Hong Kong: Black Gold Tycoons

If Huang Hanwei spoke politely, Chen Fei would only ask him for the money to redeem the car.

But to my surprise, this person started by calling me a scoundrel.

Chen Fei made a double entendre.

He only had a chance because his sister-in-law's marriage was unhappy.

He was talking about playing with cars.

But for Huang Hanwei, it was a blatant humiliation, a green hat being heavily slapped on his head.

He is very suspicious and often over-interprets Zhao Yazhi's words and actions. For example, he would question whether Zhao Yazhi was "abnormal" if she came home late from work or had a normal dinner with friends.

At this moment, he could no longer control his emotions, and the words squeezed out from his throat, "You... what did you say?"

Zhao Yazhi's face turned pale instantly. "What nonsense are you talking about? I don't know you at all. Don't you dare make false accusations!"

Huang Hanwei stared intently at Chen Fei, the veins on his forehead throbbing.

"Don't know him?" He sneered, his voice filled with barely suppressed anger. "They've already gone this far, and you're telling me you don't know him?"

"I really don't know him!" Zhao Yazhi said urgently. "This guy stole my car, and you believe everything he says?"

"Keep making things up," Huang Hanwei sneered. "I think it wasn't just your car that got stolen, it was your heart and your body that got stolen! You're just a promiscuous woman!"

He raised his hand as soon as he finished speaking.

Snapped!

A heavy slap landed on Zhao Yazhi's face.

Zhao Yazhi was stunned into place by the slap.

She covered her face, unable to come to her senses for a long time.

Tears of grievance welled up in her eyes.

A red handprint quickly appeared on his face.

Huang Hanwei glared at Chen Fei, his fists clenched, and gritted his teeth, saying, "You bastard, you slept with my wife? You think I won't kill you?"

next moment.

A gun was pointed at his forehead.

Chen Fei said coldly, "Do you believe I dare to shoot?"

Faced with the dark muzzle of the gun, Huang Hanwei's anger subsided instantly; he dared not gamble on whether the gun was real or fake.

Cold sweat was already dripping down his forehead.

He still stubbornly insisted, "This is in front of the police station, do you really dare to shoot?"

Chen Fei scoffed, "So what if it's in front of the police station? I, Chen Fei, am not someone who can't take a joke. If you keep arguing, I'll shoot you dead, and we'll be even."

He was certain that even if Huang Hanwei really called the police, they wouldn't be able to find a gun on him.

"You fucking call this a clean break?" Huang Hanwei roared, calculating in his mind what the chances of being rescued were if he called for help now.

If the gun were real, I might have been shot dead before I even opened my mouth.

If the gun is fake, then the whole of Hong Kong might hear rumors that Wong Hon-wai was scared to death by his lover's fake gun.

He could only look on with an expression as if he had swallowed a fly.

"Get out!" Chen Fei said again.

After weighing his options carefully, Huang Hanwei glared fiercely at Zhao Yazhi.

"Since you're dating a gigolo, don't blame me for finding a woman to play with too!"

After saying that, he quickly left, afraid of being humiliated again.

Chen Fei looked at Zhao Yazhi: "Miss Zhao, you don't want to be seen, do you? Get in the car."

Zhao Yazhi did not want to get in the car because she did not know Chen Fei.

Unexpectedly, a TV reporter walked over from the opposite direction. Seeing the camera on the photographer's shoulder, Zhao Yazhi was afraid that she would be photographed in her current state, so she had no choice but to bite the bullet and get into the car.

Chen Fei quickly started the car and drove away.

After a long pause, Zhao Yazhi finally spoke: "I don't know you. Why did you steal my car and then frame me?"

"First of all, let me clarify that I didn't steal this car," Chen Fei said. "And I didn't frame you either."

Zhao Yazhi was filled with grievance: "If you hadn't talked nonsense, I wouldn't have gotten slapped!"

"Miss Zhao, you don't recognize me, right?"

Zhao Yazhi nodded.

Chen Fei then said, "I don't know him either, right?"

Zhao Yazhi thought for a moment and nodded again.

"So how did I frame you? I'm not one to stir up trouble. If he really loved you, would he hit you because of something a stranger said? Would he get so angry over unfounded rumors in the newspapers?" Chen Fei shook his head. "Ultimately, it's because he doesn't have you in his heart."

Zhao Yazhi covered her still-burning face, her mind filled with many thoughts.

After marrying Huang Hanwei in 75, she discovered that the two of them had very different personalities. She felt that no matter how successful she was in her career, it was useless. If she was not happy in her life, she had no motivation to do anything. She was very tired and her heart was bitter.

The love letter incident brought her relationship with Huang Hanwei to a freezing point. Faced with her husband's distrust, she felt disheartened.

Now, Huang Hanwei slapped her again because of something Chen Fei said, making her feel even more heartbroken.

Zhao Yazhi remained silent for a while before speaking again: "Who exactly are you? Why is the car here with you?"

"My name is Chen Fei," Chen Fei said. "I bought the car in Saigon. A used car dealer said he was selling a top-quality married actress's original paint used car, and I bought it at a high price. Who knew this would happen?"

Upon hearing the words "top-tier married actress," Zhao Yazhi's expression became somewhat unnatural. "Did you really buy it?"

"Nonsense, have you ever seen a car thief dare to go to the police station?" Chen Fei said confidently.

Zhao Yazhi thought about it and agreed, then asked, "How much did you buy it for? I'll give it to you."

"Fifty thousand," Chen Fei demanded, making an exorbitant demand.

This is his first pot of gold, so of course he has to ask for a higher price.

However, it's difficult to make a million in a short time with this pot of gold; we still need to think of other ways.

Zhao Yazhi's voice instantly rose: "Fifty thousand?"

Although the car cost nearly 90,000 yuan when it was new, she had driven it for a long time. Unexpectedly, Chen Fei asked for 50,000 yuan right away.

She would need to film for almost two months to earn that price.

Chen Fei said seriously, "Yeah, the gimmick of a 'top-tier married actress' is expensive enough, let alone the fact that it's the car of a big star like Zhao Yazhi. Isn't it normal for it to be more expensive?"

After much internal hesitation, Zhao Yazhi countered, "Twenty thousand, consider it as me making you my friend."

"Thirty thousand." Chen Fei sighed. "I've only been driving for a few hours, and I even helped you see Huang Hanwei's true colors. It's not fair that you want me to lose tens of thousands of yuan, is it?"

Zhao Yazhi bit her lip and said, "Twenty-five thousand! That's all the money I have."

"Deal," Chen Fei agreed immediately. "Consider it making friends, but I have one condition."

Zhao Yazhi felt a sudden surge of unease and cautiously asked, "What are the conditions?"

Just as Chen Fei was about to speak, a person suddenly darted out from the roadside.

The man was covered in sweat, his large nose particularly noticeable. He rushed to the car, taking three steps at a time, and flashed his identification.

"I am Chan Ka-kui from the West Kowloon CID. I need to requisition your car!"

A few minutes earlier, Chen Jiaju and his colleagues went to arrest drug kingpin Zhu Tao, but Zhu Tao noticed something was wrong and fled in a car.

Chen Jiaju gave chase for his life, but seeing that Zhu Tao was getting further and further away and was likely to escape, he was extremely anxious when he saw this Ford appear.

"Get in the car." Chen Fei agreed without the slightest hesitation.

Upon closer inspection, this person only resembles Jackie Chan in his large nose; everything else looks quite different.

However, this guy has some powerful connections, so he doesn't mind getting to know Chen Jiaju.

Because having more friends means having more options, and having more wives means having more homes.

Chen Jiaju opened the car door, plopped into the back seat, and panted, "Could you please chase after that black Mazda 929 ahead? Hurry!"

"Don't worry, my nickname is Hong Kong's Car God, and it's no exaggeration." Chen Fei stepped on the gas, and the car shot off.

Inside the Mazda ahead, Zhu Tao clutched his briefcase tightly.

He kept urging his subordinates, "Faster, faster!"

The subordinate glanced at the rearview mirror and said anxiously, "Boss, that car behind us is chasing us too closely, we can't shake it off!"

"Shoot him! Kill him!" Zhu Tao roared, his face contorted with rage.

After speaking...

The two men then leaned out of the car, pointing their guns at Ford, who was hot on their heels.

"Damn, these guys have guns!" Chen Fei shoved Zhao Yazhi's head down, "Lie down, don't get shot!"

Caught off guard, Zhao Yazhi was pressed between his legs.

Chen Jiaju, sitting in the back seat, also pulled out his .38 rifle, leaned halfway out of the car window, and, using the car body as cover, aimed at the thugs in the Mazda and pulled the trigger.

Bang bang bang!

The two sides exchanged fire, but hitting a fast-moving target was no easy task.

Hearing the gunshots and the crackling sounds of bullets hitting the hood of the car, Zhao Yazhi was so frightened that her heart almost jumped out of her throat.

Although she plays a highly skilled female knight-errant on screen, she is actually just a weak woman in real life.

There are no NGs now, no stunt doubles, only bullets flying everywhere.

Within moments, his back was drenched in cold sweat.

Splash!

The windshield was shattered with several holes, and shards landed on Zhao Yazhi's shoulder, startling her so much that she instinctively shrank back between Chen Fei's legs.

Chen Fei was used to this kind of situation. He kept a steady hand on the steering wheel, weaving around the road and using passing trucks and obstacles to avoid them.

The Mazda in front suddenly shook and slowed down noticeably.

The driver slammed on the gas pedal, but the car just roared without increasing its speed.

"Boss, we're out of gas!" the driver cried out in panic.

Zhu Tao's face turned ashen, and he gritted his teeth, saying, "Get out of the car and run!"

As soon as the car came to a stop, he opened the door, grabbed his briefcase, and rushed out.

Several men followed closely behind, firing back at Ford as they ran to provide cover.

Seeing this, Chen Jiaju urged, "Hurry and chase after them!"

But at that moment, the Ford ran out of gas, and Chen Fei said helplessly, "Out of gas!"

Without a second thought, Chen Jiaju pushed open the car door, dashed out, and shouted as he ran, "Zhu Tao, stop!"

Zhu Tao?

Chen Fei immediately looked at the middle-aged man in front of him who was desperately running away with a briefcase. He was wearing gold-rimmed glasses, a suit and leather shoes, and the black briefcase in his hand was particularly eye-catching.

He never expected to encounter this plot point from "Police Story 1".

Moreover, he remembered very clearly that Zhu Tao's briefcase contained at least $30.

Isn't this my first pot of gold?

If you can find a way to get your hands on it, you'll not only have the capital to start a business, but you can also open a shopping mall.

He glanced at Zhao Yazhi and, seeing her extreme panic, joked, "Miss Zhao, may I borrow something from you?"

"What?"

"Lend me your stockings for a moment, I need to go work overtime."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Yazhi's face turned from white to red, "You...you..."

"Can you hurry up?" Chen Fei asked without turning his head, his eyes fixed on the direction Zhu Tao had fled.

Zhao Yazhi's face grew increasingly red, but then, as if remembering something, she finally chose to compromise.

As Chen Fei was about to get out of the car, a warm stocking was shoved into his hand. Zhao Yazhi whispered, "Take it."