Chapter 21: The Benefits of Reading
Lin Feng put Wong Bing-Yiu's matter aside. He was a Young and Dangerous, not a policeman; the exchange of information with Wong Bing-Yiu was purely a business deal.
After returning home, Lin Feng took out 'Introduction to Psychology' and started reading. 'The Interpretation of Dreams' basically dealt with all things vulgar, and it seemed that Western scholars of that period were only thinking about such matters, which Lin Feng found a bit hard to stomach.
The world of Hong Kong films was still different from his original world, and Lin Feng was very willing to supplement his knowledge reserves.
As for the bonus, it was deposited into the bank and left there.
This was not the first time he had acquired so much money.
The first time he received a million, Lin Feng was so excited he couldn't sleep all night.
The first time he received ten million, Lin Feng drank all night.
And then, well, there was no 'then'.
Even if his company's funds reached a hundred million later, Lin Feng, though happy, wasn't as excited as he had been initially.
As for the lottery, with the system's intelligence, it was a guaranteed reward, and with that psychological preparation, there was no extra excitement.
Of course, he was still a long way from the time when he would view money as mere numbers; he still had to keep earning money.
Money is a man's courage; in peaceful times, if you don't have money, you speak with less authority.
Lin Feng was so engrossed in his reading that he didn't even hear Liang Kun and Li Fu come in.
Liang Kun said, surprised:
"Back then, I wanted to pay for your education, but you refused."
"Now you know the importance of knowledge, right?"
"Do you regret it?"
Lin Feng shook his head:
"The more you know, the more you understand, and your mind becomes less simple."
"I'm thinking now, if I had the knowledge I have today back then, maybe I wouldn't have risked my life."
Liang Kun never expected such an answer:
"People with more knowledge won't risk their lives?"
Lin Feng answered frankly:
"The more skills you know, the more you'll feel that simply being in a Triad has no future."
"There are so many ways to make money; being in a Triad is one of the most unpromising paths."
"Risky ventures are the silliest."
"Look at all the rich people in Hong Kong; how many of them started by engaging in illicit businesses?"
Liang Kun insisted on arguing with him:
"The Old Four Families?"
Lin Feng was silent, then finally explained:
"The Old Four Families indeed started by engaging in illicit businesses."
Li Fu had great faith in Lin Feng, so he asked:
"Are there really illicit businesses that last long?"
Lin Feng answered decisively:
"No!"
Liang Kun was displeased:
"You just said the Four Great Families started by engaging in illicit businesses."
Lin Feng said expressionlessly:
"That's right, from today's perspective, they did indeed start by engaging in illicit businesses at the time."
Li Fu asked curiously:
"What kind of illicit business?"
Lin Feng said with a dark expression:
"Opium."
Li Fu exclaimed:
"What?"
Lin Feng said expressionlessly:
"From today's perspective, everyone in the Four Great Families should be killed."
"However, in that era, opium was government-run."
"And their four families had special licenses."
"Aside from this opium, the experience of the Four Great Families illustrates one thing."
"To get rich quickly, the fastest way is not to engage in any illicit business, but rather legal monopoly."
Liang Kun murmured:
"Legal monopoly?"
Lin Feng shrugged:
"For example, the arcade business we operate."
"Arcade halls and game centers are legal businesses in Hong Kong."
"Because of Youwei Group's investment, our company actually has a monopolistic business in the Hong Kong region."
"Earning money is naturally not a problem."
Liang Kun nodded repeatedly as he listened:
"Thanks to you, just from arcades, my monthly income is two to three million."
"In a few days, I can go buy a big house."
Lin Feng scoffed:
"Who are we to each other? Talking like this is meaningless."
Liang Kun clapped Lin Feng heavily on the shoulder:
"Brothers for life, I won't be polite with you, and we don't need to be."
"In a couple of months, when I have enough money, I'll go buy a mansion on Victoria Peak."
"Then I'll let my mom live there."
Lin Feng tilted his head and asked:
"You don't have enough money?"
Liang Kun sighed:
"I have enough money, but it will take some time to launder it."
Lin Feng asked:
"How much is the difference?"
Liang Kun said casually:
"Fifteen million."
Lin Feng almost choked:
"No, you basically don't have a single clean penny."
"Where's your money?"
Liang Kun sighed:
"I just lent it to Mr. Chiang."
"Chiang Tin-Yeung has a big business in Siam that needs clean money."
"Mr. Chiang borrowed some from me."
Lin Feng thought for a moment, then shook his head and laughed:
"Mr. Chiang is giving you a warning."
Liang Kun shrugged:
"I know, but this way, my attitude has been expressed clearly enough."
Chiang Tin-Sung's move was actually a test, to see if Liang Kun was sincere.
The result was naturally clear.
Lin Feng pulled out his checkbook, signed a check for twenty million, and handed it to Liang Kun,
"Hurry up and take this to buy a big house."
"It wasn't easy for godmother to raise you; move in early and let the old lady enjoy her blessings."
"And while you're at it, find me a sister-in-law, or your old Li family might die out."
Liang Kun exclaimed:
"You're taking out so much money, won't it affect the company's development?"
Lin Feng said nonchalantly:
"This isn't the company's money. I accidentally emptied the Hong Kong Jockey Club's prize pool."
Liang Kun felt a pang in his heart, knowing Lin Feng was showing off, but still couldn't help but ask:
"How much?"
Lin Feng shrugged:
"A little over a hundred million. Not much!"
Liang Kun fell backward:
"I'm so foolish, really!"
"Whenever you have good news, you always think of me."
"And I actually turned it down."
Lin Feng said to Li Fu:
"Hurry up and claim your lottery prize; it should be around ten million."
Li Fu chuckled:
"Thank you, Brother Feng, I'll go now."
Liang Kun was limp, lying on the sofa pretending to be dead — Li Fu even had over ten million!
Lin Feng asked curiously:
"You have quite a lot of cash flow there; how come you can't even come up with fifteen million?"
Liang Kun said lazily:
"Those are all black money, not to be investigated."
"To launder it, you have to take your time. Those money launderers are heartless; they demand forty percent."
"Ten million only becomes six million in hand."
"Much darker than me."
Lin Feng was startled:
"Are you crazy? You haven't been accepting this price all along, have you?"
Liang Kun struggled to get up, carefully placed the check in his checkbook, and then replied:
"Otherwise?"
"Do you think I've been scammed?"
"I've inquired, and this is the market price throughout Hong Kong."
Lin Feng sighed heavily:
"I tell you you're foolish, but you don't believe it."
"Take some time to read more books; why is money laundering so complicated?"
"Hand over your film company to me; I'll only charge you fifteen percent."
Liang Kun trembled all over:
"You can launder money?"
Lin Feng nodded:
"Yes, I can!"
Liang Kun was somewhat frantic:
"Then why didn't you say so earlier?"
Lin Feng was puzzled:
"You never asked me."
Liang Kun was dumbfounded, stunned for a long time, then gesticulated wildly and let out a strange cry,
"Ah, ah, I'm so foolish, really!"
***
Chapter 22: How Simple It Is to Launder money
Qiankun Film Company.
Liang Kun looked at Lin Feng, puzzled.
"Can adult films still launder money?"
Lin Feng rolled his eyes:
"Why can't adult films launder money?"
"It's just a matter of how much."
"However, if you only look at Category III films for your film company, that's too foolish!"
Liang Kun said in astonishment:
"Is there a problem with that?"
Lin Feng explained:
"We are businessmen; we need to look at problems with a businessman's mindset."
"Only some adults watch adult films."
"Given the local customs, fewer women watch adult films, except for certain professionals."
"In this situation, using adult films to launder money, at most, you might launder ten million hong kong dollars; any more and problems will arise."
Liang Kun was overjoyed:
"You mean, if you handle it, you can launder more than that amount of money?"
Lin Feng rolled his eyes:
"What's the point of a small business of a few million?"
"If we're going to do it, it has to start at ten million and above."
Liang Kun sighed heavily and murmured:
"I'm so foolish, truly. I only knew Ah Feng could make money, but I never thought he could also launder money…"
Lin Feng quickly interrupted his soliloquy:
"Don't you want to hear about my operation?"
Liang Kun immediately pulled out a cigar and quickly lit it for Lin Feng.
Lin Feng glanced at it—a Cuban cigar, a thin one, a hundred US dollars a stick?
No need to say anything, 'Hand it over!'
He calmly put the cigar box into his pocket.
Liang Kun was slightly stunned, then became very indignant:
"At least leave one for me!"
Lin Feng thought he had a point, so he quickly pulled out two, tossing one to Liang Kun and one to Li Fu, then putting the rest back into his own pocket.
Liang Kun resigned himself:
"You're already a big boss, can't you be more generous? Does robbing me make you so happy?"
Lin Feng beamed:
"It tastes three times better when it's free."
Liang Kun was speechless for a moment.
After carefully savoring the aroma of the cigar, Lin Feng unhurriedly explained the intricacies to Liang Kun:
"Laundering money is actually very simple. As long as you have enough tools, you can launder as much money as you want."
"And the cost is only a tiny bit."
Liang Kun forgot what had just happened and urged:
"Ah Feng, tell me more quickly."
Lin Feng explained:
"Qiankun Film Company will set up a project to shoot a movie."
"When choosing the film's theme, we can't choose adult films or Category II films, as this would restrict a large number of young people from entering."
"If we want to launder money, we need to be more professional."
"To boost the box office, we must follow the rules of film production."
"Family-friendly films, comedies, are the main attraction."
Liang Kun was quite disappointed,
"How can movies be so easy to produce?"
"You need to find good actors, good scripts, and good directors. Even with such careful production, you still have to be extremely cautious."
"Who knows if it will resonate with the audience?"
"One mistake and you lose money."
"You won't even recover the costs, let alone launder money."
Lin Feng stared directly at Liang Kun, who felt rather puzzled,
"Ah Feng, why are you looking at me like that?"
"Am I wrong?"
Lin Feng sighed:
"Brother Kun, when you have nothing to do, read a few more books like me, lest you get sold and still help count the money."
"Who told you that a money-losing film can't launder money?"
Liang Kun was greatly alarmed:
"A money-losing film can also launder money?"
"Impossible, right?"
Lin Feng chuckled coldly:
"Alright, let me tell you how a money-losing film can launder money."
"The process is like this."
"We are here to launder money, not for the box office."
"Then things become simple."
"Just pick a few actors from Qiankun Film and Television, shoot a movie in seven days, and then release it."
"Do you believe I can launder thirty million from such a film?"
Liang Kun replied very bluntly:
"I don't believe a ghost!"
Lin Feng chuckled coldly:
"Alright, let's take the three of us as an example."
"I am the director, and you and Xiao Fu are the protagonists."
"My director's fee is four million hong kong dollars."
"Your and Xiao Fu's acting fees are five million each."
Liang Kun's eyes widened:
"Are you serious? Four million can hire a Heavenly King."
"Five million can hire any actor you want."
Lin Feng sighed:
"Otherwise, you tell me?"
Liang Kun immediately felt he had lost his composure and repeatedly said:
"You speak, you speak."
Lin Feng stated directly:
"Should the income of the three of us be counted as part of the investment?"
Liang Kun nodded:
"Of course!"
Lin Feng continued:
"Our film needs set design. Spending twenty million on set design isn't a problem, right?"
Liang Kun couldn't help but say:
"Twenty million for set design?"
"You're not designing a set; you're building an SB film studio!"
"What kind of movie needs twenty million in set design?"
"Which company would dare to hire such props?"
Lin Feng scoffed:
"Oh, Brother Kun is so professional."
Liang Kun said proudly:
"After all, I'm the boss of Qiankun Film and Television, a professional."
Lin Feng said expressionlessly:
"This professional colleague, why don't you tell us?"
Liang Kun said awkwardly:
"No, no, please, you go ahead."
Lin Feng snorted coldly:
"You see, adding it all up, thirty-four million is already there."
"Add in film, wirework, costumes, and so on, rounding it up to fifty million is no problem."
"There, forty-five million money has been laundered, hasn't it?"
Liang Kun was stunned, completely disbelieving:
"Wait, are you doing magic? What do you mean forty-five million has been laundered?"
Lin Feng mocked:
"Didn't you just say, who would spend five million to hire an actor, who would spend four million to hire an actor?"
"We only pay them the normal market rate, and of course, we pay their taxes."
"For external publicity, their price is that much."
"Don't worry, normal actors will definitely accept it."
"Actually, if it weren't to make it look more legitimate, I wouldn't even want to hire proper actors."
Liang Kun was startled, dimly understanding.
"And that set design, the same set design—you say it's only worth ten thousand, but I say it's worth ten million."
"Don't argue with me."
"I don't want your opinion, I want my opinion."
"I believe this thing is worth ten million, so it is ten million."
"Your ten thousand won't be recognized."
"You see, after calculating everything, hasn't over thirty million been laundered?"
"The only thing to pay is the actors' income tax."
"You reported such a high price for them, so you have to pay that much tax on their behalf."
"This is also the biggest part of the money laundering cost."
Liang Kun was overjoyed:
"What about the other costs?"
Lin Feng rolled his eyes:
"When the crew starts filming, don't the various members need money?"
"Don't the lunchboxes need money?"
"Doesn't the film need money…"
Liang Kun was extremely ashamed by Lin Feng's words, yet there was a light in his eyes; Lin Feng's words had opened a door he had never thought of.
***
Chapter 23 Routines, some are
"This method of laundering money can only be done occasionally; the risk is too high."
Liang Kun was startled: "What are the risks of doing this?"
Lin Feng said bluntly: "You'll be targeted by the Police Force's Commercial Crime Bureau and the ICAC."
"It can only be done once in a while."
"I'll ask an accounting firm to prepare a statement that guarantees they won't find anything."
"The normal way of laundering money through movies isn't done like this."
Liang Kun quickly asked: "Then what is the normal way?"
Lin Feng smiled: "That's simple."
"Everything is done according to normal procedures."
"For example, if you do things in the name of Qiankun Film Company, you can just follow the normal process."
"Like selecting scripts, hiring directors, inviting actors, assembling a crew... and then filming legitimately."
Liang Kun was very disappointed: "How much money can be laundered that way?"
Lin Feng sneered: "How much money can be laundered?"
"You could launder all of Hung Hing's money and it wouldn't be a problem."
Liang Kun gasped: "Are you serious?"
Lin Feng shrugged: "It's just a small business of tens of millions a year; I just don't bother with it."
"I don't care for it, and since you're my Big Brother, you probably don't either."
"Then forget it."
After saying that, he got up to leave.
Liang Kun's expression instantly changed. With a smiling face, he gently pressed Lin Feng back into his seat with both hands.
"Ah Feng, we're brothers for life. If you don't help me, who will?"
"Am I supposed to rely on that idiot Sa Keung?"
Lin Feng reminded him: "Brother Kun, Sa Keung is not reliable. He is a man who only cares about money and has little loyalty to his brothers."
"If you don't give him enough money, he can easily betray you."
Liang Kun sighed: "Everyone in this game is in it for money. I understand your reminder, and I'll be careful."
Lin Feng had given his advice, so he said nothing more.
Having lived two lives, he understood one principle.
Don't force your goodwill on others.
Everyone grows up in different environments and has different personalities.
What you consider good might be poison to others.
Lin Feng's popularity was so good because he was exceptionally clear about the boundaries in interpersonal relationships.
Few people are willing to listen to others' lectures, even those they trust the most.
He treated Liang Kun and Li Fu the same way.
I've said what needed to be said; whether you listen or not is up to you.
If something happens later, my conscience will be clear.
Lin Feng made his point and continued, "The legitimate way to launder money through movies focuses on box office."
Liang Kun frowned: "It's not easy to make a good movie."
Lin Feng nodded: "Yes, it's very difficult."
"The problem is, we don't need to make a genuinely good movie."
Liang Kun was even more puzzled, "In that case, how do we launder money?"
Lin Feng laughed heartily: "How simple is that?"
"I'll tell you the process."
"First, you need to have your own cinema chain."
"You can contact the various Hall(Triad branches) for this."
"Our twelve Hung Hing Hall(Triad branches) are ideally located."
"They are basically in densely populated, economically prosperous areas."
"Don't worry about spending too much money to renovate cinemas."
"Each Hall(Triad branch) has its own private property. I calculated that renovating a cinema would cost about one to two million."
"Even if the twelve Hall(Triad branches) don't want to pay, we can easily afford it ourselves."
"Building a cinema doesn't require too much clean money."
Liang Kun understood immediately.
"Doing this has several benefits. First, it allows us to acquire a lot of land, and now is when Hong Kong's property prices are at a low point."
"As long as we acquire the land, the rest is just waiting for it to appreciate in value."
"One day, if we stop being a Triad, selling it off would amount to an astronomical sum."
"With our own cinemas, we can conveniently employ our Triad brothers or their family members."
"A cinema is a legitimate profession, and it holds a great appeal for Triad members."
Liang Kun's heart immediately stirred.
"The rest is simple."
"Our movies can be screened in our own cinemas, so we don't have to pay the cinema chain operators."
"So, here's the key point."
Liang Kun's spirits lifted, and he desperately tried to remember what Lin Feng had said.
"To launder money, you need to calculate the highest daily box office for the cinema chain."
"As long as you fluctuate around that number, not exceeding the maximum box office, you can report any amount you want."
Liang Kun was dumbfounded: "How is that possible?"
"Won't that attract attention?"
"If they investigate, they'll know the box office figures are fake!"
Lin Feng sighed: "Brother Kun, you really should read more books."
"How naive was what you just said?"
"In this situation, wouldn't you just say—someone booked out the whole cinema?"
"No matter how many people watch the movie, as long as someone checks, you just insist they booked out the whole cinema."
"Or simply, you give the Triad brothers from the Hall(Triad branches) rotating days off and have them fill the cinema to watch the movie."
"While it's said they're watching the movie, in reality, they can do whatever they want."
"This can still create the atmosphere of a full house."
"Even if the Police Force or the ICAC investigate, what then?"
"Wealthy people spending money to support a movie, can they really control that?"
Liang Kun stood dumbfounded for a long time before finally saying: "Ah Feng, I just realized how cunning you are!"
Lin Feng was furious: "Can't you speak properly?"
"I am exceptionally clever."
Liang Kun laughed heartily: "Yes, yes, yes, you are exceptionally clever, that was my mistake."
"I apologize to you."
"Indeed, you are the most formidable."
"With a method like this, I believe we can launder as much money as we want."
After being happy for a while, Liang Kun suddenly frowned: "But, if we do this, where are our costs?"
Lin Feng said, speechless: "You are a legitimate business, don't you pay salaries to your staff? Don't you have to pay taxes to the Hong Kong Government?"
"These taxes are the cost of laundering money."
Liang Kun's expression immediately changed: "Have to pay taxes to the Hong Kong Government?"
Liang Kun was extremely unwilling.
Lin Feng sighed: "The businesses in our territory still pay us protection fees. If you don't pay protection fees to the Hong Kong Government, he'll have the Police Force and the ICAC investigate you."
Liang Kun said unwillingly: "Even if I pay, can I still launder money?"
Lin Feng nodded slightly: "Perhaps in the future, when the Governor hosts a banquet for business representatives, you might become his honored guest."
Liang Kun spat emphatically.
Lin Feng said to Li Fu: "Don't you have six million there? Give it to Brother Kun tonight, and after Brother Kun operates on it, it can be laundered."
Li Fu looked at Lin Feng gratefully; Brother Feng always remembered him.
Liang Kun exclaimed: "Are you leaving?"
Lin Feng rolled his eyes: "Big Brother, I still have many books to read today! If I don't hurry back to study, am I really supposed to launder money for you?"
"The process for this kind of thing has been clearly explained to you; you can handle it yourself."
Liang Kun felt relieved. Indeed, it was still that Lin Feng, not changed at all.
As he saw Lin Feng out, Liang Kun remembered something:
"Ah Feng, get some rest early tonight. Tomorrow, we'll have the Hung Hing regular meeting."
Lin Feng waved his hand, indicating he understood.
***
Chapter 24: Someone Always Wants to Harm Me
Ding, daily intelligence refresh.
Crime (White): Hung Hing's Chiang Tin-Sung wants to team up with Chiang Tin-Yeung and others to compete for several diamond casinos in Macau.
Crime (White): Hengyuan Finance Group Co., Ltd. has encountered a competitor, and manager Sung Tse-Ho is very worried.
Crime (White): Tung Sing Triad's Lui Yiu-Yeung is troubled by not finding a kindred spirit; he has set his sights on Hung Hing's North Point Hall Master Fatty Lai.
All of it was white, useless information.
However, Lin Feng still meticulously categorized them.
Even the most insignificant news can be useful.
For example, the first one finally revealed why Chiang Tin-Sung asked Liang Kun for money.
Lin Feng sat bored behind Liang Kun, the long table already filled with curses.
The Triad's Blue Lanterns and Red Lanterns might yearn for the meetings between the Big Brothers, considering them sacred.
Only the Triad's Hall Masters and Big Bottoms knew how low their quality was.
Liang Kun was now itching to beat someone up.
His seat, unfortunately, was right next to Fatty Lai, who was incredibly uncivilized; not only did he show up to the meeting in flip-flops, but he also vigorously picked at his toes with his fingers.
This was tolerable; Hong Kong's weather was humid and muggy, so athlete's foot was normal.
What was unbearable was that Fatty Lai would pick and then sniff his fingers, his expression one of pure ecstasy.
It was simply speechless.
Sister Thirteen, Hon Ban, and others kept a wide berth from Fatty Lai.
Liang Kun, however, was miserable, seated right next to Fatty Lai. If Fatty Lai had just stayed still, Liang Kun might have endured it, but Fatty Lai lacked that self-awareness, swinging his hand around.
Liang Kun couldn't help but ask Ritual Hall's Sixth Uncle, who was sitting behind the Chairman:
"Sixth Uncle, how much is the fine if I beat someone up here?"
Everyone fell silent.
Sixth Uncle suppressed a smile and said slowly:
"This is Hung Hing's highest meeting; in principle, you cannot beat people up."
"However, if it's for personal grievances, there's no problem after paying the fine."
"But since you are Hall Masters, if you get into a fight, you'll be fined 100,000 yuan!"
"In addition, you must ensure no broken bones or serious injuries."
Liang Kun immediately threw over two bundles of money:
"I'll beat him twice!"
Before he could even move, Lin Feng suddenly sprang out, extending a big foot and kicking Fatty Lai.
Thud!
Fatty Lai flew a long distance.
Liang Kun angrily said:
"Ah Feng, are you stealing my thunder?"
Lin Feng said matter-of-factly:
"You are a Big Brother; fighting in the Hall of Brotherhood will lead to punishment."
"I'll take care of this kind of thing."
Liang Kun became even angrier:
"I paid the money; at least let me enjoy it a bit."
Lin Feng reached out, pulled out a wad of money, and threw it in front of Sixth Uncle, shouting:
"Sixth Uncle, let me beat him ten times!"
Sixth Uncle happily took the money back, counting it with a beaming smile, saying as he counted:
"Fight as you may, make a ruckus as you wish, but no fatalities."
Lin Feng sneered:
"Don't worry, I know my limits."
After speaking, he chased Fatty Lai and kicked him violently.
He absolutely refused to use his hands.
Afraid of getting dirty.
North Point's Dai Fei and Greyhound were also Big Bottoms; they exchanged glances and didn't even move.
If it weren't for them being in North Point, they would have been the first to go and chop Fatty Lai.
That thing was too dirty.
Liang Kun felt unwilling, so he stepped forward and kicked Fatty Lai twice forcefully, only then sitting down comfortably.
Prince sighed:
"Liang Kun, didn't you eat? So gentle?"
Liang Kun sighed:
"My fists are heavy; I'm afraid I'll kill him."
None of the other Hall Masters said anything.
Even the good-natured Baji had nothing to say.
Lin Feng gave Fatty Lai a good beating and then returned to sit beside Liang Kun, feeling satisfied and utterly comfortable.
Fatty Lai struggled to get up, his face already swollen like a pig's head, covering his face while cursing:
"Liang Kun, Lin Feng, how dare you resort to violence in the Hall of Brotherhood?"
"Just wait, my North Point will declare war on your Causeway Bay."
Liang Kun acted as if he hadn't heard.
Lin Feng raised his hand high.
Fatty Lai angrily said:
"What, are you mute?"
"Why aren't you speaking?"
Lin Feng asked:
"Mr. Chiang, may I speak?"
Fatty Lai turned his head with difficulty, suddenly realizing that Chiang Tin-Sung was at the entrance of the Hall of Brotherhood.
"Mr. Chiang, please be my judge!"
Chiang Tin-Sung came to the main seat with a gloomy face and sat down:
"What's going on?"
"Why are you fighting here?"
"Lin Feng, no need to raise your hand, you speak!"
Lin Feng immediately said:
"This is the Hall of Brotherhood, where the statue of Lord Guan and the memorial tablets of previous Hung Society seniors are enshrined."
"It is our Hung Hing's supreme place."
Chiang Tin-Sung glanced at the pig-headed man and asked:
"Since you know that, you still made a move?"
"You even kicked him several times after seeing me arrive?"
Fatty Lai, with a swollen face, said:
"Mr. Chiang, this brat disregards his elders and presumptuously resorted to violence in the Hall of Brotherhood; he should be punished."
Lin Feng mocked:
"Fatty Lai, you are just one of the Hung Hing Twelve Hall Masters, but unfortunately, you are not my Mong Kok Hall Master."
"The only ones who can manage my Mong Kok are Mr. Chiang and Brother Kun."
"If you want to manage me, you'll have to climb higher."
Chiang Tin-Sung's expression softened, and he asked again:
"What exactly happened?"
Lin Feng, of course, had his reasons:
"The Hall of Brotherhood is so sacred, and all attendees should show respect for it."
"From Mr. Chiang downwards, who isn't formally dressed?"
"Except for Fatty Lai."
"Everyone, look at what Fatty Lai is wearing?"
"Flip-flops!"
"Clearly, he doesn't regard Lord Guan and the Hung Hing ancestors, let alone us."
Fatty Lai loudly argued:
"I was in a hurry, that's why I wore flip-flops."
Lin Feng mocked:
"All the Hall Masters and Big Bottoms aren't as busy as you, is that right? Why is everyone else properly dressed except you?"
"Alright, let's say you're right."
"Since you've come to the Hall of Brotherhood, instead of properly keeping your stinky feet under the table, you openly pick your toes?"
"And picking is one thing, but you even sniff them like some pervert; you must have a weird fetish."
"Is this how you respect Lord Guan and the ancestors?"
"Is this how you respect Mr. Chiang and the Twelve Hall Masters?"
"Is this how you respect us Hung Hing Big Bottoms?"
The more Lin Feng spoke, the angrier he got, and he threw another stack of money in front of Sixth Uncle:
"Sixth Uncle, I'm acting according to the rules; I can still beat him ten more times, right?"
Sixth Uncle's mustache curled up with delight:
"Of course, our Triad has rules; you can beat him ten more times."
Chiang Tin-Sung's face was dark, but there was a faint smile in his eyes:
"Quickly resolve your personal grievances."
"We'll have a meeting shortly; there's an important matter to discuss."
Fatty Lai was greatly alarmed and cried out:
"Mr. Chiang, please be my judge!"
Chiang Tin-Sung looked utterly bewildered:
"Your personal grievances will be handled according to our Triad's rules."
"What do you want from me?"
Fatty Lai was quite indignant, but before he could curse, Prince also pulled out a roll of money and threw it in front of Sixth Uncle:
"Sixth Uncle, I also want to have a chat with Fatty Lai according to the rules."
Sixth Uncle collected the money, his eyes narrowed into slits from smiling.
"Hurry up; don't delay the meeting."
This was incredible; Hon Ban, Dinosaur, and others all stood up, each throwing a lot of money to Sixth Uncle.
Fatty Lai originally wanted to curse, but seeing this situation, his face was filled with horror—was his popularity really that bad?