Chapter 16

With the addition of Han Bin's faction, plus many hall masters and old uncles adding money, Guan Zu's total funds suddenly rose to 90 million Hong Kong dollars.

Although it was a lot of money, Guan Zu's funds were scattered across hundreds of stocks, with only a few million in each, and it was guerrilla-style, so the bookmakers couldn't detect it at all.

Such a large scale of funds directly frightened the Wan Chai Police Station, the O-Unit, the Narcotics Bureau, and the Wealth Investigation Group.

A gangster society, actually accumulating money to this terrifying extent?

It's simply outrageous!

Unheard of!

This matter even eventually alarmed the Commissioner of Police, who personally inquired about it.

In the Commissioner's office,

"How did this Hung Hing society accumulate so much capital?"

"Have you investigated the source of their funds?"

The Commissioner was a foreigner named Johns, who personally summoned Superintendent Zhang Wenyao of the Wealth Investigation Group for questioning.

Although Zhang Wenyao was a person with flexible bottom lines, he dared not fool the Commissioner of Police on such matters. He had seriously investigated Guan Zu and the others' funds.

"Reporting to the Commissioner, there are 18 accounts operated by Guan Zu this time. Except for Guan Zu's own, the others belong to various Hung Hing hall masters and retired old gang members."

"Guan Zu's own account has 40 million. It entered the stock market when it was 10 million and has tripled in half a month... I have already checked his initial 10 million in funds; it is very legal and clean, from bars, stock gains, horse racing, and various other ways, and there are tax records that can be checked."

"As for the other 17 accounts, this Guan Zu is quite cautious. They are separate accounts, not under Guan Zu's name, so we have no way to prosecute him for illegal fundraising."

"We have collaborated with technical personnel from the Financial Secretary's office to carefully check these accounts, and each one has a legal source and has paid taxes legally."

The Commissioner frowned: "So you mean, all this money from Hung Hing is legal?"

Zhang Wenyao nodded: "Yes."

He then took out a document: "This was just sent over by the tax audit personnel from the Financial Secretary's office, explaining the legality of these funds."

Commissioner Johns picked up the document and looked at it; it had the stamp and signature of the person in charge of the audit department.

"Alright."

Commissioner Johns put down the document and nodded,

"Since it's legal, then don't worry about it."

He waved his hand, letting Zhang Wenyao leave.

Not long after, Commissioner Johns summoned Situ Jie, the Chief Superintendent of the O-Unit, and asked for his views on the recent situation of Hung Hing. Situ Jie had been paying attention, so he answered fluently.

Finally, the Commissioner said: "These gangsters should just be gangsters, why are they messing with stocks and making so much money? If it's like this now, what will happen in the future?"

"Don't we need to save face for the police force?"

"You O-Unit people need to keep a close eye on them for me. I don't want any society to become the sole dominant force!"

"Yes, sir!"

Situ Jie saluted and took the order.

Prejudice is like a big mountain.

No one thinks gangsters can have so much money; if they do, it must be black money.

Whether to deal with the inquiries from superiors or to deal with the doubts of citizens, the Commissioner must take action against these gangsters.

Then Commissioner Johns made another call to the Public Relations Branch.

This department was specifically for news within the police force—press conferences for major cases, major police actions, or news were all organized by this department, so it held all the news media resources in Hong Kong.

Not long after, the head of the Public Relations Branch, having received the Commissioner's instructions, ordered their capable subordinate Fang Jiexia to use the media resources in their hands to announce two pieces of news to all of Hong Kong:

First, Guan Zu is a Hung Hing gangster.

Second, the money in the stocks is all black money (the police would not admit this was said by the police).

Major media outlets received the instructions and cooperated one after another.

The next morning, all the newspapers in Hong Kong reported on Guan Zu on their front pages.

"Explosive News: Great Philanthropist Guan Zu is actually a Hung Hing gangster!"

"Philanthropist? Or a hypocritical villain? Let us understand Guan Zu's rise to wealth in detail."

"..."

Citizens all over Hong Kong were surprised,

"What the hell?"

"Isn't he a hero? Didn't he save many people?"

"Didn't he do a lot of good deeds?"

"How can he be a gangster?"

"How can he be a gangster?"

A tea restaurant on a street corner was already bustling, with steaming heat and noisy human voices, some bowing their heads to taste the hot dim sum in front of them, some talking loudly, or reading newspapers...

At this time, a thin old man in slippers said: "No way, that great philanthropist who is always on TV doing charity is a gangster?!"

Another middle-aged man in a suit and tie said: "I always thought he was a serious businessman. After all, they brag about him doing charity every day. I didn't expect him to be a gangster."

"Gangsters doing charity? Too fake..."

"Isn't that right," the old man shook his head dissatisfiedly, "The newspaper says his wealth accumulation process didn't involve doing anything good..."

"Bullshit, the time he saved people in the car accident was real!"

"Who knows? Maybe it was staged."

Someone started arguing.

And in Causeway Bay, the reaction of the neighbors was different; they were all very angry.

"These newspapers, insinuating things, are simply abominable."

"So what if Ah Zu is a gangster?"

"I think someone just wants to mess with Ah Zu."

The public opinion of the neighbors was overwhelmingly in support of Guan Zu.

Do you understand the gold content of a 50% approval rating!

The Peninsula Hotel,

10th floor, a certain room.

Guan Zu was finishing his tunnel-boring machine work, and the phone in his hand kept ringing.

They were all calls from various Hung Hing hall masters.

They were facing this kind of overwhelming public opinion pressure for the first time, and they were a bit panicked, and also a bit... flattered!

Usually, they were bugs in the gutter; the media didn't have the time to scold them.

"Brother B, don't panic. Such a large scale, it's obvious someone is taking action to mess with us. Who else could it be? It can only be the police."

"Why are we afraid of them? If they could investigate us, they would have already. They are making such a big scene, which shows they have no way to deal with us."

"Jiang Sheng, don't worry, our funds are fine, why are we afraid of them?"

"Can't we gangsters play the stock market? I'm not afraid of all the gangsters and their families in Hong Kong complaining them to death!"

Do you understand the gold content of the hundreds of thousands of gangsters in Hong Kong and their millions of family members and friends?

It took half an hour,

Guan Zu comforted each hall master and uncle one by one.

He felt these people were very boring and too timid. They had all stayed in the gutter for too long; as soon as they saw the sun, they wanted to hide.

After the clouds cleared and the rain stopped, Shao Anna stroked Guan Zu's chest.

"I didn't expect you to be a gangster..."

"Wrong, I'm not a gangster, I'm a legitimate businessman!"

Guan Zu said righteously!

In a flash, a week passed.

Every day, Shao Anna would release news about how many millions or tens of millions Guan Zu had made.

Guan Zu, the Stock God!

A winning streak wealth myth!

The citizens of Hong Kong were jealous to the point of madness. Damn, is making money this simple?

And,

What made the citizens of Hong Kong even more speechless was, are the police all idiots and fools?

Didn't you say he used black money?

Guan Zu is making big money every day, and you haven't taken any action.

Why don't you arrest Guan Zu? Is it because you don't want to?

So many citizens went to call and complain about the police's inaction, wasting taxpayers' money.

The police force: "............"

Damn!

Is it that we don't want to arrest him? But we can't find Guan Zu's handle, what can we do!

There were even many reporters and righteous people who ran to the police headquarters on Arsenal Street to block the Commissioner's No. 1 car.

"Commissioner, why don't you arrest Guan Zu?" a reporter asked.

"Commissioner, are you colluding with Guan Zu?" a righteous person asked angrily.

Inside the No. 1 car,

Commissioner Johns: "..............."

With a constipated face, he felt like he had lifted a rock only to drop it on his own feet.

Fuck you, why is that Guan Zu so good at playing the stock market?

In a flash, another week passed.

This week,

Guan Zu was undoubtedly the most talked-about person in Hong Kong every day, and citizens discussed him every day.

"He made big money again!"

"I heard he made another 10 million plus!"

"Seeing him make money hurts more than killing me!"

"A gangster, how can he?!"

"Police, eat shit!"

"These newspaper media are idiots, reporting Guan Zu's black material every day, but they can't catch a single hair of Guan Zu."

"Now I even suspect that all that black material was made up by the media themselves."

"I heard from a friend in Causeway Bay that Guan Zu's charity work is serious, not an act."

"Damn, who knows what stocks Guan Zu is actually buying."

"Why do I go to buy stocks and lose everything?"

"I always feel like the stocks are staring at my account; when I sell, it rises, and when I buy, it falls."

Finally, on the last day,

Guan Zu saw that the "Hong Kong Stock Future 30-Day Prediction Card" had only one day left, so he instructed Shao Anna without any attachment.

"Clear all the stocks, I'm leaving the market."

"Ah? Clear all?"

Shao Anna turned her head in shock to look at Guan Zu, her passage tightening, she was startled.

"Some things, you have to know when to stop." Guan Zu also wanted to continue buying, but the rare item "Prediction Card" had been used up, and he didn't know when he would be able to obtain such a card next time.

"But..." Shao Anna still wanted to persuade him, after all, she had been buying along with him every day and making a lot, a lot of money.

Guan Zu: "Do as I say..."

Shao Anna helplessly: "Okay!"

Guan Zu added: "Also, say hello to the media, I'm going to hold a press conference."

An hour later...

In a conference hall at the Peninsula Hotel, reporters from all over Hong Kong had arrived, thirty or forty of them, covering TVB, ATV, *Ta Kung Pao*, *Wen Wei Po*, *Sing Tao Daily*, *Hong Kong Commercial Daily*...

And Guan Zu stood on the stage, accepting the filming of countless flashes.

After a chaotic period, the scene began to become orderly.

"Miss Lok, you go first..." Guan Zu pointed to Lok Wai-ching, an acquaintance.

Lok Wai-ching was excited: "Thank you, Mr. Guan. Now all the citizens of Hong Kong know that you have made a lot of money in this month. May I ask why you are suddenly stopping and not continuing?"

Guan Zu was serious: "I am a person who believes in Feng Shui. I went to Wong Tai Sin to draw a lot, and it said that I shouldn't continue after today. It also reminded me: when things are full, they will spill; one must know how to be content, and being too greedy will bring disaster upon oneself."

Wong Tai Sin?

Now many reporters were buzzing.

"Mr. Guan, can you win consecutively in the stock market because of Wong Tai Sin's instructions?"

"No comment."

"Mr. Guan, do you believe in Wong Tai Sin very much?"

"Yes."

The reporters present were all letting their imaginations run wild.

It must be Wong Tai Sin, otherwise, there is no way to explain why a gangster like Guan Zu is so good at playing the stock market.

In Hong Kong, Feng Shui metaphysics is very popular, and the most well-known event is the "Central Feng Shui Battle."

The first to bear the brunt are the three buildings—the HSBC Building in Central, the Bank of China Tower designed by I.M. Pei, and the Cheung Kong Center of Li Ka-shing.

And the Wong Tai Sin Temple?

It is the most prosperous place for incense in Hong Kong. Many reporters at this very moment couldn't help but want to go to the Wong Tai Sin Temple to draw a lot, hoping to get guidance from Wong Tai Sin to get rich.

It took a full 10 minutes for the restless atmosphere of all the reporters to slowly subside.

"Mr. Guan Zu." ATV reporter Fang Siwei stood out, "May I ask what you have to say about the reports about your triad background and money laundering during this period?"

All the reporters were energized; they were back to the main topic.

Regarding this, Guan Zu had already prepared a draft.

"Sometimes, one's life is not something one can choose just because one wants to."

He looked sincere and recalled his past days; he had awakened his past life's wisdom, so he had experienced the hardships of growing up in Hong Kong since he was a child.

"My biggest expectation when I was a child was to be a cop."

"Why? Because when I was a child, my family was very poor, and my mom and dad worked at a fruit stall every day... But life was difficult at that time; setting up a stall meant being exploited by those cops, and being charged protection fees by gangsters... So I was determined to be a cop to protect my family."

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"Unfortunately, before I was old enough to apply for the police force, gangsters came to cause trouble. I was young and hot-blooded at the time, so I fought with them. In the end, my parents were hospitalized, and I was hospitalized too..."

"Then there was no other way, so I joined the society. With the society's protection, my family's life got a little better."

He wiped his hands, and tears flowed!

(Jimmy: He stole my lines...)

Some reporters were born into wealthy families, so they didn't feel much about this.

But most of the reporters had climbed up from the bottom, and they knew what Guan Zu said was the true portrayal of all gangsters in Hong Kong. Many gangsters didn't really want to be gangsters, but had no choice and were forced to be. Hearing Guan Zu's words, they couldn't help but be moved.

There were even three reporters who had personally experienced it, and hearing Guan Zu say this, their eyes couldn't help but turn red.

Guan Zu looked at the reporters' reactions and smiled in his heart.

His experience was seven parts true and three parts false; family poverty was true, but joining the gangsters wasn't because he was forced, but because he thought being a gangster was cool.

Why did he hold this press conference?

Naturally, it wasn't for some kind of showing off in front of people; Guan Zu would never have such thoughts.

Everything he did had a purpose.

People's prejudice is like a big mountain.

Many citizens didn't have much reaction to gangsters, but many citizens, the police force, and the government had prejudices against gangsters.

And Guan Zu didn't want to encounter this kind of prejudice.

So he needed to create a persona for himself.

He was forced.

He didn't want to be a gangster either.

"One's birth cannot be chosen, but the path one takes can be chosen."

Guan Zu used the onion method, his eyes red, continuing to maintain his tragic persona,

"It was Wong Tai Sin who saved me, telling me to do good deeds, and that good people will definitely be rewarded."

"So I have always been keen on doing good deeds."

"In the past year!"

"I have donated a total of more than 10 million in charity funds. The donation organizations are the largest charity organizations in Hong Kong: The Community Chest of Hong Kong, the Red Cross, and the Children's Foundation. You can check the specifics..."

"Many media reports previously said that I was just putting on an act for charity. I hope that from today on, the media can help me clear my name..."

"Finally,"

"I, Guan Zu, like doing good deeds!"

"I am willing to take a sum of money from this stock market gain to support Hong Kong's charity cause!"

Reporter: "I wonder how much money Mr. Guan is taking out for donation?"

Guan Zu held up two fingers: "20 million!"

Guan Zu wanted to try and see if this 20 million could trigger a big reward.

"20 million?"

As soon as these words came out, the whole audience was shocked.

A gangster, actually donating 20 million at once!

People's prejudice is like a big mountain, and these reporters were the same; although they heard Guan Zu say he had donated more than 10 million before, they didn't really believe it.

Now Guan Zu was taking out 20 million at once, which shocked them greatly.

The next day,

Guan Zu's interview yesterday was reported by major newspapers.

It attracted the attention of many citizens.

"Damn, that Guan Zu became a stock god because of Wong Tai Sin!"

"No wonder he kept winning in stocks!"

"I keep losing in stocks, it turns out it's because I didn't worship Wong Tai Sin."

"Screw the boss, I'm not going to work today, I'm going to Wong Tai Sin to burn incense!"

Most citizens almost all focused on Wong Tai Sin as their first reaction.

Only a few citizens were paying attention to Guan Zu donating 20 million.

Police headquarters, Commissioner's office.

"Charity?"

"Joke!"

Commissioner Johns looked at the newspaper and sneered, slapping the table.

Obviously, this Guan Zu wants to wash his image?

But, you gangsters also want to turn the world upside down!

Johns felt very unhappy when he thought about being surrounded and blocked by a group of reporters for the past half month, and even being questioned by the Chief Secretary for Administration!

But soon he couldn't help but think of the Wong Tai Sin Temple.

"Could it really be the Wong Tai Sin Temple?"

"Why do I pray to God every day, and God doesn't give me stock tips?"

"Could it be that God is not accustomed to the local environment?"

Night

The Peninsula Hotel.

Inside a private room,

Guan Zu stood, holding his wine glass high, the red wine rippling, behind him was the night view of Victoria Harbour outside the window.

At this time, in the private room, Jiang Tiansheng, Uncle Hing, Tai Lo B, Chen Yao, Prince, Ba Ji, Fat Lai, Beautiful Mother, Ma Wang Jian, Han Bin, Thirteen Sister, Dinosaur, Fine Eye... basically everyone was there.

And in another private room, Chen Ho Nam, Sheng Fan, and other confidants who were there to drink soup also came.

Guan Zu looked at the whole room, his voice passionate:

"Elders! Brothers!"

"Thank you very much for your support. This stock market investment has come to a successful conclusion!"

"Cheers!"

Everyone picked up their glasses, raised them, and clinked them.

"Cheers!"

"Thank you, Ah Zu, for taking us to get rich together!"

Everyone was extremely happy and kept thanking Guan Zu.

Jiang Tiansheng invested 10 million this time, and after splitting it with Guan Zu, he made 20 million, which was a huge profit, and he was in a very good mood.

At this time, he naturally had to return the favor!

He stood up: "Everyone, it's been almost a month since the last meeting, and the Mong Kok branch should also make a decision..."

"According to the previous agreement, we need to choose one person from Sheng Fan and Guan Zu to be the hall master of the Mong Kok branch."

"We won't waste time holding another election; let's just get it done today."

Everyone heard this and agreed.

"Okay!"

"I agree!"

"The one-month period has arrived, the hall master returns to his position!"

Jiang Tiansheng smiled: "Then raise your hands. Those who support Sheng Fan as hall master, raise your hands!"

Next door, Sheng Fan: "............"

I, the candidate, don't even have the qualifications to be on the scene?

This is too much of a joke, right?

Do you really think I'm easy to fool just because I'm not smart enough?

But on second thought, it's better that I'm not on the scene; if I were, it would be a public execution.

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"Come, Brother Sheng Fan!"

Chen Ho Nam held a wine glass and toasted Sheng Fan.

"Brother Ho Nam!"

Sheng Fan was extremely polite.

Now everyone had made money following Guan Zu, and everyone was harmonious, just like real brothers.

Next door private room,

As Jiang Tiansheng's "Those who support Sheng Fan as hall master, raise your hands" fell, the hall masters remained motionless, smiling without saying a word.

Jiang Tiansheng: "Okay, no one chose Sheng Fan."

Next door Sheng Fan: Sweating profusely~~~

The gap is too big!

Jiang Tiansheng: "Next, those who support Guan Zu as hall master of Mong Kok, raise your hands!"

Swish swish swish~~~~

One by one, raising their hands was like raising flags.

Unanimously passed!

Guan Zu took us to make money, shouldn't we return the favor?

Jiang Tiansheng smiled: "Okay, since that's the case, congratulations to Guan Zu for becoming the hall master of Mong Kok."

"Wait a minute..."

Just then, Tai Lo B raised his hand and spoke.

Jiang Tiansheng: "???"

Hall masters: "????"

Guan Zu also looked at Tai Lo B in surprise.

Amidst the strange gazes, Tai Lo B stood up and said emotionally:

"Jiang Sheng, brothers, and uncles..."

"Here, I, Si B, want to overstep my bounds... Ah Zu has been with me for 10 years, and he can be considered to have helped me build the empire. The time Ba Bi almost caught my wife and daughter, it was Ah Zu who helped block it. It can be said to be a life-saving grace!"

Tai Lo B looked at Guan Zu, deeply sincere: "Ah Zu! In Causeway Bay, most of the neighbors support you. You have a good reputation and are most suitable to be here. So I want to go to Mong Kok. I used to hang out in Mong Kok anyway, so I'm more suitable than you."

"So,"

"The Causeway Bay branch, I'll leave it to you!"

Giving Causeway Bay to me?

Guan Zu was caught off guard!

He was moved.

Causeway Bay is Tai Lo B's base camp. He didn't expect Tai Lo B to make such a sacrifice and give it to him.

And, Causeway Bay is indeed more suitable for him than Mong Kok!

He has a large mass base here, and many ideas and plans that he can boldly test in Causeway Bay. But in Mong Kok, the difficulty would be much higher.

"Thank you, Brother B!"

"I'll finish this glass!" Guan Zu didn't pretend; he picked up his wine glass, toasted Tai Lo B, and drank it all in one go.

"Hahaha~~ Good!"

"Superiors and subordinates getting along, brothers in harmony—this is a fine story in the underworld!"

Uncle Hing slapped the table and laughed.

As an older generation, what he feared most was infighting, because he was afraid of being wiped out by infighting. What he loved most was brothers in harmony. With a harmonious Hung Hing, he could have a good end.

Other uncles also praised and complimented them one after another.

If this spreads, Hung Hing will also have face in the whole underworld.

Look at you (Tung Sing, Wo Shing Shing, Hung Lok, Hung Sing) fighting and killing, then look at our Hung Hing, harmony brings wealth!

Ba Ji gave Tai Lo B a thumbs up: "Ah B, I didn't expect you to be so broad-minded!"

Other hall masters also praised Tai Lo B for his noble character.

Secretly hating in their hearts: Damn, why don't I have such an awesome person under me?

Dinosaur thought of Sheng Fan and couldn't help but want to go over and beat Sheng Fan up on the spot. How can there be such a big gap between people?

A celebration banquet, everyone was happy.

At this time,

Guan Zu was full of ambition!

Finally!

He finally became a hall master and the boss of a region!

Next, Causeway Bay is his territory, and he can wantonly wield his pen and start his business empire.

Start the company!

Get the councilor position!

Wash the image and get ashore together!

By the way, annex other surrounding societies!

The goals are just these few, realize them one by one!

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