Rebirth of the Hong Kong Millennium Conglomerate

As dawn broke, the morning mist on Hong Kong Island still carried a touch of the damp coolness of the sea breeze, lazily spilling onto the bedroom carpet through the large floor-to-ceiling windows of the Mid-Levels villa.

When Zhang Zeyang opened his eyes, he could vaguely see the white sails of cargo ships coming and going in Victoria Harbour outside the window. The sea breeze carried the sound of ship horns from the distant docks, bringing a sense of tranquility before the hustle and bustle.

He got up and stretched, his bones making a slight cracking sound. After a quick wash, he changed into clean clothes and went downstairs.

Several special forces soldiers had already prepared breakfast. Zhang Lingyun, with her hair in two pigtails, was sitting obediently at the table, scooping porridge with a small spoon. When she saw him come down, her eyes immediately lit up: "Brother, you're awake! The food the older brothers made is super delicious!"

The little girl's voice was soft and sweet, warming Zhang Zeyang's heart. He walked over, ruffled her hair, and sat down opposite her: "Eat slowly, no one will take it from you."

The squad leader brought out the last bowl of porridge: "Sir, Miss Lingyun has a very good appetite this morning and has already drunk half a bowl of porridge."

Zhang Zeyang nodded his thanks and quietly ate his breakfast. As the morning light grew stronger, it dispelled the morning mist, and the sunlight fell on the dining table, creating a warm and cozy atmosphere.

At this moment, Zhang Zeyang was thinking about how to quickly accumulate enough capital.

After breakfast, Zhang Lingyun was reading comic books in the living room while holding her doll. Zhang Zeyang told her not to run around and then turned and went into the study on the second floor.

He locked the door to make sure no one would disturb him, then went to his desk, sat down, and took out some papers and a pen from the drawer.

As his fingertips touched the smooth paper, Zhang Zeyang clearly remembered a news story that would later shock the world—in the lower reaches of the Ganges River in India, beneath a hidden ancient temple, lay a gold treasure powerful enough to shake half of Asia's financial markets!

The gold was left behind by ancient Indian dynasties, and its quantity was unimaginable. It was not discovered by chance until decades later.

Now, that treasure lies dormant underground, untouched by anyone.

This was his starting capital, the best springboard for his rapid rise in this era!

Zhang Zeyang took a deep breath, and with a stroke of his pen, wrote down a string of incredibly precise coordinates and detailed addresses on the rice paper—from the city of Kolkata, India, all the way south, through which jungle, over which hill, finally arriving at that inconspicuous, dilapidated ancient temple, the entrance to the treasure hidden beneath the base of the statue.

He then wrote down six more treasure locations, carefully folded the Xuan paper, put it in his pocket, and went down to the lobby.

He told his younger sister, Zhang Ling, to go back to her room to play first. Then he took out all the special forces summoning cards. A moment later, the space distorted slightly, and 108 tall, imposing figures with a cold aura appeared out of thin air, standing in the villa's hall.

Dressed in uniform combat attire, they stood tall and straight, their eyes sharp as eagles, exuding the aura of seasoned warriors. With their hands at their waists, they were ready to respond to any unexpected situation.

These nine squads are all elite units carefully selected by the system. They have top-notch individual combat capabilities and seamless teamwork. Whether it is infiltration, assassination or transportation, they are all top-notch.

Zhang Zeyang had previously summoned one of the squads to handle miscellaneous tasks, but now he summoned all nine at once, making the house feel a bit crowded.

"Greetings, sir!" The captains of the nine squads stepped forward simultaneously, their voices booming and their momentum overwhelming, and they saluted in unison.

Zhang Zeyang opened his eyes, his gaze sweeping over the nine elite troops before him, and his confidence grew even stronger: "No need for formalities."

Then, Zhang Zeyang took out all the remaining US dollars he had.

When I transmigrated here, the system gave me some start-up capital. After deducting daily expenses and the cost of buying this hillside villa, I had a total of 200,000 US dollars left. Stacks of brand-new US dollars were piled on the table.

"Here's a total of two hundred thousand US dollars," Zhang Zeyang said calmly, yet with an undeniable air of authority. "One hundred and fifty thousand will be distributed to your nine teams as funding for this operation. The remaining fifty thousand will be kept as a reserve."

He then divided the $150,000 into nine portions and handed them to the team leaders one by one. The team leaders accepted the money with both hands and nodded solemnly, saying, "Please rest assured, sir, we guarantee to complete the mission!"

"Also," Zhang Zeyang said, looking at the captain of the first squad he had summoned, "your squad doesn't need to participate in this operation. Stay here and go buy clothes and daily necessities for the brothers."

"Yes!" The captain immediately accepted the order.

The combat uniforms these special forces soldiers are currently wearing are too conspicuous. If they want to infiltrate India unnoticed, they must change into ordinary clothes and prepare identification documents and various passes. All of this requires meticulous preparation.

After giving instructions, the first squad summoned went to downtown Hong Kong to purchase the necessary items.

The remaining nine squads stayed home to await further instructions. They didn't say a word; a soldier's duty is to obey orders.

Zhang Zeyang handed the sheet of paper with the address of the gold treasure written on it to one of the team leaders: "The target address is here. Remember, you must act secretly and transport the gold to Hong Kong quietly. Avoid Indian officials and local forces throughout the entire process. If you are exposed, abandon the mission and evacuate immediately. Safety first."

"Understood!" The captain took the Xuan paper with both hands, carefully put it away close to his body, and looked solemn.

With everything arranged, Zhang Zeyang breathed a sigh of relief and sat on the sofa. With nine elite special forces squads and the incredibly accurate location of the treasure, he was determined to get this gold.

With this seed money, he was able to quickly expand his business empire in Hong Kong, laying a solid foundation for future development.

Time flew by and it was already afternoon. The sun was shining brightly, and the sea breeze was gentle.

After everyone left, Zhang Zeyang changed into casual clothes. By this time, Zhang Lingyun was getting impatient. The little girl was wearing a pink dress and clutching a small cloth bag. When she saw him arrive, she immediately skipped over, "Brother, you're finally done! When are we going shopping?"

Seeing his younger sister's expectant eyes, Zhang Zeyang's tension instantly dissipated. He smiled and took her little hand: "Come on, I'll take you all over Hong Kong. You can eat whatever you want and play whatever you want, it's all up to you."

The brother and sister, along with the special forces squad, drove towards the bustling city center. At this time, Hong Kong was already one of the most prosperous cities in Asia, with streets teeming with cars and pedestrians, shops lining the streets offering a dazzling array of goods, and the sounds of vendors hawking their wares and laughter rising and falling.

Zhang Zeyang took Zhang Lingyun to a department store in Tsim Sha Tsui and bought her several beautiful dresses and new shoes. The little girl held the new clothes and smiled with her eyes crinkling.

Afterwards, they went to the street food stalls and ordered fish balls, siu mai, egg waffles, and bowl cakes... Zhang Zeyang satisfied all his sister's cravings.

Zhang Lingyun ate egg waffles in small bites, her cheeks puffed out like a cute little squirrel. Every now and then she would look up and say a few words to Zhang Zeyang, her chattering manner particularly endearing.

Holding her little hand, Zhang Zeyang strolled through the streets and alleys of Hong Kong, watching the crowds around them and feeling the unique vibrancy of this era.

As the sun set, its afterglow painted the sky a warm orange-red before the brother and sister returned to their hillside villa by car.

Zhang Lingyun was a little tired after playing all afternoon. Zhang Zeyang smiled and ruffled her hair, saying, "Lingyun, play by yourself in the living room for a while. I'm going to the study to take care of some things. I'll have dinner with you later."

"Okay, brother, come back soon." Zhang Lingyun nodded obediently, hugged her newly bought doll, and ran to the living room to play by herself.

Zhang Zeyang turned around and went back into the study. He sat down at his desk, took out a thick notebook, and began to write furiously.

His mind contains memories of the next few decades; this is his biggest trump card.

Those world-shaking major events, those local changes in Hong Kong, and those stock market and financial information that seemed to guarantee profits all flooded his mind like a tide.

He first wrote down the trends of Hong Kong's real estate market in the next few years—where land prices would skyrocket, which areas would become prime locations, and when would be the best time to buy. Then he wrote down the key points of the stock market, which stocks would soar, which companies would encounter crises, and even accurately marked the time of the stock market crash.

Next, he recorded major events in Hong Kong's future, from the financial crisis to policy changes, from power reshuffling to industrial rise, writing down each event in great detail, and noting the opportunities for key figures.

Each piece of this information is invaluable; what others see as vague and unknown is, in his eyes, real wealth and opportunity.

The pen tip glides swiftly across the paper, the ink spreading gradually, and lines of writing are neatly arranged on the letter paper.

Zhang Zeyang was writing with extreme concentration. The sky outside the window gradually darkened, the afterglow of the sunset faded, and night slowly fell. Only the scratching sound of the pen tip gliding across the paper remained in the study.

This information is fundamental to Zhang Zeyang's foothold in Hong Kong and his success in the business world. With this information, he can plan ahead, avoid risks, and seize opportunities.

Whether it's the real estate market, the stock market, or real industries, he wants to hold on tightly, rapidly accumulate his capital, and build his own business empire.

After what seemed like an eternity, Zhang Zeyang finished the last stroke, let out a long sigh of relief, and put down his pen. The thick notebook was now filled with writing; he put it in the drawer of his desk and locked it.

After all this was done, the stars were already twinkling outside the window, and a voice came from downstairs at the villa: "Mr. Zhang, Ms. Lingyun, dinner is ready!"

Zhang Zeyang got up and stretched his stiff neck. When he came out of the study, Zhang Lingyun was already sitting obediently at the dining table. Seeing him come down, she immediately waved and said, "Brother, come and eat!"

The table was laden with a sumptuous feast. Zhang Lingyun chattered away to Zhang Zeyang, who listened patiently and occasionally served her food.

After dinner, Zhang Zeyang helped his younger sister wash up and then went back to the bedroom. Zhang Lingyun had been playing all day and was already sleepy. Her eyes were almost closed, but she still forced herself to talk to Zhang Zeyang.

Zhang Zeyang sat on the edge of the bed, covered her with a blanket, gently patted her back, and whispered a fairy tale to her.

Once upon a time, there was a little princess who lived in a beautiful castle...

As Zhang Lingyun listened, her eyelids grew heavier and heavier, and she soon drifted off to sleep, a sweet smile still on her face.

Looking at his younger sister's sleeping face, Zhang Zeyang's eyes softened. He gently got up, tucked her in, turned and walked out of the bedroom, closing the door behind him.

As night deepened, the hillside villa fell into tranquility, while the lights of Victoria Harbour outside the window shone brightly, like pearls embedded in the darkness.

Standing on the second-floor balcony, Zhang Zeyang gazed at the distant lights, his mind preoccupied with future development plans.

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