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

Qin Tai sneered: "Brother Yao, is your 'White Paper Fan' a strategist for Hung Hing or a retainer of the Chiang family? Why do you keep mentioning the Chiang family?"

Chen Yao's face turned pale and then flushed, but he forced himself to say, "I have always recommended the virtuous without regard to kinship! Although I have a very good personal relationship with the Jiang family, the position of leader should be given to the most capable person. Of course, I want to find a good way out for Hung Hing!"

"What a fine example of 'recommending the worthy without regard to kinship'!" Qin Tai smiled slightly, not exposing Chen Yao's little scheme, but instead spreading his hands confidently, "The hall masters present are all brothers and close friends! How could an outsider be considered in terms of closeness? Internal election is the best way out!"

"Uncle Xing, you're the most senior here, would you be interested in coming out and making a selection?"

Qin Taiqian acted unilaterally, directly interrupting Chen Yao's spellcasting and forcibly changing the pace of the game.

Uncle Xing's face twitched, and he shook his head, saying, "I'm already so old, I should leave such an important task to the younger generation!"

"Brother Chao, Brother Ji, and Mommy Liang, what about you guys?"

Qin Tai then glanced at the other fence-sitters.

Unsurprisingly, the group exchanged glances and all wisely shook their heads.

Fatty Li, knowing his own limitations, shrugged and said, "Even if I ran, I doubt anyone would support me. But if Big B steps up, I'll definitely fight him to the bitter end!"

Big B rolled his eyes in anger and cursed, "You fat bastard, you're always going against me! I will always support the Jiang family, and I'm not on the same side as a fence-sitter like you!"

Qin Tai couldn't be bothered to watch them fight. Even if they signed up, they were just clowns who were just there to make up the numbers.

Thirteen Sister shrugged, looking indifferent, and said, "The Dragon Head is the Three Killings position. There are so many things to do every day. I'd rather spend my time chasing girls."

Han Bin shrugged: "Don't look at me. I just want to do good business. I don't have time to manage a gang."

That makes sense. Even in the original comics, when Han Bin took over as the leader, it was only because he was half-forced into it. But if he really became the leader, he would have the ability to manage Hung Hing well, and he would truly deserve the position.

The dinosaur said sullenly, "Don't look at me like that. I know my own limitations; I'm not qualified."

There was no way around it. Even the eldest brother, Han Bin, had withdrawn. What right did he, as the younger brother, have to ride roughshod over his elder brother? Wouldn't that just be asking for trouble?

"Young Master, what do you think?"

Qin Tai asked.

"Ah I?"

The Crown Prince pointed at himself with a bewildered look. Wait, isn't the tone of the conversation a bit too fast? Weren't we just discussing inviting Mr. Chiang back to take charge? How did it turn into me participating in the election for the top leader in the blink of an eye?

“If an internal election is absolutely necessary, I will abstain,” the Crown Prince sighed and said. “I still support Mr. Jiang’s return to take charge of the overall situation.”

Qin Tai glanced around and realized that the internal election was basically a done deal. Even if Chen Yao and others persisted, it would be futile. So he dropped a bombshell, revealing his true intentions.

"Since no one has any intention of participating in the election, I would like to solemnly recommend the most suitable candidate, namely, Mong Kok's handsome and fit man, Mr. Kwan!"

This expected choice did not cause an uproar; instead, people whispered and discussed among themselves.

Big B was furious, his face dark as he slammed his fist on the table: "Hey, Ah Tai, what are you up to? Young Kun himself didn't even attend the Hung Hing meeting, how can he run for leader?"

Qin Tai retorted, "What necessary connection is there between attending the conference and running for the leadership? My boss is just recuperating in Mong Kok, while Jiang Tianyang, whom you all claim to want to invite, is still far away overseas!"

"Besides that, you should explain yourself clearly. Is it that Brother Kun doesn't have the status of a hall master, or has he not contributed enough to the gang?"

Big B was taken aback. He racked his brains but couldn't come up with any strong reason to refuse. He could only sit down again, feeling frustrated, and then sullenly asked Chan Ho-nam behind him to guess.

Chan Ho-nam: "..."

Qin Tai slowly stood up, walked around the area, and said calmly, "Over the years, everyone has witnessed the contributions that Brother Kun has made to the gang. Brother Chao, you and Brother Kun have been friends since you were kids. Do you still remember the glory of killing the Big Circle Boys in Nantian in '78?"

Chao nodded in deep agreement: "Ah Kun has indeed made great contributions to the gang!"

"At the beginning of the 1980s, the triad ordered the killing of Shapi to take back the fish market in Hong Kong... They also killed Chan Kei in Tsim Sha Tsui and sent him to prison for three years... When it comes to rewarding merit, who is more qualified to sit in that position than him?"

Brother Ji, a master of opportunism, nodded repeatedly, praising, "That's right, Ah Kun has been busy for the gang all these years, doing a lot of work! Every time the brothers ask him for help, he always handles it perfectly!"

Uncle Xing, the pretty mother, and the others nodded repeatedly: "Yes, Ah Kun is indeed the most qualified!"

"Gentlemen, what I mentioned earlier about Brother Kun's contributions to the gang was just an appetizer. Once he becomes the leader, I guarantee he'll earn even more, and it'll all be clean money! The kind where he can buy sports cars and live in villas at will!" Qin Tai continued to drop a bombshell that no one could refuse.

"The investment company of the Great Qin Era was established under the guidance of Brother Kun. I, Handsome Tai, am just an executor. You all know how much money I have helped you make!"

"Hong Kong Island is now paved with gold. If you follow the right person, you can pick up money in a sack! If you follow the wrong person... be careful, they might even snatch your sack!"

His last words were truly devastating.

As the saying goes, where you sit determines where you look. Now that things have come to this point, who can refuse the existing benefits?

Everyone has their own judgment. Regardless of whether Leung Kwan's past achievements absolutely qualify him to be the leader, his current value is irreplaceable!

Qin Tai voluntarily pushed the title of God of Wealth onto Liang Kun, making him a highly sought-after prize. With the huge profits from the previous two betting agreements, who could refuse to get rich together?

If you dare to stand against the God of Wealth, your underlings will be the first to object.

Whether Jiang Tianyang would have the same ability is a big question mark!

Although I've heard that Jiang Tianyang is doing very well in Thailand, he'll have to start from scratch when he returns to Hong Kong. If he's unlucky, will he lead his brothers to starve? Even if he's lucky and things go smoothly, who knows if he'll only share with his cronies like Big B and Prince, and whether others will even get a taste of the spoils is still unknown!

So no matter how you look at it, maintaining the status quo and letting Leung Kwan take over is the safest and most reliable option!

"Likely the most suitable person for the role of leader, Laughing Kun!"

After Qin Tai was the first to raise his hand, the fence-sitters followed suit, instantly taking up half the seats.

Thirteen Sister followed closely behind, and Han Bin, who was neutral, gave the dinosaur a wink, and they all raised their hands.

There was no other way; they were counting on Times Investment Company to make a fortune, and offending the God of Wealth was not a wise choice.

The situation has completely turned one-sided, leaving only Big B, the Prince, and Chen Yao to put up a last-ditch resistance.

"Mr. Chiang's funeral arrangements haven't been finalized yet, so it's too hasty to elect a new leader. If everyone insists on supporting Ah Kun, why not let him act as acting leader for now, and then we can discuss the rest after everything is settled..."

Chen Yao still refused to give up, attempting to confuse the public and use his position as the leading agent to play a delaying tactic.

Qin Tai sneered. This Chen Yao was truly stubborn and wouldn't admit defeat until he was faced with a fatal blow. So he went straight for the nail on the head, saying bluntly, "Brother Yao, who are you trying to fool with these words? You're clearly trying to mess with Brother Kun! Back when you were in trouble and desperately needed money, Brother Kun gave you five million without batting an eye, without even asking for an IOU. Is this how you repay his kindness?"

Upon hearing this, Chen Yao couldn't help but feel a big question mark on his forehead, thinking to himself, "When have I ever asked Liang Kun for help when I urgently needed money?"