Hong Kong Comprehensive Report: After Being Undercover for Three Years, I Lifted the Table to Clear Hong Xing's Name

In the 1980s, Hong Kong Island was filled with clubs and dwarf mules. Lu Jinglin traveled through the world of Hong Kong and became Huang Zhicheng's undercover agent, sneaking into Hongxing Liangkun's family for three years. At the end of the three-year period, Huang Zhicheng said a word. "Undercover for another three years." Liangkun also patted his shoulder. "Feilin, help me get rid of Chen Haonan, and I will support you in my job." Lu Jinglin looked at the policeman who wanted to treat him as an outcast, and the club boss who wanted to use him as a knife, and smiled. "What's the most important thing when you come out to hang out?" "Loyalty?" "Wrong." "It's about paying taxes, it's about licenses, it's about cash flow, it's about making the neighbors, police officers, ghost guys, congressmen and reporters all dependent on you." After being bound to the [Zhengxing Godfather System], Lu Jinglin can get rewards as long as he transforms gray industries into legitimate businesses, transforms bad guys into employees, and transforms the club's territory into a legitimate business territory. As a result, the style of Hong Kong Island changed. Chen Haonan is still talking about brotherhood, but Lu Jinglin has already paid his younger brother a basic salary, bonus, and accident insurance. Boss B is still drawing cakes, while Lu Jinglin has already led people to buy properties, open factories, and build brands. Jiang Tiansheng is still playing dragon head balancing, while Lu Jinglin has become one of the top ten outstanding young candidates. Liangkun wanted to lose his fans, so he turned around and transformed Qiankun Film Company into the number one film and television group in Hong Kong Island. Dongxing wanted to step in, so he directly donated the police car, and the anti-gangster team raided Dongxing overnight. At the Hongxing Conference, Jiang Tiansheng asked angrily: "Lu Jinglin, what exactly do you want to do?" Lu Jinglin slapped a stack of tax forms on the table. "I want to tell you." "In what age is this, who still runs old-fashioned societies?"