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

What can $2300 million do?
Ah Biao couldn't think of any way to spend all the money, no matter how hard he tried. If he could just have the money, all his wishes in life would be fulfilled. Why would he need to work for someone else?
He couldn't think of a reason to risk his life for this money, so he wanted it!
The more Qian Shanchong's mind went blank, the more vigilant Abiao became. It was this vigilance that had saved his life several times on the battlefield back then.

The moment he reached for the gun, he knew exactly what to do next.

As he gripped the gun with his right hand, he pushed off with his feet and rolled to the left. The moment his back hit the ground, the muzzle of the gun was aimed at Bissina to his side and behind.

To pocket this money, the first step was to kill Bisna. Just to be safe, he also needed to convince Amin, who was standing next to him, to "kill..."

"bang bang"

"Da da da"

Bissina kept her eyes on the three of them. The moment she saw him grab his gun, she reached for the quickdraw holster on her waist. The Glock safety on her waist was always off. She drew her gun, turned to the side, and the gun swiftly 'swished' against her waist to chamber a round. Without raising her arm, she leaned back slightly and pulled the trigger.

One bullet was aimed at Ah Biao's position, and another was fired slightly to the left!
It sounds like a long story, but it all happened in a second. One bullet hit the deck, and the second hit Ah Biao's right rib. The bullet pierced through the skin, fat, and muscle layers before exploding and hitting his liver.

At that moment, all the kinetic energy carried by the bullet was applied to the liver, causing most of the liver to completely rot.

Ah Biao only managed to shout two words before the bullet to his left abdomen weakened him considerably. Before he could fully turn the gun, he pulled the trigger, and the bullets swept through the cabin from the side.

Bisina had never actually been on a real battlefield, but after following Wang Yaotang, she had also taken lives. In addition, her more professional individual training allowed her to mentally simulate how to deal with someone who was about to suddenly attack before the incident.

The second shot hit its mark. Before the brain could process the information, the hand, faster than the brain, pulled the trigger again and again, "Bang bang bang!"

Two dumdum bullets hit his chest, and one pierced his brain.

After firing the gun, his mind finally caught up, and without hesitation, he gently turned his body and aimed the gun at Amin.

Amin's eyes also turned red, his mind in a constant internal struggle, but he was really not sure if he could survive the chaotic battle. When Abiao grabbed his gun and turned around, he reacted and grabbed the Type 56 assault rifle on the ground. He grabbed the gun only about half a second slower than Abiao. He faced Bisina diagonally and opened fire without rolling.

Bisina stood rooted to the spot, seemingly oblivious to the gun barrel Amin was pointing at, standing motionless and firing her weapon!
"Da da……"

"bang bang"

Two 7.62mm intermediate rounds grazed Bisna's left side, a 9mm dumdum bullet hit Amin's chin, blowing the lower half of his face apart, and a second bullet pierced his nose and exploded at the back of his head.

After two shots, Bisina lunged forward without thinking, flipping in the air and landing on her back. Her nearly 200-pound weight caused the small fishing boat to rock, and Liu Fei's short burst of fire went astray, hitting somewhere unknown.

Instinctively, Zama re-aimed, and Bissina, holding her gun with both hands, had also aimed. The boat was still bobbing up and down, and Bissina immediately used American-style Iaijutsu, "Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang..."

……

The room remained silent for a while until Wang Yaotang coughed lightly, "How was the body disposed of?"

"There were no iron cages on the ship specifically for handling corpses, so I went all the way to Huangnizhou Island and burned them."

"Where's the money?"

“It’s hidden.” Bisina didn’t say where it was hidden, just tilted her head and looked at Wang Yaotang.

Wang Yaotang laughed and said, "It seems that in the future, we brothers will have to do this kind of thing ourselves. Having too much cash is indeed tempting. It's hard to guarantee that fathers and sons or brothers won't turn against each other."

"Too easily swayed." Ah Jie curled his lip. "It's only a few tens of millions, why bother?"

“It’s not just tens of millions, let’s convert it to Hong Kong dollars…” The bespectacled guy pulled out his HP calculator and quickly pressed a few keys, “1.886 million Hong Kong dollars.”

"Not much," Awei tilted his head and thought for a moment. "How much cash does the company have on hand right now?"

"We still have 3 million," the bespectacled man laughed.

"So, are there that many? Is it really necessary to fight and kill each other?"

"You've forgotten that you once stabbed someone in the street for a hundred or two dollars, haven't you?"

"You said it yourself, it was back then. Now I'm worth tens of millions!"

"pick."

The group was still quite bothered by this, as it was the first time they had ever laid a hand on one of their own, and they felt very uncomfortable. That's why they joked with each other to ease the tense atmosphere.

"Wait a minute." Wang Yaotang suddenly raised his hand. "How many Hong Kong dollars do you think it's worth?"

“1.886 million, what’s wrong?” the four-eyed guy replied.

Wang Yaotang did some mental calculations, his brows furrowing deeper and deeper. "How much is the US dollar worth in Hong Kong dollars now?"

"It's not very stable. It dropped to 8.3 at the beginning of the year and has been fluctuating between 8.0 and 8.5 recently."

"Holy crap!" Wang Yaotang grinned and slammed his hand on the table. "What the hell is the Hong Kong government doing? How come they can't even stabilize the Hong Kong dollar? What kind of financial center is this?"

Aji, Ajie, and Bisina didn't know why Wang Yaotang suddenly got angry. He hadn't even been angry when they said that A Biao and the other two were dead.

Ah Wei seemed to understand a little, but not very clearly, and the four-eyed guy sighed as well.

"What's wrong?" Aji asked.

"What's wrong? Damn the Hong Kong government! With this kind of turmoil, the assets we worked so hard to earn have shrunk by a third. How can I not be angry!" Wang Yaotang said irritably.

"How could that be?" Ah-Ji and Ah-Jie were no longer calm. "How could it not be? In 80, the Hong Kong dollar was worth about 5.2 US dollars, in 81 it was about 7, and now it's 8.2." Wang Yaotang said with a dark face, "The Hong Kong dollar is just worthless paper. Who recognizes it outside of Hong Kong and Macau? People only recognize US dollars, British pounds, and gold."

"A mere 0.1 drop in the exchange rate means we'll lose tens of millions!"

"so much?"

"Damn it!"

"How could it have fallen so much?"

"What else could it be? The capital market believes that the British government can't save Hong Kong. The market lacks confidence, so of course the Hong Kong dollar's expected value will fall." The four-eyed guy explained, "Don't look at what the newspapers say, or what the Hong Kong government and Downing Street are clamoring about. That's all lies. The capital market doesn't lie. There's no way Hong Kong can be saved."

“Yes and no.” Wang Yaotang interrupted the four-eyed man. “It’s certain that the British couldn’t protect Hong Kong, but don’t blindly trust capital. They can’t see everything clearly. Most of the time, internal opinions are not unified, and capital sometimes deliberately misleads people. After all, capital is controlled by people. People have their own stance and will make mistakes in judgment.”

"So?" the bespectacled guy tilted his head. "What are you planning to do?"

Wang Yaotang may not understand capital operations, but he understands history. Later, the Hong Kong dollar was locked at around 7 against the US dollar, and by working backward, he could naturally analyze many things in a very logical way.

"Whether it's a political stance or a desire to protect Yingzi's assets, the Hong Kong government will inevitably have to intervene and lock the exchange rate of the Hong Kong dollar against the US dollar."

“I don’t object to that, the problem is what price to lock in. Should we gradually convert our Hong Kong dollars into US dollars to preserve their value, or into pounds sterling, gold, or something like that? We can’t just sit here and watch our assets shrink. Damn it, we did nothing and the money is gone!” the four-eyed guy cursed.

Wang Yaotang remained silent, supporting his head with his hands as he tried to recall. His memory was too hazy, and after thinking for a while without any results, he patted his forehead and looked up, saying, "I can only be certain that this time point should be after 84."

Following the joint statement, Yingzi accelerated her escape abroad, and the mainland further utilized Hong Kong as a window to conduct trade with the world. Both sides shared a common interest in stabilizing their currencies, which ultimately led to their decision.

He couldn't remember exactly how many had been locked in, but the point at which the two sides could work together would definitely not be during the negotiation period, but rather after the joint statement.

Just like how he planned this heist of the century, only by making the banks feel the pain will they take action.

Given Dai Ying's tendency to stir up trouble, she won't cooperate unless she's thoroughly hurt.

In terms of unwavering commitment to a common goal, no country surpasses the North; the North is willing to watch the situation deteriorate.

Given the timing of 84 and considering the approaches taken by both sides, the Hong Kong dollar is not yet at its lowest point. It's difficult to predict exactly how low it will fall, but the peak will definitely occur after negotiations reach a stalemate.

That is, before signing the declaration, to be on the safe side, we can put it at 83.

Wang Yaotang wasn't looking to make a lot of money in the currency market, but he at least wanted to avoid significant losses from such drastic fluctuations.

The exchange rate fluctuates greatly, which has little impact on ordinary people, but the wealthier a person is, the greater the impact.

Seeing Wang Yaotang deep in thought, the others didn't dare to disturb him and quietly ate their breakfast.

"Ah Xiang, what has been the official exchange rate of RMB to USD for the past three years?" Wang Yaotang suddenly asked.

The four-eyed man tilted his head and thought for a moment, “In 1980, it was 1:0.66 US dollars, last year it was 1:0.58 US dollars, and currently it is 1:0.52 US dollars.”

Wang Yaotang's eyes widened suddenly. "Not 1:0.33?"

"When has it ever been this low?" The bespectacled man shook his head.

Wang Yaotang cursed, but he really didn't care about that. Anyway, no matter how much, business with the mainland would still go on.

"What's wrong?" A-Jie asked, looking bewildered.

"No wonder Hong Kong's real estate market is about to collapse!" Wang Yaotang explained.

Real estate is a capital-intensive industry, and building materials are almost entirely imported, mostly from the north. With the RMB locked in the US dollar, raw material prices have risen sharply, costs have skyrocketed, and many real estate-related companies are facing bankruptcy due to broken cash flow.

The impact on financial companies that have bet on real estate will be even more severe, with many going bankrupt.

The group blinked, seemingly understanding but not quite. Hadn't they already said that housing prices would plummet?

"Will the land near Kowloon Walled City still be approved?" Four-Eyes asked, frowning. He was about to sign a contract with the Hong Kong government.

"Approved!" Wang Yaotang said in a deep voice.

"You're going to buy it even if it's going to be a disaster?" Ah Jie didn't understand.

“Going against the trend is the best time to seize profits. Everyone knows that when the real estate market is booming, do you think we'll get a chance?” Wang Yaotang smirked.

"Alright, Ah Xiang, exchange your Hong Kong dollars for US dollars as soon as possible to preserve their value. Our goal isn't to speculate on foreign exchange, but to preserve value. Warn Li Menghui not to pursue any profits," Wang Yaotang instructed.

"I understand." The bespectacled guy nodded emphatically.

“Hey,” Bisna suddenly said, “Aren’t you going to ask me where I hid my money? I have $2300 million on me!”

You trust Sister Na, which makes her happy, but you don't care about money, which makes her very unhappy!

"You don't actually think you can spend that money, do you?" Wang Yaotang asked with a half-smile.

"Can't we?" Everyone looked over, their faces filled with astonishment.

If you can't rob, what are you going to do?
Wang Yaotang chuckled. (End of Chapter)