Calling the Shots in Tuen Mun

The Tuen Mun police chief was a Chinese man surnamed He, roughly under fifty years of age, with a stern, imposing face that looked quite spirited.

"Haha, Mr. Wang, your arrival is a great honor, and I apologize for not welcoming you sooner. Please, sit down, let's talk while seated."

Seeing Wang Yan walk through the door, he smiled, stood up, and gestured toward the guest sofa, inviting him to take a seat. As the highest-ranking officer in the district, he was well aware of the massive commotion downstairs; someone had already reported it to him.

Wang Yan did not stand on ceremony, plopping down onto the sofa and placing the food and cold drinks he was carrying onto the coffee table. "I'm here on behalf of Longteng to offer some comfort to the guardian deities who protect our lives and property. Chief He, you haven't eaten yet, have you? Eat while it's hot; this chef has excellent skills, you're in for a treat."

"Then I must properly taste Mr. Wang's thoughtfulness." Chief He let out a hearty laugh, sat on the single sofa next to Wang Yan, and said, "However, if Mr. Wang doesn't explain the purpose of your visit, I'm afraid this meal won't be easy to digest."

Wang Yan understood the implication. After all, he had brought a group of Guhuozi to rampage through the police station, which was a blatant provocation. Chief He looked amiable, showing no signs of impotent rage or foul language, yet his words were hidden needles. Anyone who could reach this position was no simpleton; he certainly had his share of craftiness.

"Chief He, we are both smart people, so I'll speak plainly."

"Feel free to speak."

Wang Yan nodded and said, "Longteng is now calling the shots in Tuen Mun. I believe Chief He is clear about who we are. Compared to Tung Sing, you surely have a scale in your heart to weigh us. I won't speak empty words; with Longteng's current strength, Tung Sing is no match for us."

"Tung Sing has been running wild in Tuen Mun, making a mess of things, causing public panic, and leaving the people restless. As a citizen of Hong Kong Island and a businessman with assets in Tuen Mun, I need a stable and harmonious environment to operate and develop."

"That is correct." Chief He nodded in agreement without hesitation.

"Since Chief He agrees, then it's easy to handle." Wang Yan nodded. "To have a stable and harmonious environment, we must eliminate the cancer that is Tung Sing. This will inevitably cause some turmoil; I wonder what Chief He thinks of this?"

After listening quietly, Chief He narrowed his eyes and stared at Wang Yan for a long moment before finally speaking. "As the Tuen Mun police chief, maintaining the stability and harmony of this area is naturally my duty."

"Stop beating around the bush." Wang Yan waved his hand impatiently. "Let's be direct. Give me a number."

Chief He raised his palm and spread his five fingers.

"That's not much." Wang Yan smiled and said meaningfully, "I just don't know if it's enough to cover the expenses of your family in Canada..."

Chief He's slightly narrowed eyes widened instantly, and he glared fiercely at the smiling Wang Yan. After a long while, he sighed as if resigning himself to fate. "Tell me your conditions."

"Two hundred and fifty thousand. It will be wired to your wife's card in Canada; keep an eye out for it." As he spoke, Wang Yan stood up to shake hands with Chief He. "Pleasure doing business with you, Chief He. If you have any problems in Tuen Mun in the future, you can come to Longteng."

Chief He offered a fake smile. "Of course, Mr. Wang, take care."

With a smile and a parting "I won't see you out," Wang Yan opened the door and left.

This Chief He was clearly not one of his own; otherwise, he wouldn't have asked for five million. If he wasn't a lackey for the foreigners, he was at least someone who prioritized his own interests above all else.

But in truth, he could have completely ignored this Chief He. After all, he had the strength and the arrangements in place; if he really took action, they wouldn't be able to catch him on anything.

Still, the man was the law, and since he was making a living on their turf, giving a little was fine. If they really wanted to be difficult, it would be quite annoying. If money could solve it, there was no need to look for trouble.

On the way back, Wang Yan received a call from Tung Sing, with the other side expressing a desire to sit down and talk.

Wang Yan scoffed at this call. It had taken them so long to call, which meant they were likely busy with internal power struggles and shifting blame. As for the idea of "talking," he almost laughed out loud. He would have to be incredibly sick to walk into their trap. They had just had their territory snatched, and now they were calling to talk? What was there to talk about? It was clearly a trap.

So, without a second thought, Wang Yan refused directly. He didn't care about the Five Tigers or whatever sick cats they had; they were all small fry. His stance was clear: he was going to fight them to the end.

After hanging up, Wang Yan stopped worrying about Tung Sing and waited for their retaliation; he would just fight them. He went back to continue with post-battle arrangements and further development planning.

Time flew until evening, when Tung Sing gathered a large number of people and marched aggressively toward Tuen Mun.

After the previous battle, Wang Yan only had about eight hundred men left; the rest were lying in the hospital. Eight hundred men were no match for at least three thousand. On average, they were outnumbered more than three to one.

The police received word and came to maintain order, but with four thousand people combined, their limited manpower simply couldn't control the situation or stop the two sides from clashing. Helpless, they could only surround the area, maintaining order and trying to ensure no civilians were harmed.

But there were no civilians left by then; seeing such a massive formation, they had long since hidden far away to find good vantage points. They just didn't dare to get involved; they were all just working for a living, and it wasn't worth getting beaten up by joining in.

Wang Yan was on the roof of a high-rise building in the distance, watching the situation below through binoculars. Since a fight was inevitable, there was no point in wasting breath on verbal abuse; it was meaningless. He didn't want to drag it out, so he called Li Yun, who was leading the charge on the field, and told him to start.

At this moment, one must not show weakness, especially since the other side was mostly there to make up numbers and their individual combat strength was inferior to his eight hundred men. They were just a massive, intimidating-looking crowd that was actually useless. As long as his men could withstand the first wave, the battle would basically be over.

After hanging up, Li Yun strictly followed his boss's instructions and charged forward with his blade without a word. The other side wasn't used to this approach; they were still preparing their insults, waiting to be creative, when the enemy was already upon them. They didn't even react in time, and within moments, a row of them had been knocked down.

Just as Wang Yan expected, in this kind of situation, those standing in the front were the ones who could fight, or perhaps they were Red Poles. Once the fighters in the front were taken down, the rabble behind them would collapse on their own. Very smoothly, the two-sided fight turned into a one-sided chase.

The surrounding police were helpless; their manpower was limited, so they might as well wait for it to end and clean up the mess. They didn't dare to use their guns, nor did they dare to actually hit anyone. They could see that the Longteng men were already bloodthirsty; if they provoked them now, what if they turned on the police?

Therefore, they just watched the spectacle from the sidelines, with some of the bolder ones even pointing and commenting, watching with great interest. After all, this kind of large-scale gang fight was much more exciting than watching a movie.

After a long while, once the blood-fueled courage of the Longteng men faded and they stopped chasing, the situation calmed down, and the police who had been watching for so long finally stepped in to finish the job.

Then, ambulance after ambulance arrived to carry away the injured. Police cars also arrived one after another to make arrests.

By now, everyone still standing on the field was from Longteng; the Tung Sing members were either beaten to the ground or had fled. These Longteng men were cooperative, letting themselves be handcuffed and taken away. Their boss had said not to worry about being arrested; they would be out before long. And regardless of the reason, since they were the ones standing at the end, they would be rewarded with promotions and bonuses, with nothing left out.

Wang Yan was a man of his word; his group had worked hard for half a day, and they couldn't have done it for nothing. He had ordered truckloads of food and drinks to be delivered to the scene and the Tuen Mun police station.

After the commotion settled and there were no more ripples, Wang Yan left to go get some sleep, leaving everything else for tomorrow...

The next morning, after the lawyers at the firm arrived at work, they began going to the police station to post bail and secure releases. As for the unlucky ones who had suffered in the brawl, the money hadn't been spent in vain; Chief He was there to take the heat. Sending a few subordinates in for a couple of years was fine; it wasn't a big problem.

Besides, those unlucky ones were just low-level thugs; apart from their families who might worry, who else would care?

After this, most of Wang Yan's men were in the hospital, leaving his forces thin. However, Tung Sing had also suffered a major blow, and with their own internal power struggles, the number of their injured would only be higher than Longteng's. It cost money to mobilize people for the streets; this time, Tung Sing had spent a million just on the headcount alone, not to mention the costs for medical care and compensation for the families—that was all money.

It wasn't that Wang Yan looked down on them, but he guessed they hadn't even figured out how to pay for this battle, let alone find the time to come and bother him.

As for the other syndicates, they would only watch from the sidelines and gloat; they wouldn't make a move as long as their own interests weren't harmed.

It wasn't that none of them were tempted, but seeing Wang Yan's recent display of power, they didn't dare to act rashly without knowing his true strength. Most importantly, Wang Yan had made a name for himself through his personal combat prowess. If they took down Longteng but failed to kill Wang Yan, who knew how he would retaliate? There would be no good days left for them. Therefore, without the certainty of a kill, they didn't dare to move; there was really no need to risk their lives. Nowadays, most of those who reached high positions had died in the comfort of their own beds.

For a time, all the notable powers in Hong Kong and Kowloon were just watching the show, with not a single one wanting to get involved.

Tung Sing couldn't organize another counterattack, and the other powers didn't come to take advantage of the situation. The time for peaceful development was right in front of him; Wang Yan wouldn't expand again until he had fully consolidated his hold on Tuen Mun.

For a period following that, Wang Yan focused on steady development. He didn't wander around aimlessly because he was afraid of being shot by a sniper. He wasn't afraid of close-quarters combat or even face-to-face confrontations, but he was wary of someone picking him off from a distance. Who could guarantee that the people from Tung Sing wouldn't hire a hitman to take him out? Therefore, he carefully hid within the territory he controlled in Tuen Mun to keep his life.

As the territory expanded, the number of underlings naturally had to keep pace. Consequently, Longteng began another vigorous round of recruitment and screening. This time, as Longteng swept through Tuen Mun, the Guhuozi saw hope. In the past, they had come for the good benefits, but now they were truly coming for their future prospects. One must know that for a start-up organization, if it wants to develop and grow rapidly, it must promote outstanding internal talent as quickly as possible.

To say nothing of the distant past, just look at the recent battle with Tung Sing. The lowest-ranking underlings who participated were promoted by one level, and many were directly promoted by two or three levels; the difference in benefits was like heaven and earth. A Level One was the lowest-ranking underling, a Level Two had four or five people under them, a Level Three had over ten, and moving further up, one would be in charge of a street, or a district encompassing several streets, and so on.

Those past Level Ten were true managers, and all the way up to the final Level Thirteen, those were the true big bosses who controlled various industries, with income that was immeasurable, calculated based on profit sharing. Currently, Longteng only had one Level Thirteen, and that was Li Yun, who had followed Wang Yan from the beginning.

There were many other rising stars, and among them, there were naturally undercover agents. Based on Wang Yan's observations, there were quite a few he could identify. After all, they were elites, and he was a big boss who provided opportunities, so it was normal for them to want to climb the ranks. He didn't interfere; as their status grew higher and higher, it was debatable whether they would even want to go back.

However, Wang Yan respected those who had persistence and ideals.

The undercover agents all used fake identities, and their families and such were hidden and well-protected. For those Wang Yan explicitly confirmed were undercover, some of their family members were even working in companies under his banner, so one could imagine the attitude these people held.

As more and more underlings were recruited, the corresponding logistics companies, shoe factories, garment factories, and so on, all grew rapidly. With more people, the insurance premiums Wang Yan had to pay for them increased, which was a significant sum of money.

Wang Yan didn't want others to earn this money, so he started Longteng Insurance himself. It mainly handled the business of the various companies under his banner, though it would also take on business from other companies. Most of these were companies located in Tuen Mun; they had experienced it firsthand, saw the obvious changes in Tuen Mun, and trusted the strength of Longteng. Moreover, since they were making a living on someone else's turf, it seemed unreasonable not to use their services when they knew they offered them.

At this point, the benefits of Wang Yan's status became apparent. The insurance company took on so much business that other companies' business inevitably decreased, and they found no way to deal with Wang Yan despite using many methods. Wang Yan ignored normal commercial competition, leaving it to the company managers to handle. If the opponents resorted to underhanded tactics, they were just asking for trouble.

Those who play the insurance game are considered tycoons to some extent, with quite strong connections, and the methods they use are varied. When they had nothing better to do, they would conduct various inspections or claim products were substandard. Regarding these actions, Wang Yan didn't say a word; Li Yun arranged everything for them clearly.

They would track the inspectors back to their families, have a friendly chat, and find out who their superiors were. Then, they would investigate those superiors, find some leverage, and if they could cooperate, they would; if not, they would follow the procedures to report them and have them removed. As for the instigators, most would pay to resolve the trouble. Those who refused were already getting close to nature in the ocean.

A series of events made their attitude clear, telling others that Longteng was not to be trifled with. Commercial competition was fine, but they shouldn't resort to under-the-table tactics.

Longteng did not run casinos, did not engage in usury, and did not sell drugs; in fact, if there were people selling in Tuen Mun, they would follow the trail and destroy the source, making them absolutely conscientious. The police were quite happy with this, as there were fewer messy problems to deal with.

As for the other triads, if they could have moved against them, they would have done so long ago. They didn't act during the period of vulnerability after Longteng fought Tung Sing, and now, they probably weren't even a match for them.

Since they couldn't win on either front, as time passed, the various "tycoons" understood the situation and stopped doing useless things.

Not only that, but Wang Yan also carried out a rectification of Tuen Mun. Petty thieves, troublemakers, and those causing disturbances were rooted out by Longteng's people and given a harsh lesson; no one dared to commit crimes at the peak of the crackdown, and it was basically eradicated.

Furthermore, Wang Yan set up offices on every street, watched over by a few underlings. No matter who it was, if they were bullied or treated unfairly in Tuen Mun, they only needed to come here to find Longteng's people, and everything would be resolved clearly. It wasn't that no one complained that Longteng was meddling, but they didn't have the guts to come and pick a fight, so they just grumbled when no one was around.

The police in Tuen Mun were almost bored to death. In the past, they were overwhelmed by all sorts of issues, but now there wasn't a single case.

The uniformed officers had become the most sought-after positions; they didn't patrol the streets anymore, just sitting in Longteng's offices during their shifts. They didn't have to endure the wind or sun, and they were provided with food and drink—it was incredibly comfortable.

The residents here could be said to have seen their happiness index soar, which once led to a surge in housing prices in Tuen Mun, a place that was relatively remote in Hong Kong.

Of course, with Wang Yan developing so aggressively, the problem of corruption was unavoidable. Wang Yan's way of handling it was to establish his own accounting firm, specifically responsible for the financial audits of all companies under his banner, including those in the mainland. He encouraged reporting; as long as someone was caught, they were immediately demoted, and the corrupt individuals were severely punished.

One must know that every company implemented the Thirteen-Level System, and the benefits were beyond reproach. If they were still corrupt under these conditions, they were truly insatiable.

After dealing with a few, this problem was mostly resolved. After all, when taking the money, they would think of their predecessors in that position and how difficult it was to reach that step, so they basically gave up.

The situation in the mainland was also fine. By sharing the examples from Hong Kong with them, it basically deterred a group of people. For those who actually took action, investigating and dealing with a few cases was enough.

Development naturally could not avoid retaliation from Tung Sing. These people would cause trouble for Wang Yan's industries whenever they had the chance; they didn't bite, but they were annoying, causing a certain amount of loss. Wang Yan didn't take it too seriously, just paying a little attention to it. To solve it, he would have to wipe out Tung Sing. However, that would be soon; they wouldn't be able to jump around for much longer.

The little brother has signed the contract and leveled up; there's that checkmark under the author's name.

Big brothers, feel free to cast a vote or something if you have time.

That one vote was arranged by myself, which is a bit embarrassing.

Thank you!