FYN Chapter 86 Avalanche
Chapter 86 Avalanche
Chapter 86 Avalanche
As soon as he left Kowloon Walled City, Qin Han felt much more relaxed.
Back in Tai Tam Bay, the once barren coastal cliffs have been completely transformed.
Under the pressure of Ridley Scott, the "devilish client," the prop masters and set designers of Golden Harvest unleashed astonishing fighting power.
A mysterious island fortress is taking shape—this is the private kingdom of the main villain, Mr. Han.
The massive stone pillars stand atop the reef, carved with ferocious dragon patterns, exuding a chilling aura in the afterglow of the setting sun.
Looking at all this, Qin Han couldn't help but feel a sense of emotion.
On one side, there is a fantastical world woven from light and shadow; on the other side, a real bloodbath is about to unfold.
January 12, 1973, early morning.
As usual, commuters passing by the newsstand would casually buy a copy of the newly released Ming Pao newspaper.
Soon, everyone realized something was wrong—a front-page headline read, "Hong Kong Antenna: A Shocking Scam Without an Antenna!"
A long line immediately formed in front of the newsstand, and the newspapers quickly sold out.
This report was like a heavy hammer blow, slamming into the skull of every stock investor.
The article details the so-called "high-tech company": all their assets consist of a rusty iron pole standing on the roof of a dilapidated building in Kowloon.
There is no research and development, no business, only crazy hype and overseas speculators' tricks to fool people.
Fear immediately spread throughout the city.
9:50 a.m., Hong Kong Stock Exchange.
The gentlemen who used to be dressed in suits and ties and chatted amiably have now all turned into bloodthirsty beasts.
Before the gate even opened, the crowded people were already squeezing the iron railings, making them creak and groan.
"Give me my money back! We want my money back!"
"Liar! Hand over the people from that bastard company!"
Some waved their stock certificates, some held newly bought newspapers, and many more clenched their fists, roaring that they wanted to rush in and demand an explanation.
The exchange staff were too afraid to open the door; their clothes were already soaked with cold sweat.
"when--!"
As the opening bell rang, the numbers on the price boards in the trading hall began to jump wildly.
香港天·：3·——————2·.5——————2·.0————2·.0————
There were no buy orders, only a flood of sell orders!
The stock market investors outside went completely crazy, and the crowd surged towards the exchange gates like a burst dam.
"Hold on! Don't let them in!" the manager shouted hoarsely, directing more than a dozen security guards wielding batons to block the entrance.
At the same time, the piercing sound of police sirens echoed throughout Central.
Riot police, wearing helmets, formed a human wall, attempting to push the out-of-control crowd back.
"You bunch of corrupt cops! Instead of arresting swindlers, you're arresting us ordinary people!" Someone threw a leather shoe, which hit a police chief's helmet.
The powder keg was ignited instantly!
"Disperse them!" the sheriff ordered.
Police batons rained down, and screams and cries instantly filled the entire street.
Just as the chaos reached its peak—"Bang!"
A loud bang, like a ripe watermelon falling from the sky and crashing hard onto the concrete ground.
On the concrete ground at the entrance of the trading house, an old man in an old suit was lying face down, blood slowly seeping from beneath him, staining the scattered "Hong Kong Antenna" stock certificates.
"ah--!!!"
Screams pierced the air, and the crowd surged forward even more frantically; the scene was completely out of control!
North Point, Ming Pao newspaper building.
Ni Kuang stood by the window, watching the chaotic traffic below. The cigarette between his fingers had burned to the very end, scalding his fingers, before he finally came to his senses.
"Old Cha, the reporter who was covering the streets just called—someone has jumped off a building in Central."
He turned around, his usual carefree smile gone: "Once this report is published, I wonder how many families will be torn apart, broken up, and even killed."
Behind his desk, Jin Yong looked up, his eyes still unwavering: "How could we not report this kind of news?"
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"If this lid isn't removed, the balloon will continue to inflate."
"If they really drive the stock price up to HK$50 or HK$100, the number of people jumping off the top of the Central Tower would probably fill Queen's Road!"
He stood up, walked to Ni Kuang's side, grabbed his old friend's shoulder, and said, "A short, sharp pain is worse than a long, drawn-out one. Someone has to puncture this boil. Otherwise, in the future, even more people will be buried with these swindlers!"
Ni Kuang sighed and tossed the cigarette butt into the ashtray: "I understand the logic. But—oh well, never mind."
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Clearwater Bay, Shaw Studios.
The atmosphere in Run Run Shaw's office was equally somber.
Cai Lan reported the news he had just received, and then placed the Ming Pao newspaper on Uncle Six's desk.
"Sixth Uncle, the information is confirmed. It's that same kid who uncovered the secrets behind the Hong Kong antenna scandal."
The two shiny walnuts in Run Run Shaw's hand stopped spinning.
He stared at the shocking headline in the newspaper for a long time before finally letting out a sigh: "The younger generation is truly formidable!"
"How long has he been in Hong Kong? Less than a month, right? Not only has he taken care of the Luo family and gotten involved with Crippled Ho, but now he's even managed to stir up the stock market into this mess."
Seizing the opportunity, Cai Lan tentatively asked, "Sixth Uncle, since this young man is indeed exceptional, what about his previous suggestion regarding the collaborative development of Mr. Jin Yong's novel copyrights—"
Run Run Shaw suddenly raised his right hand, interrupting Cai Lan.
His pride as a dominant figure in the film industry made it difficult for him to bow down to a fledgling young man.
"The 'package deal' system—once this loophole is opened, it's very difficult to close it again."
He started cracking the walnut in his hand again: "If his 'Enter the Dragon' is released and truly gains Jin Yong's approval, then we'll talk about this again!"
Kowloon, Chief Superintendent's Office.
The sun was shining brightly outside the window, but the office felt like an icebox.
Peter Godber, the usually imposing chief superintendent, was now slumped in his leather swivel chair, his face deathly pale.
His hands trembled violently, and the copy of Ming Pao he was holding was crumpled and crumpled.
The radio on my desk was still playing the latest stock market news: "The Hang Seng Index suffered a sharp drop—Hong Kong Antenna opened and immediately collapsed, currently priced at HK$1.5, with a large backlog of sell orders—"
"1.5 yuan —"
Ge Bo felt a metallic taste in his throat and almost spat out a mouthful of blood.
Just yesterday morning, he happily signed the papers and took over 30 shares from Limpy Ho at an "internal preferential price" of 23 yuan per share.
That's a whopping HK$690 million!
That was the majority of his wealth that he had painstakingly accumulated over the years in Hong Kong, risking accepting bribes and constantly being wary of the Independent Commission Against Corruption (ICAC) investigation team!
What was originally thought to be a perfect money laundering scheme was that as long as the stock price remained at 30 yuan, it could be sold for 900 million yuan, not only laundering the principal but also netting 200 million yuan in "fees".
But now?
Overnight, heaven and hell transformed.
The 690 million became 45, and they couldn't even get that 45 back because there was no one willing to take over!
"Fuck! Fuck! This damn fraudulent company! And that damn cripple!"
Geber abruptly swept the radio to the ground, shattering it into pieces, and the shrill broadcast finally stopped.
He grabbed the phone on the table and, with trembling fingers, dialed Limpy Ho's number.
"beep----·----·----"
The phone rang for a long time before it was answered.
"Hey? Who is it?" Limpy Ho's voice sounded lazy, with the noisy sound of mahjong tiles in the background.
"Wu! It's me!" Ge Bo roared into the microphone, "What's going on with those stocks?! Did you know something was going to happen today?!"
"Give me my money back! Now! Immediately! Return my 690 million immediately! Otherwise, I'll shut down all your establishments!"
There was a two-second silence on the other end of the phone, followed by a sneer.
"Sir, doing business is all about mutual consent. You were smiling more happily than anyone else when you were signing the papers yesterday."
Limpy Ho's voice carried an unprecedented air of perfunctoriness: "Besides, the stock market is risky; that's common sense. I've lost quite a bit too. Who am I supposed to ask for a refund?"
"You—" Ge Bo trembled with rage, "You bastard! Do you believe I'll issue an arrest warrant for you right now?!"
"Arrest me? Sure." Limpy Ho wasn't buying it. "I'm playing mahjong with my lawyer right now. If you have evidence, come and arrest me. If you don't—"
Even a chief superintendent can't just bite people randomly, can he?
"I'm busy right now, I'll hang up now."
"Click." The call ended.
Peter held the receiver, stunned.
Something's not right, something's really not right!
In the past, Limpy Ho was like a dog wagging its tail and begging for mercy in front of him, not daring to speak even a little louder.
How dare you hang up on him today? And even mock him?
This isn't just a matter of running out of money; in some places, things have spiraled out of control.
An unprecedented sense of panic washed over him. Ge Bo felt as if he were standing on the edge of a cliff, with the stones beneath his feet slowly loosening.
We must find someone to find out!
He quickly dialed the number and called Lü Le.
"Beep beep beep beep" No one answered.
Then call Lan Gang.
"Beep beep beep beep" Still no answer.
Yan Xiong, Han Sen —
The four detectives' phone calls went unanswered, as if they had all agreed to do so.
Cold sweat streamed down Ge Bo's forehead, soaking his collar.
He yelled at the door, "Help! Help!"
A young police officer pushed open the door and walked in, looking nervously at his superior, whose face was flushed: "Ah, sir?"
"Go! Send men to Lü Le's house! To Lan Gang's residence! Whatever they're doing, bring them here immediately!"
The officer looked embarrassed and stammered, "Um—sir, I just received news—"
"What news? Tell me quickly!" Ge Bo felt his vision blurring.
"Detective Lu took his whole family to the airport last night, saying they were going to the United States to visit relatives. Detective Lan and the others have also taken extended leave."
"This morning, the deputy superintendent went to their house to deal with the riot at the stock exchange. Their house has already been emptied out—"
"Buzz—" Ge Bo felt a roar in his head, and the scenery in front of him began to spin rapidly.
These beasts ran away overnight without even saying goodbye?
He slumped into a chair, staring blankly at the ceiling fan.
The constantly spinning blades were like a giant vortex, threatening to completely engulf him.
The money is gone.
His most "capable" Chinese detectives had all run away.
Even the most obedient underworld boss suddenly turned against them.
All of this was like a meticulously woven net that suddenly tightened.
"This is a setup—"
Geber muttered to himself, "This is a trap set against me—"
"Who is it? Who on earth is plotting against me?!"
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