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

Waking up in the large bed at the InterContinental Hotel, Wang Yaotang stared at the ceiling, recalling the madness of the previous night, his hand unconsciously stroking Chung Chu-hung's smooth back.

Poor people can never imagine how proactive their goddesses can be in front of men.

Chung Chor-hung woke up groggily, snuggled into Wang Yaotang's arms, and went back to sleep. She was really tired. Young people are healthy, but they drive too roughly, sometimes slamming on the gas pedal, causing the engine to roar and spray oil. She drove four laps on the road in one night, and the engine overheated and almost broke down.

Holding Wang Yaotang in his arms, he subconsciously gripped the gearbox lever while playing games. The gearbox was still dry, and the lever was still straight and hard even in the early morning.

Beast!
Wang Yaotang threw off the covers and went to the bathroom to clear out his inventory of natural things. He then swayed back into bed, called the restaurant to have lunch delivered on time, turned over, hugged Chung Chu-hung, and went back to sleep.

I slept for another hour or so when there was a knock on the door. "Boss, the food delivery is here."

"Oh, I see."

The security guard outside handed over a hundred dollars as a tip, refusing to let the waiter in. Another person took the tray in directly, and then the food cart was thrown into the corridor.

A dozen minutes later, Wang Yaotang led a tired-looking Chung Chuh-hung out. After eating half a meal to replenish the energy consumed from the previous night's hard work, Wang Yaotang began to savor his food. He picked up a glass of milk, drank half of it, and then put it down. "Chung, do you have any work commitments in the next few days?"

"I think so. I don't know. I was introduced by Damian Lau. All the announcements are decided by the company." Chung Chu-hung tucked her hair behind her ear, pretending to be casual, but her eyes were always on Wang Yao-tang, hoping to hear something.

Do you know Guan Weiping?

"Yes, I know, Teresa Teng's manager."

"Go find him, he will make arrangements for you. Liu Rensong will provide compensation, and you will have a dedicated agent to take care of you. If you need, you will have a dedicated assistant to serve you. All of this will be paid for by the company, so you don't need to worry."

"Huh? You're the boss behind that agency?" Chung Chu-hung's face was full of surprise.

"No, I'm just a minor shareholder. I don't care about the income from artist management. I'm just providing you with a platform for convenience," Wang Yaotang said with a smile.

"Us?" Chung Chu-hung blinked. She didn't expect to be able to control Wang Yaotang, but... wait, "Could it be Teresa Teng?"

"Yes, she's progressing much faster than you are; she's already more than three months pregnant."

Chung Chor-hung stared blankly, her mouth agape.

Wang Yaotang stroked Chung Chu-hung's hair, "My woman, film contracts and announcements will come flooding in. How famous you become depends on your luck. Money, fame, and status are within your grasp, and trouble won't bother you. Of course, if you don't want to be a star anymore, that's fine too. You can go into business, or be a rich housewife and grow flowers and plants every day. You won't lack money."

“Hong Kong law has changed. I can give you a wedding and a title, but I can’t give you that piece of paper. I will acknowledge the children you have and I will not mistreat them, but my woman is not so easy to be. There is no chance of breaking up. You’d better think it over.”

Tell me when you have the answer.

Without saying anything more, Chung Chu-hung stared blankly at the things on the table, her mind a jumbled mess. By the time she came to her senses, Wang Yaotang was already gone.

"What should I do?" Chung Chu-hung asked, looking at the man in the black suit sitting on a chair near the door.

“Ms. Zhong, this suite is booked by the boss long-term. You can stay here indefinitely. If you need anything, just call the front desk and someone will arrange it. Of course, if you want to go out, that's fine too. The boss has already prepared a car for you. My name is Meng Yuanzhi. The boss has assigned me to drive for you and protect your safety until you make a decision.”

"Huh? Me?" Chung Chu-hung covered her forehead, momentarily stunned.

Having debuted for two and a half years, she has only filmed two dramas, "The Deadly Gold in the Cold Mountain" and "The Story of Hu Yue". As a newcomer, her salary is very low. She did not receive any appearance fee for last night's gala. The program was secured for her by Damian Lau and Chow Yun-fat. She was lucky that she didn't have to pay for a spot in the chorus.

Overnight, he was riding in luxury cars, eating at Fulinmen restaurants, and staying in five-star hotel suites. Now he's even working as a driver and chauffeur...

simply

So he got involved with the car and the driver?
She needed to find Guan Weiping and Liu Rensong; she had many things to do and couldn't stay in the hotel, even though she still felt pain down there.

After washing up, she suddenly noticed that there were many more people in the lobby. Three women in business attire bowed respectfully and called out in unison, "Miss Zhong."

“Them…?” Chung Chu-hung was somewhat stunned.

"We're from the Dior boutique, here especially to serve you, Ms. Zhong." The female assistant manager of the hotel's housekeeping department smiled and pointed to the three large coat racks next to her, which were filled with this year's latest clothing.

Chung Chor-hung covered her mouth, her face flushed with excitement.

Two and a half years ago, she was a country bumpkin who had never worn high heels before, and she had never seen anything like this before.

With the help of a group of people, I picked out two outfits. When I went downstairs to the hotel entrance, I saw a waiter open the door of a BMW 733i.

She had only seen someone drive this car on set before; it's the latest BMW model, with a 3.2L six-cylinder engine, ABS, and a price of HK$48.

Is this the car prepared for me?

Is this the world of the rich?

Meng Yuanzhi was driving, and Zhong Chuhong was sitting in the back, looking somewhat dazed. The changes that had occurred overnight were far beyond her 'poor' imagination, and the impact on her was too great, directly shattering her psychological defenses.

Even the most popular actress right now, Sylvia Chang, only earns 80 yuan per film. After deducting the agency's share and taxes, how many movies and how many commercials would she need to make to have the opportunity to enjoy such a lifestyle?

How many years will it take me to become the most popular one?
Just thinking about it makes one feel hopeless.

"I agree to be Yao-ge's woman." The words just slipped out.

“Ms. Zhong, you don’t need to rush into a decision,” Meng Yuanzhi reminded her.

“No, I won’t regret it.” After saying that, Chung Chu-hung became even more determined. She didn’t believe she could live that kind of life on her own.

Isn't the whole point of participating in the Miss Hong Kong pageant to take shortcuts through beauty? Now, the opportunity to rise to the top is right in front of you. If you miss it, you might live with regret for the rest of your life.

"Okay, Ms. Zhong, I will inform the boss as soon as possible."

In short, Chung Chor-hung relaxed completely, looking at the spacious car and luxurious decorations, and began to enjoy herself in peace.

Let go of your inhibitions, and life will instantly become more beautiful.

Looking at the busy pedestrians outside the car window, we're no longer on the same level...

……

"Hi, Wang, Happy New Year." Cabel smiled and opened his arms for a hug.

"Happy New Year," Wang Yaotang said with a smile.

Sitting down again, Kabel said, "I like Chinese New Year because it's a three-day holiday, plus the weekend, making it a full five days. I've already bought tickets to Switzerland for tomorrow; my whole family is going skiing in the Alps."

"It's really great to be a civil servant. You can enjoy holidays. Unlike me, no one can give me holidays. Thousands of people depend on me for their livelihood. There are always endless things to do every day. I work 10 hours a day, 24 hours a day. After deducting eating, sleeping, and a little personal time, it's still a lot of work. Damn it," Wang Yaotang complained.

"Hahaha, this is the trouble of the rich. Even if you are the President of the United States, you can't expect money to just fall from the sky like snowflakes without doing anything. You always have to do something." Cabel slapped his thigh and laughed heartily.

"Of course, if you're not afraid that professional managers will completely drain your savings within a few years, you can enjoy life now."

“I’m not worried about that at all right now,” Wang Yaotang laughed instead. “If anyone dares to do that, I’ll send their whole family on the express train to heaven the very next day.”

Uh… Kabel paused, suddenly remembering that this guy had made his fortune through shady means, and that he had brought him the news of 'legalizing armed forces'.

“Alright, my partner has the means to protect his wealth, which is good news for me. I don’t have to worry about you suddenly going bankrupt one day.” Cabel quickly adjusted his mood, picked up a document next to him and pushed it over, “The police department has already drafted the documents, and the rest is up to you to handle with the Public Works Bureau.”

"Haha, thank you." Wang Yaotang laughed as he put the things away. "This is Hong Kong, a colony. It won't endanger the national security of the British mainland. This won't arouse the patriotism of the Public Works Bureau management. Aren't the pounds in my hand pounds too?"

"What do you think? Besides, I can also exchange it for gold, which is hard to track."

“Okay, you’re right.” Cabel shrugged.

The last thing before the New Year was settled, but the busier the holiday, the busier the clothing retail and entertainment venues became. His subordinates hadn't yet raised enough money to buy the venues, so Wang Yaotang still had to worry about it.

On New Year's Eve, Wang Yaotang brought Teresa Teng home. Guan Jiahui's expression was not very pleasant, and Wang Yaotang could only pretend not to notice, making the atmosphere slightly awkward.

The houses in Kowloon Tong are indeed too small.

We'll move! We'll move to a new house after the New Year!
……

On the fifth working day after the Lunar New Year holiday, the busy period finally came to an end. Wang Yaotang was planning to go look at houses when the four-eyed guy came to his door. "Do you still need to deal with the stone quarries in Shek O and Lamma Island? The people below reported that they seem to be planning to run away?"

"So easily flustered?" Wang Yaotang's face was full of surprise. "They are all senior executives of a company with an output value of hundreds of millions, managing thousands of employees. How can they be so easily flustered?"

“Uh…” the four-eyed guy pursed his lips, “Go ask them, how would I know?”

“Alright, invite some people over. Let’s have tea on the boat tonight.” Wang Yaotang shook his head. “I think I should get a different boat. That old wreck is full of fishy smells. Every time I come back from that trip, I have to take a big bath.”

"Of course, it's no problem if you have money, the problem is you don't have any!" the four-eyed guy said cheerfully.

"No, I've made up my mind. The current shortage of funds is greatly limiting our development speed, so I've decided to take Li Menghui's suggestion. I'm going to take out a loan, a huge loan, and use the bank's money to develop my own business," Wang Yaotang said fiercely.

The four-eyed guy pursed his lips and didn't say anything. None of them understood finance, and the thought of mortgaging their property to borrow hundreds of millions from banks filled them with panic.

"you decide."

"that's it."

……

As usual, nothing happened. When it was time to leave work, Xiong Demin drove alone onto Shek O Road. Just as he turned a corner, a police car quickly caught up with him.

The police car pulled up with its hazard lights on, the window rolled down, and a person gestured for the car to stop.

Unsure of the situation, Xiong Demin slowly slowed down and pulled over to the side of the road. After all, this was a police officer.

Rolling down the car window, Xiong Demin's brows furrowed in a grim expression. "Officer, what is it? I am..."

"I know you, Xiong Demin, the general manager of Shek O Mine. Our boss invites you for tea," a policeman said with a smile, standing by the car door.

"Your boss?" Xiong Demin was a little confused. He looked everyone up and down, then his eyes widened suddenly. "You're not police officers! You dare to impersonate police officers!"

"You dared to deceive your superiors and embezzle so much money, and you've slept with so many women. Compared to that, impersonating a policeman is nothing." The policeman smiled easily.

"You, you, you—" Xiong Demin looked terrified. He had been waiting for almost half a month, and these people had finally come to his door.

At that moment, Xiong Demin's heart raced wildly, feeling both panicked and relieved. Suddenly, he felt that being a fake policeman wasn't so bad.

If that's true, he's completely finished!
A BMW drove past on the side of the road. The man deliberately slowed down. He saw Xiong Demin being questioned by a policeman, his heart raced, and he stepped on the gas pedal hard to speed past.

He had only driven for five minutes when a police car was parked on the side of the road ahead, and a policeman waved him down. (End of Chapter)