Hong Kong variety show: I can boost loyalty, the most generous boss.

Chapter 209, Section 208: Is this a big deal? Only $500 million?

The Eight-Faced Buddha was an elderly overseas Chinese man with bushy long hair, a large beard, and sharp, fierce eyes. He said to Basong:
"Could Duan Kun be dead, and someone is killing him to cover it up?"

Eight-Faced Buddha's face was gloomy as he tried to suppress his anger. He had long suspected that Duan Kun's matter was a conspiracy to lure him to Hong Kong.

He suspected that Zhang Ziwei was responsible for the incident, as Zhang Ziwei had been living under the surveillance of the Eight-Faced Buddha for five years.

Although Zhang Ziwei was being extremely cautious, the Eight-Faced Buddha could still discern some clues.

"General, Duan Kun is very likely dead, and it's highly probable that it was that bastard Zhang Ziwei who did it."

Basong is the top henchman of the Eight-Faced Buddha, but he and Zhang Ziwei have always disliked each other, and the two have conflicts in the village.

Seeing an opportunity to betray his opponent, Basong decisively stabbed him in the back and reported him to the Eight-Faced Buddha.

The Eight-Faced Buddha remained silent for a moment, then sneered and said:
"Whether Zhang Ziwei is loyal or not, we'll find out by testing him. Call him and tell him to come back to the village!"

Basong nodded and immediately used the satellite phone to call Zhang Ziwei, telling him to return to the mountain village right away.

Five minutes later, Basong walked over, shook his head at the Eight-Faced Buddha, and said:

"Zhang Ziwei said he would stay in Hong Kong to find Duan Kun and avenge the general."

The Eight-Faced Buddha's face darkened. He stubbed out his cigar and said to Basong:

"Damn it! Zhang Ziwei is in trouble."

Basong stepped forward, drew his pistol, and said to the Eight-Faced Buddha:

"I'm taking my men to Hong Kong and taking care of Cheung Chi-wai!"

The Eight-Faced Buddha shook his head and said calmly:

"Don't rush. If you take men to Hong Kong to kill Cheung Tze-wai, you'll fall into their trap. Don't forget, Cheung Tze-wai used to be a Hong Kong policeman!"

"If we offend the Hong Kong police, our business will be in trouble!"

Eight-Faced Buddha understood perfectly well that the reason his business was able to reach Europe and America was because of Hong Kong as a transit point.

"What should I do?"

Basong's eyes widened, filled with murderous intent. He had long opposed recruiting Zhang Ziwei, but he never expected that he would raise a tiger that would become his greatest enemy.

The Eight-Faced Buddha was quick-witted and soon came up with a good idea.

"Go to Hong Kong and find Mr. Yang. Discuss a business deal with him!"

Mr. Yang? Which Mr. Yang?
Basong didn't recognize this person and asked the Eight-Faced Buddha in complete bewilderment.

"General, who is this Mr. Yang?"

A hint of apprehension flickered in the eyes of the Eight-Faced Buddha, who smiled and said:

“He is a local bigwig in Hong Kong and also the largest arms dealer in Southeast Asia. Like us, he has a powerful private army.”

"Most importantly, if you want to do business in Hong Kong, you have to get in touch with him!"

Eight-Faced Buddha plans to use Yang Jun's influence in Hong Kong to eliminate Zhang Ziwei, but he also needs to show enough sincerity!

Basong didn't take it seriously; he was used to being arrogant and said dismissively:

"General, you're exaggerating his abilities. In all of Southeast Asia, is there anyone who would dare to disrespect you?"

The army of the Eight-Faced Buddha has repeatedly repelled the regular army of the Dai Kingdom, and its soldiers are known for their unruly and undisciplined nature.

With an air of superiority, the Eight-Faced Buddha chuckled, patted Basong on the shoulder, and said to him:
"Stop talking nonsense, go to Hong Kong and meet Mr. Yang!"

"Yes, General!"

Hong Kong Giant Empire Group.

Ruan Mei stood behind Yang Jun and tenderly massaged his temples.

Yang Jun rested his head on the two marshmallows and closed his eyes comfortably.

"Ruan Mei, your heart has been matched, and you can go to America for surgery next week."

Under Yang Jun's financial offensive, a matching heart was finally found, obtained through legitimate channels rather than purchased from the black market.

It was precisely because it was done through official channels that it took so long. If Yang Jun hadn't been willing to spend money, we probably would have waited another three to five years without any news.

Ruan Mei froze, her face filled with ecstatic joy, and she quickly asked:

"Really? You've really waited for it?"

Ruan Mei has a very poor constitution. She gets out of breath if she walks even a little fast, and she cannot be exposed to too much stimulation. She cannot sing or speak loudly.

She usually speaks softly and gently. Every time she sleeps with Yang Jun, he is very careful, afraid that Ruan Mei will be agitated and roll her eyes.

Ruan Mei couldn't believe it. She knew how difficult it was to get a heart transplant; the hospital told her that even with good luck, it would take 3-5 years.

Yang Jun pinched Ruan Mei's nose and said with a smile:

"Yes, you'll be going to America next week. I've already made all the arrangements, so you don't need to worry about the expenses!"

Ruan Mei was so excited that she jumped onto Yang Jun and kissed him on the lips.

"Don't get too excited, you can't get too worked up~"

Yang Jun was very nervous and slowly comforted Ruan Mei.

"Jun-ge, come to America with me, I'm scared to go alone!"

Ruan Mei, who had never been abroad in her life, said to Yang Jun in a coquettish tone, "I'm so jealous."

"Okay, I've settled everything I need to do, so I'll go with you to America!"

Yang Jun had long wanted to visit the United States, the world's strongest economy, to see if there were any investment opportunities.

Hong Kong's wealthy rely too much on the Chinese market; they should go out and earn money from foreigners!

Yang Jun picked up a newspaper at random. It was full of Zhao Yazhi's headlines, all of which were quite sensational.

Shocking! Zhao Yazhi's marital troubles: Who is the third party?

Huang Dawei was spotted shopping with a beautiful woman late at night; Zhao Yazhi was cheated on!

"Is Zhou Ruifa the Third Party? Zhao Yazhi Responds Directly!" This tabloid is always stirring up trouble, using sensational headlines to attract citizens to buy newspapers. The UC sensationalist style has been overused in Hong Kong's media industry for a long time.

Yang Jun read with great interest. These newspapers were all newly emerging entertainment publications. With the development of Hong Kong's film and television industry, some entertainment publications emerged. They did not pursue the truthfulness of news, but became popular in Hong Kong with sensational and daring news articles.

Hong Kong residents love to hear gossip, so these entertainment tabloids report things indiscriminately, the more sensational the news, the better.

"Boss, this newspaper says you're a homewrecker, is that true?"

Ruan Mei picked up a newspaper and handed it to Yang Jun. Yang Jun glanced at it, and his blood pressure spiked.

Holy crap! I'm a homewrecker? Engaging in shady dealings at a film company? Breaking up someone else's family? Which newspaper and which bastard wrote this?
Even if I did do it, it shouldn't be reported!

Yang Jun had long ago rectified the media industry. The largest media group in Hong Kong is Giant Media, which owns a series of mainstream media such as the Hong Kong Daily News, the Hong Kong Commercial Evening News, and the Chinese Economic Daily.

"Le Huizhen?"

Yang Jun frowned, then smiled and explained to Ruan Mei:

"Of course it's fake! How could I be that kind of person!"

Ruan Mei pouted and snorted coldly:

"Hmph, you're just like that kind of person, a lecherous scoundrel!"

Yang Jun was speechless. Ruan Mei had gone astray too. He was truly innocent!
"You said it, so I'll show you how sexy I am."

"No! This is the office!"

Just as the two were playfully fighting, Ahua knocked on the door, and Ruan Mei took the opportunity to slip out.

Ahua walked in and said to Yang Jun:

"The Eight-Faced Buddha has come to Hong Kong to discuss a business deal with you."

"An eight-faced Buddha? What's there to talk about? I won't see him!"

Yang Jun instinctively refused, after all, the Eight-Faced Buddha was one of the biggest drug traffickers in Southeast Asia, and meeting him might cause trouble!
However, after thinking for a few seconds, Yang Jun agreed.

"Fine, I'll meet him anyway!"

Yang Jun still wanted to give them a chance to meet, and he didn't want to offend anyone for no reason.

"The meeting place is our nightclub, you can make the arrangements!"

"Yes, boss!"

Caesars Nightclub, located on Hennessy Road in Causeway Bay, is one of the largest nightclubs in Causeway Bay.

As soon as Yang Jun got out of the car, the valet at the entrance immediately came up to him with a bright smile and said:
"Mr. Yang, Brother Hua is already inside entertaining the guests."

Yang Jun nodded and led Da Dong and the others inside, while Ahua came out of the private room.

"Boss, the search is complete. They weren't carrying any weapons or contraband!"

Yang Jun then entered the private room with peace of mind and saw Basong and four others drinking with girls in their arms. After Yang Jun entered, Ahua chased all the girls out.

Basong stood on the sofa and did not get up.

“Mr. Yang, it’s not easy to meet you! You have more airs than the Governor of Hong Kong.”

Basong had been in Hong Kong for several days but hadn't seen Yang Jun. He was a little annoyed that he finally met him, but had to be searched before entering the private room.

Seeing Basong's sarcastic tone, Da Dong immediately cursed:
"Fuck your mother! Who are you talking to? This is Hong Kong, not your Dai Kingdom."

Basong was scolded and was about to get angry when he saw that all of Yang Jun's bodyguards were armed.

So he could only swallow his anger, sit on the sofa, and say to Yang Jun:
"Mr. Yang, I am here on behalf of the General to discuss business with you!"

Yang Jun, with his legs crossed, sat opposite Basong and asked casually:

"What business? You know I've never been interested in the baby formula business!"

Basong paused for a moment. He already knew Yang Jun wasn't interested in the milk powder business, so he shrugged and said:

"Of course, you are Hong Kong's anti-drug hero, and many drug lords have fallen into your hands."

Basong hated Yang Jun to the core, but he had no choice but to compromise because of Yang Jun's strength.

Yang Jun eliminated drug dealers like Liang Kun and Crow, and wiped out all of Eight-Faced Buddha's agents. He is Hong Kong's true anti-drug ambassador and the nemesis of major drug lords.

"Haha! You're too kind, no need to flatter me~"

Yang Jun shrugged and responded with a light smile.

Basong's lips twitched, and he almost spat out the wine in his mouth. Was I praising you? Can't you understand what I mean?

"We're planning to purchase a batch of weapons, and we heard you have some good stuff on hand?"

Yang Jun was secretly delighted. Someone wanted to buy weapons from him? What a stroke of good luck!

"Oh, how much are you planning to buy?"

"Tell me, what are your conditions?"

Yang Juncai didn't believe that the other party was offering themselves up voluntarily; there must be conditions involved. So he directly stated what the other party's conditions were!
Basong, head held high and with an air of arrogance, held up five fingers and said with a smile:

Five million US dollars!

"The condition is that you take out Zhang Ziwei, an undercover police officer, for us!"

Yang Jun shook his head and said to Basong:
"Five million US dollars is too little, I'm not interested."

I thought it was some big deal, but it's only five million US dollars, and they're planning to make me kill someone?
Damn! Am I that cheap?
"Sorry! I never kill police officers, I'm a law-abiding citizen."

Wow! The Basong people were dumbfounded. A five million dollar deal, and you still think it's not enough?

Basong felt offended; they were risking their lives and could only earn a few million dollars a year.

"Damn it! You're kidding me?"

Basong slammed his fist on the table and stood up, and Da Dong immediately pointed a gun at his head.

"What do you want to do?"

(End of this chapter)