Hong Kong films: Starting with Crossover and Luen Shing

"Boss! I've been in this industry for over ten years. You can rest assured, the footage will be amazing and incredibly detailed!"

He Yaozong nodded, then looked at the two burly men who were shirtless.

"You guys are lucky tonight. What ordinary person would be qualified to play with the leader of the prestigious Hung Hing North Point gang!"

He's quite robust, so don't be pitied. I want him unable to stand by tomorrow morning, and then you'll all get your share of red envelopes!

The two burly men nodded in unison to He Yaozong, then looked at Fatty Li with a sinister grin and walked towards him.

He Yaozong turned his back and glared at the fly.

"Aren't you leaving yet? Planning to stay here and give instructions? Aren't you afraid of getting a sty?"

The fly grinned and then followed He Yaozong out.

All that could be heard was Fatty Li's desperate voice coming from the house.

"Brother Yao! Give me a chance, I'll give you whatever it takes!"

"Brother Yao, Brother Yao! Why don't you just kill me already?!"

boom--

The only response Fatty Li received was the heavy slam of the door closing.

Before long, wails of agony filled the room, and He Yaozong couldn't bear it and covered his ears.

He looked at the fly and began to explain.

"Remember, once you get the photos, send them to North Point as soon as possible."

"Have Fatty Li's group work overtime to print it out, and distribute it all to major newspapers for free tomorrow. Make sure it's finished before you come back and get a good rest!"

The fly just grinned foolishly.

"Don't worry, Yao-ge. I won't be able to sleep if I don't handle something this exciting perfectly!"

……

Around 10:20 p.m., the door to the photography studio opened.

Two burly men came out and gave Fly, who was guarding outside with his men, an 'OK' sign.

The fly immediately got up and happened to bump into the long-haired photographer carrying his equipment out the door.

"How's it going? Is it all done?"

"All done. The negatives will be developed soon, and then we can take them over for printing."

The photographer handed his equipment to an assistant, then looked back at the house with a reluctant expression.

"Boss, you should apply some medicine to him."

Those two Indians are just... oh, so cruel!

The fly peered into the doorway and saw Fatty Li lying face down on the bed, utterly dejected, his eyes filled with endless despair...

After developing the photos at the photo studio, Fly didn't waste a moment. He called his friends and drove to North Point. They rushed as fast as they could and finally arrived at Fat Lai's magazine office before midnight.

There are still henchmen guarding this side, while in the editorial department, everyone in the room is locked inside.

When the fly showed them the photos and explained its purpose, the group of people were immediately stunned.

An old paparazzi timidly poked his head out and spoke to the fly.

"Boss, what if we print these photos in a magazine and then Fatty Li comes after us?"

"That's none of my business. All I know is that if you don't do what I say, I'll arrange another program for you tonight, and you'll all be on magazine covers tomorrow!"

Upon hearing this, everyone in the room trembled with fear.

Looking at those photos again, a chill ran down the spines of the group.

"We'll do as you say, right away!"

"Quickly, turn on the machine and get all the paper out of the stock!"

Having intimidated the group, Fly couldn't help but laugh a few times, but he didn't let the henchmen blocking the door let them out.

He simply walked up to an editor-in-chief and looked him up and down a few times.

He immediately said, "Alright, you guys aren't triad thugs, and Wo Shing doesn't like to make things difficult for you."

I've already said that if any of you are afraid of Fat Man's retaliation, you can go to Sham Shui Po and work with Wo Luen Shing.

We'd also like to start a magazine or newspaper, and we can discuss salary issues later!

The editor-in-chief was taken aback for a moment, then suddenly realized what he meant and quickly thanked him profusely.

But then Fly waved his hand, signaling the henchmen blocking the doorway to disperse.

"It's almost midnight, why aren't you guys getting to work? Will you be able to deliver the magazine tomorrow morning?"

……

The next morning, just as dawn was breaking.

At a newsstand in Wan Chai, a bald owner had just opened the shutter door, ready to wait for people from various newspapers to deliver the day's morning paper.

A van slowly drove up from Lockhart Road and stopped in front of the newsstand.

Then, under the puzzled gaze of the shop owner, a group of people got out of the van, each carrying a stack of magazines, and walked towards his newsstand.

"Hey bro, I've never seen you guys before. What's this gift?"

The boss scratched his bald spot, watched the group of people throw their magazines onto his newspaper, and asked, somewhat puzzled.

"Look carefully, it's one cycle!"

"Huh? Isn't this a weekly magazine? A batch was just delivered yesterday."

"Uncle, today's magazines are all freebies, Fatty Li is doing charity!"

When you see someone come by to read the newspaper, give them a copy. Remember to give them all out!

A young man dropped the magazine he was holding, gave the shop owner some instructions, and then reached into his pocket, pulled out two hundred-yuan bills, and stuffed them into the shop owner's hand.

"Here, these two hundred dollars are your reward for your hard work."

Remember to send them all out. If they dare to treat them as waste paper and sell them, we'll burn your newspapers!

The shop owner's eyes lit up, and he was overjoyed to receive the two hundred dollars for free.

"Absolutely! Even if I have to pay out of my own pocket, I'll deliver all these magazines today!"

The young man leading the van gave the boss a meaningful look. Once all the magazines were unloaded from the van, he waved for people to get in and drove off towards the newspapers and magazines along Queen's Road.

"Damn! Is the competition for business among magazines really this bad now?"

A hardcover magazine for fifteen dollars, given away for free, I couldn't resist taking a few peeks to see what juicy content was in today's issue.

After watching the van drive away, the boss muttered something, then picked up a magazine, tore off the cover, and glanced at it.

With just one glance, he realized that those two hundred dollars weren't so easy to earn...

A sudden chill ran down the spine, and the shop owner immediately dropped the magazine in his hand. He then quickly ran into the newsstand, grabbed a case of bottled water that he had prepared to carry out and sell.

He grabbed a bottle, unscrewed the cap, and hurriedly rinsed his eyes with water while cursing.

"Fuck your mother the hell out of your head! Fatty Li has gone mad, actually personally engaging in this kind of thing, isn't he afraid of being punished by heaven and earth?!"

As dawn broke, early risers began to pass by the newsstand.

But today, everyone, regardless of whether they're a pervert or not, was drawn to the cardboard sign hanging outside the newsstand.

The sign prominently displayed four large characters: "Completely Free".

"Uncle, is it really all free?"

The owner of the newsstand leaned against the windowsill, looking somewhat listless.

"Yes, it's all free, but only one copy per person!"

"I'll take a look. Is there really such a good deal? Then give me a copy to read first."

"Take it yourself, but I'm telling you first, you can't return it once you take it."

"I've never heard of someone spitting out food they've already eaten."

sizzle-

As the sound of a magazine's plastic film cover being torn rang out, the shop owner couldn't help but sigh, turning his head away, unable to bear looking at it for a moment.

Nothing unexpected happened next.

"Ugh! Ugh—"

"Fuck you!!"

……

At eight o'clock in the morning, inside Jiang Tiansheng's villa in the East Half Hill Villa District.

When Jiang Tiansheng took the magazine from Chen Yao, he glanced at it, then grinned and threw it on the ground.

Chen Yao couldn't help but ask, "Mr. Jiang, isn't Wo Luen Shing going too far this time?"

"If things continue like this, how will Fatty Li ever be able to show his face in public again?"

It took Jiang Tiansheng a while to recover before he directly addressed the maid who was cleaning the restaurant.

"Aunt Wu! Quickly throw this thing out and set it on fire!"

The maid put down her work and came over. She glanced at the magazine on the ground, bent down to pick it up, and was about to open it to take a look when she heard Jiang Tiansheng shout.

"Don't look at it! Take it out right now and burn it!"

"Okay, Mr. Jiang."

After dismissing the maid, Jiang Tiansheng turned his gaze to Chen Yao.

"Back when Fatty Li offended He Yaozong, I went to warn him."

I also spoke with He Yaozong on the phone, and he promised me he wouldn't kill Fatty Li.

"Now it seems better to just let Fatty Li die!"

Even the multi-brained Chen Yao was at a loss for how to respond to Jiang Tiansheng at this moment.