[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-from-the-god-of-medicine-a-journey-through-film-":3,"chapter-from-the-god-of-medicine-a-journey-through-film--from-the-god-of-medicine-a-journey-through-film--chapter-13":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","From the God of Medicine: A Journey Through Film and TV Worlds",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2333939,4564,"Chapter 13","from-the-god-of-medicine-a-journey-through-film--chapter-13",13,"\u003Cp>The next day, Wang Yan received a call from Ni Yongxiao, who gave him an anonymous account.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan noted it down and offered his thanks without further comment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Afterwards, Wang Yan took Li Yun to the bank to check—the account held exactly ten million U.S. dollars, and he changed the password.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After leaving the bank, the two immediately went to a law firm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They hired a capable lawyer to handle Wang Yan’s company registration matters—lawyers knew how to save money.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t that Wang Yan didn’t want a famous lawyer; it was that those big-name lawyers had connections no ordinary man could match—ministers, bureau chiefs—they were leagues above Wang Yan’s level.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan had the lawyer register several holding companies for him—all for future use—with the parent group named “Long Teng Group.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He then instructed Li Yun to begin recruiting large numbers of high-quality subordinates.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As always, Wang Yan’s reputation was large enough—many imprisoned gangsters had spread his name. Almost every low-level gangster on Hong Kong Island now knew Wang Yan and wanted to join him. For a gangster, following a well-known boss was invaluable. Many came to apply; after rigorous screening, the elite and talents were selected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, the police had planted numerous undercover agents—inevitable, since Wang Yan was clearly planning something. Honestly, Wang Yan welcomed them: undercover agents were elite cops, carefully selected, pragmatic and adaptable—exactly the kind of talent he needed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After finishing these tasks, he told Li Yun to bring in several people skilled in financial trading.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Within three hours, Li Yun had gathered three such professionals—all deeply in debt to loan sharks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan gave them some information and told them exactly how to operate. He then offered encouraging words and sent a few subordinates to follow them. As for threats? Didn’t they know how they’d been brought in? Didn’t they know what Wang Yan did? That was the greatest threat of all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Over the next month, his power grew steadily—all prior orders had been issued; he didn’t need to micromanage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One month later, the money Wang Yan had borrowed had doubled again, reaching over twenty-five million U.S. dollars.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He dared not dump all that money into one venture—he didn’t understand markets well enough and risked getting crushed. He split the funds into smaller portions, playing Mobile Corps Commander-style trades. With his flawless intelligence, the returns were substantial.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then Wang Yan boarded a flight to San Francisco.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was, by his reckoning, his first time in this free, democratic, peaceful America—and he felt no great excitement; it was just another place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He checked into a hotel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next day, after searching, he contacted the local Chinese gang organization: the Hongmen. Many Hongmen bosses of this era had lived through war and contributed to their homeland’s liberation; many still carried loyalty to their country.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan approached them because they were fellow countrymen—he had a foundation of trust.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was nervous about meeting the Hongmen boss—these were ruthless killers, commanding thousands, with organizations of tens of thousands. If talks failed, they might just gun him down—he was strong, but not invincible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortunately, the boss was decent—he still had feelings for his kin and hadn’t been blinded by luxury. To Wang Yan, a young upstart from Hong Kong, he showed genuine mentorship and treated him well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In truth, this boss was merely a junior figure within the Hongmen—but their organization spanned the globe, dwarfing Wang Yan by miles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan said to the boss: “Big Brother, I’ve come seeking your help.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The boss nodded and said, “Go ahead.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan continued: “I’d like you to help me poach a company’s entire team. I’ll pay you one million U.S. dollars as a finder’s fee.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The boss said it was nothing—though he didn’t know why Wang Yan wanted some small company’s tiny team, he could earn a million just by speaking. He hoped for more such jobs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Thank you, Big Brother. Here’s the check for one million.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The boss took it without even looking—since reaching his position, no one had dared deceive him. Not a single soul.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Through Hongmen connections, Wang Yan effortlessly spent a little money to acquire C-CUBE’s MPEG technology—personnel and all. The R&D staff, under Wang Yan’s financial pressure, raised no objections and collectively relocated to Hong Kong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back in Hong Kong, Wang Yan first arranged the American R&D staff, gave them direction, and ordered them to combine MPEG with VCD technology. He issued urgent development orders: money and manpower would be provided without limit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After settling them in, Wang Yan immediately flew to Old Brother Su’s territory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Old Brother Su had only a few days left—he was about to collapse. At least let him sip some broth to warm his stomach.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Upon arrival, Wang Yan found a Chinese translator and, after much searching, contacted a general. Though over a month had passed, chaos still reigned—no one knew what the future held. Power was to be seized now, or lost forever. These men, holding authority, were looting wildly—foreigners were two ranks below them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The general held real power—he knew exactly why Wang Yan had come. If Wang Yan asked, he’d sell anything. He didn’t waste time with small talk—he asked directly: “What do you want?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan asked what he had. The general listed a long inventory—mostly military gear, weapons, etc. As for civilian goods, he said: “Whatever you name, I’ve got it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan didn’t know the history—he’d assumed only the immediate past offered opportunities. Now, with the general’s words, he understood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He then listed a long array of items: guns, cannons, lathes, machines, and more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The translator was stunned—this guy was insane, asking for everything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stammered the list to the general. The general listened carefully—this concerned his future happiness; he had to pay attention.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After listening, he paused thoughtfully—he now understood what kind of player Wang Yan was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He replied: “No problem. I can get you all of it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After haggling, they reached an agreement. Including miscellaneous supplies, Wang Yan spent over thirty million U.S. dollars.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, payment wasn’t made all at once—it was a continuous process.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He sent a subordinate to open a Long Teng branch in the mainland to handle local affairs, receive equipment, and gather materials.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then Wang Yan began traveling the world, brokering deals, securing useful items for himself, copying documents or blueprints of less useful items for others, and selling everything globally for U.S. dollars.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After connecting with the Hongmen, he also acquired American goods.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Large items he got through the Hongmen’s big boss; small, secret, high-value items he kept for himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He kept shuttling back and forth like this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Naturally, despite his secrecy, rumors spread. His cutthroat business drew retaliation from various factions—pursuit, ambushes, blockades.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan didn’t back down—he was here to make money. Why should he tolerate others? He led his elite subordinates and fought them head-on.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan, fearless and skilled, had never fired many guns or killed anyone before—but now he’d seen real combat. Others trained on static or moving targets; Wang Yan trained on live opponents. With his superior physique, sharp mind, keen senses, steady hands, and precise aim, his gun skills had already reached Level 2 proficiency.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After killing people, Wang Yan felt different—clearly so. First, his hand-to-hand combat grew fiercer. His skills in Sanda, MMA, Muay Thai, Israeli Krav Maga, boxing—all improved dramatically. His strikes became lethal, each move designed to kill. He could feel his combat skills were nearing a breakthrough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Second, a psychological shift: he began unconsciously treating everyone as insignificant. Few could meet his gaze—he saw them like insects. This was terrible for him, and he searched desperately for solutions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Having overcome his psychological barrier to killing, and with his spatial ability, he was practically cheating. His hands were stained with dozens of lives; enemy gangs were retreating. But Wang Yan wasn’t a god—he got wounded often.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The risks were great, but so were the rewards: all the equipment, lathes, and machines he acquired from Old Brother Su were shipped to the mainland. His bank account had also swelled considerably.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for Ni Yongxiao’s money—he repaid it in less than half a year. What Ni thought, no one knew.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once all this was settled, he sat down to thoroughly assess his organization’s actual situation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Previously, Li Yun had only reported via phone—details were lacking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Based on Li Yun’s detailed report, Wang Yan now understood the full scope of his growth over the past four months.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>During this time, his subordinates had expanded to over five hundred. All were carefully screened from applicants—each possessed strong personal qualities. They were all employed by Wang Yan’s newly founded Long Teng Security Company, with excellent benefits. There were thirteen ranks; salaries were paid by rank—the lowest, Rank 1, earned five thousand per month, with full insurance. To pay his men, Wang Yan spent nearly four million per month.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan’s pay scale had spread across Hong Kong—gangsters were envious. He knew the next open recruitment would draw even more applicants. He’d also created a dilemma for every gang boss on the island: comparison was deadly. Though gangsters shouted and swaggered daily, their actual earnings were pitiful. Many couldn’t even cover expenses, let alone pay salaries or insurance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Previously, everyone was the same—so it didn’t matter. But Wang Yan’s pay was genuinely high. Hong Kong’s average income was only five or six thousand, and competition was fierce. With Wang Yan offering five thousand, other gangs’ men began to think: “You’re my boss, yet you live in luxury, flaunting power. We bleed and sweat for nothing? No one would tolerate that.” Gang members across the island grew restless; the underworld had become unnervingly quiet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gang bosses sensed the eerie calm—the stillness before the storm. This could become a revolution in Hong Kong’s underworld—and revolutions always spilled blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Helpless, the bosses could only curse Wang Yan while desperately paying their men to calm them down. They promised: “We’ll start paying salaries too.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, their pay would never match Wang Yan’s—but at least they stabilized their men and preserved their authority.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With five hundred subordinates, his current territory was clearly too small. These men were all aggressive and fearless—Wang Yan’s pay was too good; if one hesitated, ten others would rush in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan’s area was not a prosperous district, so it was controlled by scattered, minor gangs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Long Teng swiftly swallowed these scattered gangs, meeting no serious resistance. Then, Wang Yan imposed his rules and reorganized them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Local shop owners welcomed Long Teng’s arrival—business flourished under their management. No harassment, theft, or robbery—people came willingly, and business boomed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After Long Teng Security’s founding, subordinates collected debts accompanied by lawyers. They presented employment contracts, explained legal clauses clearly, appearing utterly legitimate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some, seeing Long Teng as easygoing, tried to challenge them—refusing to sign contracts or pay. But they forgot their own history—they were the ones who’d been beaten before. They forgot what Long Teng did. For such behavior, they received the traditional gangster treatment—free of charge. Within two days, they came crawling back, begging to sign contracts, their earlier bravado vanished. One chicken killed, the monkeys obeyed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His territory had reached its limit. Further expansion would require direct confrontation with major gangs—he wasn’t ready yet. He needed slow, steady growth; too fast and he’d lack manpower.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan also founded a logistics company: Long Teng Logistics. It was his original trade—labor-intensive, high-volume. Employees were first hired from subordinates’ families; outsiders came only after. This move, following his high pay, won his men’s loyalty again—when your whole family works for me, if you still don’t fight for me, I’ll kill you.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His men didn’t disappoint—they trained obsessively. That was all they could do. Wang Yan bought a building in the suburbs, using threats and bribes without spending much. He planned to turn it into a fitness center, hiring coaches to train his men regularly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan also built a shoe factory, hiring female relatives of his subordinates. They made pirated goods—small profits, but not the point. It was meant to win their loyalty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the future, Wang Yan would establish more companies. In a few years, he’d be able to provide for everything in life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile, the police stared in disbelief at Wang Yan’s operations—never had they seen a boss so clever. He collected protection fees, yet committed no other crimes; his territory was thriving. He even signed contracts for protection fees. Aside from territorial fights, he was a model citizen. But instead of relaxing, they watched him more closely than ever.\u003C\u002Fp>",2090,"2026-06-20T21:08:40.823Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","7dba15a7228fe950d9f6cfcf744163e729c895b5eb52b7a54f308f38482026b4","from-the-god-of-medicine-a-journey-through-film--chapter-14","from-the-god-of-medicine-a-journey-through-film--chapter-12",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Ffrom-the-god-of-medicine-a-journey-through-film--cover.jpg"]