After ten years undercover, I'm giving up.

Hong Jipeng mentally reviewed the script that Ma Zhichao had taught him beforehand.

As he reminisced, he couldn't help but sigh.

That boss is really cunning...

wrong.

He is truly wise and powerful!

Soon, Hong Jipeng officially entered "lecturer mode" and began to brainwash Da Dong and his gang.

"Your biggest problem is that you haven't read many books."

"Robbing gold shops and jewelry stores is an outdated tactic."

"You can do the math yourselves."

"After finally managing to secure the goods, we still need to find someone to ship them out."

"Aren't all those launderers heartless bastards? After the goods pass through their hands, how much of it actually ends up in your pockets?"

At this point, Hong Jipeng turned to look at Da Dong.

"Mr. Da Dong, how much money did you actually receive from last year's deal?"

Da Dong paused for a moment, his tone still carrying a hint of pride.

"Four hundred thousand."

"Four hundred thousand?"

Hong Jipeng's face immediately showed disgust.

"That's all?"

"this one?"

Da Dong's expression immediately turned sour.

Four hundred thousand!

He might not even earn 10,000 yuan a year back in his hometown.

Four hundred thousand is enough for him to earn for decades!

Hong Jipeng shook his head, his face full of disdain.

"Don't even mention 400,000."

"Even if you manage to rob the place smoothly this time, after deducting all sorts of miscellaneous losses, you'll still end up with a million."

"If you split it among yourselves, each of you will only get a maximum of ten or twenty thousand."

"What can you do with HK$200,000 on Hong Kong Island?"

"The kitchen isn't even big enough to buy a house."

"For such a small amount of money, they're willing to risk their lives."

Do you think it's worth it?

Is it worth it?

Da Dong, Fei Gu, and the others looked at each other in bewilderment.

Then, they almost simultaneously felt—

Of course it's worth it!

"Why isn't it worth it?"

"I could work hard my whole life in my hometown and still not earn 200,000 yuan!"

"Yeah, with 200,000, I can live comfortably and carefree for a long time."

After listening, Hong Jipeng sighed with disappointment.

"That's why I said your perspective is too narrow."

Da Dong and the others were immediately dissatisfied.

Hong Jipeng did not stop, but continued to patiently guide him.

"You've all been to Hong Kong Island and witnessed its prosperity."

"How's it here?"

"Is it a place of dazzling lights and bustling activity?"

"Are there opportunities to make money everywhere?"

"Isn't it much better than my hometown?"

Da Dong and the others thought for a moment, then nodded involuntarily.

Hong Jipeng's tone became more persuasive.

"After seeing the world and enjoying the good life here, are you really willing to go back?"

Fat Aunt, No. 8 Middle School, and the others fell silent instantly.

Just thinking about the bustling and vibrant Hong Kong Island.

Then I thought about the poverty and isolation of my hometown.

Why would you even need to choose?

Of course, I want to stay and enjoy life.

Foot bath.

sauna.

Bolan Street.

And there's Ah Chang...

Professor Hong Jipeng continued to teach.

"Three years ago, I was just like you."

"The brothers behind me are all from the Big Circle."

"Everyone's family is poor, and they all think about coming to Hong Kong Island to try their luck and make a lot of money."

"At first, we also robbed jewelry stores."

"But later, I figured it out."

"I realized that the road was wrong."

"Robbing jewelry is such a bad deal!"

"We risked our lives to go in and fight, and in the end, each of us only got a couple hundred thousand. There were still a lot of risks when we shipped the goods out."

"So from then on, I started to seriously plan my life."

Finally, I set two goals for myself.

"First, we'll do arms trading."

"Secondly, I want to become a success coach, specializing in helping my fellow members of the community break through their limitations and reach the pinnacle of their lives!"

In the end, Hong Jipeng even raised his hand and waved it, displaying great momentum.

If you understand, then clap!

pity.

Da Dong and the others still looked completely bewildered.

They genuinely didn't understand.

Seeing this, Hong Jipeng could only shake his head regretfully.

"never mind."

"It's normal not to understand now."

"You'll understand when we actually start working together."

Da Dong frowned and asked, "So what exactly do you want from us this time?"

"You keep talking about cooperation, are you implying you're offering a way to make money?"

Hong Jipeng smiled.

"Of course."

Da Dong's eyes lit up immediately.

"What's the goal? Can you explain it clearly first?"

Hong Jipeng said, "Okay."

"But let me state this upfront."

"I provided the plan for this project, and I was also in charge of the intelligence."

"So after it's done, I want 50%."

Da Dong didn't agree immediately, but stared at him and asked, "Tell me first, what exactly are you going to steal?"

Hong Jipeng's lips curled up slightly.

"Is that even a question?"

"Of course, it's an armored truck."

"One train carries at least tens of millions of Hong Kong dollars."

Tens of millions?

The moment those three words were uttered, Da Dong, Fei Gu, and Ba Zhong's breathing became rapid.

goo-dong-

Several people swallowed hard, their Adam's apples bobbing.

"Tens of millions..."

"How many jewelry stores would you have to rob to make that much money?"

Not to mention Fatty and her gang.

Even a notorious gangster like Da Dong, one of Hong Kong's top ten most wanted criminals, stared wide-eyed at this moment.

Seeing that the time was right, Hong Jipeng continued to incite others.

"Fortune favors the bold."

"Risk and reward are always intertwined."

"As long as the plan is thorough enough and the retreat route is well arranged, it is not impossible to escape unscathed."

"If you have the guts, pull this off."

"A life of luxury for the rest of my days is no problem."

"Buy a house on Hong Kong Island, get married, and live a life of luxury and indulgence, doing whatever you want."

"Isn't this more satisfying than robbing a jewelry store and then getting ripped off by a gold smuggler?"

Fat Aunt and the others were so excited that they got carried away.

Da Dong suddenly felt a pang of shame.

I realized that my previous focus on the jewelry business was indeed too narrow-minded.

Look at other people.

With just a few words, he can make a deal worth tens of millions!

However, Da Dong is not an idiot after all.

He couldn't possibly trust Hong Jipeng so easily.

He quickly raised a question.

"Since robbing armored trucks is so lucrative, why don't you do it yourself?"

Hong Jipeng stood tall and proud, looking completely at ease.

"I already said that."

"My life goal is to become a success coach, helping my fellow gangsters break through their limits and achieve success..."

Da Dong's head was throbbing from listening.

Could you explain it in simpler terms?

Hong Jipeng gave him a disdainful look.

"What I'm really in is the arms trade."

"Furthermore, we'll take a commission after the deal is done."

"For example, this time you successfully obtained 30 million."

"If I take 50%, that's 15 million."

"Add the arms I sold you, and that makes two million."

"In other words, you ended up giving me a total of seventeen million."

Da Dong understood now.

Hong Jipeng didn't need to personally lead the charge.

He sells intelligence, plans, and weapons, and then takes a cut.

They earn much more easily and are much safer than those who risk their lives.

Thinking about it this way, Da Dong trusted Hong Jipeng even more.

He truly deserves to be called a master of success studies.

That's a truly high level of vision!

Da Dong couldn't help but ask, "Which bank is the target?"

Hong Jipeng's tone immediately turned indignant.

"Is that even a question?"

"HSBC, of ​​course!"

"How much blood have those foreigners sucked from us in Hong Kong? And they always act so high and mighty."

"You may not know this, but back then they were with that coalition forces who bullied our country."

"Although I, Li Xiangdong, am a bandit, I am also a patriot!"

Upon hearing this, Da Dong immediately nodded.

"it is good."

"Then let's rob HSBC!"

"Robbing these foreigners' money!"

Fei Gu, No. 8 Middle School, and others also expressed their agreement.

Although they were ruthless bandits, they also harbored a deep-seated hatred for the invaders.

The conversation that followed went much more smoothly.

After establishing initial trust, Hong Jipeng began to lay out his prepared overall plan, item by item.

Target data.

Regional overview.

Evacuation direction.

Police response speed.

He explained every detail in great detail.

Da Dong, Fei Gu, and the others became increasingly shocked as they listened.

In the end, only one thought remained in my mind.

Have you seen?

That's what you call professional!

Then I thought back to my earlier plan to rob a jewelry store...

Forget it.

The more I think about it, the more embarrassed I feel.

Trust +1 +1 +1 +1!

Then, Da Dong asked Hong Jipeng what weapons he could provide.

Hong Jipeng then proceeded to introduce each item one by one in a leisurely manner.

pistol?

That's just the basic stuff.

The real heavy weapons are submachine guns, automatic rifles, rocket launchers...

He could even produce explosives powerful enough to blow up an entire building.

Da Dong, Fei Gu, and the others felt a chill run down their spines.

Hey!

This is a true master!

He truly deserves to be called a master of success studies.

There is a plan.

We have intelligence.

They still hold so many arms distribution channels.

If they don't make that money, who will?

At this moment, Da Dong, Fei Gu, and the others couldn't help but have a thought.

Or, why not just join Hong Jipeng's team?

Then look at my own small team.

It's so shabby it's unbearable to look at!

……

……

A secret base somewhere.

Johnny Wang.

"Get up, it's time to get to work."

Inside the room, Johnny Wang was lying on the bed.

He was wearing a bomb vest and looked haggard and gloomy.

Upon hearing the voice, a flash of resentment crossed his eyes.

But he quickly suppressed that resentment.

He sat up, forcing a stiff smile.

"Brother Hong, I'm here..."