Hong Kong Movie: At the beginning, Big Boss B asked me to draw the death lottery

Chapter 105 Fatty Li, I'll show you what it means to wish you were dead.
Fly's words made Fatty Li somewhat indignant.

Of the twelve branches of Hung Hing in the past, no matter what business they did, he was the only one who made his fortune by writing.

Most of the gang's expenses are spent on supporting paparazzi and cultural figures who work as copywriters.

This was something he should be very proud of, after all, being able to distinguish himself from those gangsters who fought and killed gave him a sense of superiority.

It was only when others came knocking on his door that he realized—in this world, it all comes down to who has the hardest fist!

"What do you want to do?"

Fatty Li asked a question without any confidence, which made Fly laugh.

The fly dropped the lemon tea in its hand and reached out to pat Fatty Li's fat face.

"Don't worry, our boss has said we can't touch a single hair on your head, Fatty Li."

"You've ruined the reputation of my Lao Ding Real Estate Company, so Lao Ding is sending you over to do something for him, as a way of giving him an explanation!"

Hearing that these people weren't there to kill him, Fatty Li finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He steeled himself and asked the fly.

"What are you planning to ask me to do, boss?"

"Hehe! You'll see when you get there!"

For some reason, Fly's mocking laugh made Fatty Li's scalp tingle.

But circumstances are beyond my control. No matter what they want to do in Sham Shui Po, it's better than being hacked to death here.

Who told Fatty Li to lose his backer? You can only say that karma came too fast!
Sally's Photography Studio, inside a temporarily converted photography room.

"Get in!"

Fat Li was shoved by flies and stumbled into the photography studio.

The room had a rather strange layout, with wine-red lighting and a bed covered in rose petals.

It looks no different from those 50-dollar brothels in the alley.

Fatty Li was puzzled. He glanced back at Fly but didn't dare to ask anything.

Before long, a chorus of greetings rang out from outside.

Soon He Yaozong entered the room.

Upon seeing He Yaozong, Fat Li quickly lowered his head, his heart filled with increasing panic.

"Fatty Li, why don't you dare look me in the eye?"

With his hands behind his back, He Yaozong walked into the house, and Wu Ying immediately pulled out a chair for him to sit down.

"Brother Yao, I didn't do that thing at Lok Fu Estate on purpose."

I know you lost money. How about I compensate you? I'll also ask the magazine to work overtime tonight to rush the printing and clear your name..."

"Give me back my innocence? You don't deserve that!"

He Yaozong was so angry at this guy that he laughed, and then he spoke up.

“Listen, since you’re so keen on starting your magazine and want to diversify, then I’ll grant your wish.”

I'll put on something different for you tonight, and I'll film it all, select a few of the best photos, and send them to your magazine.

"Have your people work through the night to print it out, and I guarantee your magazine will sell like hotcakes tomorrow!"

Fat Lai immediately understood what He Yaozong meant.

"Is Brother Yao planning to have me have a real sex session with the model, and then print it in my magazine to sell tomorrow?"

"You guessed right, as expected of a brain-eating creature, it's incredibly sharp!"

Hearing He Yaozong's praise, Fatty Li felt very uncomfortable.

He's been asked to be a male model for a magazine, and his image will be printed in the magazine and sold tomorrow morning. He's completely lost face.

However, Fatty Li could accept this point alone.

After all, those who enjoy reading erotic magazines know what he does; he can just consider it a display of his prowess to all the erotic men in Hong Kong.

What Fat Lai finds most unacceptable is that his hard-earned weekly magazine will likely be shut down because of this real shooting, making it extremely difficult to create another blockbuster magazine like this in the future...

Before he could finish his internal monologue, he heard He Yaozong clap his hands.

Immediately afterwards, two burly men with dark brown skin walked into the room, followed by a long-haired photographer wearing glasses.

The two burly men entered the house and gave Fatty Li a sinister smile.

Fatty Li stared blankly at He Yaozong for a moment, then immediately felt a chill and realized what he was about to face.

"Brother Yao, everything is negotiable, Brother Yao!!"

"You absolutely can't do this! It's all my fault, you have to give me a chance!"

He felt his kneecaps go weak and he almost knelt down on the spot.

He Yaozong sneered and stood up.

"Don't you like to diversify your magazine?"
Perfect timing! I'll help you expand your gay dating market. You should set a good example for your weekly magazine.

After saying that, He Yaozong smiled and patted the photographer on the shoulder.

"Thank you for your hard work. Please take some detailed photos later. I'll have someone send you a 10,000 yuan red envelope later as a token of my appreciation for your good eyesight!"

Upon hearing He Yaozong's words, the photographer immediately tossed his unruly long hair, his face beaming with joy.

"Boss! I've been in this industry for over ten years. You can rest assured, the footage will be amazing and incredibly detailed!"

He Yaozong nodded, then looked at the two burly men who were shirtless.

"You guys are lucky tonight. What ordinary person would be qualified to play with the leader of the prestigious Hung Hing North Point gang!"
He's quite robust, so don't be pitied. I want him unable to stand by tomorrow morning, and then you'll all get your share of red envelopes!

The two burly men nodded in unison to He Yaozong, then looked at Fatty Li with a sinister grin and walked towards him.

He Yaozong turned his back and glared at the fly.

"Aren't you leaving yet? Planning to stay here and give instructions? Aren't you afraid of getting a sty?"

The fly grinned and then followed He Yaozong out.

All that could be heard was Fatty Li's desperate voice coming from the house.

"Brother Yao! Give me a chance, I'll give you whatever it takes!"
"Brother Yao, Brother Yao! Why don't you just kill me already?!"

boom--

The only response Fatty Li received was the heavy slam of the door closing.

Before long, wails of agony filled the room, and He Yaozong couldn't bear it and covered his ears.

He looked at the fly and began to explain.

"Remember, once you get the photos, send them to North Point as soon as possible."

"Have Fatty Li's group work overtime to print it out, and distribute it all to major newspapers for free tomorrow. Make sure it's finished before you come back and get a good rest!"

The fly just grinned foolishly.

"Don't worry, Yao-ge. I won't be able to sleep if I don't handle something this exciting perfectly!"

……

Around 10:20 p.m., the door to the photography studio opened.

Two burly men came out and gave Fly, who was guarding outside with his men, an 'OK' sign.

The fly immediately got up and happened to bump into the long-haired photographer carrying his equipment out the door.

"How's it going? Is it all done?"

"All done. The negatives will be developed soon, and then we can take them over for printing."

The photographer handed his equipment to an assistant, then looked back at the house with a reluctant expression.

"Boss, you should apply some medicine to him."

Those two Indians are just... oh, so cruel!

The fly peered into the doorway and saw Fatty Li lying face down on the bed, utterly dejected, his eyes filled with endless despair...

After developing the photos at the photo studio, Fly didn't waste a moment. He called his friends and drove to North Point. They rushed as fast as they could and finally arrived at Fat Lai's magazine office before midnight.

There are still henchmen guarding this side, while in the editorial department, everyone in the room is locked inside.

When the fly showed them the photos and explained its purpose, the group of people were immediately stunned.

An old paparazzi timidly poked his head out and spoke to the fly.

"Boss, what if we print these photos in a magazine and then Fatty Li comes after us?"

"That's none of my business. All I know is that if you don't do what I say, I'll arrange another program for you tonight, and you'll all be on magazine covers tomorrow!"

Upon hearing this, everyone in the room trembled with fear.

Looking at those photos again, a chill ran down the spines of the group.

"We'll do as you say, right away!"

"Quickly, turn on the machine and get all the paper out of the stock!"

Having intimidated the group, Fly couldn't help but laugh a few times, but he didn't let the henchmen blocking the door let them out.

He simply walked up to an editor-in-chief and looked him up and down a few times.

He immediately said, "Alright, you guys aren't triad thugs, and Wo Shing doesn't like to make things difficult for you."

I've already said that if any of you are afraid of Fat Man's retaliation, you can go to Sham Shui Po and work with Wo Luen Shing.

"We'd also like to start a magazine or newspaper. We can discuss salary issues later!" The editor-in-chief was taken aback, then suddenly realized and quickly thanked him profusely.

But then Fly waved his hand, signaling the henchmen blocking the doorway to disperse.

"It's almost midnight, why aren't you guys getting to work? Will you be able to deliver the magazine tomorrow morning?"

……

The next morning, just as dawn was breaking.

At a newsstand in Wan Chai, a bald owner had just opened the shutter door, ready to wait for people from various newspapers to deliver the day's morning paper.

A van slowly drove up from Lockhart Road and stopped in front of the newsstand.

Then, under the puzzled gaze of the shop owner, a group of people got out of the van, each carrying a stack of magazines, and walked towards his newsstand.

"Hey bro, I've never seen you guys before. What's this gift?"

The boss scratched his bald spot, watched the group of people throw their magazines onto his newspaper, and asked, somewhat puzzled.

"Look carefully, it's one cycle!"

"Huh? Isn't this a weekly magazine? A batch was just delivered yesterday."

"Uncle, today's magazines are all freebies, Fatty Li is doing charity!"
When you see someone come by to read the newspaper, give them a copy. Remember to give them all out!

A young man dropped the magazine he was holding, gave the shop owner some instructions, and then reached into his pocket, pulled out two hundred-yuan bills, and stuffed them into the shop owner's hand.

"Here, these two hundred dollars are your reward for your hard work."

Remember to send them all out. If they dare to treat them as waste paper and sell them, we'll burn your newspapers!

The shop owner's eyes lit up, and he was overjoyed to receive the two hundred dollars for free.

"Absolutely! Even if I have to pay out of my own pocket, I'll deliver all these magazines today!"

The young man leading the van gave the boss a meaningful look. Once all the magazines were unloaded from the van, he waved for people to get in and drove off towards the newspapers and magazines along Queen's Road.

"Damn! Is the competition for business among magazines really this bad now?"
A hardcover magazine for fifteen dollars, given away for free, I couldn't resist taking a few peeks to see what juicy content was in today's issue.

After watching the van drive away, the boss muttered something, then picked up a magazine, tore off the cover, and glanced at it.

With just one glance, he realized that those two hundred dollars weren't so easy to earn...

A sudden chill ran down the spine, and the shop owner immediately dropped the magazine in his hand. He then quickly ran into the newsstand, grabbed a case of bottled water that he had prepared to carry out and sell.

He grabbed a bottle, unscrewed the cap, and hurriedly rinsed his eyes with water while cursing.

"Fuck your mother the hell out of your head! Fatty Li has gone mad, actually personally engaging in this kind of thing, isn't he afraid of being punished by heaven and earth?!"

As dawn broke, early risers began to pass by the newsstand.

But today, everyone, regardless of whether they're a pervert or not, was drawn to the cardboard sign hanging outside the newsstand.

The sign prominently displayed four large characters: "Completely Free".

"Uncle, is it really all free?"

The owner of the newsstand leaned against the windowsill, looking somewhat listless.

"Yes, it's all free, but only one copy per person!"

"I'll take a look. Is there really such a good deal? Then give me a copy to read first."

"Take it yourself, but I'm telling you first, you can't return it once you take it."

"I've never heard of someone spitting out food they've already eaten."

sizzle-

As the sound of a magazine's plastic film cover being torn rang out, the shop owner couldn't help but sigh, turning his head away, unable to bear looking at it for a moment.

Nothing unexpected happened next.

"Ugh! Ugh—"

"Fuck you!!"

……

At eight o'clock in the morning, inside Jiang Tiansheng's villa in the East Half Hill Villa District.

When Jiang Tiansheng took the magazine from Chen Yao, he glanced at it, then grinned and threw it on the ground.

Chen Yao couldn't help but ask, "Mr. Jiang, isn't Wo Luen Shing going too far this time?"
"If things continue like this, how will Fatty Li ever be able to show his face in public again?"

It took Jiang Tiansheng a while to recover before he directly addressed the maid who was cleaning the restaurant.

"Aunt Wu! Quickly throw this thing out and set it on fire!"

The maid put down her work and came over. She glanced at the magazine on the ground, bent down to pick it up, and was about to open it to take a look when she heard Jiang Tiansheng shout.

"Don't look at it! Take it out right now and burn it!"

"Okay, Mr. Jiang."

After dismissing the maid, Jiang Tiansheng turned his gaze to Chen Yao.

"Back when Fatty Li offended He Yaozong, I went to warn him."

I also spoke with He Yaozong on the phone, and he promised me he wouldn't kill Fatty Li.

"Now it seems better to just let Fatty Li die!"

Even the multi-brained Chen Yao was at a loss for how to respond to Jiang Tiansheng at this moment.

If Wo Shing hadn't given Chiang Tin-sang face, it would have been quite a show of respect for Chiang Tin-sang, considering that Fat Lai had ruined such a big business deal for Ho Yiu-chung.

To say that Ho Yiu-chung gave Chiang Tin-sang face...

Just as Jiang Tiansheng said, it would be better to kill him with one blow!
Most importantly, this whole mess was caused by Fatty Lai himself. A gang leader messed things up and ended up getting involved with a major triad like Wo Luen Shing.

No matter how much trouble the other party causes him, Hung Hing has no reason to cause them any trouble.

Chen Yao sighed and finally had no choice but to say something.

"It's better to resolve conflicts than to let them fester. Fatty Li has only himself to blame."

I think the most urgent thing is to quickly contact Tong Wo Luen Shing and bring Fatty Lai back.

I heard he's still being held in Sham Shui Po. I'm worried that Ho Yiu-chung might not feel satisfied yet, and then...

Chen Yao couldn't bring himself to say what he was about to say.

Jiang Tiansheng rubbed his temples and could only nod.

"Come with me to Sham Shui Po later. I'll personally go and get Fatty Lai back. That'll be giving him face."

"Also, there's a business deal I'd like to discuss with Ho Yiu-chung."

Chen Yao understood: "Mr. Jiang, are you referring to the casinos in Macau?"

"That's right, the gambling license issued in Macau belongs to a resort hotel on Rua do Cunha in Taipa."

If we could secure the exclusive rights to the entire gaming room from the gambling tycoon, this would definitely become one of the top gaming rooms in Macau!

"Unfortunately, while gaming licenses are easy to obtain, junket business is hard to come by."

Chen Yao sighed, finally understanding what Jiang Tiansheng meant.

The system of booking private rooms has been in place for more than a year or two.

However, as Chen Yao just said, obtaining the operating rights of the gambling license from the Ho family is easy, but dealing with those junket operators in Macau is extremely difficult.

The Ho family maintained two major triads in Macau: the Number Gang, led by Broken Tooth Koi, and the Wo On Lok, led by Water Room Lai.

These two triads control more than 80% of the junket business in Macau, and they often clash over it.

However, whenever an outside triad breaks into Macau and tries to get a share of the pie from the Ho family, the two triads will always be surprisingly united and determined to drive the outsiders out before dealing with the internal disputes in Macau.

Therefore, although the casino room booking system was introduced, the Ho family's business was not significantly affected.

Stanley Ho remains the undisputed king of gambling in Macau, enjoying his zenith!

But as long as a place has enough profit, it will always attract people to flock there.

For example, Sun Kee has tried to get involved in the junket business in Macau more than once, but without exception, all attempts have been thwarted by the two major triads in Macau.

In the past two years, after Four-Eyed Dragon went to prison, Sun Kee gradually became more restrained. After Four-Eyed Dragon was released from prison, he never mentioned returning to Macau to run a gambling license again.

But just because Xinji doesn't want to, doesn't mean Jiang Tiansheng doesn't want to!
His current plan is to combine the strength of the two major triads on Hong Kong Island and do everything he can to carve out a piece of territory from Macau.

He Yaozong, who has always been aggressive in his approach, became his first choice for cooperation.

Sham Shui Po, Wo Tai Tea House.

He Yaozong also got up quite early today, as if he had already put the matter of Fatty Li out of his mind.

He plans to meet with Tommy Judy and hold another press conference in Central.

At that time, I will announce the preliminary plan for the Lok Fu Estate resettlement project in my capacity as the owner of Heng Yiu Properties.

After all, when you're out in the world, you give yourself your own identity.

He can act without restraint in handling gang affairs, but he still needs to cultivate a good reputation in his legitimate business.

"Brother Yao, is Chiang Tin-sang from Hung Hing here?"

Just as He Yaozong was about to review the speech that Xiao Hui had prepared for him the night before, Xiwei knocked on the office door and said the following.

"He's here to take someone back? If so, bring Fatty Li over and have him take him back!"

"No, Brother Yao, Jiang Tiansheng said he has some business matters he wants to discuss with you."

(End of this chapter)