Chapter 144: No Need to Belittle Yourself! (Please Subscribe)

"This, this, this, how did it come to this?"

Liu Wenxiang was dumbfounded, watching the back of Lin Ershao as he left in a rage, feeling panicked for a moment.

"What is there to panic about?"

Wu Feng snorted coldly: "He's throwing a young master's tantrum at me, and you want me to put on a smiling face for him?"

"This..."

Liu Wenxiang was at a loss for words, but still said cautiously: "After all, he is the son of Lin Baiyi!"

When mentioning Lin Baiyi, his voice even trembled slightly.

"And so what?"

Wu Feng sneered: "Besides, he's just a rich kid, can he really represent Lin Baiyi?"

"But..."

Liu Wenxiang really wanted to say that even if Lin Ershao couldn't represent Lin Baiyi, the resources and energy he could mobilize were enough to make you, Boss, suffer the consequences.

"There are no 'buts'!"

Wu Feng waved his hand: "Manager Liu, you shouldn't belittle yourself!"

Seeing Liu Wenxiang looking somewhat stunned, he said irritably: "Do you know the power of a major newspaper like *Mong Kok News*?"

Speaking of this, he couldn't help but scoff: "Even if Lin Baiyi wants to stir up trouble, he has to consider the consequences!"

"As for those petty affairs inside the Lin Family, I can write them into absolute filth through the newspaper and make the Lin Family the laughingstock of all Hong Kong, believe it or not!"

"This, this, this, Boss, you mustn't act recklessly!"

Liu Wenxiang was truly scared and hurriedly spoke up to dissuade him: "It hasn't reached that point yet!"

He knew exactly what Wu Feng's writing ability was like.

Haven't you seen that *Mong Kok News* was able to develop to its current state, and Wu Feng's guidance played an indispensable role?

And what Wu Feng mainly guided were the writing directions and writing ideas of the Mainland writers.

With such ability and standard, could his own writing ability be anything but strong?

Someone like Wu Feng, his most formidable weapon is that pen!

If he really let loose and wrote, the Lin Baiyi family could truly be written as filthy and wretched, becoming the laughingstock of all Hong Kong; that is not an exaggeration at all.

Of course, doing so would lead to a situation of no return, and the consequences would be quite serious.

He didn't even know yet that the famous article *Golden Finger* in *Mong Kok News*, as well as the later article exposing Li Bancheng, were all written by Wu Feng himself; otherwise, he would likely be even more worried.

"Hmph, I am reminding you!"

Wu Feng glanced at Liu Wenxiang and reminded him: "With *Mong Kok News* in hand, there is no need to worry about actions on the surface; no one dares to gamble with their own future!"

"As for underhanded methods, just don't go out alone for a while!"

"Also, remind the core staff of the newspaper to be careful as well!"

After giving these instructions, Wu Feng walked away directly, not continuing to stay at the newspaper office.

If Liu Wenxiang couldn't even handle this bit of pressure, then there was no need for him to continue tagging along.

First, he had to figure out who his bread and butter was!

The name of Lin Baiyi is indeed intimidating, but does it have anything to do with you, Liu Wenxiang?

By the way, he wanted to see the stress-bearing capacity of the newspaper staff. In the future, they might face other wealthy tycoons; they couldn't possibly fail to exert their influence as a mouthpiece!

Since he had already clashed with Lin Ershao, then he might as well have some fun with it.

On the other side, Lin Ershao got into his top-tier sports car in a fit of rage.

He immediately called the assistant of his old man, Lin Baiyi: "Go, find a way to mess with that guy surnamed Wu!"

"A mere gang scum, daring to give me attitude—he really doesn't know what's good for him!"

After giving the order, he stepped on the gas, and the super sports car disappeared with a rumble.

Lin Baiyi received the news immediately and said directly: "Teaching him a lesson is fine!"

"However, do not touch *Mong Kok News*; it hasn't reached that point yet!"

That evening, police from the Mong Kok Police Station came to inspect the nightclubs on Shanghai Street.

"Wusheng, which Big Brother did you offend?"

Xu Renjie, who led the team personally, asked curiously: "To actually get the police station to step in and teach you a lesson!"

The so-called "there is a policy from above, and a countermeasure from below"—the relationship between the Mong Kok Police Station and Wu Feng was quite good.

It wasn't just as simple as going to the sauna for leisure; many police officers' family members ran small businesses on Wu Feng's turf—this is what they call "being close to the water gets the moonlight first."

Furthermore, for the series of various sports and game competitions that Wu Feng organized, the officers of the Mong Kok Police Station were all active participants and had a very favorable impression of Wu Feng.

This was much more meaningful than having nothing to do after getting off work and always staring at Six Mark and horse racing.

Not to mention, the territory under Wu Feng's control was quite clean, which saved the police station a lot of trouble.

Therefore, having received the order, they came to inspect while many nightclubs hadn't even officially opened yet, clearly just going through the motions.

"The second young master of the Lin Baiyi family!"

Wu Feng did not hide it and said unhappily: "He opened his mouth and wanted to take over the *Night Color* newspaper; what kind of good dream is he having!"

"Is the *Night Color* newspaper very important?"

Xu Renjie asked curiously: "I've read it too, I didn't feel much about it!"

"Heh, let me put it this way!"

Wu Feng explained with a light chuckle: "*Night Color* has now become the most fashionable trendsetter in the Yau Tsim Mong area, and it has a huge traffic-driving effect!"

"Launching a set of trendy clothing every month can trigger a significant fashion trend, attracting numerous young customers to Mong Kok to buy trendy clothes!"

"Consequently, the Premium A-Grade Goods business here in Mong Kok has also been driven up; it sells the best out of all the districts in Hong Kong. Would you say it's useful?"

"It is indeed useful!"

Xu Renjie's expression changed slightly, and he said solemnly, "It cannot be sold just like that!"

"Rest assured, I will explain it clearly to my colleagues at the police station; I won't let you be put in a difficult position!"

You must know that some of the family members of the officers at Mong Kok Police Station are in the business of selling Premium A-Grade Goods in the Mong Kok area.

If the *Night Color* newspaper being acquired by Lin Ershao leads to the Premium A-Grade Goods business in the Mong Kok area being affected, that would be no small trouble.

He still wants to advance further, so the support of his colleagues at Mong Kok Police Station is quite important!

"Xu SIR, if you knew the real purpose behind Lin Ershao acquiring the *Night Color* newspaper, you would probably be quite disgusted too; I'm not just spouting nonsense!"

Wu Feng continued to stir the pot: "Lin Ershao felt that the beautiful women in the photos published in the newspaper each had their own style and temperament, and it was only after getting some ideas that he stepped in personally!"

Damn!

Xu Renjie couldn't help but turn dark in the face; this matter made him feel disgusted.

He's already a top-tier rich second generation, yet he still plays so wildly!

"Withdraw!"

After finishing a cigarette, he didn't say anything else and directly signaled for his brothers to leave.

As a staunch ally of Wu Feng, he had made up his mind to take a gamble before the stock market crash, and the result was naturally a bumper harvest.

If it weren't for insufficient capital, only earning over ten million, it was still enough to live a wealthy retirement life.

With money in hand, one naturally has the confidence to ignore certain things one finds disagreeable.

Watching the acquaintances from Mong Kok Police Station leave, the smile on Wu Feng's face slowly disappeared.

Lin Ershao's attack came so quickly; he himself cannot let people look down on him, can he!

"A Xin, help me invite someone over tomorrow, and remember to be polite!"

He made a phone call to his subordinate, the Big Brother Li Xin, gave some instructions, and then hung up.

This guy has been very busy lately, overwhelmed by the numerous entertainment competitions that Wu Feng stirred up.

Besides that, he has to keep an eye on the Pork Trotter Rice business in Macau; he's probably got his hands full right now.

Of course, if he can pull through, his management and organizational skills will improve significantly.

In the future, when organizing any large competition projects or entertainment activities, at least there won't be any major blunders.

Wu Feng firmly believes in one saying: ability is forged through training!

As for those naturally gifted characters, they are not counted; their appearance is just to strike a blow to ordinary people.

On the other side, at Li Xin's Tuodi on Garden Street, it was a scene of busyness.

His ears were filled with buzzing noise, and from time to time, his Underling Four-Nines would come over to report the situation, needing him, the boss, to make quick decisions.

He felt like he was about to explode, yet his Big Brother wouldn't let him rest.

He only complained a couple of times before quickly throwing himself back into the intense work.

Someone who didn't know better would think he was a project manager at some company.

He didn't have a shred of the aura of a triad Big Brother; walking on the street, he was just an ordinary handsome guy.

Yet Garden Street was managed by him like an iron barrel; outside triads simply couldn't get in.

With over three hundred Underling Four-Nines, and over a thousand including the Blue Lanterns, he absolutely belongs to the powerful faction among the Big Brothers.

Placed in those medium-sized triads, even the strength of a Hall Master wouldn't compare to him.

The key is, working under Wu Feng, Li Xin couldn't possibly be a pure triad Big Brother.

Look at this, the fresh Mahjong competitions, poker competitions, and Arcade Game Tournaments, because there were too many participants and it was too lively, they even attracted the Yau Tsim Mong District Councilor and District Government Officials.

How many triad Big Brothers across the entire Hong Kong underworld can chat and laugh with District Councilors and District Government Officials, and even have their photos appear openly in the newspapers?

Even, because the number of capable Underlings he had was limited, he complained a couple of times in front of the District Councilor and District Government Officials, and soon relevant District Government staff came over to help share the pressure.

It can be said that at this moment, Garden Street and Tongcai Street are a dazzling calling card for Mong Kok.

Didn't you see the way the District Councilor and District Government Officials were grinning from ear to ear?

If it weren't for joining a triad, if Li Xin were to enter the District Government right now, he would probably be a very welcome presence; everyone can see his ability.

After sending off the District Councilor and District Government Officials who were there to ride the coattails of the popularity and gain exposure, Li Xin finally breathed a sigh of relief.

This kind of busyness is likely to continue until all the various entertainment competitions end.

Every time he thought about having to be busy for a while longer, he had the urge to wail.

The next day, after properly handing over matters and even inviting the District Councilor to help hold down the fort, he took a van and left his own territory.

It must be said, with the Big Brother Wu Feng leading the way, his Underlings almost exclusively use vans for transportation.

At most, they switch to seven-seater business vehicles for formal occasions!

The three Big Brothers are all multi-millionaire small tycoons, but once they got used to sitting in vans, they had no other thoughts.

Otherwise, what else could they do? If their vehicles were more luxurious than the Big Brother's, were they trying to reach the heavens?

Soon, the convoy of three vans arrived at the destination, not standing out at all.

(End of this chapter)