Hong Kong: Black Gold Tycoons

Chen Fei was overjoyed, feeling like he'd essentially gotten 30 million for free today.

They took Ho Man and Lok Wai Ching and headed straight for Fook Lam Moon.

During the dinner, it was mostly Yue Huizhen and He Min who were talking, and he would occasionally chime in.

He was very gentlemanly in his words and actions, but he could always join in the conversation no matter what the two women were talking about.

From cosmetics to fashion, from literature to philosophy, from songs to movies, from astronomy to chemistry.

Chen Fei's arguments were all reasonable and substantive.

Sometimes she amazed He Min, and other times she made her laugh uncontrollably.

He Min was greatly surprised by this person's erudition; it turned out that this person was skilled in both literature and martial arts!

It felt like we had known each other for a long time.

Later on, she was the one talking to Chen Fei, with Le Huizhen occasionally chiming in.

Even after they had eaten and drunk their fill, Chen Fei was still somewhat reluctant to leave.

"Teacher He, you are truly learned and talented. If I were your student, I would definitely ask you to teach me," Chen Fei said.

He Min smiled and said, "Brother Fei, you're too kind. You are the truly learned one. If you were a teacher, I would definitely seek your guidance."

"Then you can contact me anytime you have time."

Upon hearing this, Yue Huizhen, who was standing nearby, immediately became somewhat displeased.

In a sense, I could be considered his girlfriend, right?

He actually chatted enthusiastically with He Min right in front of him.

That's outrageous!

However, it's difficult to cause an attack.

He could only do it secretly, sneaking his foot to touch He Min's calf and gently rubbing it up and down.

Just as He Min was about to take her leave, she noticed a foot moving up from her ankle and along the inside of her calf, rubbing against her in an ambiguous manner.

He Min's face flushed red instantly, the heat spreading from her neck to her ears.

She glanced at Chen Fei across from her.

Chen Fei remained calm and composed, as if nothing had happened.

Moreover, that foot was still on her leg, moving back and forth slowly, as if testing or teasing.

She peeked under the table and saw that the person was wearing high heels.

Furthermore, seeing Yue Huizhen's ambiguous smile out of the corner of his eye, he was even more alarmed.

Could it be that Ah Zhen likes me?

Oh shit.

So Chen Fei broke up his own relationship, allowing A Zhen to take advantage of the situation?

This place is uninhabitable.

When Yue Huizhen saw He Min trying to appear calm, she almost burst out laughing inside.

"Teacher He, what else would you like to eat?" Le Huizhen asked sweetly, adding a bit more force to her steps.

"No need to trouble yourself, I'm full." He Min's voice sounded a little nervous. "I have class tomorrow, I'll head back now."

"So early?" Lok Wai-ching stood up as well. "I'll see you off."

"No need to trouble you, I can just take a taxi myself," He Min hurriedly refused.

Lok Wai-ching stepped forward and took her arm. "How can this be? Let me take you home."

He turned to Chen Fei and said, "Boss, I'll take Teacher He home. You can go home by yourself."

After seeing the two off, Chen Fei took a taxi home.

As soon as I opened the door, the living room was lit by a dim, yellow light.

A person was sitting on the sofa.

No, not sitting.

It's just sitting there.

It was displayed there like a painting.

Dressed in ancient costume, her white robes were as pure as snow.

Her hair was styled in a high bun, adorned with a white silk flower at her temple. Her eyebrows were like distant mountains shrouded in mist, and her eyes were like autumn waters rippling across the surface. Her eyes, full of affection, had a slight upturn at the corners, conveying a captivating charm tinged with melancholy.

Su Rongrong.

No, it's Zhao Yazhi dressed as Su Rongrong.

She heard the door open, turned around, and looked at Chen Fei.

"Ah-zhi..."

"Don't speak," Zhao Yazhi interrupted him, her voice gentle. "Tonight, I'm not A-Zhi."

"Then who are you?"

"Su Rongrong." She stood up, her skirt trailing on the ground, and walked over step by step. "In the drama, I am Chu Liuxiang's confidante, but tonight I am neither in the drama nor playing the role of Chu Liuxiang's confidante."

Chen Fei closed the door and leaned against it, watching her.

"So, whose do you want to be?"

Zhao Yazhi walked up to him, reached out and grabbed his collar, "I want to be yours."

Chen Fei reached out and pinched the white silk flower by her temple. With a gentle pull, her hair came undone, and her black hair cascaded down like a waterfall.

Don't go back tonight.

Zhao Yazhi reached out and hooked her arm around Chen Fei's neck, stood on tiptoe, and whispered in his ear, "If you don't want to go back, then you don't have to."

Upon hearing this, Chen Fei picked her up in his arms.

Zhao Yazhi exclaimed in surprise, hugged his neck, buried her face in his shoulder, and let the hem of her ancient dress hang down, swaying gently in the dim light.

Chen Fei carried her into the bedroom.

Close the door with your heel.

boom.

Soon, babbling sounds came from inside the house.

And it was accompanied by a squelching sound.

Hong Kong is bustling late at night.

After finishing their daytime activities, countless people plunge into the vast nightlife.

Some people even roam at night like vampires.

For some time now, Wang Jianjun has been doing something similar: he doesn't need to kill anyone, he just needs to follow Chen Fei's instructions, prepare the tools, and go to the place he is told to go at the right time.

Then they would take photos or eavesdrop.

Although the places where those people talked or met were very secluded, Wang Jianjun always managed to find a way to get close and calmly take photos or eavesdrop.

Wang Jianjun didn't care who the people he photographed and eavesdropped on were; he only cared about how much money he could send home that month.

……

The next morning.

All media outlets in Hong Kong, whether newspapers or television stations, are reporting on yesterday's Jockey Club robbery.

The whole of Hong Kong was in an uproar.

In the days following the Golden Sparrow Nightclub arms case, followed by the shocking cash transport robbery, the two major cases have sparked heated discussions among Hong Kong citizens. The streets and alleys are filled with complaints and uproar, with many criticizing the police's investigative efficiency.

"Are the cops incompetent? They can't even solve cases, letting those criminals come and go as they please. It's a complete waste of our taxpayers' money!"

"Are these thugs treating Hong Kong like a bank?"

"They're really bold to commit a crime at this crucial moment!"

"The bold get rich, the timid starve."

"..."

The Hong Kong Jockey Club also publicly condemned the heinous crime in newspapers and on television, and offered a reward of HK$500,000 for information leading to the arrest of the robbers.

The Police Public Relations Branch held a press conference, stating that the police will crack down on such cases severely, that there are already leads, and that the public should not panic.

But the atmosphere inside the police station was heavy.

The office of the Major Crimes Unit was filled with the smell of cigarettes. Case files covered the entire desk, and several inspectors and detectives frowned, looking at the case materials with great difficulty.

The armored truck had a standardized transport route and comprehensive security measures. It was only diverted due to a chain-reaction accident on Tai Po Road before being hijacked after entering Lion Rock Tunnel Highway.

There were no eyewitnesses, no clear license plate, and the robbers acted cleanly and efficiently, disappearing into thin air after the robbery without leaving any useful clues.

Even more bizarrely, despite the police's investigation of surveillance footage along the route, setting up checkpoints, and searching the nearby sea, they were unable to find any trace of the stolen money, as if the HK$30 million had vanished into thin air.

The press conference sounded grand and dignified, but in reality, there was no breakthrough inside, and they could only bite the bullet and try to appease the public.

The Hong Kong Jockey Club's notices offering a reward of 500,000 yuan for information are plastered all over the streets, but still no one has provided any useful information.

While it was noisy outside, Chen Fei had already arrived at the company.

First, let's go see Ya Zi.

He cut to the chase: "I already have HK$20 million prepared. What are your next steps?"

The remaining ten million was used for stock trading.

The company's money belongs to the company, but individuals also need to have money.

"Twenty million?" Ya Zi was taken aback. "Then let's go public through a backdoor listing. Let's find a clean shell company with a market value of 500 to 1500 million, concentrated equity, and low debt, and acquire 51% of the controlling stake. The cost will be around four or five million. Then we can inject 'Yes!' and 'Black Gold' into the company for 500 million each, and we'll still have 100 million left for operations."

She's right.

There are currently no restrictions on takeovers or backdoor listings, nor are there any hard financial requirements for IPOs.

The regulatory logic is even simpler: acquire a shell company → change the name → inject capital → change the main business = complete the listing, without the need for the exchange's "new listing" review.

Moreover, there are no restrictions on the type of assets; investment can be made in trade, manufacturing, catering, and media (including magazines).

"So recruiting you was the right decision. I'll leave this to you." Chen Fei nodded in satisfaction. "Our 'Black Gold' and 'YES!' will be released next month. We'll hold a press conference then and make it a big event."

"I'll get things moving as quickly as possible, but we can't rush things with the shell; we have to investigate it thoroughly before we can take any action," Yako said.

Chen Fei said, "I believe in your abilities."

In less than a month, he was about to become the boss of a listed company.

This world is just so crazy; there's absolutely no logic to it.

I can tell at a glance that I am the chosen one.

Its main selling point is its raw and vigorous nature.

After handing things over to Ya Zi, Chen Fei slipped away to Le Huizhen's office.

Upon seeing his arrival, Yue Huizhen pointed to the information Wang Jianjun had collected and exclaimed in amazement, "Where did you get all this information? It's so impressive! It can't be fake, can it?"

Chen Fei casually pulled up a chair and sat down, saying, "These are all true stories, without a trace of fabrication."

Lok Wai-ching casually flipped through a few pages, and the more she read, the more alarmed she became.

The information inside was categorized clearly, and I remember it all:

A member of the Legislative Council secretly accepted huge bribes from real estate developers, paving the way for them and altering land plans. The chain of interests behind this was clearly laid out.

There are some long-established tycoons in Central who appear respectable and have strict family discipline, but secretly they hold parties every night in their private villas, indulging in debauchery and leading chaotic private lives.

Furthermore, many police officers in various district police stations abuse their power to embezzle funds, collect protection money from stalls, cover up shady activities for gangs, and even collude with gangsters to protect criminals. Every name, location, and time of their visits are recorded in great detail.

As Lok Wai-ching read on, she became more and more excited: "These are all big shots, famous people, and even on-duty police officers... How did you get them? Every single one is so precise, down to the smallest detail, even the location of the private meetings and the amount of money involved are crystal clear."

Having worked in the media industry for many years and come across many insider gossips, she had never seen such systematic and hardcore firsthand dirt. It wasn't just hearsay; it was all solid, irrefutable evidence.

Chen Fei remained calm. "I have my own connections; you don't need to worry about the source."

Some of this information was obtained by Wang Jianjun through nighttime stalking, filming, and eavesdropping. He was reliable and meticulous in his work, never asking about backgrounds or reasons, and would go wherever he was told to go. He could quietly uncover secrets that others could never access.

Those without image data were purchased by Chen Fei from the system.

Lok Wai-ching closed the documents and said happily, "With these things in hand, once 'Black Gold' is released, we won't have to worry about sales at all. We can just pick a few articles, arrange them appropriately, and report them in a subtle way. This will not only ignite the topic of conversation throughout Hong Kong, but also allow us to grasp the weaknesses of these celebrities and dignitaries."

"Good. Once the magazines 'Black Gold' and 'YES!' are published and sales are booming, we'll issue new shares to raise funds and expand our business," Chen Fei nodded.