Hong Kong film: The cop backs down, the ladies beg me to check his license.

Ye Tian sneered: "If you don't know how, then learn. Who's born knowing how?"

Luo Tianhong wore a bitter expression, but dared not argue further, and could only dejectedly reply, "...Oh."

Seeing his expression, Ye Tian felt he should give him some hope, so he said, "If you manage things well and don't cause any major trouble... I'll allow you to spar with me once a week."

The blue-haired boy's eyes lit up instantly, like a light bulb that had been switched on: "Really? Then it's a deal, we'll have to compete in both fistfights and weapons!"

Ye Tian shrugged indifferently: "Whatever."

"It's a deal!" Luo Tianhong instantly perked up and became energetic. "Don't worry, boss, I'll definitely do my best!" After saying that, he hurriedly ran out, seemingly to call Lin Fu for advice.

Ye Tian watched his disappearing figure, shook his head and smiled, showing no remorse for exploiting child labor. Busy? That was impossible. His life motto was: if he could lie down, he would never sit.

He was just about to pick up a book to read when his phone rang. He looked at it and saw it was Huang Bingyao.

"Mr. Ye, there's an emergency." Huang Bingyao's voice was a little tense.

Ye Tian leaned back on the sofa and asked lazily, "What? Those people made a move on the Ni family's 'goods' so quickly?"

On the other end of the phone, Huang Bingyao was visibly taken aback, then his voice betrayed his horror: "Who? Who wants to touch that shipment?!" Wasn't that batch of drugs destined to be destroyed?

Ye Tian was also taken aback: "Didn't you come to me about this?"

"……no."

"Oh, never mind then." Ye Tian said casually, "Don't ask about it for now. When the time comes, someone will tell you."

Huang Bingyao gripped the microphone, his heart pounding with anxiety. Someone actually dared to target that doomed drug fleet? Judging from Ye Tian's words, it wasn't just one or two people, but an organized gang? He felt a throbbing headache begin to throb. But since Ye Tian wouldn't say, he couldn't press the matter.

"What do you want from me?" Ye Tian asked.

Huang Bingyao composed himself and lowered his voice: "There has been a murder in Tsz Wan Shan."

Ye Tian was baffled: "Tse Wan Shan? What does that have to do with me?"

Huang Bingyao's voice lowered, almost as a whisper: "Our men...discovered the bodies of Chen Haonan and his brothers. Chen Haonan, Bao Pi, Da Tian Er...they're all there, buried alive."

Ye Tian paused slightly in his grip on the phone.

"Buried alive?" he asked, "The same way... 'Little B' died?"

Huang Bingyao responded slowly and firmly with an "Mmm" on the other end of the phone.

Ye Tian suddenly found it a bit ridiculous, and twitched the corner of his mouth: "So, you guys think... it was Yao Yang from Dongxing who did it?"

Huang Bingyao was very blunt this time: "Judging from the method, it's most likely him. Mr. Ye, you... be careful when you go out lately."

Ye Tian hung up the phone, and a small question in his mind was finally answered. No wonder he hadn't seen any of Chen Haonan's gang at "Little B's" funeral. Even if they had been thrown into international waters by Jiang Tiansheng, they were still "Little B's" childhood friends, so it was only right that they showed up and offered incense. So... they had already gone down to join the boss.

Plenty of money, little work, close to home; high position, great power, light responsibilities; sleep until you naturally wake up, count money until your hands cramp.

This was Ye Tian's most concrete yet mundane imagination of "happiness" during his wandering days. Now, the first few have basically come true, and he's still working on the last one! Mainly because he has too much money to count.

Work? Let whoever wants to do it do it, just don't ask him.

He immediately picked up the phone and called Liang Kun.

"Boss, those guys under 'Little B's' gang, Chan Ho-nam and his men, were discovered in Tsz Wan Shan and buried alive. Inspector Wong said the method looks like that of Tung Sing Yiu-yeung."

At that moment, Leung Kwan was with Chiang Tin-sang, discussing how to negotiate with Uncle Tang of Wo Luen Shing. Upon hearing this news, his eyes widened, and his voice rose: "Tung Sing Yiu-yeung? That bastard dares to show his face and cause trouble?!"

Ye Tian corrected, "They might not be targeting us."

"If we don't target us, who will we target?" Young Kun scoffed on the other end of the phone. "'Little B' is, after all, a leader of Hung Hing! To mess with his people is to slap Hung Hing in the face!"

Holding the microphone, Ye Tian gazed out the window at the narrow strip of sky between the tall buildings, and casually remarked, "I think I heard someone say... that Tung Sing's Yao Yang has a good relationship with Fat Lai from Hung Hing. They said that Fat Lai, like him, is a rare 'artist' in the triad."

"Damn it!" Liang Kun cursed, his tone full of sarcasm. "Someone who sells pornographic magazines dares to call himself an artist? What about Sister Feng under Thirteen? Life enlightenment mentors? Crazy! Don't worry about this, Mr. Jiang and I will handle it."

Ye Tian hung up the phone with a clear conscience. His goal was achieved.

He was about to continue looking for books when he lost interest. He stood up, casually picked up his suit jacket draped over the back of the chair, and tossed it over his shoulder. He strolled out of the office and hailed a taxi on the street.

"Go to the securities exchange center."

The Prophet System mentioned there was a "show" going on there. Ye Tian didn't want to miss it.

The trading hall was always bustling with noise, the air thick with the smells of sweat, dust, and printer ink. Huge electronic screens flashed red and green numbers, like indifferent eyes. Ye Tian walked in with practiced ease, his gaze sweeping around before quickly locking onto one person.

The person wasn't tall, and looked... a bit unusual. Small eyes, a wide face, not exactly handsome, even somewhat ugly at first glance. But the longer you looked at him, the more his lips were always tightly pursed and his eyes were focused, the more he gave off a strange "ugly-cute" feeling, like some kind of stubborn, inconspicuous but tenacious animal.

Beside the man stood a truly beautiful woman, slender and pretty, taking notes in a notebook. Ye Tian recognized her; she was Fang Ting, a former TV reporter, considered a beautiful flower in Hong Kong's media circle.

Ye Tian didn't disturb them, found an inconspicuous corner to sit down, and simply watched the show.

That ugly-cute man! Chen Taotao, with his sharp eyes, quickly noticed Ye Tian, ​​whose demeanor seemed out of place among his surroundings. He whispered something to Fang Ting, then walked over with a professional, polite smile.

"Hello sir, I'm Chen Taotao from the investment department of Citibank. How can I help you?" As he spoke, he gestured for Ye Tian to go to a quieter rest area.

Ye Tian sat down and pulled a cigar from his inner pocket. It was one he'd swiped from Liang Kun, supposedly a Cuban one that cost a hundred dollars a cigar. He handed one to Chen Taotao.

Chen Taotao paused for a moment, then waved his hand: "Thank you, but I don't smoke this."

Ye Tian didn't force him. He bit off the cigarette butt himself, then took out the same pure gold Zippo, also a prized possession of Liang Kun, and lit it with a crisp "ding." A pale blue flame leaped up, illuminating half of his face. He took a deep drag, slowly exhaling grayish-white smoke, before looking up at Chen Taotao.

"Mr. Chen's trip to Hong Kong this time wasn't purely for official business, was it?" Ye Tian spoke, his voice exceptionally clear amidst the noisy background. "He's here to settle a personal grudge, isn't he?"

Chen Taotao's professional smile froze instantly, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes, but he quickly concealed it and regained his composure: "Sir, you may have misunderstood."

Ye Tian smiled, leaned back in the soft sofa, a cigar between his fingers: "I'm not here to open an account to invest. I'm here to find someone."

Chen Taotao stood up, his smile impeccable: "Then it seems I've disturbed you. Please, make yourself at home."

"You've come to the right place." Ye Tian looked up at him calmly. "I'm here to see you, Mr. Chen Taotao."

Chen Taotao was genuinely stunned. He sat down again, his eyes filled with scrutiny: "Looking for me? We...know each other?"

"Now that we know each other," Ye Tian flicked his cigarette ash. "My name is Ye Tian. Ni Kun's illegitimate son."

He spoke in a calm tone, as if he were describing what he had for lunch that day.

Chen Taotao's body tensed up almost imperceptibly for a moment.

"Of course, Ni Kun and I don't have any father-son relationship. I was raised by my mother, and we depended on each other for survival." Ye Tian continued, his gaze seemingly passing through Chen Taotao and looking into the distance. "When I was seven years old, my mother died of illness. From then on, I wandered the streets. Luckily, I was picked up by my current boss, and that's how I ended up where I am today."