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

Chapter 206 You may not be able to short Hong Kong Island, but I firmly believe you can short the British pound.
On the evening of the first day of the Lunar New Year, after distributing New Year's red envelopes to thousands of employees of the triad and Heng Yao Group, He Yaozong returned to Bijia Mountain. It was almost dark by then.

He had already sent the cook from Bijia Mountain back home for the New Year. This time, the people preparing dinner for him at Bijia Mountain were the husband and wife, Mang Hui and Xiao Hui.

“Mr. He, my skills are far inferior to Master Qian’s, please don’t look down on me.”

When the last dish of soy sauce chicken was served, Xiao Hui wiped her hands with her apron, stood awkwardly to the side, and said to He Yaozong.

"It's alright, let's enjoy some home-style food during the New Year. Sit down and have some with me!"

Ho Yiu-chung was the first to pick up his chopsticks, and then invited his old confidants who had followed him from Sham Shui Po to sit down.

Suddenly, the restaurant was filled with a cheerful and lively atmosphere.

"Mr. He, there's something I'm not sure if I should say."

After peeling a shrimp for Mang Hui, Xiao Hui asked He Yaozong a question.

"What?"

Xiao Hui chuckled awkwardly, "It's nothing important, it's just that with your current large family business, have you considered finding us a sister-in-law?"

"What kind of sister-in-law is she?"

He Yaozong picked up a chicken leg, took a bite, and couldn't help but give Xiao Hui a thumbs up.

"Not bad, the chicken tastes good, and the cooking is excellent!"

Seeing that He Yaozong had no interest in discussing this topic, Xiao Hui understood that He Yaozong didn't want to talk about it, so she simply smiled and didn't say anything more.

After dinner, He Yaozong stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window of the Bijia Mountain Villa.

He held a gold-embossed invitation in his hand. As expected, Fat Peng's side gave a direct reply—the Queen's visit to Hong Kong was a done deal.

Even major newspapers across Asia made this the first headline of the new year. Now all of Asia knows that the Queen is coming to Hong Kong Island to personally confer this so-called lower-ranking knighthood upon him!

"A lower-ranking knight?"

He sneered and casually tossed the invitation onto the mahogany coffee table, its gilded edges reflecting a dazzling light under the lamp.

"Master Su, Fat Peng is treating me like a three-year-old!"

The advisor, Su, pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses, his brows furrowed deeply behind the lenses.

"Mr. He, this is clearly a conspiracy. The Queen's awarding of honor may seem like a great honor, but in reality, it is a way to force you onto the British war machine in front of a crowd of people!"

He picked up the invitation, his fingers trembling slightly: "Once you accept it, the people of Hong Kong will think that everything you do is backed by Britain, and all the prestige you have accumulated will become political capital for the British."

This… Fat Peng has used this tactic before, but we didn't expect him… he would actually bring the Queen into the scene!

"Actually, it's not just that. He failed to bring in Wall Street capital this time, and he's worried that I'll come after him later!"

Having the Queen of England personally come to Hong Kong Island to award me the medal was more about silencing the public's criticisms.

Fat Peng is incredibly meticulous; he's truly difficult to deal with!

He Yaozong turned around, and the telephone in the study rang abruptly.

After answering the call, the clerk, Su, became even more serious: "Mr. He, reporters from the South China Morning Post and Sing Tao Daily are downstairs. They said they received a notification from the Governor's Office that they want to interview you about your views on the Queen's investiture."

"They're really quick! These reporters are racking their brains to find news even on the first day of the Lunar New Year. It's really tough on them!"

Master Su sighed.

"Mr. He, actually... when I called Daquanbao to wish him a Happy New Year this morning, Daquanbao reminded me of this."

The Queen's visit to Hong Kong is a serious diplomatic event.

After all, the Queen still has a considerable base of support in Hong Kong. He... he asked me to tell you that he suggests you avoid any diplomatic incidents unless absolutely necessary!

"A reclusive queen has a huge base of support among the people. I guarantee that the people of Hong Kong view the queen no differently than they would a rare monkey!"

He Yaozong's lips curled into a cold smile. He suddenly strode to the desk and pulled out a piece of snow-white letter paper.

After picking up the pen, he wrote several lines of bold, flowing handwriting that penetrated the paper.

"Hold a press conference immediately."

He handed the still-wet ink letter to his advisor, Su: "Read it according to this!"

Half an hour later, the lawn in front of the villa was crowded with reporters.

The early spring night breeze carried a chill, but the flashbulbs illuminated the scene as bright as day.

The advisor, Su Qing, cleared his throat, and his voice echoed through the microphone: "Mr. He Yaozong hereby declares: 'I am deeply honored to receive the invitation from the Queen of England to be awarded an honor, but after careful consideration, I have decided to decline this honor.'"

Hong Kong Island is currently at a critical juncture. Everything I have done is for the well-being of the people of Hong Kong Island. No further recognition is needed, and I hope everyone will understand!

The reporters erupted in a commotion. A blond, blue-eyed foreign reporter pushed to the front and asked loudly in broken Cantonese, "Is Mr. Ho worried that accepting the award will affect his reputation in the Chinese business community? Wouldn't this be considered an insult to the British?"

Just as the advisor Su was about to answer, the carved gate of the villa suddenly swung open.

He Yaozong appeared before the crowd in a simple black Zhongshan suit with an inconspicuous jade lapel pin. He walked steadily to the microphone, and the entire room fell silent instantly, so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

“I’ll answer that question.” His voice wasn’t loud, but it was like a sharp sword cleaving through the night.

"I do not accept the honor because I do not need the Queen of England to recognize my contributions to Hong Kong Island!"

He paused, his gaze sweeping over every face in the room: "The future of Hong Kong Island should be decided by the people of Hong Kong Island themselves. We're almost in the 21st century, and in my life's dictionary, I've never been anyone's subject!"

These words were like a bomb, causing a huge uproar in the media circle.

The next morning, the clerk Su knocked on He Yaozong's door. After receiving permission from He Yaozong, the clerk Su entered, carrying seven or eight newspapers that still smelled of ink.

"Mr. He, something's happened!"

He Yaozong sat up from the four-poster bed and took the newspaper from his clerk, Su.

The front page of the Oriental Daily News prominently featured the headline, "The Queen will personally visit Hong Kong Island to confer honors on the Lantern Festival."

"Utterly shameless! They just won't leave no matter how hard you try!"

He Yaozong crumpled the newspaper into a ball and threw it against the wall. Clearly, the foreigner was forcibly trying to pin this so-called 'honor' on himself.

"The office of Fat Peng issued a statement this morning."

The advisor, Su, gritted his teeth and said, "Say that you only declined temporarily out of Chinese humility, but the Queen insists on coming to Hong Kong in person to recognize your contributions. London cannot let down any outstanding person who has made contributions to Hong Kong Island!"

He wiped the sweat from his forehead and continued, "Now all the media in Asia are reporting on this, and the BBC has even done a special program on it."

Ho Yiu-chung walked to the French windows and swiftly pulled back the curtains. The Hong Kong Island skyline in the morning light was breathtakingly beautiful.

On the second day of the Lunar New Year, Lok Fook Estate was still brightly decorated with lanterns. Children chased and played in the alleys with lanterns in their hands, and the air was filled with the sweet aroma of New Year cakes.

Hong Kong's century-long colonial history cannot erase the millennia-old traditions of the Chinese people.

But He Yaozong was alone in his study, with financial reports spread out in front of him and a crystal ashtray piled high with cigarette butts.

The phone rang suddenly. When I answered it, a familiar voice came through.

"Mr. He, I am Jackson!"

The deep voice of Jackson, an employee of Blackwater International, came from the other end of the phone: "This is a special call from New York. Your contact has been arranged, and the other party has agreed to connect in five minutes."

He Yaozong smiled slightly: "Thank you for your hard work. I will transfer the payment to your account as soon as possible."

After hanging up, he got up and took an encrypted communication device from the safe.

When the phone rang again, a voice with a heavy Eastern European accent spoke through the receiver: "Mr. He, I've heard so much about you. This is George Soros."

"Mr. Soros, it seems that making money in Hong Kong is not easy!"

He Yaozong responded in English, tapping his fingers lightly on the mahogany tabletop: "Anyway, thank you for taking the time to call!"

A hoarse laugh came from the other end of the phone: "Mr. He is so humorous. Don't forget, we were fighting tooth and nail in the foreign exchange market just last week!"

"The business world is like a battlefield; there are no permanent enemies."

Ho Yiu-chung said unhurriedly, glancing at the map of Hong Kong Island on the wall, "I have a suggestion: I would like to cooperate with Mr. Soros to short the British pound."

There was a sudden silence on the other end of the phone for a few seconds, with only a faint static noise remaining.

Following the historical trajectory, Soros did indeed short the British pound in that year.

However, the plan is still in the internal preparation stage and has not yet been put into action.

Soros immediately concluded that Ho Yiu-chung had infiltrated Wall Street's inner circle and understood his intentions.

"interesting!"

Soros's voice suddenly turned serious: "Mr. He, do you know what this proposal means?"

"very clear."

He Yaozong opened the notebook in front of him, which was filled with detailed data from the Bank of England. "I believe you have witnessed my capabilities. Hengyao can provide initial funding of US$50 billion, with additional funding to be added as needed."

The condition is—you must disclose evidence through the Wall Street Journal of how the Hong Kong British government colluded with Wall Street to short-sell the Hong Kong economy!

Soros fell silent again, this time for even longer, and He Yaozong could hear the rustling sound of him turning the pages of documents.

"Mr. He, I'm very curious about your motives!"

He finally spoke, his voice inquisitive: "What tangible benefits do you get from shorting the pound? As far as I know, your business is mainly based in Asia."

Ho Yiu-chung sneered: "Money is not important to me. What's important to me is that Hong Kong Island doesn't have Britain as a troublemaker!"

A burst of Soros's signature laughter erupted from the other end of the phone: "Mr. He, you are even more interesting than I imagined."

However, this proposal is very risky; London is one of the world's financial centers, and they are not so easy to deal with.

"Therefore, the profits will be very substantial!"

Ho Yiu-chung responded calmly, turning to another page of his notes: "As far as I know, the Bank of England's foreign exchange reserves are less than 800 billion, while we have the ability to raise more than 300 billion."

With your expertise in leverage, you can easily cause the pound's exchange rate to plummet.

Most importantly, you may not be able to short Hong Kong Island, but I absolutely believe you can short the British pound. I have confidence in you and am willing to take the risk!

"Your investigation is very thorough."

Soros's voice became fervent: "But I need to see your sincerity."

"My Gulfstream jet will arrive at JFK Airport in New York tomorrow, carrying a $5 million gold bond as a deposit!"

He paused for a moment, then said, "As long as you agree to expose the information within ten days, the remaining funds will be provided in three installments!"

"make a deal!"

Soros readily agreed: "I will send my assistant Anderson to Hong Kong Island to discuss this with you in detail!"

As they spoke, the other person's tone suddenly became meaningful: "But Mr. He, once you start, there's no turning back. The Bank of England is backed by the entire British Empire!"

He Yaozong smiled slightly: "Mr. Soros, I never make a move I'm not confident of winning."

After hanging up the phone, He Yaozong breathed a sigh of relief.

"Fatty Peng, do you know what it means to invite a wolf into the house?"

On the first day of the Lunar New Year, the housing estates in Sham Shui Po were bustling with activity early in the morning.

He Yaozong, dressed in an ordinary dark blue jacket, led several staff members carrying New Year's goods to visit each household to offer New Year's greetings.

He has never forgotten his role as Director of Housing Estate Relief Department.

After all, this is the foundation of his wealth; one should never forget one's roots, right?

"Uncle Chen, Happy New Year!"

He knocked on a rusty iron gate and handed a box of special rice cakes to the hunchbacked old man who opened the door.

Are your legs feeling better?

The old man was a member of Wo Luen Shing for over thirty years. Back in the day, under Fat Tang, he was a henchman at a lottery stall in Yau Ma Tei.

Later, during a fight with Lao Dong, his leg was broken. He received a settlement allowance and thus distanced himself from the center of the underworld storm.

The old man excitedly grasped He Yaozong's hand, his wrinkled face glowing: "Mr. He! Thank you so much for arranging the orthopedic specialist last time, my rheumatism is much better!"

He turned and called to an old woman inside the house, "Quickly make some tea! Mr. He has come to see us!"

He Yaozong waved his hand in refusal, saying that he had already drunk enough tea.

But standing at the door, she asked carefully, "Has the elevator in the public housing building been repaired? I've mentioned before that this building is mostly inhabited by elderly people with mobility issues, so the elevator must be installed!"

The accompanying staff immediately made a note that the public housing where the elderly residents lived must have an elevator.

This scene was witnessed by many passing residents, and many people spontaneously gathered around.

"Mr. He, I heard that the Queen of England is going to award you a medal?"

A fish ball vendor wearing a plastic apron, his hands still reeking of fish, pushed his way forward: "Are you really going to become a British knight?"

The crowd suddenly fell silent, and everyone pricked up their ears.

He Yaozong smiled and said, "Being his mother's British knighthood, those foreigners are so stingy. Giving me a British knighthood is not as practical as giving me a few more sums of cash."

A burst of laughter erupted from the crowd, and many residents of the housing estates began to cheer, "Mr. Ho, we support you!"

Just then, three black Mercedes cars rudely squeezed into the narrow passageway of the housing estate.

Fei Peng struggled to get out of the car, his custom-made suit stretched taut, followed by a group of officials and reporters in suits.

Happy New Year, everyone!

Fat Peng deliberately shouted in broken Cantonese, his face full of fake smiles, and oily sweat seeping from his forehead.

"On behalf of Government House, I extend my New Year greetings to everyone! This was specifically requested by Her Majesty the Queen!"

He Yaozong couldn't help but sneer. Fat Peng really took the word "shameless" to the extreme.

Wherever he went, Fatty Peng followed.

In short, he wanted to show the people of Hong Kong Island that he absolutely supported Ho Yiu-chung, and that everything Ho Yiu-chung did was the result of the strong support of the Governor's Office.

"Governor, Happy New Year!"

He Yaozong stepped forward, speaking in a calm tone, but deliberately using the old colonial-era term in front of the neighborhood.

Fatty Peng's fat face jiggled as he forced a smile: "Mr. He is here too? What a coincidence!"

“I started my business entirely thanks to the care and support of these neighbors. If it weren’t for their support, I would never have a seat in the Legislative Council.”

Governor, what do you say?

He Yaozong made a sarcastic remark without making a sound, but his voice was just loud enough for the surrounding reporters to hear.

Fei Peng's face turned pale and then red, but he forced a smile and echoed the words in front of the reporters.

"That is right, any insightful person who cares about the livelihood of people on Hong Kong Island should be valued by the Governor's Office."

Mr. Ho, what I am most grateful for is that the Governor's Office recognized your talent and ability to contribute to the development of Hong Kong Island!

Over the next two days, similar scenes unfolded in several housing estates on Hong Kong Island.

Wherever Ho Yiu-chung went, he was greeted by residents who spontaneously welcomed him. In Shau Kei Wan, housewives insisted on giving him homemade pastries; in Yau Ma Tei, vendors vied to offer him samples of their Lunar New Year goods.

Wherever He Yaozong went, Fei Peng would always follow behind.

This Hong Kong Island resident has taken the approach of being approachable to an extreme. At least in the eyes of ordinary residents, he and Ho Yiu-chung are on the same page!
On the morning of the fourth day of the Lunar New Year, Ho Yiu-chung arrived at a Vietnamese community in Kwun Tong.

Wu Youyong had already been waiting at the intersection with more than 30 Vietnamese Chinese. The women were dressed in bright ao dai, and the children held flowers in their hands.

"Mr. He, Happy New Year!"

Wu Youyong bowed respectfully and said in Cantonese with an accent, "Our association has prepared Vietnamese-style Lunar New Year snacks. Please enjoy them."

Ho Yiu-chung shook hands with everyone, but he could see that many Vietnamese people looked at him with a hint of inexplicable awe, rather than the adoration they showed towards the resettlement housing estate.

"Mr. Ho, I heard that the Queen will be coming to Hong Kong on the Lantern Festival to personally confer a knighthood upon you?"

During the visit, Wu Youyong cautiously asked He Yaozong a question, only to be met with a dismissive reply.

Do you think I should accept it?

"Mr. He, please don't take offense at my nonsense, but in my opinion, you should definitely not accept it!"

Wu Youyong answered righteously and then continued.

"The British were just passing through Hong Kong Island. What need do we, as proud Chinese men, have for Britain to bestow any knighthood upon us?"
Mr. He, isn't this the British forcing you to bow down and submit to them?!

"Boss Wu, you are truly a clever man. I hope you and your people can continue to be so clever!"

He Yaozong chuckled and patted Wu Youyong on the shoulder.

This reply put Wu Youyong's mind at ease.

……

Meanwhile, Soros's assistant Anderson quietly arrived on Hong Kong Island and checked into suite 2801 of the Grand Hyatt Hotel.

Anderson, in his early thirties, couldn't hide his excitement after checking into the hotel.

He didn't even bother to wash his face. He immediately took out a phone book, sat down at the phone table, found a number in the book, and dialed it.

(End of this chapter)