Chapter 403: Mr. Shen's Ambition
"You can't do this to me. The personnel of the branch and the headquarters are incompatible. Your reach is too long."
Mr. Shen's blue eyes almost turned red with anger!
This is truly hellish.
Since when could London dictate terms here?
This is Hong Kong, Hong Kong!
For forty years, its performance has far surpassed that of the headquarters, achieving a transcendent status long ago.
Now, London actually wants to extend its hand into the branch?
He can dream on!
The voice on the other end was very calm:
"Sir, you should be clear, you are the loser."
"Since you've entered the battlefield, you must accept the outcome."
Mr. Shen was furious:
"Are you out of your minds?"
"Do you know how important Hong Kong is to us?"
The other side shrugged:
"Of course we know."
"Besides India, Hong Kong is the most important to us."
"We have taken at least a hundred billion US dollars from Hong Kong."
"But, so what?"
Mr. Shen was seething with rage:
"You're asking the obvious."
"The Empire almost went bankrupt fighting a tiny donkey island."
"Now it relies entirely on blood transfusions from overseas nations."
"Hong Kong is of paramount importance!"
The voice on the other end of the phone was dismissive,
"Sir, you probably forgot, when Thatcher went north, she had already discussed it with that elder."
"Hong Kong's return to its Mainland is already a foregone conclusion."
"Hong Kong, don't even think about it anymore!"
Mr. Shen was almost driven mad with anger:
"So what?"
"Hong Kong's positioning is a free port."
"As long as we can arrange a fallback, Hong Kong will still be ours, and no one can take it away."
"At most, it just won't have sovereignty."
"Haven't many of the Empire's colonies gained independence?"
"Most of them, even now, continue to provide wealth to the Empire."
"India is the most typical example."
"Hong Kong is our most important one apart from India, and it cannot be given up either."
The other side sighed:
"Sir, you're thinking too much, the Mainland is not India."
"Since their founding, all the foreign wars they have fought, they have won completely."
"There is simply no other country in this world that can achieve this."
"The Mainland is not to be trifled with, and that elder is even more so."
"You just said it yourself, we almost went bankrupt fighting a small donkey island war, let alone fighting the most militarily powerful country in the world across half a planet…"
"That is unrealistic."
"Sir, no matter what, you have already lost."
"Little Tycoon has been temporarily detained by the Empire, and Tycoon has no chance whatsoever."
"You have already been defeated!"
"Sir, you have to make a choice."
The other side was slightly smug, and also mentally prepared, but to his surprise, the storm he imagined did not arrive.
Mr. Shen was very calm:
"What do you want to do?"
The other side sighed inwardly, indeed, someone who could be in charge of HSBC Hong Kong was no ordinary person.
"The Grand Dukes' meaning is simple: as long as Sir accepts the outcome, they are willing to give Sir a dignified explanation."
Mr. Shen calmly said:
"I will step down, but I have to finish arranging Hong Kong."
"Hong Kong is the Empire's pearl in the East, and the Tycoon family is an important node within it."
"I just didn't expect him to be ruined by greedy nobles."
The other party said speechlessly:
"It was clearly Tycoon who first became greedy, otherwise how would Grand Duke Andrei have been attacked twice?"
Mr. Shen sneered:
"Paying tribute to the noble sirs in exchange for their lobbying, that is one of the rules of the game."
"We've always played it this way."
"When did it change?"
"It's clearly the noble sirs who are too greedy, but they push all the blame onto Tycoon."
"The noble sirs' greed must have a limit."
The other side said indifferently:
"This is one of the Empire's rules of the game, what do you have to complain about?"
Mr. Shen calmed down and said indifferently:
"I'm not complaining, I just want to tell you that I will retire, but not now."
The other side frowned:
"What do you mean by that?"
Mr. Shen remained calm:
"Tycoon is the person I value most. I spent several years observing him, confirming that he is one of us."
"I am even more certain that as long as he is here, even after Hong Kong's return, the Empire can still maintain considerable influence in Hong Kong."
"I just didn't expect…"
"Things completely exceeded my expectations."
"You ruined this!"
Mr. Shen said solemnly,
"The position of Mr. Shen, for others, is unattainable, but in my opinion, it's just like that."
"I will voluntarily retire, but please give me some time to find a successor."
The other side said in disbelief:
"You still want to find a successor?"
Mr. Shen's expression was exceptionally firm:
"Hong Kong is the Empire's most important place in East Asia, and I must seek long-term benefits for the Empire."
The other side laughed in exasperation:
"Sir, I must remind you, you are just a businessman, not a politician."
"You worry too much. Political matters are not for you to manage."
"Do you understand?!"
"I cannot even accept your reason, do you think the Grand Dukes will accept it?"
Mr. Shen sighed:
"After all, they are also nobles of the Empire, they must consider the Empire's interests, right?"
The other side burst into laughter, shamelessly laughing at Mr. Shen's naivety,
"The noble sirs only care about their own lives, why would they care about the Empire's interests?"
"You are truly overthinking."
"Alright, now that business is done, let's talk about personal matters."
The other side changed his tone and sighed,
"Sir, we have been old friends for over twenty years."
"Your ambition, your loyalty to the Empire, I admire."
"If you are truly thinking for the Empire, I have a suggestion, would you like to hear it?"
Mr. Shen also softened and asked:
"We are all friends, what can't be said?"
The other side sighed softly:
"If you are truly sincere, then resign and go home."
Mr. Shen frowned:
"What do you mean?"
The other side shrugged:
"Due to historical reasons, your Mainland has always wanted to leave the Empire, and recently the organ music from the Empire has been very loud."
Mr. Shen was silent for a long time before saying:
"My Mainland will not leave the Empire."
"My path is not in my Mainland either."
"After returning from Hong Kong, I will live in London."
"Ultimately, I am just a moderately successful businessman; only in Hong Kong can I play my biggest role."
"The people in my Mainland don't even know who I am."
The other side was very disappointed:
"Since you are unwilling to accept the Grand Dukes' good intentions, then you will face the Grand Dukes' punishment."
"My friend, the transaction you made with Little Tycoon has been frozen."
Mr. Shen suddenly felt uneasy:
"What do you mean?"
The other side said indifferently:
"That fund has been completely frozen until the judge makes a ruling."
Mr. Shen exclaimed:
"Are you kidding me?"
"That's five billion hong kong dollars!"
The other side shrugged:
"The victor is king, the vanquished is bandit; accepting the outcome is our rule."
"You are a pure Imperial citizen, why would you question it?"
"Do you really not want to retire?"
Mr. Shen roared:
"I'm no saint, I definitely want to retire and enjoy my retirement life."
"But, damn it, not now!"
"As soon as I handle Hong Kong's affairs, I will definitely retire and return to London immediately!"
These words did not move the other party,
"I regret to say, you have made the wrong choice."
"Then I can only proceed officially and convey your attitude to the Grand Dukes."
"Your time is running out."
"Please cherish these last two days!"
Mr. Shen's heart stirred, and he frowned:
"What do you mean by that?"
The other party pondered for a moment, then still spoke the truth,
"As a friend, I shouldn't hide it from you."
"The Grand Dukes have made two preparations. If you retire immediately, the Grand Dukes will not pursue your mistakes."
"However, if you choose another path, then the Grand Dukes naturally have other means to deal with you."
"As far as I know, a certain Grand Duke has already greeted the Governor of Hong Kong."
"You will get the news very soon."
Mr. Shen scoffed:
"This method is very childish."
"The Governor can't control me."
The other party said indifferently:
"Is that so?"
"What if it's the ICAC?"
Mr. Shen frowned:
"What do you mean?"
The other party smiled slightly:
"Can the various matters between you and Little Tycoon be discussed openly?"
"For example, how much did you lose on the Tycoon's businesses for the sake of the so-called empire's future control over Hong Kong?"
Mr. Shen calmly said, "Business is about the future. Yes, at the time, it seemed I lost quite a bit, but in the long run, I earned it back several, even dozens of times over!"
The other party chuckled, "My old friend, I admire your business acumen."
"And it's true, just as you said, you always lost a lot at the time, but made it all back later."
"However, will those investigators care about such things?"
Mr. Shen's face changed drastically.
"What they care about is the transfer of benefits between you."
"Besides, do you dare to bring out your reasons?"
"If you really said it, you would become a lone wolf in Hong Kong's business community."
"No one will stand on your side."
"You know one fact: Hong Kong will definitely return to the Mainland's hands."
"We Anglo-Saxon businessmen can just pack up and return to our homeland, but will the local Hong Kong businessmen do the same?"
"They won't."
"Ultimately, they will be under the Mainland's rule in the future."
"Do they dare to agree with your view?"
"Even if they agree in their hearts, they wouldn't dare to say it out loud."
"Otherwise, the Mainland will devour them completely."
"And devour them completely without any psychological burden."
"My old friend, times have changed. It's better to come back early."
"Don't even think about doing anything else; you'll only be the one to suffer losses."
"The words have been said. The choice is yours."
"You don't have much time left."
"I look forward to our reunion in London. I'll treat you to the best whiskey then!"
Bang!
Mr. Shen slammed down the phone.
"A bunch of bastards, a bunch of short-sighted fools."
"A bunch of stupid white pigs!"
"Youths are not worth conspiring with!"
Mr. Shen was furious.
He didn't care about the Tycoon family's fate.
Originally, sending Little Tycoon to London for help was the last effort.
It would be best if it succeeded, but it didn't matter if it failed.
Anyway, through various means, the shares in the Tycoon's hands would naturally fall into HSBC's hands.
Did Mr. Shen really think he was doing charity?
Impossible!
He had a long-term vision!
If it succeeded, the Tycoon would certainly have to buy back these shares at a high price. Mr. Shen would not only gain goodwill but also earn sufficient profits.
Even if it failed, it didn't matter; HSBC's actual interests were already secured.
As long as the storm subsided and the Tycoon Group changed its helmsman, the stock price would naturally return to its rightful high.
It was a win-win situation, no matter what.
If the Tycoon family fell, then so be it.
The only regret was that the other party truly had their heart set on the Empire.
But there were still remedial measures.
It would just take a little longer.
He never expected that the gentlemen in London wouldn't even give him this time!
You are the direct beneficiaries of the Empire, and I, Mr. Shen, am still one step removed.
As a result, you actually do such things to me?
Simply incomprehensible!
Mr. Shen smiled bitterly and shook his head.
The rules of the Empire were always like this.
Mr. Shen sighed inwardly; the appetites of the Imperial aristocrats were growing, and their courage was also growing.
He had thought that seven billion hong kong dollars would deter the Imperial aristocrats.
But he never expected that they would dare to swallow it whole.
Did they really not know how much seven billion was?
It was enough to crush them to death!
How dare they?
Anyway, if it were him, he would absolutely not dare.
For a moment, Mr. Shen fell into a daze.
What on earth was happening in this world?
If Mr. Shen were to ask Lin Feng about this matter, the latter would certainly tell him:
"Have you heard the story of a child carrying gold through a bustling market?"
Is seven billion a lot?
So much it could scare people to death!
Unfortunately… Little Tycoon was throwing money around in London, and what kind of place was that?
The stronghold of the aristocratic gentlemen, their home turf.
In such a place, encountering someone who was throwing money around, if the aristocratic gentlemen didn't devour him alive, they would truly be letting themselves down.
Did Little Tycoon dare to resist?
Even if he dared to resist, they had plenty of ways to make him suffer.
Mr. Shen wanted to scare the aristocrats of London with the sheer amount of money… that was like building a granary specifically to scare mice.
Mr. Shen sighed inwardly, 'Alas, man proposes, God disposes!'
Being in Hong Kong, it was impossible not to be affected.
Mr. Shen was naturally no exception.
The Mainland's influence was multifaceted, and Mr. Shen inevitably wanted to leave his mark on history.
This was actually what his old friend didn't understand—'You're just a businessman, and to put it less politely, a high-level employee.'
What do you want to do?
The government isn't even anxious, but you are?
Reaching too far.
However, Mr. Shen had aspirations; he wanted to leave his name in history.
After the Anglo-Saxon colonial empire disintegrated, they planted mines everywhere to facilitate future muddying of the waters and thus secure benefits for the Anglo-Saxons.
In this regard, they had hundreds of years of experience.
The title "Europe's troublemaker" wasn't for nothing.
However, such things were usually done by the last colonial governments of the time.
Not by people like Mr. Shen.
Mr. Shen had long ago judged that Hong Kong was bound to return.
After the Mainland was founded, all its external wars were victorious!
How could they tolerate Hong Kong not being recovered at that time?
Even if Mr. Shen proposed the strategy of "exchanging sovereignty for governance" to Mrs. Thatcher, it was merely a last-ditch hope.
What if it succeeded?
The elders of the Mainland were not people he could fool; could the issue of sovereignty be discussed?
The failure of this strategy was almost inevitable.
Mr. Shen had laid out his plans long ago, and the Tycoon was one of the results of his planning.
He firmly believed that as long as his plan succeeded, Hong Kong would not completely sever ties with the Anglo-Saxons. Perhaps he could even gain continuous benefits.
By then, there would surely be a place for him in Anglo-Saxon history books.
How could such a temptation be understood by those greedy aristocrats?
Alas, a near success!
Those short-sighted fellows were going to target him!
Ring, ring, ring!
The phone suddenly rang. Mr. Shen picked it up and saw it was the Financial Secretary.
"Sir, why is your phone always busy?"
Mr. Shen looked at the phone on the table; he had thrown it to the ground. It would be a miracle if it could connect.
"I just received a call from London."
"Financial Secretary, is there something you need?"
"I'm not in a good mood right now."
The Financial Secretary's tone was anxious:
"Sir, you should retire quickly."
Mr. Shen's face turned cold:
"Are you also a lobbyist for them?"
The Financial Secretary smiled bitterly:
"I wish I were lobbying for you."
"I'm not here to lobby."
"Sir, you are in big trouble."
Mr. Shen was dismissive:
"What trouble do I have?"
The Financial Secretary smiled bitterly:
"I just went to the Governor's office, and he happened to receive a call from London."
"Headquarters demanded that the Governor take measures against you."
"The Governor has already called the ICAC. You should return to London quickly."
Mr. Shen's anger surged:
"What about the ICAC?"
"I conduct myself properly and am not afraid of investigation."
The Financial Secretary said helplessly:
"This matter may not be up to you."
Mr. Shen frowned:
"Why?"
"Can the ICAC still forcibly arrest me?"
The Financial Secretary grew anxious:
"London has already issued a notice, requesting assistance with the investigation here in Hong Kong."
"Even if Little Tycoon can get out, we don't know when."
"This case is causing a frenzy in London. Do you think they have no reason?"
"Sir, retire quickly."
"Otherwise, your lifelong reputation will be ruined in an instant!"
These words directly hit Mr. Shen's soft spot.
He could disregard other things, but he couldn't disregard his reputation.
If his reputation were ruined, it would truly be much more painful than killing him.
How terrible that would be.
Mr. Shen's tone softened:
"Let me think about it."
The Financial Secretary urged:
"Don't think too long; you need to make a decision quickly."
"Once the ICAC comes knocking, it will be too late to change your mind."
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Chapter 404: Mr. Shen: I have contributed to Hong Kong.
"Letting go of everything," is easier said than done.
Mr. Shen's face was gloomy.
Although he had agreed to the Financial Secretary's request, in fact, he had no intention of agreeing.
The ICAC's movements weren't that fast; he could still resist for a while.
What if he really could succeed?
Ding-a-ling.
The phone rang again.
Mr. Shen's heart skipped a beat; he was starting to fear this sound.
Who would be calling this time?
This time, it was Sir Li who called.
"Why would this old fox call me?"
In his eyes, Sir Li, who had established the so-called Golden Club, was also someone he could consider as an ally.
However, this old fox was not easy to control.
Mr. Shen was an Anglo-Saxon, born with pale skin, and it wasn't easy for him to establish roots in Hong Kong.
Sir Li had proper yellow skin.
He would side with whoever was in power.
No.
To be precise, he would cooperate with whoever was in power.
And while cooperating, he also wanted to gain more advantages.
That was Sir Li.
"I enjoy the benefits, you bear the disadvantages; a total non-stick pan."
"Mr. Shen, you should find a way to return to London immediately."
The old fox's words made Mr. Shen's heart jump into his throat.
"Why?"
Mr. Shen frowned deeply.
Sir Li's voice was slightly anxious:
"If you don't leave now, it will be too late."
"I just received news."
"The ICAC has already opened a file on you and is about to come for you."
Mr. Shen was startled and exclaimed in a lost voice:
"How did you know?"
Sir Li was very frank:
"You know I established a club, so you should know who the main members of this club are."
Mr. Shen thought back and was suddenly surprised:
"The Deputy Commissioner told you?"
Sir Li sighed:
"Mr. Shen, we are old friends. I have always relied on your care, but I have never been able to repay you."
"We from Mainland believe in repaying kindness."
"Now is my time to repay you."
"The Governor has ordered the Commissioner to investigate you immediately."
"I told the Deputy Commissioner to go see you tomorrow."
"No matter what, he has to delay it to give you some time to prepare."
Mr. Shen shook his head and sighed.
Would delaying help?
If it were other matters, he could indeed delay them.
But in the current situation, how could he delay?
The Governor himself had issued the order.
Mr. Shen did not think the Deputy Commissioner could delay it for long.
When the Financial Secretary called, Mr. Shen could still harbor some hope, as the other party was only stating his own judgment and nothing else.
However, Mr. Shen absolutely dared not take Sir Li's call lightly.
He was given firsthand information.
Mr. Shen was completely bewildered.
"Sir, thank you for your kindness. Let me think about it."
The Old Sir's voice rang out.
"Mr. Shen, he who hesitates is lost."
"The sooner a decision is made, the better."
"Even if it's a relatively wrong decision, it doesn't matter."
"Otherwise, when things come to a head, it will be too late for you to react!"
Mr. Shen smiled bitterly and nodded.
The Old Sir was not wrong.
Decisions should be made early; even a wrong decision is better than no decision at all.
"Thank you, Sir. Once I get through this, I'll treat you to a drink."
Sir Li laughed:
"That's why I called."
Mr. Shen thanked him once more.
Only then did he hang up the phone.
"The old man has something up his sleeve."
The Old Sir was openly warning him, confident that he had the ability to escape this sudden misfortune.
This was clearly a gesture of goodwill.
Of course, Mr. Shen would absolutely acknowledge this goodwill!
After hanging up the phone, Mr. Shen finally made a decision—return to London!
The noble lords of London wanted him to admit his mistakes? What a joke!
Once he admitted this mistake, he would truly never be able to recover for the rest of his life.
Mr. Shen had worked hard for the Empire his entire life, only to be branded as incompetent and muddle-headed in the end. Who could tolerate that?
He must return to London!
He must seek help from Thatcher.
Although the nobles in London were powerful, it was no longer a hundred years ago.
As long as he could meet Thatcher, he could naturally seek her help.
Would the noble lords dare to openly defy Thatcher?
Absolutely not!
This was Mr. Shen's chance!
Once he sorted out the matters in London, it would be his time to return and rise again.
The Empire's nobles would absolutely not dare to challenge the Iron Lady!
Yes, I'll go back immediately.
Thinking this, Mr. Shen immediately pressed the intercom bell:
"Book me the earliest flight back to London; I'm leaving immediately."
Time was pressing, and Mr. Shen could no longer afford to go home.
He was worried that if he returned home, the ICAC might be waiting at his door.
Although Sir Li said he would have the Deputy Commissioner try his best to delay, Mr. Shen knew very well that this was just a joke.
Sir Li was known as a "non-stick pan."
Don't even think about asking him to take responsibility.
Mr. Shen had a clear understanding.
He dared not stay any longer, or he would truly end up in the company of Little Tycoon.
Mr. Shen left the house and got into the car.
The driver asked:
"Sir, to the airport?"
Mr. Shen nodded slightly and instructed:
"I'm in a hurry."
The driver said no more, and the car sped off.
Mr. Shen watched the scenery outside the car rapidly recede, and for a moment, he didn't realize that his driver definitely didn't have such good skills.
The matters in London had consumed all his thoughts; these minor details no longer mattered to him.
Mr. Shen's face was grim.
Those noble lords targeted Little Tycoon, and he had only taught Little Tycoon how to conduct himself. Not only had he never obstructed their affairs, but he had even brought them a wave of unprecedented wealth.
As a result, they not only wanted him to step down but also wanted to completely destroy him!
How could he tolerate what was intolerable?
Since you treat me this way, don't blame me for fighting back.
The noble lords of the Imperial Capital were indeed powerful, but two wars had severely depleted their strength.
The power of the nobility was no longer comparable to what it was a hundred years ago.
Especially since the current head of the cabinet was Thatcher, known for her iron-fisted approach.
If she stepped in, even those prominent families would have to meekly behave.
Mr. Shen murmured:
"You forced my hand; don't blame me."
Thatcher's government was so poor it was red-faced; he didn't believe they wouldn't be tempted by the five billion in Little Tycoon's hands!
And this was Mr. Shen's bargaining chip for daring to return immediately.
Mr. Shen made up his mind, and only then did he have the leisure to look at the surrounding scenery. He looked out and was immediately puzzled:
"Huh, how did we end up by the sea?"
Just as he was thinking this, the car suddenly stopped.
Mr. Shen's mind was a beat too slow:
"Why did you stop?"
The driver smiled, opened the car door, and actually got out.
Mr. Shen was furious:
"I'm going to the airport! Why did you stop here?"
"Who hired you?"
"I'm going to fire him!"
However, the driver laughed even harder, opened the back passenger door, and actually pulled Mr. Shen out.
Mr. Shen was terrified:
"What do you want to do? Why are you so rough?"
The driver burst into laughter and became even rougher—he actually grabbed Mr. Shen's hair and forcibly dragged him down.
Mr. Shen finally realized something was wrong.
"You're not the driver?"
The driver sneered:
"Of course I'm a driver, but not your driver."
Mr. Shen's heart sank even further.
Suddenly, someone else said,
"Why are you wasting time with him?"
"Just finish him off and go back to report."
Mr. Shen then realized there were other people here!
No, it wasn't just a matter of people; it was a group of people here.
Even more bizarre, there was a cement mixer!
Mr. Shen's throat was dry, and he loudly demanded:
"What do you want to do?"
"I am the Mr. Shen of HSBC Bank. If anything happens to me, the Governor's Office will never let you off."
The driver chuckled:
"You've done so many wrong things to Hong Kong; do you think we can just let you go?"
Mr. Shen quickly said:
"A misunderstanding, it must be a misunderstanding."
"I am the chairman of HSBC. I have always served the citizens of Hong Kong. Please, brave men, don't be deceived by others!"
The driver spat at him.
"Do you think we don't know about the good things Little Tycoon did?"
"Who is backing him?"
"Do you really think we're blind?"
"I have to wait until night to go out on the streets now."
"To be honest, I've wanted to get rid of you for a long time!"
Mr. Shen's face turned pale.
Someone said:
"Don't bother with him, just put him in the barrel."
"When did you develop an interest in talking to dead people?"
The driver thought about it and agreed:
"You're right."
A young man with blue hair volunteered:
"I'll do it, I'll make sure the concrete is poured perfectly."
Mr. Shen began to struggle violently.
"No, you can't do this to me, I am an Anglo-Saxon noble, the chairman of HSBC, you can't do this to me!"
"Young man, you have a bright future, don't go astray!"
"I have rendered service to Hong Kong; if I am harmed, the Governors Office will turn over every stone to find the culprit."
"This will ruin you."
The young man with blue hair sneered coldly:
"Nonsense."
"Getting rid of you is eliminating a menace for the people."
"If it weren't for you, Foreigner, backing this, Hong Kong wouldn't be so chaotic."
"Of course, it's also because of this daytime chaos that my bar business is so good."
"But that's a separate matter."
"After I get rid of you, many people will thank me."
Mr. Shen's face turned ashen, and he said no more.
He had already figured out that these guys were not from the ICAC at all.
The other party was very likely from a Triad!
What else was there to say?
Slap!
Someone slapped the young man with blue hair.
"Why do you also have a hobby of talking to dead people, just like Jian Jun!"
"Have you forgotten what Brother Feng said?"
"Villains die from talking too much!"
The young man with blue hair said with a grin:
"Brother Fu, you and Brother Jun are both my role models!"
Li Fu completely ignored the clowning Lok Tin-hung, looking down at Mr. Shen:
"Since you once rendered service to Hong Kong, then I'll give you a chance to render service to Hong Kong for a lifetime."
Mr. Shen's hope was rekindled:
"Anything I can do, I will do."
Li Fu was very calm:
"Hong Kong has limited land and a large population, so land is very scarce."
"What's even more hateful is that once Hong Kong's property developers acquire land, they don't build on it; instead, they hoard it."
"They slowly release it after several decades."
"Your shadow is behind all of this."
"Since that's the case..."
"You will serve as the cornerstone and become a part of Hong Kong's offshore area."
Mr. Shen's pupils contracted; after all that talk, he still couldn't escape the fate of being encased in concrete!
He struggled even more violently.
Wang Jianjun stepped forward and said:
"This guy is annoying; I'll knock him out!"
Li Fu glared at him:
"Why knock him out?"
"Given the evil he has committed, he should naturally feel the pain clearly as he enters death."
"If you knock him out, aren't you helping him?"
Wang Jianjun lightly slapped his forehead:
"You're right!"
Mr. Shen screamed in terror:
"No, don't do this to me, please just give me a quick end!"
Li Fu said calmly:
"Don't worry, it will be over soon."
Mr. Shen still wanted to struggle, but Li Fu had no mood to listen to him.
The young man with blue hair, Lok Tin-hung, laughed gleefully and threw Mr. Shen into the oil drum.
Mr. Shen, a big man, had no ability to resist in Lok Tin-hung's hands!
Lok Tin-hung excitedly operated the mixer, and fresh concrete poured out. Mr. Shen struggled violently, but the concrete was all-pervasive, and soon he became still.
Li Fu pulled out a box of cigars and distributed them to everyone:
"Brother Feng instructed that everyone work a bit harder these two days; things will get better after this period."
"Our brothers' good days are coming."
The young man with blue hair, with good foresight, distributed cigars to the big brothers. Hearing this, he still scratched his head in confusion:
"Brother Fu, I think our lives are pretty good as they are."
Lok Tin-hung wasn't just flattering; he genuinely felt that his current life couldn't be more comfortable.
Who else had it as easy as him?
His woman had her own career, so he didn't have to worry about her at all.
The work he did was also full of his own enjoyment.
When he wanted to fight, there were countless people around him to fight with; it couldn't be happier.
Lok Tin-hung truly couldn't understand what was wrong with such a life.
Li Fu smiled:
"Brother Feng means that life will be even better in the future."
Lok Tin-hung chuckled.
The few of them smoked cigars and chatted about daily life. Half an hour later, Li Fu clapped his hands:
"Throw the oil drum into the sea, and our mission is over."
Lok Tin-hung couldn't help but click his tongue:
"Brother Fu, you made us stand here in the sea breeze for half an hour just to make sure this guy was dead?"
"Is it really necessary?"
"If you're worried, just shoot him twice."
Li Fu said calmly:
"I just want to make sure this guy isn't discovered for a short time."
"Brother Feng's plan is at a critical stage, and there can be no mistakes."
Lok Tin-hung repeatedly said:
"It's my fault, Brother Fu's consideration is more thorough."
Li Fu chuckled:
"Alright, throw this oil drum into the sea, and our mission is complete."
Wang Jianjun laughed:
"Brother Fu, you just go and be busy; leave the rest to me."
Li Fu nodded slightly.
Lok Tin-hung scratched his head and said:
"Brother Fu, didn't we just have new people join?"
"Why aren't they participating?"
Axe Jun was extremely speechless:
"Tin Hung, Xiao Bu went to Okamoto, and Chao Xian isn't good at fighting, it's not that Brother Feng doesn't trust them."
Lok Tin-hung pouted:
"If they want to join us, they at least need to prove their loyalty, right?"
Axe Jun stopped talking. It was clear that his thoughts were the same as Lok Tin-hung's.
Li Fu said softly:
"Don't you trust Brother Feng's judgment?"
"You shouldn't casually doubt your brothers."
Wang Jianjun also said,
"Brother Feng's judgment has never been wrong."
"Don't overthink it."
Li Fu smiled:
"Even if you overthink it, there's no problem; their workplaces aren't in Hong Kong."
Lok Tin-hung asked curiously:
"Then where are they?"
Li Fu shrugged:
"Okamoto."
Lok Tin-hung's mouth fell open:
"Okamoto?!"
Immediately, his gaze became exceptionally fervent,
"Can I talk to the boss about switching jobs?"
Li Fu said amusingly:
"If you want to switch jobs, Ah Bu would definitely be more than happy."
"His girlfriend is here, after all."
"The problem is, how do you tell Sai Sai Lap that you're going to work in Okamoto?"
Lok Tin-hung blurted out,
"I'll tell her that the boss demanded it, and she definitely wouldn't dare to refute."
Li Fu nodded slightly:
"That makes sense!"
"But what if Sai Sai Lap goes to verify with the Sister-in-laws?"
Lok Tin-hung was dumbfounded.
Indeed, that was something Sai Sai Lap would do.
The young hooligans who started out young knew best how to be observant.
Sai Sai Lap was now clinging tightly to the thighs of Shui Ling and Ah Min, and even Sister Thirteen, the only female hall master among the Hung Hing hall masters, got along extremely well with her.
When it came to managing connections, Sai Sai Lap was truly an expert!
Lok Tin-hung sighed heavily and fell silent.
Axe Jun asked:
"Brother Fu, did the boss say how to solve the water station problem?"
Li Fu looked at Axe Jun's nervous expression, and his heart stirred:
"Did Sun Yee On find you?"
Axe Jun gritted his teeth:
"They did."
Li Fu asked:
"Who found you?"
"Old Xiang or Lao Lin?"
Axe Jun said with a bitter face:
"Both of them found me!"
Lok Tin-hung clicked his tongue:
"Ah Jun, why didn't I hear you mention this before?"
The two of them were the leader and deputy leader of Hung Hing's action team, and they were always together.
Axe Jun gave a wry smile:
"Your only hobby is practicing, so wouldn't telling you this just needlessly disturb your interest in practicing?"
Lok Tin-hung said seriously:
"You're my brother, you should tell me about things like this."
Wang Jianjun asked curiously:
"Now that you know about this, what do you plan to do?"
Lok Tin-hung said righteously:
"I'll go warn Sun Yee On later; daring to bother you with such a matter is truly audacious."
Axe Jun broke out in a sweat, revealing a bitter smile.
Wang Jianjun was exceptionally speechless:
"Alright, you don't need to worry about this; I'll talk to Brother Feng later."