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

Chapter 209 My wish has finally come true!
Summer arrives quietly on Hong Kong Island.

In the thin mist atop Victoria Peak, Ho Yiu-chung stood before the floor-to-ceiling windows on the top floor of the newly built Heng Yao Group headquarters, overlooking the city below that was about to usher in a historical turning point.

In the past six months, he has invested more than 10 billion yuan through the system, and Hengyao’s mark can be found on almost every street and public facility on Hong Kong Island.

"Mr. He, last month's financial report has been released."

The advisor, Su, adjusted his glasses and placed a document on his desk: "This was sent by Li Jiayuan from the mainland. Our logistics network in the mainland covers 27 provinces."

Furthermore, the third phase of the public housing project on Hong Kong Island has been completed. The next step should be to fully complete the resettlement project in the New Territories…”

He Yaozong raised his hand to interrupt him: "There's no need to read out the numbers, I know them by heart!"

He turned and walked toward his desk. Just as his fingertips touched the document, a crisp electronic voice suddenly rang in his mind.

[Ding! The system has detected that the host's cumulative cashback amount has exceeded the threshold. System upgrade program initiated. 5% 35% 78% 100%! System upgrade complete!]

He Yaozong's fingers paused slightly, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

Finally, it 'dinged'!

He had been waiting for this moment for far too long, but he never expected it to arrive on such an ordinary morning.

All the hard work has finally paid off at this moment.

He was indeed very much looking forward to seeing what the upgraded system could bring him!
【恭喜宿主解锁系统全部功能：1.危机预警模块（可提前72小时预知针对宿主的威胁）；2.体质强化模块（可兑换超越人类极限的身体素质）；3.未来科技树模块（可兑换领先当前世界20-50年的技术图纸）】

"Mr. He... are you alright?"

The advisor, Su, noticed He Yaozong's unusual behavior and couldn't help but whisper a reminder.

He Yaozong snapped out of his reverie, a barely perceptible smile curving his lips: "It's nothing, I was just thinking about some interesting things."

By the way, has the Legislative Council finalized its agenda for next week?

"Arrangements have been made. The amendment to the Hong Kong Island Public Finances Control Ordinance is the top priority. As per your instructions, we will restrict the Governor's Office's control over the special fund."

"very good!"

Ho Yiu-chung nodded: "Whoever controls the government's purse strings, truly controls Hong Kong. By the way, what's Fat Peng's reaction?"

The advisor, Su, revealed a sly smile: "The Governor has been unwell recently, and it is said that he has not left his official residence for three consecutive days."

The Provincial Treasurer, Huo De, has been quite active lately, constantly bringing Chen Fang'an to meetings large and small, frequently appearing in public.

A cold glint flashed in He Yaozong's eyes: "Chen Fang'an...it seems that Huo De is preparing to find a successor for himself."

He walked to the liquor cabinet, poured himself a glass of whiskey, and the amber liquid shimmered with golden light in the sunlight.

The clash six months ago seems like it happened just yesterday, but now the political landscape of Hong Kong Island has been completely transformed.

The voices of the pro-British faction in the Legislative Council are growing weaker, while the influence of Hengyao Group has permeated every corner of Hong Kong Island.

"Inform Big Circle Leopard that I agree to his last proposal."

After Master Su left, He Yaozong once again immersed himself in the newly upgraded system interface.

With a thought, he brought up the crisis warning module, and a series of semi-transparent red warning boxes immediately appeared in front of him.

[Warning: A political conspiracy targeting the host within the last 72 hours has been detected! Threat source: Chief Secretary Hod, former Deputy Financial Secretary Chen Fang'an...]

[Warning: Negative media coverage plans detected within the next 36 hours! Threat source: Hong Kong Island Daily, Far Eastern Economic Review...]

He Yaozong sneered. These clowns really haven't given up.

He casually opened the physique enhancement module and used the system cashback he had just received to redeem "top-level fighting skills" and "extreme endurance".

A warm current instantly flowed through my body, my muscle fibers seemed to be recoded, and my five senses became exceptionally sharp.

However, this feature did not arouse much interest in He Yaozong. This feature should have been given to him when he was starting out!

Its appearance now seems somewhat better than nothing.

At the special Legislative Council meeting in the afternoon, Ho Yiu-chung, as a representative of the business community, sat in the first row of the audience.

On the stage, the newly appointed acting president of the Legislative Council, Li Guoneng, is reading out the amendments to the Public Finance Supervision Ordinance.
A document drafted at the behest of Ho Yiu-chung would completely strip the Governor's Office of its power to bypass the Legislative Council and use special funds.

"According to Article 3 of the amendment, any special expenditure exceeding HK$5 million must be approved by a majority vote of the Legislative Council's Finance Committee..."

In the back row of the hall, several pro-British MPs whispered among themselves, their faces grim.

Especially for those close associates of the Governor's Office, now that this bill has passed, they no longer even have plans to make money.

He Yaozong's gaze swept over them, finally settling on Chen Fang'an in the corner.

In contrast to the dejection of figures like Fat Peng and Hodgson, she remained active in Hong Kong politics, becoming a new spokesperson for pro-British forces.

Chen Fang'an seemed to sense He Yaozong's gaze, turned her head and met his eyes, her eyes still full of provocation and resentment.

He Yaozong smiled slightly, raised his teacup to greet her, his movements elegant yet carrying an unmistakable air of victory.

The debate lasted three hours, and the amendment was ultimately passed with 45 votes in favor and 12 votes against.

The moment Li Guoneng struck the gavel, He Yaozong noticed that Chen Fang'an hurriedly left her seat, presumably to report to her master.

"Mr. He, congratulations!"

A New Territories legislator walked up to him and said in a low voice, "Hodd has submitted his resignation to London and recommended Chan Fong On to succeed him as Chief Secretary."

"As expected."

He Yaozong straightened his suit cuffs: "Are the materials ready?"

The legislator nodded: "The transaction records provided by Soros are extremely detailed, including evidence that Chan Fong-on, during her tenure as Financial Secretary, privately leaked Hong Kong government financial policies to Wall Street investment banks. Once made public, it would be enough to put her in Stanley Prison for a full ten years!"

"No rush, let her be happy for a few more days."

He Yaozong glanced at his watch: "Remember, even after the location of Huo Debukong's Provincial Administration Office is revealed, we must still pretend that nothing has happened!"

The setting sun at Bijia Mountain bathed the earth in gold.

On the terrace of He Yaozong's villa, Le Huizhen was gazing at the distant horizon, lost in thought.

"What are you thinking about?"

He Yaozong wrapped his arms around her waist from behind and gently rested his chin on her shoulder.

"Think about how many earth-shattering things you've done in the past six months."

Lok Wai-ching turned around and stroked his forehead with her fingers: "The newspapers are full of you. You forced the Queen to step down and reformed the Legislative Council. Ho Yiu-chung is now the most powerful person in Hong Kong."

He Yaozong took her hand and kissed her palm: "Power is just a tool, not an end. You know what I want."

Lok Wai-ching simply shook her head: "I don't care about any of that, I'm just worried about..."

"worry about what?"

"I've always felt that I'm not good enough for you, that I'm not capable of being Hengyao's sister-in-law!"

"Crazy line!"

He Yaozong laughed and cursed, and was about to say something when his cell phone suddenly rang.

I pressed the answer button and found it was Mr. Soda calling.

"Mr. He, something's happened! Huo De just held a press conference to announce his resignation from his position as Chief Secretary for Administration due to health reasons, and recommended Chen Fang'an to succeed him."

What's more troublesome is that before he resigned, he implied that the Legislative Council reform was a "political conspiracy by certain business groups," practically naming you!

Ho Yiu-chung smirked coldly: "These bastards are just too stubborn to give up until they're completely defeated. Notify the media that I will hold a press conference at Heng Yiu headquarters at 10 a.m. tomorrow. Also, contact the Commissioner of Police and tell him that I have some criminal evidence against former Financial Secretary Chan Fong-on to hand over to him."

After hanging up the phone, He Yaozong looked at Le Huizhen, whose face was full of worry.

"Let me tell you, being a good sister-in-law is all you need to do is prepare a hot soup for your husband at home when you sense he's tired and coming home late!"

The following day, the lobby of Hengyao Group's headquarters was packed with reporters.

He Yaozong stood behind the podium, dressed in a sharp suit, with a scanned copy of a document displayed on a large screen behind him.

"Dear friends from the media!"

His voice was steady and firm: "Sir Hodgson's remarks yesterday deeply regretted me, and in response, I must announce a painful fact."

He clicked the remote control, and the document on the screen zoomed in, revealing Chen Fang'an's handwritten signature.

"This is a record of secret communications between then-Assistant Secretary for Administration Chan Fong-on and Goldman Sachs Asia at the end of last year. In it, she revealed details of the Hong Kong government's internal discussions regarding the impending adjustment of the linked exchange rate system, directly leading to the abnormal fluctuations in the Hong Kong dollar that year!"

The room erupted in uproar, and flashbulbs went off like crazy.

Ho Yiu-chung continued, "Even more serious is that Ms. Chan Fong-on received as much as $200 million in compensation, and these transaction records have been submitted to the Independent Commission Against Corruption (ICAC)."

Mr. He!

A foreign journalist raised his hand and asked, "Is this evidence legally obtained? How can you prove its authenticity?"

"The evidence comes from a Goldman Sachs whistleblower. We have the right to protect the whistleblower's evidence, but this evidence has been verified by an international accounting firm."

He Yaozong lied without batting an eye—in reality, all of this was damaging information provided by Soros.

He added, "I welcome anyone who has doubts to verify this!"

Less than two hours after the press conference ended, the Independent Commission Against Corruption (ICAC) announced that it was launching an investigation into Chan Fong-on.

That afternoon, footage of this Chinese woman, who was considered the most likely candidate to become the first Chief Secretary of Hong Kong Island, being arrested in a disheveled manner made it onto all the evening news.

……

Inside Courtroom 1 of the High Court on Hong Kong Island, the oppressive atmosphere was almost solid.

Chen Fang'an stood in the dock, her once exquisite makeup unable to conceal the dark circles under her eyes, and her well-tailored Chanel suit now felt like a prison uniform binding her.

In the front row of the audience, Ho Yiu-chung sat quietly, tapping his knees rhythmically with his fingertips, as if he were enjoying a meticulously choreographed opera.

"Prosecution's 37th piece of evidence: Goldman Sachs Asia internal email dated January 18, 1992."

The prosecutor's voice was loud and clear: "The defendant explicitly mentioned that 'the Hong Kong government will adjust the exchange rate fluctuation band before the Lunar New Year,' which is a full two weeks before the Financial Secretary's official announcement!"

The projector displayed the contents of the email on a screen on the left side of the courtroom.

Chen Fang'an's nails dug deeply into her palms; the email she thought had been destroyed long ago now felt like every punctuation mark was piercing her retina.

Even more frightening was the encrypted email address at the end of the email—her Swiss account, which she used specifically to receive illicit funds.

For some reason, Fat Peng's old advice resurfaced in her mind—'The financial tycoons of Wall Street are ruthless; they only care about money. They're not suitable for cooperation!'

"be opposed to!"

Her defense lawyer suddenly stood up: "The source of this evidence is questionable; it's very likely..."

"invalid objection!"

The judge, wearing a wig, coldly interrupted the lawyer before he could finish speaking: "The Independent Commission Against Corruption (ICAC) has confirmed that the chain of evidence is complete!"

The judge was even a little sleepy. All the people on the jury, including himself, had been arranged by Ho Yiu-chung.

Even if Chen Fang'an's lawyer were to utter the most eloquent words today, Chen Fang'an, standing in the dock, is already firmly in her position!
What the judge didn't expect was that even Chen Fang'an's defense lawyer received funds from Chen Tianyi's law firm...

His current defense is merely an attempt to preserve some semblance of dignity for the rule of law.

Subsequently, various data points were transmitted through the court's sound system, systematically dismantling Chen Fang'an's last line of defense.

"According to the transaction records..."

The sound of the prosecutor flipping through documents was particularly jarring in the silent courtroom: "Just 48 hours after the email was sent, the defendant received two transfers totaling $80 in his Credit Suisse account."

I have grounds to bring new charges against Ms. Chan Fong On; her actions not only constitute job-related crimes but also raise suspicions of treason against Hong Kong!

Amidst the sudden commotion in the gallery, Chen Fang'an finally broke down.

She turned to the media section and screamed, "This is political persecution! This is absolute political persecution!"

The bailiff immediately pressed down on her violently trembling shoulders to stop her from taking any further drastic action.

During recesses, the corridor outside the courthouse became the last stronghold of the pro-British faction.

Former Legislative Council member Ronny Tong waved his arms excitedly at the BBC camera: "This is the darkest day for the rule of law in Hong Kong! An elite who has served the Hong Kong government for twenty years has actually been..."

His voice stopped abruptly—the camera then captured the image of Ho Yiu-chung.

The man simply walked calmly down the corridor, followed by six assistants in suits. The sound of his leather shoes on the marble floor made the protesters unconsciously take a half step back.

"Councilor Tang."

As they passed each other, He Yaozong suddenly stopped: "I heard that your son's tuition at Cambridge is still unresolved? Perhaps you should check on the offshore accounts frozen by HSBC."

Tang Jiahua's face turned pale instantly. He hadn't even told his wife this secret—how could He Yaozong know about his assets in the Cayman Islands?

When the court reconvened, half of the previously crowded public gallery was suddenly empty.

Those once arrogant Justices of the Peace and representatives of British banks vanished as if by prior arrangement. Only a few foreign journalists wearing tinted glasses remained, faithfully documenting the massacre.

"Defendant Chen Fang'an, after deliberation by the jury, this court finds you guilty of misconduct in public office and bribery!"

The judge's pronouncement was like a death knell: "Multiple offenses combined, I am sentenced to twelve years and three months in prison, without parole!"

As the bailiffs handcuffed Chen Fang'an's wrists, she suddenly stared intently at He Yaozong.

The man was adjusting his cufflinks and didn't even glance at her.

This deliberate indifference was more despairing than any mockery—from beginning to end, she wasn't even worthy of being an opponent, but merely a discarded piece on the chessboard.

In the visiting room of Stanley Prison, Chen Fang'an mechanically chewed on the pineapple bun her sister had brought.

My favorite Hong Kong-style dim sum now tastes like sawdust.

"Sister!"

The younger sister hesitated before speaking: "Sir Hodgson returned to England last week and sold the garden in Australia that he had promised us before he left."

Chen Fang'an sneered. The British gentleman who promised to protect her was probably receiving a medal at Buckingham Palace right now.

"correct!"

The younger sister suddenly lowered her voice: "The Governor asked me to pass on a message, saying... saying that you must keep this a secret, they are trying to find a way..."

"Let them die!"

Chen Fang'an suddenly sprang to her feet and smashed the plastic plate against the bulletproof glass.

She seemed to be going crazy: "They're all liars! What queen, what ideal? Twelve years later, the British have long since left Hong Kong!"
Why didn't the Governor's Office hear a thing when I was on trial?!

When the prison guards rushed in and pinned her down, this once elegant female politician was still screaming hysterically.

To fall from being a privileged individual to a prisoner is utterly unacceptable for a proud "banana" (yellow on the outside, white on the inside)...

Chen Fang'an had no idea that this was just the beginning.

In the future, suffering and torment awaited her in prison!

……

In the days that followed, Ho Yiu-chung seemed to disappear from the public eye.

He handed over the daily operations of Hengyao Group to a professional team, handled the affairs of the Legislative Council with the Chinese members of parliament he had supported, and he himself truly went into hiding, beginning to enjoy a rare and comfortable life.

Spending money with a purpose can actually be quite exhausting!
After a period of rest, He Yaozong began to frequently take flights to and from various countries.

The futuristic technology provided by the system gave him unprecedented advantages. In Switzerland, he registered a biopharmaceutical company; in Silicon Valley, he invested in several seemingly ordinary startups; and in the Cayman Islands, a secretive technology research and development center was under construction…

Three months later, Ho Yiu-chung was lying on a white sand beach in the Maldives.

He intends to buy a small island in the South Pacific and then build a unique global research center on it.

The world's most advanced technologies will gather here, and we'll build this parallel world like Lego bricks, starting today!

As the sun sets, the waves gently lap against the beach.

When no one was watching, He Yaozong brought up the system interface and looked at the line of flashing golden text:
[Currently available technologies for exchange: Quantum computing (30 years ahead of current technology), Graphene mass production technology (25 years ahead of current technology), Gene editing technology (20 years ahead of current technology)]

He smiled slightly and closed the interface.

The tools to change the world are at your fingertips, but there's no need to rush.

In this parallel world, he still has plenty of time to write his own legend!

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