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

Chapter 248-247 Every trade has its rules, and the painter's ruthlessness!

Chapter 248, Section 247: Every trade has its rules; the ruthlessness of a painter!

Yang Jun was very interested in the gang that made counterfeit US dollars. The US dollars they made could pass through the banknote detector and were so realistic that they were indistinguishable from the real thing. These were super-quality US dollars, the pinnacle of the industry!
Anyone who reaches the top in any industry can be called an artist. Yang Jun wants to find these artists. These guys' counterfeit US dollars have caused him huge losses. This time he lost more than ten million US dollars. What if there is a next time?

Half an hour later, Luo Tianhong brought Dashengfa to a villa, a place Dashengfa didn't usually come to, where he kept a mistress.

Loudly opened the door with his key, and Luo Tianhong's henchmen filed in, grabbing a beautiful woman in pajamas.

"Ah! Who are you people? Ah Fa, save me!"

The young woman looked at the burly men who had broken into the villa in terror, her heart pounding with panic. She immediately cried out for help to the loud men!

He spoke loudly, looking speechless; he himself was barely able to protect himself.

"You bitch, stop yelling! Your man owes us money, and we're here to collect!"

Wo Luen Shing's henchmen went up and covered the woman's mouth. Several henchmen tied the woman up and stuffed a rag into her mouth.

Luo Tianhong stood in the villa's hall, looking at the luxurious decorations inside, and playfully slapped Sheng Dafa's cheek.

"You sure know how to enjoy life, where do you keep your money?"

At this point, even the loudest voice started to get scared and said to Luo Tianhong:
"Will you let my family go after you get the money?"

Luo Tianhong nodded, then impatiently urged:

"Stop rambling on about terms, where's the money coming from? Tell me now!"

"It's in the bedroom safe, the key's with me, so don't forget your promise!"

Da Shengfa was too badly injured to speak loudly anymore. One of his underlings took his keys and then led him to the bedroom.

Luo Tianhong's underling quickly opened the safe and his eyes lit up when he saw stacks of thousand-yuan gold bulls inside.

Holy crap! This kid's got real money!
These underlings had never seen so much money piled up together before. Like country bumpkins who had never seen the world, they stood there dumbfounded.

"Fuck you! Hurry up and move it, what are you all standing around for?"

Luo Tianhong kicked his underlings awake. Several of them took out a large sack, stuffed the money directly into it, and after filling one sack, they took out another and continued stuffing money into it, doing this with great enthusiasm.

Those who engage in shady dealings know that it's inconvenient to keep money in a bank, as bank accounts can be seized by the police at any time.

The money he made was ill-gotten, and he didn't dare put it in the bank. So he bought a safe in his mistress's villa to store all the cash. These illegal gains amounted to 1.5 million yuan in cash.

Luo Tianhong was also dumbfounded. This kid was so rich! His savings were almost as much as hers.

Fortunately, my money had been laundered and is now in an overseas bank account, which is much safer than keeping it in a safe.

"Don't take it anymore. You've already taken more than 80 million Hong Kong dollars. I've already paid back what I owe you."

He was shouting his heart out, his heart bleeding. This was the dirty money he had painstakingly earned through years of cheating and swindling, the guarantee for his future.

If Luo Tianhong takes it all, even if I survive, I will live a miserable life.

The two henchmen pushed the loudman aside and continued stuffing money into the sack.

"Speak up! You take our money, don't you need interest?"

"This money isn't clean, is it? Let me tell you, we've confiscated it all!"

Luo Tianhong, with a toothpick in her mouth, looked excitedly at the cash in the safe. So much money, only a fool wouldn't take it!
He squatted helplessly on the ground, crying like a child, repeatedly shouting:
"You shameless robbers! Give me back my money!"

Damn it! I've been double-crossed! I'm so regretful. How could I have messed with these people!

They're more like robbers than robbers themselves, utterly shameless! They want to confiscate all my property, who do they think they are?

He was on the verge of tears, only able to watch helplessly as his savings were completely emptied, leaving him back to square one.

"Alright, can you leave my family alone now?"

Luo Tianhong, with a toothpick in his mouth, chuckled and said:

"Don't let the trouble affect your family, I was just trying to scare you, you fool!"

"But you'll be in big trouble. What if you call the police or go around telling everyone!"

He shouted loudly, his face filled with terror, and he used both hands and feet to take a few steps back.

"No, I won't call the police, and I won't say anything!"

Luo Tianhong, leading his four henchmen, approached step by step, grinning maliciously:

"Your voice is so loud, I can hardly believe it! Only the dead can't talk!"

Damn it! I'm speechless. I'm naturally loud, but you have to be reasonable.

One of the henchmen stabbed Da Shengfa in the back with a knife, while the other three henchmen grabbed Da Shengfa's hands to prevent him from moving.

One cut or two cuts
The loud struggles on the ground grew fainter and fainter until he lay in a pool of blood, completely silent.

"Damn it, how many times have I told you not to splatter blood everywhere?"

"It's troublesome to handle, unprofessional! Clean it up immediately."

Several henchmen immediately went to the bathroom to get tools to clean up, mopping away the bloodstains on the floor and restoring the room to its original state.

"Boss, what should we do with the woman inside?"

Luo Tianhong frowned. This was so troublesome. He casually remarked:
“She is innocent. Selling her to Los Angeles means she'll never be able to return to Hong Kong.”

Luo Tianhong had done his best. If it weren't for Yang Jun's usual earnest teachings that he should value harmony and avoid killing if possible, he would have already killed the troublesome woman with a single sword stroke. Why would things have gone so complicated?
"Yes, Brother Tianhong~"

After cleaning up the scene, Luo Tianhong and his men left.

Bishop's Hill Villa.

Yang Jun was still awake, watching a Hong Kong football match. The two teams on the field were exchanging blows, which looked very intense, but it was actually just a performance.

"Useless, spineless shrimp!"

Yang Jun took the remote and turned off the TV, cursing under his breath.

"Boss, Luo Tianhong has retrieved the money; a total of HK$1.5 million has been recovered."

Ahua sat next to Yang Jun and reported to him.

Yang Jun nodded and smiled:

"Don't use this money yet. Let it go to the casino first, and once it's clean, we'll reward the brothers for their contributions."

This money is all illicit, but it can easily become casino profits after just one visit to a casino. Legitimate casinos in Macau pay taxes, which is also the most important way to launder money.

"Boss, I've found out! These counterfeit US dollars were sold to Dashengfa by an international counterfeiting group called 'Painter.' Dashengfa is just a middleman and has never met anyone from 'Painter's' team."

A painter? Yang Jun laughed; this was the plot of the movie "Project Gutenberg."

"This group of painters should be hiding in Hong Kong, but no one has ever seen their faces. I've found out that their hideout is a printing factory on Lantau Island. Should we eliminate them as well?"

Yang Jun shook his head, crossed his legs, and sipped a cigar.

"Cracking down on the counterfeit money ring is the police's job, it has nothing to do with me! It's just that they messed with me this time, breaking the rules of the underworld. I'm going to find their boss, the painter!"

As long as the painter continues to produce counterfeit US dollars, these counterfeit goods will inevitably flow into the Hong Kong market, affecting Yang Jun's interests.

Yang Jun's business transactions are mostly cash transactions. Even with a banknote detector, these high-quality counterfeit US dollars cannot be detected. If Yang Jun deposits them in the bank, wouldn't the bank think that these counterfeit US dollars are related to Yang Jun?

That's why Yang Jun destroyed the more than ten million US dollars from last time. These counterfeit US dollars have already been discovered by the bank, and Interpol will definitely be watching them.

Yang Jun almost got framed; how could he swallow this insult!

Lantau Island Printing Factory.

Li Wen walked in from outside with a gloomy face and asked Hua Nu:
Where's Uncle Xin?

The Chinese woman was startled by Li Wen's appearance and didn't dare to speak. The oblivious Si Zi beside her interjected:

"Uncle Xin is upstairs watching TV."

Li Wen stormed upstairs and saw Uncle Xin sitting on the sofa watching TV as if nothing had happened. He was furious and grabbed Uncle Xin by the collar.

"Uncle Xin, let me ask you, is the loudmouth in Macau your client?"

Uncle Xin adjusted his glasses and admitted directly:

"Yes! What's wrong? He's a regular customer~"

Li Wen slapped Uncle Xin across the face, knocking him to the ground. Hua Nu and Si Zai rushed upstairs and were shocked to see what they were witnessing.

"Do you know that making a loud noise will cause trouble?"

"Should I tell you that I used counterfeit US dollars at the Lisboa Hotel and was caught by the casino staff? Do you know who the major shareholder of the casino is?"

Li Wen was furious. It was one thing for this guy to shout and get himself killed, but he also dragged Li Wen into this mess.

"It's Yang Jun and He Xin! They're all-powerful in Hong Kong and Macau. If we offend them, do we even have a chance to survive?"

Li Wen had already inquired about them. These two were domineering and most people who offended them would not have a good ending. Yang Jun, in particular, was a nightmare for those who made money through shady means.

Countless drug dealers have fallen victim to this executioner.

Uncle Xin, despite his age, was furious after being slapped and pushed Li Wen away.

"Li Wen, are you trying to rip me off after I've served my purpose?"

"If I hadn't helped you make the circuit board, could you have made the super dollar? Would you be where you are today?"

"You little brat! It's time to start making money. You think this old man is in your way?"

"Back when your dad and I were making US dollars, you were still drinking milk."

Uncle Xin didn't tolerate Li Wen either. Relying on his seniority, he unleashed a barrage of violence on Li Wen.

Uncle Xin was in charge of making circuit boards in Li Wen's team. Now that the circuit boards are made, Uncle Xin's importance has declined sharply.

Li Wen laughed in anger and gestured to his subordinate Wang Bo (nicknamed Bobby) behind him. Bobby quickly went upstairs and brought up an antique vase.

“Uncle Xin, you recognize this, right? You bought it back from Sotheby’s auction in Hong Kong for 120 million US dollars. You used your own money.”

Upon seeing this, Uncle Xin's expression changed drastically, and he was no longer as calm and composed as before.

Li Wen's face was dark. He pulled out a pistol from his pocket and pointed it at Uncle Xin's head.

"Every profession has its rules. If you break those rules, what else can you say?"

"Do you know that you're going to kill everyone?"

Li Wen was always cautious in his work. This was a skill passed down from his ancestors, and it was the rule of the trade not to use his own money to avoid being exposed.

Hua Nu, Si Zai, Bobby, and the others originally wanted to go up and dissuade him, but when they heard that Uncle Xin was using the company's counterfeit money to buy antiques, they immediately stopped what they were doing and gave Uncle Xin a disgusted look.

This kind of behavior can really kill people and is likely to attract the attention of the police.

"I...I didn't do it."

Uncle Xin stammered, and no one would believe what he said.

boom.
Li Wen decisively pulled the trigger, shooting Uncle Xin in the forehead, splattering blood all over Li Wen.

Hua Nu, Si Zai, and the others looked on with pity. After all, Uncle Xin had spent every day with them and they had developed feelings for each other, but he was executed in public for violating the rules of the trade.

"Bobby, you're in charge of dealing with Uncle Xin's family."

Li Wen's face was cold and devoid of any human emotion; his eyes were like those of a venomous snake.

Hua Nu couldn't sit still any longer, so she pleaded for Uncle Xin, saying to Li Wen:

"Boss, please don't let family members be implicated, could you..."

Before Hua Nu could finish speaking, Li Wen interrupted her directly:

"Industry rules are industry rules! No one is allowed to plead for them!"

Li Wen acted swiftly and decisively, and said to Hua Nu and the others:

"It's no longer safe here, leave immediately!"

Li Wen ordered his men to move all the printing presses and materials away, intending to lay low for a while. The safest place in Hong Kong was the Kowloon Walled City, a place where all sorts of people mingled. If their group went to the Kowloon Walled City, they wouldn't stand out too much.

Kowloon Walled City was teeming with wanted criminals and illegal immigrants, as well as underground casinos, brothels, drug stalls, and so on; it was practically a lawless zone.

After everyone drove away, Li Wen saw through the rearview mirror that uninvited guests had arrived at his factory, and the two sides were right next to each other.

"Damn! Luckily I was quick enough!"

Li Wen felt a chill run down his spine. He didn't know if these people were police officers or gangsters.

At the printing factory.

A dozen or so men in black searched the factory, and the leader cursed:
"Damn it, we were too late. We notified Brother Hua, but that group of people had already left."

These people were sent by Ahua, but they were too late. Seeing the situation, they could only leave quickly.

Villa at the Bishop's Hill in Macau.

Yang Jun knew the counterfeit money ring had fled ahead of schedule, but he didn't care.

"Understood. As long as they're in Hong Kong, we'll find them sooner or later."

Yang Jun took a cigar out of the cigar box, lit a US dollar bill with a lighter, and then used the bill to light the cigarette.

"I don't feel anything?"

Yang Jun tried to imitate Pony Ma's marketing style, but found himself completely unmoved. It's not unreasonable for the world's richest man to use money to light his cigarette, is it?

Yang Jun shook his head, feeling utterly bored.

"Situ Haonan, let him in!"

Yang Jun sat on the sofa, propped his legs up on the coffee table, and watched Situ Haonan walk in with He Yong.

"Ah Yong, this is Mr. Yang, greet him!"

Situ Haonan, dressed in a suit and looking somewhat dejected, introduced himself to He Yong behind him.

He Yong was very reserved when he met Yang Jun, after all, there was a huge difference in their status. The other party was a super big shot in the gang, while he was just an unknown nobody.

"Hello, Mr. Yang!"

Yang Jun smiled and said to the two of them:
"Sit down, don't be so nervous!"

Situ Haonan and He Yong sat opposite Yang Jun, but both of them only sat on half of their butts, not knowing where to put their hands.

“Mr. Yang, this is my tug-of-war, He Yong. He’s a very good fighter.”

Situ Haonan introduced He Yong and praised him.

Yang Jun nodded, flicked the cigar ash into the ashtray, and said with a smile:

"You can tell he's in great shape, like a thug."

"He Yong, stick with your brother Situ, and you'll rise to the top and become the boss someday!"

Upon hearing this, He Yong beamed with joy, revealing a set of bright white teeth, and said:

"Thank you, Mr. Yang. I will definitely do my best to serve the organization!"

"Recruit a large number of henchmen and have them join the gang to make the organization bigger and stronger."

Situ Haonan's lips twitched, and he reprimanded him speechlessly: