Hong Kong Movies: I am Hongxing, what the hell is the intelligence king?

Chapter 352 A Good Attitude is Essential When Asking for Favors (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

"Is a 'small-time tycoon' a dish?"

Huang Bingyao found it quite absurd.

Who in Hong Kong would dare to say such a thing?

After all, the tycoon is the richest man in Hong Kong. When faced with kidnappers, throwing out a billion dollars is no different from an ordinary office worker spending a hundred dollars.

Hong Kong, and indeed the Western world, is a domain of the wealthy.

The wealth of a super-rich person alone could kill someone if it were smashed!

“Not only are the moderately wealthy a dish, but even the super-rich are all just a piece of the pie.” Lin Feng laughed heartily.

"Does Lin Sheng have a grudge against the tycoon?" Huang Bingyao was very perceptive. After all, he was known as the "Deadly Scissor Kick" when he was young, and he was a senior detective back then.

Although I've been away from the front lines of criminal investigation for years, these skills have always been second nature to me.

"My eighth son has a grudge against the tycoon. I'm happy when he's in trouble." Lin Feng never hides anything from others.

"Your family's eighth wife? Fang Ting?" Huang Bingyao wondered, "How could she possibly have a grudge against such a wealthy man?"

"Fang Ting's father is Fang Jinxin. Back then, Dafuhao's company went public, and it was he who helped out," Lin Feng said calmly. "But when my father-in-law was robbed, Dafuhao didn't even have a word about it!"

"Tell me, is there some kind of grudge between us?"

A small favor is appreciated, but an excessive one breeds resentment!
"Even the richest man has the same thoughts..." Huang Bingyao shook his head.

In fact, Fang Jinxin helped not only the wealthy man, but also many other people.

However, others might not have the same ability as Ding Xie.

The super-rich are completely different.

Let alone Ding Xie, even all the crabs in the Ding family combined are no match for the tycoon. In any case, it's just a matter of him saying a word.

Unfortunately, the tycoon never appeared.

“The big tycoon never seems to associate with outlaws,” Huang Bingyao pondered. “Zhuo Ziqiang is just a small fry. He kidnapped the small tycoon. If it were us, we would definitely bring Zhuo Ziqiang to justice.”

"The super-rich are different."

"He chose to pay."

"This shows that this guy values ​​his life and doesn't want to provoke desperate criminals."

Lin Feng asked in surprise:

"You have connections with tycoons?"

These words startled Huang Bingyao:
"Mr. Lin is joking. The tycoon is so high and mighty, how could I possibly have any connection with him?"

"Then why are you saying nice things about the tycoon?" Lin Feng said irritably. "Look at all the reasons you're giving. Luckily, I know you. If it were someone else, they would have thought you had some kind of relationship with the tycoon!"

Huang Bingyao was sweating profusely.
"Mr. Lin, please believe me, I really have absolutely no connection with the tycoon."

"I was just acting out of my professional habit."

Lin Feng snorted coldly.
"What do I care what he thinks?"

"When interacting with people, you should always listen to their words and observe their actions. You should not only look at what they say, but also what they do."

"The fact is that when my father-in-law Fang Jinxin was in trouble, the tycoon stood by and did nothing."

"He deserves to die!"

hiss!
Huang Bingyao belatedly realized that the feud between Lin Feng and the tycoon was quite significant.

Although this was a one-sided grudge between Lin Feng and others, he knew all too well the extent of Lin Feng's power.

The wealthy man will probably regret what the other party did back then.

Once Lin Feng unleashes his abilities, the destructive power is simply unimaginable!
"Don't worry, it's not the right time yet. Your people will be fine."

"A dead person is a big deal no matter where they are, let alone a dead policeman."

"The timing isn't right yet; the people behind this won't let anyone die easily."

Huang Bingyao smiled wryly:
"That's true, but he's still one of my police station's employees."

"I'm really worried. I won't be able to put my mind at ease until this matter is resolved."

Lin Feng nodded slightly:

"You're not wrong to think that way; it's always better to be safe than sorry."

"This is the plan the tycoon has—to kill someone at a certain time."

"This will have a huge impact, leveraging public opinion to put pressure on the Governor's Office and the Fog City."

"There may also be pressure being put on their hometowns."

"It's not time yet."

Huang Bingyao immediately became nervous:

Will their plan succeed?

Lin Feng sneered:
They're dreaming!

Huang Bingyao was dumbfounded:

"After all, the Dafuhao family is one of the most prestigious families in Hong Kong, so they do have some influence, right?"

Lin Feng said indifferently:
What kind of influence does it have?

"The tycoon is currently at the military base, and we can't even find him at the governor's mansion."

"The fact that the Grand Fortune Group was able to hold a parade smoothly is because the Dude exercised restraint."

Who can the super-rich influence?

"If he really had influence, would a small-time tycoon abandon the Big Rich Group and head straight to Chongqing with a huge sum of money?"

Huang Bingyao was taken aback:
"A huge sum of money?"

Lin Feng casually said:
"Fifty billion Hong Kong dollars, huh?"

Huang Bingyao was taken aback:
"How can a tycoon spend money like this, yet a lesser-known tycoon still have HK$5 billion in liquid assets?"

Lin Feng shrugged:

"Thinking too much."

"Half of this was provided by Shen Daban."

Huang Bingyao was taken aback:
"Where did Shen Daban get the money?"

Shen Daban is a senior executive at HSBC, which sounds impressive, but he is just a high-level employee and doesn't have much money.

The next moment, Huang Bingyao understood: this was HSBC's money!
"Shen Daban and the tycoon have a really good relationship."

"They even get involved in things like this."

Lin Feng shrugged:

"How did the Dafuhao Group change hands back then? Wasn't it just given away for free?"

“This isn’t the first time he’s done something like this.”

Huang Bingyao's heart skipped a beat:
"Then... is there any hope for the super-rich?"

"What are you thinking?" Lin Feng said bluntly. "Do you think I can let the tycoon leave unscathed?"

"You underestimate me too much!"

Huang Bingyao was in a state of panic.

Good heavens, judging from Lin Feng's words, he doesn't want the tycoon to come out alive.

"I'm a very principled person. I treat others the way they treat me."

"The tycoon is my enemy; I'm happy when he's in trouble."

“I’ll be unhappy if he gets out of prison.”

"For my sake, it's better for him to stay in prison obediently, don't you think?"

What else can Huang Bingyao say?
"What Lin Sheng said is absolutely right."

Lin Feng laughed heartily:

"General Manager Huang, you really are a good friend."

Huang Bingyao reminded:
“Mr. Lin, I know you have a good relationship with your hometown, but Da Fuhao is, after all, the richest man in Hong Kong, and his influence is there. He has a lot of influence in his hometown.”

Lin Feng chuckled coldly:

"The influence of the super-rich in their hometown?"

"What kind of influence?"

"Are you saying he bid for land in his hometown and then hoarded it for thirty years without developing it?"

Huang Bingyao was taken aback:
"Isn't it standard practice for real estate developers to win bids and hoard land?"

"Is there still a problem?"

Lin Feng sneered:
"There are no problems in Hong Kong, but there are big problems in my hometown."

“People in my hometown didn’t know about the tycoon’s character before, but now that they do, his company is on the local blacklist.”

"You want to make money like Hong Kong? Keep dreaming!"

hiss!
Lin Feng didn't say much, but Huang Bingyao already understood that the tycoon's desire to wield power in his hometown was probably no longer possible!
"Won't our hometown put pressure on the Governor's mansion because of this?"

Huang Bingyao wanted to confirm one more thing.

"If their hometown really puts pressure on them, the Governor's Mansion will make a positive statement no matter how much it listens to Wudu."

"Have you heard any rumors yet?"

Huang Bingyao shook his head vigorously:
"No, there's not a whisper of it."

Lin Feng rolled his eyes:
"Wouldn't that solve the problem?"

"Then... what if our hometown hasn't noticed this?" Huang Bingyao thought about it for a while but still felt something was wrong, so he tentatively asked.

"Hong Kong is connected to my hometown. Do you really think my hometown doesn't know about the traffic congestion here in Hong Kong?" Lin Feng said irritably.

"Alright, stop testing me."

“My hometown called me before to inquire about this matter.”

"I told my family everything that had happened."

"Now you can rest assured."

Huang Bingyao was sweating profusely.
"I'm relieved!"

"I feel so relieved!"

He knew that Lin Feng had a close relationship with his hometown, but he had never known it to be this close.

Sweat was dripping down Huang Bingyao's face.

It was both terrifying and fortunate.

Thankfully, I listened to Yuan Haoyun's advice and made that call.

Otherwise, you might offend Lin Feng without even realizing it.

"Don't think too much."

"Now, the people behind both the small and large wealthy groups are single-mindedly trying to climb up to the elite of Chongqing."

"They can't suddenly unleash that killer move now."

Huang Bingyao quickly said, "If you know the time, you must tell me."

Lin Feng readily agreed:
"no problem."

“I am a legitimate businessman, and chaos in Hong Kong will not benefit me.”

Huang Bingyao thought to himself, "You're supposed to be a respectable businessman, aren't you?"
But upon closer reflection, the methods Lin Feng has used recently are indeed those used by legitimate businessmen.

Lin Feng reminded him:
"However, don't put all your hopes on my news."

Huang Bingyao was shocked.

He thought Lin Feng was unwilling to tell him.

"The streets are so chaotic now, even the slightest accident could cause a huge problem." "It's not like accidental discharges haven't happened before."

"In this kind of situation, as long as someone gets emotional, it will turn into a disturbance."

"You should understand."

Huang Bingyao nodded repeatedly:

"You're right!"

The Da Fu Hao Group has started blocking roads these past few days, causing delays for many people going to and from get off work, which has angered many citizens.

Huang Bingyao cannot assume that everyone is rational.

Even the slightest unexpected event can cause irreparable damage.

"I'll remind the guys."

Lin Feng then hung up the phone.

"For a small-time tycoon to try and get close to a powerful nobleman in Chongqing to save a big-time tycoon is just a pipe dream."

"They've already served him on the table."

"But this guy is completely unaware of his own illness."

"If the other party really acts like a spoiled rich kid, then we'll have some fun!"

Lin Feng was eager to see how the young tycoon would perform.

"What? The Grand Duke refuses to see me?"

The young tycoon has absolutely no sense of being served dinner; he's furious.

"What reason?"

The man following the young tycoon was named Zhuang Bai, who was also one of his cousins.

"The Duke is not here. The servants said that the Duke has gone to visit a friend."

The young tycoon said coldly:

"Did you leave him a gift when you first met him?"

Zhuang Bai quickly replied:
"The finest bone china is worth 100,000 pounds. It's the most luxurious item in all of Europe."

"It was handpicked by you, young master."

“In addition, I also prepared 10,000 pounds of black tea for the butler.”

The black tea that Angsa mentioned is actually red tea.

The young tycoon wanted to get angry, but the thought of the much wealthier man stationed at the military base in Hong Kong forced him to hold back.

"Cousin, you've worked hard."

"As long as you save your father, you'll get your share of the benefits."

Zhuang Bai quickly said:
"Young master, you flatter us. Our family owes a great deal to the master."

"When the master is well, our family is well."

The young tycoon sighed:
"Cousin, you should go and rest first. We have to visit a lot of people tomorrow."

Zhuang Bai bowed and took his leave.

The young tycoon gritted his teeth and clenched his fist, veins bulging on his knuckles.

I've spent a lot of money and met quite a few people these past few days, but the problem is, I haven't received a single promise, let alone any help from them.

A small-time tycoon cannot show weakness in front of his servants.

Although Zhuang Bai was his cousin, to be honest, he was also a servant who depended on his family.

Ugh!
The young tycoon sighed heavily, thought for a moment, and then dialed a number in Hong Kong:

"Second brother, how is everything at home?"

The tycoon had two sons; the younger son was the eldest and destined to inherit the tycoon's position.

But the young tycoon's brother is no good-for-nothing.

He was quite enterprising, but due to family rules, he could not inherit the family's power.

"Brother, it's not good!"

The little tycoon's tone was very unpleasant.

"Don't worry!"

"Keep calm in the face of great events," was a saying my father often said.

The young tycoon's heart sank. He had hoped to get comfort from his younger brother, but instead received bad news.

"Take your time, the sky isn't going to fall."

"Big brother, our group's stock keeps falling," the young tycoon said anxiously.

The young tycoon breathed a sigh of relief:
"As soon as our people took to the streets, the entire Hong Kong stock market plummeted; it was all part of the plan."

The young tycoon quickly replied:
"That's not the case. Our group's directors are shorting our own stock."

The young tycoon remained calm:
"fine!"

The young tycoon was stunned:
"Big brother, are you...are you confused? This is something that threatens the very foundation of the group, how can it be considered nothing?"

The young tycoon's voice suddenly turned stern:
"The foundation of the group is the father. As long as the father comes out, there will naturally be no problem."

"Let the stocks fall. As long as Father comes back, he can stabilize morale and the stocks will recover no matter how low they fall."

"If Father doesn't get out, not only will we lose the group's stock, but this family will fall apart!"

"In everything, you must grasp the fundamentals, and the father is the fundamentals!"

The young tycoon fell silent.

However, he was unwilling to give up and said:
"Brother, what you say is true."

"But……"

"We are in a very passive position now."

"These board members are actually hoping our group's stock won't fall..."

The young tycoon sighed deeply, feeling quite troubled.

Why is my younger brother so indifferent?
"If it weren't for my father's situation, and if we encountered a stock market crash like this, I would also have suppressed our stock price."

The young tycoon was dumbfounded and speechless.

"This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to buy back shares."

"If you're interested, you can check the changes in our group's shareholding structure."

"I'm sure that the more aggressive the shareholders are, the more shares they gain."

The young tycoon was furious:
"These guys are actually holding us back at a time like this!"

"They won't get away with this!"

The young tycoon shook his head:

"It's a good thing they're doing this."

The little tycoon didn't quite get it:

"Brother, are you confused? They're taking advantage of our misfortune."

The young tycoon sighed:
"It's really a good thing that they're doing this. We don't have the capacity to buy back shares right now, so it's good that these shareholders are stepping in."

"You don't need to worry about them buying back all the shares."

"There are no fools in the stock market; someone is bound to enter the market."

"This is an appropriate concession."

"We no longer have the funds to protect the Dafuhao Group."

The young tycoon was taken aback upon hearing this:
"Brother, do you mean these shareholders will protect the Dafuhao Group?"

The young tycoon asked:
"You've acquired a large number of shares. If these shares continue to fall, who will suffer?"

The young tycoon suddenly realized:

"Brother, you see things most clearly."

The young tycoon shook his head slightly.

Do you understand?
Do not!
He hadn't understood it before either; if it weren't for Shen Daban's enlightenment, his mindset would definitely be the same as Xiao Fuhao's now.

Ginger is always spicy after all.

Shen Daban foresaw this before it even happened.

You only understand after experiencing it yourself.

This is the power of experience.

The newly rich are increasingly aware of the importance of the super-rich.

If the tycoon were here, he certainly wouldn't be as panicked as his brother.

"You just take care of the family, I'll handle things in Chongqing."

"Remember this: when brothers are of one mind, their strength can break even metal."

The young tycoon was completely convinced.

The young tycoon hung up the phone and immediately called Shen Daban.

"Uncle Shen, I'm sorry to bother you so late."

Shen Daban sighed:
"I'm not young anymore, I can't bear to sleep."

"Just say what you want to say."

The young tycoon respectfully replied:

“Uncle, I have followed your advice and ingratiated myself with the powerful and influential.”

"But it's been three days, and I haven't received a single promise."

Shen Daban countered with a question:

“You took five billion Hong Kong dollars with you when you went to Chongqing.”

How much is left now?

The young tycoon smiled wryly:

"Uncle, I certainly wouldn't dare to spend money recklessly. I still have over 4.9 billion."

“Aside from giving gifts, I didn’t spend much at all.”

Shen Daban sighed heavily:
"No wonder you didn't get a single promise."

The young tycoon was taken aback:
"Uncle, what do you mean by this?"

Ms. Shen said irritably:
"Why do you think I made you carry so much silver?"

"That's for getting things done."

"You're a complete stranger in Chongqing. If you don't use your money, do you expect people to do things for you?"

"Stop dreaming!"

The young tycoon was terrified:
"Please teach me, Uncle."

Shen Daban said calmly:

"If you don't spend all the money you took with you, don't come back."

"Listen, you're not going to beg anyone this time."

"You're going to pay tribute!"

"Since we are going to offer tribute, the more tribute the better."

"If you want to save your father, you'd better spend all this money!"

(End of this chapter)