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

Chapter 200: Ask the Governor of Hong Kong, would he dare say that Hong Kong Island belongs to Britain?!

But Chen Fang'an, with a faint smile on her face, spoke again.

"First, starting from January 1st next year, the Hong Kong government will strictly enforce the minimum wage law, with a focus on monitoring industries with a high concentration of foreign workers, to ensure that no one can exploit your hard-earned money!"

Thunderous applause erupted, and many people stood up and cheered.

"Secondly, the Hong Kong government will allocate HK$5000 million to establish specialized legal aid centers in the foreign community to provide free legal support to all foreign citizens who have suffered discrimination and unfair treatment!"

Another round of cheers erupted. Chen Fang'an saw several representatives from the Indian Chamber of Commerce whispering among themselves, their faces showing satisfaction.

"Third, and most importantly—"

Chan Fong-on raised her voice, drowning out the noise, "The Hong Kong government will officially recognize and fund the establishment of the 'Hong Kong Island Foreign Community Workers' union, composed of representatives elected by various foreign communities, to directly report issues to the Chief Secretary and safeguard everyone's legitimate rights and interests!"

The announcement was like a bombshell, and the entire square instantly erupted in excitement.

People embraced each other, weeping with joy. A Filipino maid knelt on the ground, her hands clasped in prayer; several young South Asian men tossed their hats into the air and cheered loudly.

Chen Fang'an waited for a full three minutes before signaling everyone to quiet down.

Her voice became unusually gentle at this moment: "I know that these measures are far from enough."

Changing deep-seated prejudices takes time, but I assure you that starting tonight, Hong Kong Island will no longer be the Hong Kong Island it once was!
You are no longer 'outsiders,' but the true masters of this city!

Just as the atmosphere reached its climax, Chen Fang'an noticed that the advisor, Su, had quietly appeared at the edge of the square, observing everything with a gloomy expression.

Their eyes met briefly, and Chen Fang'an deliberately raised the document in her hand to him, revealing a victorious smile.

"Finally, I would like to show you a set of data."

Chen Fang'an switched the content on the large screen to display a set of charts.

"This is the population change in Hong Kong over the past decade. Currently, foreign residents account for 8% of Hong Kong's total population!"

And this proportion is growing rapidly. In other words, you are no longer a minority group, but a force to be reckoned with, and a very important part of Hong Kong society!

She stepped off the stage and into the crowd, shaking hands and hugging each foreign citizen.

Media reporters frantically pressed their shutters, capturing this brilliant political spectacle.

When Chen Fang'an returned to the stage to give her final summary, her voice trembled slightly with excitement.

"Governor Chris Patten asked me to tell everyone that no one on Hong Kong Island should be inferior because of their skin color, religion or origin."

Starting tonight, let's work together to build a fairer and more inclusive society on Hong Kong Island!

The entire audience rose to their feet, and the applause was thunderous and prolonged.

Chen Fang'an knew that tonight's operation had achieved success beyond expectations.

Just as he was about to leave the stage, an elderly Indian man stopped him.

Speaking excitedly to Chen Fang'an in heavily accented English, she said, "Madam, we've been waiting for this day for fifty years."

I came to Hong Kong Island with my father when I was ten years old. He later died in the process of fighting pirates. My family also shed blood on this land, but Hong Kong Island has almost never treated us as one of its own!

Thank you, thank you so much!

Chen Fang'an grasped the old man's wrinkled hand and softly replied, "No need to thank me, you deserve it."

As she walked out of the Chong'an Building, a light rain began to fall from the night sky.

Her assistant quickly followed and held up a black umbrella for her: "Secretary-General, the Governor's House called. Governor Peng is very satisfied with tonight's event."

Chen Fang'an nodded, her gaze fixed on the brightly lit Victoria Harbour in the distance.

She knew this was just the beginning—the curtain had only just been raised on the grand drama.

An unusual restlessness permeated the air on Hong Kong Island after New Year's Day.

He Yaozong stood before the floor-to-ceiling window of his villa on Bijia Mountain, a copy of the South China Morning Post clutched in his hand. The front page prominently featured the bold headline, "Expatriate Union Officially Established, Demanding Equal Relief Rights." A cold smile played on his lips as he casually tossed the newspaper onto the coffee table.

"Mr. He, the first batch of applications has been sent."

The clerk, Su, pushed open the door and entered, beads of sweat glistening in the morning light on his forehead.

"Thirty-seven relief applications from Vietnamese families, twenty-one housing subsidy requests from Filipino domestic workers, and forty-five public housing applications from Indian sailors' descendants—all as you requested—"

"Reject all of these requests except those from the Filipino domestic helpers!"

He Yaozong interrupted him without turning his head, his voice as cold as ice.

The advisor, Su, pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses: "But... the Chief Secretary has already spread the word that the Housing Estates Relief Department is a public welfare organization that serves the entire Hong Kong. If we refuse, it may have a very negative impact on our public image!"

After thinking for a moment, Master Su quickly added something else.

"Mr. He, times have changed. It's best not to lose the battleground of public opinion!"

"It's my money, I can give it to whomever I want."

He Yaozong turned around, a sharp glint in his eyes.

"Back when foreigners were making a fortune in Hong Kong, why didn't they mention taking care of these foreign ethnic groups?"

Now that they're about to be fired, they jump out and play the good guy? There's no such thing as a free lunch! They're even using my money to play the good guy?!

The advisor, Su, hesitated, then finally sighed: "Although Provincial Treasurer Huo De has not made a public statement, Chen Fang'an has hinted at it on several occasions..."

The Housing Estates Relief Department is, after all, a municipal agency and has an obligation to provide assistance as arranged by the Hong Kong government!

If we refuse, then a whole host of troubles will follow..."

"Let her come at me! Even Wei Yixin will have to get lost. She, a mere banana, dares to swagger in front of me?!"

He Yaozong sneered, "I'd like to see what kind of trouble this clown can cause!"

……

The news that the Housing Estates Relief Department refused to provide relief to foreign unions was like a bomb, instantly igniting the entire foreign community.

Chen Fang'an's speech was played repeatedly, and union leaders angrily waved the rejected application forms, stirring up emotions in the streets and alleys.

"This is blatant discrimination!"

"We work on Hong Kong Island and contribute to its development, so why can't we enjoy relief?"

"Who does Ho Yiu-chung think he is? A local tyrant on Hong Kong Island?"

"This is the Queen's Hong Kong Island, the British Hong Kong Island, not Ho Yiu-chung's Hong Kong Island!"

The outcry grew louder each day, while the Chief Secretary kept a perfectly good silence on the surface, letting the fire burn ever brighter.

Behind the scenes, at Huo De's request, Chen Fang'an had already begun preparing for a new round of demonstrations.

She clearly remembered how those foreigners from the Political Department died outside Kai Tak Airport.

I wonder how He Yaozong would handle facing such a situation.

"Chen, the Governor is right, you are indeed an excellent strategist!"
"Given He Yaozong's temperament, he would never sit idly by and let these foreign citizens cause trouble at Bijia Mountain!"

Since receiving guidance from Fat Peng and playing the coward for a while, Hod's life has become increasingly leisurely.

Today, a rare smile of satisfaction appeared on his face as he praised Chen Fang'an.

This made Chen Fang'an feel flattered and overwhelmed.

"Mr. Chief Secretary, actually it was mainly the Governor who gave good guidance; I was just a steadfast executor."

The Governor's plan is practically guaranteed to succeed. If Ho Yiu-chung can't swallow this insult, then he is denying the legitimacy of the Housing Estate Relief Department.

Moreover, if any foreign citizens are killed or injured, Ho Yiu-chung will inevitably be caught in an unprecedented media storm.

All his previous pretense of petitioning for the people will be completely exposed.

The Hong Kong government can then implement more restrictive measures against him, and he will no longer find any reason to resist the government's control over him!

"Good! Good!"

Hord gave a thumbs-up repeatedly; he was now completely convinced of Fat Peng's abilities.

This guy truly understands the Chinese. Having a reliable banana grower fight against the Chinese is much more convenient than the British getting involved themselves!

But there's no such thing as a foolproof plan in this world; only those who have cheated the system have the right to say that.

On the morning of the fifth day after New Year's Day, He Yaozong was awakened by a series of urgent telephone rings.

On the other end of the phone, the security supervisor of Hengyao spoke with a tense voice: "Mr. He, more than two hundred foreigners have gathered at the foot of Bijia Mountain, holding banners and heading towards the villa area!"

He Yaozong didn't even bother to sit up, a cold glint flashing in his eyes: "Notify the security team to provide reinforcements, and then call the police!"

After hanging up the phone, He Yaozong calmly washed up and changed his clothes, and even had the leisure to brew a pot of fine Longjing tea.

As he stood on the second-floor balcony and looked down, he saw a dense crowd of protesters blocking the road in front of the villa.

"He Yaozong, get out here!"

"Racist!"

"We demand fairness! We demand relief!"

"The Hong Kong government appointed you to head the Housing Estate Relief Department, and this is how you discriminate?!"

The chants grew louder and louder, and several excited young people even started throwing stones at the villa.

He Yaozong noticed that behind the crowd, several familiar faces were taking pictures of everything – reporters from the South China Morning Post and Sing Tao Daily.

He Yaozong took a sip of tea, a hint of mockery flashing in his eyes.

He calmly gave an 'OK' sign to the security team waiting at the door, then turned around indifferently and sat down on the sofa in the second-floor lobby.

click-

The heavy iron gate at the entrance of the villa was pushed open, and a team of Hengyao security personnel appeared in front of the villa, all wearing black uniforms and carrying various tools and walkie-talkies at their waists.

boom--

Without uttering a single word, the security guard leading the team opened the door and immediately fired a shot into the sky to prove he was armed. The sharp gunshot stunned most of the people, but a few informants bribed by the Provincial Administration Commissioner continued to stubbornly create chaos.

"Violent suppression!"

"Hengyao is going to kill someone!"

"Come on, kill me! Let the world see that He Yaozong's heart is black!"

He Yaozong, sitting in the hall, couldn't help but chuckle when he heard those words coming from outside the villa.

Whether his heart is black or not, does it need these scoundrels to say?

Amidst shouts, several masked young men suddenly rushed out of the crowd, wielding iron bars and charging towards the security team. A conflict was imminent.

boom--

Another gunshot rang out, followed by the throwing of tear gas.

The security captain leading the team held a gun in one hand and a megaphone in the other, issuing a stern warning.

"The first shot was a rubber bullet, the second shot was a real one!"

I'm warning you one more time: you're trespassing on private property and committing murder with intent. I'd kill you all!

Despite his words, three squads had already rushed forward and begun hand-to-hand combat with the rioting youths.

In terms of combat skills, these skilled guards, personally trained by Wang Jianjun to protect He Yaozong's home, could never be compared to those foreign youths.

Screams filled the air, and some even witnessed the young Vietnamese men, their heads bleeding, quietly leaving the scene and retreating down the mountain.

"stop!"

A sharp shout came from a loudspeaker in the distance, and three armored vehicles roared in, followed by more than twenty police officers who quickly got out and lined up.

To everyone's surprise, the team leader was none other than Liao Zhizong, the newly appointed supervisor of the Organized Crime and Triad Bureau.

"Everyone back off!"

Liao Zhizong held a megaphone, his voice authoritative.

"Sir, didn't you see Hengyao Security assaulting people?"

"I did not see anything!"

Liao Zhizong strode to the front of the crowd and, after briefly bringing the situation under control, spoke again.

"All I see is your illegal assembly and siege of a private residence, which is suspected of being an organized criminal activity."

I order you to disperse immediately, or we'll call for backup, and you'll all be coming back to the police station for tea!

Upon hearing this, many people present immediately considered leaving.

Many of them may not know how capable Ho Yiu-chung is, but many have witnessed the methods of the police officers.

Especially those from the Organized Crime and Triad Bureau (OCTB). If they fall into their hands, even if the newly established union manages to get them out, they will still suffer a lot!
Several men who appeared to be union leaders whispered among themselves, seemingly hesitant about whether to continue.

Knowing that the situation could not be allowed to escalate, Liao Zhizong signaled a team of PTU officers to bypass the security team and take their place at the front line.

"I will count to three. Anyone who does not leave will be charged with rioting!"

Liao Zhizong's voice brooked no argument: "One! Two!—"

The crowd began to stir, and many people quietly retreated.

But a dozen or so radicals remained standing, waving their sticks and shouting.

"three!"

At Liao Zhizong's command, riot police rushed into the crowd like tigers released from their cages.

The smoke from the tear gas canisters instantly filled the air, mingling with screams, curses, and the muffled thuds of batons striking flesh.

These cops are no less lenient than the security team when it comes to beating people.

"The police are beating people!"

"Damn it! With officials and businessmen in cahoots, Hong Kong is completely rotten!"

There were also some tough guys who were shouting and yelling while the police officers just kept sneering.

"What right do you have to say Hong Kong Island is rotten? Hong Kong Island is rotten because of parasites like you!"

He Yaozong watched all this with a cold eye, noticing that the reporters were frantically pressing the shutter, their faces filled with excitement.

He snorted and then made a phone call to his advisor, Su.

"You're right, we still need to consider the impact of public opinion."

Inform all reporters from major media outlets that I will be holding a press conference here at 3 PM this afternoon.

The advisor, Su, widened his eyes on the other end of the phone: "Mr. He, this... this is a press conference at this time?"

"It's the perfect time."

A glint of shrewdness flashed in He Yaozong's eyes: "Since they want to play, I'll play a big game with them!"

At 3 p.m. sharp, the reception room of the Bijia Mountain Villa was transformed into a temporary press conference hall.

More than twenty reporters crowded the room, their cameras and microphones pointed at He Yaozong, who sat regally in the main seat. He was dressed today in a dark gray suit, his tie perfectly tied, his expression solemn and dignified.

"Thank you to all our friends from the media for taking time out of your busy schedules to come."

He Yaozong got straight to the point, his voice steady and powerful: "I know about the events that happened this morning, and the demands recently raised by the foreign unions, which have made the editors of your major media outlets and newspapers almost break their pens."

However, I'll have to trouble you flyers to work overtime again, as I have a few points to share with the people of Hong Kong Island!

The venue immediately fell silent, with only the sound of camera shutters clicking incessantly.

Everyone in the media industry knows that anything produced by Ho Yiu Chung is guaranteed to be of high quality!

In the past six months, almost all the most sensational news in Hong Kong has been created by Ho Yiu-chung.

"First of all, I want to make one point clear - 80 percent of the Housing Estate Relief Department's funding comes from donations from Heng Yiu Group and myself."

To put it in a grand way, this money is for the Hong Kong Island citizens who truly need help. To put it bluntly, I can give this money to whomever I want!

"They came to my house and caused trouble because I didn't pay them. What kind of rule is this? Are they parasites?!"

He Yaozong's voice suddenly rose: "Some people think that by waving the banner of 'equality,' they can brazenly plunder other people's donations? They're dreaming!"

A reporter from the South China Morning Post immediately raised his hand and asked: "Mr. Ho, you referred to foreign citizens as 'parasites.' Doesn't this constitute racial discrimination? As far as I know, many South Asian families have lived on Hong Kong Island for more than three generations..."

"Third generation?"

Ho Yiu-chung sneered: "Do you know how their grandfather came to Hong Kong Island? He came on the British colonial warships!"

They came here to be police officers, prison guards, and accomplices of the colonizers!

The room erupted in uproar.

Ho Yiu-chung picked up a document from the table: "This is an archival record from the British Parliament in 1846, which clearly states that 'in order to strengthen control over Hong Kong Island, loyal and reliable Sikhs should be recruited from the Punjab region of India to form a police force.'"

Loyalty to whom? Of course, to the British colonists!

He slammed the documents on the table with a loud bang: "These people's descendants, now they're talking to me about equality? About rights?"
When they were riding roughshod over the Chinese, why didn't they talk about equality?

Sharp, really sharp!

Ho Yiu-chung is still as bold as ever, daring to criticize the Hong Kong British government as a colonizer in front of a group of media outlets. Only he would dare to do such a thing!
A female reporter from Sing Tao Daily asked timidly, "But... Mr. Ho, it's already 1992, what about that history..."

“History?” He Yaozong interrupted her.

"Let's talk about the present! How many Indians are currently involved in loan sharking on Hong Kong Island? How many Vietnamese are suspected of drug trafficking? How many Nepalese are gangsters? I think the police force knows these figures better than I do!"
Furthermore, Hong Kong Island has always been a Chinese-owned island; the British have never been its masters!

Have they consulted the opinions of Hong Kong Island residents when they have accepted so many foreign migrants into Hong Kong Island over the years?
If you have any objections, why not let the Governor of Hong Kong come out and make a statement? Let's see if he dares to say in front of your media that Hong Kong Island belongs to Britain!

As he spoke, He Yaozong looked around the room with a sharp gaze: "Furthermore, I'm not saying that all people of foreign descent are criminals, but when the crime rate in a group is far higher than the social average, shouldn't we be more vigilant?"

The hall was completely silent; even the sound of camera shutters stopped.

Now, even the nosy reporters didn't dare to ask He Yaozong any more questions.

But He Yaozong's output clearly did not end there.

“What’s even more ridiculous is that the Chief Secretary for Administration, Chan Fong On, actually had the audacity to say that the Hong Kong government should ‘serve every citizen’.”

Then I'd like to ask—where does the Hong Kong government get its money from?
"Did you pull it out of the Queen's pocket? Damn it, it was from my pocket!"

He stood up and placed his hands on the table: "Today, in front of all the media, I want to ask the Chief Secretary and the Government House a question—you keep talking about fairness and justice, so when the British government brought these foreigners to Hong Kong Island, did they ask the people of Hong Kong Island if they were willing?"

What kind of logic is it to expect Hong Kong taxpayers to support these people now?

These words struck like a thunderbolt, leaving the reporters present speechless.

Ho Yiu-chung is directly targeting the Governor of Hong Kong himself!
Less than an hour after the press conference ended, Ho Yiu-chung's speech was broadcast throughout Hong Kong Island via radio.

On the streets, in tea restaurants, and in offices, everyone was discussing this astonishing statement.

Inside Government House, Fat Peng watched a close-up shot of Ho Yiu-chung on television, and for the first time, the smile on his round face disappeared.

He slowly put down his teacup and said to Chen Fang'an beside him, "Notify the Chief Secretary, the Department of Justice, and the Police Force that there will be an emergency meeting at nine o'clock tomorrow morning."

Chen Fang'an was pale: "Governor, what's wrong with Ho Yiu-chung...?"

"He won the first round, which is forcing me to step in and not allowing me to stay out of it!"

"Fei Peng said softly, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes."

"Wei Yixin is right, this guy is far more troublesome than I imagined!"

But that's what makes it interesting; at least the best of British politicians have lost to a truly formidable opponent!

(End of this chapter)