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

Late at night, at Government House.

Wei Yixin was fast asleep in his bedroom—he had been so busy these past two days preparing for his year-end policy address that he was finally able to get a full night's sleep.

Just then, there was a gentle knock on the bedroom door.

He turned over, ignoring it. However, the knocking grew more urgent, followed by a servant's hushed voice from outside: "Sir, Mr. Cheng from Jiahe is here. He says it's urgent and he must see you."

Wei Yixin woke up with a start, lying in the darkness for a while before slowly sitting up. He rubbed his temples wearily, put on a silk robe, and got out of bed.

He glanced at the clock on the wall—3:40 a.m.

"Cheng Yiyan? Now?" Wei Yixin walked to the door, opened it, and frowned slightly as he looked at the troubled maid. "Did he say something?"

"He didn't say, but Mr. Cheng brought quite a few people, and he didn't look too good."

Wei Yixin's heart skipped a beat. He hesitated for a moment, then nodded: "Take him to the study to wait a moment, I'll change my clothes."

"Yes."

……

Five minutes later, Wei Yixin entered the study.

Cheng Yiyan had been waiting on the sofa with his legs crossed for a long time. He was wearing a dark gray suit and gold-rimmed glasses. His refined features appeared somewhat cold under the lamplight.

Upon seeing Wei Yixin enter, Cheng Yiyan did not stand up, but merely raised her eyes, a faint, ambiguous smile playing on her lips.

Wei Yixin's heart sank again.

"Oh, Mr. Cheng," Wei Yixin laughed heartily, sitting down opposite him. "What's the rush so late?"

However, Cheng Yiyan had no time for banter. She silently took a DVD and a document from her briefcase, placed them in front of Wei Yixin, and said in a calm tone, "Governor, something happened tonight, and I think you need to give me an explanation."

Wei Yixin's gaze fell on the DVD and the documents, and the unease in his heart grew stronger.

He reached for the DVD, glanced at the label, and saw the words: Jiahe Building, 66th floor, CCTV footage.

"This is……"

"The surveillance footage from tonight," Cheng Yiyan said slowly and deliberately, but with a chilling undertone, "was from two hours ago when a group of thugs, armed with forged documents, broke into the Jiahe Building, attempting to enter the server room and steal our company's core secrets."

Wei Yixin finally couldn't maintain his composure.

"They deployed two task forces, plus an inside man. Fortunately, our security department was well-prepared and subdued the thieves on the spot," Cheng Yiyan continued, pointing to the document. "Besides the DVD, these are the testimonies of some of them. The contents are quite interesting—would the Governor like to take a look?"

Wei Yixin flipped through the confession in his hand, his expression growing increasingly grim with each reading.

The people who broke into the Jiahe Building tonight were actually MI6 agents?!

Damn it! He couldn't help but curse the MI6 men half to death in his mind—these idiots, couldn't you have notified me, the Governor of Hong Kong, before you made your move?!

Of course, Wilson only dared to grumble, since he knew very well that MI6 was directly responsible to the Prime Minister and had no administrative relationship with the Government House. They had no need to report to him at all.

But the problem is—you should have just infiltrated! Now you've been caught red-handed, how am I supposed to clean up this mess?!

Looking at his expression, Cheng Yiyan slowly added, "Mr. Governor, I think you should be very clear about the nature of this matter. A group of well-equipped agents, carrying forged documents, broke into the core data center of a leading company on Hong Kong Island in the dead of night—this behavior, at best, is industrial espionage; at worst…"

He paused here, deliberately stopping short of continuing.

Wei Yixin took a deep breath, suppressing his surging emotions, and forced a sheepish smile: "Mr. Cheng, this matter... I know absolutely nothing about it. Rest assured, as the Governor of Hong Kong, I will investigate this thoroughly! I will give you and Golden Harvest a satisfactory explanation! Everyone involved in this matter will not be let off the hook—"

"Governor," Cheng Yiyan interrupted him, a hint of amusement in her voice, "don't use such official language on me."

"Three days," he held up three fingers, "within three days, I expect to see a clear answer from you—how this matter will be handled, how compensation will be provided, and how you will guarantee that it will not happen again."

Wei Yixin opened his mouth as if to say something, but Cheng Yiyan had already stood up.

"If there's no reply within three days—" He straightened his suit collar, his tone turning cold, "then we'll have no choice but to expose this. Let the whole of Hong Kong, let the whole world, see the actions of the Japanese Empire."

Upon hearing this, Wei Yixin's face darkened completely.

He knew that for Golden Harvest Media, making this scandal a global sensation was just a matter of a snap of the fingers.

Cheng Yiyan walked to the door, turned back and glanced at Wei Yixin: "Governor, take care."

As the door closed behind him, the study returned to silence, with only the ticking of the antique clock on the wall.

In the living room, Wei Yixin sat alone on the sofa, trembling as he took out a disc and put it into the player in the study.

The screen lit up, and Thiago and the others from Station H appeared on the screen.

Wei Yixin read through the entire document with a grim face, finally grabbing the phone, dialing a number, and almost growling through gritted teeth, "F*** you! What the hell are you doing?!"

……

Meanwhile, in London, at the headquarters of MI6.

It was late at night in London, but Mrs. M's office was still brightly lit.

She sat at her desk, a newly received encrypted telegram spread out in front of her, her face so gloomy it could drip water.

The telegram was simple: the Hong Kong Island operation had failed, almost all of H Station's senior and middle-level officers had been wiped out, and Thiago's whereabouts were unknown.

Mrs. M put down the report and rubbed her temples.

She was in a terrible mood.

The scandal surrounding Project Guita had barely subsided, and Japan's reputation within the intelligence community had already plummeted to a low point. If, now, it were to be revealed that agents of the Japanese Empire had broken into a well-known Hong Kong company late at night, attempting to steal trade secrets, and were caught red-handed... that would absolutely cause an uproar.

At that point, not only will MI6 become a laughing stock in front of its international counterparts, but the already precarious approval rating of the Prime Minister's Iron Lady will likely plummet.

More importantly, as the person primarily responsible, Mrs. M was certain that she would be dragged out of Downing Street as a sacrifice.

Mrs. M leaned back in her office chair, pondered for a long time, and finally pressed the intercom on her desk: "Qian Banni, help me arrange a meeting with Lu Chen from Jiahe Group. I remember he's currently in London on business. See when he's available; I'd like to meet with him."

"Yes."

……

The next day, at seven o'clock in the morning, in Kensington, London.

Lu Chen woke up from his sleep, and the morning light shone through the gaps in the curtains onto the bed. He turned over and found that the pillow next to him was empty—the bastard had gotten up sometime earlier.

He yawned, casually threw on a bathrobe, and pushed open the bedroom door.

In the living room, Ba Wanghua was standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, holding a phone and talking softly.

Lu Chen leaned against the doorframe, remaining silent until she finished her call, then jokingly asked, "Whose call was that?"

The domineering woman turned around and glared at him: "Who else could it be? Mrs. M from MI6, of course."

"Oh?" Lu Chen raised an eyebrow.

"We caught them red-handed, and now they're begging for peace."

Morning light streamed in from behind her, falling on her. Lu Chen smiled, turned, and walked towards the kitchen: "Let's have breakfast first, and make Mrs. M wait a little longer—after all, admitting a mistake requires showing remorse."