Rebirth in 1958: Getting rich starts from Nanluoguxiang

Zhou Fusheng had no idea that he was about to be in big trouble. He was currently getting a massage at a sauna, and his butler, Zhou Quan, was making him tea and bringing it to him.

"Young Master, haven't we gone a bit too far today? In Hong Kong, directors generally have triad backgrounds; otherwise, they wouldn't be able to stand out at such a young age. What if Ah Wei and his gang were a bit rough and killed someone? What are we going to do about that?"

Zhou Fusheng glanced at him lazily.

"Whoever kills him should pay with their life. What does it have to do with me?"

Zhou Quan immediately understood that the young master was trying to shift the blame. He felt a chill run down his spine. This kind of person was mean-spirited and would push the blame onto his subordinates whenever something happened. He was not a good master at all.

“Young Master, what if that guy has connections? If this gets back to the Master’s ears, he’ll probably be angry again, and you won’t be able to escape a beating.”

Zhou Fusheng held up two fingers, and on the weekend he quickly put a cigarette in his hand. He took two puffs, threw it on the ground, and said...

"What's there to be afraid of? At worst, I'll just go back to the old house in a bit. I don't believe my dad would dare to hit me in front of my grandma."

On the weekend, I secretly scoffed. You might get the old lady to protect you, but who the hell will protect me? In the end, if the old man can't calm down, I'll be the one who suffers.

The masseuse sat on Zhou Fusheng's back and gently massaged his shoulders and neck. Zhou Fusheng's hands followed the masseuse's smooth calves and moved up to her body. When he touched her private parts, he realized that she wasn't even wearing underwear; she was only wearing an empty massage uniform.

Zhou Fusheng raised an eyebrow and winked at Zhou Mo. Zhou Mo lowered his head and retreated, closing the door behind him. Zhou Fusheng then yelled and flipped over, pinning the masseuse down on the massage bed...

……

The atmosphere in Huo Jiali's office was oppressive. A stack of documents was placed in front of Huo Jiali. These were the files on Zhou Fusheng collected by the police station. Her two subordinates stood in front of Huo Jiali and spoke.

“Madam, this Zhou Fusheng is Ah Fei. He raped and murdered a female classmate in Hong Kong, which caused a great uproar at the time. Later, the Zhou family had to put in a lot of effort to suppress the matter and eventually sent Zhou Fusheng to the United States.”

Two months ago, Zhou Fusheng's grandmother celebrated her birthday. The old lady missed her grandson, so she brought him back to Hong Kong. Now, Zhou Fusheng hasn't gone home; he's probably back at the Zhou family's old house.

Huo Jiali looked up, remembering her brother's head wrapped in bandages. She snorted, and the temperature in the room seemed to drop two degrees. Her two subordinates shivered.

Where is Zhou Wenming?

“Madam, Zhou Wenming is the general manager of Kunpeng Industrial. He is good friends with Sir He from Jardine Matheson. The He family gave him a lot of resources, which is why he became successful.”

Zhou Wenming is currently a member of the Legislative Council and a Justice of the Peace. He wields considerable power and has many supporters within the Legislative Council.

Huo Jiali nodded, stood up, and said with a cold laugh.

"Whoever hurt my brother must die. Gather the people, let's go to the Zhou family's old house to arrest them."

……

Once you reach Zhou Wenming's position, you'll not only have power and influence, but you'll also be well-informed and know everything that happens in Hong Kong.

After Zhou Wenming finished the call, his brows furrowed. The butler next to him, Zhou Quan's father Zhou Jinquan, noticed that the old man's little fingers were trembling as he held the phone.

Zhou Jinquan asked cautiously,

"Master, what happened?"

Zhou Wenming's legs were trembling slightly. He quickly sat down on the sofa and slammed his fist on the table, cursing loudly.

"This unfilial son is always causing me trouble, and now he's made a huge mess of things."

When Zhou Qingquan saw that Zhou Wenming was a little out of breath, clutching his chest and frowning, he quickly took out the medicine for treating heart disease and gave it to Zhou Wenming.

After a while, Zhou Wenming calmed down and spoke to his most loyal confidant.

"This time they've really gotten themselves into huge trouble. Fusheng brought a group of people and beat up the director of the film crew. It's said that the beating was very serious, and his face was even disfigured."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Jinquan breathed a sigh of relief and said in a low voice.

"He was only injured, not killed, sir. There's still room for maneuver. We can just pay him more money."

Zhou Wenming waved his hand wearily.

"It's not that easy. This director has powerful connections. It's said that he can even get in touch with the Secretary for Security. You know, the Secretary for Security is a real tyrant. Even the Governor of Hong Kong is hiding in London and refusing to come back. Isn't that to avoid his sharp edge?"

How could someone like that be short of money? I heard HSBC and Standard Chartered both belong to him.”

Zhou Jinquan then became serious. Although the master was a member of the Legislative Council, the Legislative Council was under the jurisdiction of the Security Bureau. If the Chief Secretary for Security did not sign to acknowledge the member, then the master would lose his title as a government official, which was a matter of utmost importance.

"Sir, there's no use getting anxious now. Let's try to pull some strings and see if we can get our word through to the higher-ups. If the higher-ups can smooth things over, this matter will be much simpler."

Zhou Wenming then remembered, but he was still somewhat hesitant because he didn't know who could speak with the Director of Security.

Finally, he had no choice but to dial Sir Ho's number.

Sir Ho didn't think it was a big deal. Although he didn't have much contact with Da Bao, in fact, Da Bao didn't want to talk to him, but he was good friends with Chief Secretary Robert, so he readily agreed.

Zhou Wenming finally felt relieved after finishing his call, but then the phone rang suddenly. Zhou Jinquan grabbed the phone and, after asking only a couple of questions, cried out in panic.

"What did you say? Say it again? The police have surrounded the old house. Very well, I'll report it to the master right away."

Zhou Wenming had already heard what he said. Upon hearing that the old house had been surrounded by the police, he was filled with rage. He took the coat handed to him by Zhou Jinquan, put it on, and kicked the cane hard.

"Nonsense! I'd like to see who dares to surround my home, Zhou Wenming's house!"

……

The Zhou family's old residence is now surrounded by police. The chief inspector of the police station glanced helplessly at Huo Jiali. He really didn't want to offend someone with money and power, but he couldn't afford to offend the chief superintendent either.

The chief inspector could only call his men to shout into the manor.

A moment later, the door creaked open a crack, and Zhou Quan emerged, shouting loudly.

“How dare you surround the home of a Justice of the Peace! My old lady is in poor health. If you frighten her and cause her any harm, you will be in deep trouble.”

The chief inspector sighed and said to Zhou Quan.

"Let me tell you frankly, this matter has caused a huge uproar. Of the men you sent to beat people up, only two survived. The rest were all killed on the spot and sent to a mass grave."

I advise you to send Zhou Fusheng out. It's not worth sacrificing the entire Zhou family for one son..."