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

Chapter 414: The Challenge!

"Did we do something wrong?"

Cunningham frowned as he looked at today's news.

The person appearing in the news was none other than Lok Wai-Chun.

George wondered:
"General, what did we do wrong?"

Cunningham pointed at Lok Wai-chun and said:
"The reporter is right. We can transfer the money to Standard Chartered Bank or other banks and then withdraw it."

"There's no need to run on HSBC."

George nodded:
"That makes sense, but my suggestion is that we must insist that the other party pay in cash."

Cunningham's eyes widened:
"Is there something wrong with you or me?"

"HSBC clearly has banknotes on the counter, why should we go through all that trouble?"

"And how heavy is that HK$500 million in paper money?"

"We have to drive there to get it!"

"As for it?"

George explained:
"Cash is required!"

Cunningham was taken aback and looked at him suspiciously:
Is there any explanation for this?

George said calmly:
"General, don't forget who's backing these big and small tycoons!"

General Cunningham's expression changed:
"It's Class Boss Shen."

George shook his head slightly:

"To be precise, it's HSBC."

"Without HSBC, how could a small-time tycoon have amassed so much wealth in such a short period of time?"

“Previously, the young tycoon was kidnapped, and the kidnappers wanted old banknotes.”

"The tycoon mobilized all his connections and managed to raise 1.04 billion old banknotes in just three days."

"This kind of thing can only happen once."

"If even the super-rich are like this, what about the moderately wealthy?"

"However, with the support of HSBC, the young tycoon managed to raise HK$12 billion in a short period of time."

"What an enormous sum of money that is!"

"If HSBC doesn't collapse, or rather, if it doesn't change its leadership, can the Duke of Cunningham sleep soundly?"

Cunningham's expression changed instantly:
"George, you're right!"

We need cash!

He gritted his teeth and said,

"Anyway, the money is on the HSBC counter, it can't possibly run away."

"We don't need to worry about them breaking the contract at all."

"Those who offend the Cunningham family will not have a good life."

George nodded repeatedly:

"Yes, that's the truth."

Cunningham reminded him:

"You need to talk to that resourceful intelligence dealer."

George was utterly speechless.

"General, you know how resourceful he is. How could he not know that our intelligence payment has already been transferred?"

Cunningham was taken aback:
"what?"

"He even knows this?"

George smiled wryly:
"I paid an intelligence fee to obtain detailed information."

"We also learned from him that our every move was being watched by them."

Cunningham stood up abruptly:

"impossible!"

"Absolutely impossible, this is top secret!"

George rolled his eyes:
"What's impossible?"

"His information network is exceptionally good; otherwise, would I have contacted him?"

Cunningham gasped:
"It would be terrifying if he knew everything."

Intelligence plays a vital role in war; good intelligence can be more valuable than ten divisions.

Even outside of war, it plays a significant role.

It's like a business war.

The Rothschild family, famous throughout Europe, made their fortune by having an intelligence advantage over others.

Cunningham murmured:

"Such a person can be a friend, but as an opponent... he would be the most unacceptable opponent."

George smiled and said:
"Yes."

"HSBC has just run into such a formidable opponent."

what?
Cunningham's eyes widened once again:

"Such a terrifying figure has actually set his sights on HSBC?"

George shook his head:
"General, you know I'm from the Political Department of the police station."

“The Political Department wields considerable power in Hong Kong. I have access to many files and know many things that others do not.”

Cunningham curled his lip.

"Your line of work makes people want to get close to you, but also want to stay away from you."

George didn't care at all.

That's a euphemism. Like his colleague in Aamir, that guy who was supposedly gay, who even dared to control the president of Aamir.

Cunningham asked:
"Does our intelligence friend have a grudge against HSBC?"

George shrugged:

"It's not that he has a grudge against HSBC, it's that he has a grudge against the super-rich."

"His eighth concubine's father had a favor to a very wealthy man before his death."

"That person is truly worthy of respect."

"However, when that person suffered misfortune, the wealthy man did nothing to help."

"This led to the death of that important person."

"Our intelligence friend held a grudge."

Cunningham sneered:

"It seems that the favor they did was too great; they can't repay it."

George nodded slightly:

"Yes."

"The company of the tycoon wanted to go public, but our people wouldn't allow it."

"It was that person who lent him a hand."

"Now that the tycoon has become a prominent figure in Hong Kong, he naturally has to repay the favors he received back then."

"It's a pity he remained unmoved."

“Even if he had said something back then, Fang Jinxin wouldn’t have died.”

Cunningham frowned and said:

"Fang Jinxin? I feel like I've heard that name somewhere before."

George reminded him:
"Was it in the newspaper?"

Cunningham nodded immediately:
"Correct!"

"A while ago, a guy named Chen Wanxian was arrested, and the newspapers also introduced his life story."

"Chen Wanxian rarely suffers a defeat in the stock market."

"The only two opponents are Fang Jinxin and Ye Tian."

"It turned out to be him."

George claps his hands:
"That's right, one of our friend's fathers-in-law is Fang Jinxin."

"As descendants, it is only natural to avenge our ancestors."

Cunningham shrugged:

"That tycoon really knows how to cause trouble. Of all people to mess with, he had to mess with someone who's well-informed."

"It's a good thing this guy doesn't know what we're thinking. If he could know what we're thinking, I'd definitely avoid him from now on."

"too frightening!"

George opened his mouth as if to say something, but held back.

Cunningham would never have known that the intelligence dealer was also a successful businessman and the de facto leader of Hong Kong's largest triad.

Otherwise, he would never have been so relaxed.

George knew why Cunningham was wary of Lin Feng. To be honest, who wouldn't be wary?
As a high-ranking agent, George naturally had studied psychology.

In fact, as the top intelligence agency in various countries, many disciplines were established within the Ansar intelligence agency.

There's a saying in psychology: if you can see through a person's thoughts, you can control that person's life.

However, if you delve deeper, knowing someone's actions can also give you control over that person's life.

George was worried once again:
"I must stop this fan-gathering thing as soon as possible; I absolutely cannot let it drag on any longer."

"Lin Sheng especially hates heroin."

"If he's in a bad mood one day, I might even lose my life."

The garrison base was not small, and there were many Anssa soldiers around it.

George was also a senior agent of the Onsa Military Intelligence Bureau and served as the head of the police station's political department.

However, he did not feel that these things could provide him with much protection.

Faced with Lin Feng's terrifying intelligence capabilities, all of these were as fragile as paper.

He can kill whoever he wants.

George didn't have specific details about Lin Feng's crimes, but he could easily deduce how terrifying Lin Feng's execution capabilities would be once they were unleashed.

George was right; once Lin Feng set his sights on someone, that person would definitely not be able to escape.

Just like Mrs. Ma.

Bu Tonglin called:

"Brother Feng, I've already taken care of that woman."

Lin Feng was utterly speechless:

"Weren't you traveling with Xiaohe?"

"Taking Xiaohe to do bad things?"

Bu Tonglin called it a channel:

"How is that possible?"

"I did this while keeping it from Xiaohe."

Lin Feng frowned slightly:

Are you injured?

Bu Tonglin said with a grin:
"That little Japanese devil is skilled with a knife, but thankfully, I'm much better than her."

Lin Feng asked:

"Have you cleaned up the mess?"

Bu Tonglin said earnestly:

“Brother Feng, have you forgotten? I’m a former assassin. Although I can’t clean up as thoroughly as a real cleaner, with the capabilities of the Okamoto Metropolitan Police Department, they won’t be able to trace me back to me.”

Lin Feng was finally relieved:

"That's good!" Bu Tonglin smiled.

"Don't worry, Brother Feng, I'm fine here."

Lin Feng instructed:
"You don't need to worry about this. Go and be with Xiaohe."

Bu Tonglin said with a silly grin:
"I'm with Xiaohe, and she's having a great time."

Lin Feng casually asked:
"Have you done what you were supposed to do?"

Butonglin asked in bewilderment:

"What are the things that need to be done?"

Lin Feng was shocked:

"I'm paying for you to go on a trip together, and it's not for any other reason."

"That's for you to hit a home run!"

"You're telling me you haven't applied yet?"

Butonglin argued:

"I like her, and she likes me too. I can feel it."

Lin Feng spat:
"Silly boy, the fastest way to win a woman's heart is to sleep with her."

"If you can't win her over during the trip, I'll personally take you on when you get back."

Bu Tonglin was dumbfounded.

After hanging up the phone, Lin Feng shook his head and chuckled.
"This silly boy, an assassin at that, is so innocent."

He had just tossed the phone to Li Fu when it rang.

The latter took the phone, then handed it back, his expression quite subtle.

"Brother Feng, it's HSBC on the phone."

Lin Feng nodded slightly:

"It's about time!"

After picking up the phone, Lin Feng asked:
"I am Lin Feng, who are you?"

An elderly man's voice came through the phone:
"Lin Sheng, this is Brown."

"I am now acting as the president of HSBC."

Lin Feng feigned surprise and said:
"Brown? Has HSBC changed its leadership?"

Where is Shen Daban?

"Is this how HSBC operates?"

"When the big boss causes trouble, the little guy is always made to take the blame?"

"What does it mean?"

Brown remained silent for a while, then tried to explain.
“Mr. Lin, you may have misunderstood. Putting aside my position at HSBC, I am far more distinguished than Ms. Shen.”

Lin Feng disagreed:

"However, the CEO of HSBC is Shen Daban, not you."

Brown quickly changed the subject:

"Mr. Lin, I think you might have some misunderstanding with HSBC?"

"HSBC has banknotes on the counter, but not enough cash."

"Can you stop the bank run?"

Lin Feng smiled and said:
"No, no, no, I have no misunderstanding with HSBC."

"Since you got my phone number, you must have thoroughly investigated me, right?"

Brown sighed:

"If it weren't for the investigation, I would never have imagined that Hong Kong would produce another respectable figure."

Lin Feng's file is very simple and his record is very clean.

It's easy to find.

However, upon seeing the file, Brown immediately slammed it in the reporter's face and demanded that they review it again.

He didn't want this kind of flimsy, worthless file.

Brown wanted a complete report on Lin Feng's assets.

Time was tight and the task was heavy, but HSBC lived up to its reputation.

Even when banks across Hong Kong were blocked by people, the investigation was still able to be completed smoothly.

That's right, HSBC was blocked at its entrance again today.

Last night they mobilized many connections and collected cash on a large scale.

However, they managed to collect five billion Hong Kong dollars.

Faced with a massive withdrawal frenzy involving millions, it simply wasn't enough.

This HK$5 billion does not include the portion allocated to Cunningham and the Hong Kong government.

He used various means to share the burden of the Hong Kong government's expenses.

The Financial Secretary also showed his shrewdness; he absolutely refused to accept any bank transfers, insisting on cash.

After all, HSBC promised him a significantly higher interest rate, which the Financial Secretary could not refuse.

Brown had a terrible headache.

After much thought, to curb the run on banks, it is necessary to find the right approach.

Clearly, this approach is about ordinary citizens.

Thus, Hung Hing's Lam Fung came into his view.

They initially thought he was just an ordinary triad boss, but upon closer inspection, they were shocked to discover that he had a huge account at HSBC.

Those silver notes amounted to a total of five billion.

This is definitely not the kind of asset that an ordinary gang leader should have.

That's why Brown refused to accept the file—it was clearly a hoax.

Finally, in the afternoon, Brown received the file he wanted.

Upon seeing this, I couldn't help but gasp.

Angel investors.

The owner of all patents.

It has a vast industrial base around the world.

Even back in his hometown, he owns an extremely large industrial cluster.

Most importantly, the other person is only twenty years old this year!

Brown nearly went crazy.

Such people are naturally destined to be HSBC's valued customers.

How did they become my rivals?
The only downside was that he had eight wives.

But that's normal. If one didn't have extraordinary energy, one wouldn't have achieved so much at this age.

Besides, this is Hong Kong, where polygamy was only recently abolished.

There are still many people in the general public who advocate polygamy.

"Since you know my file, you should also know my wife's background."

"My wife, Fang Ting, has a mortal enemy with the tycoon."

"What business is it of yours that the wealthy man is imprisoned for attacking Grand Duke Andrei?"

"Why not just sit back and watch the tycoons get their trial?"

"Does he really have to go himself?"

Lin Feng's wife, Fang Ting?
Brown quickly grabbed the file and checked it against the others, counting down the names one by one until he finally found Fang Ting's name at the very end.

However, the only information about Fang Ting is that she used to be a financial reporter.

Brown is so angry!
How are your subordinates doing their jobs?
How come they couldn't even find the most important thing?

Brown quickly said:
"Mr. Lin, is there some misunderstanding regarding your wife?"

"Your lady is very young and has no connection with the wealthy man..."

Lin Feng mocked:
"It seems your intelligence is inadequate."

“My wife’s father is Fang Jinxin. He helped Dafuhao’s company when it couldn’t go public.”

"The tycoon made a promise that he would help Fang Jinxin whenever he needed it."

"I don't need to tell you about Fang Jinxin's ordeal, do I?"

"You're saying this is a misunderstanding, given how deep-seated hatred you have?"

Brown's heart skipped a beat; he knew something was wrong!

To everyone's surprise, Fang Ting's father was actually Fang Jinxin, the stock market genius!
How could such a wealthy person not lend a helping hand when someone is in trouble?

It's absolutely hateful!

Brown actually knew why the tycoon hadn't lent a hand; it was simply because a great favor had turned into enmity.

By then, the tycoon had grown into a prominent figure in Hong Kong. How could he repay the favors he had received in the past?
I simply ignored it.

Given the Fang family's situation at the time, what difference would it make if they didn't repay the favor?

But to everyone's surprise, the Fang family's children were useless and incapable of seeking justice for him. However, the other party had a wonderful son-in-law!
Now, justice has been served.

Brown gave a wry smile:

"I'm sorry, Mr. Lin, I'm not aware of this situation."

"I really shouldn't have commented."

Lin Feng didn't take it seriously:

"It doesn't matter, I'm seeking justice right now anyway."

"One more HSBC member won't make a difference, and one less HSBC member won't make a difference either. It's no big deal."

Brown frowned and said:
"Mr. Lin, HSBC hasn't done anything to offend you, has it?"

Lin Feng said without any politeness:
"Didn't you provoke me?"

"Isn't Shen Daban providing 12 billion in cash to the young tycoon to go against me?"

"Or do you think it's only natural for Mrs. Shen to side with the young tycoon?"

Brown sighed:
"That was done when Ms. Shen was still alive. Now that Ms. Shen is gone, does that mean this matter should be wiped clean?"

"I can assure you that HSBC will absolutely not hold you accountable for this behavior."

Lin Feng mocked:
"Shen Daban is not here?"

"Has HSBC issued a formal announcement?"

"Has the police station issued a confirmation?"

"Who knows if you're using a feigned retreat as a tactic to advance?"

Is she really so stubborn?

Brown said seriously:
“Mr. Lin, you should know that we have money at the HSBC counter. This wave of bank runs will pass sooner or later.”

"If you call on the members of the gang to stop the run on us, I will decide to let bygones be bygones."

"Otherwise, once HSBC recovers, you'll be in for a world of hurt."

Lin Feng asked in surprise:
Are you threatening me?

Brown's lips curled slightly, and he said in a deliberately nonchalant tone.

"I'm just stating a fact."

Lin Feng mocked:
"You still haven't looked at my file carefully, otherwise you would never dare to speak to me in this tone."

Brown was startled.

"I lost my mother when I was seven years old and started following Brother Kun in the underworld. I know how many battles, big and small, I've been through."

"Do you think I'm easily scared?"

"Listen up, you foreigner, don't hold back now. Whoever admits defeat first is a pig!"

(End of this chapter)