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

Chapter 235, Section 234: Hong Wu, the Chinatown Boss, has his left hand caught!

Yang Jun was very satisfied with Alexander's attitude. Seeing the foreigner bowing and scraping before him made him feel particularly pleased, so he said in fluent American English:
"No need to stand at the door, let's go inside and talk!"

The new boss is so young, and he's even an Asian?

Many actresses from the film company were whispering among themselves, all marveling at the company boss's youth and handsomeness, and secretly swooning over him.

"Okay, Mr. Yang, please follow me."

Alexander breathed a sigh of relief. He felt that his new boss probably didn't have a bad impression of him, and that with some effort, he might be able to keep his position!

So, he took Yang Jun on a tour of the company's exhibition hall to see the film company's development history and review its past achievements.

Yang Jun walked around, stopping frequently, seemingly quite interested.

This made Alexander relax a bit. For some reason, the young boss had an aura of authority that kept Alexander constantly on edge.

"Alexander, bring out the company's accounts. I want to take a look!"

It was perfectly reasonable for the boss to want to check the accounts, and Alexander had no reason to refuse.

"Alice, please get the company's ledgers and let the boss take a look!"

The president's secretary was a tall, blonde, blue-eyed woman dressed in professional office attire. She was tall, wore black stockings and high heels, and walked with a swaying gait, looking every bit the flirtatious secretary!
Yang Jun sneered inwardly. It seemed that Alexander was not treating him badly; he was living a very comfortable life!
Soon, Alice brought the ledger and secretly winked at Yang Jun.

Yang Jun pretended not to see it. There were plenty of women with that kind of looks outside, and Yang Jun didn't even look at them.

"Alexander, why didn't our company have a single film on the list of last year's top ten highest-grossing films in North America?"

Yang Jun slammed the ledger on the table, his tone stern, his gaze cold and imposing as he looked at Alexander, the foreigner.

Alexander wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, stammered for a long time, and couldn't come up with a coherent explanation.

"Mr. Yang, I...I..."

"I'm sorry, I have let the company down, and I can resign to take responsibility."

Alexander was filled with shame and realized that his new boss might fire him. Rather than let the company fire him, he decided to take the initiative to save face.

Yang Jun nodded, took a sip of tea, and said casually:
"No need for resignation. You're still capable. Your film, Dragon Knight 2, was quite good."

Yang Jun also saw the plot of Dragon Kid 2 and knew that although the movie had not been released yet, it had already made it into the top ten at the North American box office, which was a great success.

Yang Jun's earlier reprimand, followed by his affirmation of his subordinate, reassured Alexander.

Yang Juncai had just acquired Columbia Pictures and did not want to carry out sweeping reforms. During this period of change of ownership of the film company, stability should be the priority.

Once the film company, under Yang Jun's leadership, achieves good box office results, it will be much easier to reform the company and it will not affect the company's normal operations.

Alexander swallowed hard, overjoyed; he had finally kept his job.

These days, it's very difficult to find a job with such a high salary. Even if Alexander switches jobs, other film companies won't accept him. Every company is one person per position.

“Mr. Yang, you also started your career in Hong Kong by making movies and have a deep understanding of film. You can definitely lead Columbia Pictures to glory.”

Alexander fawned over Yang Jun with a fawning smile, leaving Yang Jun both amused and exasperated. Who said foreigners are straightforward?
Yang Jun didn't hold back and rejected some filming plans, but picked out a few familiar scripts from the many available.

For example, after reading the script for "Batman," Yang Jun found that it was very simple. It was just a story about a mysterious figure who called himself "Batman" punishing evil and promoting good.

The plot is a bit cliché, but it satisfies men's fantasies about heroes, adds some comedic elements, and then incorporates computer-generated special effects.

After Batman succeeds, we can make Spider-Man, Iron Man, and so on.

A series can be made into 4-5 movies, creating an independent IP. After it becomes outdated, a new gimmick can be used to make another Spider-Man movie, making another quick buck and earning US dollars and foreign exchange.

Alexander was taken aback when he saw the Batman script. He didn't think much of the movie; the plot was somewhat awkward. However, the boss made the final decision about which movies to invest in.

"Let's make this movie, Batman! Jennifer Lawrence will play the female lead."

Yang Jun has chosen the female lead, so this movie is sure to be a huge hit. It's better to make your own woman famous than to make someone else famous.

Alexander was taken aback. Who was Jennifer? There was no such person in the company.

Yang Jun took out Jennifer's information and said with a smile:

"She's a new actress, an actress from a small film company. I've already decided to sign her as one of the company's female artists."

Alexander immediately realized that this was the female artist the boss had specifically requested to take care of—the boss's woman.
Men all understand, it's about sugar daddies and female celebrities!
Alexander immediately showed an understanding expression, smiled and nodded, saying:
"I understand, Mr. Yang!"

Yang Jun worked at Columbia Pictures for half a day and left by car in the afternoon. Not long after the car drove off, it was cut off by another car.

"Boss, something's up!"

Da Dong immediately got out of the car with the truth in his hand to check. He saw a car parked in front of him, so he slowly walked over.

"Hey buddy, don't shoot!"

A tall Chinese man wearing a vest walked out, followed by two henchmen, and handed out an invitation.

“I am also Chinese, we are one of us.”

Da Dong remained vigilant and asked the tall man:

"Your car is stuck in traffic, what are you trying to do?"

"You must be one of Mr. Yang's men from Hong Kong. Mr. Hong, the head of our On Leong Tong, wants to invite Mr. Yang to an appointment."

"My name is Rakshasa, and I'm a double-flowered red stick member of the On Leong Tong." Upon hearing that it was the On Leong Tong, Da Dong immediately flew into a rage and cursed at Rakshasa:

"You think we'll go just because you tell us to? Fuck you!"

"Your gang assassinated my boss with your left hand. How do you plan to settle this score?"

Da Dong loaded the bullet and pointed the gun directly at Luocha.

The Rakshasa had a nose ring and tattoos on half of her face, making her look fierce and menacing.

"You're just a nobody. Your boss hasn't even given the order, so who do you think you are!"

Upon hearing this, Da Dong was filled with rage. He pulled the slide back, chambered a bullet, and pressed it against Luocha's head.

"You bastard, believe me or not I'll shoot you dead!"

Rakshasa sneered and said calmly:
"My boss, Mr. Hong, told me to be polite, or he would have fought back."

Just as Da Dong was about to make his move, Yang Jun's voice suddenly came through the walkie-talkie.

"Stop, Da Dong!"

Yang Jun got out of the car, nodded to Luocha, who was dressed in an unconventional style, and said casually:
"What else did Mr. Hong say?"

Luosha was also taken aback when she saw the young Yang Jun. She had thought that Mr. Yang, the big boss of Hong Kong, was about the same age as Mr. Hong, but she found out that he was even younger than her.

However, Rakshasa was much more polite to Yang Jun, saying in a neither humble nor arrogant manner:
"Mr. Hong said that once they arrive in Chinatown, On Leong Tong will naturally give Mr. Yang an explanation!"

"Mr. Hong also said that all Hongmen members under heaven are one family, and Chinese people do not fight against Chinese people!"

Yang Jun nodded, and told Da Dong to release Luocha. Seeing Luocha's strange attire, he joked:

"Your little nose ring is quite sexy. Lead the way, and I'll have them follow you in their car."

Rakshasa nodded, then got into the car and led the way.

After Yang Jun returned to the car, Luo Tianhong immediately raised her doubts and said to Yang Jun:
"Boss, could this be a trap?"

Yang Jun smiled, glanced at Luo Tianhong, and teased:
"You've improved, kid! You even know about the Feast at Hongmen now. Have you been reading lately?"

"I told you to spend less time chasing girls and more time studying. You're the head of Wo Shing now; you need to be more educated so you won't get taken advantage of!"

Luo Tianhong, with a toothpick dangling from his mouth and his legs crossed, proudly boasted:
"Boss, I've recently taken on several college students, one of whom is a graduate of the University of Hong Kong."

"It doesn't matter if I'm uneducated, my younger brother is!"

"Even if it's a trap, I'm not afraid. I'll protect you, Boss!"

Luo Tianhong took out an eight-sided Han sword and a Black Star pistol tucked into his waistband, patted his chest and assured Yang Jun.

"Haha! Tianhong, you're so thoughtful!"

Half an hour later, the convoy arrived at Chinatown. Entering through the Chinatown archway, you'll find yourself on a quaint, old-fashioned street – this is Los Angeles' Chinatown.

The streets were lined with Chinese signs, mostly teahouses and restaurants. Yang Jun entered Chinatown and felt as if he had returned to Hong Kong.

The brightly colored lights and signs made the street narrow, and it was difficult for two cars to pass each other.

After the Rakshasa in front stopped, Yang Jun's convoy also stopped. As soon as Yang Jun got out of the car, he saw a restaurant. There were more than twenty people in front of the restaurant, most of them were young people with a cold and aloof demeanor.

At the front of the line, a tall, thin elderly man in a Tang suit greeted Yang Jun with a smile and said:
"Mr. Yang, I've long admired your name. It's truly better to meet you in person than to just hear about you!"

"I've long heard that a remarkable figure has emerged from the Hong Kong triads, leading the Wo Shing triads to dominate Hong Kong. I never imagined he was so young!"

Hong Wu greeted Yang Jun warmly, shook Yang Jun's hand, and showered him with compliments.

Yang Jun was also sizing up Hong Wu, the uncrowned king of Chinatown, with a hooked nose, a scar on his face, and a creepy smile!

"Master Hong, you're too kind! I should have come to pay my respects sooner."

"Disrespect, disrespect!"

Yang Jun was also very polite. Face is mutual, so Yang Jun exchanged a few pleasantries. They were all members of the Hongmen.

He glanced around and saw an old man next to Hong Wu. He was over fifty years old, very fat, and his smile resembled that of Maitreya Buddha.

"Let me introduce you. This is Uncle, and he's my white paper fan!"

"Come on, let's go inside and talk. Standing outside is too conspicuous; people might think we're up to something bad."

Yang Jun agreed and led Luo Tianhong and the others into the restaurant. The restaurant was empty; it must have been booked out entirely.

Da Dong didn't dare to relax for a moment, and led several brothers to surround Yang Jun, doing their duty diligently!
The group arrived at a relatively large private room. Hong Wu and Uncle sat down at the table and invited Yang Jun to sit in the main seat.

"Mr. Yang, we invited you here today to apologize."

"Bring it out~"

Hong Wu clapped his hands, and two henchmen in short jackets dragged out a man with a bruised and swollen face. The man's right hand was a prosthetic, and his face was contorted with rage as he shouted defiantly:

"I disagree. What's wrong with me going out to earn some extra money?"

(End of this chapter)