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

Chapter 159 This shit-eating dog is meddling in catching mice too?

"Mr. He, as far as I know, your true identity is the head of the Triad organization."

As the head of the Hong Kong Island triad and the Luen Shing Society, don't you think that your constant criticism of Hong Kong's democracy and freedom is somewhat incongruous with your identity?

After a brief discussion in the hall, a sudden male voice came from below.

He Yaozong frowned slightly, looked down, and saw a short male reporter craning his neck in the crowd, asking this pointed question.

"Friend, which TV station are you from?"

"I'm not a TV reporter, I'm a reporter from Melbourne Pearl Media!"

"Oh, so it's a media mouthpiece that Hysan Development Company keeps overseas."

I heard from someone that your newspaper is doing poorly and is on the verge of bankruptcy.

I'm curious, who sponsored your trip to Hong Kong Island? Does your Pearl Media Group cover your round-trip airfare?

Faced with He Yaozong's biting sarcasm, the reporter couldn't help but blush.

But still, she stubbornly forced her way to the front of the stage.

"Mr. He, you're holding a press conference here. Does that mean we, Mingzhu Media Group, are not qualified to ask you questions just because our business is so bad?"

"You're right, everyone is qualified to conduct interviews, except for your Mingzhu Media Group!"
This shit-eating dog is even meddling in catching mice! What did you just ask? Come closer, and I'll ask you again!"

He Yaozong was known for his outrageous remarks, and Le Huizhen, who had been assisting the director in guiding the filming from the audience, quickly coughed upon hearing this.

He then reminded him, "Mr. He, I must remind you that we are currently broadcasting live."

Your speech can be heard throughout Hong Kong Island in real time, so you... might need to be a little careful with your words..."

He Yaozong smiled and nodded at Le Huizhen, then snapped his fingers and beckoned to the reporter whose face was flushed.

"Come on, let's continue with the question we just asked. Please repeat what you asked earlier!"

"Just ask!"

The reporter steeled himself and suddenly raised his voice.

"Mr. Ho, I'm telling you, you come from a Hong Kong triad background. What right do you have to criticize Hong Kong's democracy and freedom!"

"Good question."

He Yaozong said, "This reporter keeps saying that I am a member of a triad, so I would like to ask you a question."

Do you know how many triad members there are on Hong Kong Island?

"There are at least hundreds of thousands of them, all because you gang leaders recruited and built up so many gangsters!"

Are you from Hong Kong Island?

"No, I am an Australian citizen!"

"If you're not from Hong Kong Island, why are you calling your mother? You're an Australian, are you trying to expel the Hong Kong citizenship of hundreds of thousands of community members?!"

He Yaozong's sharp gaze forced the reporter to look up and meet his eyes. He then turned his gaze to the crowd and put on a smiling face.

"This gentleman just mentioned that I am a member of the club, and I acknowledge that."

But I don't really agree with his claim that I'm a member of the mafia.

I'd like to ask you all, have you ever seen a triad that invests billions of dollars in welfare and housing planning for the underprivileged?

This is an undeniable fact. Even the Political Department cannot verify what kind of return Ho Yiu-chung was seeking by investing so much money in grassroots charity.

Ho Yiu-chung continued, "I actually have a different opinion on the term 'society'."

We and Luen Shing were originally a triad composed of coolies who made a living at the docks.

The purpose of establishing the association is to help each other and share the burden of making a living.

I disagree with being labeled a triad criminal organization. No matter what, we are just a group of Hong Kong Island citizens sticking together for mutual support!

"No one is born to join a triad, and it's impossible for every Hong Kong Island resident's father to be a billionaire!"
I grew up in a public housing estate, and I was crammed into a small, low-rent apartment of less than 10 square meters since I was a child.

I also grew up in hardship and know how difficult it is for the residents of public housing estates. So after I became successful, I invested some money in the hope of improving the living environment of the underprivileged. I wanted to do my part.

However, this has also affected the interests of some people. If you are willing to listen, I could talk to you about it for a whole day and night!
Before holding this press conference today, I had heard some rumors that someone wanted to take this opportunity to deport me.

Now, in front of all my media friends, I would like to ask a question: Where do they want to expel me, a citizen born and raised on Hong Kong Island?
"Going to England!"

"Good! Well said!"

Among the crowd, reporters from Macau had already begun to applaud and shout.

Then, people began to cheer one after another, and soon thunderous applause filled the hall.

He Yaozong knew that the people who led the applause were probably the people Shi Yong had arranged to cover for him.

He Yaozong no longer needs their help; he has now firmly grasped the direction of public opinion.

No matter how you put it, ever since the Sino-British Joint Declaration was published, Hong Kong people governing Hong Kong has been an unshakable ironclad rule.

If foreigners dare to violate this ironclad rule, they will be met with a powerful punch.

They don't have the guts, nor the confidence!

Otherwise, they wouldn't have secretly caused so much trouble.

In this battle of public opinion, whoever can best leverage the influence of the people of Hong Kong will truly be invincible!

He Yaozong was clearly not finished speaking.

He waved his hand to signal the scene to quiet down, then looked at the bewildered reporter.

"Sir, you've finished asking your questions. Now I'd like to ask you something."

You just said I'm not qualified to judge human rights and freedoms in Hong Kong. Then let me ask you, doesn't your prohibition against my right to speak out also violate your so-called human rights and freedoms?

"Furthermore! Do you even know what your company, Mingzhu Media, started by?"

His mother trafficked opium, and opium was used to feed on the blood and bones of Chinese people in Chinese territory!

A century has passed, and they have transformed themselves into respected tycoons, building villas, publishing newspapers, and finding all sorts of ways to make money in Hong Kong.

"These kinds of people dare to point fingers and criticize me for not understanding human rights?!"

The situation on the scene was completely out of control.

Many reporters, while taking photos, also arranged for people to take shorthand notes.

Everyone knows what kind of public opinion earthquake Hong Kong Island will face after this reception!

Because Ho Yiu-chung completely exposed the inexplicable hatred in the hearts of the lower classes in Hong Kong.

They were living a pretty good, albeit miserable, life when suddenly someone jumped out and told them – you could have lived a better life.

It's just that some bastards, stepping on your backs and spending your benefits, are making your peaceful life a thing of the past...

This press conference ended even faster than the press conference held by the police department.

Because all the questions that needed to be asked had already been asked by the BBC reporter.

He Yaozong dares to say anything to outsiders, acting as if he's ready to fight to the death.

Those with ulterior motives no longer dared to direct their anger at the Hong Kong British government.

As for those responsible for covering for Ho Yiu-chung, it seems there's even less reason for them to ask any questions.

……

"Governor, we can't delay any longer!"

Ho Yiu-chung must be expelled! Keeping someone like him on Hong Kong Island will only bring disaster for generations to come!

Upper Albert Road, Central, inside Government House.

Watching the TVB news broadcast on the television, Cai Yuanqi could no longer contain himself and spoke to Wei Yixin, who was sitting next to him.

A dog that bites is always more anxious than its master.

Wei Yixin, on the other hand, appeared much calmer.

“Cai, you just heard it yourself, Ho Yiu-chung is an indigenous person of Hong Kong Island. Where do you plan to expel him?”

"This……"

"He had nowhere else to go but Stanley Prison."

Tsai, let this matter rest. Hong Kong Island will face significant public pressure going forward.

I suggest you bring back those Vietnamese refugees who escaped. If they cause trouble outside, I'm afraid you, as the Commissioner of Police, might have to resign!

Cai Yuanqi was immediately shocked.

“Governor, I…”

“Cai, there’s nothing we can do about it.”

Even I think what Ho Yiu-chung said makes a lot of sense. What do you think those citizens will think?

We didn't lose to He Yaozong in terms of public opinion; we lost to the unseen forces behind him, and to the real money he offered!

Foreigners have always been like this: discarding a tool after it has served its purpose.

In just a few words, Wei Yixin had already hinted that if the situation got out of control, Cai Yuanqi would have to step forward and take the blame.

The most important thing now is to quickly bring back all the Vietnamese who escaped.

Then the police force gradually withdrew from the public opinion storm, in order to prevent the citizens of Hong Kong Island from believing that the refugee riot in Silvermine Bay was orchestrated by their police force. ...

Back in Wan Chai, it was already time for the police to finish their shift.

Cai Yuanqi made a phone call to Li Mingda, who was in charge of operations at the police department, and asked him to stay and work overtime.

"Mingda, you've seen the news?"

"I see!"

"If He Yaozong is so eloquent, why didn't he become a lawyer?"

"Officer Choi, this loser is risking his life."

I think it's best not to get involved in his affairs anymore. How are we going to handle this now?

Cai Yuanqi sighed: "Mr. Wei Yixin has already instructed me that this matter must be handled discreetly."

He will be responsible for appeasing Ho Yiu-chung and will also apply to the British authorities for a Queen's commendation order to recognize his contributions to the grassroots citizens of Hong Kong Island, in an effort to calm him down first..."

Li Mingda frowned: "You applied for a commendation order, so you don't plan to deal with He Yaozong?"

If he falls into your hands, Inspector Choi, wouldn't that be a slap in the face to the Queen?

"Times have changed, as Mr. Wei Yixin has already mentioned, and we should distinguish between what is important and what is not."

As for whether or not we slap the Queen in the face, that's none of our police department's business!

"So, Inspector Cai, what are you planning to have me do?"

"Go outside and arrest them! So many Vietnamese guys have escaped, don't tell me you haven't caught a single one yet!"

Li Mingda shrugged: "If I had known you would come and ask me to handle this matter, don't worry, of the more than two hundred refugees, one hundred and eighty-five have already been captured."

"There are still more than sixty of them!"

"Keep looking, don't worry. I've even sent out the trumpet player from the Silver Band to provide support."

I'll search every inch of Hong Kong Island and find every single one of these Vietnamese bastards!

Cai Yuanqi said worriedly, "You know best, Li Mingda, I'm warning you."

If any of these Vietnamese bastards manage to get into any serious trouble, you and I will both be implicated!
Mr. Wei Yixin has warned us that if we're not careful, both of us will be stripped of our skin!

After leaving Cai Yuanqi's office, Li Mingda couldn't help but mutter a curse under his breath.

"Damn it! I told you not to mess around like this, and now things are out of control, and you're dragging me down with you!"
I'm afraid that when the time comes, I might be willing to take off these clothes, but you, Cai Yuanqi, might not be!

……

Tseung Kwan O, a retro-style tenement building filming location.

Yin Tianchou is rehearsing a scene with a director.

"That's not right, Director. In my opinion, although Mr. He said that the movie should be as realistic as possible, it is still a movie after all, and some artistic embellishment is necessary."

I think when Lee Hysan was shot and fell to the ground, the first shot should have hit his chest, not his head.

This allows for a close-up of the character's expression, which in turn sparks the audience's imagination.

During this period of filming, the director who was temporarily hired was almost driven crazy by Yin Tianchou.

This guy is always offering his own opinions on filming, yet the investors give him an alarming amount of power.

While it must be said that Yin Tianchou does have his own unique insights, it also made the director wonder whether he was the director or Yin Tianchou was the director!

If it weren't for the hundreds of thousands in reward, he would have quit long ago!

"Mr. Yin, the movie is about to wrap up filming, so whatever you say goes, okay?"

But can you be realistic? If someone is shot five times, how can they have time to say anything about their dying words?

The gunman came prepared to kill, yet he avoided shooting at the head and instead aimed for the body. Wasn't that just plain stupid?

"That makes sense, director. How about this: the first shot is in the chest, and after the protagonist falls to the ground, cut to a close-up shot, giving the character two or three seconds to express the character's emotions from greed to panic to regret."

Then cut to the shot of the gunman pulling the trigger at the protagonist's head. How does that sound?

"Okay! We'll do it your way!"
Scene 44, Shot 53, Action!

Just as the director was about to shout "Action!", a group of people suddenly walked into the set.

Upon seeing the newcomer, everyone on set immediately put down what they were doing.

Even Yin Tianchou, who was already getting into character, quickly stood up straight and bowed to the person who came with a smile.

"Hello, Mr. He!"

"Okay, all is well!"
I heard the movie is almost finished filming, so I came over tonight specifically to see you all and to say hello. You've all worked so hard.

As He Yaozong spoke, he walked up to Yin Tianchou, then waved his hand, and Xiwei, who was following behind him, immediately carried a nylon bag to the center of the set.

"Each person received a red envelope containing 1,888 yuan, and everyone in the crew got one!"
After filming wraps up and everyone receives their red envelopes, everyone will head to the Lung Kong Restaurant in Tsim Sha Tsui for the wrap party!

"Great!"

"Mr. He is really showing off!"

……

Taking advantage of the lively atmosphere, He Yaozong pulled Yin Tianchou aside.

"Tianchou, I haven't been following up on the filming of the movie for a while."

"Tell me honestly, how well was this movie made?"

Yin Tianchou replied confidently, "Mr. He, the film was shot entirely according to your requirements."

Although I made some artistic adjustments, I just assured you that the overall theme and tone have not changed.

This character is so wicked it's rotten to the core. Sometimes when I stand in front of the mirror at night, I can't even accept myself!

Do you know what kind of movie you're making?

This film is very likely not to be shown in cinemas on Hong Kong Island, and you might even face a ban from the Hong Kong Island Film Services Department!

Yin Tianchou lowered his head and pondered for a long time.

Finally, he firmly replied, "Mr. He, a qualified actor only needs one satisfying work in their lifetime!"

If it weren't for you, I might have spent my whole life playing minor roles.

Even if I'm blacklisted, so what? I need to live up to your trust!

Upon hearing this, He Yaozong smiled and patted Yin Tianchou on the shoulder.

"You're sure to become famous!"

……

9:30 p.m., Chaguoling.

Qiu Gang'ao once again stepped into this dimly lit dormitory area and found Qu Wan Gui, the person in charge of the area.

"You have no idea how much I've missed you since you last came to visit."

Ah Ao, I heard you've started a business with the head of Wo Luen Shing; you have a bright future ahead of you!

Inside that detached house in Cha Guo Ling, Qiu Gang'ao felt that every time he met the ghost, it was as if he was counting those loose banknotes.

"Ghost, I've come to give you a heads-up. There are some people you shouldn't take in; it's best not to."

Taking them in might bring you trouble!

Upon hearing this, Qu Wangui dropped the banknotes in his hand and looked at Qiu Gang'ao, who had a cold expression.

"Are you teaching me how to do things? Do I need to ask your permission before I can take in anyone?"

So you're saying you're determined to take these Vietnamese guys in?

"If you give me food, I'll do anything for you. Why shouldn't I take you in?"

Hey, let me tell you, do you know about human trafficking of drugs? Go to a public housing estate, find a loser, and you'll have to pay at least two thousand dollars.

But when I found these Vietnamese guys and gave them two hundred dollars for a bowl of noodles with luncheon meat and egg, they fought tooth and nail for it!

After Qu Wangui finished speaking, he glanced at Qiu Gang'ao with a cold smile.

He immediately said, "I know what you're going to say next, using Wo Shing Wo to pressure me?"

However, I also want to warn you, don't think that just because you bought so much explosives from me before, I don't know what you did with them.

Use your brain, will you? I also buy newspapers to read!

In short, if you make things difficult for me, I might say something I shouldn't. Ah Ao, don't block my way!

Qiu Gang'ao's eyes revealed a strong murderous intent, which was clearly noticed by Qu Wangui.

"What? We're brothers who came out of the same prison, are you trying to kill me to silence me?"

"no!"

Qiu Gang'ao concealed the murderous intent in his eyes and then gave a faint smile.

“I’ll do you another job. Name your price and then send these Vietnamese guys out of Cha Kwo Ling.”

(End of this chapter)