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

P.S.: Monthly tickets, monthly tickets, monthly tickets! Let's at least get Old Fireworks into the top 500 of the monthly ticket rankings! We're still 400 tickets short. This book isn't doing so well and it keeps getting stuck...

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Police Headquarters, morning meeting.

The table was covered with newspapers from major newspapers, all featuring Wang Yaotang's quote on the front page: "No tycoon would joke with his own life!"

"Speak up, everyone? Should we continue the investigation?" Seeing that no one spoke, Han Yili invited them to dinner and asked.

Everyone shook their heads.

Hong Kong is a capitalist society, and this punch has 'erased all the moral high ground'. Any reason for doubt seems so weak in the face of this punch, and even the most eloquent lawyer will only feel that his words are pale and powerless.

Can't refute!

The political department staff also shut up and didn't say a word.

discharge!

"We have announced to the public that we are actively contacting the London Metropolitan Police, Manchester Metropolitan Police, Amsterdam, Basel, and Greek police to form a transnational joint investigation office, bringing together the police forces of the four countries to investigate this transnational murder case targeting the 'Kadoorie' family," Han Yili said in a deep voice.

Deputy Director Haywood looked over in surprise; this hadn't been mentioned before.

This would draw all media attention to the Quad Joint Investigation Office, which comprises four European countries—far beyond what Hong Kong can match. The Hong Kong Royal Police could simply push for the office's establishment with great fanfare, incurring the bulk of the operating expenses. But what if they still couldn't get any results…

In the end, the blame could never be pinned on the Hong Kong Royal Police!

Not worthy!

Damn it, you've really mastered the art of shifting blame, haven't you!

Heywood was somewhat discouraged. After causing so much trouble, how come you haven't been transferred? When will I ever get a promotion?

After the meeting ended, the Public Relations Department immediately released the news to the public. After a little public relations effort, the media was full of praise for the Royal Canadian Mounted Police's responsibility and commitment, sweeping away the previous embarrassment caused by public opinion pressure.

As for the police in the four European countries, who the hell is Kadoorie? Just a few oil stains, he has absolutely no reputation in the local area. The police treat it as a very ordinary case, and after a week or two, it will be thrown into the filing cabinet to gather dust. Now suddenly a rich man is saying he will pay to set up a transnational joint crime-solving office...

Of course, we agree!
As long as the studio exists, everyone gets an extra salary and a free trip abroad. Why wouldn't we agree?

Even the London police readily agreed. Despite Kadoorie being a British citizen, CLP Power is not listed in London, and the company and family have virtually no reputation in the UK.

As for whether Downing Street has other ideas, what does that have to do with us London police?
Why should the prime minister worry about a few thousand dollars a month?

Everyone can see through the Royal Canadian Mounted Police's little scheme, but it doesn't matter. You take the money, we do the work. Once the heat dies down, who the hell cares about the Kadoorie family massacre?

In August 2011, HP acquired the British software company Autonomy for $11 billion. A year after the acquisition, HP discovered that Autonomy had committed accounting fraud and was overvalued by about $5 billion. The ensuing 13-year legal battle ultimately resulted in a victory in the UK civil case but a defeat in the US criminal case. HP's stock price plummeted, and its market value evaporated by more than 80%.

Following the verdict, on August 17, key witness Stephen Chamberlain, former CFO of Autonomy, was hit by a car while jogging in London and died two days later.

On August 19, the luxury yacht carrying business owner Lynch, his family, lawyers, and witnesses sank in extreme weather off the coast of Sicily. Lynch and seven others, including his daughter Hannah, perished, while only his wife Angela survived.

The Italian National Meteorological Service issued a thunderstorm warning on August 18, but the 42-meter sailboat Sir Robert Barden Powell, which was moored at the same time as the Bayes, only suffered minor damage, while the Bayes suffered a broken anchor chain and engine failure, resulting in loss of control.

That was too drastic; HP's backers were completely overwhelmed.

In the end, the death of the whole family didn't cause much of a stir, since the people were already dead.

……

You can always trust oil stains!
Originally, Kadoorie's application to become an Israeli citizen went smoothly; the relevant departments would have processed the paperwork. However, Kadoorie's secretary suddenly appeared in Tel Aviv demanding the return of his application documents...

Oil stains, how cunning! I immediately realized something was up, so I had to taste it to see if it was salty enough!

"Seal the documents away," Jacob Goldberg, head of the Population and Immigration Administration, ordered immediately upon hearing his subordinate's report.

Just as the secretary reached the door, she suddenly heard Jacob Goldberg say again, "Make many copies and keep them in different departments. I need a copy too."

After saying that, he even hummed twice.

As someone who knows oil stains all too well!
Kadoorie's people will definitely offer bribes, and his subordinates will certainly do their jobs.

The fact that the copies were copied and sealed by different departments was not concealed at all. Half an hour later, Kadoorie's secretary, Weinberg, received the news and smashed the phone on the spot.

Finished!

Those greasy vampires deserve to die!
Sending a letter to Hong Kong to inquire about recent news regarding the Kadoorie family would be easy enough, but what I found was shocking – they're dead!

Not just one!
Jacob Goldberg jumped up excitedly, "Damn it, dead! Good riddance! It's perfect to die!"

"A fortune of tens of billions!"

"The opportunity to make a fortune has just arrived!"

Without saying a word, he immediately started making phone calls to people in various departments, including the 'Office of the Director of Heritage Affairs' and the 'Ministry of Economy and Industry'.

The Guardian General and Director of Inheritance Affairs is responsible for managing unclaimed or “abandoned” property.

(PS: Some readers may think this is deliberately demonizing, but it's not. Don't doubt it, this shameless department really exists, and it doesn't exist in other countries.)
(PS2: Other normal countries only have departments that manage national geography and cultural heritage. For example, in the United States, the Department of the Interior is responsible for protecting the country's natural and cultural heritage. There are only oil stains, only oil stains...)
Meetings were held overnight, with multiple parties working simultaneously, and Kadoorie's passport was ready the next day, with a production date a month prior...

Of course, doing it well doesn't mean you have to tell Weinberger; just put it off for now.

Even if we don't take over the Kadoorie Foundation outright, we should at least gain some control!
On the same day, a "condolence" delegation led by the Population and Immigration Department was assembled and boarded a plane to Hong Kong. When a wealthy citizen of the country was assassinated, the country had to step forward to "condolence" and help the Kadoorie family with the aftermath, in order to demonstrate humanitarian concern!

Upon disembarking from the plane, he immediately met with a pre-arranged reporter in the airport lobby for an interview, vehemently denouncing the 'killer' and 'mastermind' for their brutality and inhumanity. He declared that this was a provocation and retaliation against the oil-stained tribe, and that Selig would absolutely not let it go unpunished!
The Society will help the Kadoorie family seek justice.

……

"Go to hell with justice! Kadoorie doesn't need it!" Eliascohn had been advertising for various newspapers lately, and when he received the news, he was furious. He cursed these greasy bloodsuckers in the Foundation.

We must contact Wang Yaotang, China Resources, and the Governor's Office immediately to suppress the heat of this matter!
"Only oil stains can understand oil stains, damn it..." Wang Yaotang was amused when he received the call, and sure enough, it came.

Even the people at China Resources were convinced.

In Hong Kong's media, it's impossible for one faction to suppress reporting, but when all four factions exert their influence simultaneously, 70% of the newspapers really have to give way!
As for those who disagree...

Half an hour later, several printing plants in Hong Kong experienced a power outage simultaneously. Without power, how can you print anything?
This is where the power of controlling the power company comes into play.

Soon after, people from nearby gangs arrived. Four or five Toyota Hiace cars blocked the main entrance, and dozens of people didn't go in. They sat near the entrance smoking and chatting, with a meter-long steel bar and a crowbar at their feet.

Call the police?

As a renovation company, isn't it reasonable for us to take some renovation materials and tools?

I'm asking you, can you please stop printing these newspapers?

Yes, the power outage will be resolved immediately.

No, then I'm sorry... We renovation workers also know a little bit about martial arts!
At the same time, a group of people rushed into the doors of several newspapers that refused to cooperate, attacking people and smashing things indiscriminately. Typewriters, computers, and typesetting equipment were all smashed, and even the toilets and docks were blocked!
After smashing everything, they didn't run away. They just waited for the police to come, laughing and joking. When they put handcuffs on them, they didn't forget to ask them in a friendly tone, "How long can you get sentenced for breaking a traitor's arm? Don't worry, I guarantee your arm will be broken for the rest of the year. You'll have to eat with your feet from now on!"

The newspaper industry association also remained silent this time.

Left and right working together!
With assets worth nearly 10 billion, what makes you think you can get involved?
In other matters, you have official backing, so you can't use any underhanded tactics. Now, neither the left nor the right supports you. I admire you for being a true man!
At the same time, at the Peninsula Hotel.

The rooms of the "visiting" team all experienced a power and water outage.

I called the front desk, but the line was busy. After finally finding someone downstairs, the waiter was extremely polite, "I'm sorry, sir, there's a problem with the water and electricity in these rooms. We're very sorry." I muttered a few curses under my breath. This is supposed to be the best hotel in Hong Kong?

"Change rooms!" Joshua Stein, the head of the delegation, ordered impatiently, waving for people to pack their luggage.

"Sorry, the rooms are full." The waiter smiled broadly.

"What do you mean!" Commander Joshua Stein's eyes narrowed, sensing that things were not so simple.

"Sorry, the rooms are full."

“You did this on purpose!” Joshua Stein said angrily.

It must be those damn scumbags from the Kadoorie Foundation causing trouble. This is their territory, a tiny place. It's hard to keep our arrival a secret!

These are all assets of the Oil Stain Clan, belonging to the entire Oil Stain nation. These greedy Oil Stain vampires deserve to die!
"I'm so sorry!" the waiter bowed and apologized.

"I want to see your manager."

"Sorry, the manager is not here."

Joshua Stein was so angry that the veins on his neck were bulging, but this wasn't Tel Aviv, and he was powerless to do anything about it. He threw down a string of harsh words: "You fucking wait," "The Peninsula Hotel will eventually return to its starting point," "You will be punished by God," and then slunk away, packing his bags and leaving.

There are too many five-star hotels in Hong Kong. The Peninsula was chosen because it is "our" property. We came to inspect it in advance, but the result made everyone in the "visiting group" very dissatisfied.

Once I get my hotel back, I'll fire them all, fire them all!
They were kicked out of the Peninsula Hotel, which did not provide vehicles, so the group had no choice but to stand on the roadside and try to hail a taxi.

I had just hailed a taxi when I saw a young man walk over, knock on the driver's window, and point to his hat, which had two large characters on it: Shengyi.

With a wave of his hand, the taxi driver stepped on the gas and sped off.

Losing one order is no big deal, but you absolutely cannot offend these Big Four accounting firms.

"What are you!" Upon seeing this, members of the delegation immediately rushed forward and shouted.

Si Jiu grinned at the group of greasy people, raised his right hand at a 45-degree angle, and gave them a standard 'sodium salute'!
The group of oil stains immediately broke down, put down their luggage and rushed towards Sheng Yi's Si Jiu Zai, punching and kicking him. Si Jiu Zai did not fight back, but curled up with his head in his hands, shouting, "They're hitting people! They're hitting people!"

Seven or eight reporters lying in ambush nearby were secretly taking pictures with cameras and video recorders from various angles.

Not far away, a three-man patrol team rushed up quickly, blowing whistles and drawing their guns.

"Stop! Stop immediately! If you don't stop, we'll open fire!"

"First warning!"

"Second warning!"

Several oil stains couldn't understand Cantonese at all, and even if they could, they wouldn't stop.

According to the gruesome view, those who perform the 'sodium ritual' should all die!
Those living in other countries are somewhat better off, but those living in Israel, who have received special education and brainwashing, coupled with their victories in the five Middle East wars, have become rampant to the point of madness!
"Third warning!"

"Bang!" A police officer raised his hand and fired a warning shot; the entire incident was captured on camera.

Hearing the gunshot, the members of the delegation were startled. When they looked up, they saw a few police officers, the one in the lead raising his hand at a 45-degree angle and yelling at them. This made them even angrier, as if they had been insulted. They cursed and rushed forward.

"Fire!" the lead patrol officer roared.

All three men aimed their guns at the same time, and then... "Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"

American-style iaido, empty the magazine!
No matter how you look at it, the Type 38 rifle is still a gun, and even at a distance of only a few meters, it is still lethal enough.

The three men who charged ahead were killed on the spot!

The people behind them immediately crouched down, covering their heads in fear, as if they had a split personality; the ones who had just been shouting and yelling with ferocious expressions were not them.

Clearly, bullets have a strong therapeutic effect on mental illness!
Such a major incident occurred at the entrance of the Peninsula Hotel. Police shot and killed three people. A large police force arrived and the scene was quickly cordoned off.

At Yau Tsim Mong Police Station, footage taken by several reporters was also taken away by the police as evidence and played back on video. The entire footage was very clear, and a warning was given in accordance with regulations before the shooting.

But those present were all police officers, seasoned veterans, who could spot the problems at a glance.

"The reporter's angles were excellent, with both front and rear views, perfectly proving that the procedures were followed," Queiroz said with a smile.

"When you raised your hand to shout to stop someone, your hand was held so straight, fingers pressed together without any gaps," Chief Inspector Robert of the Major Crimes Unit joked with a smile. "Even police academy training wasn't this strict!"

"His gun-drawing action was swift, his grip was steady, his target was clear, and his hand didn't shake at all," praised Tang Lin, a senior inspector in the Criminal Investigation Department.

As to whether these people were actually a threat, none of the three said anything, leaving it to the judge to decide. All they could say was that the procedures were followed.

If this hadn't been pre-planned, everyone would have eaten the TV right there and then!

"How badly was the guy who got hit?" James asked with a helpless smile.

"A broken arm, multiple bruises, kidney stones, and heart disease."

"No, what does kidney stones have to do with being beaten? And what is this heart disease, and what's going on?"

"He said he was beaten and his stomach hurt, and his kidney stones flared up. He also does have heart disease; the hospital had a history of it. Now he says he has severe chest tightness and pain, and the hospital recommends surgery..." Queiroz couldn't help but laugh as he spoke.

"Fuck!" James was both amused and exasperated. That guy surnamed Wang was too wicked. He had a heart condition; if he died during the beating, all those greasy bastards would be considered murderers...

So, are they lucky or unlucky?

“At the very least, these are assault cases. Lock them up, don’t grant them bail, and report to headquarters so they can verify the identities of these people with Sejon.” James said helplessly.

"That's it, get to work." James got up and left, completely unconcerned about any diplomatic disputes.

Hong Kong doesn't even have diplomatic rights, so I don't either. What right do you have to control me?

Even if they exist, so what? They're not a department, they don't have jurisdiction, so what can they do to me!
Besides, when has the mighty Union Jack ever cared about friendly nations?

Robbery...harm...scam, cough cough, anyway, they're all friendly nations!
Joshua Stein and his group no longer needed to look for a hotel; they had a place to stay for the night, and someone was providing them with food. However, their mental state was not very good after being locked up.

Looking at the iron gate and thinking of Nasser, I suddenly had a sense of déjà vu, as if Adolf had been resurrected.

Damn the East, damn Hong Kong, how come there's sodium everywhere!

……

"Wang Shenggao, Wang Shengying, Wang Shenggao and Wang Shengying!" That evening, Elias Corne arranged a dinner party. As soon as they met, he stood up and laughed loudly, saying, "This was done so brilliantly! Not only did you take down three damned vampires, but you also sent the rest to jail. It was truly amazing!"

"This has nothing to do with me! I'm suing you for defamation! You're the one defaming me!" Wang Yaotang raised his eyebrows and shouted, "President Duan, you heard that! He's the one defaming me! I didn't do anything!"

Duan Mingyu chuckled dryly, feeling quite emotional. The victim pulled the perpetrator aside and praised him highly, saying that capitalism was too evil and had turned people into monsters!

"OK, OK, OK, it has nothing to do with our tycoons, it's all those vampires' problem!" Eliascohn said with a loud laugh.

In the past, he thought Wang Yaotang was a damn scoundrel who would threaten to kill his whole family at the drop of a hat. He was a shameless robber!

But when they became collaborators, he suddenly felt that Wang Yaotang was simply amazing!

The best collaborators in history!
If you can't solve the problem, solve the person who created it – that's the ultimate solution!

Without a doubt! (End of Chapter)