[{"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-17":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},2333943,4564,"Chapter 17: Chapter Seventeen: Domination","from-the-god-of-medicine-a-journey-through-film--chapter-17",17,"\u003Cp>On the way to Long Teng’s headquarters, Wang Yan called Ni Yongxiao to invite him for afternoon tea.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arriving at the headquarters, Wang Yan looked up at the towering Long Teng Building, his spirit soaring with ambition.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leading his men into the building, everyone inside who saw Wang Yan enter stood respectfully, staring in silence. There was no choice—Long Teng was too powerful, Wang Yan too formidable. In Hong Kong Island, no one didn’t know Long Teng, no one hadn’t heard of Wang Yan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan took the elevator straight to the top-floor conference room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside the conference room, dozens sat in silence—each one a powerful boss outside, yet not a sound came from them here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was a Long Teng policy. Whether they were gangsters from the security company or staff from other Long Teng industries, anyone promoted to Level Ten must report to headquarters for promotion training and evaluation. Depending on their career path, training covered military drills, Long Teng values, Long Teng’s development plan, and essential managerial skills. After successful promotion, they underwent regular ongoing training.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The reason for this was to gradually etch Long Teng’s rules into their very bones.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Long Teng’s grassroots recruits underwent rigorous screening; those who climbed step by step to Level Ten were truly one in a thousand. Their quality was more than sufficient—even security company members who refused to be gangsters could still build successful careers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At Level Ten, they became Long Teng’s managers. Once these leaders were properly shaped, the lower ranks would imitate them, and over time, they’d be influenced. Combined with Long Teng’s growing strength, the promotion threshold kept rising. This two-way linkage continuously elevated Long Teng’s overall quality.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A junior pushed open two heavy doors, and Wang Yan slowly walked into the conference room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Wang Yan enter, everyone seated stood up in unison: “Brother Yan.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan nodded and sat at the head seat: “Sit down.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The juniors sat down in unison.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching them all seated, Wang Yan said: “You all know why I called you here.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I won’t waste words. If with Long Teng’s strength you can’t handle a few old bastards, go back and start over from Level One.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The juniors shouted in unison, assuring him there’d be no problem. Joking? Going back to restart now? They weren’t even sure they’d rise again—new recruits in Long Teng were ferociously aggressive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan was confident too, but he still had to say it—there was always a chance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m waiting for results. Words mean nothing. Ah Yun, is everything set in Thailand?” Wang Yan looked toward Li Yun seated below.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Yun replied: “Brother Yan, rest assured. We’ve been watching Jiang Tianyang for three months—guaranteed no slip-ups.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ah Fei, how’s your side?” Wang Yan turned to Fang Hongfei.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Hongfei rose to power during the New Territories takeover, having personally killed several East Star members—he was fearless, ruthless, and willing to kill.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Hongfei said: “No problem, Brother Yan. This time, the Five Tigers of East Star will turn into sick cats—not one will escape.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan nodded, then asked others and gave detailed instructions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, Wang Yan set the time: 11 p.m. tonight, sharp action.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone chorused “Yes,” then returned to prepare—tonight, Hong Kong Island was destined for chaos.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Three months ago, Wang Yan had already ordered his men to begin tracking and monitoring the bosses of every syndicate—he intended to seize control of Hong Kong Island’s underworld in one stroke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn’t claim absolute secrecy. With an organization as large as Long Teng, rumors were inevitable. Wang Yan had spent his first three months spreading disinformation to confuse the waters. Just among those in the meeting, some were confirmed moles. Wang Yan didn’t care—they’d reached Level Ten, earning over a million in annual salary alone; whether they still passed intel to the police was debatable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Besides, with the police, Wang Yan threw money around freely—just ensure they stayed out of his way. They knew exactly what kind of player Wang Yan was—he wasn’t someone they could afford to provoke. Even legal methods could make them suffer terribly, let alone dirty ops—so they all took the money and did their jobs quietly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some syndicates also planted moles in Long Teng to get early warnings and respond promptly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan had already prepared for this. Each Level Ten boss led trusted juniors to prepare weapons—only revealing the plan one hour before action. In that one hour, every airport, dock, and station was filled with Wang Yan’s men—he didn’t believe those old bastards could escape.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After making these arrangements, it was nearly time for his meeting with Ni Yongxiao.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Last time, Wang Yan went to Tsim Sha Tsui to meet Ni Yongxiao. This time was different. Wang Yan now dwarfed Ni Yongxiao—there was no comparison. So it was Ni Yongxiao who came to the New Territories to meet Wang Yan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arriving at the tea house, Ni Yongxiao was already waiting outside, just as Wang Yan once had. What surprised Wang Yan was Chen Yongren standing behind Ni Yongxiao.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Wang Yan step out of the car, Ni Yongxiao stepped forward with Chen Yongren, extending his hand from afar: “Brother Yan, ha ha, it’s been so long!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan smiled and shook his hand: “Ha ha, Brother Xiao, truly it’s been too long.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He released the handshake, nodded to Chen Yongren, and said: “Enough formalities. Let’s go inside.” He led the way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They sat down. After the server poured tea, Wang Yan and Ni Yongxiao caught up—mostly Ni Yongxiao lavishing praise, which Wang Yan thoroughly enjoyed—who didn’t love flattery?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Throughout, Chen Yongren stood silently to the side. This was Wang Yan giving him face—otherwise, Chen Yongren wouldn’t even have Zige  to stand near.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After some idle chatter, when Ni Yongxiao’s compliments seemed exhausted, Wang Yan dismissed the server, and all irrelevant personnel quietly left.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside the private room remained only Wang Yan’s elite junior, Ni Yongxiao and his brother, and Wang Yan himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Wang Yan’s actions, Ni Yongxiao straightened his posture, adjusting his seat to show respect. He didn’t make Chen Yongren leave—though Ni Yongxiao was cruel, Chen Yongren was his half-brother. He’d performed well these past years and still had potential. Besides, Wang Yan’s status was too high to touch lightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan sipped tea and said: “Brother Xiao, you know me—I hate pointless formalities.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ll be direct.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ni Yongxiao leaned forward, listening intently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I won’t hide it—Long Teng begins action tonight. We’ll net every syndicate boss—those old bastards won’t escape. One by one, I’ll send them all to feed the fish.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing this, Ni Yongxiao stiffened. Though he’d known this day would come, he hadn’t expected it so soon. Barely four years had passed, and Wang Yan had reached this point.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If not for Ni Yongxiao’s earlier help with connections and favors, if Wang Yan hadn’t once shown him kindness, tonight he’d be among those fed to the fish. None of these men were decent—they deserved no better fate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though stunned, Ni Yongxiao said nothing. He knew Wang Yan had summoned him to spare him. Otherwise, a bullet to the head would’ve been simpler than wasting breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yongren also stiffened at those words. Wang Yan casually spoke of dozens of lives—and the future of Hong Kong’s power structure. Years had hardened him; though internally shocked, his face remained expressionless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan observed both reactions and continued: “You, back then, introduced me to channels—you helped me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m giving you a way out. You know I’m closely tied to the mainland.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Long Teng is anti-drug. You know how you made your money. Not a single cent will you take. Send it all to the mainland for charity—it’ll earn you some merit.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“As for your overseas businesses and personnel—I won’t interfere. I’ll leave you some assets.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan asked: “Do you have anything else to say?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ni Yongxiao hesitated, wanting to speak, then sighed heavily, slumping in defeat—finally saying nothing. He knew Wang Yan sparing him was already generous—he had no choice. Why waste words?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Ni Yongxiao accept his fate, Wang Yan said no more. He’d come himself out of respect for the elder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He sipped tea, stood, and headed out with his junior—almost at the door, he remembered Han Chen and the others.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan turned to Ni Yongxiao: “Your bookmakers today—you’ll handle them cleanly, right?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Ni Yongxiao nod, Wang Yan glanced at Chen Yongren, then turned and walked away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan’s memory was good, but not perfect—he hadn’t achieved photographic recall. Four years in Hong Kong, constantly learning new things and handling countless affairs, even his clearest memories had faded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whether Ni Yongxiao had uncovered the truth about Ni Kun’s death or not, they’d all die anyway. On one hand, Wang Yan forced it; on the other, these subordinates disrespected their boss and were insatiably greedy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for Chen Yongren—though the protagonist, though the one who issued the quest—in Wang Yan’s eyes, he was a minor figure, an afterthought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After giving orders on takeover procedures, Wang Yan stood on the top floor of Long Teng’s headquarters, gazing over Hong Kong Island, savoring the solitude of a victor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Night. Eleven p.m.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A gunshot rang out—the great upheaval of Hong Kong’s underworld had begun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As if a signal, gunshots erupted across Hong Kong Island. Long Teng juniors, dressed in neat black suits and armed with clubs and weapons, stormed every syndicate’s territory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every syndicate boss and his inner circle were attacked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lo Tuo, the Five Tigers of East Star, Big D, Jiang Tianyang—all killed, none survived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every syndicate’s territory was overrun; their juniors scattered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Overnight, apart from Long Teng, no organized syndicate remained in Hong Kong Island.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Capable people at every level had already heard why the city was in chaos. Once they understood, all were stunned by Long Teng’s power and ruthlessness. Without concrete proof, they thought Wang Yan had gone mad.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For decades, Hong Kong’s syndicates had never seen such dominance. Others had dreamed of it, but with tangled interests and rival powers, it remained only a dream.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan was different—he had money, men, no entanglements with other forces, and the backing of his homeland. Only through a series of coincidences had this succeeded—otherwise, how could he have survived so long? Did he think the foreigners were made of clay? Wang Yan would’ve died countless times over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next day, Wang Yan briefly reviewed the situation, then handed everything to his subordinates.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had many other matters: reporting to Old Zhang on the mainland, calming Hong Kong’s foreign elite.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no choice. With organized syndicates wiped out, countless low-level gangsters lost restraint. These men thought themselves above heaven and earth—Hong Kong would be unstable for a while.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was not a situation the mainland or the foreigners wanted. The mainland needed stability; the foreigners needed image and profit. A peaceful, prosperous Hong Kong served both.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the following days, Wang Yan remained busy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, after massive payouts, Wang Yan promised to resolve everything within two months.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After calming both sides, Long Teng launched a large-scale cleanup across Hong Kong Island.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Same old tactics—but this time, Wang Yan was fully prepared, personnel ready, execution swift.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Long Teng fully dominated Hong Kong, its power swelled rapidly, now facing a far larger population needing resettlement—a long, immensely complex task.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To resettle more people, Long Teng expanded into manufacturing, services, energy, real estate, communications, shipping, and more. It survived only because of high profits from high-end products like VCDs—otherwise, such spending would’ve bankrupted Long Teng long ago.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan didn’t handle details—these were managed by his growing brain trust and Level Ten+ personnel across industries. Wang Yan only used his foresight to steer the big picture, keeping Long Teng on course. The upper hand directs people; the lower hand works. He had neither the ability nor energy to micromanage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two months passed swiftly. Long Teng had largely controlled Hong Kong Island, maintaining surface stability and prosperity. Complete control, however, couldn’t be achieved overnight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What puzzled Wang Yan was that two months had passed. Ni Yongxiao had killed all his bookmakers and fled to Canada—yet the system still gave no quest completion notice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Logically, with all the bosses dead and no further need for him, why hadn’t the system reacted?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan puzzled over it, then ordered his juniors to investigate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After the investigation, Wang Yan understood: Chen Yongren had been tricked again into going undercover within Long Teng. And during these two months of takeover and nationwide cleanup, Chen Yongren had shown exceptional organizational and operational ability. Long Teng promoted the capable—and Chen Yongren had risen, reaching Level Three in just two months.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan was speechless. This kid was truly an idiot—easily manipulated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had no interest in Chen Yongren’s psychological state—it had nothing to do with him. He only cared about his quest—when would it finish?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This unification of Hong Kong had been somewhat reckless. The “Infernal Affairs” plot had ended here. The characters were gone or dead—what future remained? If things continued like this, the quest might never complete.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When he first gained the system’s mental boost, many childhood memories returned. Having lived through two worlds, over eight years, Wang Yan’s experiences had been rich and varied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In just eight short years, he’d lived more than most do in twenty—more vividly, more intensely. Wang Yan increasingly felt his mind couldn’t bear it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without hesitation, he ordered a junior to bring Chen Yongren to him.\u003C\u002Fp>",2243,"2026-06-20T21:08:40.823Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","6e00fef751b1f05431219938fd951c8e756400e1a6e5a37025fe8f41c0b95510","from-the-god-of-medicine-a-journey-through-film--chapter-18","from-the-god-of-medicine-a-journey-through-film--chapter-16",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Ffrom-the-god-of-medicine-a-journey-through-film--cover.jpg"]