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

Chapter 52 "52" Nobody knows more about real estate than me
With such a commotion, many military personnel rushed to the scene, and ambulances arrived at the scene very quickly.

Huang Yang was still grabbing the drunken, dejected man's collar and yelling, "Was it Liang Zheng who did it! Was it Liang Zheng who did it! If you say no, I'll be the first to kill you!"

The disheartened man reiterated his previous statement: "He doesn't know anything," "The car grew legs and drove off in the middle of his sleep," and "It has nothing to do with him, and he doesn't even know any Liang Zheng."

He then asked the forensic doctor to check the car's gasoline, suspecting that the car had come back to life.

The car came back to life...

You can't say something like that without ten years of cerebral thrombosis and twenty years of mental illness.

It actually looks quite convincing.

Nan Zheng had already returned to the nightclub and lit a cigarette.

"Magic Lamp, find out where he lives, how many people are in his family, and how many pages are on his household registration."

"The cop or the fat guy?" Genie asked, startled.

"What do you say?"

"Want both."

"Also, go to a mental hospital and spend money to get that guy a level two mental illness. Money is no problem, the important thing is that it can be done."

With this proof, plus a decent lawyer to handle the lawsuit, let alone three years.

He should be out in three months at the latest.

Now it all depends on whether the person is lucky enough to be discouraged.

“Leave it all to me,” said the genie.

She was also surprised by Nan Zheng's unbridled behavior.

To do this in broad daylight, with a police officer nearby, is utterly lawless.

But it's precisely because of these big shots that things are interesting.

If everyone is timid and cowardly, and always backs down when faced with a problem, then what's the point of being a junior member?
"Ah Zheng, what fat cop? What happened outside with all that commotion?" He Min came out of a karaoke room.

"It's nothing," Nan Zheng replied casually.

He had already given Huang Yang two chances; there's no third time.

He wouldn't give the other party a third chance.

"Oh, right, didn't you want to manage the business? I'll let you manage the shops in Tsim Sha Tsui." Nan Zheng exhaled a cloud of smoke and said:
"We'll accumulate enough capital during this period, and in two years we'll get into real estate."

"Go into real estate?" He Min was taken aback.

“Yes! No one understands real estate better than me, no one understands its future development better than me, and no one understands how the world works better than me,” Nan Zheng said confidently.

The real estate market will crash by the mid-1980s at the latest, which will be the time to buy at the bottom.

He's using all these avenues to make a fortune right now, all for this period of time.

Buying up land and real estate can increase prices by tens or even hundreds of times, which is much faster than robbing money.

"Let's go, I'll take you to check out the place." Nan Zheng turned around and hugged He Min with a smile, waving her hand to let them get into the car and head to the casino.

Huang Yang didn't take it to heart at all.

These days there aren't many surveillance cameras. If there are, they're mostly pixelated, showing images but not people.

There are countless ways to fake someone's disappearance.

……

After Nan Zheng and the others left, Huang Bingyao received news from Tsim Sha Tsui.

I was completely stunned.

He called Huang Yang back and scolded him: "Why did you go and provoke Liang Zheng for no reason?"

"Old Ding, I didn't provoke him. It's just that Hongtai recently had a new leader, and they're all corrupt. I just went over to give them a warning," Huang Yang stammered.

"Do you think I'm an idiot?" Huang Bingyao said angrily, slapping him across the face.

"Don't think I don't know you and Liang Zheng had a conflict over a girl before. Do you think everyone in the Major Crimes Unit is brain-dead?"

"If the foreigners find out, you'll never be able to get a veterinary license again. You'll be stuck in Yuen Long as a cowherd for the rest of your life!"

"This this……"

Huang Yang immediately panicked; he hadn't expected Huang Bingyao to know about this.

"Old Ding, that bastard Liang Zheng hired someone to run me over with a car. The Major Crimes Unit should be able to file a case."

"You hit me? Fine, then let me ask you, where's the evidence? Where are the witnesses? Have you spoken to the Department of Justice? Where's the suspect's statement?" Huang Bingyao laughed angrily, sat down, and tapped the table as he spoke.

Huang Yang was speechless after hearing each word.

Huang Bingyao didn't even need to think twice; Nan Zheng must have spent a fortune on a settlement for this, and the driver who did the job would definitely claim it was a mistake, drunk driving, brake failure, or some other vehicle problem...

In short, Nan Zheng will eventually be at peace.

He's a seasoned veteran; how could he not know what gangsters do?
If someone is really killed in this kind of accident, you can't catch them unless there's substantial evidence.

"Speechless now? Hmm?"

“Using your position for personal revenge, Huang Yang, you’re really something.” Huang Bingyao pointed at Huang Yang, who was covering his face: “From today onwards, don’t report to the Major Crimes Unit anymore. Go to Donglong Island and guard the pond.” “Donglong Island? That’s a deserted island.”

"Otherwise, why would I ask you to go?"

Huang Yang: "..."

After being scolded and cursed again, Huang Yang left feeling extremely frustrated and on the verge of exploding.

Huang Bingyao was also at his wit's end. He rubbed his temples and sighed.

I'm saving you, you idiot.

……

When Nan Zheng arrived at the underground casino, she found that Sang Bo's men were already standing together, looking menacing.

Not many, about fifteen.

"I'm sure everyone knows what happened last night." Nan Zheng looked at everyone and went straight to the point:

"My good brother Sangbo was cruelly killed by those bastards Hong Tai."

"I want to avenge him. Who agrees and who disagrees?"

"Sweep away Hong Tai!"

"Chop up Fatty Bo!" the men of Sangbo roared. The anger from waiting all night had already reached its peak, and there was no need for further words.

“Very good.” Nan Zheng nodded in satisfaction. “Whoever avenges my good brother Sang Bo will be in charge of this casino from now on.”

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone in Sangbo had a burning desire in their eyes.

They knew very well the scale of this casino; it wasn't an ordinary gambling den.

Making several million a month is not a problem.

"Also, I need to inform you all." Nan Zheng pointed to the others:
"My collaboration with Sangbo was a secret between us... but then, a group of people suddenly appeared and double-crossed us."

"There might be a mole among you."

"I'm still investigating this mole. Be careful and don't get shot in the back."

The members of the Sangbo group immediately looked at the people around them with wariness. The brothers who were once as close as sworn brothers had instantly become some unspeakable enemies.

Whether they believe it or not, the person is dead, so Nan Zheng can say whatever she wants.
Whether they live or die depends on their performance.

Then he instructed, "A-Jin, take a hundred men over to Wang Jianjun."

"Let's see what they do tonight."

"it is good."

After dispersing everyone, Nan Zheng sat arrogantly on the office sofa, full of self-satisfaction.

They've just gotten a casino for free.

It's a pity that Sangbo, that good-for-nothing, didn't have time to run a loan shark business in Tsim Sha Tsui.

Otherwise, they could make another killing.

"Ah Zheng, you spoke so manly just now, no wonder you're a big shot." He Min hugged Nan Zheng's neck and said admiringly.

"Of course, there are even more manly ones!"

"With a casino this big, wouldn't ordinary people who come to gamble lose nine out of ten times?"

"This is a casino, not a gambling den. Do you think ordinary people can come here? I wouldn't even bother to make money off them!" Nan Zheng said dismissively.

If you're going to do something, do it in a high-class way. What kind of business is it to make money off ordinary people? How much money can you possibly make?

My life is worthless; even a loan shark can't get my money back.

Nan Zheng had already planned it out: this event would be about taking money from big spenders, the wealthy, and the nouveau riche.

These are the real big fish, the high-quality customers.

However, we're short of dealers right now, so we need to find a few more con artists.

……

That very night, Wang Jianjun and his men took over two streets in Kowloon City, as well as several bars in the vicinity of Tsim Sha Tsui East.

Without Chen Mei in charge, and with Fei Bo having just taken over, his position is far from secure.

Then Wang Jianjun led his team to attack, and they scattered Hong Tai's troops in one fell swoop. They also took the opportunity to sneak into the main camp and kill Fei Bo.

He became famous from then on.

Nan Zheng's rise to power was short-lived; he had just entered Tsim Sha Tsui from Tuen Mun, and not long after, he moved from Tsim Sha Tsui to Kowloon City, even taking down Hung Tai's newly appointed leader.

Liang Zheng's story exploded again, and she became incredibly famous. Her reputation spread from Tsim Sha Tsui to Stanley, and even college students became her enthusiastic fans.

Wang Jianjun's reputation for his war-making prowess also spread, further boosting Nan Zheng's fame.

Just like how clothes make the man.

Even weapons of war are used as cannon fodder in Liang Zheng's hands, which shows how powerful and formidable she is.

(End of this chapter)