Chapter 307: The Difference Between East and West (Seeking Monthly Votes at the Beginning of the Month)
"Are you crazy?"
"Is Tycoon someone you and I can touch?"
Cunningham asked George in a hushed voice, but George was puzzled.
"General, you are the highest military commander of the Anglo-Saxon forces stationed in Hong Kong. There's no need to be so afraid of Tycoon, is there?"
Cunningham burst out laughing:
"Me, afraid?"
George thought he was about to say something heroic, but to his surprise, Cunningham immediately said,
"I'm not afraid!"
"I'm absolutely terrified!"
"Kid, you really don't know the dangers of the world!"
George was speechless.
Cunningham said seriously:
"Listen, I admire your ambition, especially your ambition to do whatever it takes to make money."
"But you need to know that not everyone can be provoked."
"The foundation of the Western world is built on rich people."
"And Tycoon, even if he were on the Anglo-Saxon mainland, would still be considered a rich man!"
"If you want to deal with him, you have to worry about his retaliation!"
George remained silent.
Cunningham sneered:
"Don't think he's just a local Hong Konger; he actually has people behind him."
George looked up in surprise:
"How is that possible?"
Cunningham didn't mind teaching the younger generation about life.
"Impossible?"
"Do you know what the market value of Tycoon's main enterprise group was at the time?"
"It was only 600 million hong kong dollars."
"Of course, 600 million in that era is more than a billion pounds in this era."
"But do you know how much he spent to acquire that Anglo-Saxon capital consortium?"
"160 million... hong kong dollars!"
George exclaimed:
"Are those consortia blind?"
"They sold it for just 160 million?"
Cunningham laughed:
"I haven't finished yet."
"That 160 million was loaned to him by HSBC at the time."
George was dumbfounded:
"Does that mean he got a huge Anglo-Saxon group for free, without spending a single penny?"
Cunningham shrugged:
"Precisely."
George frowned deeply:
"Why? Isn't that a losing business? Are there such businessmen in the world?"
Cunningham smiled:
"You're right, there are people in this world who do business that costs lives, but absolutely no one will do business that loses money."
"The reason is also very simple: Tycoon passed the test; they are our own Anglo-Saxons."
George was instantly speechless.
Cunningham shrugged,
"Always trust the foresight of big capitalists; those guys have a much sharper sense than us."
"In the 1960s, they had long since determined that Hong Kong would return."
"So from then on, the several stock market crashes Hong Kong experienced were moments of Anglo-Saxon capital flight."
"After Mrs. Thatcher stumbled in the City Hall, almost all Anglo-Saxon capital concluded that Hong Kong's return was a foregone conclusion."
"No matter who came to power, this fact could not be changed."
"So from that time, we started making preparations."
"You also know that we Anglo-Saxons have faced such situations many times, and therefore have our own traditions."
George nodded with difficulty:
"Yes, I know."
"When the empire disintegrated, we always made contingency plans, hoping that one day we could take them back."
Cunningham praised:
"Exactly, this is our traditional skill."
"Leaving contingency plans is our consistent operation."
"So the question is, what is the key contingency plan?"
"Is it border demarcation? Various systems? Or something else?"
George thought carefully, and then a light bulb went off.
"It's people!"
Cunningham clapped his hands:
"You are indeed smart, you get it instantly."
"People are key."
"Only those who are Anglo-Saxon at heart will cooperate with our future actions."
"Everything else, like systems, is false."
"Only people are real."
"In Hong Kong, this also applies."
"Regarding the Hong Kong negotiations, have you ever heard of a very famous national policy?"
George listened:
"I'd like to hear the details."
Cunningham said indifferently:
"Exchange sovereignty for governance."
George nodded repeatedly:
"I've heard of it; that was Mr. Shen's suggestion."
Cunningham smiled:
"Tycoon was identified by him."
George gasped.
The Mr. Shen they were referring to could influence cabinet decisions and was a truly important figure.
He never expected that Tycoon's backer was actually him.
Cunningham greatly admired George; there were few young people this flexible nowadays.
However, it was good to understand more principles.
George frowned:
"Since there's such an important figure behind him, why would Tycoon seek the opinion of Grand Duke Andrei?"
"And even pay a hefty sum to bribe him?"
Cunningham was stunned.
That's right.
Tycoon clearly had the powerful Mr. Shen from HSBC behind him, so why would he heavily bribe Grand Duke Andrei, that merely nominal fellow?
As a Hong Konger, he didn't understand the danger of hedging his bets.
If that person found out, and gave Tycoon a hard time on the Anglo-Saxon mainland, could he endure it?
Cunningham couldn't help but fall into deep thought.
The corner of George's mouth curled slightly, then quickly disappeared, not letting the other party see it at all.
He knew Tycoon's rise to power much more clearly than Cunningham.
George was an officer dispatched by the Military Intelligence Agency; how could he not understand Tycoon's background?
However, he owed Lin Feng money, and since he had to pay it back, if he didn't catch and fleece the biggest fish, who else could he find?
Forget that Tycoon was merely an Anglo-Saxon contingency plan; even if he were an Anglo-Saxon businessman, he was still cornered now.
Otherwise, where would he get the money to pay back?
George gave Cunningham enough time to ponder the question, not disturbing him at all.
He knew Cunningham needed time to think slowly.
And this was also the time he needed to think.
George needed enough time to guide Cunningham; indeed, Cunningham's current thoughts were all under George's silent guidance.
Anglo-Saxon Military Intelligence was not a name earned in vain.
The famous America Central Intelligence Agency was merely a student in front of it.
"That's right, why would Tycoon bypass Mr. Shen and go to a useless person like Grand Duke Andrei?"
"Unless Mr. Shen was powerless."
"Or perhaps, Tycoon already felt his wings were strong and wanted to break away from Mr. Shen to fly solo!"
Cunningham's eyes grew brighter and brighter.
"George, you've raised a very good question."
George smiled:
"General, I think we don't need to focus on Tycoon's background; we just need to look at one thing about him."
Cunningham asked with interest:
"What thing?"
George said indifferently:
"See which side he stands on."
"Does he want to stand with you and me, or with the Golden Club?"
"This is the most important question."
"Unfortunately, after my research, Tycoon is not our friend; he is an enemy."
Cunningham fell silent once more.
George timely pulled out a cigar, trimmed it, and lit it for Cunningham.
Cunningham was slightly startled:
"Cuban cigar? A top-grade one, a hundred US dollars a stick."
"You really know how to enjoy life, don't you?"
George spoke truthfully:
"When I come to see the General, I have to bring some good stuff to make a good impression, don't I?"
Cunningham burst out laughing.
"Kid, I'm starting to like you now."
George secretly shook his head.
Actually, he only developed this hobby today.
Lin Feng's domineering presence yesterday left a deep impression on him.
George had never imagined that a person's domineering aura could reach such a degree.
Especially when Lin Feng was smoking a cigar, he looked particularly cool.
Unconsciously, he imitated Lin Feng.
A hundred US dollars per cigar, to be honest, was still a bit too expensive, even for George to buy, it made his heart ache a little.
But upon hearing General Cunningham's praise, George immediately felt that the cigar was worth buying.
Cunningham smoked his cigar while deep in thought.
After exhaling a heavy ring of smoke, he said:
"You're right."
"Tycoon is not our friend."
"In Anglo-Saxon lands, if you're not our friend, then you're our enemy."
"We can indeed make a move against him."
"However..."
Cunningham had considerable reservations,
"That's Tycoon!"
"If we really move against him, have you considered the terrible consequences?"
George was overjoyed:
"General, since you've made up your mind, then we can discuss how to deal with the Golden Club and Tycoon."
Cunningham was utterly speechless:
"Didn't you understand what I just said?"
"The opponent is Tycoon!"
George didn't care at all:
"General, you've been in Hong Kong for so long, why don't you understand the characteristics of these businessmen?"
"They've always been treated as fattened pigs."
"The government is short on money. Slaughtering one will solve everything."
Cunningham almost dropped his cigar in shock.
George said earnestly:
"General, I'm not exaggerating, nor am I joking."
"It's true that the foundation of the Western world is rich people, but this is the Eastern world."
"Rich people are not the highest class."
"The highest class will always be officials!"
"You don't need to think of the Tycoon as being all that powerful."
Cunningham was both annoyed and amused:
"I admire your audacity, but I'm surprised by your ignorance."
"You don't understand the power of the rich. With enough money, even an imperial duke can be bought casually."
"With enough money, electing suitable candidates into Downing Street is also a trivial matter."
"And yet you tell me the Tycoon isn't scary?"
"He's a rich man!"
George explained helplessly:
"I agree with you, yes, that saying is true in the Western world."
"But this isn't the Western world, it's the Eastern world."
"Let me tell you what happened to the Tycoon."
"He paid Grand Duke Andrei fifty million pounds in bribes, but unfortunately, due to Grand Duke Andrei's attack, that money went straight down the drain."
"The Tycoon didn't even make a sound."
Cunningham dismissed it:
"Rich people also care about their reputation; they wouldn't openly defy the law."
George smiled and nodded:
"You're right, so Grand Duke Andrei's case file has already been taken by the Security Bureau."
"Who do you think is behind this?"
Cunningham sneered:
"Besides our Tycoon, who else could make the Security Bureau do such a thing?"
One of the three giants of the Golden Club was the Deputy Director of the Security Bureau.
No wonder it had such great power!
"George, this also proves the Tycoon's influence. It won't be easy for us to deal with him."
Cunningham took the opportunity to say.
It's good for young people to have ambition, but too much ambition isn't a good thing.
Cunningham genuinely thought highly of George and didn't want such a likeable fellow to disappear.
George smiled slightly:
"General, the East and West are different."
"Rich people may not be so scary after all."
"There's another matter, also concerning the Tycoon."
"There's a great bandit in Hong Kong named Cheuk Tze-keung."
"Have you heard of him?"
Unexpectedly, Cunningham had indeed heard of him:
"I remember the Department of Justice accused him of robbing an armored car containing one hundred million hong kong dollars."
"Later, during the court debate, he was released on the spot due to insufficient evidence."
"That fellow, outside the courthouse that year, raised his hands and shouted 'victory for freedom'."
"The media was quite lively for a while."
"They said it was a victory for the common man."
"Is that him?"
"He's a great bandit?"
George laughed:
"Yes, he's a great bandit."
"He committed two cases not long ago."
"One was extorting 1.04 billion hong kong dollars from the Tycoon."
"The other was extorting 800 million hong kong dollars from the second richest man."
Ah?
Cunningham looked at George in disbelief:
"Really?"
George smiled and nodded:
"Yes, really."
Cunningham asked, puzzled:
"The Tycoon just let this fellow live?"
George shrugged:
"There's only a thousand days to be a thief, but where are there a thousand days to guard against thieves?"
"The Tycoon isn't some warlord, nor does he have any powerful forces under him. How can he deal with Cheuk Tze-keung?"
"What if the guy wants to go all out with him, what can he do?"
Cunningham was bewildered:
"You're not lying to me, are you?"
"This joke isn't funny at all."
"In the West, if some idiot dared to extort a rich person, he'd be riddled with bullets."
"When he's cremated, three catties of bullet casings would be burned out of his body!"
"The Tycoon just endured it like that?"
George sighed:
"It's a fact."
"General, this is the difference between East and West."
"In the Eastern world, the powerful will never be rich people."
"The most respected will also not be rich people, but only government officials."
"Rich people are just ornaments, nice to look at. But if you cross the line, it's time to slaughter the pig."
"The New Year's pig!"
"People in the East buy a small piglet in spring and raise it until New Year's, when it weighs two to three hundred catties."
"At this time, the pig is slaughtered, and everyone enjoys a good meal of slaughtered pig to celebrate the New Year."
Cunningham's brows gradually relaxed:
"I like slaughtering the New Year's pig!"
George laughed heartily:
"I do too."
"Honestly, I quite like Eastern wisdom."
Cunningham suddenly asked again:
"Is there really no news of that Cheuk Tze-keung?"
"It wouldn't be a smokescreen put out by the Tycoon, would it?"
This time it was George's turn to hesitate,
"Before the Tycoon contacted the Golden Club, I was sure there were no issues on either side."
"Because Cheuk Tze-keung extorted another 800 million hong kong dollars from the second richest man during that gap."
"But after the Tycoon contacted the Golden Club, I'm not so sure."
"The Golden Club isn't an ordinary criminal organization."
"They have influence in politics, business, police, and even the ICAC."
"They're even extending their reach into the Triad."
"If I were the Tycoon, I would naturally want to verify their strength."
Cunningham sighed:
"Then, this legendary King of Thieves, Cheuk Tze-keung, should be gone."
George also sighed:
"He should be!"
Both understood that two originally unrelated groups wanting to cooperate would naturally have to test each other.
The Golden Club's demand was simple: make money.
And the Tycoon happened to have plenty of money.
What about the Tycoon? He was never a philanthropist.
There was only one way to gain his approval: show him the Golden Club's strength.
The problem arose.
What conditions would the Tycoon propose?
After much thought, it could only be Cheuk Tze-keung, the King of Thieves of Hong Kong!
For the Golden Club to climb this high branch with the Tycoon, they had to take down that guy no matter what.
Therefore, their judgment was consistent.
Cheuk Tze-keung's legend ends here!
Cunningham stroked his chin:
"We can't let these two groups continue to interact."
"If they really reach an agreement, there'll be no share for us in this piece of meat that is Hong Kong."
George nodded slightly:
"Yes!"
"Our positions truly make it difficult to openly intervene in these matters."
"We must find a white glove."
Cunningham immediately said:
"Move quickly, no delays!"
George nodded solemnly:
"I understand."
Cunningham thought for a moment:
"What if I bring troops and directly invite the Tycoon over?"
George jumped in surprise, staring at Cunningham in shock:
"General, you're not joking, are you?"
Cunningham snorted coldly:
"Since I know there are differences in tradition between East and West, what do I care?"
"The Tycoon actually gave that useless Grand Duke Andrei fifty million pounds. Am I really not as good as that guy?"
"Just thinking about that makes me angry."
"Just for that, if I abduct him to the barracks, the Tycoon will have to obediently hand over the money."
George was drenched in sweat; he hadn't expected Cunningham's ambition to be so wild. Money truly makes people crazy.
"General, let's think this through."
"Doing this would be satisfying, but the problem is, once we do it, unless we make the Tycoon disappear completely."
"Otherwise, we won't be able to explain it to our superiors."
"Moreover, over so many years, the Tycoon has quite a few connections in the Anglo-Saxon homeland. If things aren't handled properly, it will affect your family's honor, General."
Cunningham paused, then said helplessly:
"You're right. If it weren't for family honor, I would have been selling arms myself a long time ago."
George dared not respond at all.
Cunningham was a noble aristocrat, but he was not; he was an unknown nobody.
Cunningham dared to act recklessly because he had a powerful family backing him.
If he dared to do that, he would definitely end up playing in Victoria Harbour!
These two were simply not on the same dimension.
Cunningham rubbed his fists together:
"What's your plan?"
George said with a wry smile:
"I had a plan in mind, but you scared it out of me, General!"
Cunningham said disdainfully:
"Then I'll give you three days. Make a good plan, otherwise, I'll do it myself!"
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Chapter 308: Pig Slaughter Operation (Monthly Pass Request at the Beginning of the Month)
The well-behaved Elizabeth came in at the right time.
"Officers, please have some tea."
Cunningham praised:
"George, you have a beautiful assistant."
Elizabeth smiled:
"Thank you for the compliment, Officer."
George was very proud:
"Isa is my lucky star."
Cunningham raised his eyebrows.
George smiled without explaining.
Elizabeth was indeed his lucky star; if Elizabeth hadn't suddenly lost control last night, Lin Feng would probably have crushed him to death.
It was also because of Elizabeth that George miraculously survived. That's what George believed.
"Since we are going after Tycoon, let's discuss what method would be best?"
When Elizabeth heard the three words "Tycoon," her heart skipped a beat.
She never expected these two officers to want to lay hands on such a prominent figure.
George immediately said:
"To deal with a person, one naturally has to consider all aspects. Tycoon's connections are very troublesome. As long as we can control his connections, Tycoon will pose no threat to us."
Cunningham laughed heartily:
"Young man, I appreciate you more and more."
"You've hit on the crucial point. We can't let the Anglo-Saxon Headquarters know that we are targeting Tycoon."
"This will cause panic among some wealthy individuals."
"They might not know Tycoon, but they are all rich, and they will naturally empathize."
"So, we need to cut off this connection."
George immediately said:
"Then, this requires the General's intervention."
Cunningham was stunned:
"My intervention?"
George explained seriously:
"I can't handle Grand Duke Andrei."
Cunningham frowned:
"Grand Duke Andrei? Why bother with that good-for-nothing kid?"
George said with a wry smile:
"Only you would consider Grand Duke Andrei a good-for-nothing kid."
"No matter how useless he is, he is still a good-for-nothing among Grand Dukes, not someone we can manipulate."
"Even the current Governor has no way to deal with Grand Duke Andrei."
"Also, don't forget, Tycoon bribed him with fifty million pounds... Although Grand Duke Andrei didn't actually receive it... It is precisely because of this that Grand Duke Andrei must protect Tycoon no matter what."
Elizabeth couldn't help but cover her mouth.
Cunningham looked at him with interest:
"Are you surprised?"
Elizabeth nodded vigorously.
George said lightly:
"This is normal."
"A civil servant with basic principles will always feel angry about such corruption."
"However, the fact that Tycoon lost fifty million pounds and didn't utter a sound, from another perspective, reflects his wealth."
Cunningham snorted coldly:
"He lost fifty million pounds and didn't say a word, so he can naturally produce another fifty million pounds."
George smiled:
"Perhaps more than fifty million pounds."
The two exchanged a smile.
Elizabeth suddenly felt that the atmosphere of the conversation was a bit strange.
It was as if it were a spoils-sharing meeting.
She wasn't wrong; these two men were now thinking about how to dismember Tycoon.
Cunningham thought for a moment and said:
"What you said is quite important."
"I'll go have a chat with Grand Duke Andrei."
George reminded him:
"Hurry!"
Cunningham waved his hand:
"I'm more concerned than you."
George immediately said:
"Then the next matter involves another force... the Golden Club."
Cunningham felt a toothache:
"If it were an open confrontation, I wouldn't care about them."
"The problem now is that we are fighting in the dark."
"Given the distinction between civilian and military, it's very difficult for us to do anything."
"Their power structure is too complex and legitimate; I can't offer you much support."
"Are you sure you have no problem?"
George was very confident:
"I have to admit, their overt power is greater than mine, perhaps even the superior of my superior."
"However, I must say,"
"I also have another identity that they cannot help but be wary of."
Cunningham was stunned, then suddenly understood:
"A Military Intelligence Agency special envoy?"
George nodded slightly:
"That's right."
Cunningham frowned:
"Our country doesn't have an espionage law, so you need to be careful."
What did this mean?
At that time, Anglo-Saxon did not have an espionage law.
That is to say, most places belonging to the Anglo-Saxon Federation did not have an espionage law.
Espionage was not a crime.
Therefore, Hong Kong became the largest spy capital in the Eastern world.
Countless national agencies infiltrated it.
Anyway, being a spy wasn't illegal!
Among them, America, one of the members of the Anglo-Saxon Federation, was the most rampant.
Since espionage was not illegal, as long as a spy operation wasn't caught in the act, there was naturally no problem.
Cunningham was subtly reminding George to be careful not to get killed.
George smiled:
"My identity as a special envoy is no secret to those who are interested."
"I'll be careful."
Cunningham thought George was referring to officials within the Hong Kong Government, but George thought of the mysterious Lin Feng.
He couldn't understand how such an invisible Tycoon knew so many secrets.
As expected of an intelligence merchant!
Huh?
Perhaps in the future, he could purchase relevant intelligence from Lin Feng.
However... he had to pay off his debts first.
"Tsukamoto Do of the Okamoto Zaibatsu was killed by an assassin, and his revenge fund has been activated. Top-ranked assassins from around the world should be rushing here during this period."
"I will be extra careful."
Cunningham was unimpressed:
"How much money does a revenge fund have?"
George pursed his lips and said:
"One hundred million US dollars!"
Pfft!
Cunningham promptly spat out his tea:
"How much did you say?"
George said with a wry smile:
"One hundred million US dollars!"
Cunningham's eyes lit up:
"How about we take out the guy who killed the Okamoto Foreigner first?"
George quickly advised:
"That's not appropriate, not appropriate."
Cunningham angrily said:
"Why isn't it appropriate?"
George said speechlessly:
"You are the highest leader of the Anglo-Saxon Garrison. You lead soldiers to search for assassins all over Hong Kong?"
"If this gets out, the Headquarters will reprimand you."
Cunningham said coldly:
"This is my territory. Who dares to report behind my back?"
"The Governor?"
"If I get angry, I'll beat up the Governor too!"
George immediately called him a soldier not to be trifled with.
"The Governor wouldn't dare."
"But besides the Governor, there are many other systems that can convey voices to the Anglo-Saxon Headquarters."
Cunningham was unimpressed:
"Those voices are not worth mentioning."
George said with a wry smile:
"What if the one speaking is the Mainland?"
Hmm?
Cunningham's eyes widened:
"You said... Mainland?"
George shrugged:
"It's only a few years until the handover, so the Mainland will naturally be watching Hong Kong."
"The deployment of military police is not a problem; that is for maintaining public order."
"The deployment of soldiers... what is that meant to do?"
"Even if the Mainland doesn't issue any reprimand, just a routine inquiry to the Anglo-Saxon Cabinet... our affairs will still be exposed."
"After all, they are also one of the five permanent members of the United Nations."
Cunningham said with great regret:
"That's one hundred million US dollars."
George sighed:
"Although this one hundred million US dollars is good, it is not for us."
"I think Tycoon's net worth must be dozens of one hundred million US dollars."
Cunningham regained his smile,
"That's right, you're right!"
"We'll just go after Tycoon!"
Elizabeth listened with trepidation.
Good heavens, during the time she was away, these two officers had actually set their sights on Tycoon together.
Was Tycoon someone they could touch?
Cunningham calmed down, his heart ablaze.
"Thus, we must carefully consider how to sever the connection between the Golden Club and Tycoon."
"If we allow the two sides to join forces,"
"Tycoon provides the money, and the Golden Club provides the people and effort, we will be quite passive."
"Once such a behemoth unleashes its power, let alone you, even I would have to deal with it carefully."
"Such a fellow is not easy to deal with!"
George nodded solemnly:
"You are right!"
Cunningham thought for a long time but couldn't come up with a good solution, frowning deeply, with a deep indentation between his eyebrows, as if it were splitting open:
"George, do you have a good idea?"
George thought for a moment:
"I actually do have a method."
Cunningham was overjoyed:
"Tell me quickly!"
George said seriously:
"Actually, it's not a new method. You've used this method before."
Cunningham was stunned, then suddenly realized:
"Find a white glove?"
That's right!
He could find a white glove.
He was too familiar with this sort of thing.
Previously, and even now, even when selling his "military supplies lost during training" to Southeast Asian countries, he had to find a white glove to handle the operation.
Even if Cunningham didn't care about the system within the Anglo-Saxon Garrison, he still needed a frontman.
No other reason, just in case something went wrong, he could easily discard him.
However, the frontman he had been using so well suddenly disappeared for no apparent reason.
This left Cunningham without anyone.
"Do you have a suitable frontman?"
George gave a wry smile:
"After I came to Hong Kong, I did find a frontman, but unfortunately, before they could even do anything, they were taken down."
Cunningham frowned:
"Was it the Golden Club causing trouble?"
George sighed:
"It has some connection with the Golden Club, but it's not the main connection."
"It was taken down by local Triads in Hong Kong."
"They have a very strong sense of territory."
Cunningham shook his head slightly:
"Hong Kong Triads... they are indeed a bit troublesome."
Don't underestimate the local Hong Kong Triads; most of them are branches of one of the world's three largest Triads.
Even Cunningham, this Anglo-Saxon Brigadier General, felt a little daunted by them.
The reason was simple: it wasn't that the Anglo-Saxon army was afraid of these people, but rather that Cunningham had no one by his side.
With only four hundred men in total, what could he manage?
Would Cunningham really dare to send soldiers to go on a killing spree?
Did he really think the international community—mainly his Mainland—was blind?
What if he sent a small group of soldiers?
It wouldn't be effective.
The Foreigners' skin color naturally couldn't be hidden in Hong Kong.
A small group of people would be cleanly devoured by the Triads, completely failing to serve as a deterrent.
"Is there a suitable Triad?"
George hesitated for a while:
"There is one Triad as a backup, but this Triad is difficult to control."
Cunningham said coldly:
"In necessary moments, we can be flexible."
"Which Triad?"
George slowly said:
"Chung Yee Shun!"
Elizabeth quickly said:
"Sir, why don't we switch to another Triad?"
"Like Hung Hing or the Number Gang."
George gave a wry smile:
"Hung Hing is united, and Chairman Liang Kun has many masters under him; they are truly fearless of death."
"Choosing them is not a good option."
George subtly glanced at Elizabeth, thinking, did this woman forget how Lin Feng beat her up last night?
This wasn't fear; she was probably trying to make trouble for him, right?
Oh!
Isa had amnesia, so it was fine then.
George truly didn't want to experience Lin Feng's beating again; he still owed Lin Feng thirty million pounds!
If he really dared to let someone trouble Hung Hing, Lin Feng would probably make his name infamous in Hong Kong!
"As for the Number Gang, they have some mysterious connections with Taiwan."
"Moving against them would still put us in a passive position internationally."
"Neither of these are good choices."
Elizabeth added:
"Then there are other Triads."
George shook his head:
"Tung Sing, Sun Luen Shing, and Wo Luen Shing are basically half-crippled, and most other Triads would not resist the Golden Club."
"None of them are good choices."
Elizabeth was about to persuade him further.
Cunningham stroked his chin and said:
"I've also heard about the Triads in Hong Kong."
"What George said is correct."
"What we need to do goes far beyond ordinary matters; the local Triads are very traditional, and not many dare to oppose us."
George nodded:
"The General is right; the local Triads and the Police Station also have that damned black and white forest agreement."
"However, it is precisely because of this agreement that the Police Station can control millions of Triad members with just thirty thousand people."
"Without this agreement, Hong Kong would have fallen into chaos long ago."
"My goal is to tear up this agreement..."
Cunningham glared at him:
"Why are you messing with this agreement?"
"Anyone who has read books knows that to make money, society must be stable."
"How can you make money if society is unstable?"
George sighed:
"Yes, I almost got things backward."
He just said it to maintain his persona.
After Lin Feng's brutal beating, unless he was insane, George would absolutely not touch this agreement.
Having this agreement in place could better ensure his safety.
Just thinking about how Chuen Bo, the Dragon Head of Sun Luen Shing, was killed by his men, and Sun Luen Shing already knew about it...
George truly shivered.
Lin Feng could brutally beat him; would Sun Luen Shing not dare?
It could be said that Lin Feng's brutal beating directly smashed George from fantasy into reality.
George felt that his uniform actually didn't provide him with much safety.
Cunningham continued stroking his chin:
"I've heard of the Chung Yee Shun Triad; their Chairman is named Lin Ho-lung, known as Hong Kong's top master."
"His martial prowess is truly outstanding."
George explained:
"This is most likely propaganda."
"However, Lin Ho-lung has a record of fighting a hundred men alone; even if he's not Hong Kong's top, he's close."
Cunningham nodded heavily.
Soldiers value martial bravery; in modern warfare, individual martial bravery, though not as useful as in ancient cold weapon eras, is still quite effective.
In an emergency, a brave person can stabilize morale.
Someone like Lin Ho-lung could serve such a role, provided he adheres to discipline.
"Will Chung Yee Shun cooperate with us?"
George nodded:
"They will!"
"Hong Kong's Triads traditionally don't deal in drugs or sell firearms."
"But Lin Ho-lung's Chung Yee Shun is different; they operate drug trafficking as their main business."
"Almost all of their core members carry guns."
"They are very fierce."
Cunningham sighed:
"Gangsters?!"
George nodded heavily:
"Gangsters!"
"Because their core operations are secretive, the Police Station has conducted multiple targeted operations but has not obtained enough evidence against them."
"Therefore, they are still at large."
Cunningham asked:
"Such people are difficult to subdue."
George was confident:
"I have a way."
Cunningham raised an eyebrow:
"What's your plan?"
George smiled:
"When I say subdue, it's actually cooperation."
"The Police Station seizes a considerable amount of drugs every month, and these drugs are all sent to the Political Department for destruction."
"I'll use a trick to replace these drugs that should have been destroyed, keep them, and sell them to Chung Yee Shun at below market price, or I'll give them to them for free, and they'll pay me cash after they've sold them."
"Do you think they'll go for it?"
Cunningham said without hesitation:
"They definitely will."
George smiled:
"As long as we do this two or three times, I think we can build enough trust."
"Then, asking them to do things will be simple, won't it?"
Cunningham fell silent, secretly pondering George's method. After thinking about it, it truly seemed feasible.
"Then let's do that."
George smiled:
"Since the General approves, then I have confidence."
Cunningham suddenly said:
"Actually, you also have your own advantages; you must utilize them."
George was startled:
"My own advantages?"
Cunningham smiled:
"Don't forget, you are the Superintendent of the Police Political Department; you have the right to conduct certain investigations."
"To cut off the connection between Tycoon and the Golden Club,"
"Why not go directly to see Tycoon?"
George almost thought Cunningham wanted to use Tycoon to get rid of him.
"Cheuk Tze-keung, a petty thief, could make Tycoon directly hand over 1.04 billion hong kong dollar."
"And afterward, he didn't retaliate at all."
"What does this show?"
"Tycoon is an extremely fearful person, or rather, someone who values emotions greatly."
"As long as a person has a weakness, they are easy to target."
"George, go see him. Tell him directly, without beating around the bush, that you know about his deal with Grand Duke Andrei, that old good-for-nothing."
"You're going to prosecute him!"
"Of course, if you have some evidence, that would be even better."
"I believe our Tycoon will definitely be scared out of his wits."
George's eyes widened.
Cunningham sneered:
"Tycoon shouldn't have exposed his weakness."
"Once his weakness is exposed, who knows how many hyenas will swarm him."
"What's with that expression?"
George was filled with both surprise and joy:
"General, you truly live up to your name!"
"A single word awakens a dreamer."
"I'll go find Tycoon right now!"
Cunningham wondered:
"Do you have evidence?"
George froze, then his expression became firm:
"I'll find it!"