Hong Kong films: Drawing lots to determine death? I'll send the boss to the Western Paradise.

Chapter 176 "174" Who says you can't kill people in a fancy restaurant?
On the first day of the Lunar New Year, the new year officially began, and the entire Hong Kong Island was decorated with various red lanterns, creating a very festive atmosphere.

Firecrackers crackle and lion dances are unique traditional features of China.

Nan Zheng also woke up early at the hotel, having specially changed into a red suit, red from head to toe, looking even more imposing than his mother, Santa Claus.

It's a festive occasion.

Standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, watching many people congratulating each other on the street, I casually lit a cigarette and, without turning my head, asked, "Awake?"

"Mmm..." Wang Fengyi leaned her head softly on Nan Zheng's shoulder, her face full of charm and languor.

"Are you really not afraid that I'll turn into a monster?" Nan Zheng glanced over.

Wang Fengyi was so frightened that she trembled all over.

She quickly crawled back into bed and got dressed.

"Damn it!" Nan Zheng laughed and cursed, but she was unusually happy today.

It's the New Year, after all.

No matter what kind of fighting, killing, or arguing it is, it will all stop during this period.

We've had a few peaceful days now.

After all, cops have families, and gangsters have families too. Do they really not need to go back and give out red envelopes?
"Go back by yourself." Nan Zheng yawned. "I have some things to do, so I'll go back to Tsim Sha Tsui first."

"Your own company is right across the street, you don't need me to send bodyguards, right?"

"No need." Wang Fengyi poked her head out from under the covers and then shrank back in.

Nan Zheng thought she was quite interesting.

He pulled back the covers and slapped her again.

The echo could be heard throughout the entire room.

He then left laughing heartily.

As she heard the door close, Wang Fengyi couldn't help but mutter, "They pull up their pants and then forget about me, making me walk home. How can I possibly walk home?"

"There is nothing good about men!"

He then covered his red leg and limped toward the toilet.

It took Wang Fengyi a long time to recover and slowly moved back to the company.

"Fengyi, did you have fun last night?"

"You know perfectly well that I did it voluntarily," Wang Fengyi said, sitting on the sofa with her chin in her hand, staring at the trash can, somewhat lost in thought.

"If you didn't do it voluntarily, what else could it be?" Wang Dong said with a smile.

"It's just that I haven't gotten over my mental hurdle yet; things have progressed too quickly, that's all."

Your mother and I were like that back then.

"That young man, Liang Zheng, is a bit of a scoundrel, but at least he's not a beast or a piece of trash. Now that he's risen to prominence, if we join forces, we're sure to grow bigger and stronger in the future."

"Besides, none of us are good people. When you're out in the game, you have one foot in the grave and the other in prison," Wang Dong said slowly.

"Liangzheng is a good support."

“But Daddy, didn’t you say before that the more outrageous a person is, the faster they die?” Wang Fengyi said speechlessly.

"I did say that, but... when has Liangzheng ever failed?"

Wang Dong's sudden question caught Wang Fengyi off guard.

Indeed, Liang Zheng seems to have never failed, let alone lost.

From Sai Kung to Tuen Mun, from Tuen Mun to Tsim Sha Tsui East and Kowloon City, then straight to Tsim Sha Tsui, then shining brightly at the fireworks stage, breaking up two top-tier companies, and finally even advancing into Wan Chai on the main island, now they even have the ambition to dominate Tsim Sha Tsui...

Despite having done so much and carried out numerous assassinations, Nan Zheng has never been in any trouble.

He seems to be born to be in the center position.

From the day it rose to prominence, it has shone brightly and has never dimmed.

“Fengyi, you’ve grown up now. Next, I want you to do something…” Wang Dong said when he saw Wang Fengyi start to think.

Wang Fengyi snapped out of her daze: "What is it?"

"You should know that our Quan'an Society, with Robinson's support, has completely transformed itself and become a clean investment real estate company."

Although Quan'an Society still has many shady dealings, they are only slightly tainted.

We have completely abandoned all the shady dealings and despicable acts of the past.

“But a problem has also arisen, that is, the interests are too huge, and if we give them up directly, some people will not be satisfied…” Wang Dong glanced at Wang Fengyi, and his meaning was already very clear.

That means there were traitors in the company before.

“I’ve already found out. It’s a former high-ranking member of our organization, Gui Tou Yong.”

“Ghost Head Yong? Uncle Yong?” Wang Fengyi asked in confusion. She knew this person.

I've watched her grow up since she was a child.

He and Wang Dong were brothers who fought side by side to build their empire.

However, due to conflicting interests, they have fallen out, to the point of being irreconcilable enemies.

“That’s right, it’s your Uncle Yong.” Wang Dong nodded, not denying it.

"He's started a new Quan'an Society, recruiting his own people and taking many of us with him... But that's not a problem. Everyone has their own ambitions, and I won't make things difficult for him."

After all, they've been brothers for a long time, and their paths are now different, so their interests aren't really aligned. What's wrong with him starting his own gang?
A good brother shouldn't block your path to wealth.

"But what he shouldn't have done was secretly record a lot of my dirty secrets behind my back. This is absolutely intolerable!" Wang Dong's eyes suddenly flashed with murderous intent.

"Fengyi, I want you to kill him."

Wang Fengyi was greatly surprised.

"This matter is in your hands."

You don't need to do it yourself, but you must give the orders and be the one in charge.

"Don't hold back, because there are too many people in this world who are bound by family ties and are destined to achieve nothing great, and to live a mediocre life..."

"Your good uncle, who has watched you grow up, is your whetstone."

"If you take him down, you'll rise to the top."

Wang Dong's words were quite clear; he was there to support Wang Fengyi.

After all, she was a woman, and she didn't have much experience or ability in the Quan'an Society.

Even though the company has transformed, some of the older employees may still be dissatisfied.

Now that He Shichang, one of his trusted confidants, is dead, Wang Dong will naturally want to promote a new person.

Otherwise, when we get old, who will we be able to rely on?
"Okay." Wang Fengyi hesitated for a moment, but after thinking for a while, she nodded.

"But Daddy, who do you want to help me? Your trusted aide, Wei?"

“It’s him.” Wang Dong clapped his hands, and a man in a high-necked trench coat walked in through the door. His face was meticulous, and his eyes were cruel.

"Ah Fei?" Wang Fengyi was somewhat surprised. She knew that this person was He Shichang's confidant in the past, and also the most ruthless and capable Red Pole of the Security Society.

“That’s right.” Wang Dong nodded with a smile.

"This time, I'll have him help you deal with Gui Touyong personally."

"But you only need this one person. Whether you can handle it and succeed depends on yourself."

……

"It's Chinese New Year today, where did you go?"

Upon seeing Nan Zheng return home, He Min immediately turned hostile.

Nan Zheng glanced at her sideways, then lay limply on the sofa.

He lit a cigarette before saying, "Talking business, huh? You think you're free?"

"Talking business? I bet you're more interested in spending the night with some girl." He Min pounced on Nan Zheng and sniffed her.

With a look of disgust, he said, "Which vixen is this? She smells like a filthy vixen."

"You only become slutty when you get on me, right?" Nan Zheng chuckled, and He Min angrily slammed a hammer at her.

"You dare to insult me? I'll show you..."

"Just wait and see how I deal with you!" Nan Zheng pushed him away with her backhand.

I casually took off the white sock on my right foot.

Hmm, one is completely naked, the other has a buff, that's the right flavor.

One million battles omitted...

An hour later, Nan Zheng, looking refreshed and invigorated, pulled up her pants and scoffed, "Trying to mess with me? You're still too green!"

"You bastard, you're such a bastard." He Min lay on the sofa, too exhausted to have any strength left.

I don't know why Nan Zheng has become so fierce lately.

He only worked for a few days.

Just as Nan Zheng went into the restroom to relieve herself, a voice came from outside: "Hey, are you going to handle the gambling ship business at sea?"

"What the heck?" Nan Zheng was completely confused.

"It's the God of Gamblers Ko Chun and that Chan Kam-shing... How about taking me along?" He Min's tired expression immediately turned into one of excitement.

"Are you going, or is your cousin going?" Nan Zheng asked disdainfully as soon as she came out.

"I didn't expect you to know all this." He Min said with a grin, not feeling embarrassed at all.

Because she has never cared about anything related to the underworld.

Now he suddenly says he's interested in gambling licenses.

Chen Xiaodao also liked the God of Gamblers, so he figured it out after a little thought.

"We'll see when the time comes. I haven't decided on this myself yet," Nan Zheng said after thinking for a moment.

"You're the organizer, and it's not confirmed yet?" He Min asked in surprise.

"If I were the organizer, the high seas would be mine." Nan Zheng said sarcastically, "The betting amount alone is hundreds of millions of US dollars. Do you think I'm a god?"

“That’s true,” He Min muttered. But even if Nan Zheng wasn’t the organizer, he was still an indispensable figure.

It's powerful enough, after all.

A gangster king, the emperor of Tsim Sha Tsui, a legendary figure in Hong Kong... Could someone like this be just a pretty face?

"Have your cousin practice his gambling skills; you never know when they might come in handy," Nan Zheng added, and He Min's eyes lit up immediately.

"You want him to help the God of Gamblers?"

"Amin, have you been a boss too much these days and lost your mind from being a teacher? Are you fucking an idiot? What's so great about your cousin? You're making him help the God of Gamblers?" Nan Zheng looked at He Min like she was an idiot.

"Just don't let him get someone killed!"

"I don't know, just ask." He Min angrily punched him again.

"Let him frame someone, frame them for cheating, forcibly chop off their hand, double-cross them." Nan Zheng didn't care and directly stated her idea.

As for who the target is...

He hadn't thought it through yet, but he figured he could take a look once he got on board, since there were plenty of wealthy people on the gambling ship anyway.

We'll randomly select one lucky viewer.

……

Nan Zheng took a nap, yawned, and arrived at the nightclub. The lobby was full of all kinds of long banners.

"Damn, this nightclub is acting like a matchmaking agency. Should we switch careers and become matchmakers?"

"Happy New Year, boss!" Taibao walked over with a big red cotton-padded jacket.

"It's Chinese New Year, it's a time for celebration, so just do whatever makes you happy and comfortable."

“In my opinion, we should keep up with the times and take down all these Spring Festival couplets. Hang up Durex condoms instead, and we’re guaranteed to have many children and much happiness!” Nan Zheng waved her hand, leaving Tai Bao looking shocked.

The scarred men around were all completely dumbfounded when they heard this.

What the hell?
Are you going to create your own Chinese New Year celebration?

"Just kidding, you bastards. Everyone come to my office later and get a dollar coin. Consider it a lifesaver," Nan Zheng said with a laugh, instantly livening up the atmosphere.

Most of the gangsters went home for the Lunar New Year, but those like Tai-bo, Wah-dee, and Lok Tin-hung, whose entire families had died, had some rare free time to gather at nightclubs, have hot pot, and sit together chatting and drinking.

They're practically family now.

A-Wu and Gao-Jin also went home.

As for which company it is, I don't know.

Nan Zheng didn't bother with them; she figured nothing would happen during the New Year.

If something really happens...

That's just bad luck.

To be hit with such bad luck during the Lunar New Year, who can you blame but yourself?

At the same time, all sorts of negative news from the newspapers and magazines flooded Yau Tsim Mong.

Nan Zheng had already arranged for this matter to be handled, so she took advantage of this festive occasion to publicize it extensively.

Anyway, all the senior members of the New York Times are doing all sorts of sensational news... and it's sweeping the nation like crazy.

In just one hour, many people were treated to a feast for the eyes. They all knew very well who the newspaper was targeting.

Want to get out of poverty? Did you ask me first?
Ni Yongxiao was sensible, and Nan Zheng left him some of her savings.

The Ni family won't starve to death.

But Lao Xin... do you really think I'm a great philanthropist?
Around that afternoon, a young man in a beige suit walked into the nightclub. He was polite and refined, with a touch of scholarly elegance.

It forced people to come out.

"Boss, Lao Xin and Lao Yao," Scarface stepped forward and reminded them.

Back then, the Kowloon Emperor had several wives and more than a dozen children.

And this is the smallest.

"Hello, Mr. Nan." The youngest brother sat down opposite Nan Zheng with a nonchalant smile.

"New gang leader...tsk tsk, you've got some nerve coming here alone. Aren't you afraid I'll kill you?"

“Mr. Nan, I’m a businessman. I have no grudge against you. Why would you lay a hand on me?” Lao Yao pushed up his glasses and smiled. He seemed to be very shrewd and could remain calm in the face of danger.

He then placed a business card on the table: "Yongsheng Film and Television Company".

"The remaining 20% ​​of the shares are for you, Mr. Nan. This is my New Year's gift to you."

"They're really fucking generous..." Nan Zheng glanced at it and immediately sneered.

"That's right. If it weren't for me, you would have just been a small business owner your whole life. How would you ever have a chance to get ahead?"

"The Lin brothers and their ilk have all pledged allegiance to you now, haven't they? After all, they have money and connections."

"I'm afraid I'll have to ask Mr. Nan to be magnanimous; I'm just a businessman," the youngest brother said with a smile.

Nan Zheng lit a cigarette and took a few puffs without saying a word, as if she were thinking.

After a short while, he said, "Alright, then I'll give you that face."

"I'll take the shares."

"Thank you, Mr. Nan, I am deeply grateful." The youngest brother immediately cupped his hands and smiled.

To put it bluntly, this is just a formal invitation to visit someone's family.

After all, with so many brothers and sisters, how could they possibly be of one mind?

Even brothers can turn against each other and fight to the death over money.

Not to mention the various infighting and backstabbing among the members of different households—it's impossible to count them all.

It seems like the youngest brother came to apologize, but in reality, he came to cooperate.

However, Nan Zheng likes this kind of smart person.

Otherwise, how would we divide their assets?
Their wealth and resources are far greater than those of the Ni family.

After all, you shouldn't put all your eggs in one basket; if you collect them all, the total number can be quite substantial.

Before long, the youngest son left quietly, and Nan Zheng watched his retreating figure with great interest.

This guy has the air of a big shot.

In particular, he is also extremely cunning.

Nan Zheng pondered for a moment, thinking about how to deal with her youngest siblings, when suddenly the phone rang.

"Who?"

"Happy New Year, Zheng Ge."

"Wow, Jimmy, you're a big shot now, why did you call me personally?" Nan Zheng exclaimed, her eyes wide with amazement.

"Brother Zheng, stop teasing me." Jimmy laughed awkwardly, then said, "I just finished dealing with things within Wo Luen Shing and reorganized a lot of people. I only have a little free time during the Lunar New Year period."

"Being a leader is more tiring than being a groom."

After Jimmy became the head of Wo Luen Shing, the entire Wo Luen Shing organization fell into silence.

Jimmy didn't even call to say hello, and Nan Zheng almost brought a group of people to chop him up.

Without even saying hello, how are we supposed to know if you're tired of living?
However, Nan Zheng has been busy dealing with the Ni family lately and hasn't had much free time, so she forgot about Jimmy.

"Tell me, what do you want from me?"

“I want to make a change, and I’m prepared to do so,” Jimmy said directly.

"After talking with Uncle Deng for many days, he finally agreed to change Wo Luen Shing into an upstream company and legalize it."

As for the remaining shady businesses, side hustles... in short, all sorts of old underworld ventures, I will gradually sell them off and transfer them to you, Brother Zheng.

Whether you come and snatch it directly or buy it with money is up to you.

After all, you know our positions are different now. Plus, the entire Wo Luen Shing family has a grudge against you, so I can't get too close to them on the surface.

I hope you can understand.

"No need for understanding, I expected this." Nan Zheng said calmly. Wasn't the reason he helped Jimmy up there for this?
With inside help and outside cooperation, they swallowed up Wo Luen Shing's territory.

Then we invested in Jimmy, letting him do business or investment...

As long as we proceed gradually, needless to say, the entire Wo Shing Wo will eventually be ours.

This was an inevitable outcome.

Nan Zheng had already laid out the whole plan.

He only decided to do this because he valued Jimmy for that reason.

“You didn’t come here today for this, but for money, right?” Nan Zheng said again.

“That’s right.” Jimmy didn’t deny it; instead, he readily admitted that it had brought about the problem.

“Transformation is a very time-consuming process, and I also need a lot of money to achieve results. Otherwise, if I don’t see any returns in a short period of time, even if Uncle Deng agrees, the people at Wo Shing will not agree.”

"Whether I agree or not, I agree anyway, because integrating is my damn idea!" Nan Zheng laughed heartily, in a good mood.

"Just name your price, and if I think it's good, I'll spend the money."

"I'll invest as much as you can make."

"no problem."

Nan Zheng's words were very clear: I can be a financial backer behind the scenes, supporting you and the entire Wo Luen Shing company after you come ashore.

But that doesn't mean I'm a sucker.

I can only continue to invest if you have good performance.

Otherwise, we'll get rid of you, replace you with someone else, and reinvest.

Anyway, the money is still the same, it's just a matter of who knows how to use it.

After hanging up the phone, Nan Zheng was looking forward to Jimmy's actions.

I shouldn't let myself down.

After all, in the storyline, just doing logistics could take them all the way up north.

They are quite good at making money.

Just then, a woman in a red dress and red high heels walked in with a young man who had no expression on his face. "Mr. Nan."

"Miss Wang?" Nan Zheng raised an eyebrow, not expecting Wang Fengyi to come.

Wang Fengyi, on the other hand, became quite shy and embarrassed as soon as she entered the room.

It was as if he had thought of something unspeakable and difficult to mention.

“We know each other inside and out. So, what do you need me for?” Nan Zheng patted the seat next to her. Wang Fengyi hesitated for a moment before sitting down, and then Nan Zheng put an arm around her waist.

Wang Fengyi's body stiffened instantly.

Ah Fei noticed it too, but didn't say anything.

Because Wang Fengyi hadn't said much yet.

“Mr. Nan, I’m here to see you today because of my father…” Wang Fengyi was a little nervous. Faced with Nan Zheng’s domineering manner, even her breathing became rapid. She quickly and briefly explained the situation.

"So it's about dealing with traitors," Nan Zheng said listlessly, crossing her legs.

"Sure, no problem, I'll get rid of him for you right away."

“The other side has more than a thousand people, while there are only two of us, including Afei… and Father said that we need to get the dirt on Uncle Yong’s background before things can be considered complete,” Wang Fengyi said, conflicted.

"Damn it! During the New Year, that old bastard Wang Dong really knows how to give me a hard time." Nan Zheng said with a sarcastic smile.

Where is this Ghost Head Yong?

"Right at the Aberdeen pier, he set up his own business there."

"Give me the number... Scarface, call him and say I'm inviting him to dinner."

"If he doesn't give us face, then we'll just do it." Nan Zheng gave the order, and everyone quickly sprang into action.

A few minutes later, Nan Zheng led Wang Fengyi and Tian Yangsheng into the car.

Whether or not the New Year is celebrated is irrelevant to Tian Yangsheng and his mercenaries.

They were already homeless, so what good could they possibly have?

It's enough if the brothers and sisters are together.

Half an hour later, Nan Zheng arrived at a high-end Western restaurant and saw a Mediterranean man eating pasta.

There were still quite a few people sitting at the seven or eight tables behind them, all watching this side warily.

"Fengyi, it's been a long time." Uncle Yong said with a smile, waving his knife and fork, as he saw a young man put his arm around Wang Fengyi and sit down opposite him.

“Uncle Yong, it has indeed been a long time.” Wang Fengyi nodded.

"You probably already know why I'm here today..."

"I know, but I won't hand it over," Uncle Yong interrupted directly, as if he had expected this.

"Wang Dong cut off my source of income. I'm being lenient by not killing him. What's a little dirt on him?"

"Don't worry, after all, he and I are brothers in arms. As long as he doesn't mess with me, I definitely won't mess with him."

"How can I allow others to snore beside my bed? You old fool, you must know what that means, right?" Nan Zheng scoffed.

“I know you, Liangzheng.” Uncle Yong squinted at Nanzheng.

"Since you know me, why waste time talking?"

"Are you threatening me? Liang Zheng, this is a high-class restaurant, a place run by foreigners. You're not going to do anything to me here, are you?" Uncle Yong put down his knife and fork and laughed, his smile contemptuous, with a hint of sarcasm at the corner of his mouth.

“LZ, I know you’re powerful in the underworld, but this is Aberdeen, not Yau Tsim Mong.”

I only came to have a meal here today because of you.

Otherwise, why would a little kid like her ask me out? Hmm?" Uncle Yong pointed at Wang Fengyi with a disdainful look.

Wang Fengyi's face turned very pale.

To put it bluntly, it means that a group of elderly people watched her grow up, and even though she's grown up, they still treat her like a child—this is a derogatory term.

In simpler terms, he's relying on his seniority and can no longer distinguish between the king and the queen.

Otherwise, why would ancient emperors kill their former officials after becoming emperor?

That's why.

"These days, there are plenty of people who know how to give me face, but those who know how to give me face yet don't... heh, you're the only one right here, you old bastard." Nan Zheng slowly placed her hands on the table, leaned forward, and smiled broadly:
"Are you really tired of living? Huh?"

"Liang Zheng, this is a restaurant run by foreigners, and they're the boss here." Uncle Yong's heart tightened instantly, as if he were being watched by a primal beast, and he felt inexplicably flustered.

He had no doubt that the other party would actually kill him.

"Is that foreigner your father?" Nan Zheng asked with a playful expression. "Why don't you bet whether that foreigner would offend me for the sake of a dead man?"

"I'm giving you one minute to think about it, please."

Uncle Yong was suddenly stunned.

I had no idea what tricks they were up to.

"What kind of person is this kid?" Nan Zheng turned to look at A Fei behind her. One minute was up.

“My father gave it to me, saying it could help me solve some problems,” Wang Fengyi said truthfully.

"Boy, do you dare to rebel against the Heavenly Gang?" Nan Zheng slowly lit a cigarette.

"It's my duty," Afei said directly.

"Then let's begin..."

Before he could finish speaking, Ah Fei suddenly grabbed the Western cutlery from the table and stabbed it at Uncle Yong.

Uncle Yong's eyes widened in disbelief as he stared at his chest.

Even Tian Yangsheng was quite surprised.

Nan Zheng suddenly became interested in A Fei.

I've seen reckless people before, but I've never seen anyone this reckless.

Uncle Yong collapsed to the ground, gurgling as he coughed up air, his eyes filled with regret and shock. LZ looked down at him, exhaled a cloud of smoke, and smiled: "Who says you can't kill people in a fancy restaurant? Others might not be able to, but I, LZ, definitely can."

Then he looked at Tian Yangsheng and the others:

"Go ahead, treat it like slaughtering a pig during the New Year... warm up and practice your skills."

(End of this chapter)