Hong Kong variety show: From a lowly 49-year-old to the world's richest man

As Jimmy listened to Chen Fan's instructions, he realized that he seemed to be far from being a person in a position who could truly make decisions.

The expert truly lives up to his reputation; his insight is incredibly comprehensive.

Last September, rumors circulated that Hong Kong would return to the mainland in 1997 during negotiations between the two countries. During this period, many people wanted to immigrate, and those who were leaving certainly wanted to take as much money as possible.

The factory is first mortgaged to the bank to get a sum of money, then a sucker is found to take over the business quickly, and once the transaction is completed, the money is transferred abroad. This kind of scheme has cheated countless people.

Chen Fan didn't want to become a big shot and then be labeled a sucker.

After thinking for a moment, Chen Fan added, "By the way, be a bit tougher when negotiating the price. He's already made a profit of two million US dollars from the three factories. The rent for industrial land in Kwun Tong isn't low, and the employee wages are also high."

"He won't sell for two million dollars, but I have plenty of ways to keep his factory sitting idle. I can invest that money in a factory up north, at least three times the size of his three factories. My money didn't come from thin air; why should he wield his dragon-slaying sword and wreak havoc?"

It's only because Chen Fan doesn't have any connections in the north that he really wouldn't want to set up any light industrial factories in Hong Kong Island; the costs are too high.

Land rent, labor costs, materials, and so on all require money.

Of course, he doesn't have two million US dollars right now, but he will have it tomorrow night; the foreigner that Luo Maosen is with definitely has money in his pocket.

"Fine, just have a plane take a few fierce-looking men with you. I'll let your boss know."

Kwun Tong is, after all, Daewoo's territory, and that industrial building is also within Daewoo's territory.

Giving advance notice can avoid a lot of trouble.

"clear."

"I'll go and talk to that boss right now."

Jimmy left excitedly.

After greeting Da Yu, Chen Fan called over Uncle Da and instructed him to use his connections to find two people from the walled city to fire blanks at Chen Mei's villa.

He simply handed the gun and money to Uncle Da and told him to handle it as he saw fit.

Given the other party's cautious nature, they must know how to avoid risks.

By delegating other minor tasks to suitable people, Chen Fan managed to return home before 8 p.m., a rare occurrence.

As soon as I entered, I saw Ao Ming wearing an oversized T-shirt, curled up on the sofa.

"That's really strange, the young gangster actually left work early?"

Ao Ming was extremely surprised.

In the past, Chen Fan would almost always come back late at night, and sometimes he wouldn't be seen until the early hours of the morning.

"Little what? I'm officially a member of the Hung Hing Thirteen today, a genuine gangster boss." Chen Fan reached out and pulled her into his arms, lifting her chin and saying in a teasing tone, "Little girl, give me a smile."

"What thirteen bosses?" Ao Ming asked in confusion. "Aren't there about twenty bosses of varying ranks in Hung Hing?"

"The innovations that Jiang Tiansheng, that bastard, came up with today are all the rage in the martial arts world."

"Oh, is that so? Then you've become a cannon fodder, how come you're still so relaxed?"

"The fortress isn't mine. The night we planted the flag, Lian Sheng Fishing Club gave me a taste of my power. Four hundred against seven hundred, they utterly crushed me and even captured me alive. Who dares to mess with me?"

Chen Fan has been able to get through these days safely thanks to the pleasure of fishing.

Hong Tai's main targets right now are Big B and the Causeway Bay Five Rats. Bao Rong's stunt of abandoning his underlings to cover the retreat and running away alone has made Hong Tai the main target for other gangs to divide up. They are all too busy to take care of themselves, so they don't have time to fight for him.

Other gangs also coveted the territory Chen Fan controlled, but Fishing Fun suffered a setback and was extorted for a ransom, so no one dared to easily offend him.

There was no other way; they dared not gamble that their gang would be willing to spend over eight million to redeem them.

Even if they are redeemed, their prestige will be greatly diminished. In the future, when they confront others, people will say: "Oh, isn't this the one who was captured by XX?"

Being overwhelmed by someone's presence upon meeting them is a taboo, whether in negotiations or when a fight breaks out.

"I know you're impressive. You've come back just in time; I'm hungry."

"Uh, you didn't go all day without eating and just waited for me to come back, did you?"

"How could that be? Your cooking is only slightly better than the tea restaurant downstairs. It's not like we can't eat anything without your cooking."

"Let's go downstairs for a late-night snack."

"I'm too lazy to go out. Hurry up and do it. I'm going to take a shower first."

"Together?"

Ao Ming glared at him. "Are you going there just to take a bath?"

"Hehehe..."

Chen Fan led the person into the bathroom with a wicked grin.

Two and a half hours later.

After taking a shower, Chen Fan casually prepared a few dishes and put them on the table.

Having just finished strenuous exercise, Ao Ming smelled the aroma of the food and picked up his chopsticks to start eating heartily.

"Xiao Ming, are you free tomorrow night?"

Ao Ming crossed his arms over his chest, his face full of vigilance, and asked, "Why are you asking this?"

Chen Fan chuckled and said, "If you have time, I'll take you to earn some extra money."

"Murder and robbery?"

"What are you talking about? I'll take you to rid the people of this scourge, and making money will be a piece of cake."

Ao Ming gave Chen Fan a second look. "When did you dare to kill someone?"

"These beasts traffic drugs and harm people. Killing them is doing justice for God. Besides, I'm not as despicable as you think."

"I never knew you had this side to you."

Ao Ming gained a new understanding of Chen Fan. Originally, she thought Chen Fan was just an ordinary gangster, but now it seems that she underestimated this guy.

It's good that they have that kind of courage.

She shouldn't be so scared of her father in the future.

Should I prepare weapons for you? I have quite a few guns at home.

Upon hearing this, Chen Fan's lips curled into a wicked smile, and he said, "I also have a gun, and I carry it with me at all times."

"Get lost! I'm not talking about the kind of gun you're thinking of. If you keep talking nonsense, I'll cut you up."

Ao Ming gestured with his fingers with an air of importance.

"What are you thinking? I'm talking about the real thing."

Chen Fan reached under the table, took out the Colt Python revolver from his spatial storage, and slammed it onto the table.

Upon seeing the pistol, Ao Ming's eyes were filled with surprise.

She quickly glanced under the table, her brow furrowing slightly, and asked疑惑地问道, "Where did you get this gun from? Why didn't I notice it before?"

Having lived here for so many days, Ao Ming was certain that she hadn't found any guns in Chen Fan's house. It wasn't that she had searched through everything, but rather that she had taken some of the firearms from her own house; she didn't feel safe without guns around.

She carefully examined the dining table and every chair, and even compared the hiding place with her own gun. She was certain that Chen Fan had not hidden any weapons under the dining table.

It's even less likely that they were on their bodies; they were just being affectionate...

Chen Fan said with a smile, "My new magic trick, isn't it amazing!"

"Fine, don't talk about it then, let me see the gun."

Ao Ming put down his chopsticks and reached out to snatch the gun from Chen Fan's hand.

She was familiar with various models of revolvers, and Chen Fan's Colt Python was a classic among revolvers, known as the "Rolls-Royce of revolvers," with impeccable craftsmanship and precision.

"A brand new, unfired gun? Where did you get it?"

"You can have it if you want it; I have other guns I can use."

Ao Ming shook his head. "You should use it yourself. The recoil of this gun is too strong; I can't control it."

This gun is the largest 8-inch version of the Colt Python. It is an all-steel structure and weighs 1.5 kg unloaded, and 1.6 kg fully loaded. It uses .357 Magnum ammunition.

She lacked wrist strength; she could manage to fire one or two shots with both hands, but emptying the magazine would put too much strain on her wrists.