Hong Kong: Black Gold Tycoons

"Good evening, Miss Di."

A woman goes into a nightclub.

The waiter came up to greet them.

She nodded slightly in response, and then said, "Your new parking attendant is very inconspicuous. I have to honk the horn for him to notice me. Even if he doesn't recognize me, he should at least recognize Fourth Brother's car."

"I'm so sorry, Miss Di, it was our oversight. We will definitely train you properly. Miss Di, please come in." The waiter replied with a smile.

The woman nodded and stepped into the store.

This woman was none other than Deborah, the 73 Miss Hong Kong and Miss Asia winner.

However, she started working as a waitress, backup dancer, and resident performer in nightclubs and dance halls when she was 14 years old.

So even after winning the Miss Hong Kong and Miss Asia titles, she was still frequently photographed entering and leaving upscale nightclubs in Wan Chai and Tsim Sha Tsui.

Even now, despite being in a passionate relationship with Patrick Tse and about to get married, she often goes to nightclubs alone and dances with male friends, which makes Patrick Tse jealous and leads to newspaper reports of "premarital infidelity."

But she ignored him and continued her nightly revelry.

The "fourth brother" she mentioned is Patrick Tse. Although Patrick Tse has not yet played the gambling king Lo Si-hoi, he has been called "fourth brother" in a small circle of the entertainment industry for many years because he is the fourth child in his family.

After Patrick Tse became the de facto "Fourth Brother" through the role of Law Si-hoi, he actually believed that he was a true God of Gamblers and went to Macau to gamble.

As a result, she owed 1600 million in gambling debts and was chased everywhere. In the end, Deborah went to the gambling king's mansion late at night in a dance dress for help.

So the next day's headline:

Deborah's Nighttime Gambling Rendezvous: A Song to Settle a Thousand Debts; Brother Xie's Green Hat: The City's Laughingstock

Outside the nightclub.

Chen Fei looked at the car keys in his hand, somewhat puzzled.

Is this the effect of good luck?

He was thinking about buying a car during the day, but then a woman came to deliver it to him that night.

I was just thinking about whether I should drive the car away.

Suddenly, a voice came.

"Feed that person..."

Chen Fei looked up and saw a waiter from the nightclub waving.

He looked left and right, then pointed to himself: "You called me?"

"It's you." The waiter strode over, frowning. "Is this your first day on the job? You don't even recognize Miss Di?"

"What, Miss Di?" Chen Fei was completely confused.

The waiter frowned even more deeply. "That was Miss Deborah just now. She's not conspicuous at all. If it happens again, you're out of here. Go and park the car."

Chen Fei suddenly realized that the woman was Deborah; no wonder she dressed so provocatively.

He immediately said, "Sorry, I didn't recognize you on my first day at work. Which booth is Miss Di in? I'll go apologize to her in person later."

After saying that, he took a banknote out of his pocket and stuffed it into the waiter's pocket, saying, "Please take good care of me."

"Keep a good job, you have a bright future." The waiter smiled broadly and patted Chen Fei on the shoulder. "As for an apology, there's no need. Miss Di won't hold it against you. Why don't you go park the car?"

He then added, "This is Fourth Brother's car, so be careful not to scratch it."

Chen Fei was displeased. Damn it, how dare they steal my money!

I'll let you off the hook for now.

I'll deal with you later.

He turned around and parked Deborah's car.

After getting out of the car, Chen Fei realized that he was wearing the same clothes as the nightclub's valet, which explained why Deborah and the waiters mistook him for a valet.

What's the point of driving Brother Xie's car?

If you're going to drive one, drive the one inside.

After tidying myself up a bit, I got off the bus and went into the nightclub.

"It seems like laughter, it seems like suffering, how can one distinguish between falsehood and truth, between gratitude and resentment..."

Chen Fei entered the main hall to the accompaniment of the song; the place was very large.

The stage was directly in front, with a red velvet curtain hanging down to the ground.

The band was on the left side of the stage, and another female singer in a sequined cheongsam stood in front of the microphone, swaying slightly as she sang "Through Thick and Thin".

Below the stage was a round dining table covered with a white tablecloth, on which fruit and drinks were placed.

There were quite a few guests, but looking around, Deborah wasn't visible for a while.

"Sir, how many are in your party?" a waiter asked as he approached.

"One."

"Okay, please follow me."

After sitting down and ordering drinks, Chen Fei listened carefully to the sounds around him.

Perhaps due to his enhanced physical abilities, he could hear the voices of the surrounding guests while he was singing.

They're discussing the stock market and real estate here, the Middle East war there, and even which female celebrity they're sleeping with.

Those beautiful female celebrities are resources that big shots, tycoons, and gangsters fight over.

They are required to drink, dance, and entertain powerful figures; refusing will result in being blacklisted or retaliated against.

For example, Deborah is someone that Xie Xian can own, that underworld bosses can play with, and that others covet—that's perfectly normal.

Suddenly.

His attention was drawn to the hushed conversation of the guests at the next table.

"Have all the personnel been arranged?"

"Boss, I've arranged everything. They're all waiting downstairs. As soon as that woman gets in the car, we'll tie her up immediately."

Chen Fei glanced to the side and saw two men sitting at that table.

A man in his forties, wearing a gray suit, with slicked-back hair, looked like a businessman.

Across from me was a thin man in his early thirties, wearing a floral shirt with the collar open, revealing a thin chain.

Both of them spoke in hushed tones.

The man in the gray suit asked, "Where's the place? Is it all arranged?"

The skinny man lowered his voice and said, "Kowloon Walled City, nobody cares about that place. Even the police can't get in. After we take the photos, we can do whatever we want with it."

The man in the gray suit nodded in satisfaction and continued, "What does 'New Knowledge' rely on? It relies on gangs and porn stars. We absolutely need her revealing photos, the sexier the better, the more exposed the better. As long as they're published in the magazine, we don't have to worry about sales this issue."

The skinny guy chuckled twice: "Don't worry, boss. The photographers I found specialize in this kind of thing. I guarantee they'll turn out sexy and revealing, making those perverts want to pay up."

"Damn it, that bitch doesn't know what's good for her." The man in the gray suit sneered. "We asked her to shoot a magazine cover, and she made all sorts of excuses, thinking our magazine is too low-class? Let's see how high and mighty she is when she's on the cover naked."

The skinny man hesitated for a moment before saying, "Boss, I'm a little worried. That woman is quite well-known. What if she calls the police afterwards? Won't that be hard to explain to Boss Luo...?"

"Call the police?" The man in the gray suit sneered. "She dares to call the police? Once the photos are published, she can forget about ever working in Hong Kong again. Besides, what business is it of the cops in Kowloon Walled City? And with high sales, Mr. Luo will be overjoyed."

The skinny man nodded repeatedly: "Boss, you're brilliant."

"Are you sure you've got the right person? Don't fucking tie me to the wrong person."

"Isn't that Deborah, that slut? I've already sent the photos to the guys, and I guarantee they won't mistake her. They're all waiting in the parking lot now. As soon as that woman gets in the car, they'll block the way from the front and back, so she won't be able to escape even if she wants to."

The man in the gray suit smiled slightly: "That's good. President Luo has put me in charge of the 'New Knowledge' weekly magazine for so long, and no one has dared to disrespect me. What is Deborah to me?"

Chen Fei didn't find it strange at all; kidnapping female celebrities, taking explicit photos, or making Category III films were all very common in the entertainment industry.

He wasn't interested in taking photos, but he was somewhat interested in magazines.

The two most important words.

public opinion.

With a single stroke of the pen, a good person can become a bad person; a romantic affair can turn into a scandal, and a big shot can become a laughing stock.

There was no internet or short videos back then; all Hong Kong people only read newspapers, magazines, and watched television.

However, not just any small magazine can control public opinion; only magazines with large circulations across Hong Kong can truly influence public opinion throughout the city.

The "New Knowledge" weekly magazine mentioned by the man in the gray suit perfectly met his needs.

As a conglomerate, how can it not have its own mouthpiece?

Founded in 1974 by Luo Bin, "New Knowledge" magazine combined entertainment gossip with triad secrets, featuring cover stories of triads fighting for territory, killings, and succession of leaders, while also publishing photos of erotic stars. Its release caused a sensation throughout Hong Kong.

The target audience for these magazines is energetic and passionate grassroots men. They have high reader loyalty and buy magazines to get the "insider information".

Founder Luo Bin is a self-made media tycoon, a recognized "newspaper talent scout" in the industry, and has mentored a group of cultural figures who are famous in Hong Kong, such as Ni Kuang, Yi Shu, and Gu Long.

It's fair to say that without Luo Bin, Hong Kong's popular literature and film industry would likely be much less vibrant.

Chen Fei now wants more than just Deborah; he also wants Luo Bin's "New Knowledge."

Saving Deborah is nothing.

But if I could get my hands on "New Knowledge", I could consider myself to have a business.