Hong Kong Island: From a small stall to a global supplier

At night, the lights were all on in the Li family villa, but the whole villa felt deserted. The original Filipino maid had long been dismissed.

It was late at night, and the reporters outside had long gone home. Even Sheng Yizai, who had been intimidating people here all this time, had left sometime during the night.

Mr. Jing sat alone in the hall, silently smoking, looking very haggard, while his brother-in-law was upstairs, happily drinking and watching videos.

Everything was fine until the son-in-law died, leaving behind a large fortune that his daughter inherited. Although the shares would definitely have to be sold, the money in hand was better than anything else.

I never imagined my son would do something like this!
He's not stupid. His daughter was fine before his son came home, but she collapsed shortly after dinner. Instead of calling an ambulance, they stopped him from getting one, and he ended up dying on the way.

But he was still his son!
The daughter is already dead, and the dead cannot be brought back to life. I imagine she wouldn't want to see her brother die with her, or watch her elderly parents once again outlive their child.

That's how I comforted myself.

A van pulled up and stopped at the gate. As soon as the door opened, Big Cat, wearing a bandit hat, quickly climbed up the large iron gate, jumped inside, and pulled the bolt from the inside. The three of them rushed inside.

The clanging of the large iron gate outside naturally alerted Mr. Jing, who was on night watch. He looked up and vaguely saw several people running towards the gate.

"Who's there!" Father Jing called out warily.

Without even looking, Big Cat and his friends swung their baseball bats toward the window.

"Snap!" "Splash!"

"What are you doing? This is a private residence! I'm calling the police!" Seeing that things were going badly, Mr. Jing shouted and lunged at the phone.

The big cat glanced at the glass on the wall twice, crouched down and stepped over, then swung the baseball bat at Jing's father.

"Ah—" The baseball bat hit him on the head, and Jing's father cried out in pain and fell to the ground. Big Cat went over and stepped on him, then grabbed the telephone cord and ripped it off.

Behind them, one person searched on the first floor, while another went up to the second floor.

Soon, another scream rang out, then stopped abruptly. The two dragged the brother-in-law, who was still numb from the electric shock, down the stairs, their heads clattering against the steps.

"What are you trying to do!" Seeing his son covered in blood from his kowtows but still unconscious, Jing's father struggled frantically. "I know who you are. You just want the shares, right? We'll sell them to you, but please let my son go."

"You shameless old bastard! Big Brother has already been more than generous with his offer, and you still conspired with outsiders to kill your own daughter for money! You old beast!" Big Cat stomped on Jing's father's face several times. "If you don't hand over the shares obediently, I'll make sure you have no descendants!"

"Let's go!" Big Cat called out, and the group dragged the brother-in-law away into the night.

……

"Officer Xi, why are you making a phone call this time? With such strong suspicion, shouldn't you just come to my door and arrest me?" Wang Yaotang teased, holding the phone.

His outburst a few days ago put the police in an awkward position, and his recent high-profile interviews and media hype have left the Fang family in a very embarrassing situation. This has made everyone realize that he is indeed difficult to deal with, and their attitudes have naturally changed.

The principle of allocating resources based on who makes the most noise will never change.

"It's not impossible for Brother Yao to sit in the detention room at headquarters," Xi Zicheng chuckled.

“The invitation wasn’t warm enough, so I’ll refuse.” Wang Yaotang scoffed. “What does it matter to the Hong Kong police what the Filipinos do? Why does it need Sir Xi to personally intervene?”

"There was no other way. My son was kidnapped by someone breaking into my home late at night, so of course I would call the police."

“You call the police and then you take care of it? There are so many problems that Hong Kong Island residents call the police, have you solved them all? You’re so proactive with outsiders,” Wang Yaotang complained.

"Stop talking nonsense and release them immediately," Xi Zicheng said in a deep voice.

“Hey, even the police can’t just accuse people like that. Be careful, or I’ll sue you for defamation!” Wang Yaotang said. “Have you gone mad from being a cop? You can’t even solve such a simple problem. Just file a report, suspecting that this kidnapping case is related to Madam Jing’s death, and request an autopsy on Madam Jing’s body to determine the direction of the investigation. Let’s see what that old beast has to say.”

Xi Zicheng gave a soft "Eh," and said, "No wonder he's known in the underworld as Brother Yao the Little God of Wealth. He's really quick-witted. This is definitely a direction for investigation. That's all for now, thanks."

After hanging up the phone, Xi Zicheng shook his head and smiled. This case had become a quagmire. The Fang family, Wang Yaotang, and the kidnappers were all people to be trifled with. The key issue was that no one wanted the police to get involved.

The situation is now very clear: the Fang family is unwilling to accept defeat and instigated the brother-in-law to kill his sister. Wang Yaotang retaliated by kidnapping the brother-in-law and forcing Jing's father to agree.

With both sides locked in a legal battle, it would be a waste of the police's time and effort to intervene.

Now, all we have to do is throw out the sign that we're investigating 'Madam Jing's' death, and Mr. Jing will have no choice but to call the police. You can fight however you want, but don't drag outsiders into it!
After dealing with the police, Wang Yaotang went to Shenzhen to ask Director Shi for help in finding Li Zhihui's family in mainland China. With his support, it wouldn't be a problem for someone of the same clan and surname to obtain guardianship. After transferring the shares, he planned to send his two little brats to the mainland to receive Party education!
……

Fang family.

The driver kept glancing in the rearview mirror. After leaving his house, the car had been following him. He deliberately accelerated and decelerated a few times to test it, and once he was sure that those people were the ones following him, he immediately informed Councilor Fang.

"Go to the nearest police station." Councilor Fang turned his head and glanced at the police station, feeling a little uneasy.

He didn't think that the title of 'non-official member of parliament' would deter anyone from killing him, after all, his father was even more famous, yet he was still assassinated by Chiang Kai-shek's men.

Therefore, after the conflict between Fang Mansheng and Wang Yaotang, he felt very irritable. Who knew if those brainless gangsters would do something outrageous?

However, Fang Mansheng was his nephew, and there were some things he couldn't control.

Upon arriving at the police station, the non-official legislator's airs immediately drew attention, and more than twenty police officers rushed out and surrounded the cars outside.

The underling who was following them took out his ID card and handed it over, saying in a nonchalant tone, "Someone's messed with you officers, huh? Why are you jumping out like that?"

"Take him back for investigation." The inspector in charge waved his hand with a stern face.

"Investigate your mother's ass! What's the reason? Bullying an honest person, huh? I'm going to call my lawyer." The supervising inspector ignored them completely and simply took the man back. As they went inside, the two Sheng Yi guys gave Councilor Fang's car the middle finger.

Seeing this, the police officer in charge shoved Sheng Yizi hard, "Behave yourself."

"Fuck your mother, are you even qualified to get involved in this?!" Sheng Yi swung his arm violently. "I advise you to mind your own business."

On the third floor, in the police chief's office, Councilor Fang was chatting with the chief when there was a knock on the door. The secretary pushed the door open and said with a strange expression, "Chief, Councilor Fang, I've found out."

"Oh, who is it?" the director asked in a deep voice.

"They said they were sent by Wang Yaotang."

"What?! How dare he be so audacious and utterly depraved! He actually dared to have someone follow Councilor Fang!" The director exclaimed in shock.

"Ahem, Director, they said that their boss clearly referred to the Zhao family in the media, but some malicious people used this to implicate Councilor Fang. Wang Yaotang is very angry about this. He believes that someone will take this opportunity to 'assassinate' Councilor Fang or his family. If something happens, the police will suspect that it was Wang Yaotang who did it. Therefore, in order to avoid such a thing from happening and to catch the malicious people behind the scenes, he has decided to send people to protect Councilor Fang and his family free of charge 24 hours a day."

"Uh..." The director blinked, unsure of what to say.

Turning my head, I saw that Councilor Fang's expression was equally interesting.

God the hell you're worried about people with bad intentions? The whole of Hong Kong knows that it's you, Wong Yiu-tong, who has bad intentions!
If anyone is plotting against the Fang family, it must be you, surnamed Wang.

However, that's how many things are; when they're laid bare, they become harder to handle.

"Congressman Fang, have they harassed you and your family?" the director asked.

Representative Fang took a deep breath. "Isn't this kind of stalking harassment?"

"Ahem, in theory, the line between protection and stalking is a bit blurry. If they don't stop you from doing anything or approach you to talk, and they just barge into a private place, it's hard to define it as stalking or harassment. After all, anyone can go to a public place." The director suppressed a laugh, trying to keep himself serious.

Councilor Fang really wanted to question him: "If he keeps following me around like this, how am I supposed to go to high-end leisure places, how am I supposed to meet business tycoons, how am I supposed to... right?"

Even if everyone knows it, making these things public can still have a negative impact.

If you can't do anything shady, then you don't need to do anything at all.

Does he think he's serving the citizens by becoming a 'non-official councilor'?
"Isn't there any other way?" Councilor Fang asked, unwilling to give up.

“Unless the Fang family or the police publicly declare that even if they were assassinated, it has nothing to do with Wang Yaotang and they explicitly refuse his protection, the police have no reason to intervene.”

"Isn't it enough to just state that you refuse protection?"

“Wang Yaotang’s motivation was to prevent the police from suspecting him if something happened to your family. This was spontaneous, without any economic interest, and there was no reason to refuse.”

"What about accusing him of attempting to steal government secrets, or espionage?"

“This…” the director shrugged. “Unless they broke into a classified unit, there’s not enough reason.”

The director waved for his secretary to leave before speaking softly, "I might as well be frank. We can arrest people directly without any problem, but Wang Yaotang has thousands of men under his command. He's determined to have them followed. We can't arrest them all; that would cause too much of a stir. I suggest that both of you settle things privately."

The police force isn't run by the Fang family after all. Every time they try to use their connections, they're just wasting the reputation of the 'non-official councilors.' It's not worth it to waste it on a bunch of ant-like scoundrels.

Thinking of this, Councilor Fang took a deep breath to suppress his agitation. "Thank you, I will consider it. I'm troubling Superintendent Sun this time."

"It's nothing, it's just my duty." Chief Sun smiled and shook hands with the other person, escorting him all the way to the police station entrance.

Watching the car drive away, and then seeing another car brazenly follow it, Superintendent Sun shook his head. "Of all people to mess with, why did I have to get involved with this trouble?"

They hadn't driven far when the driver frowned again. "Mr. Fang, it looks like someone is following us again."

"I know, just ignore them." Councilor Fang frowned, his mind pounding with frustration.

One of his grievances was that the man surnamed Wang didn't know how to appreciate kindness.

Second, he was furious that his nephew ignored his words and even instigated murder!
In other places, they would just arrest him directly, but in Hong Kong, you can't just arrest someone as well-known as Wang Yaotang!

How can I save face?

……

On Jueshi Road, a row of cars is waiting at a traffic light.

As the green light turned on, cars drove off one by one. Suddenly, a Toyota accelerated sharply and rammed into the side door of the Mercedes-Benz, which was diagonally in front of it. With a loud bang, the driver floored the accelerator, pushing the Mercedes-Benz forward and causing it to spin in the road. The rear of the car then slammed against the guardrail of the sidewalk with a loud crash.

The sudden car accident startled the vehicles behind, causing them to brake suddenly. Since this was an intersection, they couldn't afford to block the road, so they all drove around it.

Inside the Toyota, the driver unbuckled his seatbelt and got out. He walked to the Mercedes and knocked on the broken glass on the door. "Zhong Zhuozheng, how are you feeling?"

Zhong Zhuozheng had a gash on his head, and blood was blurring half of his vision. He was dizzy when he heard someone calling his name, and he slowly turned his head.

The driver/bodyguard in front was wearing a seatbelt and was fine for the moment. He opened the car door, grabbed the man's arm, and pressed him into the car.

The man didn't resist, letting the driver hold him down, and said in a sinister tone, "My older brother sends his greetings."

One sentence, and Zhong Zhuozheng's mind went blank for a moment, instantly snapping him back to reality, "You, you..." (End of this chapter)