Chapter 181: Quick Transmigration: Film & Television Multiverse Chapter 25 — Wo Shing Wo Bows Its Head

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Protagonist:

Lin Hao

Lin Hao watched Da D's hesitant, vacillating expression — his face alternating between pale and flushed — and knew in his heart that this guy had already started to waver; he just couldn't bring himself to lose face yet.

So he struck while the iron was hot and continued, "Da D, don't keep stubbornly holding out. I'll show you a clear path. You put up some money — that's no real difficulty for you, after all, you've still got your own venue in Tsim Sha Tsui. Once you pay up, I'll announce publicly that A Le was redeemed with your money. That way, A Le owes you a favor, and everyone in the society will think you're righteous, willing to empty your wallet for a brother. And if you're still uneasy, worried A Le will keep competing with you for Talker later, I can do you a small favor: I'll get someone to break one of A Le's legs, so he won't be able to take part in any competition for a good while. Then what will he use to fight you for Talker? You'll smoothly become Wo Shing Wo's Talker, and with your methods, this bit of money will be earned back easily enough. Think it over — this is a sure-profit deal."

Hearing Lin Hao's words, Da D couldn't help but be moved; he carefully weighed what Lin Hao said and felt it actually made some sense.

If things could really be done as Lin Hao described, he would not only eliminate A Le, a formidable rival, but also gain a good reputation in the society — giving him an even greater advantage in the future Talker election.

But on second thought, if this got out, his reputation in the underworld would be ruined; people would say he resorted to any means for advancement, colluding with Hung Hing to deal with his own society's brothers.

Da D frowned and said hesitantly, "Lin Hao, your idea sounds good, but if word leaks, I won't be able to survive in the underworld — everyone will point at my spine, and Wo Shing Wo's brothers won't let me off either."

Seeing Da D's concern, Lin Hao smiled and said, "Da D, you're overthinking. As long as you and I don't talk, who would know? We each get what we need. Besides, in this underworld, who doesn't have a few tricks? As long as you become Talker in the end and build up Wo Shing Wo, the brothers will naturally support you — who would still bother about these things? Don't hesitate; decide now. This chance comes only once."

Da D's brows knitted tight, his eyes showing a trace of hesitation and doubt. After a long pause, he slowly asked, "Can you really break A Le's leg? Don't play me here — if you can't pull it off, I'll have paid the money for nothing, a complete waste, and end up a laughingstock."

Lin Hao looked perfectly calm, the corner of his mouth curling slightly, giving Da D a half-smile as he said, "Da D, I, Lin Hao, always deliver on my word. However, this also depends on whether you have the sincerity. As long as you put up two million, I'll call and arrange it right now — guarantee it's done clean and thorough. Even if A Le finds the best doctors, he'll only ever be a cripple, thoroughly crushing any thought of competing with you for Talker."

Da D's heart gave a "thump" at those words. Though he felt this was ruthless, the thought that removing A Le as a rival would let him sit more smoothly in the Wo Shing Wo Talker's seat made him grit his teeth, glare, and stare fixedly at Lin Hao: "Fine, I'll trust you this once. The two million is on me — you'd better not botch it."

Seeing Da D agree, Lin Hao didn't waste a word; he pulled out his mobile phone and dialed Han Bin's number. The moment the call connected, Lin Hao cut straight to the chase: "Brother Bin, got a favor to ask. Help me break one of A Le's legs — make it vicious. Even if he gets the best doctors afterward, he has to end up a cripple. If you handle this beautifully, I'll give you two million afterward, no going back on my word."

Han Bin on the other end seemed stunned for a moment, but quickly agreed: "A Hao, you're ruthless alright. But since you asked, I'll do it. Just wait for my news."

After hanging up, Lin Hao looked at Da D, his expression still calm, as if he'd just arranged some trivial little matter. Then he said to Da D, "Da D, just settling A Le isn't enough. You give me another five million, redeem the rest of them too — that way everyone saves face. As for your venue in Tsim Sha Tsui that Prince took, just treat it as a loss; let Prince keep it. From now on our two societies can coexist peacefully. Let's call it quits on this. Think it over — this is the most cost-effective solution for you."

Though Da D was still unwilling about the seized venue, he didn't dare quibble further now. After all, he'd already agreed to Lin Hao's earlier plan to break A Le's leg; if he reneged now and angered Lin Hao, there'd be no clean way out.

So Da D gritted his teeth and said resentfully, "Fine, that's it then. Count me unlucky. But I'm warning you — next time don't let me run into you again. If I see you again, it won't be this easy to talk."

Lin Hao merely smiled at Da D's words, but in his heart he thought: Hmph, you? Still want to contend with me? This time I've got you pinned; what happens later depends on my mood.

In this old car lot, the two men each harbored their own thoughts. This deal that seemed to have reached an agreement — who knew what waves it would stir in this underworld of surging undercurrents.

When Lin Hao and Da D walked out, Jiang Tiansheng and Deng Bo had just finished their talk as well. Lin Hao spoke up: "Mr. Jiang, Brother Da D is willing to put up five million and give up the Tsim Sha Tsui venue. Can we settle it like this?"

Jiang Tiansheng said: "If you've talked it out, that's fine. From now on Deng Bo's venue belongs to you — you'd better run it well. Release A Le and the others. Give Han Bin a little hardship fee."

Have to say, Jiang Tiansheng still plays by the rules — he didn't go for the kill. As for whether they had other private deals, that's unknown.