1982 Started from Hong Kong

Chapter 86: The Big Brother Deng Guangrong

"Shocking news! Student Prince Deng Guangrong was arrested, and the police station shouted loudly to kill your whole family"

"Big Storm in the Underworld! Sau Mau Ping was bombed to the ground last night, possibly due to revenge by a gang"

"In-depth long article, 10,000-word analysis, revealing the history of the rise of Deng Guangrong, the chairman of Lianshunle (Part 1)"

The third piece of news was made by Zhai Yuan.

You have to do it yourself.

In terms of headlines, Hong Kong media can indeed attract readers, but the content is really empty, just like short videos that are forgotten after watching.

So Zhai Yuan hired a failed writer who serialized martial arts novels in tabloids to start compiling Deng Guangrong's life story and write a book for Brother Darong.

"These are biographical novels about South American drug lords. I copied the content based on the actual local situation."

"When you need a name, you can write a nickname like "Mei Gui Da Lao Jun", "Shi Ye Hui", "Shen Xian Tang" or other common nicknames, or just write "According to an insider", so that the vagueness can convey a sense of reality."

"I hope you can write something that readers will think, 'Oh my god, that's how you are,' and spread it around as a topic of conversation. For example, the reason Li Ka-shing was able to get the land was all thanks to Deng Guangrong who helped him kill his competitors! The competition between Dianmao and Chiu's was so fierce, and suddenly the boss of Dianmao had a plane crash, and Chiu's has been the only one left since then. Of course, Deng Guangrong planted a bomb on the plane in advance! There are so many beautiful female stars in Hong Kong, and Deng Guangrong has raped them all, and he likes to let them play golf and compete to win spring rolls! Remember, don't mention names, but after you write it, everyone will know who you are talking about."

Zhai Yuan imparted his advanced creative experience to the unsuccessful writers, determined to elevate Deng Guangrong to the altar.

Xinji, Haohaobang, and Liansheng want to steal the limelight from my brother Darong?
Do not agree!
We in Hong Kong also need our own Al Capone!

The next day, a long article of 4,000 words was produced.

Zhai Yuan flipped through it and found it to be quite authentic.

The only problem is that the writing style can't keep up with the times, it's half-literate and contains dialect slang, making it a bit difficult to read.

No wonder you failed.

"Great writer, could you write more bluntly?"

"Boss, can you give me a demonstration?"

Zhai Yuan thought for a moment, picked up the pen and quickly wrote a paragraph, then handed the whole sheet of paper to the writer.

"Hey, straightforward and narrating, this is what we call writing style, write in this style."

The writer took the paper and read it silently.

"Bai Jie has been worried about the job title evaluation these days. It has only been two years since she graduated. Although her academic qualifications are sufficient, her experience is too shallow. But if the school's advanced producer can choose her, then she will have a better chance..."

Hey! It's much smoother now.

……

The revised news finally appeared in the newspaper.

Zhai Yuan contributed this article with payment.

The article "Ten Thousand Words Analysis" instantly made the front page of more than a dozen small and medium-sized newspapers.

The major newspapers had a little bit of integrity, but not much, and also included the article in their own serial columns.

For a moment, the atmosphere inside and outside the Hong Kong community became tense.

Some people in the underworld who have the same name as the ones in this article either boast that it is a true story or take the initiative to debunk the rumors, making the water more and more muddy.

The topics of ordinary citizens have also shifted from the property market and stocks to the underworld and social organizations. They always say that the underworld controls Hong Kong, just like saying that the Jews control the world.

The three elements of a conspiracy theory: it must be eye-catching, it must be partially true, and there must be a mysterious organization standing against the public.

Deng Guangrong was placed on the fire and roasted until oil was oozing out of him.

Under the influence of public opinion, the bosses behind him who were still watching no longer dared to speak.

Overnight, all of Lian Shun Le's territories were raided, and the police completely confirmed his identity as the gang's leader based on the gang's account books and underwater lists that were seized.

As a result, Brother Darong became the first underworld gangster in Hong Kong to be prosecuted for being involved in the Dragon Head case since the establishment of the Independent Commission Against Corruption in 1974.

Deng Guangrong was sentenced to seven years in prison at the first instance. He was dissatisfied and appealed.

Not only did he lose the second trial, but the Commercial Crime Investigation Department also accidentally found evidence of money laundering and added three years to his sentence.

"You can't impose the death penalty for this? Is there still law?"

This was Zhai Yuan’s first reaction after hearing the verdict.

"Hong Kong has not carried out the death penalty for more than a decade. Unless Deng Guangrong escapes from prison tonight and rushes into the Governor's House to confront Youde, there is a possibility that he will be sentenced to be hanged as an exception."

Shen Wei explained patiently.

"Damn you! This city shouldn't be run by foreigners. If anyone causes trouble, they should be dragged out and shot at. How could it be so chaotic now?"

Zhai Yuan cursed and muttered a few words, then changed the subject: "It's time to urge Prudential to pay the compensation. I'm so poor recently. The Chinese New Year is just a few days away. I'm waiting for the rice to cook."

"I know. Then I'll go and urge them now?"

Seeing Zhai Yuan nod, Shen Wei did not stay any longer and stood up to say goodbye.

When he opened the door, he could still hear Zhao Meizhen's polite words in the living room asking him to stay for dinner.

“It’s finally over.”

Sitting alone in the study, Zhai Yuan leaned back in his chair and took a breath.

The video hall was closed and had no income for the time being, but fortunately, Secret Garden gradually became somewhat popular and pay calls started to come in.

However, the message was not spread widely enough, so the effect was not ideal. All six telephones could not make calls, and the income was only more than 3,000 yuan per night.

After deducting the cost of labor, rent, water, electricity and other miscellaneous items from the more than 3,000 yuan, there was even less in Zhai Yuan's hands.

"I've worked very hard, but why can't I save any money? Is it because I'm paying them too high a salary?"

Sitting in the thousand-foot-square house, Zhai Yuan pondered the problem that all bosses faced.

The base salary for prostitutes is 1,200 yuan, and they receive a commission of 0.1 cent per minute for answering the phone.

He began to consider whether he should find an excuse to start a system of clocking in for attendance and performance-based fines.

Or simply don’t give a basic salary, just give commission!

But then I thought again, no way, these prostitutes are nobler than ordinary workers, they have no shortage of work anywhere, what should I do if they really quit.

“Oh, it’s so hard to be a boss!”

……

The problem of lack of money was solved after three days.

When Zhai Yuan couldn't help but instigate Shen Wei to kneel down and hold up a banner downstairs of Prudential Group, the compensation finally came.

There were ten video halls, with an average compensation of 220,000 yuan for each.

The business was closed for sixteen days, with an average daily gross profit loss of ten thousand yuan.

The total compensation amount is 3.8 million.

Full amount, no tax.

Zhai Yuan’s net worth instantly tripled or quadrupled, and he was also awarded a photo with the manager of Prudential Group.

In the photo, Zhai Yuan and his manager were standing downstairs of the insurance company, holding up enlarged checks and smiling happily.

But he will never forget that the money was not compensated to him by the insurance company, but came from Deng Guangrong, who is already serving his sentence in Stanley Prison.

Thanks to the big brother on the list for the Carnival X999!

(End of this chapter)