Hong Kong variety show: Building a century-old family, starting with Hung Hing

When Ann brought Madonna back just now, she already told Yu Wenhui everything.

"Don't worry, this won't happen again," Jiang Tiansheng said earnestly.

Indeed, once is enough; it must never happen a second time.

"Mr. Jiang, I'm so sorry. Because of me, Ann was put in danger." Madonna stepped forward and said with a guilty look on her face.

"Honey, please don't talk about Nana anymore. She didn't mean it," Ann said sweetly as she sat down next to Jiang Tiansheng.

During this time, Ann has been getting quite close to Madonna, almost like best friends.

"How much do you earn each month working at the yoga center and beauty salon?" Jiang Tiansheng asked Madonna.

"In total, it adds up to about 5000 yuan per month."

Madonna didn't know why Jiang Tiansheng asked that question, but she still obediently answered.

"Can you cook?"

Jiang Tiansheng asked again.

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Madonna nodded.

“Honey, let me tell you, I’ve tried all the food Nana cooks, and it’s incredibly delicious,” Ann nodded in agreement.

She wasn't lying about that.

“From now on, I’ll give you 20,000 yuan every month, including food and lodging. Your job is to teach yoga and beauty and skincare, plus cooking. Do you agree?” Jiang Tiansheng looked at Madonna and asked.

"Really?"

Madonna's face lit up with surprise, and she quickly nodded, saying, "I do."

Twenty thousand yuan a month, isn't that just cooking, teaching Ann yoga, and giving her beauty treatments?

At most, we'll add another Ms. Yu Wenhui.

But the salary has increased to 20,000, and this job is too hard to find.

"Husband, you are so kind."

As Ann spoke, she kissed Jiang Tiansheng.

Madonna was unaware that Ann knew all too well about her husband's identity, and if she became unhappy, Madonna would be in serious trouble.

"Mr. Jiang, thank you."

Madonna bowed and expressed her sincere gratitude.

"Yes, call him Master."

As Jiang Tiansheng spoke, his gaze involuntarily drifted to Madonna's two flashing headlights.

"Yes, sir."

Madonna was happy, and Jiang Tiansheng was happy too.

After all, a beautiful young female chef is a pleasure to have at home.

That evening, in Yu Wenhui's bedroom.

After a fierce and bloody battle, Yu Wenhui simply couldn't hold on any longer.

"Honey, I can't go on anymore. Go find Ann." Yu Wenhui looked exhausted.

She really couldn't take it anymore.

"Fine, I'll just hug you tonight."

Jiang Tiansheng held Yu Wenhui in his arms, gently stroking her back to comfort her.

After a long while, Yu Wenhui recovered a little.

Sometimes, Yu Wenhui wondered, "Isn't it said that there's no land that can't be cultivated well?"

How come it's completely reversed when it comes to me?

"Honey, tell me honestly, have you taken a fancy to that Madonna?" Yu Wenhui suddenly looked up, blinked her big eyes, and asked Jiang Tiansheng.

Based on her understanding of Jiang Tiansheng, she knew that he wouldn't have left him at home if he wasn't looking after the mountain.

"You're so scheming."

Jiang Tiansheng pinched Yu Wenhui's nose and said something affectionately.

To date, among Jiang Tiansheng's women, only Li Xinxin can rival Yu Wenhui.

They are all top-tier beauties of S+ level, each with their own unique beauty.

"It's all your fault for being a womanizer, how can you blame me for being too thoughtful?" Yu Wenhui twitched her nose and snorted softly.

"Okay, you're right."

Jiang Tiansheng didn't argue with her about these things, and it was true that he had been a bit of a womanizer.

No, Jiang Tiansheng felt that what he was doing was altruism.

"Honey, when are you planning to bring that woman back?" Yu Wenhui asked suddenly, lying in Jiang Tiansheng's arms and tracing circles with her finger.

"You know it all?"

Jiang Tiansheng glanced down at Yu Wenhui, somewhat surprised but not flustered.

"Hmph, you think you can keep a mistress in a gilded cage?"

Yu Wenhui gave a snort and then said, "She lives in our apartment, how could they not know?"

Jiang Tiansheng didn't hide it much, so it was easy for Yu Wenhui to notice him.

"Let's find some time."

Since the topic had already come up, Jiang Tiansheng didn't try to avoid it.

“How about I pick her up tomorrow?” Yu Wenhui suddenly propped herself up halfway and looked at Jiang Tiansheng to ask.

"Are you going to pick it up?"

Jiang Tiansheng thought for a moment and nodded, saying, "Alright, then you can go."

He believed that Yu Wenhui would handle the matter well.

"bang"

Just as Jiang Tiansheng was enjoying the warmth and comfort of the woman, the Eight-Faced Buddha of Thailand smashed the teacup in front of him.

"Jiang Tiansheng, you've gone too far."

The Eight-Faced Buddha looked rather grim.

He couldn't remember how many years it had been, how many years it had been since anyone dared to oppose him.

He just received the message.

Hung Hing has announced that if Lo Mau-sum dares to return to Hong Kong, he will surely die.

Tens of thousands of Hung Hing members were all hoping for Lo Mau-sum's appearance.

The leader ordered that anyone who kills Luo Maosen will not only be promoted to Red Pole, but will also be included in the list of candidates for the position of leader.

Now, everyone in Hung Hing knows that Wai Cheung-keung, the leader of Chai Wan, and Chan Ho-nam, the leader of North Point, both came from among the candidates for leader.

This means that being listed as a candidate is equivalent to having one foot in the door of leadership.

Reach the sky in one step.

This is an absolute temptation for low-level thugs.

"Dad, what do we do now?" Myna asked, looking at the Eight-Faced Buddha.

Hung Hing has now issued a statement that if Eight-Faced Buddha continues to interfere in this matter, none of his goods will be allowed to enter Hong Kong.

"I'd like to see what Jiang Tiansheng can do to me," Eight-Faced Buddha sneered.

If he, the Eight-Faced Buddha, were to step down this time, his prestige would be completely ruined.

"Arrange a team of mercenaries to provide close protection for Luo Maosen. I want to see if Hung Hing can touch the person that Eight-Faced Buddha is protecting," Eight-Faced Buddha instructed Myna.

Neither the Eight-Faced Buddha nor Hung Hing could back down on this matter.

The best solution would have been for the Eight-Faced Buddha to have stayed out of it, but he was too confident.

He assumed that Hung Hing and Chiang Tin Seng would give him face, especially since he had given them flour worth 20 million.

Is it possible that 20 million can't buy a favor?

But everything was beyond the Eight-Faced Buddha's calculations.

"Yes, Dad."

Myna nodded.

Then, Luo Maosen was notified to return to Hong Kong within three days, and that the Eight-Faced Buddha would arrange a team of mercenaries to protect him closely.

Hung Hing had already made their statement, and Luo Maosen originally didn't want to go back, but after hearing that he would have mercenaries protecting him, Luo Maosen was no longer worried.

Those are mercenaries, just a small gang, what's the big deal?

"Yes, Miss Myna, I'll return to Hong Kong tomorrow," Luo Maosen said respectfully to Myna over the phone.

The conflict between Hung Hing and Eight-Faced Buddha was widely discussed in the underworld.

"Uncle Deng, what brings you here?"

Inside the Wo Luen Shing meeting room, Uncle Deng, Tall Guy, Chuen Po, Chui Chi, Lung Gen, and Shuang Fan Dong sat around the table.

All matters, big and small, at the entire Wo Luen Shing company are handled around this table.

"Have you heard about the affair between Hung Hing and Eight-Faced Buddha?"

Uncle Deng looked at Chuanbao and the others and asked.

"heard."

Chuanbao nodded and said, "It's all over the martial arts world right now."

What are your thoughts on this matter?

Instead of offering his opinion, Uncle Deng looked at everyone and asked.

"What do you think?"

The uncles present were not fools either.

Hearing Uncle Deng ask that question, there must be a hidden meaning in his words.

"Uncle Deng, what do you think? We'll all listen to you," the tall man said, looking at Uncle Deng.

“I think this is a good opportunity for us and for Lian Sheng,” Uncle Deng said seriously.

"You should all know about Eight-Faced Buddha. His influence and power in Southeast Asia are far beyond what Hung Hing can match."

Uncle Deng is right about that.

Throughout Southeast Asia, the name of the Eight-Faced Buddha is almost synonymous with stopping children from crying.

Especially those in the flour business.

In their eyes, the Eight-Faced Buddha is like a god, making people feel that he is unfathomable.

But what about Hung Hing?

Excuse me, but Hung Hing is very famous in Hong Kong.

However, after leaving Hong Kong, the name Hung Hing was not as well-known as that of Luen Shing.

“The Eight-Faced Buddha will definitely make a move within three days,” Uncle Deng said confidently.

This matter involves the dignity of the Eight-Faced Buddha, so the other party certainly won't delay.

“But this is Hong Kong, not a place for the Eight-Faced Buddha to run wild.”

Shuang Fandong frowned slightly.

Wo Luen Shing has a conflict with Hung Hing, but in Shuang Fan Tung's view...

This is Hong Kong. You, the Eight-Faced Buddha, may act arrogantly in Southeast Asia, but Hong Kong is not a place for you to run wild.

“Ah Dong, you’re right. Hong Kong is definitely not a place for the Eight-Faced Buddha to run wild.” Uncle Deng nodded, agreeing with him.

"In Hong Kong, if the Eight-Faced Buddha clashes with Hung Hing, the Eight-Faced Buddha will definitely lose in the end."

Hearing Uncle Deng say this, the others were still confused.

You just said so much, even saying their chance had come, and now you're saying that the Eight-Faced Buddha is definitely no match for Hung Hing.

This completely baffled them.

"Uncle Deng, you don't mean you want to cooperate with the Eight-Faced Buddha, do you?" Chuanbao suddenly asked.

"Of course not possible."

Uncle Deng glared at Chuan Bao.

If word gets out that Wo Luen Shing and the Eight-Faced Buddha have joined forces against Hung Hing, wouldn't Wo Luen Shing lose face?

"Then what do you mean?"

The string explosion part is a bit puzzling.

"Do you think Eight-Faced Buddha is someone who is willing to accept defeat?" Uncle Deng said, without waiting for their answer.

He added, "If the Eight-Faced Buddha wins, that's fine, but if he loses, he will definitely not let it go."

At that point, Eight-Faced Buddha will definitely hire an assassin to kill Jiang Tiansheng to save face.

"So, this is our opportunity with Luen Shing."

As he spoke, Uncle Deng's eyes lit up. "Once Chiang Tin-sing is dead, we'll take back Yuen Long while Hung Hing is leaderless, and then storm into Tsim Sha Tsui to take over more Hung Hing territory."

"Mr. Jiang, the underground factory has been cleared."

The next day, Jiang Tiansheng received a message from Chen Yao and went directly to the chemical plant in Tuen Mun.

The chemical plant has now officially started operations and has purchased a lot of raw materials.

All workers have been recruited.

The entrance to the underground factory is located beneath the large tank, and this location is kept secret to maintain secrecy.

There was a wall separating the large tank from the factory building.