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

Chapter 86, Section 85. You call this playing golf?

Yang Jun breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, it was discovered early, and this informant had made a great contribution.

Six months ago, Yang Jun took out ten million Hong Kong dollars and asked Ah Hua to find a way to place some informants in various industries in Hong Kong to provide some effective intelligence.

A certain amount of money is awarded based on the importance of the intelligence. Although they were all trivial matters before, this crucial matter was discovered ahead of schedule today.

"Give this informant a reward of 20 yuan; the information he provided was too crucial."

"Got it, boss!"

HK$20 is equivalent to several years' wages for an average worker in Hong Kong. This informant is quite lucky.

"Ahua, get Luo Tianhong and the others to make their move immediately!"

“Go to the printing plant and burn all the newspapers. Also, go to the newspaper office and bring back Editor-in-Chief Liu Taomin.”

At Yang Jun's command, Luo Tianhong and the others immediately sprang into action.

Wai Ming Printing Factory is a small factory with more than 30 employees, located in the Kwun Tong Industrial Area.

As usual, four workers loaded tomorrow's newspapers onto a truck, which will transport the newspapers to various districts of Hong Kong and then distribute them to newsstands.

Suddenly, a commotion came from the doorway, which caught the attention of Meng Chao, the printing factory manager.

When Meng Chao looked up, dozens of masked men wielding sticks rushed into the printing factory and surrounded the people who were carrying goods.

Meng Chao was completely bewildered. He took out a cigarette and greeted them with a fawning smile.

"Brothers! We've paid the protection money, and this area is under Hung Hing's protection."

In Hong Kong, all industries have to pay protection money to triads, and this factory is no exception; they have already paid protection money to Hung Hing.

Luo Tianhong, her face covered, said coldly:
"We're not here to collect protection money. Where is today's Dagongbao newspaper?"

Ah! Meng Chao couldn't understand why these people were asking the newspaper, so he told them the truth.

"They're all in the car. If you want to buy newspapers, go to the newsstand."

Luo Tianhong got into the car and pulled out a few newspapers from a pile of newspapers, all of which had photos of Yang Jun on them.

"Damn it! Who the hell wants to harm my boss?!"

Luo Tianhong, enraged, kicked a bundle of newspapers away and then said to his subordinates:
"Drive the car away!"

One of the underlings roughly pulled the driver out of the car and sat in it himself; he had been driving a truck since joining the gang.

When Meng Chao, the printing factory manager, realized something was wrong, he immediately went to stop it.

“You can’t drive it away; these are newspapers from our printing plant.”

Luo Tianhong was already furious, and now Meng Chao was asking for trouble?

Luo Tianhong kicked Meng Chao away and said viciously:
"Hit me!"

The henchmen swarmed around him and started punching and kicking Manager Meng.

When the workers saw Meng Chao being beaten, they didn't dare to come up and help. These were all members of the gang, and gang members had no humanity!

These workers all have families and jobs, so of course they wouldn't act like heroes!
Seeing that Meng Chao was beaten so badly he couldn't get up, Luo Tianhong told his underlings to stop and grabbed Meng Chao by the collar.

"I'm warning you, if you print newspapers indiscriminately again, next time it won't just be a simple injury."

"Did you hear that clearly?"

Meng Chao was on the verge of tears. He was just a manager, not the boss. Why was he trying to be a hero?

I got beaten up for no reason, sob sob sob.
"I heard you clearly, I heard you clearly!"

Luo Tianhong's anger subsided, so he told his underlings to drive the truck away, in case they delayed any longer and the cops would come.

Luo Tianhong swaggered away with his henchmen, muttering to himself as he went.

"If it weren't for the boss telling me to be approachable, this damn manager would be dead meat!"

After Luo Tianhong and the others left, a group of workers surrounded Meng Chao and bombarded him with questions.

"Manager Meng, should we call the police?"

"Yes! Our whole truckload of newspapers was stolen!"

"I've seen bank robberies and jewelry store robberies, but this is the first time I've seen someone rob a newspaper!"

The workers looked at each other in disbelief. They had been working there for over a decade, and this was the first time they had ever seen anyone snatch newspapers.

These newspapers are worthless, and we can't sell them even if we take them back!

Meng Chao suddenly remembered a news article in the newspaper about rumors about a gang leader. The gang leader was named Junlai and had thousands of followers.

The newspaper article described someone who kills without blinking an eye—oh my god! Meng Chao felt a chill run down his spine!
"Don't call the police! I'll tell the boss about this."

Meng Chao knew how powerful these gangs were. Calling the police would only bring more intense retaliation. He only made a little over a thousand yuan a month. Why should he risk his life against these desperados?

The other workers, of course, preferred to avoid trouble. Since Manager Meng Chao had told them not to call the police, they certainly couldn't cause any more trouble!
Luo Tianhong instructed his underlings to drive the car to a secluded spot, then took out a lighter and lit the newspaper. The raging fire quickly engulfed the entire car.

Only after seeing that the entire truckload of newspapers had been burned did Luo Tianhong leave with a sense of relief!

The Hong Kong headquarters of the Tai Kung Pao newspaper.

A group of short mules with dragon and tiger tattoos rushed into the newspaper office. The employees inside dared not speak, except for one male intern who asked a question.

"Who are you? This is a newspaper office!"

Cang Sheng casually glanced around and said fiercely:

"This is none of your business. I'm here to see Editor-in-Chief Liu Taomin. He owes our boss one million!"

So they were just collecting debts! Everyone breathed a sigh of relief and then looked gloatingly towards Editor-in-Chief Liu's office.

"Editor-in-Chief Liu is working inside, so please don't cause any trouble. Be civilized when collecting debts!"

Cang Sheng grinned maliciously and led a dozen or so henchmen to Liu's office, where they dragged Liu Taomin out.

Liu Tao was dumbfounded; he didn't recognize these people at all!

"Who are you? I don't owe you any money."

Liu Taomin usually plays cards in Macau. People from Macau generally don't come to Hong Kong. Moreover, he had already made an agreement with the people in Macau to repay the money next week.

"Don't you? You owe so much!"

Cang Sheng didn't want to listen to Liu Taomin's nonsense. He forcibly shoved Liu Taomin into the van, closed the door, and sped off into the street.

Only then did the newspaper staff dare to call the police, but they all assumed that Editor-in-Chief Liu had been arrested by loan sharks, and that's what they told the police as well.

Liu Taomin was hooded and taken to a three-story seaside villa, one of the many properties Yang Jun had purchased.

Yang Jun was playing golf on the grass. He swung and the ball landed steadily in the hole, which was more than 20 meters away. It was fast, accurate and powerful!

“Good shot~”

Although Cang Sheng doesn't play golf, he's seen it all, even if he's never played it. The upper class in Hong Kong likes horse racing and golf, and he's watched a few open tournaments on TV.

"Boss, Liu Taomin is here!"

Liu Taomin is a little chubby, wearing a black suit and glasses. He has a big head and ears and looks quite lucky.

"Untie him!"

Cang Sheng pulled off Liu Taomin's hood, and Liu Taomin looked around in panic. They were inside a villa.

A dozen men in suits stood by the roadside inside the villa; were they the villa's bodyguards?

When Liu Taomin saw Yang Jun, his pupils contracted; he looked somewhat familiar!
"Editor-in-Chief Liu, don't you recognize me?"

When Liu Taomin saw Yang Jun smiling at him, a wave of fear washed over him. The smile was truly chilling!

He immediately recognized him—wasn't this Yang Jun, the bigwig of the reporting organization he knew? "Mr. Yang, I'm the editor-in-chief of the newspaper! Don't do anything rash!"

Liu Taomin was panicking inside, but his face remained calm as he spoke.

Liu Taomin, who considered himself a cultured man, gradually calmed down and began to threaten others with arrogance.

"You'd better let me go right now. I'm a celebrity in the cultural world, you know what the cultural world is? I'm friends with Wong Jim and Ni Kuang!"

Liu Taomin cited the Four Great Talents of Hong Kong to demonstrate his own high level of expertise.

Scholars are aloof and form their own circle in Hong Kong. They have never looked down on dwarfs or businessmen, and their pens are their weapons!

"Oh! The Four Great Talents of Hong Kong are your friends? I've heard so much about you!"

Yang Jun looked flattered and bowed to Liu Taomin.

Liu Taomin revealed a hint of smugness. Sure enough, when he announced his name, these short mules would respect him.

"Mr. Yang, let's just let this go. Please release me immediately, and I won't call the police!"

"The flood washed away the Dragon King's temple; we scholars value our promises most."

Yang Jun smiled, pointed to the golf course in front of him, and said to Liu Taomin:

"No rush, let's finish playing golf before we leave!"

Playing golf? Liu Taomin certainly knows how, but he's not in the mood right now and is about to refuse!
Seeing the unfriendly looks from the bodyguards in suits around him, Liu Taomin swallowed hard.

"Alright! Then I'll gladly accept your offer."

Liu Taomin was about to choose a golf club that suited his needs when two burly men in black pinned him to the ground and asked him, their faces covered in cold sweat:
"Mr. Yang, what are you doing?"

Yang Juncan chuckled, waved the golf club in his hand, and said playfully:

"Playing golf~"

Ahua took out a white ball and placed it on Liu Taomin's mouth.

Liu Taomin instinctively sensed danger and struggled desperately. Ahua angrily slapped Liu Taomin twice, swelling his face.

"Don't move! Old Biden~ If you move again, I'll kill you~"

After being slapped twice, Liu Taomin became obedient, his body trembling uncontrollably.

"Waaaaah~ Let me go~"

Liu Taomin had lost all his scholarly integrity; cold sweat streamed down his face, and tears welled up in his eyes, on the verge of bursting into tears.

Yang Jun ignored Liu Taomin, swung his club heavily, and the ball flew dozens of meters away, but failed to go into the hole.

"Ahhh~"

Liu Taomin screamed in agony as two teeth flew out, his mouth filled with blood.

Yang Jun said coldly:
"Tell me, whose money did you take? Are you deliberately slandering me?"

Liu Taomin was on the verge of tears, sobbing uncontrollably. He had lost all his previous arrogance and could only stammer incoherently.
"I didn't! I didn't receive any money!"

Ahua kicked Liu Taomin and shouted:

"You were in a casino in Macau yesterday, where did you get the money?"

Yang Jun stopped Ahua's actions and said jokingly:

"Ahua, don't disturb me while I'm playing golf with Editor-in-Chief Liu."

Liu Taomin was about to cry. "You call this playing golf? You're clearly beating me up!"
Ahua placed the ball again, and Yang Jun was about to swing.

"I said, Feng Shufeng made me do it, and he gave me 500,000 yuan!"

Liu Taomin swallowed hard; if he didn't spit it out, he would be beaten to death.

"It's not my fault, I was just doing my job for money, sob sob~"

Yang Jun grabbed Liu Taomin by the collar and stared coldly into his eyes.

"You bastard, writing nonsense can kill people!"

"Break his hand so he can never write again!"

Two men in black dragged Liu Taomin away, and soon a scream came from the backyard.

Yang Jun took out a handkerchief and wiped the blood off his hands. He had figured out who was behind this, so the rest was simple.

"Ahua, how's Feng Baobao's case going?"

"The court probably still won't be able to convict him; the Feng family has hired a very capable lawyer."

"Feng Baobao should be released in court this afternoon, and reporters and the media will interview her."

Ah Hua said indignantly, "Rich people can do whatever they want in Hong Kong. As long as they have a good lawyer and some connections, they can be released quickly."

In the capitalist world, everywhere is the same: the law is always prepared for the underprivileged.

Are emperors and commoners subject to the same laws? That's too naive. Hong Kong's upper class has its own set of rules!

At the headquarters of Chinese Estates Holdings, Feng Shufeng had his female secretary buy a stack of newspapers.

"Huh? Where's the Imperial Gazette?"

Feng Shufeng flipped through the newspaper several times but couldn't find it. He angrily said to his female secretary:
"I told you to buy all the newspapers for today, and what did you do? Why did you forget the most important one, the Ta Kung Pao?"

The female secretary was scolded until she cried, and she defended herself, feeling wronged:
"Chairman Feng, I really did buy all the newspapers. I have no idea why Ta Kung Pao wasn't included!"

"Chairman Feng, I'll go buy it right away!"

To keep her job, the female secretary ran out to the newsstand to buy a newspaper.

Half an hour later, the female secretary returned empty-handed and said to Feng Shufeng:
"Chairman Feng, I've searched the entire Causeway Bay area, but I can't find Ta Kung Pao newspapers for sale here."

What? No newspapers?

How can this be
Ta Kung Pao is the newspaper with the largest circulation in Hong Kong, and it has been published on a regular schedule every day for decades.

Feng Shufeng felt a little panicked, so he called Liu Taomin, but the call went unanswered.

"Damn, is this kid playing a trick on me?"

Taking money and not doing anything? But that doesn't seem likely; something strange is amiss.

"Chairman Feng, the young master's trial is this afternoon, and we need to leave immediately."

Yes, the baby's trial was more important. Feng Shufeng didn't think too much about it and drove to the court to attend the hearing.

In court, Feng Baobao refused to plead guilty. Although there was Jia Aiqing's testimony, how much did Jia Aiqing's testimony differ from her previous statements?

The defendant Feng Baobao's lawyer spoke eloquently, attacking the inconsistencies in Jia Aiqing's testimony and gaining the upper hand!
After careful consideration, the court decided to acquit Feng Baobao in court, causing an uproar throughout the courtroom, with everyone expressing their disappointment with the outcome!
"This is outrageous! This kind of strength is practically killing people!"

"Rich people can get away with murder without getting punished!"

"Oh! That's not fair! The little girl is so pitiful!"

The ordinary people watching the trial all sighed and groaned, but the Feng family was all smiles as they picked up Feng Baobao and walked out of the courtroom together.

"Attorney Liang, you're not going to succeed by representing the poor in court."

When Feng Baobao saw Liang Yongqi, she couldn't help but mock him, her face full of smugness!

Liang Yongqi snorted coldly, ignoring Feng Baobao, and instead apologized to Huang Fenfen beside him:

"Sister Huang, I'm sorry, I can't help you!"

In Hong Kong, the law is not omnipotent and can be subject to interference from those in power!
(End of this chapter)