radicalducati Chapter 82 Limpy Ho
Chapter 82 Limpy Ho
Chapter 82 Limpy Ho
As Qin Han finished speaking, everyone in the room fell silent, with only the faint sound of the waves of Tai Tam Bay coming through the window.
Raymond Chow and Ni Kuang exchanged a glance, both seeing the surprise in each other's eyes: How come this kid is even plotting against Young Master Luo?
Luo Dehao didn't dare to breathe loudly, looking at his brother pleadingly.
Luo Decheng did not immediately respond to Qin Han's suggestion. He slowly walked to the pile of broken porcelain shards and gently poked at them with the tip of his shoe.
As the youngest Chinese member of parliament in the executive council, he did receive some rumors.
The Governor's Office has secretly established an investigation team to investigate corruption within the police force, and the arrogant Chief Superintendent Godber is naturally on the list of key targets for monitoring.
I've heard there's been some trouble in the Middle East lately, and there's been a power shift in Britain. Naturally, Hong Kong will also need a new group of agents—this investigation team will gain immense power in the future, practically wielding a "sword of Damocles"!
It was only a matter of time before Geber was placed on the altar.
If, as Qin Han suggests, Ge Bai is to take over the mess his brother left behind—
This is not just as simple as getting the younger brother out of trouble.
As long as a suitable intermediary can be found to sever ties with the Luo family, once this huge private transaction is completed, it will be irrefutable evidence of Godber's embezzlement and money laundering!
Before his downfall, this British man who controlled the Kowloon police force, under the control of this evidence, will become the most obedient dog of the Luo family.
When the reckoning comes, this evidence in the Luo family's hands could, in turn, become the last straw that breaks the camel's back.
It was even a pledge of goodwill from the Luo family to the new agents: Look, we are law-abiding citizens who put aside family ties for the greater good and cooperated with the investigation!
It can be used for both offense and defense.
"Phew—" Luo Decheng made up his mind, and his gaze toward Qin Han finally returned to calm.
This young man understands people's hearts, knows how to leverage opportunities, and is also a "martial arts master," yet he only makes movies in Hollywood? What a waste.
He reached into the inside pocket of his suit jacket, pulled out an exquisite cigar box, and with a soft "click," revealed neatly arranged Cuban Cohiba cigars inside.
He took out three sticks and handed them to the three men.
In Hong Kong's high society circles, this is a silent signal: accepting this cigar means we're now business people at the same table.
Luo Decheng picked up a cigarette himself, and Luo Ershao quickly lit a match and patiently helped his brother heat up the tobacco stub.
A bluish-white mist rose among the crowd: "Mr. Qin's scheme is brilliant. If executed properly, it can indeed pull Dehao back from the brink of disaster."
Hearing his older brother's words, Luo Dehao finally breathed a sigh of relief, his face showing the joy of surviving a disaster.
As long as the eldest brother nods, this hurdle is cleared!
Luo Decheng turned his gaze to Ni Kuang, who was enjoying a cigar: "Mr. Ni, the key to this plan lies in the timing. Only when the market believes this stock can be saved will Godber take the bait."
"As far as I know, Mr. Jin Yong is someone who cannot tolerate any wrongdoing. Give me a definite answer regarding this news in Ming Pao."
How long can it be pressed?
Upon hearing this, Ni Kuang's expression turned unusually serious: "Mr. Luo, this matter—is indeed a bit difficult to handle."
"You have no idea what Old Cha's temper is like. Just now, the owner of 'Hong Kong Antenna' was spouting nonsense on TV."
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"If the boss finds out about this, he'll definitely be on tomorrow's front page once he gets angry."
"I'm the one who found the material, and now I'm the one trying to persuade him to hold back the manuscript. That's quite a challenge—"
Luo Decheng frowned slightly and tapped the armrest of the sofa with the butt of his cigar: "Mr. Ni, whether the news comes out a day earlier or later doesn't make much difference to the outcome."
"Three days." He held up three fingers. "Three days later, the Luo family will fully cooperate with Ming Pao to expose these swindlers."
With the Luo family's endorsement, this Ming Pao report is bound to cause a sensation throughout Hong Kong.
Ni Kuang's eyes darted around, weighing the pros and cons, before he steeled himself and said, "Fine! For Young Master Luo, I'll risk my reputation and give it a try!"
"I told Lao Cha that some key evidence still needs to be verified, and for the sake of the rigor of the news, I suggested that we postpone the release for two days."
Three days is the limit; any longer, and Old Cha will definitely chop me up.
"Thank you, Mr. Ni." Luo Decheng nodded and turned his gaze back to Qin Han.
"Mr. Qin, since you came up with this scheme of 'switching flowers and grafting trees,' I think it would be most reasonable for you to take the lead in helping my brother deal with the middleman, wouldn't it?"
Qin Han stuffed the Cohiba into his pocket and said with a smile, "Young Master Luo, although Godber is greedy, he's also cautious. I'm new here in Hong Kong, with no connections or resources. How can I help Young Master Luo?"
Luo Decheng laughed: "As long as you have the guts, I'll set the stage for you and find you the leading actors. It all depends on whether you have the ability to perform well!"
He waved to the servant in the distance, signaling him to come over, and whispered a few words in her ear.
Not long after, a servant brought down an exquisitely crafted business card holder from the second floor.
Young Master Luo rummaged through the contents for a while and pulled out a business card that looked quite old.
It has a black background with gold lettering, but no titles are printed on it. There is only a solitary name and a contact method.
He handed the business card to Qin Han: "This man is an old acquaintance of mine, and also the biggest financier in the entire Hong Kong police system. If he's the one to handle this, Peter will have absolutely no doubts."
"If you can persuade him to be the middleman, I, Luo Decheng, will owe you a favor once it's done."
"In the future in Hong Kong, no matter what it is, as long as you, Mr. Qin, ask, my Luo family will definitely do our best."
Qin Han reached out and took the business card, his gaze falling on the gold-embossed name, Wu Xihao.
"this----"
He was all too familiar with those three words: wasn't that the legendary "Supreme Master of Hong Kong Triads," Limpy Ho?
In the movie "Chasing the Dragon," Donnie Yen plays a ruthless character who shouts "Life and death are predestined, wealth and honor are determined by fate," and the character is based on this man.
Starting from humble beginnings, he built a massive "drug empire" in Hong Kong during the 1970s through his ruthless fighting spirit and shrewd mind, trafficking drugs worth hundreds of millions of Hong Kong dollars.
This is a truly ruthless killer who kills without blinking an eye and devours people without spitting out the bones.
He looked up at Luo Decheng, who was looking at him with a playful gaze, as if waiting for him to back down.
Qin Han instantly understood what Young Master Luo meant: this was a test of his abilities!
The Luo family is a prestigious and influential family. Asking him to personally negotiate business with such a powerful underworld figure would be beneath him!
If something unexpected happens and the truth comes out in the future, will the Luo family still have any reputation left?
This kind of work must be done by an "outsider".
As for himself, Bruce Lee's disciple, he had just earned the reputation of "the world's number one martial artist" on the North American stage, so his identity was perfectly suited to make contact with the underworld.
Young Master Luo is truly a master strategist!
However—Qin Han put the business card into his pocket, which was exactly what he wanted.
Before 1997, these bigwigs in the underworld were an inescapable force in Hong Kong society.
To establish itself here, Han's Film Studio will inevitably have to deal with all sorts of people.
"Wu Xihao—" He repeated the name, deliberately making a bitter face: "Young Master Luo's choice is quite impressive."
"Oh? You know him too?" Luo Decheng looked at Qin Han with a half-smile. "So, how do you plan to persuade him? By force? Your skills are indeed quite impressive—"
"Does Young Master Luo want me to be torn to pieces?" Qin Han shook his head and laughed.
He walked to the window, pushed it open, and looked out at the pitch-black night, as if he could already see the Kowloon Walled City, a place filled with both sin and opportunity.
To take advantage of this powerful figure, one must grasp his greatest need: as Godber's moneybag in Kowloon, the monthly tribute he has to pay is astronomical.
This batch of "miracle stocks" was able to successfully launder the large amount of dirty money in Crippled Ho's hands, so that he could use it to curry favor with Godber and help the Chief Superintendent solve the big problem of cashing out.
I imagine this seasoned veteran wouldn't refuse.
As for the stock price crash three days later—by then, the deal was already done, and Godber would only blame it on the deceitful owner of "Hong Kong Antenna."
After all, who would have thought that even a dignified Chief Superintendent would be taken advantage of?
"Young Master Luo, I'll take this job." Qin Han said to Luo Decheng, looking determined.
"Clap! Clap! Clap!" Luo Decheng clapped and exclaimed, "What courage! Mr. Qin, I'll be waiting for good news."
"You've really gone to a lot of trouble, making this special trip just for my brother's little problem." He extended his right hand to Qin Han.
Qin Han stepped forward and shook hands with Prime Minister Luo: "To be honest, the original purpose of our visit was to use Tai Tam Bay as a filming location for our movie. Once I've taken care of that—"
"You can do whatever you want with this land. I guarantee no one will come to the film set to cause you any trouble," Luo Decheng replied with a smile. "However, if you want to borrow this land, why don't you just have your master come and say so? Why make such a fuss?"
Qin Han's face immediately froze: What? It's that simple?
Could the Luo family also be fans of Master? No way!
He tentatively asked, "Oh? Young Master Luo also enjoys watching my master's movies?"
Luo Decheng laughed heartily: "I love watching it. However, there's another layer of relationship between us, which I'm afraid even he himself doesn't know."
"I would like to hear the details." At this moment, Qin Han had a vague feeling that he had been too clever for his own good and had unnecessarily created this mess.
"Your master's mother, Ho Oi-yu, is the niece of Sir Robert Ho Tung, Hong Kong's richest man. However, because she was born out of wedlock, she married and moved to the United States at a young age, and I guess she never mentioned this to your master from childhood to adulthood."
"My mother, Ho Hei-fai, is Sir Robert Ho Tung's niece. According to the family genealogy, I am your master's cousin!"
Qin Han felt as if he had a mouthful of blood stuck in his throat, and he almost died of anger:
No wonder the previous film "Enter the Dragon" was able to secure this location so easily; they must have been related by marriage!
He wanted nothing more than to slap himself twice across the face.
It was already late at night when we left Tai Tam Bay Estate.
"Ah Han—are you really going to see that Crippled Ho?" Raymond Chow was still a little worried. "He's a ruthless killer. As for the venue, considering your master's connections, the Luo family will agree, right?"
Ni Kuang also expressed some concern: "Yes, Mr. Qin, those Chaozhou guys are the most unreasonable. What if the negotiations break down—"
"Don't worry." Qin Han leaned back in his chair, toying with the business card in his hand: "The reason 'Crippled Hao' has built such a large business isn't just because of ruthlessness, but more importantly, because he's driven by profit."
On the surface, it seemed like I was offering him an immense fortune, so he had no reason to refuse.
"Mr. Zou, could you please deliver a visiting card for me? I'll go and meet him tomorrow."
The next morning, the sun pierced through the morning mist over Victoria Harbour.
Kowloon, Yee On Street.
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This is a gathering place for Chaozhou people, and also the place where Limpy Ho made his fortune.
The streets were lined with all sorts of signs, mahjong parlors, saunas, seafood restaurants, and of course, all sorts of pretty girls, flirting with passersby.
A black sedan slowly pulled up in front of the "Xihao Seafood Restaurant".
Qin Han got out of the car. Today he had specially changed into a black Zhongshan suit, which made him look like a capable martial artist.
The henchman at the door, clearly having received instructions beforehand, came forward to greet him: "Mr. Qin? Boss has been waiting for you for a long time."
Qin Han took out a business card from his pocket and handed it to the henchman, who immediately led Qin Han into the restaurant with a big smile on his face.
Upon entering the hall, a dozen tables were filled with people, but no one touched their chopsticks; all eyes were fixed on the entrance.
What a show of force!
Qin Han remained expressionless and walked towards the center of the hall.
In the very center of the hall, there was a huge round table.
The table was laden with all sorts of delicacies, with a huge roast suckling pig in the center, its color golden and its aroma irresistible.
A slightly overweight middle-aged man wearing a floral shirt was sitting in the main seat, looking nothing like Donnie Yen in his movies.
His left leg looked somewhat unsteady, casually draped over a soft stool—this is the origin of his nickname "Lame Ho".
Qin Han walked to the round table, pulled out the chair opposite him, and sat down with an air of authority.
The henchman who was leading the way stepped forward and handed over the business card.
Limpy Hao picked up the business card, glanced at it, and casually tossed it onto the table: "Are you the Qin Han who defeated the Japanese in America?"
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His voice carried a strong Chaozhou accent: "Wasn't this a visiting card from Raymond Chow? Why are you bringing the business card I gave to the Luo family?"
Qin Han cupped his hands in greeting to Limpy Hao: "I have long admired Brother Hao's name. Today, I have witnessed his prowess, and he truly lives up to his reputation."
"Stop with the pleasantries." Limpy Hao chuckled. "You're quite something, managing to eat at two different places in one meal. So, what do you want?"
As he spoke, he cut off a piece of roast suckling pig and began to chew it heartily.
Qin Han poured himself a cup of tea and gently blew on it: "Brother Hao, have those officials been giving you trouble again lately?"
Limpy Ho glanced at him, a drop of roast suckling pig sauce dripping from the corner of his mouth: "Hmph, you were right!"
"Whether it's the foreigners or my sworn brothers, they've all been incredibly meticulous when it comes to collecting fees lately!"
He slammed his cane on the ground: "Look at me, do I look like I'm short of money? You all, why are you asking 'where did the money come from'?"
"Hmph, as if they don't know how I, Wu Xihao, made my fortune!"
Now Qin Han was certain that news of the planned reforms within the Governor's Office had spread throughout the upper echelons.
However, everyone involved is still pretending to be confused.
"Money is certainly not a problem for Brother Hao," Qin Han said, putting down his teacup. "But what if trouble breaks out at the temple? Won't the worshippers who come to offer incense suffer as well?"
Upon hearing this, Limpy Ho's expression changed slightly.
He had indeed received some inside information and was already accelerating the conversion of his "fans" into various other assets, such as gold and real estate.
Having grown up in the chaotic world of gangsters, he was incredibly audacious, believing that even if the world changed, he would simply be someone else paying the fees.
Therefore, I am quite dissatisfied with Geber's current attitude of "being both in charge and in control".
However, this kid came with a letter from the Luo family. Could it be that the Luo family is reminding him that things will not be as good as they used to be?
He gave a look to his trusted confidants, and they left with their entire group of underlings, leaving only two bodyguards behind him.
The entire hall instantly became empty, leaving only a few tables of untouched food.
Limpy Ho's eyes narrowed, the fierce glint disappearing, replaced by a businessman's shrewdness.
"What do you mean, sir?" He picked up the cigarette case on the table, took a drag of a cigarette, and lit it. "Alright, tell me what you're up to."
"I have a batch of Hong Kong Antenna stock, and I want to give it all to Brother Hao."
Hong Kong antenna?
Limpy Ho was a gambler, and in his view, the stock market was a giant casino, so he often bet big.
This stock's price increase was extremely exaggerated, and its volatility was very high. It seems to have rebounded quite a bit at the opening today.
"Hey beggar, I can buy as much as I want at the exchange. Why should I buy from you?" He was a little unsure of Qin Han's thoughts and asked tentatively.
"Because the tickets I have are cheaper!" Qin Han picked up a napkin and wiped the grease from the corner of his mouth. "Yesterday, this stock fell to 16, and today it's risen to 25, right?"
"But from me, you can buy a full 630 shares for 30 million! Each share costs only 21 yuan."
That's like getting a 50% discount!
Limpy Ho exhaled a puff of smoke, which swirled around his fleshy face: "Kid, I can easily get 630 million right now, but what am I going to do with all these stocks?"
Qin Han pointed to the ceiling: "Brother Hao, weren't you just saying that everyone upstairs is incredibly meticulous about collecting fees lately?"
"Judging from the trend of Hong Kong antenna prices, they're probably going to rise to HK$30 again tomorrow. You could easily 'sell' them to those officials for HK$22 or HK$23, and wouldn't the price difference become your 'tribute' fee?"
"Moreover, if the police officer is actually confronted, he can simply say that all those boxes of Hong Kong dollars under his bed came from the stock market. Wouldn't that be wonderful?"
Now, Limpy Hao understood: this kid had come to do him a favor.
If I could really help Godber launder the money in his hands, he would owe me a huge debt of gratitude.
but----
"30 shares—kid, these shares belong to Luo family's henchmen, right?"
"Given their status and position, why would they need someone like you, someone who lays off people, to handle such a large sum of money privately?"