Hong Kong Variety Show: From Little Brother to Big Boss

In Dongsheng Building, Liu Xu sat in front of the floor-to-ceiling window in the leisure area, enjoying breakfast while looking out at Victoria Harbour not far away, feeling quite relaxed and at ease.

Over the past seven days, Tsim Sha Tsui was occasionally attacked by some third-rate forces, but each time they were quickly repelled by Wang Ergou and Feng Yuxiu, and did not cause any losses to him.

As for Yau Ma Tei and Jordan, they were very peaceful. The situation in these two areas had long been stable and they were run by Liu Xu.

If other forces want to interfere, not only will they not gain any benefit, but they will also suffer more losses. Naturally, there will be no forces that are so stubborn as to confront them head-on.

The purpose of being in the underworld is money, power and fame, but attacking Yau Ma Tei and Jordan will gain nothing.

Giving half of the territory in Mong Kok to his younger brother Chen Daocheng to set up a gang in Mong Kok not only had no impact on Liu Xu, but also strengthened his influence in the society.

Including A Quan, the boss Chui Ji, and the ten hall masters who have won consecutive victories, there are three people he can directly influence. Adding himself, they account for half of the power of the society.

Oura Hei and Yu Toubiao have business cooperation with him, which means they can exert indirect influence. In this way, he accounts for two-thirds of the power in the society.

In other words, he had no intention of overthrowing Gao Laofa, otherwise, he and Lian Sheng would have no problem taking the position of the host by saying "take turns and do it at your own home".

After finishing his meal, Liu Xu wiped the corner of his mouth and picked up a newspaper beside him.

The first thing that caught my eye was a report about Fuso Enterprises:

"The Tsukamoto Group's branch in Hong Kong Island and its pharmaceutical research laboratory in Tsuen Wan have been sealed off by the police for manufacturing dangerous drugs. According to investigations, Yoshito Tsukamoto has already secretly left Hong Kong."

There is also a photo of Yoshito Tsukamoto printed in the lower right corner of the newspaper. Judging from his appearance, it should have been taken secretly by a reporter at a banquet.

"There has been a lot of news about the Tsukamoto Group recently." Liu Xu thought to himself.

Considering that when the chaos began in mid-August, the Tsukamoto Group invited many bigwigs from Hong Kong's political and business circles to attend its charity banquet and kept them until the next day.

He speculated that it was very likely that the chaos caused by Fuso not only failed to achieve the expected results of Britain, but also caused the garrison of Xia Kingdom, which led to a bad argument and put the negotiations at a disadvantage.

This caused dissatisfaction among the people in power in Britain, so they spread a rumor to the Governor's Office that Guan Yifu should liquidate the Tsukamoto Group while he was away from office.

Otherwise there wouldn't be a half-month gap in action, and it wouldn't have started until September.

However, according to reports, Yoshito Tsukamoto has apparently fled back to Fuso, and it is unknown whether the plot of Seraph will unfold normally.

Thinking of the $100 million revenge fund, Liu Xu stroked his chin and instructed Scorpion Tail: "Read more newspapers in Hong Kong Island recently. If you see someone posting in the newspaper:"

"If you heard that they wanted to use a box of military notes to hire someone to assassinate Yoshito Tsukamoto, please inform me immediately."

"Military notes? I remember that this thing only has actual value during wartime, right? Brother Xu, are you planning to take advantage of your emotions and accept a mission from Yoshito Anzukamoto?"

Scorpion Tail did not doubt his boss's assassination ability, but was a little curious about his boss's orders.

Liu Xu waved his hand and explained: "How could a big shot like me accept an assassination? I wanted to use this news to send..."

Although telling Scorpion Tail that he could make $100 million from this matter would not have much impact, he would then have to explain how he knew it, which would be too troublesome.

After stopping talking, Liu Xu changed the subject and slapped Scorpion Tail on the back of his head: "When did you become so long-winded? Hurry up and do what I tell you to do."

Scorpion Tail shrank his neck and chuckled, "I spoke too quickly. I'll arrange it right away, Brother Xu."

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In the evening, in Law Kung Village, an elderly man in his seventies sat under the dim light. His name was Liang Shoudi, and he was holding a crumpled newspaper in his hand.

The light shone dimly on his old and ferocious face. There was a flash of indescribable deep hatred in his eyes, which was a pain that could not be erased by time.

He recognized that it was the Japanese officer who massacred his entire family during the Sino-Japanese War. The deep hatred in his heart had never diminished even after the passage of time.

Uncle Liang clenched his fists, and felt an urge to fight the other party to death. However, the reality was like a cold water poured on his head, making him realize his powerlessness.

Given his current physical condition, it would be a pipe dream to want to take revenge personally. However, once the seeds of revenge are planted, they are difficult to remove.

He began to think and wondered how he could get justice for his family.

When he was at a loss, his eyes inadvertently swept across the newspaper in front of him, and an idea flashed in his mind - to put an advertisement in the newspaper to seek revenge.

Although this idea sounds a bit absurd, in Liang Bo's opinion, this is the only solution he can think of. If this solution doesn't work, he may have no choice but to bow his head and accept his fate.

So he stood up tremblingly and called the newspaper.

The person who received his call was a young man, about 25 years old, with bright eyes. It was obvious that he had not been worn down by the poison of society.

"Excuse me, can I put an ad in the newspaper to find someone to help me get revenge?" There was a hint of expectation in Uncle Liang's voice.

The operator was obviously surprised by this request. Hearing that the voice on the phone was quite old, he explained: "Newspapers are used to publish news, sir. Please don't waste public resources."

As if he could sense the helplessness in the other person's tone, Liang Bo's heart sank involuntarily, but he did not give up. There was a barely perceptible tremor in his voice and more pleading:

"I know this may sound weird, but I really need help."

"My whole family was killed by a Japanese officer named Tsukamoto Yoshito during the Anti-Japanese War. Now I have finally found out about him, but I am old and in poor health, so I cannot personally avenge him."

"So, I want to try to publish it in the newspaper. Please be kind and I won't take up too many public resources. Even if it can only be published in the newspaper for one day, I really can't think of any other way."

The operator was silent for a while, obviously moved by Uncle Liang's story.

He sighed and softened his tone: "Old sir, I understand your feelings, but newspapers are indeed mainly used to convey information."

"However, I can help you think of a solution. Our newspaper has a column for readers' letters. I can write your story into a feature article and publish it instead of directly publishing a revenge advertisement."

"But by telling your story, you can draw public attention and sympathy, and maybe someone will be willing to come forward and help you."

When Liang Bo heard this, a light flashed in his eyes and he quickly nodded in agreement. Although the other party couldn't see it, his tone was full of gratitude:

"Okay, okay, that's fine too. Thank you, thank you so much."

"You're welcome, old man. But could you tell me more about what happened back then? And your current situation, so that I can write a more realistic and touching article."

The operator's voice was full of sincerity and enthusiasm.

Uncle Liang's hand trembled slightly as he held the phone. He began to tell the long-forgotten past...

From the cruelty of war, to the misfortune of his family, to his loneliness and persistence over the years.