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

Chapter 243, Section 242: The Acquisition of Marvel Comics Shocks America!

The San Gabriel Chinatown is very large, with more than 50 people of Chinese descent living there. More than 3 Chinese people enter the area illegally each year. In addition to Chinese, there are also some Annamese, South Koreans, and people from island nations living here.

In addition, there are local white people. Most of the restaurants and nightclubs in this area cater to Chinese people, who make up more than 30% of the population and are the largest group of new immigrants in the area.

"Brother Jun, that's our restaurant up ahead, and all the guys inside are our brothers!"

Dafei looked nervous, glancing at the rearview mirror every now and then. With so many people with him, he was clearly afraid that the rival Huaqing Gang would attack their leader.

Yang Jun patted Dafei on the shoulder and said with a smile:

"Relax, there are so many of us! Don't be afraid."

Yang Jun brought more than 30 bodyguards, plus the people Da Fei brought to pick them up at the airport, making a large entourage of nearly a hundred people. The motorcade consisted of twenty or thirty cars together, which confused ordinary people, who thought it was some important figure on an inspection tour!

Yang Jun had previously given Dafei ten million US dollars to buy restaurants, nightclubs, auto repair shops, and other properties in the Chinatown area, intending to establish a branch there to provide some convenience for Chinese people coming to Los Angeles.

"Boss, here are the ledgers and the underwater register. We currently have two restaurants, three bars, five auto repair shops, two bathhouses, and a finance company in the San Gabriel Chinatown."

Yang Jun frowned. A finance company?
"Dafei, lending is fine, but it must be legal and compliant, and the interest rate cannot be too high!"

There are many loan sharks in Hong Kong who drive people to suicide, which is outrageous!

Yang Jun's original intention was to establish a foothold in Los Angeles, not only to provide assistance to the Giant Group, but also to help Chinese compatriots avoid being bullied by white and black people. It was an organization for Chinese people to protect themselves, not another gang.

Dafei was stunned for a moment, then gave an awkward smile.

"No! It's absolutely legal and compliant. We're all compatriots, I wouldn't do anything too outrageous."

"But I won't be polite to Koreans and Japanese!"

Dafei runs a finance company that lends money to Chinese people at very low interest rates, similar to those of banks. If the borrower is unable to repay, Dafei will even introduce them to a job so that they can repay the loan.

But if it's someone from an island nation or South Korea, then sorry, they'll come back after nine out of thirteen, and they won't stop until they've skinned you alive.

The main profits of finance companies are generated by people from the island nation, South Korea. Doing business is not like running a charity; you have to make money!
Yang Jun nodded in agreement, went to a private room, sat in the main room, and ordered 5 or 6 dishes, which wasn't a lot.

Dafei and Aji sat opposite each other, and Yang Jun asked Dadong to sit down as well.

The four of them sat at a large round table, which felt a bit empty. Yang Jun flipped through the roster and glanced at it. There were more than 400 people in total in the Wo Shing Fen Tong, half of whom were brothers who came from Hong Kong to provide support, and the other 200 or so were local Chinese.

"Not bad, you've recruited so many people in just half a month?"

Yang Jun took a sip of tea and nodded in satisfaction. Since he had important business to attend to in the afternoon, he did not drink any alcohol.

Dafei raised an eyebrow at Yang Jun, then leaned closer and whispered mysteriously:
"Hey Jun, wanna go check out the bathhouse this afternoon? They're all 'foreign women,' white ones, black ones, and even some from Japan!"

Dafei blinked, chuckled, and looked lewd.

Good heavens! Yang Jun was stunned. You're my brother-in-law, yet you're encouraging your brother-in-law to do bad things!
What a crazy plot! No wonder people say Dafei is crazy and a bit mentally unstable.

"No, you guys go ahead."

Yang Jun shook his head. He had no interest in these withered flowers and fallen women. He was too busy having fun with female celebrities to have time for such things.

"Oh, and remember to stay clean!"

Yang Jun reminded him that Marco, who was ill, could not play and needed regular check-ups!
Dafei made an OK sign. He works for a erotic magazine in Hong Kong and knows the industry very well.

Meanwhile, a Sichuan restaurant located one kilometer away from the restaurant.

Five young thugs with dyed yellow hair parked their motorcycles at the entrance, cigarettes dangling from their lips, and swaggered into the store with an air of arrogance.

Upon seeing the customers arrive, the shop owner, Zhang Mingzhi, quickly stood up to greet them, smiling and asking:

"Sir, how many are in your party?"

Zhang Mingzhi, in his fifties and from Sichuan Province, is often ostracized among overseas Chinese because they are mostly from Guangdong, Fujian, or Chaoshan. A person from Sichuan is obviously isolated.

Zhang Mingzhi runs a Sichuan restaurant in the San Gabriel Valley's Chinatown, but business isn't very good. It doesn't suit the tastes of people from Guangdong and Fujian provinces. After waiting in the shop all afternoon, he greeted five young customers with a smile, and finally, some customers arrived.

"Can't you see for yourself?! Damn it, we're not here to eat."

The leader, nicknamed "Little Trumpet," had striking yellow hair, a nose ring, and wore a leather jacket and pants, exuding arrogance and conceit.

Upon hearing that they weren't there for a meal, Zhang Mingzhi's smile faded, and he cautiously asked:

"Then you are?"

The little trumpet sneered and said to Zhang Mingzhi:

"Fuck you, we're here to collect the sanitation fee, it's 3000 yuan this month!"

Sanitation fee? Zhang Mingzhi was completely confused. A few days ago, Shenghetang had said that they wouldn't have to pay any more of those messy protection fees or sanitation fees.

Zhang Mingzhi didn't dare offend anyone, so he smiled and said:

"Young men, we can clean up the area in front of the shop ourselves, so there's no need to trouble you."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Laba and the others flew into a rage. Xiao Laba grabbed Zhang Mingzhi by the collar and punched him in the nose.

"Go to hell! You're kidding me? We're from the Huaqing Gang, we collect protection money!"

"It's 3000 yuan a month. If you don't pay, we'll smash up your shop!"

Zhang Mingzhi's nose was bleeding profusely, and he was terrified. The Huaqing Gang, this is a criminal organization!

He had certainly heard of the Huaqing Gang, which was notorious in the area for bullying Chinese people, and was just about to accept his bad luck.

Suddenly, Zhang Mingzhi's son, Zhang Yong, rushed downstairs. Seeing his injured father, he angrily shouted:

"What the hell are you doing?"

The loudspeaker sneered, stood with one foot on a chair, and said with his hands on his hips:
"Pay up and we're leaving. Don't give me any more complaints!"

Zhang Yong, a strong and athletic basketball player, had only recently joined Heliantang and immediately began to curse:
"Damn it, I work for Heshengtang, why should I pay a sanitation fee?"

"Don't leave! I'll call for help!"

Zhang Yong joined Heshengtang because Heshengtang did not charge protection fees and promised to protect the safety of its members' families.

In addition, after graduating from university, Zhang Yong was unable to find a job, so He Shengtang arranged for him to work at a bathhouse as a groom, earning $7.8 a month.

Upon hearing that it was from Heshengtang, Xiaola was even more furious and said angrily:

"Damn it! So what if it's Heshengtang? Beat them up!"

These people, relying on the backing of Heshengtang, refuse to pay sanitation fees. These Huaqing Gang underlings are starving!
Xiao Laba and four others rushed forward, but Zhang Yong pulled out a dagger and slashed wildly, fighting five men single-handedly. "Stop fighting! I'm calling the police!"

Seeing this situation, Zhang Mingzhi, despite being worried about his son Zhang Yong's safety, still dialed the police number 911.
Having lived an honest life, my first reaction to this kind of thing is to call the police!
"Damn it! You dare call the police? I'll kill you!"

One of the Huaqing Gang members pulled out a knife and stabbed Zhang Mingzhi, who was on the phone. Zhang Mingzhi had his back to the crowd and was completely unaware of the danger.

"Ah~"

Zhang Mingzhi clutched his waist, lying on the ground in pain, his face pale.

"Dad~"

Zhang Yong's eyes widened in horror at the sight, then someone slammed a chair into his back and knocked him to the ground.

When the little loudspeaker realized that someone had died, he was startled and tried to run away.

"Ah Yong, how are you?"

More than a dozen burly men arrived with knives. They were Gray Wolf, Zhang Yong's recently recognized elder brother, and also the rightful henchmen of Heshengtang on this street.

"Brother Grey Wolf, don't let them go, they killed my dad."

"These people are from the Huaqing Gang; they're here to collect protection money."

Upon hearing this, Gray Wolf flew into a rage, threw away his knife, drew his pistol, and fired at the group.

Bang bang bang.
Little Trumpet was unlucky; he was shot and fell off his motorcycle, where he was cornered by the Grey Wolves.

"Don't kill me! I'm from the Huaqing Gang, we're all Chinese!"

When the little loudspeaker saw the group of burly men surrounding him, he immediately cowered. They were bullies who preyed on the weak and had no backbone.
Grey Wolf is from Hong Kong and hasn't been in Los Angeles for long. He was previously Han Bin's subordinate and brought Da Fei to Los Angeles to expand their territory.

"I'm going to beat up the Huaqing Gang! You still have the nerve to call yourselves Chinese!"

The gray wolf kicked it, sending Little Trumpet flying two meters away. Little Trumpet lay on the ground, barely breathing.

"Take him away!"

A dozen or so burly men pressed the horn and one of his underlings, while the other three Huaqing gang members had already sped away on motorcycles, and there was no way to catch up.

Gray Wolf saw Zhang Yong kneeling before his father's body, crying like a child.

"Ah Yong, let's go, the police are coming soon."

When Zhang Yong saw his father's body on the ground, he was heartbroken. When he saw Xiao Laba faint from the pain, he rushed over and kicked Xiao Laba in the head.

"Stop fighting, let's go first, we'll let you handle it when we get back!"

Meanwhile, Yang Jun arrived at the headquarters of Marvel Comics.

Yang Jun's arrival was warmly received by President Hulk, who then gave him a tour of Marvel Comics' headquarters.

"Mr. Yang, Marvel Comics is a leader in the industry, with many talented editors and artists. Our many heroes are known all over the world, and this is our creation, Iron Man."

On the booth, lifelike figurines were displayed, featuring dozens of characters such as Spider-Man, Wolverine, Iron Man, Captain America, Thor, Hulk, Hawkeye, Captain Marvel, Black Panther, Deadpool, and Black Widow.

President Hulk explained the creative background of these characters and some of the stories behind them, which impressed the owner of this Hollywood film company and enabled the company to sell the copyrights for a good price.

That's right! Marvel Comics is also facing a financial crisis. Due to its rapid expansion, its cash flow is about to dry up, so it plans to sell its movie rights.

Hulk had heard that Yang Jun had spent $200 million to buy the rights to Batman, which made Hulk very interested and he wanted Yang Jun to buy the film rights to his scripts.

Although the sponsor, Yang Jun, nodded repeatedly, he did not show any interest in any particular role.

“Excellent! Mr. Hulk, let’s find somewhere to talk!”

Yang Jun took the initiative to suggest a chat, and Hulk was secretly pleased, quickly asking:
"Mr. Yang, which of our scripts are you interested in, Spider-Man?"

Spider-Man's storyline is somewhat similar to Batman's. Both characters transform into chivalrous heroes who fight for justice and help the weak after their parents are murdered. This is similar to the concept of chivalrous heroes in Chinese martial arts novels, where they use their martial arts to break taboos.

Yang Jun shook his head and said with a smile:

"I'm interested in your company. How much would you sell it to me for?"

What? Hulk was shocked. This Chinese man wanted to buy his company.

"That's impossible! Marvel Comics is like my child, I can't sell it!"

Yang Jun sat in a chair, crossed his legs, and said jokingly:
"President Hulk, your child is starving. As far as I know, you owe Morgan Bank $5000 million, which is due soon."

Hulk looked shocked; it seemed Mr. Yang had come prepared. He relented and said:

"I can only sell shares at most, I can sell you 30%, for 1 million US dollars."

After some consideration, Hulk reluctantly decided to sell a portion of his shares, as this was the only way for Marvel Comics to survive.

Yang Jun shook his head and laughed:

"I'll give you two hundred million US dollars, and you give me 51% of the equity. Don't rush to refuse. I can hand over the management of the company to you. I only want the copyright and dividends."

Hulk was stunned. Yang Jun was willing to give him $2 million, and he would still have control over the business.

That's two hundred million US dollars! He'll become a billionaire in no time. He can buy a private yacht and a helicopter, and all of that will be possible!

"Okay, I agree. I'll sell you 51% of the shares!"

"Happy cooperation!"

Yang Jun extended his right hand and shook hands with Hulk!
Yang Jun only spent five minutes persuading Hulk to sell 51% of his stake in Marvel Comics.

Soon, the accountants, lawyers, and financial staff that Yang Jun brought began to get busy, assessing assets, drafting contracts, and handing one of the contracts to Yang Jun.

Jamie smiled and said to Yang Jun:
"Boss, congratulations on successfully acquiring the largest comic book company in America."

To outsiders, acquiring a comic book company for two hundred million US dollars seems like a losing proposition!

But Yang Jun knew that Marvel Comics would later dominate Hollywood, and that it would have another resounding name: Marvel.
Yang Jun knew that Marvel would be acquired by Disney in the future and become its most profitable business. Now that Yang Jun had intercepted it, it had become a golden goose under Yang Jun's control.

The following day, Marvel Comics held a press conference to announce that it had been acquired by Hong Kong's Giant Group for $2 million, becoming a subsidiary of the group.

The entire United States was shocked. The country's largest comic book company had been acquired by a Chinese man, and it was the same Chinese man.

Following Columbia Pictures, Marvel Comics was acquired by Yang Jun, which shocked the entire media industry, and Yang Jun's name frequently appeared in American newspapers.

(End of this chapter)