Hong Kong General: I have a lot of vests

Chapter 132 The God of Wealth has arrived, but good deeds are not rewarded

The next day, a piece of gossip attracted the attention of Hong Kong Island's onlookers.

The second son of Hong Kong's richest man Li Guacheng, chairman of PCCW and little superman in the business world - Li Zekai was kidnapped.

Li Guacheng specially convened a press conference to say that the rumors were pure slander and that Li Zekai was undergoing treatment for infertility and was not convenient to appear in public.

That night, at the Li family mansion.

The gangster "Jiu Tong" sang a song while holding a microphone:

"Here comes the God of Wealth, here comes the God of Wealth, good deeds are not rewarded"

"The myth of wealth, the myth of wealth, making money in an evil way!"

"The God of Wealth is here, the God of Wealth is here, hurry up!"

The Li family father and son sat on the sofa in silence.

"Mr. Li, I don't ask for much!"

The Nine-Barreled Bandit put down the microphone, lifted up his clothes, and revealed a row of black detonators.

"Li Zekai is your biological son"

"I only want 1 billion from you. Do you think I should ask for a penny more? F*ck!"

"You still got it?"

Li Zekai's elder brother Li Zeju jumped up:

"This is robbery!"

The Nine-Barreled Bandit slapped Li Zeju to the ground:

"each other"

"You, the Li family, are hoarding land, driving up property prices, and exploiting the people of Hong Kong Island like leeks."

“You are also robbing”

"I am different from you in form, but the essence is the same"

Li Zeju wanted to say something, but Li Guacheng stopped his eldest son's reckless behavior.

"Mr. Bandit, I have always respected my friends in the underworld."

"But one billion is too much."

“I can’t afford so much money at once.”

The bandit ignored him and sat down at the dining table.

"Oh? You're a frequent guest on the Forbes rich list, with a net worth of tens of billions, and you only eat this?"

"Four dishes and one soup?"

"It's not as good as the food of a Siamese punk like me."

Seeing the bandits talking about something else, Li Guacheng said something literary:

"Frugality fosters virtue. Without indifference, one cannot achieve ambition; without tranquility, one cannot achieve far-reaching goals!"

The bandits laughed, and Li Guacheng continued:

"I don't produce wealth, I'm just a wealth carrier. If society needs it, I can donate all my wealth."

The bandits laughed loudly, and Li Guacheng rolled up his sleeves, revealing a plain watch:

"Really, Mr. Bandit, take a look, this is a East Railway City Eco-Drive watch, worth five hundred Hong Kong dollars!"

"I am not even as good as the dwarf mule in Hong Kong Island. They wear Rolex watches, but I only have a Japanese rubbish watch."

"I really don't have 1 billion. The so-called hundreds of billions of assets are market valuations. I don't have that much cash."

"How about? How about 300,000? It doesn't count as blackmail, so just consider it as me treating you to tea?"

The bandit bent over with laughter, as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world:

"Mr. Li, I only want 1 billion!"

"Not one more, not one less!"

"Of course, three hundred thousand is not impossible."

Li Guacheng's eyes lit up, he pushed up his glasses, his bare head glowed with joy, and he said in surprise:

"Three hundred thousand is also okay?"

The bandit said hoarsely:

"I will pack Li Zekai's heart, kidneys, liver, lungs, bones, flesh, and eyeballs together and give them to you!"

Li Guacheng's scalp was numb.

"Ashes?"

"Yes!"

The bandit turned and left.

"Tomorrow, I'll come to you to get the money!"

"What if you play tricks?"

"Haha~~"

Li Guacheng's body went limp and Li Zeju quickly held him up.

"Dad, is my brother worth 1 billion?"

"Worth it? Worth nothing! It only cost me a few million to raise him!"

"That?"

"Li Zekai is not worth it, but the face value of the Li family is priceless!"

Li Zeju knew her father very well. Old Deng was a wealth beast who would do anything for money.

For the sake of money, Li Guacheng can endure humiliation and become a thief himself, stealing the plastic flower technology of other companies.

For the sake of money, Li Guacheng could collude with foreigners, implement land speculation plans, and act as a straw for the foreigners to suck the blood of Hong Kong Island.

What the Li brothers hated the most was that Li Guacheng, who had seized wealth, brought Miss Hong Kong home and had sex with her in front of his mother, which angered his wife to death.

"Dad, my brother is the right-hand man of Room N. Do you want him?"

Li Zeju suggested.

Li Guacheng thought for a moment.

"Room N? That's a rat in the sewer."

"If we ask him to help, won't our Li family be on the wrong ship?"

"No, absolutely not!"

Li Zeju pretended to be a friendly and respectful brother, and spoke earnestly:

"What should we do? We can't call the police, right? My brother's safety is the most important!"

Li Guacheng knew his son's little tricks very well. If Li Zekai died, Li Zeju would benefit the most.

"Get out! I need to think!"

"dad?"

"Ok?"

"Ok"

Li Zeju left the living room, and Li Guacheng carefully thought about countermeasures.

Ten billion is nothing to the richest man in Hong Kong.

However, a fierce dragon crossing the river can extort 10 billion. What if the news gets out and other fierce bandits come knocking on the door?

If the Nine-Barreled Bandit succeeds, it will be like a guiding light, inspiring countless fierce dragons to follow suit. By then, the Li family will face endless troubles.

Waiting for the bandits to kill you?

That's not OK.

As the saying goes, if the ministers are not in chaos, the ruler will not be stable.

If Li Zekai died and Li Zeju was the only heir left, Li Guacheng felt that his position would be in jeopardy.

In order to control the wealth, he would rather anger his wife to death. In this world, nothing can stop Li Guacheng's desire for wealth.

"We want Li Zekai to return safely"

"We must also eliminate the Nine-Barrel Bandits, leaving no one alive and no one leaking any information."

"You can't use the power of Room N yet."

Jingle bell~

the phone is ringing.

"Mr. Li, I heard that you are in trouble?"

The person on the other end of the phone spoke Cantonese with a strange accent.

"It's nothing, just a small matter! Don't worry about it!"

Without waiting for the other party to reply, Li Guacheng hung up the phone.

"Li Zekai, this idiot!"

"Why do you have to play the game of Baiguan Xingshu with Room N when you can do anything else?"

“In Chinese society, harmony is the most important thing.”

"Coercion can only bring temporary benefits, it cannot last long, and will backfire sooner or later"

Li Guacheng was very troubled. Li Zekai had studied abroad for two years, but he didn't learn much of the foreigners' strengths, but learned a lot of their weaknesses.

Whether in terms of aesthetics or vision, he looks completely like a foreigner.

Things like the Records of Officials' Conduct will sooner or later be exposed. They will either be used as favors by people with ulterior motives, or be attacked by the victims.

"This matter must be kept secret!"

"Don't alert the police!"

"Bandits must die!"

"I can give you the money, but I have to save face!"

"If the Li family shows weakness, the stock price will fall!"

"No! Absolutely not!"

“No one can touch my money!”

Papapapapa

Li Guacheng made a phone call:

"Uncle Shutang, I am Xiaocheng"

"Xiao Cheng? I don't know him. I only know Boss Li!"

"Uncle Shutang is joking. I am at my wit's end now."