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

Seeing that the groundwork had been laid, Liang Kun said directly, "Ah Fan, I plan to plant my flag in Yau Ma Tei and completely wipe out Hong Tai. Give me a hand."

Chen Fan chuckled awkwardly, "So you were just helping me plant a flag. I almost thought you wanted me to vote for you as the new leader, Brother Kun."

"I'm fucking admiring you more and more, A-Fan! How can someone be so smart? You've spoken my mind."

As if he had found a kindred spirit, Liang Kun said, "Hey, A-Fan, let's pick an auspicious day to chop a chicken's head, burn yellow paper, and become sworn brothers."

"Brother Kun, aren't we brothers already?"

"This would be perfect for a marriage between relatives!"

"But I'm allergic to chicken blood and yellow paper, and I consulted a master at Wong Tai Sin Temple. He said I have a flower-attracting destiny, specifically attracting married women who need gladioli as gifts."

"Isn't that the fate of hooking up with your sister-in-law?" Liang Kun's eyes lit up, and he continued, "Ah Fan, don't you think Jiang Tiansheng is lacking in romantic prospects?"

"puff……"

Chen Fan was convinced.

It's like striking a snake while it's sticking out; if Liang Kun wants to seduce Fang Ting, fine, but he's actually willing to sacrifice his innocence.

He's already fallen and is on his deathbed!

"Brother Kun, stop joking. Let's get back to talking about planting our flag in Yau Ma Tei."

"I plan to take action tomorrow night. Afan, you and your men will help me withstand the pressure from Zhongxinyi."

"What about Lian Haolong?"

"Brother Kun is loyal, trustworthy, and generous. He's also very wealthy. Lian Haolong is the number one tough guy in the underworld; his punches are really fierce."

Zhongxinyi Lian Haolong is recognized as the number one martial arts master outside of the walled city. Although it was a title from several years ago, the fact that he has not died after receiving it is enough to show that this fat man is something special.

Chen Fan was interested in Lian Haolong's wealth, after all, his wife Su Su, who had failed in her career, had said that their gang had a hundred or two hundred million in their accounts that they could withdraw at any time.

Hmm, and there's also Luo Tianhong, that blue-haired Jing, who's a formidable character. Maybe we can try to collect all seven War Wolves if we get the chance.

"Ah Fan, you're the most capable young fighter in Hung Hing. This is a great opportunity to make your name known. Ming Yik is in charge, and you're trying to shirk your responsibility? Are we even brothers anymore?"

"Brother Kun, you've misunderstood. Lian Haolong doesn't care about honors when it comes to drugs. It's dangerous if they take advantage of us." Chen Fan changed the subject abruptly, "We'll have to pay more!"

Liang Kun gritted his teeth and said, "As long as you can help me successfully plant the flag, I'll pay you back even if it's an interest-free loan."

What he feared most was that Chen Fan wouldn't be swayed by profit. It would be too difficult to win over someone like that. Being greedy for money is good; the more greedy he is, the easier it will be for him to campaign for leadership in the future.

"That's great."

Chen Fan knew that Liang Kun didn't have much money in his pocket right now, but he wouldn't renege on the debt once the other party had asked.

After all, Liang Kun isn't the kind of stingy guy like Da B who only talks about superficial loyalty.

Whether the money is clean or not is not important to Chen Fan; as long as he has it, that's enough.

After agreeing on a time for the operation, Chen Fan called Feiji and Dongguanzi and told them to prepare for the filming the next night.

Back home, Ao Ming hadn't rested yet, but Chen Fan knew as soon as he entered the door that he wouldn't be able to enjoy playing games tonight.

No other reason than that Ao Ming's relatives had arrived.

I made the other person a bowl of steaming hot brown sugar water with some health-boosting pills, took a shower, ate something lightly, and slept soundly until dawn.

It was a little after nine in the morning.

Chen Fan and Ahua arrived at Bao Rong's residence downstairs.

Ahua, holding a mask and staring at the second-floor window, said, "Brother Fan, Bao Rong lives on the second floor with four men. Should we go up and deal with him, or wait for them to come out?"

Chen Fan put on a plastic hood and instructed, "Give me their home phone number, and go and deflate their tires."

Ahua understood, handed a note to Chen Fan, then took out a screwdriver, put on a mask, and started puncturing the tires.

A phone call claiming trouble had broken out of the gang easily lured Leopard out of his den.

Chen Fan and Ah Hua each had a baseball bat, and while the other party's underlings were checking the tires, they each knocked him down with a bat.

Finally, he left the scene in style, tied up with Leopard Rong, the whole process taking less than half an hour.

Then the two of them followed the same method to recruit Hongtai's two key members, Fei Bo and Apei.

It was a little past 2 p.m.

A warehouse in Kwun Tong.

Bao Rong and the other two were tied to chairs with ropes, and sat facing each other in a triangular formation with their eyes covered by black cloth.

Chen Fan rubbed his throat and used his newly acquired ventriloquism skills to imitate Big B's voice: "Gentlemen, we know you are well-known figures in the underworld. We invited you here because we brothers are a little short on cash."

"Hey B, I know it's you. Don't you have any sense of honor?"

Upon hearing "Big B's" voice, Fatbo immediately broke down and shouted.

"Moral principles?"

"How much is morality worth?"

"You bastard, Fatty Bo, you blocked my door back then, trying to drive me out of business. Where was your so-called code of honor?"

"Whether you spend money to buy your life or save it for a coffin, I'll give you three seconds to decide!"

Chen Fan, speaking in a loud B-like voice, gently ran a knife along the skin of their necks as he spoke.

Feeling the icy chill on their necks, Bao Rong and the other two trembled like leaves.

Leopard Rong hurriedly begged for mercy, saying, "Little B, Brother B, Master B, Fatty Bo who blocked your way back then, the grievance has its source and the debtor has its debtor. You can settle the score with him. I'm willing to pay three million to buy my own life."

"Heh, three million? Do you think I, Boss B, am a beggar? You guys are digging up dirt on each other. If anyone fails to disclose even a single penny of their assets, I'll chop the other two bastards in half."

"Anyone who tries to rip me off with an inflated price will be castrated. I'll record the whole thing and send it to the entire martial arts world so everyone can witness how a eunuch is born!"

After being threatened, all three of them obediently revealed the locations of all their hidden cash assets.

The three of them combined didn't have much wealth, barely 13 million. The rest was either in the bank or converted into fixed assets such as houses and factories.

Well, Bao Rong also kept a concubine, and he had the least amount of money in his pocket!

Damn, he's no match for young men, yet he tries to keep a mistress like them. Doesn't he fear getting cuckolded more and more?

Chen Fan arranged for a plane to bring back all the assets of these three guys, and also told Uncle Da to come to the nightclub early to wait for him.

The plane moved very quickly, and in less than two hours it had collected all the money that Leopard and his two companions had placed in eleven locations throughout Hong Kong.

After confirming that there was no problem with the money, Chen Fan and Ahua rewarded the three of them with a stick each and also gave them enough sleeping pills to keep them asleep until the next day.

Back at the nightclub.

Chen Fan immediately handed over the warehouse of Bao Rong and his two companions, along with a series of incriminating evidence, to Uncle Da, and explained the location of Bao Rong and his two companions to him.

"Uncle Da, the rest is up to you. Remember, the informant's name is Deng Zhiyong."

Deng Zhiyong is Da B's real name.

Anyway, the three of them, including Bao Rong, all believed that it was Big B who was behind their scheme. Since they had already been tricked, they didn't care about adding the "honor" of wearing red shoes.

Uncle Da chuckled and gave an OK sign. "Brother Fan, you can rest assured that I can handle things. I'll get the big boss to give Deng Zhiyong a 'Good Citizen' banner."

"Remember to treat me to a late-night snack when you get the informant fee. Deng Zhiyong is a cheapskate and doesn't care about such small amounts of money, so don't bother him or spoil his mood."

"hey-hey……"

Uncle Da's lips curled into a wicked smile as he strode briskly toward claiming credit.

After watching Uncle Da leave, Chen Fan checked the time, left Ah Hua behind to guard the territory, and led Fei Ji, Dongguan Zai, and a group of his underlings to the meeting point that Liang Kun had mentioned...