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Chapter 129 "129" Chan Ho-nam, you think you're the boss in Wan Chai? (Bonus chapter for monthly votes)
At this time, Nan Zheng was still unaware of what had happened the night before. After arriving in Wan Chai, she spent the entire night with Judy Tong.

It was almost dawn when Tang Judy finally fell asleep, exhausted.

I woke up in the afternoon.

"Why are you so crazy this time? Didn't your girls give you enough fun?" Tang Judy laughed, hooking her arm around Nan Zheng's, her long legs in black stockings swaying, her eyes full of seductive charm.

"It's definitely booming, but it's not enough." Nan Zheng grabbed a handful of things and laughed.

Nan Zheng felt that Tang Judy really got her money's worth.

She is on par with Ding Yao.

After all, it had several buffs, so it was maxed out immediately.

"How many properties have you acquired so far?" Nan Zheng asked, lighting a cigarette.

"Sixty percent, the rest I'll keep hanging. I want them not only to beg me to sell, but also to sell at rock-bottom prices," Tang Judy said through gritted teeth.

"What, you hate them a lot?"

“Of course, otherwise why would I keep them hanging on? Who else but me can bail them out? Who would dare?” Tang Judy said playfully, then added:

Everyone knows I have a powerful backer.

"You're still stirring up trouble now? You've almost burned down your backer!" Nan Zheng cursed.

Tommy covered her mouth and chuckled.

"I'll give you 100 million. Throw it into the stock market and earn some interest. Then, in a couple of years, go and buy up real estate at rock-bottom prices," Nan Zheng said, lighting a cigarette.

Zhu Tao has over 40 million, Lian Haolong has over 40 million, Lin Dayue has sent over 5 million recently, and there are other miscellaneous spare cash, which adds up to about this amount.

Since there's no point in keeping it anyway, I might as well make money work for me.

If you throw all of that into Judy's hands, you'll still have about ten million left in your pocket.

As long as no large-scale fighting occurs during this period, it should be sufficient.

Being in charge isn't easy. After all, he had already given Gao Jin and Xiahou Wu over five million yuan in the recent fighting, and he still hadn't sorted out the mess with the hundreds of people at the hospital.

“The real estate market is just so-so right now, I think it’s more appropriate to buy at the bottom,” Tang Judy said after thinking for a moment.

"Two years is more suitable!" Nan Zheng said confidently. The real estate market only started to recover after the Sino-British Joint Declaration was issued in 84. There are still two years left, so there's no rush. It's better to make some investments.

However, Nan Zheng doesn't understand this, but he can find someone who does to do it.

That just so happens to be Judy Tom.

“Okay,” Tang Judy said hoarsely, “but where did you get so much money? The person in charge has a hundred million? That’s terrifying.”

"How much? I don't think so," Nan Zheng said dismissively, genuinely believing it wasn't much.

Hung Hon-yee, a veteran of the Number Gang, opened the largest disco in Hong Kong Island, earning 400 million HKD in a single week.

That's four hundred million from the mid-1980s!

Even novels wouldn't dare to write like this.

Even if the turnover was 400 million in seven days, Nan Zheng still found it outrageous. The key is that they actually succeeded, and the disco didn't end until Hong Hanyi retired from the business.

Otherwise, he could have earned even more.

Nan Zheng's current businesses and industries combined don't even generate 40 million in revenue per month, let alone profits or 400 million per week.

Compared to that, it's far inferior.

"I recently took over a mahjong parlor; it's located in the Central and Western Districts," Nan Zheng added.
"I'll send someone over to modify it, and then you can have the people from the Rose Society check it out."

“There are many wealthy people in Central and Western Districts, so I can probably make quite a bit more money each month.”

"What are you going to do?" Tang Judy asked, pulling off the black stockings that had been torn to shreds, leaving only a section at the base of her thigh.

"The casino," Nan Zheng said directly; he had already made up his mind when he came.

Tang Yuli continued to operate his mahjong parlors, and then expanded them by adding another floor to create an underground casino.

This back-and-forth is much more profitable than just running a mahjong parlor.

The income needs to be increased at least fourfold.

Furthermore, since mahjong parlors are legal, even with a large flow of people, if the police come to check, as long as they get a heads-up in time, there's no fear of any accidents.

After all, he only plays the "button-down" mode. If the police go to the underground casino and can't find any gambling money, they can just bribe someone and the matter will quickly be dropped.

The remaining two mahjong parlors are located in Causeway Bay and Kowloon.

For those in Central and Western Districts and Causeway Bay, Nam Cheng plans to remain inactive, while those in Kowloon will move back to Tsim Sha Tsui East.

In this way, the wealthiest regions would all have their own casinos.

As long as you maintain a good reputation and credibility, it will be difficult for you not to prosper in a few years.

It's like pouring water into a pig's cage!

……

Nan Zheng ate a quick bite, stretched her cracking back, and then went to the Brilliant Bar in Causeway Bay.

This bar used to be the headquarters of Boss B, but after he went bankrupt...

Chan Ho-nam then took over.

I heard they're planning to invest in expansion, giving it a makeover and turning it into a new Peacock Nightclub.

As soon as Nan Zheng and his group arrived, Chen Haonan, who was drinking with Shanji, Baopi, and the others, immediately stood up and said, "Young Master Zheng, what brings you here today?"

"Young Master Zheng," Shanji and the others replied, standing up as well.

"Nothing much. I heard you, handsome Nan, are planning to open a nightclub, so I came to check it out and give you my verbal congratulations," Nan Zheng said casually, puffing on a cigarette.

Chan Ho-nam laughed: "Young Master Cheng is a very busy man, and he has helped me, Chan Ho-nam, quite a bit. How could I let you come all by yourself?"

"I should be the one treating you."

"Enough with the nonsense, let's get down to business." Nan Zheng sat down in the office, crossed her legs, and began to explain the matter.

Chan Ho-nam nodded: "It's just turning the mahjong parlor into a casino, you can do whatever you want."

“I said before that once I become the person in charge of Causeway Bay, you can do whatever you want with the business.”

"Just don't bring your enemies across the street."

"Opponent business" simply means business with competitors, like bars competing against each other, where customers are easily snatched away.

If this were to actually happen, forget about being in charge; you wouldn't even be able to be brothers anymore.

After all, they are immoral and insane.

"Don't worry, I just want to earn more money, not cut off someone's livelihood." Nan Zheng scoffed.
"Your nightclub hasn't even opened yet, how could I possibly have the time to do this?"

“That’s true.” Chan Ho-nam nodded again.

"Next, I will open another twenty to thirty snack shops here. He Min will come over then. She will discuss the specific details with you."

"Just help me find a good spot," Nan Zheng said, and Chen Haonan immediately agreed.

This was something we had discussed beforehand, so there's not much to say about it.

Chan Ho-nam is a man who values ​​face but doesn't care much about money, so he doesn't bother Nam-kwan much.

A good artillery platform needs this kind of person.

Otherwise, Jiang Tiansheng wouldn't have treated Boss B as a confidant, and at a crucial moment, he would have let his whole family die to trick Liang Kun.

A henchman will never know his true worth until the very end.

After strolling around Causeway Bay again, Nan Zheng felt that it was truly a bustling place, especially with its extremely high foot traffic; it would be difficult not to make money in a legitimate business.

Tsim Sha Tsui is suitable for fishing.

In comparison, both places are equally impressive; it just depends on which industry you're in.

"Boss, Dongman Bar." Just as Nan Zheng was about to get into her car and leave, Wang Jianguo pointed to a small bar not far away across the street.

Nan Zheng turned her head and looked at it with a playful expression: "This is getting interesting."

"It's just a bar, what's so strange about it?" Big Foot asked, puzzled.

“Dongxing’s Dong!” Wang Jianguo sneered.

"These days, naming a child is all about creating a buzz. Most people choose names with characters similar to their own, otherwise they won't even know if someone smashes their property later."

Then he turned around and looked around again, marveling at the sight:

"Boss, I remember this is Chan Ho-nam's territory, right? Tung Sing has already figured out that we're here after they've covered our tracks?"

"Should we call and let them know?"

"No need, they're already here." Nan Zheng pointed to Da Tian Er and the others.

……

"Where are the people from before?" Da Tian Er asked the parking attendant.

“People from before might not know, but I do know that tonight is our Dongxing’s responsibility,” the henchman said directly.

"Dongxing?" Da Tian Er laughed, then suddenly kicked the sliding bar counter next to him, and seven or eight people immediately rushed out of the bar.

The underling pushed aside a few henchmen, then pointed at Da Tian Er: "My boss said that today is the opening day, we're just here to offer our congratulations, not to cause trouble."

“Hung Hing, if you want to play in the future, I’ll play with you slowly.”

"Fine." Da Tian Er was amused and annoyed, turning back to point at Dong Xing and the others as he walked away.
"Then you can wait now."

……

Before long, Da Tian Er called over Chan Ho-nam, who was wearing a white suit, with dozens of henchmen behind him, cursing Tung Sing as they walked.

"Brother Nan, you have no idea how arrogant those guys are. They said Causeway Bay belongs to them!"

"Interesting." Chen Haonan sneered, picking his ear as he spoke.

"Don't they know that I, Chen Haonan, am in charge of these streets?"

“They definitely know!” said Chao Pi, who had already been discharged from the hospital and recovered from his injuries.

“We had only been arguing for a few minutes when seven or eight people from Tung Sing immediately jumped out. It’s obvious they know where this place is.”

"They're specifically targeting us."

"Then let's get ready to get to work." Chen Haonan looked up and saw a powerful, imposing black Chevrolet parked on the street not far away. He said calmly:

"Get two dump trucks ready. If we can't reach an agreement, just run them over."

"No matter whose side they are on."

"You guys get ready, I'm going to have a quick chat."

Chan Ho-nam led Greyhound and Chicken forward. The window in the back row slowly lowered, revealing a young man with an arrogant expression and sharp eyes, a playful glint in his eyes.

"Zheng Shao".

"I was about to leave... but I never expected there would still be a show to watch."

"Handsome Nan, I don't need to say anything more, right?"

"Don't worry, I'll do it." Chen Haonan nodded, determined not to let Nan Zheng look down on him this time, and to do it perfectly.

After all, everyone in Yau Tsim Mong knows exactly how powerful Liang Zheng is now.

Anyone who receives a few words of praise from him can rise to great heights.

Chen Haonan owes his current success to the guidance of others, so naturally he wants to make a good impression.

In no time, Da Tian Er had finished everything, and Chen Haonan led his men inside. When the Tung Sing henchmen saw so many people coming in, they panicked and immediately blew their whistles to signal for reinforcements.

Suddenly, the entire bar was filled with Dongxing members, including the second and third floor corridors.

The small hall was packed from bottom to top. "So it's you guys." Chen Haonan sneered as he watched Hengmei walk over, while someone else cowered and hid next to Hengmei.

Turning his head to look, he exclaimed in surprise, "Brother Ji?"

"Tsk tsk, don't tell me you're just here to show your support."

"Brother Ji, everyone's seen you, why are you still hiding?" Hengmei grabbed the embarrassed Brother Ji's shoulder and pulled him out.

Then he pointed at Chan Ho-nam: "Kid, don't be so arrogant. This is a veteran of three generations of Hung Hing, with a full 51% of the shares."

“Brother Kei, this is not right of you, is it? You opened a bar right across from mine? You even stole the parking business. Do you think Wan Chai is yours?” Chan Ho-nam’s gaze immediately turned cold.

"Hao Nan, that's not what Brother Heng Mei meant. We're all just doing business. If Hung Hing wants to take back this territory, then let's sit down and talk."

Brother Kei is a shrewd guy. Chen Haonan's words were clearly directed at him, but he turned around and shifted the blame to Hengmei.

Suddenly, it was Brother Ji who became the peacemaker.

"Brother Kei, let me speak." He wasn't intimidated by the stern look, then pointed at Chan Ho-nam: "So what if Tung Sing wants to plant a flag in Wan Chai?"

"What nonsense are you spouting? Say it again." Chan Ho-nam rammed his chest into him, causing Hengmei to stumble.

The two groups immediately began pushing and shoving each other angrily.

Just then, a man slowly walked over from the edge of the bar, holding a bottle of liquor. "Chan Ho-nam, you think you're the boss in Wan Chai?"

"I, Crow, simply don't take you seriously."

"What are you bragging about?" The crow flicked its hair dismissively, jumped down, and popped the bottle cap open with one hand.

"You're planting your flag here, huh? Well, I'll help you take it down, shut down your shop, and close your door. How about that?" Chan Ho-nam patted Crow's chest and said coldly.

"Wow, you have pretty big muscles. If I didn't see you calling yourself Dead Bird, I would have thought you were a transvestite."

"Hao Nan, it's just business, do you have to go this far?" Brother Ji advised.

"Brother Ji, are you really stupid or just pretending? This bar is called Dongman, the Dong in Dongxing! You're still acting like an idiot after someone has taken over your building."

"Hao Nan, if you're going to give me any face, don't cause trouble here today..."

"I'm giving you face by not laying a hand on you! Fine, if I'm not going to cause trouble, then I'll make things lively." Chen Haonan's face turned ferocious:

"I'll bring a hundred or eight brothers to drink with you guys every day until you're stuffed, enough to fill the whole place to bursting!"

Chan Ho-nam suddenly grabbed a wine glass from the bar and slammed it down. Greyhound, Chicken, and the others immediately crashed into it. Crow's eyes turned cold, and he led his men to swarm forward as well.

"Don't lay a hand on me!" Suddenly, a foreigner pushed aside the people on both sides and said, "I am Wan Chai Superintendent Robinson."

"I was just passing by on my way home from get off work today and stopped by for a drink. I hope you'll give me some face and not cause any trouble here."

"Wow, you got wind of this bar just after it opened? No wonder you're a Wan Chai superintendent." Chan Ho-nam sneered, then picked up a lighter and lit a glass of wine next to him.

He picked it up and pointed it at Robinson: "You care about your reputation, don't you? Fine."

"But after midnight, I can't guarantee it."

"A toast to you, you dead bird." Chan Ho-nam casually smashed the wine glass on the ground, which immediately burst into flames, before leading his men away.

"Wuhu, that's it." Crow shrugged, holding his wine glass.

"This is going to be difficult." Seeing all the Hung Hing members disperse, Brother Kei's face turned somewhat grim. He hadn't expected Chan Ho-nam's reaction to be so strong.

"Don't do things that are difficult," the crow said with a smile.

"Brother Ji, this is our territory, what are you afraid of?"

You can rest assured.

He didn't flip the table, after all, it was Crow who funded the opening of this bar.

The bar's opening ceremony ended in no time, and many people dispersed and left.

Crow and his friends, their mouths red from drinking, put their arms around Brother Ji's shoulders and were about to go into the office for a long chat when a dump truck suddenly crashed into the doorway.

Upon hearing the sound, the crow's feathers bristled, and it instinctively grabbed a person in front of it and pulled them away before swooping forward.

boom--!
In an instant, sand and stones flew everywhere, dust billowed, and several crooked steel bars exploded in mid-air, flying everywhere, while the ground groaned in agony.

The dump truck's front end was stuck in front of the bar, with three or four Tung Sing henchmen trapped underneath, writhing and screaming in agony as they clutched their broken legs.

Blood mixed with mud flowed all over the ground.

"Cough cough, cough cough... Damn it!" Crow got up and coughed a few times, dusted himself off, turned around to look at the scene behind him, his face was extremely ugly, and he immediately started cursing.

Hengmei was killed in the accident.

The front was the cab, and the back was the bar; it was sandwiched between them like a meat patty.

The person the crow just casually threw away was him.

"Damn it, this is definitely not an accident, Chan Ho-nam, I'll kill your whole family..." Crow was furious and about to curse when Da Tian Er Chao Pi and his group of knife-wielding men stormed in.

"Chop that crow up!"

"Push to the street!"

The crow was terrified and scrambled to leave through the back door, only to be hit by a dump truck that narrowly missed it.

The people following behind were all knocked over.

The henchmen of Tung Sing were caught off guard and were hacked all the way from the lobby to the second floor.

Just then, a figure jumped down from the third floor and ran away silently in a panic.

……

"Brother Kee!"

Nan Zheng opened the door and waved to Ji Ge, who was panicking and running in the opposite direction. Ji Ge immediately climbed up.

"Ah Zheng, it's good that you're here. Damn it, Chen Haonan has gone mad! He even wants to kill me."

"Who told you to open a business on someone else's turf? If I don't kill you, you'll think you're in the right?" Nan Zheng said with a smile, offering Brother Ji a cigarette.

He saw it all.

Chan Ho-nam has really developed his own style; at least he's not the brainless idiot who used to just follow that big moron around.

The more ruthless you are, the longer you can hold your position as a fortress.

However, it must be said that this old guy, Brother Ji, really has a Flash ability, and he can use it to save his life at any time.

The same thing happened with the Triad assassination attempt last time.

Crow is a bit worse than Brother Ji; that bastard has to drag others down with him to survive.

There's the old tiger in front, and a new one with fierce eyebrows behind...

"Ah Zheng, you've misunderstood me. A boss once asked me to collaborate, and I agreed. Later, I found out that their boss was from Tung Sing. I was forced into this situation," Brother Ji said bitterly.

"I've already invested money, so it's like I'm on a pirate ship. There's no reason not to support them, right?"

"Do you think I believe that?" Nan Zheng scoffed.

"You might as well say that Tung Sing gave you shares for free, and you were tempted by greed, so you made a mistake that every man in the world would make."

"Hey, that's a great idea!" Brother Ji's eyes lit up instantly, and he slapped his thigh and exclaimed:
"Okay, let's use that line. I'll ask Liang Kun to help me negotiate a deal later."

Nan Zheng: ? ? ? ?

Damn, you're really using it?
"By the way, Ah Zheng, what brings you here? Aren't you in Yau Tsim Mong?" Brother Kei turned around and asked.

“I control all the businesses in the Hung Hing district of Causeway Bay. I’m just here to see what kind of business I’m planning to do,” Nan Zheng said casually.

Brother Ji suddenly fell silent.

Then his body trembled, and he kept glancing at the doorknob.

"Don't worry, Brother Ji, I won't do anything to you." Nan Zheng grabbed Brother Ji's shoulder, and Brother Ji immediately burst into tears.

"Ah Zheng, I might have lied to Chen Haonan back then, but I'm really not lying this time... I really didn't know you had business rights here, please give me a way out!"

"Wow, Brother Ji, what kind of heartless person do you take me for? Did I ever say I was going to kill you?" Nan Zheng exclaimed, her eyes wide with surprise.

Brother Ji is really in a tough spot now.

Emerging from the tiger's den only to fall into the wolf's lair.

He knew, of course, that Nan Zheng hadn't said she was going to kill him, but he also knew that a dog that bites never barks.

In Brother Ji's eyes, Liang Zheng was a complete mad dog.

Do I need an excuse or reason to kill you?

"Brother Zheng, please give me a chance..."

"I fucking never said I was going to kill you, fuck your mother! Are you deaf?" Nan Zheng cursed.

"Ah Zheng, then just say what you have to say." Brother Ji immediately laughed, because this tone and attitude were just right.

"Tell the people at Dongxing a message," Nan Zheng said calmly, leaning back in her chair.
"If they're not satisfied later, then they can just go ahead and chop up Chan Ho-nam."

"Just say that Chan Ho-nam said it."

"Huh? You want me to deliver a message? That's not a good idea, is it?" Brother Ji's eyes darted around, completely unaware of Nan Zheng's intentions.

However, he knew very well that Dongman Bar could no longer operate, and he would have to withdraw his investment no matter what.

It was understandable if they didn't know who controlled the Causeway Bay business before, but now that they know, they're still doing it.

Then they really deserve to die.

"You've already become a traitor, what do you still care about?" Nan Zheng sneered, then opened the door and kicked Brother Ji out.

"Alright, that's all. I'll be going now."

"Damn it! I'm an uncle, how dare you treat me like this?" Brother Ji said irritably, rubbing his butt as he looked at the Chevrolet that had driven away.

"The Dongxing men are here, kill him!"

When Hung Hing's greyhound saw Brother Kei, it immediately barked. Brother Kei trembled and ran away.

"I'm not from Dongxing, I'm not!"

"I am gay..."

"Did everyone hear that? He's the new 'Five Tigers' Chicken King of Tung Sing! Kill him!"

……

In Kowloon, a group of men in suits left in a large car procession after attending a funeral.

Just then, I saw a Chevrolet drive into Tsim Sha Tsui.

A baby-faced man in a white suit said coldly, "Master Bao, this is Liang Zheng's car."

"Oh? Liang Zheng's car?" The burly man next to her, smoking a cigar, crossed his legs and tilted his head. He looked like a tiger descending the mountain, domineering and arrogant, with an innate disdain in his eyes.

Full of oppression.

“Yes, I heard this car was specially made in the United States, and it’s the only one of its kind in Hong Kong.” Ah-Jack nodded.

They were people from the Wo Po Society who had just attended Lian Haolong's funeral and were on their way back to Central and Western District.

Wang Bao of Hebao Society is related to Lian Haolong.

Once upon a time, the two were of one mind, but in the end they broke up over interests, and even became irreconcilable enemies.

Wang Bao's arrogant face revealed a mocking smile: "I'm quite curious, how did he manage to rise to prominence in such a short time and take down Lian Haolong?"

"I heard he owns a nightclub in Tsim Sha Tsui? Let's drive the convoy there."

"Let's go there for a drink tonight before we leave."

(End of this chapter)