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

Dafei slammed the bottle on the table, preparing to jump around on the dance floor, when Lin Bei called him back.

His voice remained clearly audible amidst the bombardment of music.

"Dafei, go to the bar next door with Thirteen Sister!"

"I'll come find you later."

Dafei took a sip of his drink, gave an OK sign, and then staggered off after Thirteen Sister.

Once everything is settled.

Lin Bei turned around, his gaze falling on Yao Wen and Huo Baoming.

"Ah Wen, Mingzai, you two keep an eye on things."

"Notify me immediately if anything happens."

Yaowen thumped his chest loudly.

"Don't worry, Brother Bei, with us here, things won't get chaotic!"

Lin Bei nodded and led Ai Lian back towards the private room.

Once Lin Bei's figure disappeared at the end of the corridor, Huo Baoming finally couldn't contain his excitement and grabbed Yaowen's shoulder, his voice trembling slightly.

"Ah Wen, Brother Bei was so awesome just now!"

"The scene of everyone responding to his call was even more imposing than a dragon's head!"

Yaowen nodded, his excitement undiminished.

He picked up a bottle of beer, gulped down two mouthfuls, and wiped the foam from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand.

"Of course."

"It's our good fortune to be with such a generous tycoon!"

Although the two said they were going to keep an eye on things, they were still just 18-year-olds and couldn't contain their excitement.

Holding bottles of liquor, the two of them weaved through the crowd, chatting and playing drinking games with the Hung Hing brothers.

While having fun, I always kept a tight rein on myself, spending half a day drinking a bottle of wine mixed with a soft drink, trying not to drink too much.

When Lin Bei and Ai Lian returned to the private room, Mr. Guo and the others had already started singing.

The atmosphere inside the private room was much quieter than outside. Mr. Guo was holding a microphone and singing an old song. His voice wasn't very pleasant, but it was still in tune.

"Hey, you're done already?"

Mr. Guo put down the microphone, a look of surprise on his face.

He hadn't even finished singing the song when Lin Bei returned, much faster than he had expected.

Lin Bei smiled calmly, took Ai Lian's hand, and led her to sit down on the sofa opposite Mr. Guo.

"It was just some small fry causing trouble; I had them removed."

"It won't affect the store's business operations."

Ailian knelt obediently beside him, picked up the wine bottle on the table with her slender hands, poured a glass for Lin Bei first, and then poured one for herself.

Lin Bei picked up the wine glass that Ai Lian handed him, held it in his hand and gently swirled it, leaving a red ring of wine on the glass.

"Mr. Guo, this toast is for you."

Mr. Guo nodded slightly, picked up his wine glass, and lightly clinked it with Lin Bei's.

Ding.

The crisp sound of glasses clinking echoed in the private room.

After drinking the red wine, Mr. Guo put down his glass and cleared his throat.

His expression turned serious; clearly, what he was about to say was more important than drinking.

He exchanged glances with the other large water pipes before slowly speaking.

"Ah Bei, besides investing in your nightclub, there's something else we'd like to discuss with you."

"We want to start a logistics company together."

Upon hearing this, Lin Bei's eyes lit up.

logistics!

These two words exploded in his mind like a depth charge, bringing forth countless memories from his past lives.

Express delivery, freight, supply chain, cross-regional networks...

These concepts rushed to his mind, making his heart pound.

Although he currently has several million dollars, most of it is illicit income.

The lawyer's fees I gave Huang Dawen last time were specially laundered before I could give them away.

The remaining money is needed to maintain the nightclub's daily operations, so there isn't much readily available working capital.

If he wanted to start a logistics company, with his current financial resources, he wouldn't even be able to set up a decent fleet of vehicles, let alone start a company.

but......

If these major water pipe companies were willing to pay, things would be completely different.

He put down his wine glass, cleared his throat, and gave a brief account of the business models of logistics and express delivery from his previous life, using language that people in this era could understand.

What are warehousing and transit stations, regional distribution networks, time-sensitive management systems, door-to-door services...?

At first, Mr. Guo was listening attentively, while the others were still paddling and watching the big waves.

But as they listened, everyone put down their glasses and leaned forward involuntarily.

After Lin Bei finished speaking his last sentence, the private room was silent for a full three seconds.

Mr. Guo took a deep breath and turned to look at his old friends beside him.

The group exchanged glances and then nodded almost simultaneously.

Mr. Guo slapped his thigh, his face filled with amazement.

"Ah Bei, you're a fucking genius."

"What's going on in your head?"

"I dare say no one else on the entire island of Hong Kong could have come up with these ideas!"

The other major water taps also chimed in.

A middle-aged, overweight man surnamed Huang got so excited that his face turned red, and he said he was willing to invest money immediately.

Another man wearing gold-rimmed glasses added that he had connections at the Stanley pier and could help with the procedures for importing and exporting goods.

One even said that he had connections with people in foreign firms and could even discuss logistics channels with the foreigners.

The only requirement is...

This business needs to operate stably, and we can't let the affairs of the community interfere with our daily work.

Lin Bei patted his chest and assured them that they could rest assured.

After the matter was settled, the atmosphere became even more lively.

The group chatted and drank for about half an hour.

After a few rounds of drinks, Mr. Guo and his companions were clearly distracted, their eyes constantly drifting towards the bald man beside them, and their speech began to become mumbled.

Lin Bei was an extremely perceptive person; he saw through the scheme at a glance.

He stood up, his smile carrying an unspoken understanding between men.

"Mr. Guo, I have already arranged a room upstairs."

"Please get some rest tonight. If you need anything, please contact us at this number."

Lin Bei took out a business card from his pocket; it was Thirteen Sister's business card.

Mr. Guo took the business card, smiled, patted Lin Bei on the shoulder, and said nothing, but the meaning in his eyes couldn't be clearer.

After seeing off these big spenders, Lin Bei stood in the corridor and let out a long breath.

The music in the nightclub was still deafening, but his mind was unusually clear.

Tonight's battle was brilliantly fought.

Whether in business or in the world of martial arts, he made a fortune.

But it is precisely at times like these that we must not let our guard down.

He waved, and Yaowen and Huobaoming immediately squeezed through the crowd.

"Come on, let's go next door for a drinking contest!"

As Lin Bei spoke, he took the lead and walked towards the bar next door.