[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-hong-kong-1984":3,"chapter-hong-kong-1984-hong-kong-1984-building-a-cultural-empire-chapter-46":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Hong Kong 1984",{"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},2224030,4066,"Chapter 46: Wang Yu","hong-kong-1984-building-a-cultural-empire-chapter-46",46,"\u003Cp>In the banquet hall of the Peninsula Hotel, the crystal chandelier refracted a dazzling light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Qian-zi,\" Cheng Long said, approaching with a glass of champagne and lowering his voice, \"see that man over there in the dark blue suit? He's been staring at you since we entered.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiang Qian followed his gaze to a man in his early forties raising a glass in greeting. The man had stern features, eyes sharp as knives, and a faint smile playing on his lips; behind him stood two expressionless bodyguards dressed in black.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Wang Yu?\" Xiang Qian frowned. \"Why would someone from the Bamboo Union appear here?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Lin Qingxia had somehow appeared behind them. \"I heard he's been laundering his reputation lately, investing in several film companies.\" She took a sip of red wine. \"But everyone in the underworld knows he's still the second-in-command of the Bamboo Union.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Zhou Huimin gently took Xiang Qian's arm. \"Should we leave?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Don't panic,\" Xiang Qian said, patting her hand reassuringly. \"He wouldn't dare act rashly at an occasion like this.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No sooner had he spoken than Wang Yu crossed the crowd toward them, the sound of his leather shoes striking the marble floor unusually clear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Director Wu, long time no see.\" Wang Yu's voice was low, carrying a roughness unique to men of the underworld. As he extended his hand, a corner of a tiger-head tattoo peeked out from his cuff. \"Parasite was well made.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiang Qian shook his hand briefly. \"Is Mr. Wang also interested in films?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I recently invested in a film and television company.\" Wang Yu chuckled lightly, turning his gaze to Zhou Zhou Huimin. \"Miss Zhou is even more beautiful than on the silver screen.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Zhou Huimin nodded politely. \"Thank you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I hear Director Wu is seeking investment for his new film?\" Wang Yu said suddenly. \"I can provide the funds and guarantee no one will dare cause trouble on set.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cheng Long immediately interjected. \"Qian-zi's films have always been funded by Shaw Brothers.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yu narrowed his eyes. \"Run Run Shaw is old; now Xiangjiang belongs to the young.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The banquet hall suddenly fell somewhat silent, and several guests quietly glanced in their direction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next day, in the conference room of Shaw Brothers Studio.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Fang Yihua spread a stack of documents on the table. \"Wang Yu, 45 years old, second-in-command of the Bamboo Union, managing the gang's business in Hong Kong and Macau. He began laundering his reputation ten years ago and currently owns three film and television companies and five nightclubs.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Last year, he acquired a 20% stake in Taiwan's Central Motion Picture Corporation,\" Run Run Shaw said, adjusting his reading glasses. \"Now he is attempting to break into the Xiangjiang film industry.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Lin Qingxia flipped through the files. \"There is a characteristic about the films he invests in—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"He insists on using actors of his own choosing, and during filming, there are always 'staff members' loitering on set.\" Xiang Qian stared at the cast and crew list for Black Tide in the report. \"This is money laundering.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Late night, inside Xiang Qian's apartment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The phone suddenly rang, an unknown number displayed on the screen. Xiang Qian pressed speakerphone, and Wang Yu's voice came through:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Director Wu, have you considered it? My big brother arrives in Xiangjiang tomorrow; he very much wants to discuss films with you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In Run Run Shaw's study, sandalwood incense curled upward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Wang Yu is targeting Shaw Brothers this time.\" The elder stroked the dragon-head cane. \"They want to launder dirty money through films and, in the process, control the Xiangjiang film and television industry.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiang Qian frowned. \"Why target me?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Because you broke the rules.\" Run Run Shaw opened a drawer and took out a yellowed contract. \"Back then, they also tried to control Bruce Lee but failed. Now you are their new target.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moonlight streamed through the window lattice, illuminating the characters \"1973\" on the contract.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A rooftop in Central, rain pouring down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yu's suit was soaked through with rain, yet his voice remained unusually clear. \"Tomorrow at noon, VIP private room at the Peninsula Hotel. My big brother wants to see you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiang Qian wiped the rain from his face. \"What if I don't go?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yu sneered. \"The beauty salon Miss Zhou frequently visits lately seems to lack sufficient security.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A bolt of lightning struck, illuminating Xiang Qian's clenched fist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside the apartment, Zhou Zhou Huimin, wrapped in a blanket, watched the rain lash against the sea.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Should we call the police?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiang Qian handed her a cup of hot milk. \"It's useless; they have people within the police force too.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The phone suddenly rang again, Cheng Long's urgent voice coming through:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Just received news! The boss of the Bamboo Union is bringing over a dozen key members to Xiangjiang tomorrow!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next day, the front page of the Oriental Daily:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"500 Million in Gang Funds Floods the Film Industry! Bamboo Union Boldly Marches into the Movie Business\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the accompanying photo, Wang Yu stood with several men in black at the entrance of Shaw Brothers Studio, the headline shocking to behold.\u003C\u002Fp>",857,"2026-06-17T20:39:14.290Z",1,"Qwen3.5 397B","8fd627013cdd5e6ad31b5e753299f3a9ee442c413279ef2de251a2a5d581ab14","hong-kong-1984-building-a-cultural-empire-chapter-47","hong-kong-1984-building-a-cultural-empire-chapter-45",152,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fhong-kong-1984-cover.jpg"]