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

Chapter 228 "226" Help me? Which part of your body do you want to use to help me?
"I heard Liang Zheng is being attacked by a mob. Should we add fuel to the fire and join forces to take her down?"

Inside a farmhouse courtyard, Chen Jincheng looked at Nie Aotian as he approached and asked anxiously.

Nie Aotian glanced at Chen Jincheng's newly reattached right arm. "Who told you that?"

"The news came from outside. My henchman just brought me food and told me," Chen Jincheng said directly, his eyes filled with hatred.

He was previously swindled by Liang Zheng in international waters, losing over 100 million yuan.

It's impossible not to be angry.

Even if it was Liang Zheng who released it.

"Then you've received the wrong message. Not only is Liang Zheng not being attacked by the masses, but he's the one who's going to attack others." Nie Aotian sneered, biting his pipe.

"Chen Jincheng, put away your little schemes... or I won't be able to protect you either."

Chen Jincheng was stunned for a moment.

"You should know that Liang Zheng is a very difficult opponent. Being her enemy is a matter of life and death."

Cooperating with him will bring plenty of trouble, comparable to the Grim Reaper coming to claim your life...

"But cooperating with him often involves a trade-off between profit and risk; the potential profit is directly proportional to the risk," Nie Aotian said slowly.

“We have the ability to avoid risks, so cooperating with Liang Zheng is entirely beneficial.”

"So, why should we deal with him?"

"The gambling ship debt wasn't accounted for, was it? The money lost here is enough for He Xin to justify kicking you out of the board of directors," Chen Jincheng said unwillingly.

“Yes, that’s right.” Nie Aotian nodded.

"But guess why He Xin still won't let me leave the board of directors?"

Chen Jincheng was stunned again.

"It's because of Liang Zheng!" Nie Aotian sneered. "The losses from this incident were originally caused by Liang Zheng. Now he's using what Liang Zheng did to make her take the blame, thereby forcing me to step down... Guess what, won't Liang Zheng bite him like a mad dog?"

"I see." Chen Jincheng said thoughtfully.

To put it bluntly, Nan Zheng has always been a double-edged sword; she might end up in serious trouble.

But being his enemy is a different story.

There's definitely no blood.

But whether the head is there or not is another matter.

Therefore, after returning from Hong Kong Island, Nie Aotian always adhered to the principle of valuing harmony and tried his best to build a good relationship with Nan Zheng.

So the relationship between the two sides is currently quite good.

Not to mention the previous agreement regarding Chen Jincheng's large princess ship and Nan Zheng's 40% share of the profits...

In this situation, only a fool would make an enemy of the other party.

"Let me tell you, Liang Zheng will be coming to check soon, so you better put on a good smile," Nie Aotian instructed again.

“If Liangzheng suddenly takes a dislike to you for no reason and actually tries to bury you, then I can’t protect you.”

"Do you think you're still a boat owner? You're just a boat driver at best."

"The sea here is under my jurisdiction!"

Chen Jincheng forced out a smile that looked more like a grimace.

……

"Is the boat repaired?" Sure enough, not long after, Nan Zheng arrived at the farmhouse in a Chevrolet.

Nie Aotian personally went out to greet him, and said with a smile, "Don't worry, it's almost done."

"Now it's up to you, Mr. Nan."

"Look at me?" Nan Zheng raised an eyebrow.

“Of course, after all, the eldest princess is setting sail again. If there isn’t exaggerated publicity, how can we know if this ship is new or old?” Nie Aotian’s words were ambiguous.

He just wanted people to know that Nan Zheng was the spokesperson for this ship.

That way, no one will dare to cause trouble anymore.

At the same time, it can also prove to outsiders that Liang Zheng is behind Nie Aotian.

At the very least, it's cooperation.

"They're all unregistered passengers, do they really need me to endorse them?" Nan Zheng said with interest, "Boss Nie, are you implying I'm too clean?"

"Mr. Nan, I don't need you to personally endorse me, like with MGM Entertainment. Just get on board, and I'll handle the publicity..." Nie Aotian said with a smile.

"After all, you said it yourself, you're an unregistered resident."

"Now that the eldest princess has gone back into business, there are many more local tyrants around than before. Without a powerful backer to keep her in check..."

They might not even have a stable base before they get attacked and broken apart.

After all, our princess is on a luxury cruise ship, not some cheap, run-down fishing boat.

"Mr. Nan, is that right?" Nie Aotian asked reasonably.

Nan Zheng thought for a while and then said, "Okay, I'll go there then."

"I'm a shareholder, after all. How could I refuse such a thoughtful offer from Boss Nie?"

"Then it's settled!"

Nie Aotian was overjoyed.

Nan Zheng understood why Nie Aotian was so insistent on having her board the ship.

It's definitely not as simple as just an endorsement.

At least back then, the eldest princess was a powerful figure on the high seas, practically monopolizing the maritime gambling business.

Even if we go back up now, we'll be besieged.

How could it possibly fall down so easily?

Did he think it would be easy for him to start a business with others for the first time?

A little thought reveals that the logic is flawed.

It's highly likely that he'll drag Nan Zheng along to compete with the gambling king He Xin.

Anyone can board a gambling ship at sea; it's very flexible and can make much more money than gambling on land.

Tens of millions of US dollars a month.

It would be a lie to say I wasn't envious.

Having considered this aspect, Nan Zheng no longer cared about Nie Aotian's ulterior motives.

Anyway, it benefits me too.

Half an hour later, Nan Zheng boarded the Grand Princess cruise ship that was docked at the pier. She went aboard and took a look around, finding it to be much more luxurious than before.

Clearly, Nie Aotian had spent another large sum of money.

“Mr. Nan, I have made a decision. Chen Jincheng will continue to be at the helm of this ship.”

"What do you think?"

"Whatever. As long as it makes money, it doesn't matter who's in charge," Nan Zheng said with a smile, patting Nie Aotian's shoulder.

"As long as I don't lose money, it's fine."

"Besides, if you use my people... you probably won't be able to sleep at night."

"Mr. Nan is so generous, I like it!" Nie Aotian laughed loudly, without any attempt to hide his feelings.

Business people would rather encounter a genuine villain than a hypocrite.

In this respect, the Nanzheng is still very popular.

Because he never hides his thoughts when he speaks.

If I wanted to do something to you, I would have done it already.

After wandering around Nie Aotian's place a few more times, Nan Zheng finally got into the car to go home.

Nie Aotian and He Xin are still in the same company, both being major shareholders and members of the board of directors.

We separated due to some conflict, but somehow we reconnected recently.

It's probably still because of maritime business.

This stuff is incredibly profitable.

Both gray and black can go up and have a go, unlike on land where you're always afraid of getting caught.

"Boss, cooperating with Nie Aotian is like going up against He Xin. Do you have the confidence?" Tian Yangsheng couldn't help but ask.

"What do you know?" Nan Zheng lit a cigarette, a hint of disdain flashing in her eyes.

“I really don’t know anything about him. But I’ve heard of He Xin’s name in the Middle East. His influence and status are extraordinary.”

"Nonsense, their family has been rich and powerful for generations. Even if they fall on hard times, they're still from humble beginnings. Do you think they're like those thugs on the street? How could they not be famous?"

"So what if it's big? Is it that cool? Ask him if he has nine lives!" Nan Zheng sneered.

If He Xin dares to cause trouble, he wouldn't mind taking advantage of the situation.

However, He Xin is a businessman, and an extremely shrewd one at that; he generally wouldn't do anything particularly foolish.

You'll see now.

Nan Zheng has caused quite a few troubles in Haojiang.

When did you see the other party come to cause trouble?

People with brains only know how to compete in business.

The brainless one was named Morobing, and he's almost six months old now.

After returning to MGM Resorts International, Nan Zheng instructed Long Da to prepare a boat to return to port.

"Have Han Bin and the others gone back?"

"They've already gone back." Big B walked over and nodded, then added:
"It happened this morning, they're probably already preparing the manpower and equipment."

"What about Dongxing?" Nan Zheng asked, turning her head.

"It's unclear at the moment; there's been no movement from Yuen Long or the mainland..."

"But I guess they'll most likely hold a funeral for the camel first, and then find a reason to start filming," Big B thought for a moment, then added:
"It's perfectly legitimate."

"You think it's perfectly legitimate for you to go through with this? Do you think everyone is normal?" Nan Zheng looked at Big B with disdain.

"These bastards tricked me, they already planned how they were going to play me, did they really think this was just a spur-of-the-moment thing?"

"Just wait, it won't be long before they have to openly declare war."

Big B scratched his head, looking puzzled.

In reality, setting aside the extreme gangsters, many people cannot understand the people of Tung Sing.

They're all leaving the fandom, each one more insane than the last.

Get hyped up before the fight starts, and the battle can be so intense it'll make your scalp tingle.

If they didn't have some ability, how could they have become a top-tier group?

Of course, Nan Zheng didn't care how powerful they were; she just needed to find an opportunity to wipe them out in one fell swoop.

Now that Ye Rongtian has been arrested, Lijia has been shut down.

Even if Tung Sing still has some cooperation with them, they have now been cut off from supplies.

Just do it.

If there are still people stirring things up behind the scenes...

Nan Zheng wouldn't mind digging up those scattered graves first before playing with Dong Xing and the others.

Making an example of someone is not enough.

Then let's have one more.

Before leaving, Nan Zheng checked MGM Entertainment's books and found that the company made a profit of more than 30 million on the first day.

Zhou Baosheng and his son accounted for half of them.

Putting aside their contributions, Nan Zheng made a profit of tens of millions that very day.

This is already an incredibly staggering amount of money they've made.

Aside from commissions and bonuses for each of the Hung Hing executives, Nam Keng could pocket three or four million dollars.

Of course, a large number of them were brought over from Hong Kong Island, and they were all big bosses.

After this wave of openings subsides, profits will gradually decrease.

We expect to make one to two million in profit per day.

That's not bad.

After all, it's only the 1980s, and the real golden age of the gambling industry hasn't even begun yet.

If it were the 1990s, with the surge in the number of junket operators and tour groups, this number would probably increase three to five times.

And it's at least three to five times more.

……

After a day, almost all of Dongxing's top executives had returned to headquarters.

Crow and his gang sat on the table, smoking and exuding a murderous aura, each of them radiating rage.

This time when I went to Macau, not only was the head of the gang assassinated.

Even the five tigers and the leaders all slunk back to Hong Kong.

This was another huge embarrassment for them.

Adding to the old grudges, Tung Sing and Hung Hing are now locked in a life-or-death struggle.

The second-route marshal, an old man with white hair, looked at everyone with a somewhat grim expression and said, "A Luo is dead. Who killed him?"

"It's definitely Liang Zheng!" Crow gritted his teeth. "That bastard pretended not to care about anything before, and then he did something underhanded behind our backs. It's him without a doubt."

“That’s right! Besides him, who else in Macau would dare to assassinate Lao Ding?” Sha Meng shouted.

"Even if some people don't care about Hong Kong Island Tung Sing, can they really ignore Dutch Tung Sing?"

"It was obviously done by that bastard Liang Zheng! He's been a lawless person for a long time."

"But how come I received news that Ye Rongtian set this up..." The old man said halfway through his sentence, looking at the crow and the sand bug.

"Uncle Ben, Boss Ye supports us! Now that he's been arrested, what can Liang Zheng say to him? Does he dare not say it?" Crow slammed his fist on the table in anger.

"Even if he's not afraid of death, isn't his whole family afraid of death? You know Liangzheng's personality."

The old man with white hair nodded thoughtfully.

In reality, he wasn't stupid; he knew there were many suspicious points about this matter.

Including Liang Zheng...

Although he was audacious, he wasn't stupid.

Why make such a big fuss about the opening day, and then secretly carry out an assassination on the same day?

Even a fool wouldn't do that.

After all, if you really do that, and things don't go well with the aftermath, who will want to come to your place for entertainment in the future?

However, the old man with white hair couldn't say much, after all, he was just a businessman and never really cared about the internal affairs of the organization.

And there are too many things wrong with this.

His intuition told him that if he insisted on getting involved, he would probably suffer the consequences himself...

“Uncle Ben, you’re the Second Marshal. Now that Lao Ding is gone, you’re the most senior,” Da Dong said.

"Tell me, what should we do now?"

"Crow, what do you think?" The old man hesitated for a moment, then looked at the crow.

Upon hearing this, the crow was surprised that the old man was so sensible as to ask him such a question. He immediately replied, "Old Master's body is still on its way. I'm afraid the Hung Hing people won't even spare the dead, so the process will have to be slow..."

Before that, there's one more thing we need to do so that the funeral hall can be opened and the funeral proceedings can proceed smoothly.

"What do you want to do?" the old man asked.

"Let's start a war with Hung Hing! Let's fight with Leung Kwong!" Crow shouted, standing up abruptly.

“We’ve been fighting Hung Hing for over a decade, when have we ever suffered such humiliation? We’re being suppressed again, and our boss has died…”

This time, no matter what, we must avenge Lao Ding and, while we're at it, drive Hung Hing out of the island.

"Tomorrow, we'll fight Liang Zheng to the death!" Crow said, scanning the crowd with confidence.

This was something he had planned long ago; he absolutely could not hold a funeral first.

After all, if a camel were to undergo an autopsy, the cause of its death would be immediately clear...

But if the fighting starts first, things will be different.

They were already in a strong mood, and everyone was furious.

If they start fighting with Hung Hing, they will definitely put in even more effort and risk their lives than in a normal shootout.

Shame, dignity, face!
As long as we defeat Hung Hing, so what if it turns out that the camel was strangled?
Everyone was thinking about how to divide the profits.

Who cares how the camel died?

The crow was a reckless man, but not a fool; he could figure this out in a day or two.

"Let's start fighting!" Sandman cursed. "I've been putting up with them for too long, this time we have to beat Hung Hing to a pulp."

"You really think Liang Zheng is some kind of gangster kingpin? That's because you haven't met us yet!"

"What do you all think?" the old man asked, looking at the crowd.

“I’ll do whatever Uncle Ben says,” Situ Haonan said, tapping the table. He was Bai Touweng’s confidant.

Benleihu, on the other hand, had an indifferent expression.

Da Dong remained silent.

However, the leaders of Da Mi, Hua Fo, and Fo Tiao Qiang all said they wanted to start a fight.

There were a huge number of them. Clearly, the crows had already dealt with them beforehand.

Seeing this, the old man knew what the crow was up to. After thinking for a moment, he decided not to fight back and said directly, "The minority shall obey the majority. Since everyone says we should fight, then let's fight."

"Ah Xiong, you're the most spirited this time, so you can handle things yourself."

The crow immediately patted its chest and shouted, "Uncle, don't worry, leave it to me."

"Work hard, A Luo is watching you from heaven."

After saying these words, the old man with white hair adjourned the meeting and left with a few trusted confidants.

This statement is actually a double entendre.

However, the crow was now completely absorbed in the joy of becoming the acting leader.

They didn't catch the underlying sarcasm at all.

……

"Good evening, Mr. Li." On the other side, Long Zhiqiang arrived at Li Tianming's house again, entered the villa and sat down without any ceremony, with a big smile on his face.

"The money is ready." Li Tianming snapped his fingers, expressionless, and the butler behind him handed him a money box.

Long Zhiqiang didn't even glance at it, but instead stared at Li Tianming with a smile and said, "Oh my, I really admire Mr. Li. He's so wealthy and generous, sending me hundreds of millions in just a few words."

"I am truly ashamed, so ashamed."

"Don't feel ashamed, just remember your promise," Li Tianming said calmly, his anger gone.

"Rich people can really change their moods and attitudes so quickly; I'm ashamed of myself," Long Zhiqiang said meaningfully.

“No problem.” After taking the box, Dr. Lin kept checking the cash and the amount, and nodded after a short while.

"Great, let's go!" Long Zhiqiang then stood up, laughed heartily, and pointed at Li Tianming.

"When are we going to release them?" Li Tianming shouted from behind.

"Don't worry, if you keep your promise, I will too. We'll release them tonight." Long Zhiqiang waved his hand and left without looking back.

After leaving the villa, Long Zhiqiang divided the money into two portions and then said, "Take this half to Mr. Nan and tell him to keep his promise."

“Okay.” Dr. Lin nodded.

In fact, Long Zhiqiang knew very well how ruthless Nan Zheng was.

And some people are rich.

I am no match for him.

Therefore, all Long Zhiqiang could do was to constantly try to please and show sufficient sincerity.

As for whether Long Zhifei can come back...

Only God knows.

A short while later, Dr. Lin re-entered the villa. The anxious Li Tianming was clearly taken aback. "Why did you come back again?"

He then looked at the butler: "Is there a problem?"

"Money is no problem, sir," the butler said directly, though he himself seemed somewhat bewildered.

"Mr. Li, don't be nervous." Dr. Lin smiled as he carried the money box, then said:

"I just wanted to use the back door, but I didn't know where it was."

"Could you show me the way?"

Dr. Lin is much more cautious than Long Zhiqiang; he's unwilling to take any risks whatsoever.

After all, if we split into two groups, we might suddenly be targeted by a group of people.

There is no place to cry.

Li Tianming seemed to be thinking about it, but he agreed and got up to lead the way.

Wealthy families always have front and back doors, because they're afraid of being robbed and having nowhere to run.

Dr. Lin is well aware of this.

……

"Boss, someone's following us." On the road, a driver glanced at the rearview mirror and turned to Long Zhiqiang to say.

"Looks like those damn cops really don't take me seriously at all." Long Zhiqiang crossed his legs, a sneer flashing in his eyes.

He knew that Li Tianming wouldn't dare to call the police.

Whether the police come or not is another matter.

"Drive to the fork in the road, turn off the lights, and let's play with them for a bit."

"no problem."

Soon, Long Zhiqiang's MPV accelerated and quickly disappeared into the night.

When Chen Jiaju and his men arrived, they found it was a fork in the road.

They had no idea which way the other person was going.

Long Zhiqiang is cunning enough that it's impossible to tell him apart at night without the lights on.

"Brother Ju, which way should we go?" a plainclothes officer asked.

"Go left!" Chen Jiaju made a quick assessment and found slight tire marks on the left side of the road, and decisively gave the order.

The plainclothes officers immediately stepped on the gas.

However, just as he rushed over, he suddenly saw a car parked horizontally in the middle of the road.

This startled everyone.

The plainclothes driver instinctively stepped on the brakes.

However, just as the MPV stopped, three or four masked gunmen suddenly appeared behind it, all armed with AK47s.

Chen Jiaju's scalp tingled!

"Open the door! Jump out of the car! Quickly!"

Da da da da da~~
Da da da da da~~
Three or four gun barrels spewed fire as they struck the car with a series of crackling sounds.

Chen Jiaju and his companions were terrified. They jumped out of the car and quickly rolled down into the bushes.

However, the enemy's firepower was simply too strong, let alone firing back.

They have nowhere to run.

A minute later, the three plainclothes officers were riddled with bullets, and even Chan Ka-kui was shot in the chest.

Only one heavily wounded plainclothes officer remained, barely clinging to life behind the large rock.

Seeing that the matter was mostly resolved, Long Zhiqiang waved his hand dismissively, then had several of his men get into the car and drive away.

Before leaving, he glanced in the direction where Chan Ka-kui was hiding and let out a cold laugh:
"Trying to fight me? You'll be torn to shreds!"

……

“Liang Zheng.” Nan Zheng had just returned to Hong Kong Island when a menacing phone call came in.

"The decisive battle at Fortress Hill is tomorrow. Do you dare to come?"

"Who the hell are you?" Nan Zheng asked lazily.

"What do you think, you tiger descending the mountain from the East Star!" Crow said through gritted teeth.

“You killed our Lao Ding and have been suppressing Dongxing. It’s time to settle this score.”

"Wow, it makes it sound like you guys are the good guys and I'm the bad guy?" Nan Zheng sneered.

"And what's this? Are all the people from Tung Sing dead? How did you, a complete idiot, get to be their representative?"

"Stop talking nonsense with me, are you coming or not?"

In reality, the white-headed old man was not entirely stupid. He knew that the crow was powerful and determined to fight, and he even bribed many people to choose to avoid the conflict.

Now the crow is handling everything, while the white-headed old man isn't involved at all.

Even if Dongxing loses later, he can still protect himself to the greatest extent possible.

Merchants are always looking for good fortune and avoiding misfortune, so they naturally wouldn't be like crows, shouting for destruction.

“Okay, since you’re so eager to play, I’ll play with you.” Nan Zheng had expected this, so she wasn’t too surprised.

"Tomorrow night at midnight, the abandoned buildings on Fortress Hill... I've heard you were quite the hero at the fireworks display, but I, Crow, don't take you seriously!" Crow said smugly.

Now that he's become the top agent for Dongxing, he's incredibly arrogant.

"Then let's give it a try." Nan Zheng chuckled, her heart unmoved, treating the other party's words as a joke.

After hanging up the phone, Tian Yangsheng asked, "People from Dongxing?"

"Yes, he also said he wanted to do another fireworks display with me... Wow, I'm so scared!" Nan Zheng laughed and lit a cigarette.

"Another five hundred against five hundred?" Tian Yangsheng pondered for a moment and then said.

Although he wasn't in Hong Kong Island before, the news had spread throughout Southeast Asia.

I know a little bit about the specific inside story.

“I’m a company boss now! Everyone in Hong Kong calls me Mr. Nan. Do you think I’d fight him? Is he stupid or am I stupid?” Nan Zheng said with disdain and scorn.

"Without tens of millions in benefits, you expect me to personally get involved and play with them? Forget about it."

"They'll get a share of the bullets."

Indeed, this is the real Liang Zheng.

Tian Yangsheng knew that Nan Zheng would definitely not do what she used to do.

The main difference is in our identities.

His net worth is probably not as high as the Li family's, but it's comparable to Li Tianming's.

How could things possibly be the same as before?

"Call Chen Yiyuan and Zhang Chun and tell them to prepare fifty gunmen. Go up there and kill them directly."

"Call Gao Jin, Xiahou Wu, Luo Tianhong, and the others over here. First, check the routes in and out of Paotai Mountain..."

If I find an opportunity, I'll wipe them all out! I'll cripple them all to death.

"Damn it, you want to play tough with me? The last guy this arrogant is probably still in the King of Hell's palace waiting to be reincarnated!"

Hong Kong Island Tung Sing is not the same as Dutch Tung Sing.

His crow's life is even less valuable.

Anyway, it's just a matter of one shot.

Upon returning to the nightclub, Nan Zheng saw Wang Fengyi sitting in her office.

"Good evening, Mr. Nan," Wang Fengyi said with a smile as she stood up.

Nan Zheng closed the door behind her, looked her up and down, and pinched her pert buttocks: "Why do you have so much free time to come see me today?"

“The matter is done…” Wang Fengyi said, her face flushed, her whole body stiff.

Previously, Quan'an Society split up, and someone created a new Quan'an Society.

A group of outsiders from Jiangmen planted their flags behind them.

Therefore, Wang Fengyi has been dealing with these matters in Aberdeen during this period.

I'm here today specifically to give this report.

Ultimately, Quan'an Society is now essentially Nan Zheng's personal tool...

Including Wang Fengyi.

"Is the matter finished, or do you want to act like the one doing the work, and have me do it for you?" Nan Zheng asked with great interest.

"I didn't mean that..."

"You don't have any, but I do!" Nan Zheng said with a laugh, and pushed the person down onto the sofa.

He couldn't help himself every time he saw Wang Fengyi.

Nan Zheng genuinely found her very interesting.

"Mr. Nan... I heard you're going to start a war with Dongxing? Is that true?"

"You know all that? You've eaten too much, and now you're telepathically connected?"

"I don't believe it! I really need to test you properly."

...The super battle process is omitted...

"How did you know that Dongxing was going to start a war?" Two hours later, Nan Zheng tossed him a cigarette, and he leaned against the wall, feeling refreshed as he lit one.

"It came from Dongxing just three or four hours ago..." Wang Fengyi, her face full of allure, embraced Nan Zheng's broad chest and whispered:
Do you need my help?

"Help me? How can you help me? Which part are you talking about?" Nan Zheng looked him up and down again, a mischievous grin on her face.

Wang Fengyi couldn't help but roll her eyes.

That makes sense, as Hung Hing's current status in Hong Kong is unshakeable; it used to have 30,000 men.

It has now soared to over 80,000.

Although this includes many outer blue lanterns, it is still an extremely astonishing number.

It's easy to imagine how large it is now.

Even Nan Zheng himself was unaware of the extent to which Hung Hing's influence had expanded.

There are simply too many places to count.

Being too awesome can sometimes be a problem.

"If you want to help me out, just let me vent my frustrations and keep me in Saint Seiya form at all times, that's enough!" Nan Zheng said with a chuckle.

Wang Fengyi said in a hoarse voice, speechless, "Don't you have any self-awareness? Didn't I help you enough just now?"

"We did help, but it's not enough!"

Nan Zheng rolled over and continued.

The news of the film's opening spread rapidly throughout the country the next morning, causing quite a stir.

Now it's two top-tier teams, each bringing out their elite troops to fight it out.

It's not like before, where small fry come one by one.

This immediately ignited a hot topic in Hong Kong, with everyone drawn to the challenge between the two sides.

Nan Zheng didn't care about any of that. She yawned and came out of the darkroom, then found A Wu. "Where is Ye Rongtian?"

"He was dragged to the storage room by Tian Yangsheng and fed to mold," A-Wu said, then added with great interest:
"Are we going to fight Dongxing to the death?"

"A decisive battle to the death? A bunch of cowards, what's the point of fighting to the death? Do they even deserve it?"

"Go ahead and play along with them for a bit..."

Seeing Nan Zheng's nonchalant expression, A Wu knew that he didn't take the matter to heart at all.

Also.

My boss is a big shot now; he can make the police force tremble with a stomp of his foot.

How could they possibly care about Dongxing?
"Go and prepare the Ten Great Tortures of the Qing Dynasty. If Ye Rongtian is not sensible, play along with him."

"Boss, what do you want him to know?" Ah Wu asked. He hadn't been to Macau, so he knew nothing about it.

I knew Tian Yangsheng had captured Ye Rongtian.

"You don't need to know that. You just need to ask Ye Rongtian whether he will tell you or not."

These words completely baffled A-Wu.

However, he nodded in the end and turned to leave.

Back in her office, Nan Zheng sat down and made a phone call to Taibao. "Go check on Ma Zhiqiang and Xu Wenbiao, see where they are."

"Tie them up too?" Taibao asked.

"Wrong! We are business people, we are civilized people, we should be civilized, do you understand what civilized means?"

"I've invited both of you over. I want to talk business with them politely and make a lot of money," Nan Zheng said with a smile, leaning back on the sofa.

"If there's business and money to be made, then it's definitely something we have to do."

"Okay, no problem." Taibao understood what was going on after thinking about it for a moment and readily agreed.

Whether Ma Zhiqiang and Xu Wenbiao will make money from this 'business' is unknown.

In any case, Nan Zheng definitely made money.

Because Nan Zheng's goal is to make money off them.

After hanging up the phone, Nan Zheng counted the money he had made in the past six months.

Let's set aside those US dollars and bonds.

The cash and Hong Kong dollars alone amount to an astronomical figure, at least several hundred million.

When the time is right, a wave of bottom-fishing will likely bring in another ten to twenty billion.

This is what making money is all about.

Gangsters fighting, killing, and robbing land? That's child's play.

What he wanted was never these profits, but rather to use the gangsters as his base.

The larger the expansion and the stronger the power, the more opportunities there will be to make money and rid the people of evil.

Nan Zheng is a good citizen and a great philanthropist, always ready to contribute to society.

It's coming very soon.

Nan Zheng indeed didn't take Crow and his group seriously; they were just a mob.

He was curious about the headquarters of Dongxing, the biggest local power in the Netherlands, established for nearly a century, an international tycoon, and one of the gangsters... If they swallowed it up, how much money would they make?

Nan Zheng felt that at least several Li Jia were involved.

This is truly an astronomical figure.

(End of this chapter)