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

Chapter 189 Are the defense measures of your Golden Shield Security made of paper?

"What's your name, sir?"

"Jackson Laukers!"

"Oh!"

He Yaozong responded calmly, and then spoke.

“We appreciate Blackwater International’s attention to Hengyao Security, but the security market on Hong Kong Island has its own unique characteristics. We understand the needs and cultural habits of local tycoons better.”

Hengyao's 'diamond-level' service is designed based on this deep understanding. If Mr. Jackson doesn't understand what I'm saying, let me put it more clearly—"

As he spoke, Ho Yiu-chung approached Jackson, and at the same time, the security guards around Ho Yiu-chung became alert.

But then He Yaozong spoke to Jackson, word by word.

"I don't even have enough money to spare for myself among the rich people on Hong Kong Island, so why would I let you, Blackwater, get a piece of the pie?"

The buzz-cut man, Jackson Kraus, frowned slightly. He hadn't expected this Asian businessman to so readily reject the offer from a world-class security company.

And the reason for the refusal was... so straightforward?

The person in charge of filming, Lok Wai-ching, couldn't help but put down her equipment and lean over to Ho Yiu-chung, whispering a reminder.

"Mr. He, would you like me to cut out those words you just said?"

"No need!"

He Yaozong waved his hand, then looked at Jackson with a half-smile.

The man simply chuckled and replied.

"Mr. He, I think you've misunderstood."

Blackwater International is not just a company that provides security services to its clients.

I think we still have a lot of business to discuss!

"Let's talk about it after the drill is over!"

He Yaozong chuckled and turned to the reporters: "Ladies and gentlemen, today's topic is the results of Hengyao and Jindun's exercise."

Regarding international cooperation, we are open to it, but only if it meets the actual needs of the Hong Kong market.

He paused for a moment, his gaze sweeping over Lucien, whose face was ashen: "The drills will continue, and we expect Golden Shield Security to demonstrate the professional standards it deserves."

After the press conference, He Yaozong left the scene under the escort of Hengyao security personnel.

That evening, in the executive suite on the 28th floor of the Peninsula Hotel, Ho Yiu-chung was discussing the angle of tomorrow's news report with Lok Wai-ching.

TVB and other television stations even created a special prime-time segment for this episode of their reality show.

Just like last night's Flying Tigers raid, it directly set a new record for viewership ratings for major TV stations in recent years.

TVB, in particular, which secured an exclusive interview with Ho Yiu-chung, has seen its ratings soar recently, making it the talk of the town.

Ring ring ring——

Just as the two were having a pleasant conversation, He Yaozong's phone suddenly rang.

I pressed the answer button and found that the call was from Qiu Gang'ao.

"Mr. He, the Blackwater International agents have broken into the Peninsula Hotel. I think their target is you. Should we send our bodyguards to intercept them?"

He Yaozong pondered for a moment, then replied.

"No need. For now, don't expose the danger lurking around me. Let's observe the situation first!"

"it is good!"

Less than two minutes after the phone call ended, there was a commotion outside the door, followed by a thud of something heavy falling to the ground, and several unexpected screams.

"what happened?!"

Lok Wai-ching jumped up and nervously grabbed Ho Yiu-chung's arm.

Ho Yiu-chung patted Lok Wai-ching on the shoulder, signaling her to relax.

The suite door was pushed open, and Jackson stood in the doorway with two Blackwater agents. Four Golden Shield security personnel lay unconscious on the ground.

Good evening, Mr. He.

Jackson walked in with a smile, as if barging into someone else's room was the most normal thing in the world.

"I'm sorry to meet you this way, but I have indeed said before that these security companies in Hong Kong are just a bunch of rabble."

Of course, your security company is an exception!

Lok Wai-ching subconsciously reached for the recording pen she carried with her. Jackson noticed this, but he didn't say anything.

Ho Yiu-chung remained expressionless and gestured for Lok Wai-ching to go to the bedroom in the suite to rest: "Mr. Klaus, trespassing is a serious crime in Hong Kong Island."

Even if you are a foreigner, you must abide by local laws.

Jackson shrugged. "We just did a small penetration test, and to be honest, Golden Shield's defenses are weaker than we expected."

He kicked the unconscious security guard on the ground: "With this level of security, how can you protect important figures?"

He Yaozong focused his gaze on Jackson.

"Tell me, what do you want after going to all this trouble to see me?"

"cooperate."

Jackson sat down on the sofa: "Sir, I know you have a shipment of weapons that has been seized in Africa, and you seem to be very interested in the arms trade."

As you know, Blackwater International has a very high-quality mercenary culture.

Every employee under our command is an elite selected from the Navy SEALs, Delta Force, and Alpha Group!

With our protection, I believe I can guarantee your arms deals will proceed smoothly in any part of Africa!

He Yaozong chuckled. He hadn't expected that the fake play he put on for Martin would be collected by Blackwater International's intelligence organization.

"So you weren't here for security business in Hong Kong. But I'm puzzled. As far as I know, Liberia is your territory, the territory of American arms dealers."

"You've actually reached into the pockets of American arms dealers just to make money?"

Jackson scoffed: "Sir, you should also know that Blackwater International also has a military background."

Yuri can do business with the rebel Andrei, and you can do business with the government army; there's no contradiction!

"To be frank, Andrei's troops are advancing relentlessly in the region. If the war ends too soon, it won't be good news for arms dealers!"

"So you wanted to have your cake and eat it too, Mr. Jackson. You Americans are just like the British, you really are a cancer!"

Jackson, who wasn't very familiar with Chinese to begin with, frowned upon hearing this.

"Mr. He, what do you mean by 'malignant tumor'?"

"It means a powerful type of tissue cell!"

"Oh! Thank you for your compliment!"

He Yaozong didn't continue the conversation. He walked to the minibar and poured himself a glass of whiskey.

He took a sip and then slowly said, "However... your words do indeed tempt me."

If you really want to prove your sincerity, why don't you do me a favor first?

Jackson raised an eyebrow: "What is it?"

"Tomorrow afternoon, I have an important shipment that needs to be transported from Hong Kong Island to Thailand."

However, according to my intelligence, this shipment might be hijacked by pirates en route. If Blackwater can ensure its safe arrival, I will seriously consider the possibility of cooperation.

A glint of light flashed in Jackson's eyes: "What goods? Risk level?"

"Someone will tell you the details. Of course, I may not have time to organize more people for the escort if you feel this operation is too dangerous..."

"Blackwater always embraces danger!"

Jackson stood up: "I look forward to our collaboration, Mr. He!"

After saying that, Jackson was about to leave when he heard He Yaozong add another sentence.

"Mr. Jackson, remember to leave me alive!"

"no problem!"

After the Blackwater men left, He Yaozong called Qiu Gang'ao, leaned against the balcony, and explained the situation to Qiu Gang'ao, urging him to contact Wen Jiasheng as soon as possible to explain his action plan to him.

The arrival of the Blackwater International people was somewhat unexpected, and he suspected that this might be a ruse orchestrated by Martin.

He is now demanding verification of Jackson's identity, not only his status as an employee of Blackwater International, but also whether he colluded with MI6 personnel!

After making the call, He Yaozong leaned against the balcony and smoked a cigarette.

He knocked on the blackout glass on the balcony and then turned back into the living room.

Only then did they realize that Lok Wai-ching had come out of the bedroom at some point and was taking notes.

"Mr. He, should I pretend I didn't see anything about what just happened?"

Upon seeing He Yaozong approach, Le Huizhen put down her pen and cautiously asked him a question.

"Don't you journalists prefer to seek the truth?"

"But not saying something doesn't mean you're lying, and there aren't any security cameras in the house anyway!"

"You're getting smarter and smarter!"

Lok Wai-ching shook her head and tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear.

"It's not that I've become smarter, I just feel... Mr. He has given me so many viral news stories."

Sometimes, I should set aside my so-called principles in front of Mr. He!

He Yaozong remained silent, but picked up another stemmed glass and poured half a glass of whiskey for Le Huizhen.

Lok Wai-ching held up her glass, hesitated for a moment, and then said, "Mr. Ho, may I ask you a personal question?"

"Go ahead and ask. I'm bored anyway, so I don't mind if you talk to me a little longer."

"Why did you choose the security industry? With your abilities, wouldn't you make more money in real estate or finance?" "Aren't I already in real estate?"

"That's different. I just did the math. Investing so much money to start a local security company, even if all the richest people in Hong Kong place orders with you, I don't think you'll be able to break even."

Or are you, Mr. He, really determined to make this kind of unprofitable deal?

He Yaozong took a big gulp of wine and laughed, "It's not exactly a losing proposition. Actually, my motivation for starting a security company is very simple."

One reason was that I was doing it for fun, and the other was to ensure my own safety.

Do you know what the greatest pain in life is? It's dying before you've spent all the money you worked so hard to earn!

Le Huizhen's eyes flickered, and finally she nodded in deep agreement: "That seems to make some sense..."

“Of course that makes sense. Just think about Li Jiacheng, I feel sorry for him.”

He Yaozong smiled and raised his glass in a gesture of respect: "But right now, what's giving me the biggest headache isn't business, it's how to deal with reporters like you who keep digging into everything."

You guys seem to have an endless stream of questions every day, all sorts of different kinds.

The two exchanged a smile, and the atmosphere became more relaxed.

As they clinked glasses and exchanged toasts, the atmosphere became slightly tipsy.

He Yaozong spoke again.

"Ms. Lok, do you know why I specifically chose you to do this behind-the-scenes interview with me when there are so many reporters on Hong Kong Island?"

Lok Wai-ching's eyes were glazed over, and she covered her face and giggled.

"You men are all the same, you just want to pick me up because I'm pretty!"

He Yaozong shook his head and sighed.

Yue Huizhen's expression immediately changed: "What, isn't that right?"

"You're right, but it's rare for a woman to be so clueless!"
If you put something like this so bluntly, it makes me lose the joy of pursuing it!

Slightly drunk, Lok Wai-ching suddenly stood up.

"Damn it! What's with all the fun and not fun?"
I'm already in my twenties, and I've never known what kind of fun you're talking about. Why don't you give me a go tonight and show me what real fun is!

After saying that, Yue Huizhen actually unbuttoned her khaki suit and awkwardly and laboriously took off her coat and shirt.

As Lok Wai-ching tossed her clothes onto the sofa next to her, Ho Yiu-chung clearly felt a fragrant breeze waft towards him.

His Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily as he saw Lok Wai-ching laughing drunkenly as she lunged at him.

"He Sheng, it's not easy to win over a man like you. Are you going to play the gentleman tonight?"
That's perfect, I'm coming!

……

Victoria Peak, in Martin's safe house.

"Sir, it's confirmed. The boat carrying Ho Yiu-chung's money will depart at 8 PM tomorrow!"

Wen Jiasheng spread several blurry photos on the table, then stood next to Martin, standing ramrod straight.

Martin examined the photo closely, a sinister smile creeping across his face. "Wen, sit down. Is this intelligence reliable?"

"Absolutely reliable, right? We'll find out when we take action tomorrow night!"

Martin smiled and nodded: "Alright, tomorrow night, let our men disguise themselves as pirates and intercept this cash on the high seas."

"Sir, I request to join this operation as well!"

"NONONO!"

Martin waved his hands repeatedly: "Wen, you have already done a great job!"

Since you are injured, you should stay here and rest for the time being.

Don't worry, when the time comes to reward those who made contributions, you'll definitely be the top contributor!

Wen Jiasheng remained calm and did not offer any further opinions.

He knew that Martin didn't fully trust him, but it didn't matter. By not going to the scene, he could avoid facing the cold gun barrels of those Blackwater International mercenaries and also avoid suspicion.

He hadn't expected that Martin would agree so readily to his suggestion of robbing ships on the high seas.

But upon further reflection, it becomes clear that the Anglo-Saxon empire, in essence, was a pinnacle of pirate civilization.

Making them do this kind of thing is a traditional skill that's ingrained in their bones.

……

The following day, the Hong Kong Island Daily featured a photo of Ho Yiu-chung on its front page.

The headline remains jarring: "Golden Shield Security Ineffective, Blackwater International Easily Breaches Defenses."

In the photo, Ho Yiu-chung has a mocking expression on his face, pointing to a close-up of a Golden Shield security guard lying unconscious on the ground.

Le Huizhen spread the newspaper out on the dining table of the Peninsula Hotel suite, a slight smile playing on her lips: "Mr. He, once this report of yours is published, Lucien will probably be furious."

"Where is this?"

He took a sip of black coffee: "Let's not talk about these things anymore. I can see you were really tired last night, so I'll make it up to you today."

After the reception this morning, would you be interested in taking a stroll around Central with me?

As she spoke, Yue Huizhen immediately vaguely recalled what had happened last night.

Thinking of the lewd things she had said under the influence of alcohol last night, Lok Hye-ching blushed with embarrassment.

"Mr. He, I have no idea what you're talking about!"
I drank too much last night. Did I do anything out of line?

"No, you were just howling like a wolf in your bedroom!"

……

At 10 a.m., He Yaozong met with reporters from the three newspapers again.

Under the flashing lights, he was impeccably dressed in a suit, with Lucien standing beside him, his face grim.

"Given the serious dereliction of duty by Golden Shield Security last night, the cooperation should have been terminated immediately."

He Yaozong looked around at the reporters below the stage and said in a firm voice: "I did not expect that the defense of Golden Shield Security Company was as fragile as a piece of paper, but considering the principle of fair competition, I have decided to give Golden Shield another chance."

Lucien's fingers clenched so tightly under the podium that they turned white, and his suit sleeves trembled slightly.

He Yaozong ignored him and continued, "At the same time, Hengyao's 'decapitation drill' against me will also officially begin."

I don't want people to say I'm just all talk; drills must be fair and impartial!

Reporters frantically documented the event, recognizing it as no longer just a business contest, but a life-or-death battle concerning dignity.

The press conference had just ended when Lucien grabbed He Yaozong's arm: "He Yaozong! Don't push your luck!"

He Yaozong gently brushed his hand away and whispered in his ear, "Sir, the business world is like a battlefield."

There can only be one security company on Hong Kong Island. If you admit defeat now, you can sell Golden Shield Security to me; perhaps we can recover some of our losses sooner!

"you!"

Lucien's eyes were bloodshot: "Fine! Let's see how you're going to convince me!"

He turned to his assistant and roared, "Mobilize all Level A security personnel and activate the 'Iron Wall' contingency plan!"

This was a desperate attempt to save face in front of a group of reporters. If He Yaozong was successfully "beheaded," then his Golden Shield Security would have no place in the industry.

At noon, the luxury shopping street in Central was bustling with people.

He Yaozong was in a good mood, and Le Huizhen began to openly hold his hand, with a tight human wall of eight Golden Shield security guards following behind them.

Further out, there were more than twenty plainclothes officers mingling in the crowd to keep watch.

"Mr. He, isn't this a bit too much of a show of force?"

Lok Hye-jung looked somewhat uncomfortably at the astonished gazes of the passersby around her.

You seem a little uncomfortable?

Yes!

Lok Wai-ching lowered her head and frankly said, "I'm afraid those gossip magazines will say I'm trying to climb the social ladder, they'll say I..."

"You're overthinking it. No magazine would dare to write such gossip!"

Ho Yiu-chung gripped Lok Wai-ching's wrist tightly, and in less than two hours, the two of them shopped at all the major luxury stores in Central.

During this period, the phrase He Yaozong said most often was "wrap it up".

"How about this one?" Yue Huizhen twirled around in the Dior fitting room, the burgundy fishtail skirt outlining her perfect curves.

"wrap up!"

The shopping spree continued into the evening. Back in her suite at the Peninsula Hotel, Lok Wai-ching slumped onto the sofa, surrounded by luxury gift bags.

"Mr. He, you're going to spoil me."

He Yaozong loosened his tie and sat down beside her: "Don't you like it?"

"love it!"

Lok Wai-ching's eyes were glazed over: "I like it so much that I'm afraid of losing it, because once I get it, I'm afraid of losing it!"

She suddenly turned and looked directly at Ho Yiu-chung: "What exactly do you want? My report? My body? Or..."

"All!"

He Yaozong's straightforward answer stunned Le Huizhen.

He gently stroked her cheek: "But what I want most is for you to come with me somewhere tonight!"

"Go...where?"

Lok Wai-ching's cheeks flushed slightly, and she lowered her head, as if she had thought of something she shouldn't have.

He Yaozong gave a faint smile.

"Don't overthink it. Grab your DV camera tonight, we have important business to do!"

(End of this chapter)