Hong Kong Film Intelligence King

Chapter 187 Getting Rich? Not a chance!
Young Kun is already making phone calls to call for backup:
"Honey, what are you doing?"

"Renovating? With Van?"

"Stop with the renovations, come to the company, there's something good to do, bring Van along."

Han Bin looked at him speechlessly:
"If you're making a call, what am I supposed to call?"

Handsome Kun smiled:
"I saved you the phone bill!"

Han Bin laughed and scolded:
"Screw you, do you think I'm short of money?"

Wang Dao has already ordered people to buy firecrackers:

"Ah Ren, you and Jimmy go buy 60,000 yuan worth of firecrackers!"

Chen Yongren was startled:
"Brother Dao, do we need to buy so much?"

Wang Dao smiled and said:

"There's great news, just go!"

He gave the instructions while tossing the money to the other party.

Chen Yongren said speechlessly:

"Brother Dao, I have it!"

Wang Dao said solemnly:
"This is a private matter and cannot be handled using the company's account."

Chen Yongren remained unmoved:
"Brother Dao, I have money."

Wang Dao laughed and said:

"You want to pay the bill... wait until you become a big shot."

Chen Yongren had no choice but to leave.

That's how it is in this world; if you want to settle your score, you have to consider whether you're a big enough player.

If you're not high-profile enough, then just sit quietly at the kids' table and watch the big shots perform.

Wang Dao then called Le Huizhen:
"Honey, put down your work and come to the company."

Then he spoke to the two of them.
"Any red envelopes?"

Liang Kun pulled open a drawer and took out two stacks of red envelopes.

Han Bin stared wide-eyed:

"Why are you preparing so much? Do you have so many social engagements?"

Liang Kun rolled his eyes:
"Even casual social engagements wouldn't cost me this much."

"I prepared all of this for Ado."

"His luck is unbeatable; he needs to use these red envelopes from time to time."

Han Bin sighed:

"It's truly breathtaking."

Liang Kun shrugs:

You'll get used to it.

Wang Dao returned to his office, carrying a wad of cash that looked to be no less than a million.

"What are you doing standing still?"

"Hurry up and put the red envelope in!"

Han Binren was stunned:
"Ado, is this too much?"

Liang Kun pulled out a drawer, took out several hundred thousand dollars, threw it into the pile of money, and started working:
“Binny, we’re all billionaires now. Giving out this little bit of money to let everyone share in the joy can also increase the workers’ sense of belonging to the company. This is a good thing.”

Looking at the huge pile of money in front of him, Han Bin couldn't help but say:

"You two are billionaires, but I am not."

"Compared to the two of you, I'm just a damn poor guy."

"Why don't you give me some relief?"

Liang Kun and Wang Dao both gave him the middle finger—the boss of Hong Kong's largest gun smuggling group said he was poor, isn't that ridiculous?

Han Bin shrugged and joined the group of people giving out red envelopes.

The three women arrived quickly, and when they came in, they were dumbfounded by the scene before them.

While helping, Bozi asked:
"What good thing is it that makes you give such a big red envelope?"

"Has the box office revenue share for 'Chasing Girls' not been reached yet?"

Handsome Kun laughed:

"This isn't a share of the movie box office revenue. Thanks to Adao, we made a fortune, so we're just sharing a little bit of the good news with everyone."

Van clicked his tongue in amazement:

"What kind of good fortune is it to receive so much money?"

Han Bin said sourly:

“This amount of money may seem like a lot to us, but to Ah Kun and Ah Dao, it’s just a drop in the ocean.”

"We're the only two poor people here."

The girls were shocked.

Wang Dao said to Liang Kun:
"Listen to that, the sourness of our Pinnacle Tiger is comparable to that of aged vinegar."

Liang Kun shrugs:

"He deserves it!"

"When the stock fund was first established, you invited him to join, but he didn't want to."

"It would be fine if he joined halfway, but he won't!"

"Are you getting a little envious now that we're making money?"

Wang Dao chuckled and said:

"That's what you call getting up early but arriving late!"

Han Bin was furious:
"That's enough for you!"

Liang Kun and Wang Dao shrugged in unison.

Van asked in surprise:

"Did your stock funds make money? How much?"

Han Bin became even more sour, pointing at Liang Kun and saying:

"This man is a billionaire."

He then pointed to the royal road and said,

"This person is also a billionaire."

He pointed to himself.
"I'm penniless!"

Liang Kun and Wang Dao both gave him the middle finger.

Van was so shocked he couldn't speak.

Wang Dao laughed and said:

"You were involved too, have you forgotten?"

Van smiled wryly:

"I bought 100,000 worth back then!"

"How much can you earn?"

The Way of Kings is straightforward:
"It's true that you don't earn much, only about forty times the initial investment."

Van sighed:

"That's right, forty times one hundred thousand is four million..."

Her eyes widened, and suddenly she screamed in terror.
"How many?"

Han Bin was so frightened that he quickly covered her mouth.

"Grandma, are you going to reveal all our family's wealth?"

"Don't show off your wealth!"

Van nodded vigorously, pushed Han Bin's hand away, and couldn't help but say:
"Really forty times?"

Wang Dao laughed and said:

"Yup!"

"I would never lie to you about something like this."

Van was so happy he almost jumped for joy and went to hug Wang Dao... Luckily, Le Huizhen stopped him:

"Being happy is fine, but you can't lay a hand on me."

Van stuck out his tongue and quickly apologized:

"I'm sorry, I really couldn't help it."

Le Huizhen asked in bewilderment:

"Didn't Binney give you any pocket money?"

Van had already returned to Han Bin's side, and she said bluntly:
“Binny certainly gave me pocket money, and quite a lot of it.”

"However, this money is my secret stash!"

Han Bin said helplessly:
"Isn't the money I gave you considered part of your secret stash?"

Vanzi asked in astonishment:

"Is that right?"

Han Bin sighed:

"It's for home use, so you don't have to pay for it."

Van sticks out his tongue:
"Oh dear, I forgot!"

Looking at the two, everyone inexplicably felt that the two of them together were a perfect match, complementing each other.

Even with six people working together, it still took them quite a while to finish processing the red envelopes.

After resting for five minutes, Chen Yongren returned covered in sweat. He was startled when he opened the door and quickly called for help.

"Brother Dao, you've ordered quite a lot of firecrackers. Jimmy and I went to several stores to get them all."

The Way of the King:

"Who went with you?"

Chen Yongren scratched his head:

"And Brother Jie too."

Wang Dao casually picked up six red envelopes from the table and handed them to Chen Yongren:

Here, two red envelopes for each person.

Chen Yongren was stunned:
"no need?"

"I just ran an errand!"

Wang Dao laughed and said:

"Silly boy, where do you think this red envelope came from?"

"Everyone in the company gets a share, but the three of you are just running errands, so you get an extra share."

Chen Yongren then accepted it.

Liang Kun claps his hands:
“Binny has brought red envelopes, let’s go hand them out.”

Han Bin's eyes widened:

"No, why should I be the one handing out red envelopes?"

As if it were the most natural thing in the world, Liang Kun said:
"You're not a company member, you're here to help. If you don't accept a red envelope, how are we supposed to give out red envelopes?"

Han Bin's lips twitched, and he gritted his teeth, saying:
"I want a red envelope!"

"We need to take one more."

Liang Kun glanced at Han Bin and teased:
"Get out!"

"You're supposed to be a Beni Tiger, are you just eyeing these two red envelopes?"

"The rest of the red envelopes are yours!"

Van quickly said:

"Me too, me too!"

Handsome Kun was speechless:

"Sister-in-law, I was just joking with Benny."

It's perfectly normal for men to tease and insult each other.

He wouldn't dare do that to his friend's wife. Vanzi didn't care at all:
"I love red envelopes."

Liang Kun glared at Han Bin, as if to say, "Aren't you going to do something about your wife?"
As a result, Han Bin looked at Van with a doting expression, and Liang Kun immediately backed down!

What kind of people are these?!
So he simply stopped caring and started handing out red envelopes all over the company with Wang Dao, Bo Zi, and Le Huizhen.

Ever since Wang Dao started, Qiankun Film and Television Company has had the tradition of giving out red envelopes.

The people in the company were almost ecstatic.

I don't know what day it is today, but I actually received a very generous red envelope.

I secretly opened it and couldn't help but pinch myself.

Good heavens, it's ten thousand!
This is more than I earned in three months of working.

So everyone in the company was:

"May Mr. Li get rich."

"May Mr. Li get rich."

"May Wang Sheng get rich."

"May Wang Tai get rich."

"May Han Sheng get rich."

"May Han Tai get rich."

Liang Kun certainly wouldn't really let Han Bin be his follower; after all, Han Bin was one of the major shareholders of the stock market fund, so let's distribute red envelopes together.

They gave out quite a few red envelopes this time, even though the entire company, including both front-line and back-office staff, had fewer than a hundred people.

On average, each person earns at least ten thousand.

Sending red envelopes brings joy, and Liang Kun's smile never faded. By the time he had made sure everyone had received one, he still had many red envelopes left in his hand.

There's no need to send out these red envelopes.

With a wave of his hand:
"Let's go set off firecrackers!"

The company's employees followed the boss down in a large group; anyone who didn't know better would think that Qiankun Film and Television Company had suddenly turned into a gang!
Li Jie, Chen Yongren, Jimmy, and Little Fatty A Jing had been busy downstairs for quite some time.

The ground was covered with a thick layer of firecrackers.

Handsome Kun shouted loudly:

"Anyone who dares to set off firecrackers, come out."

So all of them stepped forward.

This is a joyous occasion, and although they have no idea what the joy is about, they've already received huge red envelopes, so why should they worry about anything else?

Just follow the leader's lead and be happy!

The plaza below the company building is full of people from Qiankun Film and Television Company.

Everyone held a lit cigarette, and at Liang Kun's command, everyone bent down and lit their own.

Firecrackers were lit in succession, and a woman screamed in fright. At that moment, a man naturally stepped forward to save the day.

Firecrackers boomed, red confetti flew everywhere, and smoke filled the air.

Everyone came out to watch the spectacle.

The neighbors asked:

"Does your company have any good news?"

The person from Qiankun Film and Television Company replied:
"I don't know, the boss gave out red envelopes today, probably to commemorate it!"

The neighbors who live in Bengbu are wondering what's wrong with Qiankun Film and Television.

Setting off firecrackers when your father dies, or when your enemy dies—that's all understandable…

But giving red envelopes should be a commemorative gesture...

This is completely incomprehensible!
The property management staff looked at the scraps of paper scattered all over the ground and were on the verge of tears. Good heavens, when will this ever end?
Liang Kun took out two red envelopes and stuffed them into the manager's hand, without mentioning the scraps of paper at all, only saying:

"Let's share in the joy, let's share in the joy."

The property manager naturally smiled and waited for Liang Kun to turn around. He quietly opened the red envelopes and his eyes lit up immediately—good heavens, each red envelope contained more than ten thousand yuan!

The property manager shouted:
"Mr. Li, would you like to play it again?"

Handsome Kun smiled and waved his hand:

"I'll definitely put it on next time there's a happy occasion."

The property manager responded:
"We'll definitely lend a hand then."

Are you kidding me? More than 20,000!

Give 10,000 points to the cleaners, and they'll be all smiles.

The rest is yours, and everyone is happy.

The property manager, however, wanted to keep it all for himself.

But considering the legendary background of Handsome Kun, he dared not!
They did give a red envelope, which means they've taken care of everything.

This includes not only the cleanliness of the ground, but also the grievances of the cleaners!

The reason why a property manager can stay in this position for a long time is that he can handle everything skillfully. He may not have much power, but he can satisfy the needs of people from different backgrounds.

Liang Kun claps his hands:
"I'm leaving, it's a company dinner today."

The Way of the King:

"How about going to Ah Qiang's place?"

Lam Kwan nodded:
"Okay, I'll book his place for tonight!"

Wang Dao nodded:
"Row!"

Han Bin was astonished and turned to Bozi and Le Huizhen, saying:

"Two sisters-in-law, aren't you going to try to persuade them?"

"That's a nightclub in Shanghai, where the turnover can reach a million in one night."

Bo Zi said calmly:
“Kun is destined for great things. I’m just a woman, so I’ll just support him from behind.”

Han Bin choked quite badly.

Le Huizhen smiled and said:
"Wow, a million dollars to make everyone happy, what a bargain!"

Han Bin was in even more distress.

Van shook his head:

"Binny, you might as well just tell Kun and Dao."

"These two women only have eyes for their husbands."

Han Bin was about to speak when he suddenly came to his senses and stopped his reckless behavior.

Chen Yongren acted swiftly, heading straight to Shanghai Nightlife with the check.

Silly Qiang said speechlessly:
"We're brothers, there's no need to calculate like this, understand?"

Chen Yongren sighed in astonishment:
"Brother Qiang, this is the price for booking the entire venue. Are you going to pay for it with your own money?"

Sha Qiang immediately fell silent.

He wanted to pay for it for his boss, but did he have the money?
That's right. After paying the bill, Sha Qiang can earn around one million yuan from the entire street, which sounds like a lot.

The accounts weren't calculated in detail.

Raising a younger brother costs money.

This one is worth one or two thousand, that one is worth three or four thousand. By the time it reaches Sha Qiang's hands, he'll be lucky to keep two hundred thousand.

Of course, in this day and age, 200,000 is a lot of money.

He doesn't have the ability to come up with a million.

So Sha Qiang silently accepted the check and informed Boss Zhu that the entire Shanghai Nightclub had been booked by Qiankun Film and Television Company that night.

Boss Zhu was overjoyed. Liang Kun... no, Mr. Li's business is really big.

Today they actually wrote a check for one million to book the entire venue.

A small check made Boss Zhu even more in awe of Liang Kun—being able to write checks meant that Zhengxing was making a lot of money; being able to book out the entire Night Shanghai in one go meant that the other party was extremely capable of making money; looking at Sha Qiang in front of him, could Liang Kun's background be hidden from him?
He truly has connections in both the legal and illegal worlds.

Impressive!
Boss Zhu was determined to maintain good contact with Liang Kun no matter what.

If you don't curry favor with such a powerful figure, then who will you curry favor with?
Liang Kun arrived in a grand procession with the entire company. Night Shanghai is a famous nightclub on Nathan Road, capable of accommodating hundreds of people for entertainment.

Qiankun Film and Television naturally doesn't need that many people.

Handsome Kun clapped his hands and shouted:
"Tonight, the company will cover all expenses. Everyone, drink and have fun to your heart's content, let's get this party started!"

The chubby boy took the lead and shouted at the top of his lungs:

"Long live Li Sheng!"

All the employees were wailing and howling.

Handsome Kun beckoned and called Sha Qiang over:
"Let the brothers have some fun too, but be careful not to let it interfere with our work."

Sha Qiang was extremely grateful.

They were just here to keep watch. There's already a "No Entry" sign outside the nightclub. Tonight, they can just join in the fun with the people from Qiankun Film and Television!

Liang Kun toasted everyone a few times, and then everyone went back to drinking.

These bosses naturally keep their employees separate, otherwise the employees would feel uncomfortable.

A boss is a boss, and an employee is an employee. Even if you give away a small portion of your shares to others, you are still a boss and an employee.

Only a fool would confuse the relationship between a boss and an employee.

Van looked around at the people and asked curiously:
"Brother Kun, you've struck it rich now, haven't you?"

Han Bin said sourly:

"If I weren't stupid, I'd be rich by now!"

Van comforted him:

“Binny, at least you got on Ado’s bus now, so you won’t miss any opportunities to make money in the future.”

Liang Kun pointed at Wang Dao and said:

"If we're talking about getting rich, we have to look to Adao..."

"If he says he's made a fortune, then he really has."

Han Bin said speechlessly:
"You're a billionaire, isn't that considered making a fortune?"

Handsome Kun said seriously:
"That depends on how you define getting rich."

"In the eyes of a beggar, earning 100 yuan a day can be called getting rich."

Wang Dao laughed and said:

"Brother Kun, you're too naive. Professional beggars live much better lives than ordinary people."

"They easily earn over ten thousand a month."

Liang Kun cursed under his breath.

"For white-collar workers, earning 10,000 yuan a month is considered making a fortune."

He was afraid that Wang Dao would give another example, so he went straight to the point:
"For Vanzai, a million a month is considered making a fortune."

“I just listen to Adao. If Adao says I’ll get rich, then I’ll get rich.”

Han Bin then asked:

"After this case is closed, do you have any new cases?"

Wang Dao was taken aback and said:
"Who told you the case was closed?"

Han Bin asked, puzzled:
"They've all made a profit and left; isn't it over already?"

Wang Dao smiled and said:
"No, we made a profit and left the market, but those two foreign families didn't. Our operation began when those two foreign families ran away."

Han Bin looked at him suspiciously:
"what do you mean?"

Wang Dao explained:
"Didn't you do serious research on these two stocks before?"

"You've wondered why these two stocks don't have any growth potential, haven't you?"

"It's simple, they set it up."

"Once a stock falls from its peak, it will inevitably plummet without any support."

"But do you think it will fall back to the previous price of 13 or 14 cents?"

"will not!"

"They'll hit the critical point..."

"Then, it's time for us to enter!"

The three women didn't sense anything, but Han Bin was horrified and looked at Wang Dao in disbelief:

"You want to acquire the foreign firm?!"

(End of this chapter)