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

Chapter 236, Section 235: Infighting in Chinatown – Getting Caught in the Crossfire!
The man had a fierce look on his face. He glared at Yang Jun and struggled, but he couldn't break free from the restraints of the two strong men. His hands were tied behind his back, and he stood in front of Hong Wu, Yang Jun, and the others.

"Your Majesty!"

With a loud shout, Rakshasa kicked the kneecap of his left hand, sending it crashing to the ground.

Yang Jun sat in the chair, crossed his legs, took a sip of tea, and looked at his left hand kneeling on the ground with a sneer.

Hong Wu, with a stern face, stood up and slowly walked to the person on his left, saying in a serious tone:
"Left Hand, you colluded with the Japanese and betrayed your fellow members! Today I'm going to clean house for the gang!"

"What else do you have to say?"

Hong Wu had already been paying attention to the news of Yang Jun's arrival in Los Angeles. A Hong Kong tycoon, and the richest Chinese man in the country, was coming to Los Angeles. Hong Wu was planning to send someone to make contact and get acquainted with the Hongmen brothers from Hong Kong.

Unexpectedly, his own subordinates were restless and secretly took a job to assassinate Mr. Yang, but they failed!
The next day, Hong Wu heard that his employer, a Japanese man, had died tragically on the streets of Los Angeles. Panting with anxiety, he decisively put aside his own family ties and grabbed his left hand, intending to hand it over to Yang Jun for disposal!
Left Hand, looking unconvinced, retorted:

"What brothers? We don't even have the same surname!"

“They are members of the Hong Kong Triads, not the On Leong Tong. What did I do wrong?”

Hong Wu's face turned black with anger. He slapped his left hand across the face and said righteously:
"All Hongmen members are one family! Chinese people don't fight Chinese people!"

"I taught you a lesson long ago, you bastard, all you do is fight and chase girls, and you've been ignoring what I said!"

Yang Jun would just listen to those words and not take them seriously!
Old hands like Hong Wu are cunning and shrewd. They may say nice things, but nobody really knows what they're thinking!
After slapping Yang Jun, Hong Wu's anger subsided considerably, so he returned to his seat and said:

"Mr. Yang, please excuse my presumption. I said I would give you and Lian Sheng an explanation. The culprit, Zuo Shou, is now in your hands."

"Whether you kill me or torture me is up to you!"

Hong Wu's demonstration of his sincerity was a signal that he was taking the initiative to befriend Yang Jun.

Yang Jun was stunned for a moment. It seemed that this was indeed Zuo Shou's personal act, and not An Liang Tang's instruction behind the scenes.

Upon hearing this, the left hand angrily cursed:

"Old Hong, you bully the weak, you bastard!"

Yang Jun gestured for Da Dong to come over and grab his left hand, which was being gagged with a piece of cloth.

Da Dong ordered four of his men to take Zuo Shou away and keep him under strict guard.

Seeing Anliangtang's sincerity, Yang Jun breathed a sigh of relief and raised his glass to toast Hong Wu.

"Mr. Hong is very understanding and has prevented a dispute. I'd like to toast you!"

"I've long heard that the Hongmen On Leong Tong is a powerful and well-equipped force, and seeing it today, I can confirm that its reputation is well-deserved!"

Yang Jun had observed the entire restaurant and found at least fifty or sixty gunmen. These men were strong and powerful, with calluses on their hands, clearly armed forces from Chinatown, and elites from the Los Angeles branch of the On Leong Tong.

The main branch of On Leong Tong is located in Honolulu. It was founded by Mr. Situ, a patriotic overseas Chinese. It has several branches in New York, Chicago, Los Angeles, San Francisco, etc., making it the most orthodox lineage of the Hung Society overseas.

"Mr. Yang, I plan to purchase a large quantity of weapons from overseas. Do you have any connections?"

Hong Wu revealed his true purpose: in reality, On Leong Tong was also facing numerous crises in Los Angeles, and another gang, Wah Ching, was eyeing Chinatown and planning to encroach on its territory. The two sides were planning a bloody battle.

While buying guns is legal in the United States, using them to kill people is illegal and is strictly regulated.

So Hong Wu thought of Yang Jun, who was very powerful in Southeast Asia, and tried asking him about it.

Yang Jun and Luo Tianhong exchanged a glance and said with a smile:

"Haha! Boss Hong, you've come to the right person. What kind of weapons do you need? I can get them for you!"

Yang Jun had a large stockpile of weapons that were gathering dust in the warehouse. He had no reason not to accept Anliangtang, a major customer who had come to him for the taking!

Moreover, On Leong Tong is also a member of the Hongmen, so selling them weapons is perfectly reasonable!

Hong Wu was overjoyed and immediately handed over a list detailing some equipment.

Yang Jun glanced at it. 100 AK47 assault rifles? That's quite a lot. So he smiled and asked:

"Brother Hong, are you planning to take Los Angeles? Why are you getting so much weaponry?"

Most gangs would be fine with 7 or 8 automatic rifles to intimidate others, but On Leong Tong is risking their lives. This is America, after all. If something goes wrong, it could implicate Yang Jun.

Hong Wu sighed and said to Yang Jun:

"The Huaqing Gang went too far, wanting to take over Chinatown's territory. We were forced to fight back."

Yang Jun frowned. What happened to the rule that Chinese people don't fight Chinese people? Not very good at confronting foreigners, but number one in internal strife?
The Huaqing Gang originated from the Green Gang and was also entrenched in major cities in California, with its main influence in Southern California. Los Angeles Chinatown became the main target of the Huaqing Gang's struggle.

"The Huaqing Gang? Fine! I'll send a ship full of weapons when I get back."

Yang Jun nodded and agreed. He couldn't possibly turn down a business that was offered to him so readily!
Hong Wu planned to let Yang Jun stay overnight in Chinatown, but having already learned about the conflict between the Wah Ching Gang and the On Leong Tong, he knew that Yang Jun would definitely not stay in Chinatown.

A gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall!

Yang Jun left that afternoon and returned to Beverly Hills, Hollywood.

"Boss, Zuo Shou confessed. He was the one who secretly took on the business from the Japanese!"

Yang Jun sat on the leather sofa, a cigar dangling from his lips, and gave instructions to Ahua:

"Okay, then let's kill Zuo Shou. He likes money so much, let's burn more paper money for him!"

Ahua nodded and immediately made a phone call, ordering his men to shoot Zuo Shou.

Yang Jun originally wanted to stay in Los Angeles for a few more days, but since a gangland feud was about to break out, he decided to lay low to avoid getting involved in the turmoil.

Although Yang Jun is not afraid of trouble, he does not actively seek it out!
The next day, Yang Jun took a Maybach to the airport. Just as he got out of the car, a bodyguard who was blocking his way was suddenly shot and fell down.

Da Dong immediately realized what was happening and shouted:
"Sniper!"

"Protect Mr. Yang!"

As soon as the gunshot rang out, chaos erupted in the airport, with many white and black people scattering in terror.

The special police at the airport immediately rushed out and surrounded Yang Jun and his group.

"Put down your gun! Or we'll shoot!"

A white American police officer, holding an MP5 submachine gun, looked at Da Dong and his group as if facing a formidable enemy, and ordered them to put down their guns.

Yang Jun's face was gloomy. He told Da Dong to put down his gun and then went to the police station with the police.

Although the bureau chief was very polite to Yang Jun, he said to Yang Jun:
"Mr. Yang, I will send someone to protect you and escort you to the airport."

Police Chief Fred was thinking to himself, "You'd better get out of here, you plague." Since Yang Jun arrived in Los Angeles, there had been a series of major shootings, leaving the Los Angeles police in a state of chaos.

However, Yang Jun had been featured in California newspapers and was a big shot who acquired Columbia Pictures; even the police chief dared not offend him!

"No need! Thank you for your kindness!"

"Of course, Mr. Yang. It is our duty as the police to protect the safety of citizens, especially distinguished guests like you from overseas!"

Fred didn't give Yang Jun a chance to refuse and directly tried to send Yang Jun back to Hong Kong.

Thus, under the escort of the police, Yang Jun arrived at the airport smoothly and boarded his private jet.

After Yang Jun boarded the plane, a satellite phone call was made to Yang Jun's elder brother's mobile phone.

"Hello, this is Yang Jun. Who is this?" "Mr. Yang, did you like the gift I gave you this morning?"

Yang Jun immediately thought of the attack at the airport entrance, where the attackers used sniper rifles to snipe him from the shadows.

However, the blow didn't hit Yang Jun directly, but rather the bodyguard, which should be considered a warning!
"who are you?"

Yang Jun asked calmly, his expression serious.

"Hehe! Who I am isn't important, but there's one thing I need your cooperation on!"

The voice on the other end was arrogant and domineering, threatening Yang Jun:

"You are not allowed to sell weapons to On Leung Tong, otherwise you will be going against our Wah Ching Gang!"

"Otherwise, the next bullet will hit your head."

Hearing the threat coming through the microphone, Yang Jun sneered:

"I'm not one to back down to force. If you've got the guts, give me your name. Don't cower!"

There was a moment of silence on the other end, then a snickering laugh broke out.

"I am Chen Xiong from the Huaqing Gang!"

Yang Jun hung up the phone, not wanting to waste any more words on these people.

Although Yang Jun tried his best to avoid getting involved in the conflicts of the martial arts world, he was still forced to get caught up in the vortex.

After thinking for a moment, Yang Jun immediately dialed the number of Master Hong from Anliang Hall and went straight to the point:
“Brother Hong, you have an undercover agent in your life. The Huaqing Gang has already heard about our conversation.”

"I was just attacked at the airport, and the Huaqing Gang sent me a death threat!"

"What?!" Hong Wu, sitting opposite him, was taken aback. He glanced around and his face darkened.

"Mr. Yang, are you alright?"

"I'm fine, but I hope you can deal with the mole before we begin the transaction!"

Yang Jun didn't want to go through all that trouble to transport the weapons to Los Angeles only to have them all taken down by the police, or to have them stolen and double-crossed by the Huaqing Gang.

The boss must be responsible for his underlings' safety, so he said to Hong Wu in a serious tone.

Hong Wu nodded and said to Yang Jun:
"Okay, wait for my message!"

After hanging up the phone, Hong Wu's gaze turned cold and his face darkened as he instructed Luo Sha beside him:
"Damn it, there's a mole!"

"We must find the traitor and give our partners an explanation!"

Hong Wu's face turned green with anger. He had finally managed to get in touch with Yang Jun and was planning to cooperate with him long-term!
Hong Wu was well aware of Yang Jun's influence; he was the richest man in China and an absolute tycoon among the Chinese.

The mole almost ruined their relationship.

In order to establish this connection, Hung Ng personally cleaned up his own ranks, handing over his left hand to Yang Jun to handle, a move that aroused dissatisfaction among many people within On Leung Tong.

Rakshasa nodded, toying with a pistol, and grinned maliciously:
"Boss, I'll find the traitor and rip out his heart to feed the pigs."

Yang Jungang had just returned to the company in Hong Kong when he went to HSBC.

Sir Michael Sandberg, the head of HSBC, personally met with Yang Jun and spoke with him in the reception room.

"Mr. Yang, you're a rare guest! Tell me, what business do you want with me this time?"

Shen Bi was well aware that Yang Jun's Giant Empire had a very low debt ratio and basically did not borrow from banks. When it needed money to operate, it would issue new shares through listed companies and fleece investors in the stock market.

Yang Jun crossed his legs, drank a cup of coffee, and said with a smile:

"I'm planning to take out a $20 billion loan, using my Columbia shares as collateral. What do you think?"

Yang Jun felt uneasy because he didn't have enough cash on hand, so he planned to take out a $20 billion loan from a bank to make money in the stock market of an island nation.

The most brilliant investment strategy is to make money with other people's money!
Sir Michael Sandberg was taken aback. $20 billion—such a huge loan!
However, he was overjoyed. With Yang Jun's net worth, a loan of 20 billion US dollars was more than enough, and there was also collateral. HSBC could earn a considerable amount of interest from this transaction.

"Mr. Yang, this deal is too big; we need to discuss it with the board of directors!"

"But it shouldn't be a big problem, it's just a formality."

Yang Jun nodded. As a non-executive director of HSBC, he was very familiar with HSBC's procedures, and this was just a formality.

HSBC was overjoyed to receive such a large loan, especially with the backing of the Giant Empire Group; why would they refuse?

Yang Jun then left HSBC and went to Giant Film Company. HSBC's Sir Michael Sandberg personally saw him off at the door, showing how much he valued Yang Jun.

Giant Film Company.

Yang Jun met Director Niu Dunfei again. Niu Dunfei was all smiles and greeted Yang Jun with a warm smile:

"Mr. Yang, congratulations on successfully acquiring Columbia Pictures."

Niu Dunfei was excited. He knew very well what taking over the eight major Hollywood film studios meant to people in the film industry.
"Haha, let's not stand on ceremony."

"Have a seat. Is the movie finished? You have so much free time to come to Hong Kong to see me?"

Niu Dunfei took a film crew to the Northeast of China to shoot on location, which took about half a year. Considering the time, it should be about time.

As expected, Niu Dunfei nodded and handed the sample to Yang Jun.

"Sir, please take a look!"

Yang Jun nodded and asked Da Dong to bring a VCD player, which played the video on the spot.

The scenes are bloody and brutal, revealing the cruel nature of the Japanese invaders, and are very disturbing to watch.

Liu Xing, the general manager of the film company, frowned, startled. This movie was too bloody, with extremely strong visual impact, comparable to horror movies from Europe and America.

"Boss, should we censor the footage? Releasing it directly might cause problems!"

Yang Jun waved his hand dismissively and said:

"Why blur it? I hate people who blur things. They've already seen it themselves, why can't others enjoy it too!"

"Moreover, these are all the hard work of Director Niu, and the actors filmed on location. We should respect their hard work."

Niu Dunfei was moved. "Mr. Yang really understands me. Art cannot be censored!"

Yang Jun was silent for a moment, then said to Liu Xing:
"Send the film sample to the Hong Kong Film and Television Authority for film rating first, and then we'll discuss the rest after the results are available!"

Hong Kong has just implemented a film rating system, dividing Hong Kong films into three levels, 1-3, to restrict viewing to different age groups. Level 3 films are only for adults aged 18 and above and are not suitable for children.

After seeing Niu Dunfei off, Yang Jun continued working at the film company and said to Liu Xing:

"After acquiring Columbia Pictures, which has a library of over 5000 films, we couldn't let them go to waste. We licensed them all to Feida Group to produce VCD discs."

"This is a major opportunity for Feida Group to enter the European and American markets. Europeans and Americans have money, so let's make a fortune in US dollars!"

Yang Jun had long had his eye on Columbia Pictures' film library. These films could be used to make VCDs, which would be perfect for entering the European and American markets—that was the entry ticket.

Liu Xing's eyes lit up. "The boss is brilliant! He'd been planning this all along!"

(End of this chapter)