Chapter 29: Nightmare, Nightmare
Bang!
Crash!
Fatty Lai returned home and smashed everything he saw.
His pig-like face was swollen beyond recognition!
"Damn Liang Kun, damn Lin Feng, damn Chiang Tin-Sung."
"Everyone from Hung Hing is damn despicable!"
Fatty Lai didn't go home immediately; instead, he went to the hospital.
The doctor looked at him with pity.
It was rare to see someone beaten into such a pig-like state, completely bruised from head to toe.
However, those were just superficial injuries on his body.
What truly made Fatty Lai difficult to accept was that he didn't know who had delivered a low blow, injuring his vital parts.
The doctor explained clearly to him:
"Do not engage in sexual activity during this period, and avoid looking at explicit magazines or videos, to prevent arousing your libido."
"The other party hit you without restraint; you've injured your corpus cavernosum."
"You must rest."
"Otherwise..."
Fatty Lai's heart immediately tightened:
"Otherwise, what?"
The doctor sighed slightly:
"Otherwise, your little brother won't work anymore."
Fatty Lai almost collapsed.
He was in his prime, and unhappy without women every day.
While not like Liang Kun, who carried a fire extinguisher with him, his needs in that area also exceeded those of ordinary people.
Furthermore, Fatty Lai ran an explicit magazine, which had a plethora of beautiful and seductive models.
All of them were photographed only after his detailed approval.
Fatty Lai's explicit magazine was so famous, and he deserved a share of the credit for everything inside.
What would he do if his little brother stopped working?
Fatty Lai hated everyone from Hung Hing.
The situation at the time was chaotic, and he had no idea who had delivered the kick that would sever his lineage.
Those in the underworld are straightforward: if I can't find the suspect, then all of you are suspects.
Fatty Lai grew increasingly angry as he thought about it back home.
"A bunch of punks, I'll take your lives sooner or later!"
Fatty Lai didn't consider himself a punk; he was a man of culture.
He held a considerable position in society.
Others would address him as "President Lai" when they saw him.
Fatty Lai carefully lay on the bed, his mind replaying the details from the Hall of Brotherhood. He had announced that the turf war would begin today, but he didn't believe the two hotheads from Mong Kok would act today.
Liang Kun and Lin Feng were just two hotheads.
To fight for your life after rising to the position of a Triad boss?
It was truly laughable.
Fatty Lai despised those who fought with their bodies the most. He thought, you're already a Triad boss, you've moved beyond the level of a punk, you should be making others fight for you.
Those who work with their minds rule, those who work with their strength are ruled.
If they didn't even understand this simple principle, punks would always remain punks.
Fatty Lai knew that only Dai Fei and Greyhound, the two bosses from North Point, were willing to fight and risk their lives.
It was just that he usually didn't pay much attention to them, which kept them from being close to him.
Otherwise, these two wouldn't have failed to help him at the Hall of Brotherhood.
However, it was no big deal.
"Just two punks; a bit of money will settle them."
"In this line of work, money is the most important thing."
"With money, anything can be bought."
"Loyalty too, naturally."
"Tomorrow, as long as I give them a bit more money, both of them will surely prostrate themselves before me like dogs."
"Tomorrow, those guys from Mong Kok will pay the price."
"And Chiang Tin-Sung, I will definitely kill him later!"
Fatty Lai lay on the bed, half-asleep, and unconsciously drifted off.
Ring! Ring!
The phone ringing woke him up.
Fatty Lai was furious. He had finally fallen asleep at past two, and which heartless bastard was calling him at this hour?
He checked the time on his phone and got even angrier—it was barely past four!
"You better have a good reason, or I swear I'll kill you!"
Fatty Lai was extremely agitated right now.
The voice on the other end of the phone was very panicked:
"Boss, something bad has happened. The roadsides for a mile outside our printing factory are covered in steel nails."
"The factory's vehicles can't get in, and delivery vehicles can't get out."
Fatty Lai's mind was still groggy:
"You're calling me for such trivial matters? Just wait until I kill you."
He had just hung up the phone, thrown it far away, and was preparing to go back to sleep when suddenly, he jolted. Printing factory? Damn it!
Fatty Lai quickly got up to look for his phone, accidentally bumping his 'little brother'.
Ow!
The pain made Fatty Lai double over, clutching his lower body tightly with both hands, his whole body twisting, his face contorting, his legs lifting and dropping, a truly abstract sight.
"Please don't let anything happen!"
"If I really can't save it, am I even still a man?"
After the pain in his lower body finally subsided, Fatty Lai carefully walked over and picked up the phone.
The further he had thrown it earlier, the more he regretted it now.
"I'm such a fool, why did I throw away my phone?"
"I hope it's not too late!"
Fatty Lai finally managed to pick up the phone and dialed the factory manager:
"I wasn't fully awake just now. What's going on?"
The factory manager was on the verge of tears:
"Boss, someone is causing trouble."
"The road outside our factory is completely covered in steel nails."
"At first, I thought it was only for a mile, but after personally investigating, there are scattered nails even two miles away."
"Now, several of our factory's transport vehicles are all stranded outside, their tires completely blown."
"If we can't get the magazines out, they won't reach the newsstands and distribution points in time, and we'll suffer a huge loss!"
Fatty Lai swayed, his head buzzing. In his urgency, he shouted:
"Tell all the factory workers to go out and sweep up the steel nails!"
The factory manager truly started crying:
"I've already told them to clean it up."
"But everyone is injured."
"Those steel bars are long and thick; the employees are afraid to go!"
Fatty Lai gritted his teeth and said:
"Don't worry, I'll call my subordinates and have them deliver it manually."
Fatty Lai couldn't bother with anything else.
The explicit magazine was his lifeline and his source of income.
If there were problems with the magazine, his status would inevitably be affected.
In this line of work, money comes first.
Only with money can you raise an army, only with an army can you gain more territory, and only with more territory can you earn more money.
To judge how well someone is doing, it ultimately comes down to how much money they have.
Fighting and killing are secondary; making money is the priority.
Fatty Lai quickly called his subordinates.
His heart was bleeding.
To send subordinates to do work, there had to be 'tea money'.
Otherwise, if they followed a boss and got no benefits, who would risk their lives for him?
Now, the cost of each explicit magazine had at least tripled. This issue of the magazine would be a complete loss, just for the sake of publicity.
"Liang Kun!"
"Lin Feng!"
"You truly are vicious!"
Fatty Lai was so angry he wanted to throw his phone, but remembering what had just happened, he couldn't bring himself to do it.
He carefully returned to the bed, and just as he was about to lie down, the phone rang again.
Fatty Lai suddenly had an ominous premonition, but he still had to brace himself and pick up the phone.
The factory manager's crying voice came through:
"Boss, all our men have had their arms and legs broken and were thrown outside."
"Now, everyone is in ambulances and being sent to the hospital."
"I'm at the hospital right now. Can you provide some medical expenses?"
"I don't have that much money on me."
Fatty Lai almost fainted. He gritted his teeth and asked:
"Who did it?"
The factory manager was silent for a long time before saying:
"I just asked the brothers, and they said it was Mo Chiu-Nam from the Number Gang."
***
Chapter 30: Couldn't Hold On Even on the First Day
Mo Chiu-Nam?
Isn't he the Triad Hospital's artillery arranged by the Number Gang in Tsim Sha Tsui?
How did he end up in such a critical department of mine?
Don't tell me the factory manager is playing a prank on me?
"Are you sure it's Mo Chiu-Nam?"
The factory manager was on the verge of tears again:
"Boss, that's what the brothers said."
"Mo Chiu-Nam didn't hide his identity; he said he was doing it for money."
"He was hired by... Lin Feng of Hung Hing's Mong Kok Hall of Brotherhood."
Fatty Lai trembled all over.
It was Lin Feng?
It was actually Lin Feng?
I haven't even made a move on Mong Kok, and he's already made a move first?
How dare he?
"...Boss, is there some misunderstanding here?"
"Isn't Lin Feng one of our Hung Hing's top brass?"
Fatty Lai roared:
"You shut your damn mouth!"
The factory manager was scared into silence.
Fatty Lai calmed down a bit and asked:
"How much is the treatment fee?"
The factory manager quickly said:
"It'll cost three million."
Fatty Lai grew even more agitated:
"Why so much?"
The factory manager smiled bitterly:
"This is Hung Hing's internal hospital; it's already very cheap."
"All two hundred of our men had their legs broken, and all the ambulances were dispatched."
"Boss, do we still need to send people to deliver magazines?"
Fatty Lai gritted his teeth:
"Send them, we must send them!"
"If we don't send them, we'll lose even more."
The factory manager had no choice but to agree.
No sooner had Fatty Lai hung up than the phone rang again. He picked it up and saw it was Chan Yiu:
"Brother Yao, calling me so early?"
Chan Yiu had also beaten him at the Hall of Brotherhood, and Fatty Lai hated him to the bone. However, he knew that at this moment, he absolutely could not make any more enemies.
The scores could be settled later.
A gentleman's revenge is never too late!
Chan Yiu's voice was full of anger:
"I was sleeping soundly early in the morning, and then someone woke me up."
"What the hell are you doing?"
Fatty Lai immediately slandered Lin Feng:
"Brother Yao, Lin Feng of Mong Kok doesn't follow the rules. He actually borrowed men from the Number Gang and beat up my brothers from North Point."
Chan Yiu snorted coldly:
"You two Hall of Brotherhoods are at war; isn't it normal for him to beat up your men?"
Fatty Lai paused.
Chan Yiu's face was grim, his voice as if frozen:
"That hospital is our Hung Hing's dedicated hospital. The director is Uncle Nan's son, a famous university graduate from America's medical school."
"He's a good old man deeply respected by our Triad brothers."
"Your men got injured and were sent to the Triad Hospital, why aren't you thinking about paying?"
Fatty Lai repeatedly said:
"I'll pay, I'll definitely pay."
Chan Yiu's voice slowly softened:
"The Triad Hospital belongs to everyone, not just your North Point."
"The hospital's resources are also limited. If your Hall of Brotherhood occupies the entire hospital, what will the other eleven Hall of Brotherhoods do?"
Fatty Lai gripped his phone tightly. If not for its good quality, he would have crushed it.
These words were infuriating.
Did he want his brothers to occupy the entire hospital?
Who in their right mind wants to go to the hospital?
Isn't it because Lin Feng of Mong Kok was too ruthless?
He sent over two hundred people in one go!
How many core personnel did North Point have?
This took out almost half of them.
Bullying people.
He's really bullying people too much.
Lin Feng of Mong Kok is bullying people.
Chan Yiu of Wan Chai is also bullying people.
Just wait, sooner or later, I'll send you all down.
Fatty Lai was completely twisted!
Yet, the words that came out were no different from usual.
"Brother Yao, don't worry, I'll immediately send someone to deliver three million."
Chan Yiu angrily said:
"Three million my ass, it's ten million!"
Fatty Lai couldn't hold back anymore and angrily said:
"Chan Yiu, are you trying to scare me?"
"Just now, my man called and said it only needed three million. How did it become seven million more when it got to you?"
Chan Yiu was even angrier:
"Fatty Lai, let me make one thing clear to you."
"Right now, your men are not injured because of the company."
"If they were injured because of the company, then the Triad Hospital would cover a portion of their medical expenses, with the headquarters paying seventy percent and your Hall of Brotherhood paying thirty percent."
"Now, this is because your personal affairs, Fatty Lai, caused your brothers to break their arms and legs, so the headquarters absolutely cannot reimburse you for this part of the money!"
It was as if a basin of cold water had been poured over Fatty Lai's head, and he instantly sobered up.
That's right.
If these casualties were caused by a war between the North Point Hall of Brotherhood and other Triads, then Hung Hing's headquarters would definitely have to contribute. Otherwise, no one would fight for the Triad in the future.
Unfortunately, this matter was not company business, but solely Fatty Lai's private affair, so he was out of luck.
If you make a mistake handling private matters, the company will not subsidize you.
Chan Yiu said coldly:
"Fatty Lai, I'm warning you, if you don't pay up, I'll have someone throw these people back."
"If you don't want to be in the game, just say so."
"You have three hours to pay the full amount, otherwise, you know the consequences!"
Beep!
Chan Yiu hung up the phone.
Fatty Lai was on the verge of tears, but he dared not delay. He quickly planned to call the factory manager to have him send someone to his house to collect the money.
Unexpectedly, before he could even dial, the factory manager's call came in again.
A bad premonition suddenly arose in Fatty Lai.
Could something else have happened?
The factory manager's voice was tearful:
"It's bad, it's bad, boss."
Fatty Lai felt inexplicably annoyed:
"I'm damn fine."
The factory manager was startled and quickly blurted out:
"Boss, over two hundred of our brothers have been sent in again..."
Thud!
The phone in Fatty Lai's hand dropped. He suddenly woke up and quickly bent down to pick it up.
However, he accidentally touched his little brother.
Ow!
Fatty Lai covered his lower body with both hands, performing another piece of performance art.
He finally endured the pain and picked up the phone, only to find that the call had already ended.
Fatty Lai quickly called back, his voice full of tension:
"What's going on? Why are there two hundred more people?"
The factory manager was nervous, frightened, and wronged; he was just an ordinary person.
"Didn't you say that no matter what, the magazines had to be distributed to all sales points?"
"So I followed your instructions and found over two hundred brothers..."
"Who knew they all had their arms and legs broken by Mo Chiu-Nam..."
Fatty Lai quickly shouted:
"Stop!"
"Stop immediately!"
"Don't send anyone else!"
The treatment cost for two hundred people was ten million. Another two hundred people would mean twenty million.
That's twenty million.
Fatty Lai had money, but this money didn't come easily; he had painstakingly saved it little by little.
If he spent it himself, no matter where he spent it, he wouldn't feel bad.
But if it was to treat a bunch of Young and Dangerous, he felt like he couldn't breathe!
The factory manager quickly nodded:
"Yes, yes, yes, what about the magazines?"
Fatty Lai cursed loudly:
"To hell with the magazines! Now, send someone to my place to get the money and deliver it to the hospital!"
How could the factory manager dare to speak?
Fatty Lai hung up the phone, his eyes staring blankly. This was only the first day.
Why was it so dark before dawn?
***
Chapter 31: I haven't even used my full strength, and you've already fallen.
Surrender?
A thought Fatty Lai had never considered suddenly arose in his mind.
Fatty Lai prided himself on being an intellectual and looked down on the people of Hung Hing.
Prince, a brute!
Liang Kun, a fish ball seller.
Sister Thirteen, a young punk who followed Liang Ma.
Even Chiang Tin-Sung was just a small-time hood from a gangster family.
What decent person would let their child inherit a Triad identity?
You're already in a high position; why aren't you thinking about sending your children abroad to study?
Starting a company or finding a job in the future is much better than being in the underworld.
Liang Kun and Lin Feng want to fight me; are they even qualified?
However, what happened early this morning was a direct blow to him.
Fatty Lai was almost stunned!
Those people from Mong Kok are truly ruthless; they immediately seized his vital departments.
The road two miles outside the printing factory was covered with steel nails; what kind of heinous act is that?
Hiring Mo Chiu-Nam to break the arms and legs of all the brothers in North Point, are they not afraid of being accused of betraying brotherly loyalty?
Ruthless!
Truly ruthless!
Fatty Lai's heart was bleeding.
It wasn't because he felt sorry for the injured brothers; honestly, they were just a bunch of thugs who risked their lives for money. He wouldn't care even if they died, let alone were injured.
But Fatty Lai felt sorry for the money!
Just treating those guys' injuries cost twenty million in one morning.
Do you think that's it?
No!
It takes a hundred days for a broken bone to heal; all the subsequent nutrition expenses and such would be paid by him.
It wouldn't be over without at least three to five million.
The most important thing wasn't even that, but his adult magazines.
That was Fatty Lai's lifeline!
As long as the adult magazines existed, he, President Lai, would exist. If the adult magazines were gone, he would be nothing.
Surrender?
Maybe I should just give in?
Fatty Lai was a little scared!
Can't win!
He really can't win.
At this moment, he suddenly realized a fact: he was a scholar, and they were street thugs who shed blood. They dared to fight for their lives, but he didn't.
Fatty Lai comforted himself: My life is so precious; I can't risk it with those lowly people.
However, he was also unwilling!
Why?
I am a noble scholar, a person of status in Hong Kong. My associating with you is a condescension, and you actually dare to look down on me?
Fatty Lai's pride wouldn't allow him to bow down to Liang Kun so quickly.
But if he wanted to fight, he didn't have the manpower!
Losing four hundred people in one morning, who the hell would dare to obey his orders and fight the Mong Kok branch?
Greyhound and Dai Fei?
Don't even think about it!
Those two would definitely not come.
Then North Point would have no one.
Fatty Lai was exceptionally irritated:
"Damn Mo Chiu-Nam, such a heavy hand... huh?"
Fatty Lai's eyes lit up. I can borrow troops!
You're borrowing troops from the Number Gang, right?
Then I'll borrow troops from other places.
Thinking of this, Fatty Lai immediately dialed Wo Hing Shing's number,
"Fire Shit?"
Fire Shit had a very short temper, truly living up to his name.
"Fatty Lai, are you sick? I just lay down, and you called me?"
Fatty Lai was very calm:
"There's a big deal. Are you in or out?"
Fire Shit was nonchalant:
"What big deal could you, a seller of adult magazines, have?"
Fatty Lai said seriously:
"I'm borrowing troops from you. One soldier for one hundred thousand. How many can you provide?"
He fully expected Fire Shit to agree without a second thought. Everyone in the underworld knew that Fire Shit of Wo Hing Shing was a pauper and would definitely not refuse his temptation.
Who knew Fire Shit would ask instead:
"Are you trying to fight Mong Kok?"
Fatty Lai's heart trembled:
"What have you heard?"
Fire Shit grinned:
"I'll give you a friendly price for this news: two hundred thousand!"
Fatty Lai roared:
"Why don't you just rob me?"
Fire Shit said indifferently:
"If you don't want to pay, then forget it."
Fatty Lai gritted his teeth:
"I'll pay!"
"Your news had better be worth the price!"
Fire Shit snorted coldly:
"My reputation, Fire Shit, can be used as money; I won't ruin my own brand."
"Lin Feng of Mong Kok has spread the word in the underworld."
"Whoever dares to lend you troops, he will lend double that number to fight you."
Fatty Lai was stunned:
"What?"
Fire Shit said bluntly:
"Lin Feng has calculated your strategy clearly. If you dare to borrow ten soldiers, he will dare to borrow twenty to fight you."
"He also said that as long as you dare to risk your life, the price is negotiable."
"All my soldiers are my brothers. If I lend them to you, they will have to face double the number of knife-wielders or enemies."
"I don't want to get the money only to lose my life and not be able to spend it."
"I heard your Triad Hospital is already full. How much money do you still have to borrow troops? Comparing wealth with Liang Kun, you're really joking!"
"My two hundred thousand, remember to give it to me!"
Fire Shit hung up the phone after speaking.
Fatty Lai was stunned and couldn't help but violently throw the phone in his hand.
Crack!
The phone shattered into pieces.
Fatty Lai was still not appeased. He lifted his foot and stomped hard on the phone's remains, but he forgot that he couldn't make movements easily.
Ouch!!
Fatty Lai clutched his lower body, his face contorted, his feet not knowing where to put themselves.
He was scared!
Truly scared!
Fatty Lai wasn't afraid of those who made threats; when you're in the underworld, who hasn't made threats?
Nor was he afraid of those who acted tough; they were all reckless brutes, easy to deal with.
Fatty Lai was afraid of those who used their brains and dared to risk their lives.
In the early morning's operation, he lost completely.
Fatty Lai originally thought those two guys from Mong Kok wouldn't make a move, but they directly took action.
Once they acted, they seized his Achilles' heel—the adult magazine factory.
Fatty Lai knew what the guys from Mong Kok wanted to achieve: they wanted his adult magazine market share to decline.
This was truly a matter of life and death.
Hong Kong, though not large, had dozens of newspapers and more than a dozen adult magazines.
As a successful industry insider, Fatty Lai knew the importance of market share.
If his market share declined, the adult magazine readers would easily shift their affections.
That would be much worse than losing a few million himself.
The two guys from Mong Kok acted viciously, on one hand causing him long-term losses, and on the other hand causing immediate losses.
Not counting the long-term ones.
The immediate losses alone amounted to over twenty million.
If you add the subsequent nutrition fees, living expenses, and other costs, it would probably be another ten million.
Fatty Lai was filled with fear.
He had money.
However, no matter how much money he had, he couldn't keep throwing it out ten million by ten million.
Most importantly, Lin Feng had already anticipated his moves. If he were to borrow troops, once losses occurred, it wouldn't be something that could be settled with a simple ten million.
Fatty Lai didn't dare to fight, not because he lacked the courage to risk his life, but because there was a very grim and realistic problem before him.
He was almost bankrupt!
Fatty Lai sighed deeply, waited for the factory manager to arrive, had him take away twenty million money, and sat through the night until dawn, then called Chiang Tin-Sung—to admit defeat!
***
Chapter 32: Confused Liang Kun, envious Jiang Tiansheng
Liang Kun rubbed his hair, stretched, and saw that it was nine in the morning, so he got up to wash.
Most Young and Dangerous wake up around this time.
Of course, it's also normal for some Young and Dangerous who work in nightlife to wake up later.
Li Fu had already prepared breakfast for him.
Liang Kun was especially pleased:
"Xiao Fu, why don't you follow me? I like your diligence."
Li Fu chuckled:
"Brother Kun gives me face, I'll definitely accept it."
"But I'm with Brother Feng. If I followed you, it wouldn't sound good if word got out."
Liang Kun pouted,
"If you don't want to follow me, just say so. Why bring up Triad rules?"
According to Triad rules, a subordinate's subordinate is not your subordinate.
Li Fu followed Lin Feng, so he naturally had to ask Lin Feng's opinion. No matter how much Liang Kun liked him, there was nothing he could do.
As Liang Kun was eating, his phone rang. Li Fu, with great foresight, picked it up and immediately handed it to Liang Kun:
"Brother Kun, it's Mr. Chiang."
Liang Kun clapped his hands before answering the phone:
"Mr. Chiang, calling me so early, do you have any instructions?"
Chiang Tin-Sung smiled:
"Ah Kun, good work. I thought Fatty Lai would take several days to back down, but I didn't expect one day would be enough."
"Fatty Lai just called me, asking me to be the peacemaker. He said he would only host a banquet to apologize to you at Arrogance Restaurant."
Liang Kun was stunned:
"No, what's going on?"
"Wasn't Fatty Lai pretty fierce?"
"He just chickened out?"
"What is all this?"
Chiang Tin-Sung paused:
"The matter from early this morning, wasn't that arranged by you?"
Liang Kun asked curiously:
"Ah Feng already used his methods on Fatty Lai early this morning?"
"That wasn't me. Ah Feng said it's very simple to deal with Fatty Lai. He told me to quickly finalize the cinema matter, and he would handle the rest."
"However, Ah Feng did tell me his approach."
Chiang Tin-Sung immediately became interested:
"What kind of approach does Ah Feng have?"
Liang Kun didn't hide anything and directly explained Lin Feng's three main methods for dealing with Fatty Lai.
Chiang Tin-Sung slammed the table in admiration,
"Ah Feng truly lives up to being a top figure in our Hung Hing. He sees things so clearly."
"These are not methods Fatty Lai should enjoy; these are methods only rival Triads of our Hung Hing are qualified to experience."
"If we promote Ah Feng's methods, they can be used against any Triad."
Liang Kun was surprised:
"Is it that formidable?"
Chiang Tin-Sung also didn't hide anything:
"All Triads cannot do without these three things: alienating trusted aides, cutting off financial sources, and severing manpower. Then the opponent is left as a lone commander."
"It's such a simple matter for our Triad to deal with a mere wild man."
"Ah Feng truly possesses great talent."
Chiang Tin-Sung was particularly envious:
"With you two brothers working together, no wonder the Mong Kok branch has developed so powerfully."
Liang Kun laughed heartily:
"I'm lucky."
Chiang Tin-Sung was indeed very envious:
"So, are you going to Fatty Lai's apology banquet?"
Liang Kun shook his head:
"No, I find that guy annoying to look at. Let Ah Feng go. After all, he's the one who used the methods on Fatty Lai."
"However, Mr. Chiang, if Ah Feng goes, the time needs to be adjusted slightly."
Chiang Tin-Sung was surprised:
"What time would be suitable?"
Liang Kun chuckled:
"Afternoon is fine. My brother can't wake up before noon."
Chiang Tin-Sung laughed heartily:
"His sleep quality is really good, enviable."
Changing the subject, Chiang Tin-Sung suddenly said,
"Ah Kun, Ah Feng has great talent; letting him be so carefree is truly a waste."
Liang Kun's heart stirred,
"Mr. Chiang, what do you mean?"
Chiang Tin-Sung slowly said:
"I'm thinking, should we let Ah Feng take the lead?"
Liang Kun was puzzled:
"But the Twelve Hall Masters are already full, is there still a position for Ah Feng?"
Chiang Tin-Sung smiled:
"My idea is, why not transfer Ah Feng to headquarters?"
Liang Kun was unwilling:
"Mr. Chiang, isn't that inappropriate? Currently, all the top figures of Hung Hing are in their respective branches. Suddenly transferring Ah Feng to headquarters, isn't that setting up a target for people to attack?"
Chiang Tin-Sung shook his head slightly:
"Don't worry, if anyone dares to spread such rumors, I'll be the first to not spare them."
Liang Kun asked curiously:
"Mr. Chiang, do you have another plan?"
Chiang Tin-Sung said directly:
"Our Hung Hing has many industries, but many of them are illicit."
"Your cinema money laundering scheme, that came from Ah Feng, didn't it?"
Liang Kun didn't hide it:
"Yes, Ah Feng told me."
Chiang Tin-Sung was very sincere,
"We're all in this business to make money."
"The company has a lot of money, but the problem is that much of it cannot be used as freely as we'd like."
"I'm planning to ask Ah Feng to help change that."
Liang Kun thought it over carefully and raised his concerns,
"Mr. Chiang, I do agree with your idea."
"But there are two issues."
Hearing that there was an opening, Chiang Tin-Sung immediately said:
"As long as we put our hearts into it, no matter how many problems there are, they won't be problems."
Liang Kun said:
"If Ah Feng is to work at headquarters, his Straw Sandal status is not enough."
"He won't be able to command the Hall Masters and top figures."
"Mr. Chiang's starting point is good, but if those below feign compliance, it's better not to act at all."
Chiang Tin-Sung paused slightly.
He hadn't considered such a thing.
Liang Kun reminded him:
"Our current system was established by you. Because of your design, our Hung Hing's territory has expanded several times over."
"However, it is also because of this that the system of the Twelve Hall Masters has become deeply ingrained."
"If Ah Feng's status isn't properly resolved, won't the various Hall Masters think that this is an attempt to seize their power?"
An alarm bell rang in Chiang Tin-Sung's heart:
"Ah Kun, you speak well!"
"I didn't mean that; I just want to legitimize those illicit businesses."
"If handled improperly, it could very likely cause a considerable misunderstanding."
"You truly are selfless."
Liang Kun said sincerely:
"I wouldn't be in the position I am today without Mr. Chiang's promotion. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have become the Hall Master of Mong Kok."
These were not Liang Kun's true feelings; Lin Feng had taught him this.
To become the Dragon Head of Hung Hing, one must gain the approval of the Chiang family.
After all, Hung Hing, like Sun Yee On, followed a system where the son succeeds the father, or the younger brother succeeds the elder brother.
To change this situation, it cannot be driven by outsiders, as that would make the Chiang family feel that outsiders are snatching away what belongs to them.
Only when the Chiang family voluntarily relinquishes power will a new tradition be formed.
Chiang Tin-Sung was indeed overjoyed:
"Ah Kun, I know you, and I have always trusted you."
"So, what is your second concern?"
Liang Kun deliberately hesitated for a moment before saying,
"The second thing is Ah Feng's own wish."
"You don't know, I wanted to promote him a long time ago, but that kid just doesn't want to move."
"He said he's used to being carefree."
"Think about it, who sleeps until past noon?"
Chiang Tin-Sung was stunned, suddenly feeling that it was very tricky!