Hong Kong variety show: The mastermind behind the scenes is emerging.

The Mercedes-Benz armored convoy smoothly drove into the heart of Kuala Lumpur's hillside region, far removed from the hustle and bustle of the city center, where layers of palm trees and massive banyan trees intertwined to form a natural green barrier.

The convoy slowly came to a stop in front of a massive, black, ornate iron gate. Two elite members of Jiahe Security quickly got out of their vehicles and met with the private guards in white uniforms at the manor's entrance.

A moment later, the heavy iron gate slowly opened, and the Rolls-Royce carrying Lu Chen drove through a long, cobblestone-paved avenue, finally stopping in front of a white main villa that blended British colonial style with Southeast Asian flair.

The cabin door opened, and Lu Chen slowly stepped out of the car, accompanied by three women.

As soon as he stood still, Lu Chen saw an elderly man in his sixties standing in front of the tall teak gate of the villa.

The old man was dressed in a gray-white cotton and linen casual home clothes, and even on his feet were just a pair of ordinary cloth shoes. He looked like any Chinese old man you could see anywhere in Malaysia, but the demeanor he had developed through the ups and downs of the business world made the upright servants around him pale in comparison.

In reality, this man, who looks as kind as an old neighbor, has a background that could shake the entire Southeast Asian and even global financial markets.

Guo Henian, a name that resonates throughout the Chinese-speaking world, is hailed as the "Sugar King of Asia."

He not only held the title of Malaysia's richest man for decades, but he was also the absolute master of the global sugar trade, controlling 10% of the global sugar supply.

In the 1970s, when there was a severe shortage of supplies in China, he was able to solve the shortage of 300,000 tons of white sugar with a wave of his hand; in the early 1980s, he invested in Beijing and spent US$500 million to build the Guomao business district; and not long ago, he founded the Shangri-La Hotel in Hong Kong Island, which has become a benchmark for top hotels in the world.

He is known as a billionaire who "never goes bankrupt" and is a pillar of the Chinese community in Southeast Asia and on the world stage.

Lu Chen strode forward, his face showing heartfelt respect, and took the initiative to shake hands with Guo Henian.

"Mr. Guo, how could I trouble you to come out and greet me personally? You're too kind of me."

"Haha, not at all, it's all what this old man should do." Old Guo let out a hearty laugh, holding Lu Chen's hand tightly without letting go. Instead, he carefully examined the young man in front of him in the sunlight. "I had only seen a few photos of Mr. Lu in the newspapers before, and I had also heard Lao Bao and the others say that Mr. Lu is young and promising, a once-in-a-century talent in Hong Kong. However, seeing him today, I never imagined that Mr. Lu would be so young. It's really... too unexpected."

Old Guo shook his head with a sigh and said, "Compared to you, we guys are really getting old."

"Mr. Guo, you flatter me. It is all thanks to Mr. Bao and the others for their kindness. I am truly humbled. In your presence, I will always be the junior who needs to learn from you," Lu Chen replied with a smile, his words sincere.

"Also, Mr. Guo, you have a deep friendship with the shipping magnate Bao, and he is also one of my most respected elders. If you think highly of me, you can call me Xiao Lu."

"Hahaha! Good! Young Lu, you speak your mind!" Old Guo patted Lu Chen's hand and smiled very kindly. "Since that's the case, I'm the seventh oldest in Malaysia, so you can call me Seventh Uncle, just like the younger generation."

Holding Lu Chen's hand, Old Guo solemnly led him into the villa.

The spacious tea room of the villa was filled with the gentle fragrance of sandalwood.

The finest West Lake Longjing tea floats in a white porcelain cup, emitting a refreshing fragrance.

The housekeeper carefully led Ruan Wen and her two daughters to a warmer room on the other side to rest. In the tea room, only Lu Chen and Guo Henian remained, sitting opposite each other.

Guo Henian picked up his teacup, gently blew away the foam, and asked curiously, "Little Lu, your sudden trip to Kuala Lumpur this time, could it be that you're planning to invest in a manufacturing plant in Malaysia? I heard from Lao Bao that your 'Dragon Soaring Plan' at 'Golden Harvest International' in Hong Kong Island has really made those Japanese and Americans uneasy. Could it be that you're expanding production capacity?"

Mr. Guo's deduction was indeed reasonable. After all, labor costs in Malaysia are indeed low, and many Japanese technology companies like to build contract manufacturing facilities in Kuala Lumpur. He assumed that Lu Chen had come to him for an introduction.

However, Lu Chen gently shook his head. Although his main purpose in coming here was to get the billions of US dollars from Guanchaiba, his claim of inspecting the business was not just a pretext. He actually had a business he wanted to develop.

"Seventh Uncle, what you said... is right and wrong," Lu Chen put down his teacup. "I am indeed here in Malaysia to do business, but I am not here to 'invest'; I am here to provide 'services'."

"Oh?" Guo Henian was slightly taken aback, put down his teacup, and leaned forward slightly. "Provide services? Xiao Lu, Malaysia has one of the lowest labor costs in all of Asia. What kind of service do you want to provide that's cheaper than in Malaysia?"

Looking directly into Old Master Guo's eyes, Lu Chen said bluntly, "Seventh Uncle, what I want to provide is called—security."

Guo Henian's expression shifted slightly upon hearing this, as if he understood something.

"In my eyes, Malaysia is great, but it's like a gold mine without walls." Lu Chen stood up, walked to the window of the tea room, and pointed to the lush rubber plantation in the distance.

"Malaysia appears stable, but undercurrents are turbulent. Of the country's 30 million people, how many are Chinese? Less than 25%. Yet these less than 25% of our compatriots control more than 80% of the country's economic lifeline."

Lu Chen turned around, his tone becoming somewhat heavy: "The economic strength of the Chinese is far beyond what those indigenous people, whose literacy rate is close to zero and who only know how to live off their land, can compare to. Most of the estates, rubber plantations, shipping terminals, and even banks in various states are in the hands of us Chinese. Mr. Guo, you have been in Malaysia for decades, you should know better than me what it feels like to be 'criminal for possessing a treasure'."

Guo Henian's gaze gradually deepened, and he sighed softly.

Lu Chen touched on his sore spot.

Throughout the 20th century, the situation of Chinese people in Southeast Asia remained extremely precarious: they possessed immense wealth, yet were utterly marginalized in terms of political power. In Malaysia, where the royal family and indigenous forces firmly controlled the military and police apparatus, even the wealthiest Chinese businessmen were seen as nothing more than lambs to the slaughter in the eyes of the elites who controlled the armed forces. Once social unrest occurred or the "flock" became sufficiently fertile, a bloody harvest would follow. The horrific "Black May" riots in Indonesia in 98 were a brutal microcosm of this situation.

"Chinese people abroad generally don't like to participate in politics and only want to do business," Lu Chen continued. "This is a way of living discreetly, but in a country where racial tensions are constantly brewing, without the protection of force and power, doing business becomes a high-stakes gamble. However, the mess left by the colonial authorities' 'divide and rule' policy is slowly fermenting."

"In the eyes of the royal families and indigenous officials of various states, the wealth of the Chinese is a resource that can be plundered at any time. The situation in Malaysia is somewhat better, at least there are elders like you supporting them, and the Chinese community is relatively united. But look at Indonesia next door, what kind of lives are those compatriots living? Unrest could break out at any time, shops could be burned down at any time, and families who are humiliated but have nowhere to seek justice..."

"Investing in this environment, the more you invest, the more it's like raising a fatter pig for someone else. When the butcher gets unhappy one day, he'll take the pigsty and the pig all away."

Lu Chen's words were like heavy hammer blows, each strike hitting Guo Henian's heart.

Guo Henian remained silent for a long time before finally speaking slowly, his voice somewhat hoarse: "Xiao Lu, since you see things so clearly, then the so-called safety is perhaps...?"

Lu Chen sat back down, his eyes revealing an undeniable air of dominance.

"I want to use Malaysia as a base to expand the 'Golden Harvest Security' business throughout Southeast Asia."

"Jiahe Security?" Guo Henian frowned. "You mean, hiring bodyguards? Xiao Lu, when I, Guo, go out, I have sixteen private bodyguards, all of whom are registered with the Malaysian police. If it's this kind of 'service,' I'm afraid it won't solve the fundamental problem you mentioned."

"No, Seventh Uncle, you've misunderstood."

Lu Chen took out a stack of sealed documents from his pocket and pushed them in front of Guo Henian. "The Jiahe Security I'm talking about isn't the kind of security guards who just stand at the door like gatekeepers, nor is it those police officers who only know how to bully civilians. What I'm providing is a survival support system based on a top-tier intelligence network, modern heavy weaponry, and an 'area response mechanism'."

"In Malaysia, the Chinese have money but no guns. Since the local army and police are unreliable, we need our own 'private armed forces' that are loyal only to contracts and blood ties."

"You've probably heard about the scene outside the courthouse yesterday. To tell you the truth, that was the first time my Golden Harvest Security team 'showed its strength' in Malaysia. Even a drug lord like Guanchai Ba couldn't last ten minutes against my Golden Harvest Security team."

"I want to teach those scheming indigenous people and bureaucrats a lesson: if you want to take money from the Chinese, you'd better ask Golden Harvest for permission first!"

A deathly silence fell over the room.

Guo Henian stared intently at Lu Chen. He had never imagined that this young man would possess such courage and audacity. To openly establish a semi-military organization in Southeast Asia, with the protection of Chinese merchants at its core, was not merely about doing business; it was about cultivating the strength of the Chinese community itself, it was about… rewriting the survival rules of the Southeast Asian Chinese from the ground up!

"Xiao Lu..." Guo Henian sighed deeply, picked up his teacup again, but his hand trembled slightly. "Your move was too risky, but also too reckless."

"But if I could really make it happen, the situation for Chinese businesses throughout Southeast Asia would improve, wouldn't it?"

Lu Chen smiled slightly, raised his cup again, the aroma of tea remained, but this time the tea was tinged with the iron-blooded color belonging to Lu Chen.

After a long period of contemplation, Guo Henian extended his slightly aged hand, a genuine smile appearing on his lips.

"Xiao Lu... your plan is huge, it's crazy. But I'm actually getting all fired up by what you've said."

"Tell me, how do you want this old man to help you?"

Lu Chen took the old man's hand, and the two smiled at each other in the sun-dappled tea room.

At this moment, the sky over Malaysia has quietly changed color because of this plan.