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

Chapter 88, Section 87: If you don't sell it, it's just a pile of waste paper!
At the Peninsula Hotel, Yang Jun invited Liu Xiong to dinner. The two had a pleasant conversation. Both of them owned financial companies and enjoyed playing the stock market.

"Brother Jun, let's work together sometime and make a fortune in the stock market!"

Although Liu Xiong was older, he still called Yang Jun "Brother Jun," following the rules of the underworld.

Yang Jun has a high status in the underworld, so Liu Xiong can only be humble and call him Brother Jun!
"Ah Xiong, just call me Ah Jun. We're talking business, not some江湖 (jianghu, a term referring to the underworld or a martial arts world) debate!"

"As for making a quick buck in the stock market, sure! If we team up, our success rate will be even higher!"

In the stock market, the amount of capital you have is your ammunition. Going it alone is risky, but if multiple big players team up, you can earn more, right?

Liu Xiong has a nickname: stock market sniper. He has been operating in the Hong Kong stock market for many years and is quite skilled. The cooperation between the two parties is also in Yang Jun's interest.

"Cheers~"

Liu Xiong raised his wine glass and drank it all in one gulp to Yang Jun. The martial world is not about fighting and killing, but about human relationships and social interactions!

Everyone's out there trying to make money; who would turn down money?

The following day, Giant Group held a press conference to officially announce the acquisition of two listed companies, Chinese Estates Holdings and China Entertainment Holdings.

Chinese Estates Holdings owns 49% of China Entertainment, and Yang Jun privately controls another 15% of China Entertainment, so he also acquired China Entertainment as part of the package deal.

Yang Jun's net worth has risen rapidly. Public data shows that Yang Jun ranks fifteenth on the Hong Kong Rich List, with assets of HK$1.5 billion.

In reality, many of Yang Jun's assets are impossible to quantify, and his assets are not limited to just HK$1.5 billion.

"Brother Jun, congratulations! You're now a billionaire, and the youngest billionaire ever."

Zhu Baoyi held the newspaper, her eyes sparkling. The more outstanding her boyfriend was, the prouder she became!
"Haha! The newspapers are all making things up."

Yang Jun patted Zhu Baoyi's head, then hugged him and played with him for a while!
"Ugh! We're in the company, what if someone comes in?"

Yang Jun laughed heartily and said to Zhu Baoyi:
“This is my private office. Who can come in without my permission?”

However, considering that it wouldn't be ideal if someone called while we were having fun, I stopped what I was doing and asked:
"Now that the movie 'A Better Tomorrow' has ended, what are your plans?"

"Of course I'll continue acting! I love being a star!"

Yang Jun nodded. Filming was fine, but he would need to review the script in the future, and any intimate scenes should be deleted.

"Your acting isn't very good; you'll only be able to play a supporting role in your next project at best."

To be fair, Zhu Baoyi's acting skills are indeed too immature and not up to par.

Zhu Baoyi covered his mouth and said defiantly:
"Brother Jun, you said my acting is bad, so I'll perform for you tonight and see if it's bad or not."

"Don't try to seduce me, I have a responsibility to the audience~"

The two were laughing and joking when the office phone rang, and Yang Jun answered it.

"Boss, we found it. Feng Shufeng is staying at Mary Hospital."

"Okay, thank you for your hard work!"

Since Yang Jun successfully acquired Chinese Estates Holdings, Feng Shufeng has not appeared. It turns out he was sick and hiding in the hospital.

"Ahua, prepare the car, we're going to Mary Hospital!"

Yang Jun kissed Zhu Baoyi, took out a check for 20 yuan, and said with a smile:

Here's your allowance, go shopping!

Zhu Baoyi excitedly rushed over and kissed Yang Jun on the lips. Shopping is a woman's favorite thing!
Yang Jun walked towards the elevator, intending to go to Mary Hospital.

In the inpatient ward of Mary Hospital, Feng Shufeng, wearing a hospital gown, watched a press conference on TV, where Yang Junchun looked smug and triumphant.

"Chairman Feng, at the board meeting that just took place, Yang Jun was appointed as the chairman of the board of Chinese Estates Holdings Limited. He controls 52% of the company's shares."

Feng Shufeng sighed. He was out of the game, and his son was dead!
"Chairman Feng, you must pull yourself together!"

The butler standing nearby felt a pang of heartache; the master had suddenly gained so much gray hair overnight.

"Don't call me Chairman Feng anymore. I'm no longer the chairman of the board. The Feng family's assets have been lost!"

Although the Fung family also has other businesses, such as investing in port companies and logistics businesses, Chinese Estates Holdings is their largest asset, and it is a listed company.

Being the chairman of the board of directors of a listed company is a prestigious title, and government officials will bow and scrape before you.

With the loss of Chinese Estates Holdings, the Fung family's status plummeted, and they were no longer respectable in Hong Kong.

"Mr. Feng, so this is where you are! I've been looking for you for so long!"

Yang Jun walked in from the corridor and looked at Feng Shufeng lying on the hospital bed, feeling no emotion whatsoever!

Feng Baobao brought this upon herself, while Yang Jun was merely acting on behalf of Heaven, feeling only satisfaction and no remorse.

"What are you doing here?"

Yang Jun was obviously there for the shares. Although Feng Shufeng was out, he still had 20% of the shares.

Chinese Estates Holdings owns five commercial buildings, two industrial buildings, and some undeveloped land, and its assets are severely undervalued.

After the housing market recovers in a few years, the value will rise accordingly, but we still need to get through tomorrow's historical low.

Due to the impact of the negotiations, housing prices will drop to their lowest point in 1984, and then take off like a rocket!
These past two years have been the best time for Yang Jun to hoard land and buildings. This is a real bargain, a benefit of the times!
The so-called four major families of Hong Kong made their fortunes multiply by accumulating large amounts of land in the 1980s through real estate development.
“Mr. Feng, I’m here for the shares you hold. They’re useless to you, so you might as well sell them to me!”

Yang Jun shrugged and stated his purpose directly.

"Hmph! I'd rather sell my shares to the Li family than to you!"

Feng Shufeng suspected that his son's death was not an accident, but most likely the work of Yang Jun, which is why he was hostile to Yang Jun.

"Tell me, did you kill my son?"

Feng Shufeng rushed forward to hit Yang Jun, but was stopped by Da Dong, who grabbed him by the neck and made him unable to move!

Yang Jun would never admit it, of course. Who knows if there was a recording?

"What does your son's murder have to do with me? Do you think I'm that bored?"

"It's really not you?"

Although Feng Shufeng was very suspicious, he had no evidence that the other party had done it.

Over the years, he has offended many people in his business dealings, and his son, Feng Baobao, has caused even more trouble. Perhaps he is a victim of Feng Baobao's bullying who is now seeking revenge.

Yang Jun shrugged and said casually:

"Of course it wasn't me. If I wanted to kill you, why bother with such a pointless car accident? It would be much simpler to just shoot you!"

That seemed to make sense. Feng Shufeng's hostility lessened considerably, and he breathed a sigh of relief, saying:

"It's good that it's not you. I can sell you these shares, but I only want cash!"

Deep down, Feng Shufeng was afraid of gang leaders like Yang Jun. Since he could no longer be the chairman of the board, he might as well sell his shares, get the cash, and make a comeback.

"can!"

Yang Jun owns many nightclubs, wineries, and trading companies, and has the largest cash flow, with hundreds of millions of yuan in cash readily available.

“However, your 20% stake is only worth 1.2 million in cash, which I can take out right now.”

What? Feng Shufeng was stunned. Only worth 1.2 million?
"Impossible! You gave Liu Xiong 1.4 million for 12% of the shares, and now I'm transferring 20%, and you're only giving me 1.2 million?" "Based on the actual market value of Chinese Estates Holdings, my shares are worth at least 2 million. You're taking advantage of my misfortune!"

Feng Shufeng was furious, but the situation was now settled, and the value of his shares had decreased.

Yang Jun smiled and said coldly:
"If you don't sell, I have plenty of ways to turn your shares into worthless paper!"

"If you don't believe me, just try it!"

This is both a threat and a fact! It's not difficult for the chairman of the board to secretly manipulate the market and devalue the shares held by shareholders, especially since securities monitoring wasn't strict back then!

Feng Shufeng had done similar things before, and although he was very angry, he could only helplessly give in.

"Great! Let's do 1.2 million in cash then, and we can complete the transaction tomorrow!"

Yang Jun snapped his fingers, and the lawyer behind him handed over a contract document, saying with a smile:

"No need to wait until tomorrow, we can sign now!"

Feng Shufeng was taken aback, not expecting Yang Jun to be prepared. He gave a wry smile and decided not to delay any longer.

Get the cash early and start a new business. Maybe you can make a comeback. There were still plenty of opportunities in Hong Kong in the 80s. There's no need to put all your eggs in one basket!
The lawyers for both parties drafted the cooperation agreement, and Giant Group acquired 20% of the shares held by the Feng family for a low price of 1.2 million yuan.

After signing the contract, Yang Jun owned 72% of Chinese Estates Holdings Limited and indirectly owned 52% of China Entertainment Holdings Limited, thus controlling two listed companies.

"I'm leaving now, Mr. Feng. Take good care of yourself and get well soon!"

Yang Jun took the contract and had no reason to stay in the ward any longer, so he left the hospital.

Luo Tianhong also got into the car and said to Yang Jun:
"Boss, should we eliminate them completely?"

Luo Tianhong made a throat-slitting gesture, looking very excited, and even licked his lips in a perverted way.

Yang Jun shook his head, directly rejecting Luo Tianhong's suggestion.

"No need! This is a shopping mall, not a real battlefield!"

"You think there are no police in Hong Kong? You think you can just kill whoever you want?"

Yang Jun rolled his eyes at Luo Tianhong, stopping her bloody plan, but the Feng family's whereabouts still needed to be monitored to nip the danger in the bud.

"Hey Rainbow, how's Tsim Sha Tsui doing lately?"

Yang Jun was always busy with business matters, leaving all matters of the martial arts world to Luo Tianhong, Jiu Wenlong, and Feiji. Among them, Luo Tianhong was Yang Jun's number one fierce general.

Luo Tianhong flicked her blue bangs and said with a smile:

"Brother Jun, there are many forces in Tsim Sha Tsui. We and Luen Shing are just one of the four major forces in Tsim Sha Tsui. Every day is filled with killing people and fighting for territory. There are plenty of fights!"

"Recently, we've been fighting Wang Bao for territory, and it's gotten really fierce. Quite a few of my men have been injured."

The four major powers in Tsim Sha Tsui are the Ni family, the Number Gang (Wang Bao), Hung Hing, and the Luen Shing. Among them, the Ni family has little ambition, and Ni Yongxiao has just returned from abroad to take over.

Because of Chiang Tin-sang's death, Hung Hing is keeping a low profile now, focusing on defense and unable to launch attacks against their own allies.

The biggest conflict was between Luo Tianhong and Wang Bao. Wang Bao wanted to enter Luo Tianhong's territory because he wanted to sell drug powder.

"If you need money, just let me know. Here's 50 yuan; take it for emergencies."

When his underlings fight for the gang, injuries are inevitable. As the gang leader, Yang Jun paid for his medical expenses and bail.

"Thank you, boss. Now I can go all out."

Luo Tianhong's eyes lit up. If someone would reimburse her, she wouldn't stand on ceremony!
I heard Wang Bao has a white-haired guy who's pretty good at fighting. Kill him! Luo Tianhong is a martial arts fanatic. Besides the white-haired guy, he also wants to fight Wang Bao!
"By the way, have Ah Le and Big D gotten into any trouble lately?"

Yang Jun turned to look at Ahua, who was more adept at gathering information about the gang.

"Ah Le recently won over Big D, and the two became sworn brothers, inseparable!"

"Boss, we can't let them get too close, otherwise it will be very detrimental to your position in the club."

Ah Wah was getting anxious. Big D was all-powerful in Tsuen Wan, and Ah Lok was the head of Wo Luen Shing. With such a powerful alliance, they were completely threatening Chun Gor's position.

Yang Jun smirked and said to Ahua:

"None of them are wearing helmets, they won't work together!"

"Tell Big D that I support the triad having two leaders, Big D is a leader, and Ah Lok is a leader too~"

Ahua secretly rejoiced. Big D had already been tricked by Brother Jun once, would he dare to fall for it again?

"Brother Jun, I'm afraid Big D won't believe you anymore, right?"

"That's not necessarily true. Why don't you just tell him that and see what he says?"

Yang Jun also knew that letting Ah Le win over Big D was very disadvantageous to him; letting them fight each other was in Yang Jun's best interest!
"Okay, Jun-ge~"

Although Ahua was somewhat skeptical, it didn't stop him from obeying. Let Jun-ge worry about things that require thinking.

"Let's go to Chinese Estates Holdings!"

Chinese Estates was conquered by Yang Junxin. As the Lion King, Yang Junxin should regularly inspect his territory and ensure that there is only one voice within it!
When Yang Jun arrived at the building where Chinese Estates was located, senior executives of the company were already waiting at the entrance.

"Chairman Yang, I am Chen Weida, the company's vice president, in charge of the company's real estate properties."

Chen Weida, who is over 40 years old, bows and scrapes before the young Yang Jun, showing a willingness to go all out.

The other employees looked at each other in bewilderment. No wonder he's the vice president, and I'm just a junior manager. I'm not thick-skinned enough!

Yang Jun was surrounded by more than a dozen mid-to-high-level executives from the company. Yang Jun smiled and said:

"We can't let this affect your work, Mr. Chen. Let them go back to work first."

Although Yang Jun enjoys flattery, he doesn't like formalism. He believes that employees like him create value for him, not flatter him.

Chen Weida smiled awkwardly, immediately realizing that the flattery had gone a bit too far. So he told the other middle managers to go back to work while he stayed by the leader's side.

Yang Jun walked into the office area of ​​Chinese Estates Holdings and looked at the hardworking employees inside, wondering if their diligence was just an act.

Computers were still relatively rare in those days. Apart from the company's senior management, the employees didn't have computers, but the workload was still very intense.

After Yang Jun got on the elevator, several female employees were still whispering among themselves.

"The new boss is so handsome! He's handsome, rich, and so young!"

"I heard the new boss is only 22 years old, and he's already a billionaire!"

"I wonder if the boss is married or not. If he isn't, we all have a chance!"

Several infatuated employees were laughing and joking, thinking about how to get closer to the boss, only to be mocked by the male employees around them.

"Stop dreaming! Look at yourselves, do you think the boss would want you?"

"In my opinion, you should consider my perspective; I'm more realistic!"

"Get lost! You think you're worthy?"

In the 80s, young women would never look at ordinary office workers. If they were even slightly attractive, they would dream of marrying a tycoon.

(End of this chapter)