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

Chapter 77 Hua Daofan Cannot Be Selected, Uncle Kun, Just Give in

"Is there anyone who would dare to assassinate you in person?"

Ao Ming looked at Chen Fan, who had just put down the phone, with a look of astonishment on his face.

Who was that damned person who couldn't think straight? This is no way to court death!

"That damned bastard from the Ni family," Chen Fan added, "It wasn't really an assassination attempt. They tried to pull out guns, I took them down in seconds, and then you know what happened."

"Uh—aren't you afraid the Ni family will come after you later?"

Throwing dirty water at someone and then extorting money from them—that's just too hateful.

"What are you afraid of? There are guns and bullet holes, and I have witnesses. By now, the news has probably spread throughout the underworld. The Ni family will suffer this loss."

"Once I'm free, I'll find an opportunity to take down the Ni family. Their drug trafficking and organized crime businesses are so large; they must be very wealthy."

"Murderers and arsonists wear golden belts, while those who repair bridges and roads leave no trace."

Ao Ming sighed.

How many is this in the Ni family?

Forget it, I can't count them all, but this won't be the last one anyway.

Sometimes Ao Ming wondered if Chen Fan was involved in the same kind of gangster world as other gang members.

While others were still stuck in the era of fighting and killing to seize territory, Chen Fan directly captured prisoners and demanded money.

We can give up the territory, but we must exchange the prisoners for money.

Definitely greedy for money —

The fees are higher than what she charges as a professional assassin!

"I earn money so that I can give you a home."

"Just say it, don't try to take advantage of me! Xiaofeng and Ruby are still staying overnight next door."

"It's fine, this is a good opportunity to test the soundproofing."

"Door—uh—back—uh—"

Ao Ming wanted to say something more, but Chen Fan didn't give her a chance to speak.

It was nothing more than closing the door or something like that.

Anyway, Li Feng and Ruby will be sleeping in the same bed with them sooner or later, so it doesn't matter whether the door is closed or not.

Chen Fan pedaled his bicycle very hard that night.

After Jiang Tiansheng hung up Chen Fan's call, he was thinking about how to organize his thoughts to talk to Ni Kun when his phone rang first.

The call was made by Ni Kun.

"Is that Ah-Sheng?"

"I'm Jiang Tiansheng. Uncle Kun, why aren't you resting so late?"

Ni Kun is of the same generation as Jiang Zhen, and Jiang Tiansheng still gave him the respect he deserved.

"Ah Sheng, what do you think of what happened in Mong Kok tonight?" Before Jiang Tiansheng could speak, Ni Kun continued, "Gandhi was someone I personally mentored. He doesn't seem like the kind of reckless person who would resort to assassination if negotiations failed."

"Uncle Kun, you trust your men to not do anything reckless, but I also trust that my men won't falsely accuse people. There are guns, shell casings, and someone heard gunshots at the scene. Uncle Kun, do you need me to notify A-Fan to have the police check the ballistics?"

Jiang Tiansheng was not polite at all.

These old fogies love to rely on their age and seniority. With such a complete chain of evidence, they try to deny the whole thing with just a few words.

Who does he think he is?

Sherlock Holmes?

"Uncle Kun, don't think I don't know that the whole thing started when Gandhi sent people to Afan's place to sell heroin."

"You know our rules, Mr. Kwan. Our two families have always kept to ourselves. To put it bluntly, what Gandhi did was a provocation against Hung Hing. If you really want to fight us, Uncle Kwan, Hung Hing will definitely fight to the bitter end."

Ni Kun was speechless for a moment.

The Ni family has generally avoided operating their distribution channels at Hung Hing's locations over the years, but Gandhi is the first example of this, and he was caught red-handed.

Jiang Tiansheng hinted, "And Uncle Kun, before you cause trouble, could you at least have someone scout things out first? You're all idiots. Don't you even remember how Wo Shing, Chung Shun Yee, and Sun Kee were all taken down by Ah Fan? Sun Kee had to pay 68 million to settle things. If you're not smart, don't go out into the world of crime."

Ni Kun took a deep breath: "Ah Sheng, you mean not a single penny less than fifty million?"

"Fifty million is just to give you a chance to negotiate. Afan, the person involved, is demanding territory; he wants half of Gandhi's territory. And what about the face of our Hung Hing?"

"Don't push your luck!"

"Uncle Kun, you're wrong about that. It was your people who first put the Ni family's reputation at the feet of our Hung Hing. If I didn't retaliate, wouldn't that be disrespectful to you, Uncle Kun? After all, you didn't stop your men from making a foolish move, so you also bear some responsibility!"

"What if I don't give it to you?"

Ni Kun was so angry that his voice sounded like it was being squeezed out from between his teeth.

To be bullied to this extent by a junior is an utter disgrace!

The Ni family is not short of money, but they can't be taken advantage of.

A Gandhi is not worth 50 million at all, not to mention that he would have to give up territory and pay Hung Hing a separate sum of money.

He can always find another subordinate if he loses him, but if he loses face, he'll be ruining his reputation in his later years!

"Uncle Kun, before you say that, I suggest you ask Old Xu from Xinji first. I'll give you ten minutes to find out."

"If you refuse to give it in ten minutes, you will bear the consequences."

After saying that, Jiang Tiansheng hung up the phone.

Damn it, we're all leaders of the same power group. Hung Hing doesn't rely on the Ni family for food, so why should Chiang Tin-sang be afraid of that old devil Ni Kun?

The Ni family has guns, Hung Hing has guns, and they even have bomb-wielding thugs!

Jiang Tiansheng wasn't afraid of hurting each other at all.

If no danger occurs, wouldn't his bodyguards be nothing more than useless decorations?

Hearing the busy tone of the disconnected call, Ni Kun became even angrier.

He overturned the tea table and smashed everything he could get his hands on.

Even the newly used mobile phone was smashed and started smoking.

Ni Laosan and Luo Ji, along with their bodyguards, all shrank to the side, not daring to make any move.

After venting his frustrations, Ni Kun waved to Ni Laosan.

Ni Laosan handed over another mobile phone.

After receiving the phone, Ni Kun closed his eyes and pondered for a moment before pressing a string of numbers.

"Hello, is this Ah Long?"

The second floor of a boxing gym in Tsim Sha Tsui.

Xu Long yawned and replied, "It's me. Which seat are you?"

"I am Ni Kun."

"Oh, Uncle Kun, why aren't you resting so late? Did you close some big deal and get too excited?"

Tsim Sha Tsui is very close to Mong Kok, and Chan Fan is a prominent figure in the underworld recently. Xu Long had naturally heard about the fact that the New Detective Agency had suffered a great loss at his hands and that Gandhi's assassination attempt had failed.

He even thought Gandhi was too useless; he had already drawn his gun, and Chen Fan was alone, yet he still couldn't get things done.

However, he was satisfied to see the Ni family suffer a setback, but the ransom was too low, only 50 million. Was this an insult to the Ni family's wealth and power?

"Don't even mention it, Ah Long. I heard you guys are renovating the boxing gym recently. My youngest son has gone crazy lately and bought a whole bunch of training equipment."

"Uncle Kun, you want to know about Hua Daofan, right?"

"Um."

Hearing Ni Kun's humble tone, Xu Long chuckled. "Uncle Kun, to be honest, I really don't understand your Ni family's operations. If you want to sell your goods in Hung Hing's territory, why not find some old hands like Bucky or Fatty Lai? Why pick on a madman as an easy target?"

"Is there something strange about the flower knife?" Ni Kun frowned.

"He's only twenty, but he's incredibly skilled and brave. Most importantly, he's an orphan, and the only woman he might have a connection with has only shown her face a few times."

"Uncle Kun, you have a house full of children and grandchildren. You should be glad that he still wants some worldly things, otherwise your whole family would be gone to heaven tonight."

Xu Long would never want to provoke someone like Chen Fan unless he was absolutely certain of killing him with a single blow.

This type of person cannot be selected.

If you offend someone to the point of no return, they might plant a bomb in your head, and you won't even know how you died.

revenge?

He's an orphan, who are you going to take revenge on? Where can you even seek revenge?

Hung Hing is no pushover either; recently, the three Han brothers from Wo Hop To even brought their territory and men to join them.

"He dares?"

Ni Kun felt that Xu Long was exaggerating.

"Heh, he brought a time bomb to the negotiating table the other day, a buy-one-get-one-free deal with two grenades included. Otherwise, do you think our New Journalists would really bow down to a junior?"

"Uncle Kun, you can fight to the death if you want, but before you issue the challenge, remember to have a family reunion dinner with your children, grandchildren, and great-grandchildren, so that you don't have to put up a funeral portrait to make up the numbers later."

That's all I have to say. Remember to bring the training equipment tomorrow.

Xu Long hung up the phone after he finished speaking.

It's hard to reason with a damned devil.

If a real fight breaks out, the New Club might be able to make a fortune from it. The Ni family has occupied too much territory in Yau Tsim Mong, and it's time for their fortunes to change.

No one can or will remain prosperous for too long; the law of nature dictates that prosperity must eventually lead to decline!

The Ni family.

"Uncle Kun, should we increase the security level for the young master and young lady?"

Ni Laosan asked timidly.

He heard the voice on the other end of the phone just now.

"Okay, tell them not to go out for the next few days, and also send two more teams over."

Ni Kun knew Xu Long's character; what the other man said was absolutely true.

This also explains why the New Star's retaliation against Hung Hing never reached the source, Chan Fan.

"Yes."

Ni Laosan immediately complied.

Ni Kun sighed and dialed Jiang Tiansheng's number again.

Jiang Tiansheng, who had been waiting, did not rush to answer the phone. Instead, he waited until the third call had rung for a long time before slowly pressing the answer button.

"Hey, who is it? Have you no sense of public decency at night? Don't you know that disturbing someone's sleep is a very uncivilized act?"

Ni Kun's face darkened, and he gritted his teeth, saying, "Ah Sheng, it's me."

That guy definitely insulted him on purpose!

"Uncle Kun? I'm so sorry, I haven't been sleeping well lately. I just took two imported sleeping pills, so I'm a bit grumpy in bed. Please forgive me."

"—I can give Hua Daofan fifty million and half of Gandhi's territory, but Ah Sheng, you must make sure he doesn't do anything outrageous to our Ni family. Remember, anything!"

After speaking in an almost shouting tone, Ni Kun paused for a moment and then said, "Also, how much is the face of your Hung Hing? Name your price."

"Uncle Kun, I heard you recently acquired two hundred taxi licenses. I wonder if I could invest in one?"

Jiang Tiansheng stated his price.

At the current price of 170,000 to 180,000 yuan, a taxi license plate would only be worth a little over 30 million yuan. He doesn't need much; getting half of that would be a huge profit.

One hundred licenses are equivalent to one hundred informants running all over Hong Kong Island, making money while also winning people's hearts.

Experienced veterans who've been in the business for a long time crave stability. Is being a taxi driver a stable enough job?

"As long as you can ensure this matter ends here, I can give you all the licenses. Gandhi and Hua Daofan—no, in the future, my men and Hua Daofan's affairs will have nothing to do with our Ni family. If Hua Daofan uses those guys as an excuse to attack my Ni family, Ah Sheng, I won't let your Hung Hing get away with it."

Ni Kun could afford to provide just two hundred rental licenses.

If he can't choose Chen Fan, this barefoot man, then he can't control Hung Hing?

"As long as you don't cause trouble, A-Fan won't bother you. If you don't believe me, go ask Wo Luen Shing, Sun Kee, Chung Shun Yee, oh, I forgot to mention Uncle Ben of Tung Sing."

"I hope you will keep your promise."

"Yes, by the way, Uncle Kun, do you want us to create some momentum for you? How about we announce the ransom as 88 million?"

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"unnecessary!"

Ni Kun was so angry that his liver hurt.

Once word gets out about this price, those foreigners will flock to it.

At that point, it wasn't just about paying money; it was about taking a loss!

After agreeing on the time for the handover, it was Ni Kun's turn to hang up the phone first.

Jiang Tiansheng was in a great mood.

He won this round by doing nothing, getting two hundred taxi licenses for free – enough for a whole taxi company!

If he operated the black minibus that Chen Fan and the others managed, with people resting but the bus never stopping, working in three shifts, he would definitely make a fortune!

Just thinking about Jiang Tiansheng makes me extremely excited.

Seeing Jiang Tiansheng's excited expression, Fang Ting, the "Big Cow," leaned closer to him affectionately.

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