Chapter 311: Fierce George (Monthly Tickets at the beginning of the month)
Grand Duke Andrei was numb.
"You mean I've been played for a fool all this time?"
Cunningham spread his hands and retorted:
"Have you told anyone about this?"
Grand Duke Andrei mumbled:
"How could I dare to tell anyone about keeping it all to myself? I didn't even tell my trusted aides... Besides, my trusted aides aren't in Hong Kong."
Keeping things to oneself would invite resentment.
However, Grand Duke Andrei didn't care anymore; let alone keeping it all to himself, he hadn't even seen what 'it' was.
Cunningham shrugged:
"Then do you think Tycoon would tell anyone?"
Grand Duke Andrei shook his head decisively:
"No!"
"This kind of thing is top secret, so the fewer people who know, the better."
Cunningham chuckled:
"Would anyone else know?"
Grand Duke Andrei, as expected, still shook his head:
"Of course not. If it leaked, the whole world would explode."
Cunningham cursed:
"Then what the hell are you asking about?"
Grand Duke Andrei froze, then slumped back into his seat.
That's right.
He couldn't possibly leak it, and Tycoon wouldn't either.
In other words, when he went to that secret unit to withdraw money, he shouldn't have been attacked at all.
If he really was attacked, then... there's only one answer!
Someone was crying 'thief' while being the thief!
It's not surprising that Grand Duke Andrei thought this way; anyone would.
Upon closer examination, Grand Duke Andrei's itinerary was originally top secret.
His bodyguard and special police teams protected him with extreme vigilance, and even Grand Duke Andrei himself couldn't figure out when he would shake them off.
The timing was uncertain.
So, there was only one place that was certain—the unit where Grand Duke Andrei and Tycoon conducted their transaction, which Tycoon had provided.
There was another question.
If Grand Duke Andrei was just unlucky during the first attack, being targeted by people near the unit.
How could the second time be explained?
He had changed units, and even changed regions.
Grand Duke Andrei was attacked again, and this time, even worse, one of his trusted bodyguards died!
Was Grand Duke Andrei so foolish, so unlucky, that he was targeted by criminals twice?
Where did they get their intelligence?
Eliminate all impossibilities, and whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth.
Even if the truth is absurd and unreasonable, it is still the truth.
The truth is—
"Tycoon dared to play me?!"
Grand Duke Andrei was furious!
Cunningham snorted coldly:
"With your intelligence, who else would they play if not you?"
Cunningham felt quite incredulous.
From his perspective, Grand Duke Andrei's two attacks were purely bad luck.
Tycoon was the person chosen by Mr. Shen, loyal to the Anglo-Saxon, and absolutely wouldn't do anything against an Imperial Duke.
It could only be that the transaction location he chose was bad, constantly being watched by local Triads.
But then again, if he was really targeted by a Triad, wouldn't it be better to just take the money and leave? Why attack Grand Duke Andrei?
Cunningham originally said it casually, trying to mislead Grand Duke Andrei, but the more he thought about it, the more he felt something was off!
Holy crap!
Could it be that his casual remark actually hit upon the truth?
Did Tycoon really play Grand Duke Andrei for a fool?
"Grand Duke Andrei, I have some intelligence to tell you."
Thinking of this, Cunningham immediately decided to add fuel to the fire.
Grand Duke Andrei quickly asked:
"What intelligence?"
Cunningham smiled:
"According to our rules, I want one hundred thousand pounds!"
Grand Duke Andrei rolled his eyes in exasperation:
"Fine!"
"I'll give it to you!"
"However, the money isn't with me. I'll give it to you when I get back."
Cunningham was unconcerned:
"It's only one hundred thousand pounds, I'm not afraid you'll renege."
"According to the intelligence I've received, Tycoon recently lost a large sum of money."
Grand Duke Andrei was puzzled.
"A phantom thief in Hong Kong kidnapped his eldest son and demanded 1.04 billion hong kong dollars."
Grand Duke Andrei's eyes widened:
"How much?"
"One hundred million pounds?"
"Is he crazy?"
"Who the hell would give that much money?"
Cunningham said indifferently:
"Tycoon did!"
Hiss!
Grand Duke Andrei was stunned:
"One hundred million pounds, and he actually gave it!"
"Tycoon is really rich."
"We in the Anglo-Saxon homeland couldn't do something like that."
Cunningham was quite speechless:
"Is that what I'm talking about? Don't you think it's possible that if that hadn't happened to Tycoon, your fifty million pounds would have been safely delivered?"
Grand Duke Andrei paused.
Cunningham simply made it clear:
"Tycoon wasn't short of money before, after all, he could easily produce one hundred million pounds to pay the ransom."
"An acquaintance in Hong Kong told me that all one hundred million pounds were old hong kong dollar bills."
"They didn't want new bills."
"Which means the kidnappers drained Tycoon's cash flow."
"Under such circumstances, do you think Tycoon could still smoothly produce fifty million pounds?"
Grand Duke Andrei fell silent.
Cunningham chuckled:
"Our Cunningham Family isn't as wealthy as your Andrei Family, but as far as I know, rich Anglo-Saxons don't have much cash flow."
Grand Duke Andrei sighed:
"Of course, cash flow isn't abundant; it's a sign of extreme waste."
Cunningham shrugged:
"I suppose the thinking of the rich is universal, isn't it?"
Grand Duke Andrei smiled bitterly:
"Indeed, it seems I've been played!"
"Thoroughly played by Tycoon!"
"This truly cannot be forgiven!"
Grand Duke Andrei completely accepted Cunningham's indoctrination. He was convinced that Tycoon was deceiving him.
"How dare he?"
"How on earth did he dare?"
"Who gave him the courage to deceive an Imperial Duke?"
Cunningham mocked:
"If it weren't for me, would you even know you were being played?"
"If it weren't for me, wouldn't you still be running errands for him like a dog, with a sense of guilt?"
"Perhaps you'd even be hoping for a second windfall of fifty million pounds, and so you'd be even more attentive to him."
Grand Duke Andrei said unnaturally:
"Don't say that, am I really that materialistic?"
Cunningham burst out laughing.
He stopped there, not wanting to provoke him further.
Grand Duke Andrei himself couldn't swallow this insult.
"No, I have to get this back."
"It's too infuriating!"
"I haven't done anything else in Hong Kong; I've just been stuck in the hospital."
Cunningham took the opportunity to add another spark:
"See, that's where they show their discretion in doing things."
"They know your identity is extraordinary, so they always just knock you out."
"If it were really robbers, seeing so much money in the bag, would they be scared?"
"If it were me, I'd be scared."
"That much money, just thinking about it, means the person is extraordinary; it's best to be absolutely thorough."
"How can one be absolutely thorough?"
"Simple, kill you!"
"Are they going to wait for you to wake up and use your connections to retaliate against the killer?"
"Any normal person would absolutely not leave you alive."
"But... you were only knocked unconscious."
Grand Duke Andrei's face turned ashen, and he said dejectedly:
"And I dared not tell the Police Station the truth."
Cunningham smiled but said nothing.
Nonsense, unless Grand Duke Andrei didn't want to be in the Imperial noble circle anymore, how could he do such a thing?
No matter how chaotic a noble's life was, it absolutely could not be revealed to outsiders.
That would be an act of suicide!
Grand Duke Andrei gritted his teeth:
"Cunningham, I owe you a favor."
"Now, please tell me, does this Tycoon fellow have any recent movements?"
Cunningham refused:
"I'm still thinking of getting in touch with Tycoon; this guy can casually give 1.04 billion to kidnappers, he's a truly wealthy man."
"Later, I also want to extort one hundred million pounds from him."
Grand Duke Andrei was furious:
"I'll buy your information!"
Cunningham immediately said:
"Two hundred thousand pounds!"
Grand Duke Andrei stared at him intently:
"You can't speak without money, can you?"
Cunningham said as a matter of course:
"Our Cunningham Family isn't as rich as your Andrei Family; we have to be frugal and find new sources of income..."
"I have a business tip."
"Sham Shui Po in Hong Kong is going to be redeveloped. Some councilors are now advocating for council expansion. Those hospitals are actually guided by Tycoon, aiming to get Tycoon involved."
"In reality, they are paving the way for Tycoon."
Grand Duke Andrei smirked:
"Very good, Tycoon won't be able to participate in the redevelopment of Sham Shui Po!"
Cunningham shrugged:
"That's your business then."
"Shouldn't you be treating me to a meal now?"
Grand Duke Andrei stared at Cunningham, dumbfounded:
"You invited me here, and now I have to pay for the meal?"
Cunningham asked solemnly, "Did I not solve a huge problem for you?"
Grand Duke Andrei replied helplessly, "Yes."
Cunningham continued, "Did I not make you feel pleasant?"
Grand Duke Andrei surrendered, "Fine, let's toast to our future cooperation. My treat!"
Cunningham smiled, "See? I knew you were a reasonable person."
Grand Duke Andrei was also convinced and couldn't be bothered to argue with Cunningham about such things.
In reality, Grand Duke Andrei was happier than anyone when Cunningham wasn't stirring up trouble.
While Grand Duke Andrei was ordering and paying for the meal, Cunningham sent a message to George:
"Grand Duke Andrei is settled. You should act now."
George could only sigh upon receiving the message, thinking, 'As expected of an Imperial soldier, this level of efficiency is much stronger than our Military Intelligence Agency.'
But if Cunningham knew this, he would definitely spit in George's face.
'What Imperial soldier's efficiency? This General is clearly doing it for money!'
money is everything.
George stood up and said, "Isa, we should go out."
Elizabeth was puzzled, "Sir, where are we going?"
George shrugged, "We're going to meet the Tycoon!"
Elizabeth was shocked, "What?"
George took a deep breath and smiled, "This person is a wealthy one, giving out a billion or so at the drop of a hat. We need to get some from him."
Elizabeth gave a wry smile, "Sir, you're joking."
"The Tycoon is rich, but his money doesn't just fall from the sky. How could he just give away a billion or so?"
George shook his head, smiling, "No, no, no!"
"Cheuk Tze-keung extorted 1.04 billion from him, and the Tycoon didn't even bargain."
Elizabeth was speechless.
It was unbelievable to think about. Even if the Tycoon was worried about his son and about Cheuk Tze-keung killing him, once his son was back, why didn't he immediately seek help from the Police Station?
Or he could have issued a bounty in the underworld!
It wouldn't even need to be a billion; even ten million hong kong dollar would have meant Cheuk Tze-keung was dead.
But instead, Cheuk Tze-keung was safe and sound.
Elizabeth could only lament that the Tycoon's magnanimity was extraordinary.
Ten minutes later, the two successfully entered the Tycoon's company.
"Gentlemen, I still have official business to attend to. If it's personal, then I'm afraid I cannot accompany you."
The Tycoon's opening words immediately stumped the two.
It had to be said that he was indeed capable of accumulating such a vast fortune.
At least his work ethic was far superior to most people's.
Elizabeth said coldly, "Excuse me, we also have official duties."
Only then did the Tycoon leave his executive desk, "Oh, what official duties?"
"Should I call my lawyer over?"
Elizabeth glanced at George, or rather, spoke directly, "Call him if you want."
"As long as you're not afraid of what you had Zhuang Qing do being exposed, then by all means, call him."
The Tycoon's expression froze, then quickly disappeared.
"I don't know what you're talking about."
He picked up the phone, about to dial.
George said calmly, "Who are you going to call? The Governor? The Secretary for Justice? The Chief Secretary? The Financial Secretary?"
The Tycoon's hand, poised to dial, stopped.
George's approach made him uncertain.
Actually, he only wanted to call the Police Commissioner, but he never expected this Foreigner to immediately mention the top four figures under the Governor's Office.
In this situation, if he still called the Police Commissioner, it would seem petty!
"Mr. George, what exactly do you want to say?"
George extended his hand, and Elizabeth quickly handed over a file. He lightly tossed it onto the Tycoon's executive desk.
"See for yourself!"
"By the way, although I am a mere Superintendent of the Police Political Department, I also have another identity: a senior agent of the Anglo-Saxon Military Intelligence Agency."
The Tycoon looked at George in surprise.
George asked him strangely, "Don't you know my identity?"
"That's right, to you, I'm just a small fry. It's normal that you haven't heard my name."
The Tycoon gave a wry smile and shook his head, "No, no, no, you are not a small fry."
"It's just that I'm not interested in anything other than making money."
Opening the file, the Tycoon's pupils suddenly contracted, and he involuntarily pushed up his glasses.
It clearly showed records of Zhuang Qing purchasing 50 million pounds worth of bearer bonds from a certain bank on two separate occasions.
Time, place, people, and proof were all listed.
George smiled, "You should know what Zhuang Qing bought these things for, right?"
"Zhuang Qing is your in-law, and a very close one at that; otherwise, he wouldn't have gotten your official seal."
"Fifty million pounds is a very large sum of money, and he absolutely couldn't mobilize it with his position."
"Without your authorization, the bank wouldn't have given them such a large amount."
"We confirmed during our investigation that the bank called you for confirmation."
"Now, are you going to deny it?"
The Tycoon's heart sank, and he suddenly retorted, "Are you investigating me?"
"Who…"
George rudely interrupted him, "You're not wrong, we are investigating you."
"Did you forget? I introduced my identity to you. I'm not just the Superintendent of the Political Department; I'm also a senior agent of the Anglo-Saxon Military Intelligence Agency headquarters."
"I now suspect you have a connection to Grand Duke Andrei's attack."
"My investigation of you is entirely procedural, and you are welcome to inspect the paperwork."
"Do you want to check it?"
The Tycoon was half-choked to death.
George sneered, "This matter involves the Grand Duke of the headquarters; no department can interfere."
"Your lawyer is useless!"
"So, I'm giving you some time to prepare, then come with us!"
The Tycoon was shocked, "Are you serious?"
Elizabeth said indifferently, "You can use your connections to verify."
George looked at his watch, "I'll give you ten minutes to make calls, then come with me to the Garrison!"
The usually calm Tycoon suddenly panicked, blurting out, "The Garrison?"
"Why would we go there?"
George looked at him amusedly, "You were able to spend fifty million pounds to bribe Grand Duke Andrei, who just arrived in Hong Kong. Do you think we wouldn't suspect you've bribed the entire Hong Kong Government?"
The Tycoon angrily said, "This is slander!"
George said calmly, "Whether it's slander or not, won't we know by going to the Garrison?"
"Forget it, who told me I'm a good person?"
"Let me tell you, Grand Duke Andrei has already been taken to the Garrison…"
George decisively pulled out his phone and showed Cunningham's text message to the Tycoon,
"Grand Duke Andrei is settled. You should act now!"
Thud!
The Tycoon slumped onto his chair.
After a long while, he said, "Officers, this is a misunderstanding."
George bluffed, "I'm a small fry; I don't know what a misunderstanding is."
"Whatever you have to say, wait until we get to the Garrison."
"Oh, I forgot to tell you one more thing: your subordinate, Zhuang Qing, I have already detained him."
"He's currently being interrogated. Don't worry, the people interrogating him are all Military Intelligence Agency agents. I believe he'll tell the truth very soon."
The Tycoon's eyes almost fell out of his head in shock; he felt his hands and feet turn cold.
If it were people from the Police Station, or from the ICAC, he wouldn't be afraid at all.
The Tycoon had plenty of connections he could use.
But the Military Intelligence Agency… what the hell is that?
And the Garrison… what connection did he have with those soldiers?
The Tycoon took a deep breath and said earnestly, "Officers, this is a misunderstanding!"
"I think, have you perhaps gotten something wrong?"
George smiled, "Whether it's a misunderstanding or not, we'll talk about it when you meet Grand Duke Andrei."
The Tycoon almost choked to death.
Are these two impervious to reason, unable to understand human speech?
Just as he didn't know what to do, the office door was suddenly knocked open, and a subordinate entered, looking anxious,
"Chairman, something big has happened with the two stocks you arranged."
"They've been targeted…"
The Tycoon roared, "What stocks did I arrange?!"
"Get out!"
George's eyes lit up, thoughtfully.
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Chapter 312: Preparing to Drink Abalone Porridge
Hung Hing Triad Hospital.
Lin Feng asked Chen Taotao:
"Are the preparations complete?"
Chen Taotao was very excited:
"Mr. Lin, after you told me about those two stocks, I started accumulating and setting up the scheme early on."
"Now everything is completely ready."
Lin Feng sneered:
"This time, we are purely robbing them."
"These two stocks are a sincere display of cooperation between Tycoon and Golden Club."
"One is to show their financial strength, and the other is to show their manpower."
"They are using the stock market to transfer benefits."
"One side's stocks were chosen long ago, and the other side's funds are ready."
"They are just following a predetermined procedure."
"By circulating through the stock market to the other party's account, it makes it impossible for even the ICAC or the Police Station's Commercial Crime Investigation Bureau to investigate."
Fong Chin-Bor's mouth fell open:
"But, even if they hid it very secretly, you still uncovered it."
Lin Feng smiled and shook his head:
"In Hong Kong, there are few things I don't know."
Fong Chin-Bor remained silent.
How could this kind of information be known so easily?
This must be a secret among secrets, right?
Fang Ting asked:
"Do we have enough chips?"
Chen Taotao confidently said:
"The support from the boss is sufficient. We have already accumulated 200 million hong kong dollars worth of chips."
"This market is huge, with a surplus of 2 billion, otherwise, they wouldn't dare to play so big."
"Unfortunately, we got in one step ahead and are now on equal footing with them."
"We are one step ahead of them in every aspect."
"I'm determined to have this bowl of porridge."
Fong Chin-Bor's eyes lit up:
"Tao Tao's skills are amazing. I must learn from him diligently."
Chen Taotao looked a bit strange, but still said:
"This isn't about my skills; it's about the boss's incredible foresight."
"But in our eyes, this is an unorthodox method, you shouldn't learn it."
Fong Chin-Bor was stunned.
Lin Feng burst into laughter.
Fong Chin-Bor, fearing that Chen Taotao's remarks might displease Lin Feng, quickly said:
"How can this be called an unorthodox method...?"
Lin Feng laughed:
"Zhan Bo, you should learn from Tao Tao carefully."
"Our current operations, including those of Tycoon and Golden Club, if exposed, would only mean one thing."
Fong Chin-Bor was surprised:
"What thing?"
Lin Feng shrugged:
"Manipulating the stock market can lead to being blacklisted, and in severe cases, imprisonment."
Fong Chin-Bor was stunned.
"However, we are hidden behind the scenes. To arrest us, they would first have to arrest Golden Club and Tycoon. It's just that both of them have significant social influence and deep-rooted social connections."
"We are naturally safe."
"But this still doesn't change the fact of market manipulation."
Fong Chin-Bor scratched his head:
"But isn't the secret to being a stock market winner, to some extent, manipulating the market?"
Lin Feng laughed again:
"You're right."
"But that's how the market is."
"The stock market is like a battlefield; the winner takes all."
"But don't forget, the original intention of the stock market was merely to provide financing for nascent companies to develop their businesses, and for shareholders to share in the development dividends of emerging enterprises."
"That's not gambling."
Fong Chin-Bor was silent:
"Which Hong Kong investor would believe that? Isn't everyone looking for overnight riches now?"
Lin Feng seriously replied:
"Hong Kong citizens have a strong gambling nature; you shouldn't emulate that."
"To truly make money in stocks, besides some exceptional opportunities, it's about long-term investment."
"Of course, you can invest using your skills."
"Then you need to integrate the skills you learned from Yip Tin."
"How is your master?"
Fong Chin-Bor shook his head:
"Not good at all!"
"The passing of my senior brother and sister-in-law had a huge impact on him."
"Even with my master's careful care, he still can't overcome his inner demons."
Lin Feng sighed:
"Yip Tin doesn't gamble, but his son loves to gamble."
"Yip Tin believed Hong Kong would return to the Mainland, while his son believed Hong Kong would definitely be snatched by the Anglo-Saxon."
"Their stances were different. Therefore, Yip Tin was the winner of that stock market crash, while his son was the prodigal."
"What's particularly hard to accept is that it was Yip Tin's operations that led to his son's bankruptcy, and subsequently, his despair, driving him to take his entire family's lives..."
Everyone fell silent.
This was another form of father and son destroying each other.
However, upon closer thought, with their differing ideologies, even if it hadn't happened this time, it would have happened next time; it was inescapable.
Lin Feng changed the subject,
"Ultimately, your master's tragedy was caused by the Anglo-Saxon, so work hard. When your skills are fully developed, go to the Anglo-Saxon and avenge your master."
Fong Chin-Bor was bewildered:
"Ah?"
"How is this related to the Anglo-Saxon?"
Lin Feng pointed at Fang Ting:
"Ting Ting, explain it to your brother."
Fong Chin-Bor was very curious:
"Ting Ting knows?"
Of course, Fang Ting knew.
After being with Lin Feng, the two weren't just fighting in bed all day; during their leisure time, they would also discuss work-related matters.
Fang Ting explained:
"The stock market crash of '82 wasn't an economic crisis, but a political crisis."
"Stock market crashes generally occur simultaneously across major global stock markets."
"However, that year's crash was only in Hong Kong."
"It was purely a political stock market crash."
"This was a man-made disaster."
Fong Chin-Bor's eyes widened. Man-made disaster?
"On the surface, it looked like a stock market crash, but in reality, it was a reaction to Anglo-Saxon capital flight."
"This wasn't the first time Anglo-Saxon capital fled. In the 60s, they already fled once. '82 was merely the complete exit of capital that hadn't escaped earlier."
"Didn't you notice that before and after the crash, Anglo-Saxon capital was successively acquired by local entities?"
"It wasn't until the negotiations were completed that this grand drama of acquisitions gradually drew to a close?"
Fong Chin-Bor smiled bitterly:
"Ting Ting, you know I haven't had much schooling."
Fang Ting fell silent.
As the elder brother, Fong Chin-Bor truly hadn't lived many good days.
His family suffered misfortunes when he was young, and he didn't even finish school.
Common knowledge—the kind that anyone who has studied or had experience would understand—was fresh knowledge to Fong Chin-Bor.
This was an entirely different matter.
Lin Feng laughed:
"It doesn't matter if you haven't studied much. It's not too late to start studying now."
"It's never too late to learn knowledge."
"In ancient times, educated people also advocated learning until old age."
Fong Chin-Bor's attitude was very earnest:
"Mr. Lin, rest assured, I will study diligently."
Lin Feng patted his shoulder to comfort him.
Fang Ting looked at Lin Feng gratefully and continued to explain:
"In the two crises, all the Anglo-Saxon capital that wanted to escape successfully fled."
"Those who remained were foreign firms with ulterior motives."
"Capitalists have the keenest instincts. While the Anglo-Saxon government was still fantasizing that the Anglo-Saxon could permanently retain Hong Kong, Anglo-Saxon capital already knew that Hong Kong would eventually return."
"Therefore, it triggered economic turmoil."
"And the stock market crash of the 80s, to put it plainly, was a debate among foreign capital about Hong Kong's future—whether Hong Kong would have a future after its return."
"Those who fled naturally believed there was no future here."
"Those who stayed believed Hong Kong would have a brighter future after its return."
Fong Chin-Bor suddenly realized:
"Then my master believed Hong Kong had a future."
Fang Ting nodded.
Lin Feng sneered:
"You cannot let them guide your thinking. Why should Hong Kong's future be determined by the Anglo-Saxon?"
"I will make the Anglo-Saxon pay, sooner or later."
Fong Chin-Bor couldn't help but give a thumbs-up:
"Mr. Lin is amazing!"
"The Anglo-Saxon is a powerful nation in the world, yet you have such ambition; it's truly remarkable."
"Unlike me, I wouldn't even dare to think about confronting them."
Chen Taotao and Fang Ting both nodded.
Lin Feng secretly shook his head.
Is the Anglo-Saxon powerful?
At this point in time, it certainly seemed powerful.
Unfortunately, Lin Feng had transmigrated and knew the Anglo-Saxon's true capabilities.
Thatcher's Falklands War was merely the last afterglow of this so-called 'Empire on which the sun never sets.'
Later, with successive puppet governments in America, the Anglo-Saxon, apart from shouting a few times on the international stage, became increasingly irrelevant.
Lin Feng clapped his hands:
"Tao Tao, I'm determined to have this bowl of abalone porridge!"
Chen Taotao seriously said:
"Mr. Lin, don't worry, we will also enjoy abalone porridge with you."
Lin Feng laughed heartily:
"Don't worry, after this deal, I'll give you guys some appropriate time off."
Chen Taotao's face immediately lit up with joy.
However, Lin Feng added:
"To make you lie in bed and rest honestly."
Chen Taotao's face instantly fell:
"That's so boring. I'd rather continue working."
Lin Feng glared at him:
So, do you want to stay in the Triad Hospital forever?
Don't joke around.
I have a lot of things waiting for you to do.
Chen Taotao tentatively asked:
Like what?
Lin Feng casually said:
Didn't I just say it? We need to teach the Anglo-Saxon a lesson.
Chen Taotao gasped:
Are you serious?
Lin Feng said very earnestly:
I never lie.
You hurry up and get some good rest. Once you recover, I'll take you to the Anglo-Saxon to cause trouble.
At the very least, I'll make sure you earn a villa on the Peak.
Chen Taotao didn't think much of it, but Fong Chin-Bor's eyes were already gleaming:
Can I buy back my house?
Lin Feng had already bought back the Fang family's old house, but they had an agreement: Fong Chin-Bor had to repay the money within five years. Only then would the deed to the Fang family's old house be given to Fong Chin-Bor; otherwise, it would become Fang Ting's private property.
Lin Feng answered seriously:
Of course, it wouldn't be a problem even if you wanted to buy a new one.
Fong Chin-Bor quickly said:
No need to buy a new one, I just want to buy back the house.
Lin Feng smiled:
Then good luck!
Fong Chin-Bor nodded vigorously.
Lin Feng clapped his hands and said:
Alright, I won't disturb your work. You all do your thing, I'll head out first.
Chen Taotao was surprised:
Is Mr. Lin not staying here?
Lin Feng smiled:
Don't use someone you doubt; don't doubt someone you use.
This project is yours; do I really need to get involved?
Let's go, let's go!
Fang Ting walked him to the door and whispered:
I'm coming home tonight.
Lin Feng laughed:
This case won't be over in a day or two; you'll probably be busy for quite some time.
We have a long life ahead of us, no rush!
Fang Ting gave him a tight hug:
Brother Feng, you're so good to me.
Lin Feng playfully flicked her nose:
That's a silly thing to say. You're my wife, of course I'll be good to you.
Alright, learn the techniques well from Tao Tao. Our family business is huge, and the stock market really needs your support.
This simple sentence filled Fang Ting with a sense of sacred duty:
Don't worry, Brother Feng.
I will definitely complete the mission.
Only then did Lin Feng leave. Nam Tsai was already waiting outside.
Brother Feng.
Lin Feng asked:
How is Tao Tao's condition?
Nam Tsai scratched his head:
He's recovering very well.
Mainly because all our measures are keeping up, and Mr. Chen is also in good spirits.
Naturally, his recovery is also fast.
However, Mr. Ye's condition is not as easy.
Lin Feng frowned slightly:
Is Yip Tin's situation very bad?
Nam Tsai gave a bitter smile:
No good.
He suffered too much mental trauma. If he had come to the hospital at the initial onset of his illness, he might have been discharged quickly.
But now...
Our hospital has made its utmost efforts, but we can still only ensure he is conscious for two hours a day.
This is already the limit.
Moreover, I've reviewed the medical records and found that Mr. Ye's conscious time is becoming shorter and shorter. If this continues, he might eventually become completely immersed in his own world.
And by that time, it should be the day of his demise.
Lin Feng said indifferently:
Birth, aging, illness, and death are the norm of life.
We just do our best.
Nam Tsai breathed a sigh of relief. He was afraid Lin Feng would give him some kind of death order, saying he absolutely had to save him or something similar.
Doctors are not gods.
It's not that easy to save someone the King of Hell wants.
Nam Tsai added:
Brother Feng, there's one more thing.
Lin Feng asked, puzzled:
If you have something, just say it directly.
Nam Tsai gave a bitter smile:
This matter is about Mr. Chiang.
Lin Feng said, speechless:
Mr. Chiang is our former Dragon Head. If he gets angry with you all, just be a bit more tolerant.
Of course, I can't let our brothers suffer. Grandfather will give them the compensation they deserve.
Nam Tsai quickly said:
That's not the problem.
Lin Feng asked, surprised:
Then what is it?
Nam Tsai gritted his teeth and said:
Mr. Chiang doesn't want to use our Triad's doctors anymore.
Lin Feng frowned:
What's going on?
Nam Tsai stammered:
Mr. Chiang... Mr. Chiang said he isn't a member of the Triad and shouldn't enjoy the Triad's benefits.
Lin Feng was utterly speechless. This Chiang Tin-Sung!
After some thought, he took out his phone and called Chiang Tin-Yeung.
Ah Feng, it's rare for you to call me.
You never call without a reason, what's up?
Chiang Tin-Yeung's voice was very cheerful and enthusiastic.
Lin Feng sighed:
Mr. Chiang, I'm calling about the former Dragon Head, Mr. Chiang.
Nam Tsai just told me that in order not to be associated with the Triad anymore, he actually said he doesn't want our Triad doctors to continue serving him.
It concerns Mr. Chiang, so I didn't feel right making the decision myself, and I haven't told Brother Kun. So I'm asking for your opinion, as Mr. Chiang's family member.
Chiang Tin-Yeung was also stunned, feeling a headache:
My elder brother's intention is that he just wants to live an honest, ordinary life.
He wants to completely wash his hands of the past, to be completely clean.
I've tried to persuade him that our Hung Hing is about to reorganize under the Dragon Head's leadership, and the entire Triad will be whitewashed.
But he can't wait!
Ah Feng, is it convenient for you to talk there?
Lin Feng nodded:
I'm at the Triad Hospital, so it's naturally convenient to talk.
Chiang Tin-Yeung sighed:
My brother, the older he gets in the jianghu, the more timid he becomes. Recently, there have been too many unpredictable things in the jianghu, and even old jianghu like us feel the impending storm.
Coupled with several other Chairmen getting into trouble, he's scared!
Lin Feng dismissed it:
How could a heroic figure like Mr. Chiang be afraid?
Chiang Tin-Yeung gave a bitter smile:
He's truly scared!
Repeated injuries have extinguished his ambitions.
Plus, the incidents with Tung Sing, Sun Luen Shing, and Wo Luen Shing all involved betrayal by the closest people.
My elder brother is genuinely afraid.
He's terrified that one day he might also follow in their footsteps.
Lin Feng sighed:
How foolish!
Mr. Chiang passed the position to Brother Kun. Brother Kun, even for his own sake, would have to revere Mr. Chiang like a Bodhisattva. But Mr. Chiang, on the other hand, is doubting this?
Chiang Tin-Yeung whispered:
My elder brother's intention is that if someone wants to target the Dragon Head, it would definitely be best for him to step forward.
After all, only my elder brother can question the legitimacy of the Dragon Head.
He's not afraid of enemies from within; currently, the Dragon Head's prestige is high, the internal unity is strong, and there's no opposition at all.
My elder brother is worried about enemies from outside!
Lin Feng nodded in understanding:
Then what should we do about Mr. Chiang?
Chiang Tin-Yeung said awkwardly:
If possible, just follow his wishes.
Lin Feng shrugged:
I will naturally respect your wishes.
However, does Mr. Chiang only want to withdraw the Triad Hospital's doctors?
Or does he have other intentions?
Chiang Tin-Yeung gave a bitter smile:
My brother actually also wants to remove the Thunder Security bodyguards.
Lin Feng's mouth fell open, finding it quite unbelievable:
Mr. Chiang, you know how popular Thunder Security is in Hong Kong.
A team of two bodyguards currently costs a million hong kong dollars per year to employ.
I arranged four teams for him, a total of eight people.
He doesn't need them?
Chiang Tin-Yeung also felt his elder brother had a problem with his head:
There's no other way, he has a bit of persecutory delusion.
He always feels that the people around him are not very reliable.
Don't get agitated, he doesn't even trust me much.
Lin Feng sighed:
Then how should his security situation be resolved?
I must ensure his safety, otherwise, I won't be able to explain it to Brother Kun.
Chiang Tin-Yeung also felt troubled:
His intention is for me to find him a team of bodyguards in Siam.
Lin Feng was astonished:
No, can bodyguards from Siam be more trustworthy than our own?
Chiang Tin-Yeung also just sighed:
Didn't I say, he has persecutory delusion.
I myself use Thunder Security bodyguards, but he insists on wanting ones from Siam.
But there's nothing I can do, he's my elder brother, he's the former Dragon Head of Hung Hing. What can you do?
Lin Feng immediately said:
I'm not taking responsibility for this. You call Brother Kun later and explain.
Chiang Tin-Yeung was helpless:
Alright, I'll call Ah Kun.
Ah Feng, I've troubled you.
Lin Feng grumbled:
What kind of situation is this!
Chiang Tin-Yeung was mortified!