Hong Kong: Rise of the Kings

"This Du Yongxiao is really amazing!"

In the CEO's office of Cheung Kong, Li Jiacheng took off his black-rimmed glasses and pinched the corners of his eyes, "I actually thought of joining forces with the Huo family."

Song Bingshu sighed and said, "I really don't know if he is lucky to know Young Master Huo."

"Lucky? I never believe in luck." Li Jiacheng sneered, "If everyone in business believes in luck and prays to God and Buddha, wouldn't everyone be a super tycoon?"

"Boss, what do you mean—"

"Go, call the supervisor of the property department."

"Yes!" Song Bingshu went over to inform.

Li Jiacheng put on his glasses again, tapped his fingers on the table, his eyes were sharp.

Soon, Jia Pengfei, the asset manager, came over, "Boss, what do you need from me?"

"Sit!" Li Jiacheng pointed to the sofa.

Jia Pengfei glanced at Song Bingshu, and Song Bingshu gave him a look, implying that he didn't know what Boss Li was going to do.

"Coffee, or tea?"

"Oh no."

Li Jiacheng nodded, "Now time is money. You and Song Dazhuang will dispatch together to collect the land and houses around Times Square as soon as you can, and buy as much as you can. I want to swallow all the real estate in the shortest possible time."

Song Bingshu and Jia Pengfei looked at each other, "The boss means—"

"Take a ride!" Li Jiacheng stood up, "If you build a square, I'll buy land around it!"

...

"Grandma, how much do you want for this tenement building?"

Datouwen was sweating profusely, holding a cattail fan in his hand and fanning grandma vigorously.

"This house, I don't sell it!"

"Why don't you sell it?"

"I want to give it to my grandson, let him marry a wife and have children." Grandma leaned against the wall, chewing peanut kernels and said.

"This house is so dilapidated, how can it be a new house?" Datouwen continued to work hard, "Why don't you sell it to me, and I'll give you more money?"

"The house is so dilapidated, why did you buy it?"

"Oh, I grew up here as a kid and now want to move back and remember the past."

"Are you from here?"

"of course."

"Do you know that rabbit-headed San who sells sugar-fried chestnuts on the street?"

"Ah? Yes, of course!"

"Rabbit-headed Asan is my son, and he sells sugar-fried chestnuts just to marry my grandson!"

"It turns out that everyone is an old neighbor, so you can make a price!"

Grandma swallowed the peanuts she was chewing, "30,000, if you take out 30,000, I'll sell you this tenement building!"

Datouwen was taken aback, and hurriedly said: "30,000 is too expensive, why not 20,000, I accept your favor."

Grandma shook her head like a rattle, "I won't sell it for less than 30,000 yuan!"

"Grandma, don't be so brainy. We are old neighbors. I used to go to your son, Rabbit Head San, to buy sugar-fried chestnuts!"

Grandma smiled, "You know, my son is not a rabbit-headed son, and he doesn't sell sugar-fried chestnuts. He works at the dock."

"Ah, why did you—"

"Try if you are not honest. Now you know, you are not honest."

Datouwen blushed, and was about to continue bargaining with grandma, when he said in a voice, "Grandma, is it 30,000 yuan? I bought this building!"

While talking, Doujiqiang walked over with a smile and took out a wad of money from his pocket, "This is the deposit, we can sign the contract tomorrow."

"Doujiqiang, how do you cut off the bullshit when you are on the street?" Datouwen said angrily.

Dou Jiqiang shrugged: "Who told you to start too late, and keep haggling!"

"you--"

"Don't blame me, you'd better go to the next house as soon as possible, Zhuang Dingxian ran over when I saw the buck-toothed horse just now, by the way, there is also Ren Darong!"

"Ah, Ren Darong did it too? Isn't he very noble?"

"Fuck you! He's the fastest runner among so many people!"

...

"Uncle, how much do you want for this arcade?" Ren Darong asked the old man kindly.

The old man squatted on the ground, smoking a pipe pot, and said, "How much can you give?"

"I can give you a market price."

"What's the market price?"

"Thirty thousand."

"Too little."

"It's quite a lot. I've inquired about it, and the housing prices here are about the same."

"Young man, don't fool me. A buck-tooth boy came here just now and offered 30,000 yuan, and I didn't sell it!" The old man squinted at Ren Darong, "I think you are honest, so I have a few more words with you. The price is fifty thousand!"

"Too much, Uncle, this arcade is old and dilapidated, it's not worth that much money."

"Haha, you haven't lived here before, so I have the final say on how much it's worth!" The old man said knocking on the cigarette pipe pot, "The last sentence, do you want to buy it or not?"

Ren Darong hesitated for a long time, then gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, I'll buy it!"

"That's right. Although my arcade is dilapidated, it's very comfortable to live in!" The old man was very satisfied with Ren Darong's attitude.

Ren Darong gave the old man a deposit and simply signed a contract, intending to officially take over the building tomorrow.

As soon as Ren Darong left here, the old man smiled and shouted upstairs: "Young man, thank you! I didn't expect this dilapidated building to sell for so much money!"

"You don't need to thank me, it's just a matter of raising my hand!" Zhuang Dingxian came down from upstairs, "But sir, we agreed before——"

"I know! I know!" The old man grinned and said, "Five thousand, I'll give it to you later! Haha, the broken building that was originally worth 30,000 can be sold for 50,000. I earn 15,000 more, and I am already satisfied." !"

Zhuang Dingxian gave the uncle a thumbs up: "Master, wise!"

...

Du Yongxiao was surrounded by the five tiger generals, Datouwen, Baoyaju, Douqiang, Ren Darong and Zhuang Dingxian, and the Eight Immortals crossed the sea, each showing their magical powers.

Here Liu Jianxiong and Bai Yingjun are not idle, and they are also frantically confiscating buildings and land.

I don't know who leaked the news. After Lei Luo, Lan Gang, and Han Sen heard the news, they immediately sent troops to the Causeway Bay.

"Auntie, is this house for sale? Fifteen thousand!"

"Abbot, at most you can build a toilet on this land, why don't you sell it to me, at least you can earn a coffin book!"

Lei Luo and the others moved too much, and it soon affected other big bosses in the police station.

The old fox Yan Xiong knew right away that he was not idle, so he asked his subordinates Lai Pihua and Huo Qilin to join the building confiscation brigade. According to what he meant, although he hated Du Yongxiao deeply, it did not prevent him from making money with Du Yongxiao.

Yan Xiong's way of confiscating buildings is relatively rough. He specifically looks for those landlords who owe gambling debts and usury loans, and then moves them with emotion and understands them with reason. Soon those debtors sold their property to Yan Xiong at a low price.

When Li Jiacheng's subordinates Song Bingshu and Jia Pengfei came to Causeway Bay with a professional building recovery team, they realized that they were late.

The detectives, plainclothes, and even the military and police in Hong Kong collectively speculated and collected the buildings.

The overwhelming momentum completely shocked the two of them.

"How could this be?"

"Are these cops crazy?"

at the same time--

Those plainclothes detectives who benefited, as well as police officers in uniform, placed a statue of the God of Wealth at home by coincidence, and burned incense every morning and evening: "Inspector Du, bless Fa Cai!"