My teacher is Bruce Lee, who dominated Hollywood.

Chapter 79 "Hong Kong Antenna?" "Hong Kong Morgue!"

Raymond Chow paced nervously back and forth in his office with his hands behind his back, looking agitated, his eyes glancing at the telephone on his desk every now and then.

"Ah Han, are you sure... you didn't hear wrong?"

This is the eighth time he has asked the same question.

Qin Han wiped his face and repeated for the eighth time, "Mr. Zou, those two in the next private room are drunk and very loud. I could hear them clearly."

"This Hong Kong antenna company is just a shell company with nothing to its name, and the boss is already preparing to run away."

This was, of course, a poorly made-up story he fabricated on the spot, just to pull Raymond Chow out of this mess, and it couldn't stand up to scrutiny at all.

But now the CEO of Jiahe is already so anxious that he has no time to think about it carefully.

He stopped and reached for the microphone again, but after a few seconds, he put it down dejectedly.

"What if... what if those two were just bragging?" He gritted his teeth, a hint of hope in his voice:

"Young Master Luo assured me that there's a big player behind this stock, and it'll rise to fifty yuan..."

"Mr. Zou," Qin Han interrupted his fantasy, "if what I heard is true, once the front page headline of Ming Pao is printed, this stock will become worthless, too hard even to wipe your butt with."

Raymond Chow's expression changed repeatedly. Just as he was struggling with this internal conflict, the phone on the table suddenly rang.

"Ring ring ring—!!!" The ringing was like a death knell.

He shuddered, lunged forward, and grabbed the microphone: "Huh?! Is this Mr. Ni?"

Ni Kuang's booming voice came from the other end of the microphone, clearly audible to everyone in the room: "Mr. Zou? Wow, Qin Sheng is truly remarkable!"

"My crew of paparazzi searched every nook and cranny of Kowloon Tong, and guess what they found on the roof of a run-down building?"

Raymond Chow's heart started pounding: "What did you see?"

"A rusty iron pole!" Ni Kuang burst into laughter, the microphone vibrating loudly. "Those bastards didn't even bother to paint it! Hahahaha!"

"Thud." The microphone slipped from Raymond Chow's hand and hit the table.

Although he was mentally prepared, when the truth was laid bare before him, this film industry tycoon still felt a wave of dizziness.

"Mr. Ni, I have a favor to ask you. Could you perhaps suppress this news for now? Let's meet at Tai Tam Bay later and discuss it in detail!" Qin Han picked up the dropped microphone and said to Ni Kuang.

"Tatam Bay? Isn't that the Luo family's territory?" Ni Kuang was somewhat surprised. "Alright, it's been a long time since we last met. I'll take this opportunity to pay a visit to the two young masters of the Luo family."

After hanging up the phone, Qin Han looked at Zou Wenhuai, whose face was pale: "Mr. Zou, now is not the time to be spacing out."

"Call your broker immediately and get all the stocks ready! Also, quickly remind Young Master Luo."

This low shout finally brought Raymond Chow back to his senses.

Yes, if I hadn't informed Rod Howe after such news broke, this feud would have been huge.

In Hong Kong, if you offend the Luo family, Golden Harvest can forget about having a good future.

"Hey? Young Master Luo! It's me, Old Zou! Listen, something terrible has happened..."

A few minutes later, Raymond Chow put down the phone and slumped into his chair, utterly exhausted: "Ah Han, we owe you so much this time. If it weren't for you, I don't know how big a hole would have formed in Jiahe's working capital this year."

"We're friends, this is just what I should do." Qin Han glanced at his watch. "Let's go, Mr. Zou, let's hurry to Tai Tam Bay."

……

Tai Tam Bay, Luo Family Courtyard.

At this moment, the mansion was filled with furious roars, and shattered porcelain shards littered the floor.

"Liar! They're all liars! Sink that agent into the high seas!"

Luo Luohao, the second young master of the Luo family, had red eyes and was swinging a golf club, smashing the leather sofa and sending cotton fluff flying everywhere.

The servants huddled in the corner, trembling and afraid to even breathe.

As the three entered the living room, Raymond Chow was nearly hit by a piece of porcelain that flew towards him.

Seeing Raymond Chow arrive, Rod Howe finally calmed down a bit and put down his golf club: "Old Chow, where did you get this information?"

Raymond Chow smiled wryly and pointed behind him: "This is Chin Han. He just came back from Hollywood. He overheard the news by accident."

Luo Dehao slumped onto the floor strewn with shards of broken porcelain, clutching his head in his hands: "When the news comes out tomorrow, so many stocks will really become worthless..."

"I'm doomed... I've staked my entire trust fund for next year on this. If my dad finds out, I'm dead."

The Luo family was large and powerful, and its rules were extremely strict.

The eldest son, Luo Decheng, was a prodigy and the future head of the family. He was exceptionally talented from a young age and later became someone even Li Ka-shing respected.

And Rodhow, it was like a superfluous shadow.

His father had very low expectations of him: be a wealthy idler and don't cause trouble for the family.

But now, he has created a huge hole.

"Young Master Luo," Qin Han stepped over the mess and walked up to him, "If you sell now, how much of your principal can you expect to recover?"

Luo Dehao looked up, his eyes somewhat vacant: "The price has already dropped by almost half... Even if I sell everything, I'll still lose three or four million..."

In 1973, a few million Hong Kong dollars was enough to buy several buildings.

Alas, as expected, once a spoiled brat gets an idea, he often turns into the most terrifying spendthrift.

Just then, the television in the living room started playing a news report: the owner of Hong Kong Antenna was being interviewed.

In the video, he speaks eloquently, telling reporters that his antenna research and development has made groundbreaking progress.

Moreover, cable TV licenses will be issued soon, and every household will be able to watch clear and smooth television programs.

"Damn liar!" Rod Howe grabbed the golf club next to him and threw it at the TV, smashing the screen to pieces. "What Hong Kong antenna! It should be renamed Hong Kong Morgue!"

Cable TV?

Qin Han scoffed at this in his heart: That all happened after the 90s!

However, this news could be a turning point!

He immediately said to Ni Kuang, "Mr. Ni, I didn't have time to explain in detail on the phone just now. Could we postpone the release of that news until the day after tomorrow?"

"Press it until the day after tomorrow?" Ni Kuang frowned. "Qin Sheng, what's the use of an extra day or two? It'll still collapse eventually. Do you think this lousy company can conjure a gold mine overnight?"

Qin Han pointed to the smashed television and said, "As you can see, the owner of Hong Kong Antenna is still cooperating with those overseas speculators in putting on a show. After this interview is released, the stock price will probably rebound."

"Adding the two-day time difference is the key to our comeback!"

Just then, another person walked in from outside: a sharp suit, slicked-back hair styled with gel, and incredibly sharp eyes, frowning as he looked at the mess on the floor.

Luo Decheng, the eldest young master of the Luo family is back.