That day, news came from home that there were some matters that his subordinates could not handle and that he, the boss, needed to step in personally. So he boarded a flight to Beijing.
What Wang Yan didn't know was that the translator he'd hired from the Russians, after taking Wang Yan's money, had told his friends about this incident as a funny anecdote. After all, those who could make a living as translators these days had to be quite skilled. And his friend was a police officer.
Needless to say, the police officer was very aware of the situation and reported it directly to his superiors. Although this was not his responsibility, he treated it as a major matter, and it was indeed a major matter.
After being reported up the chain of command, the matter finally reached the top leadership. It was incredibly easy for someone like that to investigate someone; within an hour, Wang Yan's detailed information was on the leadership's desk.
In reality, they had been keeping an eye on Wang Yan. Even before Wang Yan's transformation of the prison into a casino, he had already caught the attention of the higher-ups. They believed that if Wang Yan didn't do something, he would be doomed to fail, regardless of his status. In reality, it was Wang Yan's conduct within his territory, including the series of companies he had established, that changed the higher-ups' attitude towards him.
After all, Hong Kong will be returned to China in a few years, so stability is paramount. And Wang Yan can be stable.
After Wang Yan got off the plane, before he even left the airport, he was surrounded by five or six people, with more than twenty more scattered around. They had detailed information about Wang Yan and were well aware of his combat capabilities. There were also dozens of people outside, worried that Wang Yan would escape.
There was no panic, no panicking; Wang Yan had anticipated this situation. While he didn't know it was the translator who betrayed him, he knew this was the capital, and a dangerous individual like Wang Yan was naturally on the record. Wang Yan was honored that dozens of men had been dispatched to apprehend him, a testament to his strength. Actually, Wang Yan wasn't that impressive. Even if seven or eight of these men had ganged up on him, Wang Yan would have been left stranded. After all, these were elite soldiers.
Wang Yan was taken into the car, his head was covered with a hood, and the car turned left and right.
After his hood was taken off, he looked around and found that he was locked in a small room with someone guarding outside.
After Wang Yan waited patiently for a while, footsteps were heard and a middle-aged man in his forties walked in.
The man shook hands with Wang Yan and was about to speak when Wang Yan interrupted him: "No need to introduce yourself, I have a rough idea."
Then he asked, "What's your name?"
The man was stunned and said, "My last name is Zhang."
"Then let's call me Lao Zhang. I wonder if you brought me here because of the Hong Kong Island or the Su Ah Lian incident?" Wang Yan said.
Old Zhang was a little surprised by Wang Yan's familiarity and understanding of current affairs, as well as his Mandarin proficiency: "All of that."
Wang Yan thought for a moment and said with certainty, "I can maintain stability in Hong Kong." His tone was full of confidence, leaving no room for doubt. Wang Yan didn't want to say too much about this, because it was useless. A country can't trust a person just because of a few words.
"Su Ah Lian bought the gun because it was cheap and good quality, Lao Zhang. I want to expand outwards. Hong Kong Island is too small." Wang Yan spoke the truth. As for whether Lao Zhang believed it or not, he didn't know.
Old Zhang pondered for a moment, then said to Wang Yan, "Is there anything we can help you with?" He had come here primarily to gauge Wang Yan's attitude; this was crucial. He didn't care whether Wang Yan was telling the truth; words were useless; actions were crucial. This was also the reason Wang Yan was so easy to talk to, as he saw that he understood the broader situation, was sensible of the times, and would not harm anyone.
"Of course I have. You know what I've been up to lately. I've been around Hong Kong for over twenty years and haven't killed anyone. After this killing, I'm sure you've noticed my instability. I'm sure you're familiar with this kind of thing. Do you have any solutions?"
Lao Zhang pondered for a moment and said, "This is a psychological problem, or you could say it's a philosophical problem, or a problem of realm."
"Do you understand what I mean?"
After hearing what Lao Zhang said, Wang Yan understood. He had never thought about this before, but now that he had been enlightened, many things became clear to him.
Our culture has been passed down for so many years that it has seeped into our bones. Confucianism advocates moderation, while Taoism advocates inaction. Although Wang Yan hasn't studied these things, he still received nine years of compulsory education, so he knows a little bit about them.
As soon as Wang Yan thought of the doctrine of the mean and inaction, he understood everything.
When practicing martial arts, reaching a certain level of skill leads to a certain state of mind. This is what Guo Yunshen called the "Three Threes" theory, and it's also the philosophy of Bruce Lee's "interception." This is also why martial arts masters are so incredibly mysterious; after all, they're at a high level. Even if you're completely uneducated, their words can still leave you scratching your head.
Of course, if you are poor in literature and rich in martial arts, how can you be uncultured if you practice martial arts? As for Wang Yan's skills, weren't they all acquired through hard work?
Ultimately, Wang Yan only had four quick-fix physical abilities, but he lacked the necessary cultivation and realm to match them. It could also be said that he lacked the mental willpower that comes from constantly pushing the limits of his body.
The lines in "The Grandmaster" can also explain Wang Yan's current situation.
"The true meaning of a sword is not to kill, but to hide."
“The old monkey hangs up his seal and looks back. The key is not hanging up the seal, but looking back.”
Regardless of the context at the time, Wang Yan is like this. He can let go but cannot hold back.
Now the solution has been found, just go back and read more books. In the past, Wang Yan mostly read some professional books and never dabbled in Chinese studies.
Otherwise, Wang Yan was really worried about what to do when he returned to the real world. He was too embarrassed to go out. After all, it didn't feel good to scare a child to tears.
Afterwards, Wang Yan and Lao Zhang exchanged contact information, and Wang Yan was sent away after being told that he could be contacted if there was anything in Hong Kong Island.
Wang Yan dealt with domestic affairs and made some plans, so there was nothing serious.
During this period, it took some time for the Russians to transport their guns and cannons to Hong Kong Island. After all, these things were contraband and difficult to get in. Of course, any problem that could be solved with money was not a problem. After spending a lot of money, they were successfully transported to his territory.
It was May of 1992.
Wang Yan's forces were rapidly expanding, changing daily. He now had over a thousand men under his command, all carefully selected fighters, each one a formidable fighter. His logistics company and shoe factory were also booming, and the families of Wang Yan's subordinates alone numbered five to six thousand. It could be said that if one person joined Longteng, the whole family would be honored.
To Wang Yan's surprise, the acquired MPEG technology had been developed and the VCD was almost ready. It would be finalized and ready for mass production in two months. A golden and sunny road slowly unfolded before Wang Yan.
Wang Yan quickly asked a lawyer to register various companies, including Longteng Technology, Longteng Pictures, Longteng VCD, and a series of other companies, including trademarks, and registered them crazily around the world.
He dispatched a few of his subordinates to the mainland to invest in a factory in Shenzhen, setting up production lines and recruiting workers. The reasons for opening a business in the mainland were simple: lower costs, favorable policies, boosting regional economic development, earning foreign exchange, and so on—the benefits were numerous. Most importantly, he had to be well-positioned and maintain a good attitude. After all, Old Zhang and his team knew exactly how his money came from, so he needed to be a capable executive.
Now Wang Yan’s strength is sufficient, and he doesn’t want to do anything useless anymore.
Wang Yan found a nearby open space and gathered thousands of his men. Seeing his men dressed in suits and looking energetic, Wang Yan delivered an inspiring speech.
Although most of the younger brothers' families worked at Longteng, Wang Yan still had to brainwash them because an organization without goals and beliefs could not last long.
Wang Yan said a lot, but he summed it up in one sentence: "Just follow me and it's all over."
After a passionate speech, Wang Yan stood on the stage and said with great dominance: "Brothers, Tuen Mun belongs to Longteng, and it can only belong to Longteng."
The younger brothers exploded with a bang. They had been wanting to get out for a long time. Although other gangs could gather tens of thousands of people at a time, it was still unknown whether they could fight and gather thousands of people.
Wang Yan's men were all elite gangsters, and they knew all about this stuff. They were eager to fight, because how could they show off without fighting? How could they rise to power without a chance to show off?
Wang Yan didn't want to waste time, so he just issued an order and swept through Tuen Mun overnight.
When the news of Tuen Mun changing its owner overnight spread, the Hong Kong underworld was shocked.
There was no other way. In the past, those who tried to get involved in the underworld usually joined traditional societies. Very few would set up their own societies, let alone make a name for themselves. Therefore, the only societies that came and went in Hong Kong were the same few societies.
Even though Wang Yan's generous treatment of his younger brother had made them take advantage of him, they didn't take him seriously. He was just a good fighter. What good was his fighting skills? Wouldn't he still be done with one volley? They simply dismissed Wang Yan as a fool with lots of money.
This time was different, they had all received the news. Wang Yan dispatched thousands of thugs at once, which immediately made the big brothers look at Wang Yan with new eyes.
Young and Dangerous guys usually fight for easy victories, just to get kills. How many of them are willing to risk their lives to get ahead? Wang Yan and his gang are all desperate to get ahead, fearless and ruthless. When they get promoted, their salaries increase dramatically, and their families also benefit.
Their families work at logistics companies, shoe factories, and other companies, all filled with the families of other junior employees. When they chat, they often find that if you're of lower rank, your family won't speak to you with any authority. Where can you avoid comparisons and forming social circles?
This time, these big brothers, who had lived in peace for too long, felt the crisis. This was the social world. They no longer dared to fight or fight, no longer desperately trying to get ahead. They began to spend money on wine and women, and started to enjoy life. After living in comfort for too long, they were almost dying.
All the big brothers were trying to find out the news, wanting to know what Wang Yan's attitude was so that they could decide how to deal with him.
Ni Yongxiao called Wang Yan to congratulate him the moment he received the news. He knew Wang Yan's true character. Even before Wang Yan paid him back, he had sent someone to secretly track and investigate Wang Yan, which showed how ruthless Wang Yan was. Therefore, the phone call was quite polite. He knew things were different now. Back then, he could still manipulate Wang Yan, but now, to put it bluntly, Wang Yan wanted to crush him like he was an ant.
Wang Yan received the call and praised it without saying anything. He was currently doing post-war statistics.
The injured company will receive compensation, and the hospital will provide them with housing. Then, we will tally up the numbers of soldiers who have made contributions in combat, and give those who deserve promotions and rewards.
Wang Yan previously ran a law firm filled with elite lawyers. Uninjured younger brothers would lead the lawyers through the streets, signing contracts. The revenue would take time to be calculated.
The main thing is to reward and punish. If you are a boss, you must give your subordinates the opportunity to move up. Who will follow you if they can see the end of the matter?
We also need to prepare for the upcoming counterattack and attack.
Tuen Mun is not an ownerless place. It used to be the territory of Dongxing. Now that Wang Yan has taken it over quietly, he will inevitably have to withstand the counterattack of Dongxing.
Of course, Wang Yan had to consider the police force's reaction when doing this.
After receiving the news that Wang Yan took thousands of people out on the street, the police force was in chaos and was busy all night.
Without waiting for the police to come and cause trouble, Wang Yan took a group of his men and more than ten cars and went to Tuen Mun Police Station in a mighty manner.
The police were furious when they saw Wang Yan and his group coming. "You've caused such a big mess, and now you dare to come to the police station to protest? This is unbearable."
Led by a senior inspector, dozens of policemen gathered around and nervously confronted Wang Yan's men with guns raised.
Wang Yan stepped forward and separated the crowd
"Commanders, put your guns down and don't be so nervous."
"The police and the public are as close as fish and water. The officers risk their lives to protect the safety of us residents. I'm here to express my condolences to you officers."
As he said that, he turned to his men behind him and said, "Why don't you bring all the things up here?"
Seeing him like this, the senior inspector waved his hand, and the policemen put down their guns and looked at Wang Yan curiously to see what he had done.
Then two trucks rumbled over, and the men opened the doors. Wang Yan said to the inspector, "Sir, here are some milk tea, cold drinks, and some packed meals from various restaurants. The officers have been busy all night and probably haven't had time to eat. These are my treats to you, Wang Yan."
After saying that, he ordered his men: "Come on, brothers, go and distribute it to the officers on the scene and those working inside."
The boys quickly started to move, forming groups of two, one carrying a pile of food, the other carrying a bag of various cold drinks, and they headed towards the police station.
The underlings didn't care. The boss said it had to be distributed to every police officer. Therefore, they didn't care about your status. Whether you were an inspector or a superintendent, whether you worked in the lobby or in the office. No matter what job you did, if you saw someone empty-handed, they would give them a meal or a cold drink.
The police officers in the police station were all stunned. A group of big men in suits and ties were running rampant in the police station.
The policemen didn't know what was going on and didn't move around. They just watched a group of people go from floor to floor.
Wang Yan was led by the inspector directly to the police chief's office with a meal.
