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

Tornado coughed lightly, breaking the silence.

"Abei, I think I understand now."

"But what I don't understand is, since you knew the walled city was going to be demolished, why did you risk offending Di Qiu and all the property owners to forcibly take it down?"

"Aren't you afraid the Hong Kong government will come knocking on your door for talks?"

"Your foundations are overseas. If the Hong Kong government wants to control you, it can do so at any time."

"What will you do then?"

Lin Bei smiled and shook his head.

"Brother Long, your perspective is too limited."

"I'm waiting for the Hong Kong government to come to us on its own."

"I have been preparing for this day for a long time."

"It's just Kowloon Walled City; it's only the first step in my plan."

"It will be a stepping stone for us brothers to reach the top of Hong Kong Island."

"I can't tell you everything right now, like how to get up these steps or where they lead."

"The political value of Kowloon Walled City far outweighs its commercial value."

Liang Kun was initially worried that the news of the demolition of the walled city would disrupt his plans, but after hearing Lin Bei's impassioned words, his heart was completely at ease.

"Well said!"

He stood up, patted Lin Bei on the shoulder, his face flushed.

"No wonder he's my brother-in-law!"

"If you've got the guts, go for it! Your boss will always be there to back you up!"

Lin Bei laughed heartily and put his arm around Liang Kun's shoulder.

"Don't worry, cousin."

"Watch how I show you how to be cool and take you to new heights!"

Lin Bei and Liang Kun looked so nonchalant that Tornado shook his head at them.

He couldn't help but wonder, should we really let Xin Yi and the other three associate with such a big shot?

But it seems there are no better options.

Tornado tapped the table lightly, then changed the subject.

"Alright, that's enough about the walled city."

"Let's settle the accounts for the money from last night."

The atmosphere in the private room eased up.

The group gathered together and began to check the cash and supplies they had obtained from the big boss and Zhong Xinyi the night before, dividing them up one by one.

There was little controversy surrounding the process of dividing the spoils.

Lin Bei was very generous, giving Tornado his share without missing a penny, and also allocating extra money to Xin Yi and the other three as a transfer fee for their future work for Hung Hing.

At first, Si-zai wanted to refuse, as he didn't intend to join a triad. However, Lin Bei valued his medical skills and offered to send him to Hung Hing Hospital for further training, promising to help him find a girlfriend. In the end, Si-zai agreed to stay.

Twelve Young Master wanted to go back and ask Tiger's opinion first, and Xin Yi and Chen Luojun readily agreed.

Tornado had no objection to this; he was aware of his current situation.

Being able to get his savings back was already a favor Lin Bei showed out of consideration for their past relationship. In addition, Xin Yi and the others had their destinations arranged, so it was time for him to retire and focus on his medical treatment.

......

Late at night, in Kowloon Tong, at Di Qiu's villa.

This three-story detached house occupies nearly 10,000 square feet and can be considered one of the most luxurious residences in Kowloon Tong's affluent commercial district.

The streetlights in the courtyard shone with a warm yellow light, but Di Qiu's mood was terribly cold.

He strode into the living room, his face ashen, and threw his coat at the maid who came to greet him.

"Get lost!"

The maid was startled and quickly retreated, clutching her coat.

Diqiu walked to the bar, grabbed a bottle of whiskey, unscrewed the cap, and poured half a glass into it.

He picked up his glass and tilted his head back to gulp it down. The spicy liquid burned down his throat and into his stomach, making him cough several times, but his anger didn't subside at all.

"Those two little bastards..."

"Since my debut, Di Qiu has never been bullied!"

He slammed his glass down on the bar, the bottom of the glass hitting the glass with a jarring sound.

Just then, footsteps came from the other side of the living room.

A bald, middle-aged man slowly walked out.

This man was not tall, but had broad shoulders. He wore a dark gray Tang suit, a string of Buddhist beads around his neck, and his scalp was shaved so clean it gleamed under the living room light.

He is Master Ding.

Like Di Qiu, he was one of the major property owners in Kowloon Walled City, and the two jointly owned a large number of properties in the Walled City.

"Brother Qiu, what's wrong that you're so angry?"

Dingye walked to the bar, poured himself a glass of wine, and sipped it slowly.

Di Qiu glanced at him.

"Haven't you heard about what happened in the walled city?"

"The commotion last night was so big that it spread throughout the entire Hong Kong underworld."

Master Ding slowly put down his wine glass.

"I have heard about it."

"The loyal and righteous men launched a night raid on the walled city, but were driven out by the Hung Hing security personnel."

"Didn't you go see those two tonight?"

"How did the talks go?"

Di Qiu snorted coldly and exhaled a heavy breath reeking of alcohol.

"Talk? What's there to talk about!"

"Those two little bastards didn't give us any face at all, and even said they were going to take over the city."

"I, Di Qiu, have been in Hong Kong for decades, and I've never been humiliated like this before."

"Twenty years ago, I would have made them walk out sideways on the spot!"

He got angrier and angrier as he spoke, and slammed his fist on the bar counter.

Master Ding shook his head.

"Brother Qiu, times have changed."

"Twenty years ago, we could conquer the world with just a machete; now people play with guns and money."

"The Hung Hing gang has money, guns, and is willing to fight to the death."

"If they are determined to occupy the fortress, it will be difficult for us."

He was telling the truth.

Di Qiu rubbed his temples in frustration.

He knew that Master Ding was right, but the more he thought about it, the more suffocated he felt.

"However, we can't just let it go like this."

"Although the walled city is chaotic, the annual rent, protection fees, and underground boxing and other businesses add up to tens of millions in revenue."

"Not to mention the value of those properties themselves."

After a moment of silence, Master Ding suddenly lowered his voice and said:

"Brother Qiu, to be honest..."

"I contacted several big money makers recently, one of whom is a Datuk from Malaysia who has a lot of spare cash and is very interested in the properties in the stockade."

"If we can close this deal, even if the Walled City property management company makes a move, we can still walk away unscathed."

Di Qiu rolled his eyes.

"Ah Ding, haven't you figured out what's going on yet?"

"The Walled City is now occupied by Hung Hing, not Tornado."

"Those big water pipes want to buy properties that are managed, not hot potatoes."

"People put money in the money because they want a return."

"With Hung Hing's current firm stance, who would be foolish enough to buy a property that's inaccessible, unmanageable, and impossible to rent out?"

Ding Ye touched his shiny bald head, and his face darkened.

He was well aware of the implications.

"That's what I'm most worried about."

"The news of the Hong Kong government's forced demolitions cannot be suppressed for long."

"Once it's officially announced, the Walled City's properties will become a pile of worthless paper."

"We must monetize these properties before the news is fully released."

"otherwise……"

He didn't finish his sentence, but his meaning was already very clear.

Di Qiu naturally understood.

His properties in the Walled City, if valued at a normal market price, would be worth at least five or six hundred million.

Ding Ye owns quite a few properties as well.

The total value of the properties in the entire walled city exceeds one billion dollars, including all other property owners.

If such a large sum of money goes down the drain, then decades of hard work by these old guys will be wasted.

"These bastards!"

"This land was built up by our fathers through hard work. What does it have to do with the Hong Kong government?"

"They used the demolition compensation to resettle those residents, but who will take responsibility for our property losses?"

"In the end, we'll be branded as holdouts and criticized by everyone!"

boom!

Even Ding Ye couldn't help but slap the bar counter.

"Damn it! In the end, it's still Hung Hing that's in the way."

"If they don't let go, this fortress won't sell!"

Di Qiu did not respond.

His brows were furrowed, the muscles in his face twitched, and his mind was racing.

He's spent most of his life in Hong Kong; what storms hasn't he weathered?

He admitted defeat after being outmaneuvered by Hung Hing. But admitting defeat is not the same as admitting defeat.

As long as he had a breath left, Di Qiu would never let half a lifetime of hard work go to waste.

"no."

Di Qiu murmured.

"If the walled city could be sold, it would be worth at least a billion dollars."

"Such a large sum of money, just thrown into the sea for nothing, I can't die in peace."

After a moment of silence, Ding Ye's eyes suddenly lit up.

"Brother Qiu, I've suddenly thought of an idea."

"What method?"

Dingye leaned closer, lowered his voice, and spoke in a volume that only the two of them could hear.

Di Qiu's expression changed constantly with Ding Ye's words, from doubt to shock, from shock to contemplation, and finally a smile that grew stronger and stronger.

After Master Ding finished speaking, Di Qiu slowly nodded, a ruthless glint flashing in his eyes.

"Okay, good idea. Let's do it your way."

He picked up his glass and drank the wine in one gulp.

"Those two little brats from Hung Hing, do they really think they can rest easy now that they've taken over the walled city?"

"Hmph, it's still uncertain who will emerge victorious."