Hong Kong variety show: I wanted to be a lawyer, but I became a big shot.

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Huang Zhicheng's face flushed red, and he wanted to step forward to argue, but he was firmly stopped by the Ni family's bodyguards.

Several men in black suits, their faces expressionless, held his arms, and no matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't break free; he couldn't even take a single step forward.

"never mind."

Lu Qichang walked up from behind, patted Huang Zhicheng on the shoulder, and spoke in a very heavy tone.

He glanced at the tightly closed, ornate iron gate of the Ni family villa, his eyes filled with resentment.

"It seems that what happened tonight was indeed not done by Ni Yongxiao. We've come to the wrong person."

Huang Zhicheng stared intently at the magnificent yet tranquil villa, his teeth grinding together.

He snorted coldly, then suddenly flung his hand away and led his men to the car.

The two cars drove away one after the other, their taillights gradually disappearing into the night.

In the living room of the villa, Ni Yongxiao picked up his coffee and took a sip.

He put down his cup and looked at his third uncle across from him.

"Third Uncle, do you know who attacked Gandhi and his three companions tonight?"

Uncle San shook his head, his old face deeply lined with wrinkles, his tone revealing obvious uncertainty.

"I don't know."

"Those four people have made quite a few enemies. Could it be that they made their own enemies?"

Ni Yongxiao lowered his eyes, pondered for a moment, and quickly made a decision.

"You immediately take your men and seize their territory and property amidst the chaos."

"At the same time, notify Ah Ren to mobilize and prevent other gangs from taking this opportunity to erode our influence."

"We cannot allow outsiders to take advantage of us at this critical juncture."

"Okay, I'll make the arrangements right now."

Uncle San acknowledged the order and quickly walked out of the villa.

Ni Yongxiao was the only one left in the empty living room.

He leaned back on the sofa, his fingertips lightly tapping the table.

He had a vague premonition that things seemed to be heading in the wrong direction.

……

Inside a bar booth in Linbei, Bolan Street.

He leaned back lazily, a cigar between his fingers, with a wavy-haired woman beside him.

Liang Kun sat opposite him, one leg propped up on the coffee table, holding a wine glass in one hand, humming an old song from who-knows-when, looking quite content.

"Hey Bei, how much money do you estimate Jin and his team will get back this time?"

Liang Kun put down his wine glass and asked casually.

Lin Bei looked up and extended two slender fingers.

"Two hundred million?"

Liang Kun's eyes widened, and he jumped up from the sofa, his voice changing tone.

Lin Bei exhaled a smoke ring, and the smoke slowly dissipated in front of him.

"A mere two hundred million has scared you like this."

"Brother, be more composed."

"When Robinson Crusoe is released from prison next week, the benefits we can get will be far more than this money."

Upon hearing this, Liang Kun instantly perked up and stopped drinking.

He quickly raised his hand and waved it away, dispersing the large waves around him.

The hostesses filed out, the sound of their high heels gradually fading away outside the door.

The private room fell completely silent, with only the low hum of the air conditioner remaining.

Liang Kun leaned closer to Lin Bei, put his arm around his shoulder, and lowered his voice.

"Brother, I've always been curious, just how much of an inheritance did that old Robinson Crusoe hide?"

Lin Bei glanced at him and began to speak eloquently.

"Anyway, he'll be released from prison next week, so it doesn't hurt to tell you now."

"The old man was holding a bearer bond worth three hundred million US dollars."

"Take...take the young master? Three hundred million US dollars?"

Liang Kun was stunned for a moment, his mouth agape, unable to close it for a long time.

His mind went completely blank at that moment.

Three hundred million US dollars.

Moreover, it's clean and legal money.

His mind involuntarily conjured up images of stacks of green US dollars, and his breathing quickened involuntarily.

"We've struck it rich! We've really struck it rich this time!"

"Three hundred million US dollars!"

"With our current income, how many years would it take us to accumulate this much wealth?"

Lin Bei shook his head helplessly.

"Calm down, buddy."

"I firmly forbade you from touching flour back then because I was afraid you would become like this now—impatient and short-sighted."

"In the world of business and commerce, one must remain calm even when Mount Tai collapses before one's eyes, and avoid extreme joy or sorrow."

Liang Kun rolled his eyes, speechless.

What he couldn't stand most was Lin Bei's pretentious composure and pedantic way of speaking, yet every word this guy said was impossible to refute.

"Chao! Don't nitpick with me."

"I don't care what happens, once I get this money, I'm going to buy a detached sea-view villa in Repulse Bay, the best location and the most luxurious renovations!"

Lin Bei chuckled softly, his hand resting on his forehead.

"Buy two sets."

You get one set, I get one set.

"But real estate is just a small part of the money."

"My plan is to use this money to register a financial investment company."

"These days, playing the stock market is the fastest way to turn capital around, and making money is far more reliable than doing gangster business."

Upon hearing the word "stocks," the excitement on Liang Kun's face vanished instantly.

His expression suddenly turned serious, and he immediately stepped forward to dissuade him.

"Brother, don't do anything foolish!"

"In my opinion, playing the stock market is no different from gambling; the risks are just too great!"

"We now have factories, companies, land, and hundreds of millions of Hong Kong dollars in cash flow, so we'll never have to worry about food or clothing for the rest of our lives."

"If you rashly venture into the stock market, you could easily lose everything overnight!"

Lin Bei picked up his glass of red wine, took a small sip, and spoke calmly.

"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing."

"To establish a foothold in the stock market in the long run, one cannot do without a professional trading team and insider access."

"Furthermore, I will not put all my funds into one investment. I will never put all my eggs in one basket, and I will ensure proper risk control."

He put down his wine glass, looked at Liang Kun, his gaze calm.

"Besides, you've seen firsthand how fast our branch has grown since you were released from Stanley Prison a few months ago."

"Following my plan and progressing steadily, we have already joined the ranks of billionaires in just a few months."

"Don't you trust my methods?"

Liang Kun's eyes darted around.

He pondered for a moment, going over the events of the past few months in his mind, and finally nodded, deciding not to try to dissuade him any further.

"Okay, I believe you."

"But you must be careful. My whole family will depend on you for support in their old age."

Lin Bei pursed his lips, picked up his wine glass, swirled it, and spoke in a low voice.

"You always say that, but you secretly do all sorts of dirty work."

"Don't think that just because I've stopped getting involved in club affairs, I'm unaware of your underhanded tactics."

"You've been hanging out a lot lately with Chao, the three Han brothers, Kei, and Fatty Lai at nightclubs on Nathan Road, drinking and having fun."

"Aren't you afraid that Jiang Tiansheng will notice and become wary of you?"

Liang Kun waved his hand dismissively and tilted his head back to gulp down a mouthful of wine.

"I've been a member of Hung Hing for over ten years, and I've worked under Chiang Tin-sang for over ten years. I know exactly what kind of person he is."

"I hang out with Ah Chao, Han Bin, and the others, and we only talk about business, not feelings."

"I believe he will understand."