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

Chapter 122 He loves making money and chasing women.
"Huizhen, let's not go in. It's very dirty and messy inside!"

An interview vehicle was parked outside Kowloon Walled City.

Sitting in the car was a TVB interview director, who was looking somewhat guilty at the Walled City in front of him, and said this to a beautiful reporter named Lok Wai-ching who was about to get off the car.

"Director, isn't the purpose of journalism to seek the truth?"

Lok Hye-jung blinked and asked the interview director.

"If you want to know the truth, you can just go to Lok Fu Estate for an interview."

Hey, the Lee family has already spoken to Mr. Shao. We need to give Po Leung Kuk some face, but we shouldn't delve too deeply into the implications.

"I'll just go through the motions at Lok Fu Estate later!"

Lok Wai-ching raised her wrist and glanced at the time.

Then he said, "There are still two hours until the interview at Lok Fu Estate."

"A secret investigation of the walled city won't cause us any trouble!"

"Forget it, since you're keen on going to the walled city for undercover investigations, I can only advise you to be careful."

Don't stay inside too long; this isn't news worth digging into!

The interview director yawned, then rolled up the car window and ignored Yue Huizhen.

Lok Wai-ching didn't say much. She shook her head, looked back at the old fortress, and then walked inside alone.

Journalists should strive for factual accuracy in their reporting, but even more importantly, they should strive for news that is appealing to the public.

From the moment she received the interview invitation from Po Leung Kuk, Lok Wai-ching volunteered to take on the interview.

As a competent journalist, she keenly grasped the topicality of this interview.

With a population of several million, the ever-rising property market is a pain that ordinary citizens cannot avoid!
Now, Hengyao Real Estate has suddenly appeared, joining forces with Huasheng Real Estate to build resettlement housing with a scale three times larger than the market average. Le Huizhen always felt that there was a lot of juicy gossip to be uncovered here.

She firmly believes that the rich will not extend the purest kindness to the common people for no reason.

If so, then there must be some unspeakable secret involved!

Upon entering the walled city, Lok Wai-ching discovered that, apart from being a bit crowded and dirty, it wasn't as chaotic as she had imagined.

At least on the surface, this place looks like just a relatively backward old town.

Upon entering a tea restaurant, the owner immediately came out from behind the counter to greet you.

It wasn't lunchtime yet, and the tea restaurant was empty. The owner nodded to Lok Wai-ching and then spoke.

"Young lady, judging from your appearance, you don't seem to be here for a meal, do you?"

Lok Hye-ching couldn't help but laugh self-deprecatingly.

"Uncle, how did you figure that out?"

"That goes without saying. Looking at the watch on your wrist, you could easily get seventy or eighty thousand dollars back if you took it to a pawn shop."

"This walled city isn't like the outside world. When you walk past this street later, you'd better hide all your valuables, or you'll get robbed!"

After saying that, the boss shook his head again.

"No, a girl as pretty as you shouldn't come here alone."

Upon hearing her boss's words, Yue Huizhen couldn't help but feel a sense of panic.

But I still mustered up the courage to ask, "Why would I get robbed if I walked down this street?"

The boss immediately smiled knowingly and invited Yue Huizhen to sit down on a woven chair before beginning his explanation.

"You don't understand. This used to be Brother Qiu's territory. Later, Brother Qiu sold all the land deeds to Wo Luen Shing."

Mr. Ho, the head of Wo Luen Shing, thought highly of us neighbors.

He said he wanted to communicate with the municipal government to demolish the walled city here, and then build resettlement housing for us poor people in Lok Fu Estate.

Nobody dares to cause trouble here anymore, but I can't say what might happen if you walk down this street!

Yue Huizhen couldn't help but chuckle softly.

"Uncle, why are you telling me all this?"

The shop owner couldn't help but ask in surprise, "What, aren't you a TV reporter here to do an interview?"

"Oh? How did you know I'm a TV reporter?"

The boss couldn't help but chuckle, then pointed to the logo on Lok Wai-ching's clothes.

"Next time you come in for an undercover investigation, please change into work clothes before you come in."

"Damn, when did you journalists become so careless?"

Lok Wai-ching then realized that because she had left in a hurry and her mind was filled with fear of Kowloon Walled City, she had forgotten to change her work clothes.

With an awkward laugh, Yue Huizhen simply asked the question.

"Uncle, since you know I'm a reporter, I won't hide it from you anymore."

I'm curious, Heng Yiu Properties spent so much money building resettlement housing for you in Lok Fu Estate, don't you really have to pay any price for it?"

The boss was taken aback.

"What price can we pay? We can't find a single extra piece of flesh on our bodies. We'll be thanking God if we can move out of the city in this lifetime."

"Let alone the fact that Mr. He doesn't require us to pay any price, even if we were willing to pay any price, we might not have anything that would be of interest to him."

"In other words, they didn't sign any labor contracts or lease agreements with you."

Are these resettlement houses all considered as a free gift from him?

Uncle, I just can't quite believe it. You know, these houses and land deeds in Kowloon Walled City don't belong to you!"

These words made the shop owner's face darken, and he also gave up the idea of ​​going to the freezer to get a cold drink for Lok Wai-ching.

"You little girl are so insensible!"

Do you think Mr. He is the kind of petty person who covets fame and fortune?
Let me tell you, most of the people who can gather in the walled city are destitute people with a miserable life and nowhere else to turn!

Mr. He was able to lead us out of the walled city, and we would give him our lives for him. We would accept any request he might make!
Don't even think about digging up any dirt on Mr. He here. I advise you to leave as soon as possible if you don't have anything to do!

Seeing that her boss was angry, Lok Wai-ching quickly waved her hand.

"Uncle, please don't be angry. I was just curious and came to take a look."

If what you say is true, I will write an article when I get back, truthfully reporting on this incident involving Hengyao Real Estate.

"That's more like human language, but you journalists love to exaggerate!"

I'm warning you, Mr. He is like a bodhisattva to us.

If you dare to report anything recklessly after you get back, be careful the residents of the Walled City might rush out and burn down your TV station!

Lok Wai-ching couldn't help but feel ashamed; she truly lived up to the reputation of Kowloon Walled City.

Even an ordinary, bald old man can speak with extreme irritability.

She now felt that this was not a place a weak woman like herself could come to casually.

However, since she had already come all this way, Lok Hye-ching was really unwilling to give up without finding out the truth.

She stood up, politely apologized to the owner, and walked out of the tea restaurant.

She then went to several other places on the street to conduct research.

This time, however, she was smarter. She entered the room and openly stated her identity, saying that she was there on behalf of He Yaozong to conduct an interview.

The results were surprisingly consistent. Even the impatient dog farm owner, who was like a shrimp tycoon, would immediately become respectful upon hearing the name He Yaozong.

He praised Ho Yiu-chung as a benevolent figure, not only spending a lot of money to help them build resettlement housing in Lok Fu Estate, but also reducing their rent in Lung Shing by half during this period.

It was already dark when I came out of Kowloon Walled City.

With her head down, Lok Wai-ching walked thoughtfully to the interview vehicle parked by the roadside.

Knocking on the car door, the interview director, who had already taken a nap, immediately opened the door.

He rubbed his eyes, still half asleep, and looked at Yue Huizhen.

"So, did the interview yield any results?"

"Let's go, Director, to Lok Fu Estate."

"Never mind, the interview has already started."

"If we go there now, the interview will probably be over. We should just drive back. Anyway, the higher-ups said this interview is insignificant. Tonight, I'll have Mike and the others write something to get by."

Le Huizhen couldn't help but purse her lips: "Director, isn't your work attitude a bit too negative?"

"negative?"

Upon hearing Yue Huizhen's remarks, the director immediately sat up.

"Huizhen, speak with conscience!"

I know that you are the most motivated person in the news department and are highly regarded by the radio station's superiors.

But don't you think about it? Every time there's a truly big news story, it's me working overtime behind the scenes to take care of things for you?
Whenever there are major cases or scandals involving celebrities or wealthy individuals in Hong Kong, I'm always the one personally driving and leading you all to the front lines.

This news story has no reporting value whatsoever. Tell me honestly, is it really that unreasonable for me to work an early shift?

Seeing the interview director pouring out his grievances to her, Lok Wai-ching had no choice but to say nothing more.

After all, the other party was her superior, and he usually looked after her. Making things difficult for him wouldn't do her any good. So, Lok Wai-ching got into the car, found her work bag in the back seat, took out her press pass and pinned it to her chest, then got out of the car and closed the door.

"Then you go back first, I'll take a taxi there myself."

Mike doesn't need to rush to finish tonight's script; I'll go back to the TV station and work overtime to finish it myself.
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At 8:30 p.m., Ho Yiu-chung was already at Lok Fu Estate, giving a rather bland interview.

Lok Fu Estate had made the news once before due to a violent land acquisition incident, but that was past its prime and no longer considered big news.

These reporters, entrusted by Po Leung Kuk, only asked Ho Yiu-chung a few questions casually, appearing unusually passive.

However, He Yaozong was too lazy to pay attention to them. He would arrange for someone to give each of these reporters a red envelope later, so he wouldn't be afraid that they would be unable to write anything tonight!
"Big D, let me ask you a question: how does it feel to be the development manager of a real estate company compared to being the boss of Tsuen Wan?"

Outside Lok Fu Estate, Ho Yiu-chung, surrounded by a group of henchmen, walked to the door of a Mercedes-Benz.

Accompanying him was Big D, dressed in a white suit.

Big D was overjoyed and replied casually, "Damn it, if you ask me what it's like to be the development manager, I only have one word to answer—awesome!"

"Brother Yao, I really have to thank you for taking care of our Tsuen Wan business. Without you, I'm afraid I would never know what it feels like to have forty million deposited into my account at once!"

The saying "Wealth moves people's hearts" will never be outdated.

Even though Big D was so obsessed with choosing a leader that he couldn't extricate himself, he has now been completely convinced by Ho Yiu-chung's repeated financial offensives.

What's the point of being a leader? Isn't it just to show off and gain more support from the boss?

Now that he's a big boss, whether he's in charge or not doesn't seem to matter that much anymore.

"Remember, Big D. Shuang Fan Dong is in Bao Le Fang. He might have some friction with the Number Gang soon."

"Your Tsuen Wan is close to that area, so if anything happens, remember to provide support to Shuangfan East."

"Leave it to me! Don't forget, in the entire Wo Luen Shing district, apart from Sham Shui Po, our Tsuen Wan gang has the most formidable fighters!"

Nodding to Big D, He Yaozong was about to get into the car when he suddenly heard an urgent shout from the side of the road.

"Wait a moment, Mr. He, please wait a moment!"

A group of henchmen immediately became alert, and at the same time, Ho Yiu-chung and Big D's eyes were also drawn to the newcomer.

A pretty woman was seen running out of a taxi parked by the roadside, waving and shouting urgently in their direction.

Big D leaned close to Ho Yiu-chung's ear.

"Hey, you're a girl? When did you find her? She's beautiful and has a great figure, she's hot!"

"She's prettier than your wife!"

He Yaozong waved his hand, signaling the henchmen blocking his way to move aside.

Lok Wai-ching ran up to Ho Yiu-chung, momentarily out of breath.

"Mr. He... I... I am..."

Ho Yiu-chung glanced down at the heaving chest and then waved his hand, saying, "I know, a TVB reporter."

There was no way around it; the place where Lok Wai-ching checked her ID was too conspicuous, so Ho Yiu-chung couldn't help but take a second look at it immediately.

After catching her breath, Lok Wai-ching managed a smile at Ho Yiu-chung.

"I'm sorry Mr. He, I'm late. Could I do you an exclusive interview?"

He Yaozong nodded and smiled, "An interview is no problem. After all, Miss, you're so hot, any man would be happy to chat with you for a while."

However, I have a habit: if I want to chat with someone I don't know privately, I have to undergo a body search.

"what?"

"Just kidding. Get in the car, let's find somewhere to chat!"

Upon glancing at the three characters '乐慧贞' on the witness document, Ho Yiu-chung dispelled his concerns.

He then opened the car door and moved Chen Luojun, who was sitting in the back seat, to the front passenger seat.

He Yaozong gestured to Le Huizhen to invite her.

Inside a private room on the second floor of the Jumbo Floating Restaurant.

Faced with the dazzling array of dishes ordered by Ho Yiu-chung, Lok Wai-ching couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.

"Mr. He, it is an honor that you have given me this opportunity for an exclusive interview."

But... I didn't bring much cash. If I order too much, I'm afraid I won't be able to pay for the meal later.

He Yaozong remained silent, but snapped his fingers, signaling the waiter who was sobering up to bring the decanter to the table. He then slipped the waiter a tip and sent him away.

Then Ho Yiu-chung took the wine glass in front of Lok Wai-ching and poured her a small half glass of dry red wine.

"Miss, I have two great hobbies in my life."

He has two interests: making money and picking up girls.

Back when I was working as a valet parking attendant in Causeway Bay, I earned 800 dollars a month, and I had to spend 500 dollars of it to treat girls to meals.

Although sometimes the girls had to pay for the room, I've never let a single girl pay for a meal!

Upon hearing this, Yue Huizhen blushed.

"Mr. He is quite witty, but I think we should talk about something more serious."

"No rush, let's drink this glass of wine first."

As he spoke, He Yaozong poured himself half a glass of red wine, swirled the glass, and then took a small sip.

He put down his wine glass and spoke again.

"As far as I know, Mr. Shao from your TVB used to be on good terms with the Lee family."

The property that I and Wah Shing developed in Kowloon Walled City happened to block Hysan Development's path to wealth.

"Why would you, Miss, think of doing an exclusive interview with me? Are you just trying to smear me?"

Lok Wai-ching immediately shook her head.

"Mr. He is really too kind to me. We junior reporters don't need Mr. Shao's personal attention to do our work."

"It's just that I visited Kowloon Walled City and greatly admired Mr. Ho's righteous act, so I wanted to add a little something to his good fortune."

"It seems you, a TV reporter, are quite extraordinary."

I'm even planning to pay for columns in those newspapers, but I don't know what price the TV stations are asking for.

"Mr. Ho, I am also a senior reporter at TVB. Every month, I have the right to apply to the news department to occupy a segment for hot news during the midday slot."

If Mr. Ho trusts me, he might as well tell me his motives for building the Lok Fu Estate resettlement project.

I'll try to schedule a time tomorrow for an interview with Mr. He, which will then be broadcast on television. I believe the effect will be just as good as a newspaper column!

He Yaozong's smile widened.

"Demolishing other people's houses and building resettlement houses for them is not a matter of course!"
I'm really curious, what do you think my motives are for spending money to renovate this resettlement house?

This question stumped Lok Hye-ching.

Yes, I've learned almost everything I needed to know.

The resettlement contracts for the Chengzui area have been signed, and Hengyao Real Estate has also fully paid the start-up funds for the resettlement project!

What other motive could He Yaozong have?
If we must say he had some motive, it would be that he was rich, kind-hearted, or perhaps he wanted to accumulate good karma.

No matter what it is, Lok Wai-ching cannot find any fault with it.

For a moment, her gaze toward He Yaozong was filled with admiration.

"It is truly rare and precious that Mr. He has such a heart for saving the world and helping the people."

This approach is remarkably similar to that of Mr. Shao from TVB, and I'm confident that this interview will receive strong support from the news department!

"Forget it, I'm not as noble as you make me out to be."

However, on the other hand, I feel that Ms. Yue Huizhen, you've gone to such lengths to do this interview with me, perhaps for some ulterior motive?

When He Yaozong saw through her thoughts, a hint of panic flashed in Le Huizhen's eyes.

"What do you mean by that, Mr. He? Isn't it perfectly reasonable for us journalists to publicize such a righteous act?"

"All crows are black, Miss, don't overestimate yourself."

Ho Yiu-chung laughed and said, "If I'm not mistaken, you know perfectly well that Hysan Development is holding onto the land around Kowloon Walled City and is making things difficult for me."

The reason for this interview is that I'm eager to hype up this incident.

Then you can use this opportunity to do long-term reporting on this commercial real estate battle, for at least a month, and you won't have to worry about running out of news, right?

Lok Wai-ching looked even more embarrassed and could only stammer a reply.

"Mr. He, how could you... how could you say that to me?"
I actually…

"Alright, after you finish your meal, leave me your business card."

I think you're quite charming. If there's any big news later, I'll definitely contact you immediately!

Before Lok Wai-ching could finish speaking, Ho Yiu-chung raised his wine glass and gestured to her.

Lok Wai-ching quickly composed herself, secretly relieved, and raised her glass, clinking it against Ho Yiu-chung's with a forced smile.

(End of this chapter)