Chapter 258: The Wind Fills the Building

The children were full-month, Ruan Mei finished her confinement, and Wang Yan was finally much more relaxed. Of course, no matter how relaxed, he wasn't as leisurely as before. After all, there were two children to take care of, and he, as a father, couldn't ignore everything all day and run outside.

For this reason, amidst the sighs of a group of patients, the Divine Physician Wang withdrew from the world, temporarily retired, with an uncertain return date. The morning time that was freed up was changed to participating in research at the company, and the afternoon was mostly spent at home taking care of the children. This situation was estimated to last for at least a year, until the children could crawl and roll, before he would recover.

Just in time, by then, his villa on the hillside by the sea in the Northern District should be built, and he would move directly then.

And during this period, the people sent out to dig for talent in the old Soviet brother's territory also brought people back and had already participated in the research. To tell the truth, if these people couldn't be dug up this time, there would be no need to dig in the future. It was really that the experts and masters brought in with high salaries by Long Teng didn't have explosive scientific research capabilities, but they were quite strong. If he really waited until the old Soviet brother couldn't make it before taking action, the day lily would be cold.

By the way, Wang Yan also bought two ternary computers produced by the old Soviet brother before and brought them back to be dismantled for research.

Wang Yan naturally wanted to see them in person. However, after he saw and understood them, he was still somewhat disappointed. The volume was huge, and the parts were backward. Now binary computers were integrated circuit chips, but this thing was still relying on diodes, which was too far behind.

In summary, wanting to take the ternary path was a long and arduous journey. Perhaps the current development of binary had reference significance for the ternary he was researching, but correspondingly, this reference significance was also a cage for ternary, because the two were essentially different. Wanting to completely abandon binary was impossible; after all, the computers equipped in their laboratory were all binary...

In fact, Wang Yan had thought about whether it was possible for ternary to contain binary. After all, he was doing balanced ternary, which was "-1, 0, 1," while binary was "0, 1." Integrating the two to construct a new computer logic system that could be ternary or binary. But if so, why was he tossing that? After all, the significance of his research on ternary was to see the advancement of ternary over binary and break through the current computer limit to open up a new route.

However, with ideas, one had to experiment. A few months ago, he pulled another project team researching this aspect. He didn't lack money, and even less did he lack resources. What he lacked was only time and the flash of inspiration from scientific researchers.

And regarding the development of Long Teng Security, the New Territories had been taken down and had been deeply cultivated for two months. The work of clarifying the small hooligans in the territory, collecting management fees, etc., had been completed, and the manpower had been expanded and trained almost enough, basically ready to start.

In fact, it should have started last month. However, because his phone rang non-stop all day, frequently conducting personnel transfers and arranging various matters, it was heard by Ruan Mei.

She pulled him and wouldn't let him take action, saying something about accumulating virtue for the children...

Wang Yan was dumbfounded, but he didn't take action in the end, honestly taking care of his wife and children at home. Ruan Mei was kind-hearted; it didn't matter if those hooligan leaders lived for another month, it wouldn't hinder the big event sooner or later.

Earlier, he provoked hatred between other gangs when he had nothing to do, and the effect was quite good. Of course, Hong Kong gangs had decades of history, and the old grudges were not light. Before, everyone had friction, and the overall peace was to make money because it didn't affect the interests of the current big brother. Those who talked about hatred were mostly retired old men without the right to speak.

Now that Wang Yan was taking action, today a big brother died, tomorrow a red stick was gone, and the day after tomorrow several people died in a fight. The police were biased and checked the field of one side. Thus, bit by bit, this hatred came up. The big brothers in charge also dug up old grudges and started to fight with a teacher's name. It wasn't that there were no clear-headed ones, but if they didn't fight today, they would be corpses on the street the next day. Then it was internal fighting for power and profit within the gang.

Now, except for the New Territories controlled by Long Teng, other places were fighting into a pot of porridge. Of course, to act out the whole set, Long Teng also fought small fights every three days and big fights every five days with gangs in Sham Shui Po, Wong Tai Sin, and other places.

Hong Kong's prisons were all exploded, all of them were people who went in for fighting. The police naturally couldn't watch these trashes make such a fuss. After all, Hong Kong was the safest city in Asia and one of the safest cities in the world. Now making such a fuss was too shameful, so the police issued a strict notice to all gangs. These were things from half a month ago. Now the streets were very quiet, and they were all opening groups in prison.

And the current Hong Kong was just like the wind filling the building before the mountain rain.

The one who fired the first shot was Long Teng.

It was a week after the children's full-month. In an office at the Long Teng Security headquarters, eight men in suits and leather shoes with big back heads sat separately on both sides of the long table, looking at Wang Yan sitting in the top position.

This was the senior management of Long Teng Security. The lowest was level 10. Of course, this was Long Teng's structure. If it was according to the gang's saying outside, it was the big brother level who was in charge of one side. But to tell the truth, with Long Teng's status today, most of the hooligan leaders outside were not even worthy of carrying shoes for the lowest-ranking person here.

Wang Yan scanned a circle and said indifferently: "Talk about it, how are the preparations."

The eight exchanged glances, and finally the first person on Wang Yan's left hand answered: "Brother Yan, the main characters in each gang have long been figured out by us. Airports and wharves have all been guarded by our people, and the snakeheads who do smuggling and human trafficking have all been controlled. The main tasks in Hong Kong and Kowloon have also been seen by the brothers. Even if brothers make mistakes during the action, they can be covered. With Long Teng's strength, it is basically no problem to control the situation in Kowloon and the island for the first time."

"Basically?" Wang Yan looked at the big brother with the highest position in Long Teng Security: "What I want is foolproof."

With just this look, the cold sweat of that kid came down, and he hurriedly guaranteed: "Yes, Brother Yan, guarantee foolproof."

Not scaring him, Wang Yan asked: "What about those who walk powder, how is it?"

The subordinate on the side consciously replied: "Brother Yan, we have touched it for two years, and even had subordinates mix in and follow. The channels and factories are all clear. Moreover, Chief Superintendent Mu Hualiang and other police officers at all levels who have cooperation with us are ready, just waiting for our news to act together. Tonight, none of them will be able to run."

Mu Hualiang was promoted to Chief Superintendent. It was estimated that after today, he should be able to mix into a Superintendent. In fact, the credit was enough long ago, but it was a matter of seniority. But the position was too low. Before, he could lock up his Wang Mou for 24 hours, but now he couldn't even see his face.

This kid learned the lesson of the kid just now, and what he said was full of certainty. Wang Yan nodded: "What about the Zhongqing Society?"

"Talked to Mu Hualiang, only move the people below, and leave the Ding father and sons to us to deal with."

Nodding and just about to speak, the phone on the table rang. After Wang Yan answered and said a few words, he hung up and said: "I'm waiting for your good news, go do things."

"Yes, Brother Yan."

The eight responded and walked away respectfully.

Wang Yan walked to the window and lit a cigarette, looking at the scenery below.

Hong Kong and Kowloon gangs, except for Long Teng, the territories of other gangs were mostly crossed and not connected into one. Some even didn't have the ability and were still fighting for one or two streets with good business. Of course, it wasn't that they were willing to be like that, but mainly because their strength was not enough. Under the condition of similar strength, it was difficult to destroy other gangs. And what so-called loyalty and righteousness, once it came out, several old immortals would come out to be peacemakers and mediate in the middle.

Like Long Teng, there was no such thing. It was all established by Wang Yan, and his will was where Long Teng went. Of course, there were people who came to show off before, but after their legs were broken and their gangs were destroyed, there was no more. He had never joined anyone's gang, never worshipped anyone's hall, and whoever came to take big would have their legs broken.

Because of this, Long Teng was not welcomed in Hong Kong and Kowloon. But there was one point, everyone loved it—Long Teng had money and could make people make money.

In fact, other gangs had a consensus on Long Teng's expansion, but they just couldn't unite. Each family was fighting for power and profit internally, let alone externally? Plus the accumulated old grudges, it was also a case of surface harmony and inner discord. Moreover, although Long Teng showed aggressiveness before, it didn't show the intention of coveting Kowloon and the island.

And before the critical moment of survival, people were accustomed to self-release. Therefore, today, they should die.

As for the Ding father and sons, as a person who said what he did, he had promised Luo Huiling and Fang Ting, so he had to give an account.

Ding father and sons had been living quite well recently. Mainly because Ding Xie's luck started last time, catching up with the stock market crash and earning over 2 billion. Later, the luck became more and more prosperous, and they had a harvest in the stock market and daily business operations.

And although Ding Xie was mentally ill, he also knew how to learn. Knowing that he won once by luck, he had to make up for his homework if he had the chance. It was also because he suffered the bitterness of being sniped by Fang Zhanbo and Chen Taotao before, and his own family was busy but didn't know who was making trouble. Ding Xie led his precious sons to study together, and it was quite like a thing.

It was also because they studied, plus Ding Xie's good luck, that they made a lot of money this time. If they really didn't understand anything and just relied on luck to make money, Wang Yan would doubt whether he had come to a fantasy world.

From the finale of the original drama, it could also be seen that in the last battle with Fang Zhanbo, Ding Xie was no longer a layman who didn't understand anything. Although he might not be able to play it clearly, he was no longer the fool before.

With money, naturally, one wanted to consume—yachts, raising horses, buying land to build one's own house, etc., very dashing. Including other investment and development matters, they were also quite good. It didn't matter if they didn't have vision, but they had money. Although they were cleaned up by Wang Yan twice, Ding Xie admired the achievements made by Long Teng. Even if he didn't know what to do to make money, it didn't matter; just follow Long Teng, which was the smartest decision Ding Xie made. The businesses Long Teng did were really making big money, not to mention that the country hadn't developed yet, and Long Teng ate the early benefits. Many of Long Teng's investments in the country were long-term, the kind that took off directly in the new millennium.

Ding Xie didn't know what Wang Yan's purpose was, but he knew Wang Yan would make money. So except for some high-end ones they couldn't do, like real estate, international trade, logistics, manufacturing, and many projects in the country, they basically followed and played a few hands. If it weren't for this calamity of his Wang Mou, according to these existing arrangements, plus Ding Xie's good luck, Fang Zhanbo's stock war with the Ding family in 1994 would still not be able to win. And similarly, they could also take off after the new millennium.

However, it was a pity that their good days would end today, and they would no longer have the heart to ponder the distant future they couldn't see.

After smoking a cigarette, Wang Yan went downstairs to North Point.

The one who called was Long Jiwen, who had never broken contact, saying she found a delicious shop and invited him to eat and drink. Wang Yan had nothing to do, so he happily agreed to go. Although he hadn't refused much before...

However, he had a legitimate reason today. After all, he would be quite busy today, and the phone calls would be one after another at night. So in order not to affect his wife and children, he just didn't go home. If it weren't for Long Jiwen's invitation, he would probably stay at the Long Teng Security headquarters until dawn.

Found the place, Long Jiwen was already waiting at the shop door. Seeing the familiar car drive over, she smiled and waved: "Brother Yan, here."

Wang Yan honked the horn to show he saw it, parked the car, took the mobile phone and handbag, and walked to Long Jiwen: "Is this shop really as good as you said?"

"Of course. This shop makes Zhejiang cuisine. The taste might have a gap with Cantonese cuisine. I don't know if you are used to it."

"Won't I know after eating?" Wang Yan smiled: "I believe in you relatively. We have eaten together so many times, and the places you find are always not bad."

"That's for sure, I'm a gourmet." Long Jiwen smiled happily: "Let's not stand at the door, let's go in quickly. I ate it once last time, and thinking of that taste, I'm drooling."

"Is it that exaggerated?"

Wang Yan smiled and followed Long Jiwen into the shop, arriving at a private room and sitting down.

After ordering a table of signature dishes and drinking a sip of tea provided by the shop, he said: "How is business recently?"

Because Long Jiwen was filial and Long Chengbang cared, the money that was beaten to death and wouldn't be loosened before was also taken out. Long Jiwen opened a company here, doing beauty business. The benefit of having money was naturally reflected, directly with factories, R&D workshops, perfumers, and R&D personnel all in place. Designing, producing, and selling in one stop. Even a few storefronts were set up, decorated according to the big kitchen window specialty stores under Long Teng, specializing in experience stores and distributing big foreign brands.

"With Brother Yan's advice, of course, it's better than good."

Wang Yan smiled: "What advice, it's still your courage to believe my words. If you have difficulties, just tell me; how could I let your trust be misplaced? Also, the shopping malls built by Long Teng in the country early on will be put into use within this year. I'll give you a few positions then."

In fact, it was all because Long Jiwen had nothing to do and looked for him before. Maybe she really had nothing to talk about, so this woman wanted to do business, and he praised her a lot and claimed to have opinions.

Women's money was the best to earn; this was a consensus, and Wang Yan also recognized it. In fact, even the Body-Strengthening Pill, a product suitable for men, women, old, and young, was classified simply according to the customer data in the database, and women were greater than men.

The beauty industry had considerable potential, and the technical content wasn't very high, which was very suitable for a second-generation rich person like Long Jiwen. However, when he said the two words "beauty makeup," the first thing Long Jiwen thought of was doing agency and distributing big foreign brands.

This was a bit unpromising, so a series of ideas were all Wang Yan's. The reason why he still did distribution, just like Long Teng's early days, was to put his own products and those big brands in the same position to improve the grade, but in fact, they didn't sell much. The company Long Jiwen developed to now, Wang Yan's occasional guidance was the main reason.

Hearing what Wang Yan said, Long Jiwen laughed: "Then thank you, Brother Yan, for your care first."

Before, she didn't lack money and didn't do business, so she didn't feel anything. But after the company was built and was operating benignly, she seemed to have really found something she liked to do, issuing orders every day and watching the company grow day by day, which made her very happy.

Chatting for a while, dish after dish was served. Zhejiang cuisine, nothing fresh. In the real world, Wang Yan was mixing in Hangzhou, and most of what he ate was this. The master of this shop was also enough, level lv4, and the taste was not bad.

Long Jiwen looked at Wang Yan eating with eager eyes: "How is the taste?"

"Not bad, it's really delicious."

"Haha, that's for sure." Long Jiwen smiled and poured a glass of wine for Wang Yan: "A toast to Brother Yan, thank you, Brother Yan, for bringing me to make a fortune."

Wang Yan shook his head and smiled, raised his glass to touch hers, and drank it in one gulp.

The atmosphere between the two was harmonious, and they ate while laughing.

Lighting a cigarette and taking a puff, Wang Yan said: "Do you have anything to do tonight?"

"No." Long Jiwen asked suspiciously: "What's wrong, Brother Yan?"

"Go to your place in a while!"

This sentence was simple and rude, not an inquiry, but a certainty. Mainly, after eating and drinking, one thinks of that thing. He had known this Long Jiwen for more than a year. And most importantly, Long Jiwen clearly knew he had children, and she went to his wedding and the children's full-month banquet and gave gifts. Just like this, she still looked for him, a hooligan, when she had nothing to do—wasn't she sending food to her door?

For such a long time, Long Jiwen hadn't made a clear indication. Wang Yan just assumed she was embarrassed or hesitating, so it should be up to him to say it. Of course, he said it, but if she refused, he wouldn't force it. Once the relationship was clarified, don't contact each other in the future.

How to say, Long Chengbang had six wives. Long Jiwen grew up in such an environment since she was a child, and she didn't receive much love when she was young, and there were a bunch of brothers and sisters bullying her. Resisting this kind of thing was inevitable. But from another perspective, it was precisely because she grew up in that kind of environment that her acceptance was stronger than ordinary people.

Hearing Wang Yan's words, Long Jiwen was stunned.

After a while, she nodded with complex eyes, and in the end, she didn't refuse.

Wang Yan smiled, extinguished the cigarette, and stood up directly to hug her: "Let's go."

Long Jiwen said "hmm," her body stiffly leaning in Wang Yan's arms...

The place where they ate was North Point, and Long Jiwen also lived in North Point in Hong Kong, not far away, just a few steps. At such a distance, I don't know if Long Jiwen had any small thoughts when she invited him to come before. However, that didn't matter. After all, whether she had thoughts or not, she had reached this step, and saying anything was useless; she was definitely going to be taken down.

Long Jiwen wasn't a virgin either; she had had boyfriends before. What she was like before, Wang Yan didn't investigate, nor did he think about checking. But through this in-depth communication, feeling Long Jiwen's initiative revealed in her unfamiliarity, it could be concluded that she hadn't lived for a long time.

This activity lasted until midnight. After washing up, Long Jiwen had long since run out of energy and fell into a deep sleep. Wang Yan, wrapped in a bath towel, sat on the sofa in the living room, biting a cigarette in his mouth, boredly picking up a book and reading it.

Although the strength and execution of his subordinates were quite enough, it was hard to guarantee there wouldn't be any omissions. If it wasn't done cleanly today, Hong Kong and Kowloon would be chaotic tomorrow, which was what he didn't want to see. So he also had to pay attention here and grasp the progress at all times.

At the same time, in a villa area.

The security guard in the monitoring room was also staring at the screen in front of him with full attention. The people living here were either rich or expensive. Even if they were ordinary security guards, that income was stronger than many other jobs. And this job wasn't something ordinary people could do; they were all retired soldiers or professionals who had received training to be competent.

Suddenly, a gun was pressed against his head. The security guard gave a start, subconsciously wanting to shout a warning. But feeling the coldness of the silencer pressed into his mouth, he finally held back his voice, just the gun pressed against his throat, making him unable to help but retch. The peripheral vision he saw was a pitch-black pistol. Looking at the length outside, he instantly understood: silencer, professional gunman, recidivist.

Suddenly, a gun was pressed against his head. The security guard jumped, instinctively wanting to shout a warning. But feeling the cold metal pressing into his mouth against his teeth, he finally held his tongue. With the gun barrel pressed against his throat, he couldn't help but gag. Glancing out of the corner of his eye, he saw a pitch-black pistol. Seeing the length protruding, he instantly understood: silencer, professional hitman, habitual offender.

"Group one in place."

Hearing the voice, he knew there was more than one group, meaning at least six people.

Then, the room was quiet. He controlled his breathing, trying not to attract attention, and didn't even make a struggling movement. That technique, he had learned, couldn't be untied, and struggling was futile. What awaited him was the unknown. The reason for the judgment in his heart was just his professionalism.

Didn't see the face, didn't have a word of dialogue, shouldn't die, he thought.

But in his mind, he couldn't help but flash across his old mother who was alone in the world and suffering from illness, his wife who was beautiful and moving in his eyes, and their crystallization, the cute and beautiful little angel given to him by heaven.

Thinking of these, the corners of his mouth, which were stuffed and parted, raised slightly.

He wasn't afraid of death, just afraid that he hadn't given them a good life. The company had bought them large insurance, and if he died, it should be enough for them to live very well, he thought...

At the same time, outside a villa in the villa area, six masked strong men hid in the dark. Hearing the news from over there, one person raised his hand to make a tactical action, and then rushed out directly, and the five people behind followed without hesitation.

Exposed under the street lamp, clearly visible, were the black pistols with silencers they held, and even one person could be seen carrying a submachine gun.

Several people moved neatly over the high wall, then divided into groups of three, separated, and the other group touched the front to observe. After circling around and confirming that there were no ignored hidden personnel, the six people who reunited gently opened the window and dived in.

Afterward, in groups of two, holding guns in both hands, they quietly dispersed and opened the doors of each room to check.

After a careful check, only in a small room in the corner, an older nanny was sleeping soundly.

A gun-holding man put away his gun, felt a bottle and a handkerchief from behind his waist, then gently twisted the bottle, poured the liquid inside onto the handkerchief to soak it, and gently covered the nanny's mouth and nose with the handkerchief. After more than ten seconds, he took it away.

After cleaning up, the strong man held the gun again, and the group went upstairs. After another detailed search, they found a somewhat fat man sleeping with an enchanting woman in a big room.

The man took out the handkerchief that had just been soaked and covered the man's mouth and nose directly.

This man was somewhat awakened. Feeling the movement, he suddenly opened his eyes, looked at the masked man in front of him, and subconsciously wanted to struggle, wanting to reach his hand under the pillow, but his eyes became more and more blurry, more and more hazy. He closed his eyes, and he knew nothing.

The man was a bit worried, took out the bottle and soaked it again, covered it again, until someone behind gave him a push, and then he let go. And at this time, the enchanting woman had long been handled with the same technique and was sleeping soundly.

Then, several people worked together, pulled a big quilt to wrap the man. In the process, the enchanting woman who was naked was right in front of them. The man who had just confused the man couldn't help but take a few more looks. He recognized that woman; it was a certain star who had become popular recently. He even had a poster of this woman at home. Thinking of this, the man couldn't help but step forward and touch her chest. Then he flew out...

A man behind looked at him coldly, and he shivered, couldn't care about the pain in his body, and hurriedly followed several people to carry the quilt-wrapped man away.

In the monitoring room, the security guard heard a burst of keyboard operation sounds, as well as several sounds of dismantling the machine case, followed by a burst of footsteps moving away.

He let out a long breath; he knew he was safe.

But he was also a bit regretful. Not only did he not get private money, he didn't get high compensation, and he might even lose his job...

The process was not exactly the same, but the result was roughly the same scene happening in various places in Hong Kong and Kowloon. Some were taken away while sleeping and unaware, some were detected in advance and shot twice before being taken away. There were also those who exploded with amazing potential, ran out of the danger zone, urgently contacted subordinates and found they couldn't be contacted, knew something big was wrong, and ran all the way to the wharf or the snakehead's place.

At the same time, the police team, which had been prepared for half the night, attacked, suddenly surrounded a common small warehouse, suddenly went to the door to arrest an ordinary honest person, suddenly visited the unknown underground of a certain nightclub, suddenly arrived at a compliant factory...

The subordinates under Long Teng Security in various places were suddenly called up and left the Long Teng territory, arriving at Sham Shui Po, Wong Tai Sin, Kowloon, Yau Tsim Mong, Kwun Tong, and some even crossed the sea to the island... ===== CHAPTER 259 =====

At the same time, a police task force that had been prepared all night, fully armed, launched an attack, suddenly surrounding an ordinary small warehouse, suddenly showing up to arrest an ordinary, honest man, suddenly visiting the unknown underground of a certain nightclub, suddenly arriving at a compliant factory...

Long Teng Security's underlings, whose homes were scattered everywhere, were suddenly summoned out of Long Teng territory, arriving in Sham Shui Po, Wong Tai Sin, Kowloon, Yau Tsim Mong, Kwun Tong, and some even crossed the sea to the main island...