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

Chapter 205 The Queen personally confers a lower-level knighthood? Even a dog wouldn't want that!
Three days later, the Oriental Daily News published a photo on its front page of the Wu Youyong Association visiting the police station, with the headline "Vietnamese Hong Kongers: We draw a line between ourselves and illegal refugees".

The report details the lives of legal Vietnamese immigrants on Hong Kong Island, with particular emphasis on their tax compliance and law-abiding behavior.

Meanwhile, a large number of hand-painted posters appeared on the streets of Sham Shui Po, Kwun Tong and other districts.

Some photos showed police officers covered in blood, others showed comparisons between overcrowded cage homes and public housing occupied by refugees, and the most eye-catching was a cartoon: a thin old man from Hong Kong Island carrying three obese refugees on his back, with a scathing caption below: "We can't afford to support parasites!"
A senior reporter from the Oriental Daily News wrote in bold on a prominent column—

When the international community accuses us of being 'inhumane,' who cares about the people of Hong Kong Island who have been waiting in line for public housing for ten years?
Who cares about the police officers harmed by refugee violence? Hong Kong Island isn't the United Nations; we only have 1,000 square kilometers of land. Why should we bear the burden of the world's refugee problem?

As public opinion continued to ferment, some unexpected voices began to emerge.

A jewelry store in Causeway Bay, owned by Vietnamese Chinese, displayed a banner supporting the government's repatriation of illegal refugees, while law-abiding business owners expressed their hope for a stable environment.

Vendors selling Vietnamese pho in Mong Kok market spontaneously organized themselves to distribute flyers to customers, declaring that they had 'already naturalized as Hong Kong Island residents'.

The most touching moment was when a Vietnamese girl named Lai Mei Ling spoke at a "Support the Police" rally held in Central.

This young woman in her early twenties is a native of Hong Kong Island, and her Cantonese is more fluent than that of many locals.

“My parents fled to Hong Kong 30 years ago, and we are grateful that Hong Kong Island took us in.”

Lai Mei-ling's voice choked with emotion: "But I must say, those illegally staying refugees are not my compatriots! They violently resisted the law, disrupted order on Hong Kong Island, and brought shame upon all Vietnamese people!"

She held up her ID card and said, "This is my home. I am proud of Hong Kong Island. Please do not discriminate against me because of my ancestral identity. Like all young people on Hong Kong Island, I love this place."

A week later, the Human Rights Council concluded its investigation and left Hong Kong in disgrace.

When surrounded by reporters at the airport, Berg only said one sentence: "The situation on Hong Kong Island... is very complicated."

On the same day, the Hong Kong government released its latest poll: 78% of citizens support the repatriation policy, and 62% of citizens believe that the citizenship process for legal Vietnamese immigrants should be expedited.

Within the Vietnamese community, the percentage of those who support deportation is as high as 85%.

On the day the Human Rights Council investigation team left Hong Kong, the sky over Hong Kong Island was unusually clear.

He Yaozong stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window of the China World Trade Center headquarters, overlooking the rippling blue waters of Victoria Harbour. Sunlight streamed through the glass, illuminating his angular face and outlining a sharp profile.

"Victoria Harbour? That name has been used for over a hundred years!"

"Mr. He, this is this morning's newspaper."

Just as He Yaozong was feeling sentimental, his advisor Su pushed open the door and entered, holding a thick stack of newspapers and magazines.

"Of the 18 newspapers in Hong Kong, 16 have headlines about you."

Ho Yiu-chung took the newspaper, his eyes scanning the exaggerated headlines—"Ho Yiu-chung Defends the Dignity of Hong Kong People," "Human Rights Council Leaves Hong Kong in Disgrace," "The True Representative of Hong Kong People."

His lips curled slightly upward, but there was little joy in his expression.

"These media outlets will sway whichever way the wind blows."

Everyone talks about freedom of speech, but where does freedom come from if you have no money?!

He casually tossed the newspaper onto the table: "The reaction of those of foreign descent, their kneeling attitude, was a bit unexpected."

Master Su nodded: "Yes, especially that Wu Youyong, who has now become a spokesperson for the Vietnamese people."

Yesterday, he brought more than a dozen people from the Vietnamese Chamber of Commerce to visit, saying they wanted to invite you to serve as an honorary advisor to their association.

He Yaozong walked to the liquor cabinet and poured himself half a glass of whiskey.

"How's the communication with the Education Commission going?"

"It's all arranged. Next week, you will be able to visit several schools that have a large number of international students in your capacity as honorary school chancellor."

The advisor, Su, adjusted his glasses. "However, Fat Peng might make a move."

He Yaozong chuckled and downed his drink in one gulp: "What else can he do? He's exhausted his human rights card and his economic card."

"We've used up almost all the tricks, both overt and covert. If he's smart, he'll take a few years to recuperate in Hong Kong and at least leave with some dignity. If not, he can just do what Wilson did, submit his resignation, and get out of here as soon as possible!"

"But the British will not easily give up this lucrative prize of Hong Kong Island."

The advisor, Su, said with great concern, "I received news that Chen Fang'an has been meeting frequently with the heads of several foreign banks these past few days."

He Yaozong's eyes suddenly sharpened: "Find out what they talked about!"
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In the garden of Government House, Fat Peng was inevitably restless and paced back and forth, his obese body leaving deep dents in the neatly trimmed lawn.

"These damned yellow-skinned monkeys, lackeys are lackeys!"

He cursed through gritted teeth, his cigar crushed to pieces: "They're all so eager to fawn over He Yaozong, it's disgusting!"

Chen Fang'an stood to the side, his face gloomy.

These foreigners fawned over Ho Yiu-chung, but didn't she also fawn over Fat Peng?
But she still took a deep breath and said to Fat Peng, "Supervisor, the situation is worse than we thought."

Not only Vietnamese communities, but also Indian and Filipino communities are now aligning themselves with Ho Yiu Chung, and his proposed 'multicultural education plan' is gaining increasing support.

However, I have done some research, and what is called diversified education is actually naturalization education...

Fat Peng whirled around, his fat face trembling with rage: "What cards do we have left? London is getting impatient! The Prime Minister's office called again yesterday, questioning why we can't even handle a businessman!"

A glint of ruthlessness flashed in Chen Fang'an's eyes: "Conventional methods are no longer effective against He Yaozong. His financial fortress is too solid; we must shake him at the root."

"What's the meaning?"

"economy!"

Chen Fang'an lowered her voice: "The reason why He Yaozong was able to ignore our pressure is because he controls a huge amount of cash."

If we can attract international capital and short the Hong Kong Island economy…

Fat Peng's eyes widened: "Are you crazy? That would destroy Hong Kong!"

"No, that will only ruin He Yaozong!"

Chen Fang'an calmly analyzed, "The resettlement housing and livelihood projects under construction that he has are all subject to continuous financial investment."

Once an economic crisis breaks out and the cash flow dries up, all his promises will vanish.

Sir, I remember you suggested I take psychology as an elective. I understand the flaws in human nature. If He Yaozong doesn't fulfill the conditions he promised, his so-called base of public support will crumble instantly. This isn't even a risky move; to reverse the decline, we must do something!

Fei Peng was stunned for a long time, but still shook his head.

Chen Fang'an patiently explained.

“Your Excellency, although we still haven’t been able to figure out the specific source of He Yaozong’s funds, you should know where He Yaozong’s huge cash flow comes from!”

We cannot stand idly by and watch Ho Yiu-chung use money to take over our position. If we introduce large international capital, Ho Yiu-chung will definitely step forward and get deeply involved.

If we're expected to drain Ho Yiu-chung's coffers, I'm afraid that in just a year or two, the people of Hong Kong Island will only know Ho Yiu-chung and won't even know who the Governor is!

Fine beads of sweat appeared on Fei Peng's forehead. He took out a handkerchief and wiped them away, his voice trembling slightly.

"But international capital is a double-edged sword; we can't control those financial giants..."

"What London wants is a port island that nostalgic for Britain, not a prosperous port island."

Chen Fang'an's voice wasn't loud, but it rang out like thunder in the fat man's ears: "Now He Yaozong is acting like the real ruler of Hong Kong Island, and the prestige of the Governor's Office is gradually being weakened."

The worse the economy gets, the more Hong Kong people will miss the British rule era—that's exactly what Downing Street wants!

After a long silence, Fat Peng finally nodded slowly: "This is a matter of great importance. Contact London. In any case, I need clear instructions from the Prime Minister's Office!"
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Three days later, just two days before the Lunar New Year, a secret meeting was taking place on the top floor of a skyscraper in Manhattan, New York.

“The Hong Kong Monetary Authority’s foreign exchange reserves are approximately US$800 billion.”

An analyst wearing wire-rimmed glasses is reporting: "But most of these are illiquid assets; the amount actually available for market intervention won't exceed 300 billion."

Soros, seated at the head of the table, gently swirled his wine glass. This future financial tycoon, who would later dominate the international financial markets, wore a playful smile.

"And how much cash reserves does He Yaozong's Hengyao Group have?"

"According to the latest financial report, it is about US$150 billion. However, his influence in the political and business circles of Hong Kong Island should not be underestimated. If necessary, he may mobilize more Chinese capital to join the defense."

Soros put down his glass and looked around at the assembled financial tycoons: "Gentlemen, Hong Kong Island is another piece of fat meat in the Far East. I originally didn't want to make a move on this place so soon."

But we couldn't resist the invitation from London; God has granted us this opportunity to feast, and we must cherish it!

A knowing laugh rippled through the conference room.

"So, the action plan?"

"The Morgan Stanley representative asked."

"Old rules!"

Soros stood up and said, "First, attack the Hong Kong dollar's linked exchange rate system to force the Hong Kong Monetary Authority to raise interest rates; then, take advantage of the stock market crash to short the Hang Seng Index futures."

He Yaozong has two choices: abandon the linked exchange rate or deplete our foreign exchange reserves—either way, it will be a victory for us.

After the meeting, Soros stood alone in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, overlooking the dazzling night view of New York.

His eyes gleamed with greed: "He Yaozong, I've heard you're a Chinese businessman with a powerful background."
Let me see just how formidable your financial fortress is, whether it's truly so thorny that even London can't budge it an inch!

……

Ho Yiu-chung stood on the rooftop of an old tenement building in Sham Shui Po, gazing at the towering skyscrapers in the distance.

Behind him, a dozen children of different ethnicities were learning Cantonese under the guidance of volunteers.

"Mr. He, the children really enjoy this learning center."

Wu Youyong walked over and said gratefully, "Many parents have reported that their children are now keeping up with school and are no longer being mocked for their accents." He Yaozong nodded, "Education is fundamental. If they want to truly integrate into Hong Kong, they must overcome the language barrier."

However, I do have a question for you: Do you Vietnamese people not celebrate the Lunar New Year?

"Pass……"

"The Spring Festival is just two days away, why are we having training at this time?"
"Don't put the cart before the horse. Chinese New Year is the most important festival for Chinese people. You know what you should do!"

Just as Wu Youyong nodded obsequiously in agreement, He Yaozong's cell phone suddenly rang.

After the call connected, the clerk Su's urgent voice came through: "Mr. He, something's happened! There's been an abnormal fluctuation in the foreign exchange market, and the Hong Kong dollar is being sold off on a large scale!"

Mr. Li, the president of the Hong Kong Island Chamber of Commerce, invites you to visit him immediately to discuss countermeasures!

An hour later, in Henderson Land Development's war room, more than a dozen screens simultaneously flashed various financial data and charts, and six top economists and traders stood in front of Ho Yiu-chung.

"This is not normal market volatility."

Chief Economist Zhang Zhiyuan pointed to the screen and said, "In the past two hours, the trading volume of the Hong Kong dollar against the US dollar has been twenty times the usual amount. Someone is systematically shorting the Hong Kong dollar."

Ho Yiu-chung's gaze swept over each number: "What actions has the Hong Kong Monetary Authority taken?"

"The overnight lending rate has just been raised by 50 basis points, but the effect is limited."

"Contact the heads of HSBC and Standard Chartered. I need to know who's behind this," He Yaozong ordered.

The advisor, Su, hurriedly walked in: "Mr. He, I just received news that Fat Peng secretly met with the head of Soros' Quantum Fund Asia this morning."

The air in the room seemed to freeze instantly.

He Yaozong, in particular, was well aware of the prestige associated with the name Soros.

Based on his previous memory, he clearly remembered Soros's attack on the British pound in 1992 and the massacre of the Mexican peso in 1994, leaving devastation in his wake.

"Soros?"

He Yaozong sneered, "Fat Peng has let a wolf into the house, but this time I deserve to be rich!"

Zhang Zhiyuan was pale: "If it really is Wall Street that intervenes, Hong Kong's foreign exchange reserves won't last a week."

Mr. Ho, we must immediately reduce our Hong Kong stock holdings and increase our US dollar reserves.

"No!"

He Yaozong said firmly, "Running away will only lead to a quicker death. Notify the finance department to prepare to use all available funds."

Also, could you please pass on this to Chairman Li? I'd like to hear his opinion.

The advisor, Su, stared at him in shock: "Mr. He, you're going to... face them head-on? That's the foreigners' responsibility, you don't need to..."

Before the clerk Su could finish speaking, He Yaozong immediately stood up and waved his hand to stop Su from speaking.

His eyes even gleamed with excitement.

"Shut up!"

……

In the following 48 hours, Hong Kong's financial markets experienced unprecedented turmoil.

The Hong Kong dollar exchange rate once fell to a historic low of 7.85 against the US dollar, the Hang Seng Index plummeted by 1200 points, and the Hong Kong Monetary Authority raised interest rates three times in a row, but the selling pressure did not ease at all.

The major banks in Central were brightly lit, and traders stayed up all night.

Organized by Li Zhaoji, He Yaozong is meeting with more than a dozen of the wealthiest Chinese businessmen in Hong Kong at the Henderson Land Development headquarters.

"Uncles and elders, everyone is aware of the situation."

Ho Yiu-chung's voice was steady and powerful: "Soros's visit this time is not well-intentioned. I'm afraid I can even conclude that he has the secret support of the Governor's Office behind him."

If we fight each other individually, we will only be defeated one by one.

Li Zhaoji pondered for a moment, then asked, "Mr. He, how much capital do you have available?"

"US$150 billion in cash, plus approximately US$200 billion in high-quality assets that can be quickly liquidated."

"The New World 50 Billion".

"Henderson Land Development: 40 billion."

……

As one Hong Kong business tycoon after another announced their figures, the joint defense fund quickly accumulated to nearly US$350 billion—almost the entire fortune of the Hong Kong Chinese business community.

He Yaozong glanced at everyone present with a blank expression. Fortunately, these people still had some principles.

So far, there have been no signs of these tycoons fleeing their assets on a large scale.

After the meeting, the advisor, Su, asked with concern, "Mr. He, even with these funds, we still only have half the strength of the Wall Street legion."

Moreover... the Governor's Office certainly won't support us!

He Yaozong walked to the window, his attitude unchanged: "Master Su, when have I ever worried about money?"

……

At nine o'clock the next morning, the most brutal battle in Hong Kong's financial history began.

As soon as the opening bell rang, a massive wave of sell orders surged in, causing the Hang Seng Index to plummet by 500 points instantly.

The Hong Kong dollar exchange rate also came under renewed pressure, and it was on the verge of breaking through the bottom line set by the Hong Kong Monetary Authority.

Just at this critical moment, an unprecedented buying spree suddenly entered the market—Ho Yiu Chung, together with the Chinese Business Alliance, invested US$200 billion in one go, frantically buying up all undervalued assets.

Exclamations of surprise rose and fell throughout the trading hall:
"My God! Hengyao Group has received a massive buy order!"

HSBC Holdings saw a sharp rise!

"The Hong Kong dollar exchange rate has rebounded rapidly!"

In New York, Soros's traders stared in disbelief at the screen.

They had never seen such a fierce counterattack—it wasn't a government action or institutional investment, but a suicidal charge launched by a group of local businessmen to protect their homeland.

"Keep adding to your position!"

Soros roared, "I don't believe they have any more bullets!"

However, Ho Yiu-chung's offensive had only just begun.

During the midday market break, he held an emergency press conference, announcing that Hengyao Group would use its entire credit line to add another $100 billion in market stabilization funds.

Even more shockingly, he signed documents on the spot, mortgaging his mansion in Bijia Mountain and his entire private collection.

"Mr. He, this is too risky!"

After the press conference, Zhang Zhiyuan almost cried: "If you fail, you will have nothing!"

He Yaozong straightened his cuffs and said calmly, "Money can be earned back!"

Only He Yaozong himself knew that this gamble of "going bankrupt" was nothing more than a pointless show of his own!

The market opened in the afternoon, and the battle intensified.

The Chinese business alliance engaged in a fierce tug-of-war with international speculators, with hundreds of millions of dollars disappearing every second. The Hang Seng Index fluctuated wildly like a roller coaster, with bulls and bears battling repeatedly at every price level.

Near the close of trading, a bombshell announcement suddenly spread throughout the market: the mainland announced that it would unconditionally support the financial stability of Hong Kong and provide unlimited liquidity support if necessary!
This powerful blow completely shattered the short sellers' confidence.

International speculators began panic selling, causing the Hang Seng Index to surge 800 points in the last ten minutes, and the Hong Kong dollar exchange rate to quickly return to normal levels.

In New York, Soros angrily smashed his wine glass: "Damn He Yaozong! How did he get support from the mainland?"

Meanwhile, inside Government House, Fat Peng slumped into a chair, his face ashen.

"As expected... I knew he had the mainland as his backer!"
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As night falls, after a thrilling day, the neon lights of Hong Kong Island remain dazzling.

Inside the villa at Bijia Mountain, lanterns and decorations have already been put up in preparation for the arrival of the Lunar New Year.

The advisor, Su, gently pushed open the door and entered: "Mr. He, according to preliminary statistics, we have lost approximately $60 billion today."

The good news is that Soros suffered even greater losses, at least 80 billion!

He Yaozong shook his head and muttered, "How come it's only six billion US dollars?"

Then he looked at his advisor, Su: "What's going on with Fat Peng?"

"I was just about to tell you about this...this matter!"

The advisor, Su, beamed with delight: "He submitted an application to London, inviting the Queen to visit Hong Kong during the Lunar New Year to recognize your outstanding contributions to the defense of Hong Kong Island."

The Queen will personally receive you and bestow upon you the rank of Knight!

"Foreigners are so stingy, granting a title or some lower rank?"

He Yaozong sneered, then said, "Tell Fat Peng that even a dog wouldn't want this honor!"

(End of this chapter)