Hong Kong film: As a boss, I use money to make decisions.

Chapter 86 Chen Yongren, This is Fate

James glanced at Fawkes with obvious displeasure.

"Fuck your mother, thank goodness I joined the chicken-killing group back then!"

"You bunch of scoundrels keep asking me to do things for you every now and then. If you went to the Narcotics Division, your internal investigation department would have thoroughly investigated you by now!"

Hua Fu simply smiled and agreed.

"What's wrong with joining the chicken-killing group? They keep us fish out of the water, making us stir up endless waves and fill our pockets with water every day."

"Put in your share! I'll get the place up and running, and you'll definitely get your turn!"

"Alright, I don't need you to teach me how to do things!"

You bunch of losers, always putting on airs, talking about how big you are on Portland Street. Today we'll show you who really holds sway on Portland Street!

James was clearly pleased with Fawkes' compliment and immediately agreed to Fawkes' request.

At 5:30 p.m., Lin Xiaoru had just returned from the construction site in Lei Muk Uk Estate and made a phone call to Banana.

The phone rang a few times before being answered.

"Banana, are you about to finish work? Shall I come pick you up now?"

"Sorry, Mr. Cheng has secured the project in Tin Shui Wai, so I have to work overtime tonight."

Banana seemed a little embarrassed, and then added something.

"Here's the homeowner's phone number. You two can arrange a time to meet tonight, and if things go well, you can just buy it!"

"Without a professional like you present, I'm afraid I'll make a mistake!"

"No, I already checked it out when I had time. All the documents are complete, and there are no problems with the house."

If you like something, just pay for it!

Lin Xiaoru sat in the car and couldn't help but smile.

"Okay, then give me his phone number, I'll contact him myself."

It's just a pity that I probably won't be able to give you the gift I carefully prepared tonight.

"What? What have you prepared!"

"What the hell? What other surprises are there? Alright, I won't keep you from working overtime any longer, just give me your number!"

While talking on the phone, Lin Xiaoru gestured to Taibao, who was sitting in the driver's seat, to get paper and pen to write down the number.

After noting down the number, the two chatted casually for a few more minutes before hanging up.

Lin Xiaoru picked up the slip of paper Taibao handed her and dialed the number on it.

The phone rang twice before being answered.

However, there was no sound from the other end of the phone until Lin Xiaoru said "feed," at which point a slightly tired voice came through the receiver.

"Who is it?"

"Is this Mr. Chan from Tsim Sha Tsui? I'm here to buy a house from you."

Someone made an appointment with you before, so if it's convenient for me now, I'll come to Tsim Sha Tsui!

"Oh, then come over here. Haiphong Building, Room 806, Building A."

Call me when you get downstairs, and I'll have security open the door for you!

After a brief conversation, the other end of the phone hung up.

Lin Xiaoru put down the phone and couldn't help but shake her head.

It's not that the homeowner is in a hurry to sell; judging from the current situation, they don't seem to be in a rush.

Without any delay, Lin Xiaoru didn't even bother to have dinner. She immediately had Taibao drive the car and took the three Li brothers to Tsim Sha Tsui.

After finishing another phone call with the homeowner, Lin Xiaoru instructed Li Xiangdong and the other two to leave their guns in the car. They then passed through the security checkpoint of the Haifang Building smoothly and headed straight for the elevator in Building A.

Upon arriving at the door of room 806, Lin Xiaoru immediately rang the doorbell.

A short while later, the door opened.

When Lin Xiaoru saw the homeowner, both of them were slightly taken aback and froze.

The homeowner was a man nearing thirty, with a stubble beard and messy hair. He was unkempt and looked somewhat melancholy, but his eyes were bright and piercing.

Isn't this the same Chen Yongren that I told Liu Jianming to take good care of?!

Chen Yongren had heard of Lin Xiaoru's name, but he did not recognize her.

The reason for the surprise was seeing Lin Xiaoru come out to look at the house, accompanied by four burly men.

Of the four, apart from one kind-looking bodyguard, the other three were clearly not good people.

"Are you here to look at the apartment or to cause trouble?!"

Chen Yongren straightened his hunched back and asked Lin Xiaoru with an unfriendly expression.

Lin Xiaoru smiled faintly: "Mr. Chen, how could I dare to come to Tsim Sha Tsui to cause you trouble?"

Let me introduce myself. My name is Lin Xiaoru, and I'm from Wo Luen Shing!

"Lin Xiaoru?!"

Upon learning that the other party was a triad member, Chen Yongren couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Since he's a triad boss, it's perfectly reasonable for him to have a few henchmen around him.

"So it's a big shot from Wo Shing Wo. Come in!"

Chen Yongren took a step back from the entrance, grabbed the doorknob, and welcomed Lin Xiaoru and the others in.

Upon entering the house, Lin Xiaoru felt a sense of renewal.

Despite Chen Yongren's slovenly appearance, his house was meticulously tidied. Upon entering the living room, one could see several bright green plants growing on the not-so-spacious balcony.

This is quite in line with the psychology of an undercover agent who is suffering greatly. The psychological disconnect caused by long-term repression will force a person to constantly clean up his private space in order to remind himself that he is still a clean cop!

Chen Yongren led her around the room a few times, and Lin Xiaoru was very satisfied in the end.

This three-bedroom, one-living-room apartment is about 1,200 square feet. The lighting and environment are fine. As long as Chen Yongren is willing, he can bring the money over tomorrow morning to sign the transfer contract.

Lin Xiaoru sat down in the living room with Chen Yongren and took out a cigarette case.

"Mr. Chen, would you mind if I had a cigarette?"

Chen Yongren smiled and said, "Give me one!"

The two lit cigarettes one after the other, and Lin Xiaoru got straight to the point.

"Mr. Chen, I've seen all the houses, and I'm quite satisfied with them."

"Two million eight hundred thousand is a reasonable price. If you like it, I'll bring the money over tomorrow morning and we can sign the contract, how about that?"

Chen Yongren frowned: "Mr. Lin, if you trust me, could you give me the money tonight?"

I can give you an extra 50,000 yuan discount. Let's go get it notarized together tomorrow. I promise!

Lin Xiaoru couldn't help but be surprised.

"What's wrong, Mr. Chen? Do you need money urgently?"

Chen Yongren nodded frankly: "That's right. Mr. Lin is also involved in triads, so it's impossible that he didn't know what happened in Tsim Sha Tsui a while ago."

Since Han Chen's death, I've been managing this area in Tsim Sha Tsui, but I don't have as many connections as Han Chen, and many people are eyeing my territory.

A few days ago, one of my men got into a fire, two died, and more than twenty were injured. I urgently needed to pay for their resettlement and medical expenses, so I had no choice but to sell this house!

"Such a thing exists? How come I've never heard of it before!"

Lin Xiaoru was even more puzzled. Logically speaking, he should have known about the fire in Yau Ma Tei.

But Chen Yongren didn't seem to be lying, so I couldn't help but be curious.

Chen Yongren simply sighed and waved his hand: "Family scandals shouldn't be aired in public. Let's resolve this behind closed doors. Mr. Lin, please don't ask any more questions!"

Lin Xiaoru nodded upon hearing this, having roughly guessed what it was.

Since it's a family scandal, it must have been because after Han Chen's death, someone was dissatisfied with Chen Yongren, and eventually, an internal power struggle occurred.

Lin Xiaoru was unhappy to see this kind of pre-arranged deal happen. He also planned to use the dirt left by Han Chen to exchange for the territory in Tsim Sha Tsui with Chen Yongren before he announced at the end of the year that he would elect the next leader.

He sees these territories as merely being held in Chen Yongren's care. If someone were to cause trouble and divide the family property, wouldn't he be the one to suffer the loss?

However, Lin Xiaoru really couldn't understand what Huang Zhicheng of the Zero Division was doing. He let his own undercover agents do the work but didn't help them at all, which made Chen Yongren have to sell his house to maintain the stability of the police force!

For a moment, Lin Xiaoru looked at Chen Yongren and felt that this guy was glowing.

After so many years of hard work and dedication, he is now even selling his family property to keep Tsim Sha Tsui peaceful for Wong Chi-shing.

This isn't a normal person! It's more like a Buddha sitting here!

After a moment's thought, Lin Xiaoru spoke.

"Mr. Chen, I've thought about it. Let's keep things separate. I'll give you the payment for the house tomorrow when we do the notarization."

Chen Yongren lowered his eyelids and simply nodded.

He knew he had been presumptuous. To put it bluntly, his current identity was that of a gangster. What kind of credit could a gangster have that he could overdraw?

However, he still has quite a few underlings lying in the hospital, and he is already strapped for cash. If he can't come up with money tonight, he's afraid he won't even be able to pay for his younger brothers' hospital bills.

People who live in this world are all in it for the money. If you can't even afford medical bills, what chance do you have of those who would still follow you?

Old man, I'm afraid you should consider switching sides.

But thinking about it, I felt relieved. I hadn't done anything to wrong the police force. I had done my best. If I couldn't do it, I could just stay in the archives room for the rest of my life after returning to the force, or at worst, play the trumpet in the silver band.

Being able to regain my identity as a police officer is better than anything else.

We can't exactly send him to guard the pond, can we?!

Just as Chen Yongren was feeling disappointed, Lin Xiaoru's words quickly cheered him up.

"But Mr. Chen, if you're short of money, I can lend it to you!"

Chen Yongren looked at Lin Xiaoru, his forehead covered with wrinkles.

"Mr. Lin, what's the interest rate?"

"It's a normal interest rate. I never do high-interest business; I just want to be your friend!"

As she spoke, Lin Xiaoru took a puff of her cigarette, and to allay Chen Yongren's concerns, she continued.

"Back when I was selling fruit in Yau Ma Tei, I knew you were doing pretty well in Tsim Sha Tsui."

Later, the Ni family collapsed, and you handed over the business to Han Chen, which indeed led to your downfall.

But I believe you have extensive connections and many resources in Tsim Sha Tsui, and your comeback is only a matter of time. Just consider me an angel cast into the sky.

"Lun, if you become successful in the future, just don't forget to patronize my business!"

Chen Yongren's eyes quickly lit up. As the saying goes, it's easy to add flowers to brocade, but difficult to provide charcoal in the snow.

Regardless of his identity, Lin Xiaoru was a complete stranger to him, yet she was willing to lend a helping hand during his most difficult time. This immediately elevated her image in Chen Yongren's mind.

"Lin Sheng!"

Chen Yongren stubbed out his cigarette and immediately stood up.

How much can you lend me?

"It depends on how much you need!"

"Would it be alright to borrow a million for an emergency?"

"Then come back with me to get the money later!"

Worried that Chen Yongren might not be able to handle the situation, Lin Xiaoru added another sentence.

"If that's not enough, just call me anytime. Once your business is settled, you can share a small portion of your Tsim Sha Tsui and Ma Lan business with me!"

They had previously swindled eight million US dollars from Han Chen, and now five million is still sitting in a safe.

Taking Han Chen's money to stabilize the territory he left behind, Lin Xiaoru felt that this investment was both hastily earned and even more hastily spent.

Unfortunately, there will likely be few more gold mines like Han Chen to mine in the future.

This reassurance left Chen Yongren so grateful that he was speechless with gratitude.

If he weren't constantly mindful of his identity as a policeman, he would have wanted to burn joss paper with Lin Xiaoru and become sworn brothers right now.

"Mr. Lin, that's enough for now! Thank you so much, thank you so much!"

Outside an intensive care unit at Kwong Wah Hospital, Guo Zichen and Li Weile sat on a bench with solemn expressions.

"Ah Le, where did Brother Hua go?"

"Brother Wah has a meeting tonight!"

Li Weile sighed deeply, then glanced at the intensive care unit behind him.

"Zhong-ge is having surgery tomorrow. I don't know if he'll make it through!"

Guo Zichen sighed, "Lin Xiaoru has spent so much money for Brother Zhong, and now Decheng Street is being raided by the 'chicken slaughtering squad,' and we can't do anything to help. We really feel bad about it!"

Li Weile chimed in, "Who says otherwise? That bastard James is no good himself. He's energetic when it comes to killing chickens, but when it comes to serious cases, he cowers like a turtle!"

If I were working in the internal investigation department, they'd be the first ones I'd take down!

"Forget it, we can't help, so don't blame us!"

"I'd better call Brother Hua right away. It would be best if he came to see Brother Zhong tonight. I'm afraid if we wait until tomorrow..."

Guo Zichen's voice choked with emotion, and he hesitated to utter the rest of his sentence.

At 7:30 p.m., the treatment for Wo Luen Shing was still ongoing.

James, however, abandoned his duties and wandered around Portland Street.

Just as he was holding a cup of iced lemon tea, preparing to find something to do, a taxi pulled up to the side of the road.

Wah-di jumped out of the car and shouted at James from a distance.

"Officer, wait!"

James turned around and saw a handsome young man running towards him. He couldn't help but wonder, "Whose son-in-law is this?"

Who are you?

James looked Wah-di up and down, but still couldn't remember who the young man in front of him was.

Wah-dee, however, acted as if they were old friends, reaching out to pull out a pack of cigarettes and offering one to James with a grin.

"I'm not smoking! If you have something to say, say it; otherwise, get lost!"

James was incredibly disrespectful, yelling arrogantly with his nostrils flared. If it weren't for the fact that Wah-dee looked like a son-in-law, he wouldn't have had the patience to stand there and shout at him.

Hua Di chuckled awkwardly as he put away his cigarette.

"Sir, I am Wah-di from the Fu On Society. Seventh Brother invited you over for drinks before when he moved to Qianmalan in the new reclaimed land."

"Oh, so you're one of Seventh Brother's men? Why aren't you staying put in the reclaimed land area? Why are you out here on Portland Street doing this?"

"That's right, our Fu'an Society is planning to open a new Malan restaurant there recently."

I'll need your continued support, sir. We've just received a new batch of horses, so I came to see you tonight specifically to ask you to go and test them out, give them a little "blessing," and train them to see if there's anything I could improve.

May you have abundant wealth in the future and take good care of your father, sir!

Upon hearing that Wah-di had asked him to test horses, James immediately perked up.

He casually tossed aside the lemon tea cup in his hand, a salty smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

"Is that so? You've got good taste, kid!"

But let me tell you, I'm still a greenhorn. This time, I'm feeding the girls at your place with this virgin chicken, so you better not let me get taken advantage of!

"No way!"

Upon hearing this, Hua Di immediately waved to the taxi that was still parked by the roadside, and a hot-bodied woman got out of the car.

James only glanced at it before feeling his mouth go dry.

He embraced the girl with great satisfaction, then looked at Hua Di with a teasing smile.

"The horse was nice, but that's it?"

Hua Di immediately stepped forward and lowered his voice.

"The red envelope will be placed in your car!"

"Great job! You've got guts, kid! When you get back, your boss will tell you that from now on, he'll call you in advance if there's a raid!"

As he spoke, James put his arm around the girl and walked forward, laughing loudly.

Watching James's departing figure, Wah-di couldn't help but spit on the ground.

"You greenhorn? I'll teach you a lesson you won't forget!"

James put his arm around the girl and walked towards the parking lot.

As they walked, they didn't forget to flirt.

"You're beautiful and have a great figure, you're really gorgeous. How come I've never seen you before?"

"Hey bro, I just got back from Thailand!"

"What's your name?"

"My name is Lina!"

Although the girl's name was cheesy, she knew how to get things done. She clung tightly to James's arm, rubbing against him all over, and even teased him.

"Hey boss, why don't you reach in and see what surprises await you inside?"

"Alright, I'll see if you're hiding a crab in here that can pinch your fingers!"

James immediately reached out and touched the cleavage of the girl's chest, pinching it between two fingers and pulling out a room key.

When I brought it up to my eyes, I realized it was from the Regent Hotel!

"Wow! You're amazing! You won the lottery! It's a Grand View room!"

The girl was praising James exaggeratedly, while James remained calm.

"Your Fu'an Society is getting more and more sensible. Before, when you asked me to test horses, you would only go to some shabby little love hotel."

"Now you've finally figured it out! You actually know to look for star-rated hotels! I love it!"

On the Tsim Sha Tsui side, James's car passed by Lam Siu-yu's Mercedes on Moody Road.

After parking his car at the Regent Hotel, James became even more impatient.

Upon reaching the upper floor and swiping the room card, one would see that the panoramic room had already been properly furnished, with a carpet covered in rose petals and a dark red burgundy bottle placed on the table in the lobby.

Two wine glasses and a decanter were placed beside it, polished to a sparkling shine.

Although the wine wasn't anything fancy, it at least showed that Fu'an Society had taken it seriously.

Upon seeing this, James couldn't help but furrow his brow.

He put his arm around the girl and sat down at the table, then suddenly spoke.

"With all this fuss from your Fu'an Society, what kind of new establishment have you opened on that reclaimed land?"

As the officer with the highest response rate in the Yau Tsim Mong Chicken Slaughter Unit, James routinely asked local bullies for bribes and kickbacks.

But never before had an invitation been so grand as today's, which made James somewhat uneasy, fearing that the Fuan Society might pull off something sensational.

The girl had already opened the bottle and pushed open the decanter, pouring wine into the glass while responding in a sweet voice.

"Brother, I already told you I'm new to Hong Kong Island and don't know anything!"

"I know what my godfather meant. If I serve you well, I can move freely in Yau Tsim Mong. You mustn't forget me."

As she spoke, the girl took a wine glass and sat directly on James's lap, bringing the glass to his lips.

He said softly, "Boss, have a drink first!"

"Damn it, I met a woman back then who was just as slutty as you!"

Okay! Now I'll drink yours, and you can drink mine later!

Even James, a seasoned womanizer, couldn't resist the urge. He bit down on the wine glass and let the girl pour the wine into his mouth.

Meanwhile, in a room on the same floor.

While adjusting a DV camera, the pilot was talking to his advisor, Su, who was sitting by the window.

"Master Su, is it really reliable to use such a small amount?"

"Don't let me end up in jail and have to resort to my fists to get things done!"

"Don't worry, the medicine came from Jimmy's people on Shanghai Street."

He told me it was just a tiny bit, enough—enough to leave an elephant completely bewildered for a while!

"Is it really that amazing?"

"Of course not—just watch, in five minutes at most, that bastard James will crawl into any hole he sees!"

Upon hearing this, Fei Ji put the DV camera on the table and then looked at a young Indian man sitting by the door, who was eager to try.

He couldn't help but scoff, "I've already found someone to treat his constipation, why would he need to drill?"

After saying that, the plane straightened up and walked up to the dark-skinned guy.

"Morocha, be as fierce as you want, use as much force as you can."

"You worked really hard tonight, and I'll give you an extra ten thousand if I take you to the ship later. Is that alright?!"

The black guy nodded repeatedly, rolled up his sleeves, and flexed his muscles at the plane.

He then said in his slightly broken Mandarin, "Boss, I don't need you to say anything more!"

"I saw his physique downstairs just now, and I still can't stop drooling. I should thank you for sending me such a beauty to amuse myself before I leave!"

>