Chapter 116: Wu Feng: Brother Ji, you mustn't stir up trouble!

"Mr. Qiu, please don't mind!"

Wu Feng said with a smile: "I have no ill intentions; otherwise, we wouldn't be meeting here!"

Qiu Degen could clearly sense the confidence in Wu Feng's demeanor; he was somewhat surprised inside but did not show it, as he was, after all, one of the most prominent business Big Brothers in Hong Kong.

Having made his fortune since the era of the Four Great Sergeants, his experience and insight went without saying; what kind of storms and waves had he not encountered?

It was just that, although Wu Feng was a highly successful film Dadaheng, he carried himself with the air of a triad Big Brother when out and about, which felt quite bizarre.

He naturally understood the implication in Wu Feng's words; if he hadn't come with goodwill, he likely would have been intercepted halfway.

While startled, he was not particularly afraid; unless Wu Feng was determined to stop walking the straight and narrow, such an act of interception would be a provocation against the entire Hong Kong business community.

Wu Feng would certainly not be that unwise; he just wanted to tell Qiu Degen that he possessed such strength.

Regarding the Red Mansions of Hong Kong, he felt quite baffled.

They were clearly so wealthy, yet their spending on bodyguards was not very impressive.

For a Red Mansion with a net worth of ten billion like Qiu Degen, if Wu Feng had the mind to, as long as he grasped the pattern of his movements, it would be too easy to manipulate him.

The situation for the other Red Mansions was no better.

Otherwise, how could the emergence of the so-called "Century Thief King" have been allowed?

The number of bodyguards surrounding third-tier minor celebrities in later generations was likely higher than that of most Hong Kong Red Mansions at this time; did they really think no one dared to touch them?

It was only because the Mainland had proper constraints and controls that Wu Feng did not want to dwell on certain matters.

If he were to truly let his mind run wild, every single one of these Hong Kong Red Mansions would be stripped of a layer of skin and suffer massive losses.

"Please, let's talk in my office!"

Qiu Degen made a gesture of invitation and led Wu Feng to his office at Asia Television.

Along the way, they naturally attracted countless gazes of attention.

Qiu Degen quietly observed Wu Feng's reaction, and seeing him remain indifferent to this, he couldn't help but think to himself that he was a man of character.

Wu Feng would not care about the gazes of outsiders; he had his subordinates and close-combat fighters guard the elevators and emergency exits, while the accompanying bodyguard team sat in the waiting area outside the office to keep watch.

Even if one is very confident in their own martial prowess, the necessary caution still cannot be lacking.

"What would you like to drink, coffee or tea?"

Qiu Degen was very composed and did not directly ask about Wu Feng's purpose.

"No need for formalities, I don't need anything!"

Wu Feng sat on the sofa in the office's lounge area, took out a document bag directly, pointed at it, and said: "I want to acquire Asia Television; I hope Mr. Qiu can grant this."

"What?"

Qiu Degen's expression changed abruptly, his gaze suddenly becoming as sharp as a knife, and he said in a deep voice: "Mr. Wu, do you know what you are saying?"

"Don't get angry; at your age, you must maintain a calm and peaceful state of mind!"

Wu Feng said with a smile: "Only then can you live a long life without illness or disaster!"

As he spoke, he pointed again at the document bag on the coffee table: "It won't be too late to discuss other things after you've looked at it!"

"Fine, I hope Mr. Wu is not joking with me!"

Qiu Degen let out a long breath and said coldly: "The Qiu family has been able to develop to this point, and we are not fat sheep to be slaughtered at will; I hope Mr. Wu keeps that in mind!"

After speaking, he sat down heavily opposite Wu Feng and opened the document bag to carefully flip through the materials inside.

But slowly, Qiu Degen's complexion grew increasingly ugly, and a layer of cold sweat gradually seeped from his forehead.

"Mr. Wu, are you threatening me?"

Half an hour flashed by; Qiu Degen had not finished reading all the materials and asked with an ugly expression.

"If Mr. Qiu feels that way, it doesn't matter to me!"

Wu Feng said indifferently: "If I were truly targeting you intentionally, Mr. Qiu would have already been invited for tea by now, and there would certainly be a serving of free prison food!"

"And while I'm at it, I would short Far East Bank, Far East Hotel, Far East Land, Far East Development, and Far East Investment—these listed companies of the Far East Group!"

Speaking of this, he chuckled: "To say nothing else, a profit of several hundred million Hong Kong Dollars would be easy."

In fact, the evidence in his hands did not involve the core content of the Far East Group, but this was already enough; as long as it could cause market panic, that would suffice.

Once exposed, it would certainly cause a run on Far East Bank by depositors.

As for a bank, once a run occurs, it will lose a layer of skin even if it doesn't die!

And since Far East Bank was the core industry of the Far East Group, once a problem arose, it would inevitably affect the numerous industries of the entire Far East Group; this was a certainty.

If he were to arrange and plan it carefully, with the resources Wu Feng could mobilize, it would even be enough to directly topple the Far East Group, but he did not have such intentions.

He just wanted Asia Television; why make such a big scene?

Come to think of it, he didn't think much of these so-called business Big Brothers in Hong Kong; they were too shallow.

They would explode and collapse at the slightest provocation, and they would face bankruptcy and liquidation upon encountering any issue.

If you didn't know better, you'd think they were just a bunch of paper tigers!

"Fine, I agree to your deal!"

Qiu Degen's complexion was ashen at this moment, and his spirit seemed to have withered significantly.

As for playing dirty tricks or having thoughts of killing to silence him, those did not arise.

"There's no rush for now; let's just sign a letter of intent first!"

Wu Feng waved his hand at this time and said indifferently: "By around the end of the year, we can officially trade. I imagine by then, Mr. Qiu's Far East Group will have already passed its danger period!"

These words only served as verbal comfort; didn't you see that Qiu Degen still had a dejected look on his face?

Over at Far East Bank, it had reached the point where they needed to cook the books to muddle through, which showed just how terrible the situation had become.

In fact, if Wu Feng's memory was not mistaken, Far East Bank would change hands this year.

It was likely that it hadn't withstood the stock market crash; Wu Feng would certainly not rashly intervene in this matter.

"Mr. Qiu, if you have time, keep a closer eye on Li Bancheng; you will always have some gains!"

Before leaving, Wu Feng still offered a word of advice.

There was no other reason; Qiu Degen was sensible enough.

In the already signed letter of intent, the price for Wu Feng to acquire the Asia Television shares held by Qiu Degen was clearly stated: a full 200 million Hong Kong Dollars.

And the price Qiu Degen had originally paid to acquire the vast majority of Asia Television shares was also 200 million Hong Kong Dollars.

In other words, Qiu Degen's investment in Asia Television was entirely a wasted effort.

This did not even count the procurement of the latest equipment, nor the invisible value of successfully organizing "Miss Asia".

At the same time, the many stars Asia Television had cultivated in recent years also had their value left out of the calculation.

He did not feel he was taking advantage of a crisis; for Qiu Degen, he even deserved credit for the reminder.

With psychological preparation and defensive measures in place beforehand, at least one would not be caught in a flurry by sudden changes.

Wu Feng, a film and television company boss who had suddenly appeared, could easily investigate the predicament of the Far East Group.

Other powerful Group Companies wouldn't lack the investigative capabilities of Fengrui Film and Television Company, would they?

How could Qiu Degen be so naive? It was much better to keep a sense of vigilance in his heart.

One must know, if Wu Feng had not intervened, Qiu Degen would have also hastily sold his Asia Television shares in 1988.

At that time, the several great Chinese tycoons who took over the Asia Television shares would not have spoken to Qiu Degen about any sentiment or loyalty.

It is likely the price would have been slashed in half; that would truly be a fire sale!

After exiting the Asia Television building, he looked back; it seemed that at the end of this year, a massive fire would break out in the Asia Television building. Who knew if it was an accident or arson?

Just as he prepared to take a car back to the Tuodi, he received a call from Chen Yao: go to headquarters for a meeting!

What was this about again?

He hadn't heard of Hung Hing encountering any trouble.

With doubts in his heart, he headed straight to the headquarters building.

He happened to run into Jing Kun, and Wu Feng asked casually. Jing Kun replied with a smile: "I guess Jiang Tiansheng has some ideas; he has been frequently summoning various Hall Masters recently!"

"How come I didn't get an invitation for a meeting with Jiang?"

Wu Feng asked suspiciously: "You guy, you aren't trying to trick me, are you?"

"Why would I trick you?"

Jing Kun rolled his eyes and said irritably: "Jiang Tiansheng wants to promote that guy Da B!"

"Oh, how is he promoting him?"

As Wu Feng went upstairs with Jing Kun, he asked curiously: "He can't be going to snatch Wong Tai Sin's territory, right?"

"Heh, if Da B had that ability, would he still need Jiang Tiansheng to promote him?"

Jing Kun laughed: "Causeway Bay is a bit chaotic here; Jiang Tiansheng wants to let Da B go there to plant his flag!"

"If the flag-planting is successful, Da B will be the Causeway Bay Hall Master. Tsk tsk, that is really quite a strong show of support!"

"Then what if he fails to plant the flag?"

Wu Feng asked curiously: "It can't be that he wants us to send troops to help, right?"

"Who can say for sure?"

Jing Kun said dismissively: "Anyway, I don't have the spare time to bother with these things!"

"There are a ton of follow-up arrangements for the film company; I've been incredibly busy lately!"

"I told you to hire professional management talent, but you wouldn't listen. Now you know what a headache is, right!"

Wu Feng laughed: "Let me teach you a trick: as long as you firmly hold onto personnel and financial power, the company won't have any problems!"

"Easier said than done!"

Jing Kun said unhappily: "Anyway, if I don't go to the company to sit in charge for a day, I feel something is wrong!"

"That is your own problem!"

Wu Feng laughed: "Read more books on management. If you don't have the patience, you can also hire someone to tell you stories about emperors from history; you will always gain something!"

"That's a good idea!"

Jing Kun's eyes lit up, and he said happily: "Asking me to read books voluntarily is worse than killing me!"

"I love listening to stories the most; stories about emperors are fine too. Are there plots about the three palaces, six courtyards, and seventy-two concubines? I like that the best!"

"You are beyond saving!"

Wu Feng wanted to punch him, to let Jing Kun know why flowers are so red!

Laughing and joking, they entered the meeting hall. Most of the other Hung Hing Hall Masters had already arrived early.

"Feng Ge, where have you been making a fortune lately!"

Jige's face was glowing; one could tell at a glance that his recent days were quite comfortable.

Seeing Wu Feng, he was full of enthusiasm. Those who didn't know would think Jige was Wu Feng's Underling.

"It's just the same as before; where would there be so many opportunities to make a fortune?"

Wu Feng sat down and said irritably: "I heard Jige is personally involved in the Pork Trotter Rice business; you've earned quite a bit, right?"

"Hard-earned money, it's all hard-earned money!"

Jige laughed it off and said: "By the way, Feng Ge, can you increase the supply of pork scraps?"

"I remember that the daily supply to Xihuan is almost reaching two tons, right?"

Wu Feng looked at Jige and asked directly: "Jige, tell me the truth, are you planning something crooked?"

"How could that be?"

Jige's eyes flickered. Being stared at by Wu Feng, he felt a bit guilty and said helplessly: "Alright, alright, I'll tell the truth. I want to supply the vegetable markets over in Xihuan; that's the big one!"

(End of this chapter)