Hong Kong films: Starting with Crossover and Luen Shing

He Yaozong smiled and said, "What's there to feel bad about? It's already worth it!"

Eight hundred thousand for three lives, one of which belonged to a foreigner in the Political Department—it's a steal by any measure!

Ahua Zhong asked with some concern, "Brother Yao, we killed that foreigner, won't we get into some trouble because of this?"

"I have no idea what you're talking about. Wasn't that foreigner in the Political Department taken down by Chen Jianan?"

Ah Hua suddenly realized: "That's right, this Malaysian is also arrogant, he actually dared to come to Hong Kong Island to kill the British!"

In the end, he even managed to escape without a trace. Those Hong Kong police officers are truly incompetent!

"That's right, but you can rest assured."

After such an embarrassing incident, the police department will only try to cover it up.

Let's not worry about that, but there's something else I need to tell you.

"What's up, Yao-ge?"

He Yaozong tossed a cigarette to Ahua, a wicked smile creeping onto his lips, before giving his instructions.

“Go tell Fly to take some men to North Point to find Fat Lai, and then take him to Sally's Photography Studio in Cheung Sha Wan.”

I booked him a private room over there. Doesn't he like selling risqué magazines? Tomorrow I'll find him some different sales channels; I guarantee his weekly will sell like hotcakes!

Ah Hua scratched his head: "Why did you ask Fly to do this? It's Hung Hing's territory. I'm afraid he won't be able to handle things properly and will make a big mess of things, which would alert people like Chiang Tin-sang!"

"This matter must be handled by Fly; it needs to be a big deal!"

You don't need to worry about what Chiang Tin-sang might say. I already spoke with him beforehand; not killing Fatty Lai is already giving Hung Hing face!

"it is good!"

After being greeted by He Yaozong, Ahua didn't ask any more questions.

He immediately picked up the phone and dialed Fly's number.

"Hey, fly, have you been bored out of your mind lately?"

It just so happens that Brother Yao instructed you to go to North Point and make a name for yourself.

Listen up, in a bit, arrange twenty minibuses to take people to North Point and drag Fatty Lai from Hung Hing to Sham Shui Po. Brother Yao has other plans!

……

It was evening, in North Point, inside Fat Lai's magazine office.

Fatty Li remained seated in his boss's chair, pondering for a long time without finding a solution.

How could the powerful figure I finally managed to latch onto suddenly disappear like that?

The cruise ship's engine malfunctioned and, coincidentally, ignited the oil drums on board.

Now that the political department's backer is gone, should he continue running his newly founded gossip magazine?

If I try to secretly photograph those popular movie stars again, will I get killed by their backers?

Fatty Li felt increasingly uneasy.

bang-

Just as he was feeling agitated, a violent smashing sound suddenly erupted outside his office.

At the same time, an arrogant voice came from outside.

"Don't set it on fire! Don't smash Fatty Li's printing press!"

"Don't make things difficult for the editorial department. They're all cultured people; just let them stay put!"

"Hey kid, where's your boss hiding?!"

Fatty Lai immediately felt a chill run down his spine. This was bad; it was definitely the Wo Shing Wo people coming to his door…

Just as he expected, as he hurriedly went to the door to lock it, the door was suddenly kicked open.

Immediately, an arrogant face that Fatty Li would never forget appeared before his eyes.

"Fatty Li, what are you doing hiding here?"

"Your gang's people are really a bunch of idiots, not a single one of them can fight!"

Fly, carrying a cup of iced lemon tea, led a group of fierce-looking thugs into Fat Lai's office.

Chapter 105 Fatty Li, I'll show you what it means to wish you were dead.

Fly's words made Fatty Li somewhat indignant.

Of the twelve branches of Hung Hing in the past, no matter what business they did, he was the only one who made his fortune by writing.

Most of the gang's expenses are spent on supporting paparazzi and cultural figures who work as copywriters.

This was something he should be very proud of, after all, being able to distinguish himself from those gangsters who fought and killed gave him a sense of superiority.

It was only when others came knocking on his door that he realized—in this world, it all comes down to who has the hardest fist!

"What do you want to do?"

Fatty Li asked a question without any confidence, which made Fly laugh.

The fly dropped the lemon tea in its hand and reached out to pat Fatty Li's fat face.

"Don't worry, our boss has said we can't touch a single hair on your head, Fatty Li."

"You've ruined the reputation of my Lao Ding Real Estate Company, so Lao Ding is sending you over to do something for him, as a way of giving him an explanation!"

Hearing that these people weren't there to kill him, Fatty Li finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He steeled himself and asked the fly.

"What are you planning to ask me to do, boss?"

"Hehe! You'll see when you get there!"

For some reason, Fly's mocking laugh made Fatty Li's scalp tingle.

But circumstances are beyond my control. No matter what they want to do in Sham Shui Po, it's better than being hacked to death here.

Who told Fatty Li to lose his backer? You can only say that karma came too fast!

Sally's Photography Studio, inside a temporarily converted photography room.

"Get in!"

Fat Li was shoved by flies and stumbled into the photography studio.

The room had a rather strange layout, with wine-red lighting and a bed covered in rose petals.

It looks no different from those 50-dollar brothels in the alley.

Fatty Li was puzzled. He glanced back at Fly but didn't dare to ask anything.

Before long, a chorus of greetings rang out from outside.

Soon He Yaozong entered the room.

Upon seeing He Yaozong, Fat Li quickly lowered his head, his heart filled with increasing panic.

"Fatty Li, why don't you dare look me in the eye?"

With his hands behind his back, He Yaozong walked into the house, and Wu Ying immediately pulled out a chair for him to sit down.

"Brother Yao, I didn't do that thing at Lok Fu Estate on purpose."

I know you lost money. How about I compensate you? I'll also ask the magazine to work overtime tonight to rush the printing and clear your name..."

"Give me back my innocence? You don't deserve that!"

He Yaozong was so angry at this guy that he laughed, and then he spoke up.

“Listen, since you’re so keen on starting your magazine and want to diversify, then I’ll grant your wish.”

I'll put on something different for you tonight, and I'll film it all, select a few of the best photos, and send them to your magazine.

"Have your people work through the night to print it out, and I guarantee your magazine will sell like hotcakes tomorrow!"

Fat Lai immediately understood what He Yaozong meant.

"Is Brother Yao planning to have me have a real sex session with the model, and then print it in my magazine to sell tomorrow?"

"You guessed right, as expected of a brain-eating creature, it's incredibly sharp!"

Hearing He Yaozong's praise, Fatty Li felt very uncomfortable.

He's been asked to be a male model for a magazine, and his image will be printed in the magazine and sold tomorrow morning. He's completely lost face.

However, Fatty Li could accept this point alone.

After all, those who enjoy reading erotic magazines know what he does; he can just consider it a display of his prowess to all the erotic men in Hong Kong.

What Fat Lai finds most unacceptable is that his hard-earned weekly magazine will likely be shut down because of this real shooting, making it extremely difficult to create another blockbuster magazine like this in the future...

Before he could finish his internal monologue, he heard He Yaozong clap his hands.

Immediately afterwards, two burly men with dark brown skin walked into the room, followed by a long-haired photographer wearing glasses.

The two burly men entered the house and gave Fatty Li a sinister smile.

Fatty Li stared blankly at He Yaozong for a moment, then immediately felt a chill and realized what he was about to face.

"Brother Yao, everything is negotiable, Brother Yao!!"

"You absolutely can't do this! It's all my fault, you have to give me a chance!"

He felt his kneecaps go weak and he almost knelt down on the spot.

He Yaozong sneered and stood up.

"Don't you like to diversify your magazine?"

Perfect timing! I'll help you expand your gay dating market. You should set a good example for your weekly magazine.

After saying that, He Yaozong smiled and patted the photographer on the shoulder.

"Thank you for your hard work. Please take some detailed photos later. I'll have someone send you a 10,000 yuan red envelope later as a token of my appreciation for your good eyesight!"

Upon hearing He Yaozong's words, the photographer immediately tossed his unruly long hair, his face beaming with joy.