qiang Ge?"

Fatty rushed forward and was also slashed, but because he had a lot of fat and a thick layer of fat defense, he could only retreat.

"Strategic retreat"

Actually, he was just running away. Fatty Qiang took a few steps back and saw Leslie Cheung watching the show.

"Go to hell! He's the one who shook you, chop him up!"

Fatty Qiang got angry as soon as he saw Leslie Cheung. He had just heard that Nine Dragons of Wo Shing was looking for Leslie Cheung, so it must have been Leslie Cheung who called for help.

Leslie Cheung, who was watching the drama unfold, was stunned. He hadn't met anyone!
Run? Leslie Cheung was speechless. He was just watching a fight and got dragged into this mess?

Although Fatty Keung was fat, he was a nimble fat man who caught up with Leslie Cheung in just a few steps.

"Chop him down!"

"Ahhh!!!" Poor Leslie Cheung, he was slashed in the back and fell to the ground.

Fatty Qiang was a little scared when he saw that he had injured someone, and Nine-Dragon and his gang were chasing after him.

"Damn it, run!"

When Nine-Dragon saw that Leslie Cheung had been slashed, he was extremely anxious, as he had seen photos of Leslie Cheung before.

"Grab that fat guy!"

Nine-Dragon cursed inwardly, "This fat guy is too good at running away, is he on drugs?"
Hung Hing's underlings surrounded Fatty in a rural field, where Nine-Dragon immediately launched a fierce attack.

"You think you can run away again? Fuck your mother! You think you can run away?!"

Seeing Leslie Cheung injured, Nine-Dragon was furious and slapped Fatty Keung five or six times, his hands turning red before he stopped.

"Let's go, take Mr. Zhang to the hospital!"

Nine-Dragon dared not delay and quickly prepared to leave, as this was Dongxing's territory.

But just as he opened the door to leave, one of the henchmen pointed to the road ahead and hurriedly said:

"Brother Long, someone else is here. Could it be someone from Tung Sing?"

Nine-Dragon looked closely and realized that the leader was none other than Dongguan Boy.

Dongguan Boy arrived with dozens of his underlings and saw that Nine-Dragon, dressed in a suit and tie, was unharmed, while Dongxing's short mule was lying on the ground.

"Ah Long, my boss, Daipu Hei, sent me to help."

Dongguan Boy saw that Nine-Dragon and his gang were all dressed in suits and ties, and he felt envious. He was willing to risk everything to sell contraband, but he seemed to be living a worse life than Nine-Dragon.

Handsome Jun's underlings were indeed formidable fighters, each one tall and strong, and they knocked down all of the Dongxing underlings on the other side, while Nine-Tattooed Dragon and his men were basically unharmed.

Tai Po Black? Nine-Dragon nodded, referring to the leader of the Lian Sheng Group in Tai Po.

Dapuhei seems to respect Jun-ge quite a bit, and Jun-ge helps Dapuhei make money in the financial field.

"Okay, we'll be going then!"

Nine-Dragon smiled. Jun-ge really has a wide network of connections. Most people would run away as fast as they could in this situation, but I didn't expect Da-pu-hei to take the initiative to help.

Nine-Dragon was in a hurry to take Leslie Cheung to the hospital, so he didn't bother to exchange pleasantries with Dongguan Boy.

"let's go!"

Not long after Nine-Dragon got into the car, he saw Dongguan Boy fighting with the henchmen of Tung Sing who had come to help. The fight was very intense.

Harcourt House, located at 39 Gloucester Road, Wan Chai, Hong Kong, is a Grade A office and commercial building with 27 floors.

At that moment, a convoy of luxury cars arrived at the entrance of the building, with five Mercedes-Benz W14s parked in front of the building.

Yang Jun stepped out of the car, straightened his collar, and confidently puffed on a cigar.

Behind him were a dozen or so men and women dressed in suits. The men were wearing suits and carrying bags, while the women were also dressed appropriately, in pencil skirts and high heels.

A dozen or so people filed in, attracting the attention of the staff on the first floor. The staff looked at the group with curiosity and began to whisper among themselves.

"Who are they? They look so imposing."

"I heard it's for buying a building; our building is going to be sold."

"Oh no! Really? Someone can afford this building?"

"It should be about buying several floors; our building is sold by the floor."

Harcourt House is a property of Hong Kong Land, whose parent company is Jardine Matheson, one of the four major trading companies that competed with the shipping magnate for Kowloon Wharf a few years ago.

Harcourt House is a property under Jardine Matheson, and it ranks among the top buildings in Wan Chai.

Based on current property prices, this building is estimated to be worth at least 600 million yuan. I never expected anyone could afford it.

On the top floor of the Harcourt Building, Joseph, a senior executive of Jardine Matheson, was startled when he saw Yang Jun walking at the front.

"Mr. Yang, I didn't expect you to be so young?"

Joseph heard that someone wanted to buy a floor in the Harcourt House at Hong Kong Land and was very curious about when a hidden tycoon had appeared in Hong Kong.

Unexpectedly, the person who came was a young man in his early twenties.

"Mr. Joseph, let's get down to business!"

"Alright, alright! Kelly, pour tea for our distinguished guest."

Joseph invited Yang Jun to sit on the sofa in his office, and then tentatively began to ask:

"Mr. Yang, are you looking to purchase some of our floor space? How many floors would you like to buy?"

How many floors do you want to buy? Yang Jun shook his head and smiled faintly:

"It's not about how many floors there are, it's about you selling the entire building to me."

What? Joseph almost spat out the tea in his mouth when he heard this.

"You want them all?" Joseph was shocked by this. They had decided to sell the building by the floor in order to get rid of it as soon as possible.

Because most wealthy people can't afford to buy the entire Harcourt Building, they can only buy individual units to sell quickly.

After his initial shock, Joseph was inwardly overjoyed, but outwardly remained calm as he spoke to Yang Jun:
"Mr. Yang, if our building is sold as a package, it will cost at least 650 million!"

"However, it must be paid in full at once; installments are not accepted!"

A big client! Joseph hadn't expected that this young man, Yang Jun, was such a big client, so he became serious and decided to discuss this lucrative deal properly!

6 million? Yang Jun chuckled lightly.

The price wasn't expensive, but it had to be paid in full upfront, which meant Jardine Matheson was indeed experiencing cash flow problems.

Yang Jun had long heard that Jardine Matheson was expanding too fast, its cash flow was drying up, and it urgently needed to recover funds.

"Four hundred million, I'll pay it all at once."

Yang Jun immediately called out a price of 400 million, causing Joseph's lips to twitch.

Four hundred million? No way.

“Mr. Yang, you’re not being sincere. The Xia Que Building is worth at least 8 million yuan. It’s just that the real estate market has been sluggish in the last two years, which has led to its value being seriously underestimated.”

"If you buy it, the building will be worth more than a billion in less than three years."

Joseph, in order to sell the building at a high price, boasted about it himself; real estate agents always try to mislead the market by saying that prices will rise.

Although Joseph felt that the property market would continue to decline because the negotiations regarding Hong Kong Island were not going smoothly, and the Iron Lady, the Prime Minister who was notoriously difficult to deal with, even tripped and fell.

Yang Jun shrugged and chuckled:

"Since the building is so good, why doesn't Hong Kong Land keep it?"

Joseph was speechless after being rebuked. He had underestimated this young man. He hadn't expected that Yang Jun, despite his young age, was so shrewd and experienced.

"Ahem, anyway, four hundred million is impossible. If possible, I can apply to the leader for five hundred and fifty million."

(End of this chapter)