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

Chapter 68, Section 67: HSBC Bank's Shock: You're only 21?
Meanwhile, Yang Jun was taking lawyer Liang Yongqi to HSBC to apply for a loan because his cash flow was tight.

The Shaw Brothers cinema chain that he had previously acquired had almost drained Yang Jun's cash flow.

A Mercedes-Benz S600 was parked in front of HSBC Bank, where Manager Zhao from the bank's credit department warmly greeted Yang Jun.

"Mr. Yang, you are truly a promising young man!"

Manager Zhao had also heard of the Giant Group, after all, the Giant Group had just acquired Shaw Brothers Cinemas and was enjoying unparalleled popularity!
"Manager Zhao, thank you for your help this time!"

"Haha! Mr. Yang, you're too kind. We should be thanking you!"

"Please come in~"

Yang Jun, accompanied by six or seven men in suits, entered the VIP room of HSBC, the largest bank on Hong Kong Island.

HSBC is the largest bank in Hong Kong Island, bar none, and also has the power to print Hong Kong dollars, making it the preferred loan choice for the wealthy.

"Mr. Yang, I have reviewed your collateral documents. You want to borrow 300 million?"

Manager Zhao was also taken aback after reading it. This was a huge order, and if he could close it, he could get a substantial commission.

However, he, as a credit department manager, couldn't handle such a large order, after all, it was 300 million!
"Wait a moment, I need to ask my supervisor!"

Yang Jun gestured for them to proceed, and then he and Liang Yongqi waited in the VIP room.

Manager Zhao went directly to HSBC's senior executive, Sir Michael Sandberg, a foreigner who was also a China expert.

Sampton had a hooked nose and was undeniably handsome, yet he spoke fluent Chinese.

"Giant Group, that's interesting!"

After reviewing the assets of the Giant Group, Shen Bi found that it mainly engaged in the entertainment industry, international trade, finance, real estate, and other sectors.

"Six nightclubs, all located in Causeway Bay, Tsim Sha Tsui East and other areas, are doing booming business!"

When Shen Bi saw the nightclubs' revenue, he was shocked by their profitability; the six nightclubs could earn 4 to 5 million a year.

Not to mention the wine business, trading business, financial business, etc., even Shen Bi was greatly surprised when he saw the Giant Fund.

Giant Fund manages 300 million yuan, of which 80 million yuan is its own capital, and it can generate a profit of about 100 million yuan per year.

This, this, this.
What a high-quality client! Shen Bi estimated that Yang Jun's net worth was at least 500 million, and he was one of the most promising.

"21 years old? This Yang Jun is only 21 years old?"

Shen Bi was shocked. At only 21 years old, he already had a net worth of over 500 million?

So terrifying, so terrifying!

Even business elites like shipping magnates and Li Ka-shing are just ordinary employees at this age.

"Manager Zhao, where is Mr. Yang? I'll personally receive him."

Shen Bi couldn't sit still any longer and quickly stood up, asking Manager Zhao to lead the way.

Manager Zhao was also startled. He had never seen Shen Bi so agitated. Shen Bi was usually someone who never showed his emotions.

Inside the VIP room, Shen Bi pushed open the door and entered, shaking hands with Yang Jun with a smile.

“Mr. Yang, I am Sir Michael Sandberg from HSBC. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

Yang Jun's eyes lit up. Shen Bi was a real big shot in Hong Kong, nicknamed the God of Wealth.

Sir Michael Sandberg was one of the most outstanding among HSBC's many tycoons. He supported many wealthy Chinese, including shipping magnates like Paul Chau and Li Ka-shing.

Yang Jun had a good impression of Sim Bi because Sim Bi treated Chinese people very well and was the mentor of many wealthy Chinese.

"Ms. Shen, it's a pleasure to meet you!"

Yang Jun smiled and shook hands with Shen Bi, and the two sat facing each other.

Liang Yongqi's eyes lit up when he saw Yang Jun chatting happily with Shen Bi. He was pleasantly surprised. "Jun-ge is amazing. He can chat and laugh with Shen Daban so well."

"Ms. Shen, are you unaware of my loan application?"

Shen Bi smiled, took out a document, and said:
"We will provide your Giant Group with a loan of 500 million yuan, with the lowest possible interest rate."

Yang Jun's eyes lit up. He had only applied for a loan of 300 million, but Shen Bi had the audacity to give him 500 million directly, which showed his confidence in the development of the Giant Group.

"Mr. Yang, I have high hopes for your company's development. Do you have any plans to apply for an IPO?"

Going public? Yang Jun shook his head immediately. If the company went public, although it could bring in a lot of funds, the controlling stake would be diluted.

Yang Jun can take out a loan if he needs money, but he has never thought about going public.

"I have no plans to go public at the moment!"

Shen Bi showed a hint of regret. If Yang Jun's company had gone public, he could have gotten some original shares.

"Okay! I'll approve it right away, and I can give you the funds today."

Shen Bi asked Manager Zhao to draft the contract, and with the HSBC executive's approval, the process was completed quickly.

Giant Group now has an extra 500 million in cash in its HSBC account, which allows it to expand its business.

Wow! In just one month, Yang Jun has become a 500 millionaire.

He even caught the eye of a banking tycoon like Shen Bi? Liang Yongqi's eyes narrowed; he knew he hadn't misjudged him.

"Brother Jun, you've become a 500 millionaire, how about we celebrate tonight?"

Yang Jun chuckled. Was Liang Yongqi asking for a fight?
"Okay! I won't go back to the Repulse Bay villa tonight, I'll go to the Peninsula Hotel instead?"

Liang Yongqi's eyes were firm, his fighting spirit was fierce, "Come on then, who's afraid of who?"

Is someone who's bad at the game but loves to play?
The next day, Yang Jun walked out of the Peninsula Hotel looking refreshed, with the lawyer Liang Yongqi clinging to his arm like a little bird.

"Brother Jun, I need to ask for the day off~"

Liang Yongqi is going to protest. He says that boss Yang Jun is inhuman. He makes him work like a slave during the day and then makes him work overtime at night without giving him a raise.

"Okay, I approve!"

Yang Jun shrugged, knowing that Liang Yongqi had been working hard lately, having to bail out so many of his underlings every day.

Loyalty +2

"Employee: Attorney Liang, loyalty has met the standard, reward: a small arsenal (with security company gun license attached)"

Don't ask why the system comes with a gun license; the answer is simply that the system is awesome!
The procedures were completely legal. Yang Jun was startled. An armory?
Thanks to Yang Jun's hard work last night, Attorney Liang finally got the equipment; hard work really pays off!
Yang Jun immediately began to inspect the armory. The armory contained only a limited variety of equipment, with a total of only four types of firearms: Black Star pistol, MP5 submachine gun, M16 assault rifle, and AK47 automatic rifle.

There are more than 50 of each type of firearm, tens of thousands of rounds of ammunition, as well as a number of grenades and stun grenades.

It was indeed a small armory, lacking heavy machine guns, rockets, and other heavy firepower, making it perfect for a security company.

With this equipment, security companies can grow bigger and stronger. Of course, they can't openly display submachine guns and assault rifles, that would be against the rules!

"Attorney Liang, go back and get some rest. I'll give you a raise!"

In a great mood, Yang Jun offered a raise without warning, which made Liang Yongqi excitedly kiss Yang Jun.

"At least you have a conscience, you know how to understand my hard work!"

Yang Jun saw the plane and Wu Sheng walking over, so he waved to them, indicating that they could talk after getting in the car.

The plane and the rope sat in the back seat of the Mercedes. Both of them were a little nervous and flattered, and only dared to sit on half of their buttocks.

"Don't be nervous, we're all brothers!"

"Brother Jun, we've taken over all of Brother Kun's territory in Mong Kok. Hung Hing is eating shit!"

Wu Sheng was smug; he had stolen the spotlight this time and had gone from being known as Wu Sheng to Brother Wu Sheng.

The plane remained silent, but its arrogant demeanor showed no regard for Liang Kun's men.

"Thank you for your hard work! I will promote you."

Yang Jun made empty promises without warning, which tricked the two men on the plane into believing he was lying!

"Loyalty +1" * 2
After making too many empty promises, the people below became somewhat immune. However, Feiji and Wusheng were the only two who were truly naive and still trusted Yang Jun.

"Here's 100,000 yuan, 50,000 yuan each!"

The plane and the rope exchanged a smile, their eyes filled with excitement, and said in unison:
"Thank you, Brother Jun!"

"Loyalty +5" * 2
It's true that spending money yields quick results; you need to spend even more money to get a loyalty system.

Yang Jun dismissed the two men, and Ahua came up to Yang Jun and said:

“Brother Jun, the reason why Liang Kun didn’t put up much resistance is because he has a big operation coming up recently.”

Ahua had been keeping an eye on Liangkun, who was Yang Jun's personal power bank and ATM.

"Oh! Handsome Kun has money again?"

Yang Jun's eyes lit up. He had already tasted the sweetness of fleecing Liang Kun, this fat sheep.

“Brother Jun, Liang Kun borrowed 80 million from Gui Li Gao and plans to buy a batch of goods from the Golden Triangle.”

Ah Wah recently bribed some of Hung Hing's men, so it wasn't difficult for him to find out this information. After all, people in the underworld are in it for money, and Ah Wah is willing to spend money, which is how he managed to get this information.

"Liang Kun is such a good person. He knew we were short of money lately, so he rushed to give us some."

Yang Jun is desperate for money lately. Although his net worth has been rising, his loans are also increasing.

Ahua looked speechless and said to Yang Jun:
"Brother Jun, should we still look for Liang Kun? Won't he be on guard?"

You can't just grab one sheep and keep rubbing it indiscriminately; that seems a bit excessive!

Yang Jun chuckled and shook his head, then said to Ahua:

“Last time, the blame was shifted to Boss B, so Liang Kun shouldn’t have any suspicions.”

"Even if he has any doubts, in the end, it's his strength that matters!"

It's not that Yang Jun looks down on Liang Kun; Liang Kun's strength is only enough to bully honest people like Guan Zai Sen and Chen Hao Nan.

"Notify Wang Jianjun and tell them to make preparations."

Ahua nodded. These shady dealings were all left to Wang Jianjun and ten other skilled retired soldiers from the mainland.

"Brother Jun, how exactly do we do it?"

Yang Jun sneered and said to Ahua:
"Nothing fancy, the plan is simple and brutal: kidnapping!"

As the leader of Hung Hing, even if someone kidnapped him, no one would call the police.

Hung Hing couldn't bear to lose face like this, and Chiang Tin-sang wished for Young-kwan's early demise, so he certainly wouldn't interfere!
Low risk, high return! It's worth doing.

Kidnapping a wealthy person would be more profitable, but it would attract police attention, making it a losing proposition for Yang Jun.

Back then, Brother Hao hadn't even started his career yet. He was just a small-time hoodlum in some remote, unknown place, and no one dared to kidnap a tycoon.

If a wealthy person were to be kidnapped, it would not only cause a sensation at the police station, but the entire Hong Kong Island would be in an uproar!
Yang Jun will also become a potential tycoon; the impact of this should be considered.

An hour later, Wang Jianjun appeared before Yang Jun with nine comrades, all of them looking excited and ready to make a big splash.

"Brother Jun, just tell us, how should we do it?"

Wang Jianguo, with his lively personality, couldn't hide his excitement as he spoke to Yang Jun.

Yang Jun said with a smile:

"No rush, let me show you something first!"

At Yang Jun's signal, Ahua and Jiuwenlong carried in a heavy box, which aroused everyone's curiosity.

"Open!"

Ahua opened the box, inside were brand new MP5 submachine guns and M16 assault rifles, the guns still covered in gun oil and looking shiny.

Guns are a man's romance.

"Holy crap! Black Widow!"

"MP5 submachine gun, my favorite!"

Wang Jianguo excitedly picked up an M16 assault rifle. This rifle was much better than the A47 in terms of performance and accuracy. It was the standard-issue weapon in the United States and was nicknamed the Black Widow.

This gun isn't something you can just get your hands on; where did this guy get it from?

"Brother Jun, are all these good things for us to use?"

"Yes, these are for you to use, each of you choose one!"

Yang Jun smiled as he looked at the group of people opposite him who were so fond of the gun. These soldiers had a pure love for guns; they felt that an excellent gun could bring out their full potential.

"Brother Jun, tell me, who should we target this time?"

Yang Jun smiled and spoke slowly.

"Liangkun!"

Ah! It's Liang Kun again? This guy has broken some big rule. They tricked me once before, and now they're targeting him again?
They're just fleecing a fat sheep, aren't they afraid of fleecing it bald?

However, Yang Jun's orders are absolute law; whoever the big boss tells him to deal with, he will deal with.

In Mong Kok, Lung Kwan rode in a Mercedes-Benz W140, heading to the Hung Hing headquarters for a meeting.

When he passed Tongcai Street, he felt that there were vehicles following them.

Was it just his imagination? Or were there cops following him?
"Knife, go to the fork in the road ahead and shake off the cops behind you."

Liang Kun thought it was a policeman because he was about to take action and couldn't afford to be targeted by the police.

"Okay, Brother Kun."

Daozai drove the car to a secluded intersection so he could see clearly if any vehicles were following him.

Sure enough, after Liang Kun's three cars entered the secluded side road, no other vehicles followed.

Liang Kun sat in the car, a cigar dangling from his lips, smiling smugly.

"Hmph! These damn cops, trying to mess with me?"

"Kun-ge, you're amazing!"

The girls around him provided Liang Kun with plenty of emotional support, which made him very arrogant.

"You don't need to tell me that. Kneel down and be stubborn for a couple of seconds."

Liang Kun was quick to act without warning, pressing down the head of the fire extinguisher.

Daozai's underlings were used to this, and they all exchanged glances and peeked at the scene behind them.

"Brother Kun, we'll be there in five minutes!"

"Oh, I see!"

Leung Kwan is a master of time management; he makes the most of every spare moment.

Having just shaken off the police, Liang Kun relaxed and wanted to have some fun.

Suddenly, the car stopped abruptly, and Liang Kun and the obscure 18th-tier starlet fell forward due to inertia.

"Ahhh!"

Liang Kun screamed in agony, clutching his crotch.

"You bit me, you old hag!"

Liang Kun slapped an obscure female celebrity across the face, swelling her cheek.

"Waaaaah~ Brother Kun, they suddenly stopped the car."

Even a minor female celebrity feels wronged. It was clearly the driver who suddenly stopped the car, so how did it become her fault?

Liang Kun looked up, his eyes blazing with murderous intent. His penis was already small, and now that it had been bitten, he wondered if it would still be usable.

"Brother Kun, it's the car in front that's blocking the way, it's not my fault! Damn it! I'm going to kill him!"

Daozi got out of the car in a huff, intending to settle accounts with the culprit.

"Go to hell! Do you even know how to drive?"

Knife took a baseball bat from the trunk, followed by five or six short mules, each carrying a weapon.

A minivan was parked in front of Leung Kwan's convoy. Because the road was narrow, only two cars could barely pass at a time. The minivan was driving with its head on the line, so Leung Kwan's convoy was forced to stop.

Knife and five or six short mules, carrying various weapons, were telling this damned van driver that this was the traffic rule.

"Get out here. Can't you even drive?"

"Fuck you! You can't drive? I'll teach you!"

Enraged, Daozai slammed his stick into the hood of the van, a classic example of road rage in later generations.

The van opened, and Wang Jianjun and the others got out, wearing black hoods, black clothes, and black pants, with only their two black eyes showing.

Daozai and the others were dumbfounded, stopping what they were doing and standing there stunned.

Knife Boy: "."

Wang Jianjun also had an M5 submachine gun in his hand, its dark body exuding a dangerous aura.

"Go on," Wang Jianjun said, watching Daozai's clownish antics with amusement.

Knife Boy immediately realized what was happening and said with a forced smile:
"It's a misunderstanding! I'm going back now!"

Knife Boy was about to cry. Had he forgotten to check the almanac before going out? Had he run into a bunch of ruthless thugs?
boom.
A gunshot rang out, and a Hung Hing henchman immediately knelt on the ground, blood gushing from his right leg, lying there howling in pain.

"Ahhh! My legs, my legs~"

(End of this chapter)