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

Chapter 407 Chaos! Utter chaos!

Huang Bingyao went completely mad after hanging up the phone.

HSBC is in big trouble!
All the money I've saved up my whole life is there. If I don't withdraw it soon, all my hard work in this life will have been for nothing!

Huang Bingyao was covered in sweat and was about to leave when he suddenly remembered what Lin Feng had said—to inform his brothers.

As the head of the West Kowloon Headquarters, he certainly had some composure.

Huang Bingyao immediately called Chen Xinjian:

"Jian, which bank do the brothers keep their money in?"

Chen Xinjian was taken aback:
"Boss, this is our brothers' privacy, I can't ask."

Huang Bingyao launched into a tirade:

"To hell with their privacy, people are going to die."

"Go and tell the brothers to drop everything they're doing."

"If you have any money in HSBC, go and get it all back!"

Chen Xinjian said in astonishment:

"HSBC is very powerful."

"Boss, the people from Dafuhao Group are still causing trouble. Brothers, put down what you're doing and go to HSBC to withdraw money?"

"This is too..."

"If the political department finds out, we won't be able to explain ourselves."

Huang Bingyao angrily said:

Do you even know what's important?

"How much firewood and water do you brothers get in a month?"

"For just a few thousand dollars, they risked their lives day and night."

"HSBC is in big trouble now. If we don't get our money back quickly, are you going to let the brothers starve?"

"Are you stupid?!"

Chen Xinjian was shocked:
"What? HSBC is in trouble?"

Huang Bingyao was very irritable:

"Do you think the information Lin Sheng gave me could be wrong?"

"Let me tell you the hell, Lin Sheng is a well-known big shot in the underworld, with friends everywhere."

“His friends are all extraordinary people.”

“Each of them is a leader of a hall or a gang.”

"His friends know about it. How many people do you think will know?"

"Tell the brothers to hurry up and get going. If you're late, they'll skin you alive!"

Chen Xinjian was sweating profusely, but he still said:
"But the Political Department..."

Huang Bingyao roared:
"Screw the Political Department."

"The people from the Da Fu Hao Group are just doing things for money, and they don't care what the political department of the Governor's Mansion does to them."

"If you really want to, send someone from the political department to find the young tycoon!"
"If you dare to utter another word, I'll throw you into the political department!"

Chen Xinjian dared not say more and immediately replied:

"Boss, I'll notify the acting manager immediately!"

boom!
Huang Bingyao hung up the phone immediately, then picked it up again:
"Old Lin, this is Old Huang."

"Something happened!"

"Do you have your money in HSBC?"

"Tell your men to withdraw the money from HSBC immediately."

"I've received news of a risk; HSBC is experiencing cash flow problems and may go bankrupt!"

Director Lam of the Hong Kong Island Headquarters was taken aback:
"Sure?"

Huang Bingyao angrily said:

"I'm only letting you know because of our friendship of over twenty years."

"Don't worry about the people from the Big Rich Group anymore. Now that the Little Rich Group has run into trouble, they should all go their separate ways."

"Our brothers' livelihoods are the priority!"

Director Lin is clear-headed:

"Fatty Huang, thanks a lot!"

Huang Bingyao hung up the phone cursing. "What a load of bull, Lao Lin! Thank you if you want, but why are you calling me Fatty?"

Did that fat guy eat your rice?

Huang Bingyao's phone kept ringing.
East Kowloon, New Territories, outlying islands...

The heads of all eighteen regions were notified.

Regardless of whether they were on the same side as him, those police officers were of the same status as him.

After giving the notification, Huang Bingyao sprinted home, grabbed the receipt, and headed straight to the nearest HSBC bank. On the way, he suddenly had an idea and made another phone call.

This call wasn't to anyone else, but to George, a political officer I'd met once before.

“George, I am Wong Ping-yiu of the West Kowloon Headquarters.”

"I've heard that HSBC is in trouble."

"If you have money in HSBC, go and withdraw it now."

"By the way, be sure to inform the brothers in the political department."

Despite his weight, Huang Bingyao is incredibly shrewd and resourceful.

The fact that these officers were absent from their posts to collect the silver is bound to attract the attention of the Political Department.

Huang Bingyao decided to go all the way and directly reported the matter to the Political Department.

He didn't need to wait for the political department to question him; he simply told them the reason.

I don't believe anyone in the Political Department would dare to speak recklessly with their eyes open.

I've already done you a huge favor, and you still have the nerve to cause me trouble?

Besides, all the police officers in Hong Kong go to HSBC to withdraw money, so I don't believe you can fine them all.

George remained silent for a long time before finally speaking:

"General Manager Huang, thank you for informing me."

"You should be on your way to HSBC, right?"

"I have a suggestion for you: don't go to the HSBC branch in the city; go to a bank in the suburbs to withdraw your money."

Huang Bingyao was horrified and exclaimed:

"You knew already?"

George smiled wryly:
"Yes, I just found out recently."

Huang Bingyao's heart skipped a beat, and he tentatively asked:
"I only just found out myself. Where did you get this information from?"

George did not hide anything from him:

"Lin Sheng told me!"

Huang Bingyao gasped.

Good guy!
What a great guy!
Lin Sheng is really capable; he even has connections with George.

No wonder his file was completely blank, unbelievably clean.

His friends are everywhere here, and they do everything for him; he doesn't have to lift a finger.

George sighed:
"I suppose you also got the news from Lin Sheng."

Huang Bingyao decisively admitted:
"Yes, it was Lin Sheng who gave me the message."

"I have just notified the general managers of the other regions."

"Commander George, you can't cause me trouble today."

George said speechlessly:
"I don't want to die yet."

"You need to hurry, not many people know about this right now."

"But things might change in a little while."

Huang Bingyao was taken aback:
"What do you mean?"

George couldn't help but say:

"Lin Sheng's third wife is a reporter at TV station."

This is an exclusive news story!

"How long do you think this kind of thing can be kept secret?"

Huang Bingyao suddenly realized what was happening and thanked him repeatedly.
"Thank you for informing me, Commander George. I'll head to the suburbs right away!"

After hanging up the phone, Huang Bingyao was covered in sweat.

Luckily, I had the foresight to call George.

Otherwise, it will really be troublesome!
We absolutely cannot go to the city; we have to go to the suburbs.

While not many people know about it, perhaps we can still bring it up.

Otherwise, if HSBC were to collapse, that would be a real problem.

HSBC is a long-established capital firm and a behemoth.

Logically speaking, it's practically impossible to make him go bankrupt.

However, Huang Bingyao dared not harbor any illusions when he thought that Lin Feng was the one behind this.

Who is Lin Feng?

A powerful figure who can turn the world upside down with a flick of his wrist.

If he were to target HSBC... it's really hard to say.

Huang Bingyao immediately turned the car around and headed straight for the suburbs. At this moment, he didn't forget his brothers at the police station, and quickly made another call to Chen Xinjian:
"Ah Jian, where are you?"

There was static on the other end of the phone.
"Boss, I'm queuing outside HSBC, and it's unbelievable! It's like the whole of Hong Kong has come out. I'm already queuing for three blocks!"

Huang Bingyao was dumbfounded:

"Then aren't we standing in line in front of another bank?"

Chen Xinjian smiled wryly:

"No, there are queues outside every bank,"

“There were long lines of people in front of every bank.”

"The streets were packed with people."

"I'd love to be at the front of the line, but how could I possibly get there!"

Huang Bingyao quickly said:
"Tell the brothers to head to the suburbs."

"Now, before the news airs, let's hurry to the suburbs and retrieve the silver notes."

"If we go too late, it will be too late!"

Chen Xinjian's eyes lit up:
"Boss, you're the right judge."

After giving the notification, Huang Bingyao hung up the phone and focused on driving.

The journey was smooth. But a chill ran through him.

Something really happened; Lin Sheng wasn't lying to him!

Normally, the roads wouldn't be this empty.

The super-rich will definitely block the road completely.

These people are really dedicated to their work when they get paid.

Huang Bingyao even knew that their wages were paid daily.

But now, where on the streets is there even a single member of the troublemaking Dafuhao Group?
What does this mean?
Their dog food ran out!
If no one is giving money, then naturally no one will cause trouble.

It seems the young tycoon really has been thrown into prison by the people of Chongqing; otherwise, the people from the Dafuhao Group wouldn't have remained completely silent today.

Huang Bingyao couldn't help but sneer inwardly.

When this group of people came out to cause trouble, even the people in the Governor's Mansion didn't dare to say anything, they just ordered the police to maintain traffic.

There wasn't a single word of criticism.

What a load of rubbish, what kind of governor's mansion is this!
Huang Bingyao has seen through it all.

He drove recklessly while thinking about it.

There are no mounted police on the road now. All the officers go to the nearest HSBC branch to work, so there's no need to worry about getting stickers.

He covered a 20-minute journey in just five minutes.

At this moment, Huang Bingyao dared not cherish the car. The sound of tires being scraped rang out, and Huang Bingyao sprang out of the car. His agile movements were definitely not those of a fat man, as if he had returned to his eighteen-year-old self!
Huang Bingyao breathed a sigh of relief as he rushed into the bank branch.

George was right; there weren't many people at the suburban bank.

Once he enters, he can directly join the queue.

I had just withdrawn the money when a group of people suddenly rushed into the bank branch.

Huang Bingyao's heart skipped a beat, and he asked the nearest person:

"What's going on here?"

The man was quite exasperated:
"TV has already broadcast that the young tycoon was involved in insider trading with HSBC and has had 5 billion yuan of his funds frozen."

"Some time ago, HSBC withdrew another seven billion yuan."

"In total, the books show a deficit of HK$12 billion!"

“That’s all our hard-earned money.”

"That damned Shen Daban is inhuman! He actually used our money to sell off some rich kid!"

"That's our hard-earned money!"

"I want to withdraw my money!"

Huang Bingyao was squeezed out!
That's right, it was squeezed out!
There were so many people that there was nowhere to stand inside the bank.

Huang Bingyao was already overweight, and he was standing in the space of two people, which made him look bad and forced him to squeeze out of the way.

Normally, Mr. Wong would have argued with him a bit—after all, he's the head of the West Kowloon Headquarters, how could he lose face like that?
He doesn't dare right now!
Too many people!

Everyone's eyes are red!
If he dares to say anything more, he might get beaten up by the crowd.

He wouldn't do something like that.

Huang Bingyao stood at the bank entrance and saw people rushing towards the bank from all directions.

Soon, he witnessed just how long the queue Chen Xinjian had described actually was.

In less than ten minutes, the line stretched from the lobby all the way to a kilometer away!

Huang Bingyao's lips felt a little dry, and he thought to himself:
Something really happened.

"What's wrong with the tycoons causing trouble in the streets? If this matter can't be quelled, Hong Kong might be in for a major upheaval."

Fortunately, he has retrieved his money.

Huang Bingyao kept a tight face, trying his best to keep his expression completely hidden.

This is not the time for him to show his joy. If he offends someone with a bad temper, he might get ganged up on.

He had withdrawn the money, but seeing such a long line, he was certain that most of the people there would leave disappointed that day.

To generate profits, banks will use depositors' savings for lending.

They earn the difference between low deposit interest rates and high mortgage rates.

Of course, high-end banks also make various investments.

Ultimately, when depositors try to withdraw their money at the same time, the bank simply cannot do so.

Not to mention that HSBC already had HK$12 billion embezzled by Shen Taipan!

That's no small number.

Back in the car, Huang Bingyao felt his heart pounding.

HSBC is probably doomed!
Let alone the shortage of HK$12 billion, even without the shortage, such a run on the bank would severely damage the bank.

Not to mention the huge gaps in it.

Right now, the only thing that can save HSBC is their past connections.

Huang Bingyao drove home, but encountered traffic again on the way.

This time it wasn't just the wealthy taking to the streets to cause trouble; almost everyone in Hong Kong came out.

Its scale is even more enormous than before.

Huang Bingyao was completely dumbfounded!

This is too outrageous!

The car was moving at a snail's pace.

Some people, growing impatient while waiting, couldn't help but honk their horns loudly, which in turn provoked public outrage.

Huang Bingyao watched helplessly as the other party was dragged out of the car and beaten by more than a dozen car owners.

He was too lazy to get out of the car and deal with the matter.

Huang Bingyao understood that these people who took action were truly desperate, on the verge of exploding, and extremely irritable.

The driver who got beaten up was just a target for their venting.

Anyone who tries to break up the fight at this point will get beaten up.

He's not going to suffer like that.

It wasn't that Huang Bingyao couldn't beat those car owners; frankly, those people were just a group of ordinary people.

No matter how capable he is, can he compare to Huang Bingyao?

This is impossible.

But I have no reason to beat the other person up, do I?

Put yourself in their shoes. If you were in that situation, would you be as good-tempered as they are?
Right there in the office, he gave his capable assistant, Chen Xinjian, a thorough dressing-down.

Suddenly, Huang Bingyao sneered.

The governor's mansion doesn't care when wealthy people cause trouble in the streets, but will it care now that things are like this?

Huang Bingyao was unaware that the Governor's Mansion had gone mad.

"Hong Kong is one of the most important sources of revenue for the Angsa headquarters, and it absolutely cannot be allowed to be disrupted!"

"The Chief Secretary for Administration, the Secretary for Justice, and the Financial Secretary are the three giants of the Governor's House."

"I've always valued you all so much, and this is how you repay me?"

"Can anyone tell me what the hell is going on?"

Why would people in Hong Kong abandon their studies and work to rush to HSBC and cause a bank run?

"Who is behind this?"

"Who can answer me!"

The governor's face was flushed, and he waved his walking stick around wildly.

He happened to be caught in a once-in-a-century bank run.

It happened precisely when Onsa was at its weakest and most in need of financial resources.

It's just worse.

The Chief Secretary for Administration and the Secretary for Justice exchanged a glance, then simultaneously looked at the Financial Secretary. The latter secretly rolled his eyes, but still forced a smile and said:

“Shen Daban went too far in this matter.”

The governor angrily said:

"what happened?"

The Financial Secretary thought to himself, "Isn't this the result of your indulgence?"
If you had shown some attitude earlier, would this little tycoon have dared to be so crazy?

But you can't say things like that.

Once you tell the truth, you're bound to get a scolding from yourself.

We can't afford to suffer this loss!
The Financial Secretary smiled wryly:

"The incident started when the less wealthy man wanted to rescue the more wealthy man..."

The governor interrupted him, raising his voice:

"Our Governor's Mansion has done nothing wrong in this matter."

"It is reasonable to detain the wealthy man who dared to attack the Grand Duke of the Empire."

"We were just following the rules, and there was absolutely no violation!"

"We've done something to these small-time millionaires, haven't we?"

The Financial Secretary nodded repeatedly:
"The Governor is right!"

He knew that the governor was making non-stick pans and trying to shirk responsibility.

He was pleased to see this.

No one in the Governor's mansion wanted to get involved in this responsibility.

Originally, the fact that the wealthy man committed a crime and the governor's mansion did not pursue the lesser tycoon's joint liability, and even turned a blind eye to his secret instigation of people to riot in the streets, was already a magnanimous act of leniency.

If someone else dared to do such a thing, do you think the Governor's Mansion wouldn't retaliate fiercely?!

This whole mess was caused by a rich kid who didn't know what was good for him!

Now that the Governor has set the tone, the Financial Secretary naturally has something to say:
"The responsibility for this matter lies with Xiao Fuhao, and then with Shen Daban."

The Financial Secretary was a good friend of Shen Taiban, and he even secretly tipped him off when he heard that the Governor was going to send the ICAC to deal with Shen Taiban.

But given the current situation, how can we possibly manage everything?

The Financial Secretary has already done more than enough by taking the risk of calling Mr. Shen.

Right now, of course I have to take care of myself first!
"It was their underhanded dealings that led to HSBC's cash shortage."

"Furthermore, the young tycoon's misdeeds were exposed, and TV reported the news. Hong Kong citizens are not idiots; they will naturally worry that their money will become one of the 12 billion."

"Panic is inevitable."

The governor said with a gloomy face:

"What do we do now?"

The Financial Secretary immediately said:

"The best course of action now is to have Shen Daban step in to quell public anger."

"No matter what he does—steal, rob, cheat, or borrow—we must quell this matter."

(End of this chapter)