Hong Kong variety show: My handsome son, Kwan, is a master at making money in Hung Hing.

"Hey, look at them! Why do Big B and Chan Ho-nam look so shocked? Don't they know about Big Head's release from prison?"

"Tsk tsk, you just don't understand, do you? Everyone only cares about the laughter of the newcomers and the tears of the old ones! Chen Haonan is Big B's precious darling. All the other underlings have to step aside. They'll contribute money and effort to help Haonan get elected and rise to power, caring for him more than their own son! How could they possibly care about the big boss who's serving time in jail for the gang?"

"Ah, I remember now! I saw a man who looked a lot like Big Head Brother at the newsstand. I thought I was seeing things, but it really was him!"

"Damn, after eight years in prison, Big Brother didn't even know. He still has to sell newspapers to make a living? I would be disheartened if I were in his shoes. Big Brother took the blame for him killing someone, and he, the person directly involved, just ignored it? Damn it, I'm so glad I didn't hang out with him, or I would have been an outsider for life!"

"Who would dare to risk their life for a leader like that in the future?"

"Thanks to our leader Mr. Li for being fair and just. He even remembered Big B, who he used to be at odds with, and gave him a chance to rise in rank. I'm so grateful! I'd be willing to risk my life for Mr. Li!"

Big B's face was extremely ugly. There was a lot of discussion around him, and countless gangsters cast strange and disdainful glances at him, making him feel like he was sitting on pins and needles, and his scalp was tingling.

This is a truly insidious and devastating strategy!

If it were anyone else, he would have dared to roll up his sleeves and argue with the boss, but it was his own underling, and a former underling he had forgotten about during his studies at the vocational school. He felt guilty, so he immediately started criticizing him.

So what if Chan Ho-nam's contributions are greater than Big Head's?

They served eight years of hard labor for you, and you, as their elder brother, ignored it all and now you're trying to stop your younger brother from taking the position?

He was completely unaware that Big Head had been released from prison, and even caused Big Head to have to sell newspapers to make a living, which was already a huge loss of face. If he dared to say a word to stop Big Head from taking the lead, he would directly offend the public and believe it or not, all the gangsters in the area would spit on him.

Qin Tai, in a move that aimed to destroy Chen Haonan's spirit, specifically looked at him and said, "Does anyone have any objections to Big Head becoming the leader of North Point?"

What the hell could I possibly object to?

At this moment, Chan Ho-nam looked as if he had swallowed a dead fly, his face full of pain. Although he was unwilling, how could he possibly stand up and oppose Big Head taking over? After all, Big Head was his former beloved friend and brother, and he was on the moral high ground from the moment he appeared.

If he dares to provoke public anger, he himself will have nowhere to hide in the entire Hung Hing.

"Alright, since everyone agrees, let's congratulate Big Head, the leader of North Point!"

Qin Tai led the applause, followed by thunderous applause from the entire audience. Even Da Tou was so excited that his face turned red: "Thank you, thank you, Boss, thank you everyone. I... I will definitely contribute all my strength to the development of Hung Hing!"

Because of Big B's indifference, he realized the cold reality of the gang and was already disheartened and completely disappointed with the underworld.

But who could have imagined that things would take such a dramatic turn, and he would become the leader of the club, rising to the top in one fell swoop!

This brought tears to his eyes. He never expected that the leader would always be thinking of him and remembering his past contributions to the gang. Although Big B was unreliable, Handsome Kun was so heartwarming!

It's decided. From now on, I'll dedicate my heart to the dragon!

This spectacular election rally ended in an unexpected way, with everyone being a winner except for Chan Ho-nam and Big B, who became a laughing stock, having lost everything as runners-up.

The world where only Hao Nan is injured has been achieved!

Meanwhile, in a luxurious extended Bentley outside the venue, Mr. Tong listened to the private investigator's report with a somewhat displeased frown, and slammed his wine glass heavily on the table.

"Why are gangsters holding elections? The triads should just stick to killing people and collecting protection money. They're just putting on a show and ending up with something that's neither fish nor fowl."

Mr. Tong's attitude was quite arrogant, his eyes full of disdain and contempt. He instructed his bodyguards, "After these rabble disperse, go and call Qin Tai over. I want to talk to him in person!"

"Um... Mr. Tong, I personally suggest that it would be more appropriate to invite him over." The private investigator, sweating profusely, offered his suggestion tactfully.

Mr. Tong has really gotten too cocky. He doesn't even dare to look down on that kind of monster. You don't care if you want to die, but I'm in a hurry to get the final payment!

"He doesn't even deserve to be invited!" Mr. Tong sneered, dissatisfied. "That womanizer who played with my daughter's feelings, if I don't teach him a lesson, he'll never know his place!"

The private investigator wiped the cold sweat from his balding forehead, his lips twitching.

Fine, Mr. Tong, good luck to you. At worst, I'll just forget about the final payment!

Top floor office of Times Square.

The third round of betting agreements is attracting funds at a frenzied pace. Since the moment the betting agreements were announced, the entire Hung Hing has once again entered a frenzied, white-hot phase. From the various hall masters to ordinary members like the 49th and Blue Lantern, almost everyone is betting all the cash they can borrow with bloodshot eyes.

Everyone knows that Qin Tai is the universally acknowledged God of Wealth in the underworld.

This time, not only were fellow gangsters trying every means to invest, but even the police officers from various police stations on Hong Kong Island couldn't resist the amazing temptation and eagerly took out loans to get a share of the pie. Who wouldn't want to get involved in this sure-fire business?

How much can you win by betting on horse racing?

This time, Qin Tai directly declared that the 200% profit would be in his hands. With the betting agreement in place, the God of Wealth would guarantee a bottom line, ensuring a sure profit with no upper limit. No matter how much you invest, you will earn as much as you want!

From superintendents and inspectors down to sergeant traffic police, everyone was trying to find loopholes and informants to invest. For a time, the place was packed with investors, who were like gamblers with bloodshot eyes, crying and begging for investment. They were so enthusiastic that they couldn't be pushed away.

The fund pool expanded at an incredible speed, breaking through ten small goals in the blink of an eye. Liang Kun, the leader, even contributed his entire fortune and mortgaged a lot of bank loans to join in, which was nothing short of crazy.

Even Sharina, Sharina's personal secretary, was shocked by such a large sum of money. She reported the amount of funds in the pool with her mouth agape: "The initial capital has now reached HK$35 billion, and the amount is still expanding at an incredible rate every day."

Qin Tai shook his head, quite dissatisfied: "Too little, how can this be enough?"

Is this still less?

Serena was dumbfounded, feeling that her vision was still too narrow. Back then, when she followed Zhu Tao to do a few tens of millions of Hong Kong dollars in a transaction involving powder, she thought it was an astronomical figure. But with 35 billion Hong Kong dollars in the account, the new boss didn't even care.

So he made a phone call directly to the God of Gamblers, Ko Chun: "Kung, I have something important to do that benefits the country and its people. Give me whatever money you have, and I'll pay you back double."

"No problem, I still have $12 billion in my account!"

Gao Jin is a man of few words and quick to speak. The $12 billion arrived in his account in a flash, greatly stimulating the fund pool and bringing it directly to the HK$10 billion mark.

However, this amount, even when combined, doesn't amount to much of my own savings, so it's hardly something I'd be considered respectable.

Qin Tai rested his chin on his hand, his face showing dissatisfaction. He was going to be facing off against overseas financial giants, and he was going to fleece them mercilessly. This amount of money was not even enough to go down the drain. If he didn't make enough of this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, he would feel like he was losing out!