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

Chapter 255, Section 254: The ever-changing Huamei Town, the General goes on an inspection tour!
Lok Wai-ching walked out of TVB, carrying her personal belongings, and wandered aimlessly down the street, unable to understand what she had done wrong.
He graduated from a prestigious university, full of enthusiasm, but society taught him a harsh lesson.

"Miss Yue, are you alright?"

The chubby boy chased after her and, seeing Yue Huizhen's forlorn figure, asked her with concern.

Despite her grief, Yue Huizhen turned around with a smile and said nonchalantly:
"If they don't want me here, there are plenty of other places that will. I quit the TV station because there are too many rules here!"

The chubby boy was tongue-tied and couldn't say anything comforting. The two looked at each other, and the chubby boy lowered his head.

"I'm leaving now. Do your best at the TV station and become a director soon!"

Le Huizhen waved goodbye to the chubby boy with her back to him, and walked away into the distance as the sun set.

Seven Mercedes-Benz W14s stopped in front of Lok Wai-ching, making her wary as she watched more than twenty burly men in suits emerge from the vehicles.

"What are you doing? I'm a reporter from TVB, don't do anything reckless!"

As a reporter, Lok Wai-ching had heard many tales of Hong Kong's underworld, and knew how terrifying the Hong Kong triads were, with murder and arson being commonplace.

Every year, hundreds of people go missing in Hong Kong. It's terrifying to think about!
These men in suits are obviously not good people. Who would wear suits and sunglasses and walk in groups on the street?

Lok Wai-ching was terrified, thinking that the triad boss she had offended had come to settle scores with her!
"Haha! Miss Le, you're not a reporter or host anymore."

Yang Jun, wearing a trench coat, stepped out of the Maybach and smiled knowingly.

"How's it going? Unemployment isn't a pleasant experience, is it?"

Le Huizhen widened her eyes, glared fiercely at Yang Jun, and said:

"Stop gloating. Were you the one pulling the strings behind my back? Does it give you a sense of accomplishment to bully a weak woman like me?"

"Mr. Yang, don't think you can do whatever you want just because you have money!"

Yang Jun smiled and said to Yue Huizhen:
"Money can indeed buy you anything; that's just how the world works!"

"By the way, you're currently unemployed. Would you be interested in joining Asia Television?"

Yang Jun really admired Yue Huizhen; she was beautiful, energetic, and upright.
He's wasting his talents at TVB. He should have a better future as the head of the news department at ATV.

Le Huizhen's eyes lit up. Yang Jun hadn't come to mock her, but to recruit her?

"Mr. Yang, are you sure you want to recruit me? Aren't you afraid I'll report your negative news?"

Yang Jun chuckled, shrugged, and said with a smile:

"You want to report negative news about me? You'll have to buy Asia Television."

"Otherwise, reporting your boss's scandal on TV will only embarrass you."

Lok Hye-jung was stunned and speechless!

Hong Kong only has two television stations. TVB fired her, so ATV was the only option.

Yang Jun taught her a lesson: media freedom is not absolute, but relative; it doesn't mean that you can report whatever you want.

"Think it through and get in the car. I'll only wait five minutes!"

Yang Jun is very patient with beautiful women, but he wouldn't even bother to glance at an ordinary host.

Yang Jun got into the car first, leaving Le Huizhen deep in thought.

After considering for a minute, Lok Hye-ching resolutely got into the Maybach. When she had no power, compromise was the only option.

Yang Jun opened a bottle of 82 Lafite and poured a glass of wine for Yue Huizhen.

"Congratulations! You will be an excellent host for Asia Television. If your performance is outstanding enough, I will appoint you as the head of the news department!"

Yang Jun crossed his legs and raised his wine glass.

Lok Wai-ching was filled with anxiety. The head of the news department? Would Mr. Yang be trying to take advantage of her?
Le Huizhen looked at Yang Jun's handsome face, blushed, and was torn between her inner thoughts!

What if Yang Jun wants me to go to the hotel by myself? Should I agree, or...?
Lok Wai-ching imagined a lot of things. No, I won't fall into depravity.

"no."

"What do you mean, 'no'? Miss Yue? You don't want to be the head of the news department?"

Yang Jun looked at Le Huizhen curiously, only to see that her face was flushed and she was already a little drunk even before drinking any alcohol.

"No, I mean I'm too inexperienced to be appointed as the head of the news department!"

Lok Wai-ching quickly explained, "How embarrassing! What was I thinking?"
Le Huizhen had a good impression of Yang Jun, her savior, and had been thinking about him a lot these past few days.

But when Yang Jun had a wife, Le Huizhen hesitated; she couldn't be a mistress.
"Work hard! I only care about ability, not seniority!"

"Where do you live? I'll take you home!"

Lok Wai-ching hesitated for a moment, then offered to take me home?

"Kwun Tong Lan Tian".

Yang Jun had the driver take the car to Lantian. Le Huizhen originally thought that Yang Jun would take the opportunity to go up to her house to take a look, but he didn't.

As Lok Hye-ching watched the departing convoy, she wondered if she was just imagining things.
With a cigar in his mouth, Yang Jun saw Le Huizhen's beautiful figure. It would be a lie to say he wasn't tempted. But he knew he had to take things slowly when it came to picking up girls.

Haste makes waste.
Dealing with someone like Lok Wai-ching who doesn't care about money requires some thought; why can't things be simpler?
Movie actresses are also good; you can just throw money at them and provide them with resources. You don't need to use so many brain cells. They're simple enough!
They simply like money; it's superficial. But Yang Jun likes it.
Meanwhile, Li Wen and Hua Nu and the others were locked in a room in a Yuen Long villa, where they hadn't seen the light of day for several days.

Li Wen stared at the locked gate, sitting in a chair watching TV out of boredom. Although there was food and drink here, he couldn't go out every day, which gradually made him more and more agitated.

"Hey, is anyone there?"

"I know you're watching me, come out now!"

Li Wen threw a remote control at the CCTV in the room. He was locked up here alone, not in the same room as Hua Nu and the others.

Li Wen was captured and brought here, and it seems he has been forgotten. Apart from being given food and water every day, no one has had any contact with him.

Damn it, even in prison you have cellmates.

He's going to go crazy if he stays here any longer! Besides, he has a business to run.

Their business partners outside, upon discovering their disappearance, might seek out other people to buy the super-sized US dollars.

The door finally opened, and a tall man walked in, followed by more than a dozen burly men in suits.

Why are there so many people all of a sudden after such a long absence?

Li Wen looked closely and, upon seeing the person sitting on the sofa, couldn't help but gasp.

Is this Mr. Yang?
Li Wen never expected that the person who had imprisoned him here was Mr. Yang, the underground godfather of Hong Kong.

"Mr. Yang, why did you arrest me here? We've never interfered with your business."

"You're involved in gangs, we're in the shady business, there's no conflict of interest between us!"

Li Wen and his gang kept a low profile and never provoked gangsters. They didn't need to fight for territory, so they hid and secretly printed counterfeit US dollars!

Yang Jun took out a US dollar bill, lit a cigar in front of Li Wen, and said with a smile:

"Li Wen, the counterfeit goods you manufactured entered my casinos in Macau, causing me significant losses. How do you intend to settle this score?"

The voice was authoritative, and Li Wen felt as if struck by lightning, speechless. Damn it! All for this? But what the other party said wasn't wrong; he had indeed caused them losses.

Seeing this, Li Wen simply shifted the blame to the boss, the painter.

“Mr. Yang, I’m sorry for the loss. But I’m just an employee. These things were decided by my boss, the painter.”

Yang Jun sneered and continued to ask:

"Who is the painter? Where is he now?"

Li Wen said in a very serious tone:

"The painter's name is Wu Fusheng. He looks as handsome as the big star Chow Yun-fat, but he is very mysterious. None of us have ever seen his face!"

Li Wen immediately fabricated a boss character and pushed all the responsibility onto him.

Yang Jun scoffed, thinking he was a fool.

"Li Wen, you're quite loyal, refusing to reveal your boss, right?"

"Okay, I admire you!"

Yang Jun stood up, picked up a bottle of foreign liquor from the table, and slowly walked towards Li Wen.

Li Wen breathed a sigh of relief; he had managed to fool them. These gangsters were indeed not very smart.

boom.
A bottle smashed heavily on Li Wen's head, making him dizzy.

Red wine mixed with blood flowed down from his head. Li Wen was dumbfounded and looked at Yang Jun in shock.

"You fucking messed with me? Beat him up! Ask the real boss behind the scenes."

Li Wen was on the verge of tears. He had originally wanted to shift the blame, but ended up taking the fall on himself.

Da Dong took a pair of pliers and forcibly pulled off Li Wen's index fingernail, causing Li Wen excruciating pain.

"I say, there are no painters, I am the painter!"

Yang Jun shrugged, patted Li Wen on the shoulder, and said with a playful expression:

"Why didn't you just admit it sooner? Why did you have to be so clever? As far as I know, you're not the only painter here, are you?"

The painters are very mysterious; in fact, it is a team of two people, a man and a woman. The man is Li Wen, and the woman is Ruan Wen, a national treasure-level painter.

Li Wen's eyes widened, revealing a look of astonishment.

Mr. Yang already knew who the painter was. Was he just playing a trick on himself?
"Mr. Yang, how did you know?"

Yang Jun certainly knew; he had seen the movie "Project Gutenberg." The painter in the movie was shrouded in mystery at the end, and the most likely candidates were Li Wen and Ruan Wen.

However, there's no need to explain to Li Wen; maintaining an air of mystery will only instill fear in subordinates.

"Li Wen, I'm giving you a chance. Work for me, and the debt of over ten million US dollars will be wiped clean."

"So? Will you consider it?"

Yang Jun remained seated on the sofa and opened another bottle of foreign liquor. More than ten million US dollars was no small sum, and Yang Jun felt a pang of regret.

Rather than killing Li Wen to vent our anger, it's better to recruit him.

The Dai people have a regiment of 1000 soldiers, and the arms factory is barely making ends meet. Yang Jun has to put money into it every month.

The United States, relying on the hegemony of the US dollar, has been frantically acquiring assets all over the world, making the world bear the cost of inflation. The United States uses the money it prints to buy things, it is simply the world's biggest robber.

But if they could create a super-realistic counterfeit US dollar, they could reap the benefits of America's wealth—that would be a huge business!

The gravure printing press, printing plates, and acid-free paper are all readily available, and the location is in the Golden Triangle region of Tai. Perfect!
Li Wen's lips twitched. Did he have a choice?
He didn't believe Yang Jun would let him go if he didn't agree.

He was a little unhappy about going from being the big boss of a counterfeit money group to a wage earner!
“I agree, but I’ll only do it for 5 years.”

Yang Jun nodded and said with a smile:

“From now on, we’re all on the same side. Get Mr. Li some clean clothes and let him take my private jet to Dai.”

Giant Island is the Southeast Asian headquarters of Chinese security companies. The island mainly consists of legal industries and has several industrial zones spanning manufacturing sectors such as clothing, electronics, semiconductors, and home appliances.

The island also has a private military academy that employs retired military officers from various countries as instructors, providing talent reserves for Yang Jun's private military group.

The entire military factory was relocated to Huamei Village in the Dai Kingdom, and was taken over by his cousin, Yang Yifei.

Three military helicopters traversed the dense forests of the Golden Triangle, crossing mountains and lakes.

Li Wen was still shocked when he saw military helicopters along the way; these were military helicopters, and there were three of them.

Li Wen was not a man who had never seen the world; he had met many warlords and seen many helicopters.

But this is the first time I've seen a Black Hawk helicopter like this. This is not the kind of prestige of an ordinary warlord. Most small countries don't even have this kind of air force configuration.

"Boss, this Black Hawk helicopter is worth over ten million US dollars, right?"

Yang Jun nodded and smiled as he assured Li Wen.

"I can guarantee your safety here!"

"Even CAI agents won't be able to break into this place!"

Yang Jun, full of vigor, pointed to the distant mountain stronghold and said to Li Wen:
"That's it! We're here!"

Looking down from the sky, Li Wen saw the densely packed soldiers inside the mountain stronghold, as well as the bunkers and heavy machine guns positioned at the village entrance.

However, the real killing weapons are not visible; the automatic grenade launchers and rocket launchers are all hidden, and these were all purchased from the Soviet Union.

Li Wen was dumbfounded. His new boss was powerful and could definitely protect him.

Perhaps this experience will not be a disaster, but rather an opportunity for me!

As soon as Yang Jun got off the plane, Yang Yifei came to greet him with five or six officers, who saluted him.

"General, welcome to your inspection!"

Yang Yifei stood up straight, wearing a colonel's uniform with two bars and three stars, looking very imposing!
"You've grown quite a bit stronger, kid!"

Yang Jun glanced at the mountain village and found that it was much larger than before, looking more like a small town.

The population has increased significantly, and the village now has several more main roads, all of which are cement roads more than 8 meters wide. There are more shops along the streets than last time, and the flow of people has more than doubled.

The ordinary people coming and going were no longer thin and bony, but had rosy complexions and were dressed neatly and respectably.

"Ah Fei, you've done a great job. It's almost on par with county towns in the interior, isn't it?"

Yang Yifei chuckled and said to Yang Jun:
"It's all thanks to the boss's willingness to invest. He poured in 100 million US dollars; it would be strange if the economy here didn't take off."

Yang Jun invested 100 million US dollars and built many large factories in the mountain village. People were needed everywhere, and villagers from nearby villages came to help. The population of the mountain village exceeded 100,000, making it comparable to a small city.

Yang Jun looked at everything here. Huamei Village had been changed into Huamei Town, and two primary schools and two middle schools had been built in the town. Everything was thriving!

(End of this chapter)