Hong Kong: Black Gold Tycoons

Ya Zi has been extremely busy lately.

Black Gold Group had just integrated that investment bank and trading company, and all sorts of old accounts needed to be reviewed and compliance audits needed to be passed. Cyril had made a good promise before, and after finally submitting the materials, they were just waiting for the approval of the Bureau of Industry and Commerce and the financial regulatory authorities.

As a result, everything is stuck today.

Furthermore, three cross-border transactions at the trading company were seized by customs on the grounds of "questionable documents".

She went there herself, and the other party politely poured her tea, but their words conveyed the same message: someone above had spoken to her, so this matter couldn't be rushed and should be handled slowly.

Should we take our time?

Every day the goods are stuck at the dock is a day's worth of money.

And then there was the shell company she had chosen. They had already agreed on a price and were just waiting for the transfer of ownership and the change of directors when it was suddenly snatched away by another company that appeared out of nowhere.

The other party offered a price that was 10% higher than hers!

Ya Zi sat in her office, flipping through the documents, her expression growing colder and colder.

The investment bank's compliance review was rejected by the financial department because "the materials were incomplete".

She had prepared everything according to the checklist, even having the punctuation checked three times, but the reply from the Municipal Bureau of Commerce and Industry was very official: "We are studying it, please wait patiently."

Wait patiently.

She knew those four words meant: either you didn't bribe enough, or you went to the wrong person.

Before coming to Chen Fei's office, Ya Zi had called Cyril.

That damn foreigner promised her everything, how come he suddenly changed his mind?

As soon as the call connected, without any pleasantries, Ya Zi went straight to the point:

"Those things I mentioned to you before are stuck with the industry and commerce bureau and the financial bureau, even the trading company's cross-border business is blocked. Could you put in a good word for me?"

Cyril paused for two seconds, then smiled: "Your business involves a wide range of areas, which is not easy to handle. And as you know, things are getting tighter from above, and some things are beyond my authority."

Upon hearing this, Yako couldn't help but grip the microphone tightly.

Beyond the scope of business?

That's not what they said when they sent her to infiltrate.

"You promised me that before," Yako said, suppressing her anger.

The phone call was met with Cyril's barrage of questions: "Why didn't you report Gao Yingpei's case to me last night? Have you really been acting like the company's president lately? Do you even care about this case anymore? How can you still be bothered with these trivial matters?"

Then the phone went dead.

Ya Zi held the receiver, listened to the busy tone, and slowly put the phone down.

She was so angry she wanted to drag Cyril, that foreigner, out of the phone and give him a good beating.

That damn foreigner must have taken bribes from someone, which is why he went back on his word.

Ya Zi became increasingly angry, so she went to Chen Fei's office and said she wanted to deal with those people violently.

Without asking why, Chen Fei threw a gun at her, instantly catching her off guard.

Ya Zi looked down at the MP5 in her hand; it was genuine.

Her first reaction was to notify Cyril.

But the next moment, what flashed through her mind wasn't the police badge and handcuffs, but the stuck business.

Because of the investment bank's compliance review, she stayed up all night for half a month to prepare materials.

For the trading company's cross-border business, she personally went to the dock and spent three days talking to the customs officials.

She had given the boss of that shell company a lot of nice gifts, and it seemed like she was about to get her hands on it.

As a result, they were all gone.

She remained silent for almost a minute before saying, "You have a goal?"

Chen Fei glanced at her. "Wait for news. We have work tonight. If you really want to take care of those people, we'll go together tonight."

"Okay." Yako nodded. "I'll wait for your message."

They then left.

Back in her office, she stood by the window for a long time, having been ordered to infiltrate the Black Gold Group to gather evidence of Chen Fei's crimes.

In order to get into Chen Fei's inner circle, he sought Cyril's help to handle business for Chen Fei, help him build connections, and even think about how to deal with his competitors.

Success was just around the corner, but then this mess happened.

Yako then recalled Cyril's words on the phone: "It's beyond my scope of business."

This clearly shows that the deadbeat foreigner didn't want to talk to her, or had doubted her abilities, or even her loyalty, and he even questioned her.

And what about Chen Fei?

Does Chen Fei know what she does?

They might not know.

But Chen Fei trusted her.

He dared to throw an MP5 at me with just a word, ordering me to take them out. If things went wrong, I'd be in jail.

What is this?

This means entrusting our lives to her.

If she takes this gun to the police station, Chen Fei might be in big trouble today.

But if she takes a gun and goes out with Chen Fei, Chen Fei will have one more helper.

After much internal struggle, Ya Zi finally made her choice.

She chose to stand by someone who treated her like one of their own, rather than by a superior who only cared about credit and ignored her hard work.

……

8 PM.

A private club in Kowloon Tong.

From the outside, it looks like an ordinary old-fashioned Western-style building with gray exterior walls, iron gate, and not even a sign.

Several luxury cars were parked at the entrance, their license plates consisting of inconspicuous numbers that any knowledgeable person could immediately identify as belonging to someone.

But inside, there was a completely different world.

Upon entering, there is a dark red corridor covered with a thick carpet that makes no sound when you step on it.

Passing through the corridor, you enter a spacious private room furnished with a full set of mahogany furniture, and a large crystal chandelier that illuminates the room brightly.

There was a landscape painting by Zhang Daqian hanging on the wall. Whether it was real or not was unknown, but the frame alone was worth a lot of money.

Li Guomin sat in the main seat, dressed in a dark gray suit. His hair was neatly combed, and he wore a jade thumb ring on his thumb, which gleamed under the light.

Director Xiang sat to his right, wearing a dark striped custom-made suit with a gold badge on the lapel, the membership mark of some club unknown.

Minister Zhou sat on the left, his hair slicked back with hair wax, and he had changed into a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, much more sophisticated than the ones he wore at the golf course during the day.

Chairman Liang and Councilor Gao sat side by side, both dressed in old-fashioned suits, their shoes polished so bright you could see your reflection.

Director Xiang spoke first: "The Film and Television Department has already notified Chen Fei's magazine that the next issue will be strictly reviewed. If he can't provide proof of the source of the photos, it will be delayed indefinitely. His magazine won't be able to be published normally for at least a month."

Minister Zhou continued, "The Ministry of Industry and Commerce has also taken care of things. Those newsstands that sell a lot of 'Black Gold' have problems. Any one of them could lead to their closure for rectification. As for the distributors, whoever sells Chen Fei's magazine will be in trouble. Right now, 'Black Gold' is basically out of stock on the market."

Chairman Liang smiled slightly and said, "The heads of several major brands are very cooperative, saying that the budget they originally planned to invest in Google in the second half of the year will be transferred to other platforms."

As Councilor Gao handed out cigars to the group, he said, "Don't worry about me. There won't be any movement from the Legislative Council for the time being. Even if that scoundrel surnamed Chen wants to appeal through the council, I'll have someone block it."

Li Guomin said with a smile, "Everyone, thank you for your hard work. This simple meal today is just a small token of my appreciation. Please enjoy your meal and drinks, and we won't discuss business for now."

As they were talking, the waiter led in several female celebrities.

Michelle was the first to enter, wearing a long black dress, her hair styled in an updo, and a pearl necklace around her neck; her skin glowed white under the lights.

Next was Wei Qiuhua, wearing a dark green cheongsam with a slit that was neither too high nor too low, just enough to reveal a section of her calf.

Next up is Carol Cheng, with short, capable-looking hair, her jacket draped over the back of a chair, and wearing a silver-gray slip dress.

The other two were familiar faces from TVB. One wore a red dress and the other a white lace top. Both were dressed up carefully with exquisite makeup and nail polish in the same color scheme.

These people are all familiar faces at wealthy businessmen's dinner parties.

Upon seeing these people, Li Guomin and the others greeted them with smiles.

Their words were nothing more than compliments on how beautiful the women were.

Michelle and the others also thanked the group for the invitation.

Li Guomin then had the wine and dishes served.

Dishes like braised sea cucumber in abalone sauce, steamed grouper, fish maw stewed with chicken soup, stir-fried lobster with black truffle, and honey-glazed char siu are all top-quality dishes.

The drinks are all good wines that have been aged for quite some time.

Li Guomin raised his glass and looked around.

"Thank you to all the big stars for coming. Come on, let's have a drink to go."

Everyone responded, and the sound of glasses clinking together was crisp and pleasant.

After downing a glass of wine.

The atmosphere became lively.

Minister Zhou put a piece of char siu on Wei Qiuhua's plate, while Chairman Liang chatted with Carol Cheng about her new movie. Councilor Gao said something to the actress in the red dress next to him, which made her cover her mouth and laugh for a while.

Li Guomin also chatted with Michelle about some interesting things.

The atmosphere was very harmonious.

soon.

The waiter opened a second bottle of Lafite, filling the entire private room with its aroma.

Li Guomin leaned back in his chair, looking at the mess of cups and plates on the table and the elegant figures of women, feeling quite satisfied.

Especially after seeing several female celebrities blushing, he was already thinking about whether to have a one-on-one session with Michelle or a group activity that night.

Sudden.

A loud crash.

The door slammed against the wall, bounced, and then wobbled.

Everyone looked over at the same time.

There were three people standing at the door.

The leader was a young man.

He was good-looking, wearing a black jacket, and had a smile on his face.

Behind him were a man and a woman.

The man's expression was cold and ruthless.

The woman, on the other hand, exuded a seductive charm.

The private room fell silent instantly.

Everyone stared at the three who had barged in.

His eyes were full of curiosity and doubt.

Chen Fei spoke first: "They're all eating. Looks like I've arrived just in time."

"Who are you?" Li Guomin frowned and said coldly, "Don't you know this is a private gathering?"

Chen Fei glanced at him: "Li Guomin? My name is Chen Fei. I used to be a farmer in mainland China, and now I run a magazine publishing house in Hong Kong. 'Black Gold' and 'YES!' are published by my magazine publishing house."

Upon hearing his name, everyone present was instantly stunned.

Especially Li Guomin and others, because they had just formed a group to deal with Chen Fei today, but he actually came to their door tonight?

My mind was instantly filled with question marks.

What gives a businessman who runs a magazine the audacity to barge in?

Director Xiang suddenly stood up. "I don't care who you are, get out of here right now, or I'll call the police and have you arrested!"

Chen Fei ignored her, walked to the dining table, patted Michelle on the shoulder, and said, "Excuse me, could you move aside?"

Michelle instinctively made way for him, and Chen Fei pulled out a chair and sat down opposite Li Guomin.

Chen Fei smiled and said, "Councilor Li, do you believe that the next issue of my 'Black Gold' magazine will publish a photo of you hanging from a street lamp?"