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

Chapter 245 A Face of Despair

In addition, given your commendable contributions, I will apply to my superiors to see if we can allocate you a unit.

With all your savings from all these years, you can buy a car.

With a house, a car, and a promising future, I'm sure your mother-in-law will be satisfied with such a good son-in-law.

Hearing his boss say that, Zhang Lang felt a warm glow in his heart, feeling that all those years had not been in vain, and he almost burst into tears.

Men aren't incapable of shedding tears; they just haven't reached the point of heartbreak yet.

"Boss, you're so good to me, I wish I could just recognize you as my godfather."

Lu Qichang shook his head repeatedly upon hearing these words.

"What is the identity of that rich person?"

Lu Qichang continued to ask.

Zhang Lang couldn't give a proper answer, since they had only met once. Did they really expect him to draw a likeness of a person on the spot?

He doesn't have that kind of talent, otherwise he would have become an artist long ago.

After leaving the boutique, Jiang Tiansheng stood in front of the CBD shopping plaza.

Seeing Long Jiwen enter a coffee shop, Jiang Tiansheng followed him in.

In the coffee shop, Long Jiwen's eyelashes fluttered slightly as he inquired about what had just happened.

"Could it be that someone just tried to pick up a girl and got caught by their boyfriend, which is why they almost got beaten up?"

"Am I that kind of person?"

Jiang Tiansheng said with a wry smile.

Holding the Blue Mountain coffee that had just been served in front of him, Jiang Tiansheng shook his head and then explained the whole story.

He didn't want to be misunderstood.

If he had actually done it, that would be one thing, but being wrongly accused is a terrible feeling.

"Well, even a young man like him is quite protective of his woman."

Long Jiwen continued speaking.

Jiang Tiansheng didn't want to discuss this topic anymore.

After the two parted ways, Tony, who had been silently following behind, finally spoke.

“Mr. Jiang, should we go and deal with that guy? He's so disrespectful to you. If this happened back in my hometown, I would have killed him on the spot.”

"No need."

Jiang Tiansheng straightened his collar and smiled as he spoke slowly.

Since Jiang Tiansheng had already said so, Tony naturally wouldn't do anything unnecessary.

They had been following Jiang Tiansheng for some time and understood what kind of person he was.

Once he's made a decision, no one can change it; acting on one's own is also wrong.

Even if it's for Jiang Tiansheng's own good.

Rules are rules; without rules, nothing can be accomplished.

Meanwhile, Jiang Tiansheng's Xinghe Group and even Hung Hing Group...

His rules are paramount.

Inside a nearly abandoned factory, the blue light of tin foil shone through the bright white windows.

In the corner was a table with four dishes and a soup from various tea restaurants and fast food outlets, as well as some pineapple buns and tea.

Huang Zhiming, wearing a blue suit jacket, stood with his arms crossed, his eyes like those of an old dog, glancing at Han Chen who was eating in front of him from time to time.

Han Chen ate heartily, especially the meat.

As I drink tea and water, I'm definitely getting more and more fat on my face.

"What are your plans regarding the situation in Tsim Sha Tsui?"

Huang Zhiming suddenly asked.

Han Chen gave a bitter smile after hearing this, "What else can I do? Without the Ni family, I, as the leader, can only drift aimlessly."

"And then there are Guohua, Gandhi, and Heizi around me, each one more difficult to deal with than the last."

In the original storyline, Ni Yongxiao made his move.

They started killing each other, and each of them was quite well-behaved.

However, this time, the Ni family was destroyed ahead of schedule under Jiang Tiansheng's arrangement.

Ni Yongxiao, a future tycoon, even attempted to whitewash his image and became a prominent figure in the government. He too became a corpse after being shot.

So the people who were originally supposed to be dealt with by him, such as Guo Hua and Gandhi, became the ones that Han Chen had to deal with.

Tsim Sha Tsui is a big piece of fat meat.

Each of them has access to certain channels.

The next step is to see who can first establish a partnership with the major drug lord in Thailand. Whoever does will gain sole control over the white plastic drug, and even if the others don't decline as a result, they will certainly be subject to his control.

Han Chen didn't reveal too much to Huang Zhiming in front of him.

He understands.

With the Ni family, the leader, gone, the target of this good friend's attack naturally changed from the Ni family to their underlings.

Perhaps because Guohua and the others are still alive, the two are still able to maintain their friendship.

But Han Chen was confident that Guo Hua and his two companions would never be a match for him.

So one day they will go from friends to enemies.

Not to mention.

"Alright, we've eaten."

"We've finished catching up."

“I’m a gangster, you’re a police officer. We’re on the same path but different ways.”

I wouldn't betray my friends; getting together privately is enough.

After Han Chen finished eating, he got up, and the short, chubby guy gradually left the factory.

Upon arriving outside the factory, a brand-new black BMW was waiting for a long time.

He opened the car door and got in, and Sha Qiang happened to be sitting in the driver's seat.

Although Sha Qiang is simple-minded, he can still drive.

"Let's go."

Han Chen gave the instructions.

"Got it, boss."

Sha Qiang smiled; they all considered themselves Han Chen's right-hand men.

The two of them went through life and death together.

Han Chen didn't speak until they reached Tsim Sha Tsui.

The car stopped.

He opened the car window and lit a cigarette. Amidst the swirling smoke, Han Chen's smiling face grew increasingly gloomy.

"I'm going to see a private investigator. I need to find out if anything happened between my wife and this former best friend."

Han Chen didn't want to doubt Mary, because he knew deep down what kind of woman she was, as long as her man was doing well.

She doesn't care.

But precisely because of this, Han Chen understood a principle even more clearly: Mary was indeed capable of doing anything for his future, even things that a man would absolutely not tolerate.

Moreover, Mary is now dead, and the weight a dead person carries in the hearts of the living is even more significant.

I hope it won't be what I imagine.

Han Chen thought to himself.

They arrived at a tea restaurant and met the private investigator.

Private investigators dare to act tough in front of wealthy people, but in front of Han Chen, a gang leader, they have to pay upfront and deliver the goods immediately, and they're even afraid that the other party won't pay them, otherwise all their work will have been for nothing.

"Mr. Han, these are the photos we found during the investigation, and also the surveillance footage I got through a friend."

I haven't seen any of the evidence here, but I believe Mr. Han will give a satisfactory answer after he does.

Han Chen remained silent, picking up the photos one by one and looking at them.

He pulled out two or three small rolls from his pocket, each roll representing ten thousand Hong Kong dollars.

"Okay, you can get out."

Han Chen waved his hand and said impatiently.

Having received the money, the private investigator quickly left.

If possible.

He didn't even want to take Han Chen's business, but he was even less willing to offend this big shot in the underworld, otherwise he might be chopped into three pieces at any time, suffering utterly helpless.

After the private investigator left, Han Chen immediately said to Sha Qiang next to him, "One of my brothers should go to his house sometime and give him a proper greeting."

My secret must not be known to anyone.

"Don't worry, boss, leave this to me."

Sha Qiang got up and greeted his brothers.

Only the boss, Han Chen, was left at the tea restaurant.

Looking at the photos in his hand, Han Chen's expression was a mixture of laughter and tears.

Some of the photos were of his wife Mary and Ni Kun, the head of the Ni family, while others were of Huang Zhiming.

Some were in hotel apartments, others were on the street, the two holding hands, their bodies close together, and they even went to see a movie.

"Damn it, they actually went to see a movie."

Han Chen cursed loudly, causing quite a commotion in the tea restaurant. However, the surrounding customers noticed his appearance and the fierce aura he exuded.

Everyone quickly left, no one daring to offend him.

Han Chen exhaled, but in the end, he could only sigh.

After all, Mary was trying to help him.

"So, it really was my wife who killed Ni Kun."

The purpose was to help me advance further and become a bigger player, instead of remaining a subordinate.

Han Chen muttered to himself.

He understood Mary, just as Mary understood him.

If Han Chen knew that everything he had was obtained by abandoning his wife and sacrificing her.

He was absolutely unwilling.

But things have already come to this point. Guohua, Gandhi, Heizi, and Huang Zhiming, you all have to die.

Han Chen was indeed grateful to his wife Mary for killing Ni Kun, but he didn't dare to accept Huang Zhiming at all.

There shouldn't be a single man in the world who would be grateful to another man for cheating on him.

That means the big boss Ni Kun is already dead.

That's why he kept quiet; otherwise, he would have loved to take the other person's corpse out and make sure he died without a burial place, so that he wouldn't even be able to reincarnate.

At this moment, Han Chen became increasingly ruthless, even though the other party was already quite ruthless to begin with.

"It's impossible to finish, it's simply impossible to finish!"

Chan Wing-yan's branch in the Yuen Long district.

As the future leader of the gang, he hadn't even had time to recruit his own underlings yet, but the underlings who originally belonged to Da Fei were all arranged by Da Fei to rush to his side in a swarm.

These underlings were basically people Dafei didn't think much of. Those he thought were good enough had already been brought to his side. They were either transferred to Xinghe Security according to Thirteen Sister's previous arrangements, or they went to the gang's own boxing gym.

In any case, he'll eventually have a normal job, which is the most basic core support around him.

These underlings, whom he looked down upon and who had blinded themselves to follow in their youth, were assigned to Chen Yongren's side, to see how this kid would deal with them.

Anyway, we're in this part of Hong Kong now.

Their Hung Hing triad has a notorious reputation, and as long as they don't cause any major trouble, outsiders would never dare to plant their flag or occupy their territory.

That little bit of management fee and protection fee.

He, Dafei, had long looked down on them, let alone the entire Hung Hing.

Looking at the various documents his underlings had in front of him, Chen Yongren was filled with despair.