Hong Kong variety show: Building a century-old family, starting with Hung Hing

Chapter 249 Huang Zhiming's Target

These women really do seem to be imperial concubines from ancient times, being chosen by Jiang Tiansheng, the "emperor."

She smiled.

The atmosphere in the kitchen became strange, which made Jiang Tiansheng hesitate when he woke up and went downstairs for breakfast.

Li Xinxin was eating bacon with a fork, and the way she bit into it made it seem like she was biting into Jiang Tiansheng's flesh; she was chewing quite a bit.

After finishing breakfast, Jiang Tiansheng inexplicably disappeared from the hillside villa, a place rife with trouble.

As soon as he left, he saw that his driver, Luo Xin, was still there.

"Still not leaving?"

Jiang Tiansheng asked.

He knew that the police forces from mainland China, Hong Kong, and Macau had already joined forces, and all that was left was for Mr. Gao from the DOA group to take action and trap them like turtles in a jar.

Even though Luo Xin had been kicked out of Mr. Gao's inner circle and moved to Jiang Tiansheng's side, Xinghe Group still had a branch in Macau, so she could go there in person with just a word.

Luo Xin's mission was to monitor Jiang Tiansheng, since she wasn't one of Jiang Tiansheng's close associates.

Jiang Tiansheng still had to give him face.

Do you think I don't want to go?

Luo Xin gripped the steering wheel tighter involuntarily.

Jiang Tiansheng sat in the back and genuinely treated her as just a driver.

She muttered to herself.

"Ugh."

Luo Xin sighed, "We still have to listen to the leaders."

Despite saying this, their resentment towards Jiang Tiansheng only increased.

Three hours ago, Luo Xin did indeed think that way.

At that time, she had not yet arrived at the villa on the hillside, but was still in her room.

"Beep beep beep," the call was quickly transferred to Shi Ting's side.

“Boss, can’t I leave yet? If I stay in Hong Kong, this mission will be out of my reach. I’ve been an undercover agent working for Mr. Gao, and I know him quite well. Letting me go there will definitely be a great help to you.”

Luo Xin was unwilling to accept this.

She had been infiltrating the DOA group for several years, during which time she even exposed a fellow member. But at this crucial moment, she was excluded, as if she had done all the work for someone else.

How could she possibly be willing?

"Mr. Gao's case is important, but now I have an even more important task for you."

Shi Ting's calm voice quickly came from the other end of the phone.

Luo Xin was initially quite happy to hear this.

But then I heard Shi Ting say something.

"Mr. Gao is merely a leader of the DVD group, and a puppet at that, a chosen representative. The arrest of the DOA Group is simply to send a warning to those people."

"And the attitude and reaction of Interpol, on the contrary, is that of Mr. Jiang."

"Currently, the United States and the Tianwaitian area have become much more important, so you can play a greater role by staying with Mr. Jiang."

"So, you mean Mr. Gao's case with the DVD group has nothing to do with me?"

Luo Xin's eyes widened in shock as she exclaimed.

"how come?"

Fortunately, Shi Ting knew how to appease people, so that Luo Xin, a young girl, wouldn't just give up and quit.

He laughed and said, "If you can persuade Mr. Jiang to come to Macau, as the main person in charge and participant in this mission, do you think I would refuse to let you go?"

"Alright, let's stop here for now."

"The leaders from the Macau police also came to see me. The two of us need to discuss how to cooperate with that magician to arrest Mr. Gao. You are in full charge of your own affairs."

Before Luo Xin could continue arguing, the phone was disconnected the next second.

Luo Xin was stunned again, thinking to herself that she was all alone in Hong Kong. Even if she had other companions, they were all there to pursue their goals.

What does it have to do with her to do other tasks?

She just came back from there not long ago, so others might not believe her.

Thinking of this, Luo Xin suddenly felt utterly hopeless.

Three hours later, Luo Xin appeared in front of Jiang Tiansheng.

She gripped the steering wheel and drove, her mouth agape, looking as if she wanted to say something but couldn't.

Jiang Tiansheng gave her a strange look but didn't say anything. He thought to himself that if she didn't want to talk, then she should just keep quiet. Anyway, it wasn't really his business, and Luo Xin wasn't his woman.

"Go to Hung Hing."

Jiang Tiansheng spoke up.

Luo Xin nodded, strictly playing the role of a driver.

He was inwardly resentful, thinking to himself, "I kindly offered to be your driver, and you actually treat me like one? Don't forget we're business partners, okay?"

The problem is that she needs someone's help now. If she really puts on a spoiled and arrogant attitude, she can't expect Mr. Jiang Tiansheng to obediently listen to her and go to Macau.

Then, if she were to participate in the mission, the difficulty would increase dramatically, so Luo Xin had no choice at all.

A cool breeze was blowing on the rooftop.

Chen Yongren, dressed in a black trench coat and suit trousers, wearing sunglasses, with a mobile phone and a pager hanging from his waist, and carrying a pineapple bun in his hand, exuded an aura of social elite as he walked over.

This scene caused Huang Zhiming, who had been waiting on the rooftop for a long time, to twitch at the corner of his mouth.

"What do you mean by killing me?"

Huang Zhiming asked.

He wanted to ask Chen Yongren in front of him if he was still going to continue working. After all, Chen was a policeman and was becoming more and more like a gangster. But looking at the scene before him, he was too embarrassed to say the word "gangster".

Huang Zhiming had been dealing with these gangs for half his life, but he had never seen any gangsters as handsome as him. Wasn't the difference a bit too great?

"What else could it be?"

Chen Yongren spoke in a serious tone, recounting everything that had happened to him in Yuen Long during his time working under Da Fei.

I thought Huang Zhiming in front of me would be angry or furious.

He was prepared to face a storm of attacks from the other party, but who would have thought that with a "slap," Huang Zhiming clapped his hands, his face flushed with excitement, and shouted, "I knew this Mr. Jiang was no pushover."

“He never had any good ideas when he returned to Hung Hing. Hung Hing was planning to go bankrupt and go ashore.”

At this point, Huang Zhiming was seething with hatred. He thought to himself that countless people had died because of Mr. Chiang Kai-shek's existence in such a large triad society as Hung Hing. Now that he wanted to go legit, he would have to ask Huang Zhiming first whether he agreed.

"I'm leaving this matter to you."

Huang Zhiming said.

"Give me your damn thing."

Chan Wing-yan complained, "I'm mainly in charge of the Yuen Long district now. How many districts does Hung Hing actually have? You, as a senior inspector, definitely know better than I do. I might only get to meet Mr. Chiang once every six months, and Hung Hing is practically an empty shell right now."

"Most of the core personnel are hiding behind the scenes, having joined that Hung Hing Group Development Company Limited. Even if I become a hall master now, I still can't get in."

"Why would they trust me so much?"

Chen Yongren then began to explain.

If you have a choice.

He really wanted to join that company, at least his girlfriend wouldn't argue with him anymore, since the job seemed to have nothing to do with gangsters.

It perfectly embodies the expectations of most people in Hong Kong for a legitimate job.

After Chen Yongren said that...

Huang Zhiming was also a bit troubled, but this was obviously unrelated to Chen Yongren.

He's practically a gang leader in Tai Fei's gang in Yuen Long District; he's practically a "fighter jet" among gangsters. Wong Chi-ming was too embarrassed to say anything more.

Anyway, having him as a "mole" in Hung Hing is better than nothing.

"Any intelligence?"

Huang Zhiming asked.

Chen Yongren took a big bite of the pineapple bun, glanced at Huang Zhiming with annoyance, and said indignantly, "Hung Hing might be going to make a move on Tsim Sha Tsui next."

Upon hearing this, Huang Zhiming became even more excited and laughed loudly, saying, "I knew a leopard can't change its spots."

Are they going to seize territory again? Hung Hing, sir; Tsim Sha Tsui, sir.

Huang Zhiming spoke loudly, a wide grin spreading across his face.

"no."

Chen Yongren shook his head, forced to continue telling the truth, "It was Han Bin's gang who actually started selling heroin in Hung Hing's Tsim Sha Tsui territory, which is why Hung Hing took action."

Chen Yongren complained, completely ignoring Huang Zhiming's increasingly stiff expression.

"I don't know if the people in the underworld are out of their minds these days, why do they keep provoking us again and again? First there was the Blood Kill Gang, and now there's the Flower Fu Gang."

"Don't you know how powerful those Hung Hing members are? They're terrifying."

Chen Yongren, with Huang Zhiming's body protruding, said, "You know, even Hung Hing doesn't sell this stuff, and they even strongly prohibit it. They seem no different from us cops."

Upon hearing this, Huang Zhiming reacted strongly, shouting angrily, "What do you mean there's no difference? There's a huge difference! This is none of Hung Hing's business. Our police force is in charge of the entire Hong Kong!"

After shouting, Huang Zhiming shuddered and left.

Chen Yongren curled his lip.

He hated the gang.

However, after joining Hung Hing, only true Hung Hing insiders can understand the extent of the changes within the organization.

"To cleanse oneself of wrongdoing and go ashore is just like laying down the butcher's knife and becoming a Buddha on the spot."

"Isn't it better? Why do we have to keep dwelling on past mistakes and then fight to the death, resulting in mutual destruction?"

"Please, is that really necessary?"

Chen Yongren simply couldn't understand it.

...

Back at Tsim Sha Tsui Police Station.

In the Serious Crimes Unit's workroom, Huang Zhiming held a hot coffee in his hands, the steam rising and slowly reflecting his worried face in the fogged glass in front of him.

Although Chen Yongren had given him a lot of important information, Huang Zhiming's attention was on something else—he needed to find other undercover agents, and if necessary, he could just release this information.

He refused to believe that he was the only one in the police force interested in Hung Hing.

So what if Jiang Tiansheng is one of Asia's top ten richest people?

As long as he has the background of Hung Hing, he will be a member of the triad for life.

Want to get ashore? No way.