Hong Kong: Rise of the Kings

"Mike, are you sure? Is it this company? Are we in the wrong place?"

Michael's father, Jackson Sr., brought his five sons to the entertainment company building newly arranged by Du Yongxiao. He looked up and said, "I don't think there is a record company in this building! Don't underestimate me. I know this kind of thing very well. I have been to many record companies and know them all! If nothing else, the bosses will treat me to dinner as soon as they see me!"

"Dad, since you are so good, why don't you sign with a record company?"

"That's right, even if you pay for a meal, are they still reluctant to part with that little money?"

Old Jackson blushed, "Go away! You little bastards, you little bastards can only guess! Those bosses respect me so much, but they are too embarrassed to sign me because they respect me too much!"

"Oh, so that's it!"

"We got it!"

"You know what the hell! Come upstairs!" Old Jackson scolded, "If it weren't for you five little bastards dragging me down, I would have become famous long ago!"

Thumb thump!

A few people went upstairs, followed the phone address, turned left and right, and soon found the newly established "PolyGram" record company.

"Huh? Isn't that right? This is a record company?" Old Jackson stared blankly at the white paper taped with transparent tape at the door of the office. The words "Polygram Records Company" were written on the white paper in Chinese and English.

"It should be here. This is the only record company here." Mike said cautiously.

Old Jackson's eyes twitched: "I suddenly have a bad feeling."

"Me too!" the four brothers said, and then looked at Mike together: "This premonition is very strong." There was a hint of sarcasm in their tone.

Mike swallowed: "What do you mean?"

"it means---"

call!

A gust of cold wind came in through the window.

Wow!

Blow away the pasted "PolyGram" white paper directly.

Everyone looked at the PolyGram "sign" that blew away in the wind, and then turned to look at Mike: "It means that this company is too shabby."

Mike opened his mouth to speak, but didn't know what to say.

Old Jackson sighed, "Let's make peace with it as it comes. We'll see what the situation is."

With that said, Old Jackson turned around and took the lead in knocking on the door.

Boom, boom, boom.

no response.

"Uh, isn't there anyone?"

Old Jackson had no choice but to raise his hand again——

Boom, boom, boom.

Still no response.

"Dad, are we being fooled?"

"It's over, Mike must be lying!"

Everyone looked at Mike.

Mike's face turned red from holding back, and he didn't know how to explain it.

At this time——

"Sorry to bother you, you're blocking the door!"

A voice sounded from behind everyone.

"Well?"

Everyone looked back and saw a middle-aged man standing behind them with a bucket and a rag.

He looks about forty years old, short and fat, has a smile, and is Chinese.

"Sorry, this office belongs to me! You guys are blocking the way." This person is Yan Xiong.

Seeing that Old Jackson and others didn't respond, Yan Xiong could only point to the office and then to himself, "It, my work, do you understand?"

"oh!"

Old Jackson and others hurriedly got out of the way.

It's rude to block someone's door.

"Thank you!" Yan Xiong held the bucket, opened the door, and pushed it in.

Crunch.

The door is closed.

"Well?"

Everyone was stunned.

That’s not right!

Old Jackson hurried over and knocked on the door.

Boom, boom, boom.

"Who is it?"

Crunch!

Yan Xiong opened the door, took a look outside, and was stunned: "Uh, why haven't you left yet?"

"We are here for interviews, no, we are here for signing contracts!"

"You have so many people?" Yan Xiong was startled, looking at the crowd, as if Du Yongxiao had only told him about signing a contract with one person, so how come there were so many people.

Seeing that Old Jackson and others were about to squeeze in-——

"Wait! Wait!"

Yan Xiong quickly stopped them, "Sorry, everyone! Which of you is Mr. Michael Jackson?"

"I'm his father!"

"I didn't ask you!"

"I'm his brother!"

"I didn't ask you either!"

Yan Xiong looked at everyone again.

"I am! I am Michael Jackson!" Mike hurriedly raised his hand.

Yan Xiong looked at Mike and nodded, "Okay, come in!"

"What do you mean? We came together!"

"Yeah, why let him in but not us?"

Old Jackson and others shouted.

Just as Yan Xiong was about to speak, Mike said: "They are all my relatives. If they don't come in, I won't come in either."

"Ah, that's it!" Yan Xiong scratched his head, "I didn't expect you to be quite loyal! Okay, you all come in!"

…

A shabby office.

There are only desks and office chairs, and the rest is an old guest sofa.

Old Jackson went in and clicked his tongue.

Several brothers even shook their heads.

"Too shabby!"

"Is this a record company? Why doesn't it look like it!"

"Could it be a leather bag company?"

Everyone was suspicious, and they didn't believe that such a company could sign a contract with Mike and pay three million US dollars to buy out Mike for thirty years.

"Everyone, stop reading! Please take a seat!" Yan Xiong pointed to the shabby sofa with a bossy attitude.

Old Jackson continued to click his tongue, glanced at the sofa, rolled his eyes and said, "I'd better stand!" There was a trace of disdain on the corner of his mouth, clearly disgusting that the sofa was too old and dirty.

Yan Xiong chuckled and said, "I wiped it! Okay, it's up to you!"

With that said, Yan Xiong made a cup of tea by himself, and then said to Old Jackson: "Sorry, the company is a new company, everything is not ready yet, it is relatively simple, there are not even extra teacups, so I won't invite you to drink tea!"

After saying that, he sat down, picked up the teacup, and blew tea foam into the rim of the cup.

Old Jackson shook his head again, already certain that his son had been deceived.

Also, Mike is the eldest, and he is not very good among his sons. How could he be attracted by someone and give him a signing bonus of three million US dollars? This is either a myth or a big joke.

In addition, Mike's four brothers also had the same idea. They all looked sideways at Mike, showing slight ridicule.

Mike's cheeks were even more ashamed, and he felt uncomfortable all over, as if he was in a furnace and his whole body was hot.

"I haven't asked yet - what's your name?" Old Jackson looked at Yan Xiong, his tone was not polite at all, but rather nonchalant.

"My surname is Yan, Yan Xiong! You can just call me Boss Yan, or Master Yan!" Yan Xiong is also one of the four detectives in Hong Kong. He has never seen anything like this. He is drinking tea and has an unruly look on his face. At this moment, there is a trace of Boss attitude.

Old Jackson sneered: "It turns out to be Mr. Yan. I heard that your family... I'm sorry, what is your name?"

"PolyGram."

"Oh, by the way, PolyGram! After all, I am also in the record industry, but I have never even heard of your company's name." Old Jackson had a sarcastic smile on his lips.

"As I said, it was just established! To be precise -" Yan Xiong paused, sipped his tea, and looked at Old Jackson and others: "It was only established today, half an hour before you came!"

"Ahem!" Old Jackson almost choked to death at Yan Xiong's words.

The brothers looked at me and I looked at you, and couldn't help but laugh at their faces, "It was only established? Half an hour ago? My God! Hahaha!"

Michael Jackson's face was extremely red, and he wanted to dig a hole in the ground.

Yan Xiong frowned when he saw this: "Okay, everyone, since you are here, are you asking about when my company was established and what the details are?"

"I have to ask you for details!" Old Jackson said disdainfully, "My stupid son said that your company - by the way, what is the name of that big boss, Du Yongxiao, right? Mr. Du, promised to work with me, this stupid My son signed a contract!”

"Of course!" Old Jackson curled his lips, "My silly son is easier to trust people. He doesn't know that the world is dangerous. Yes, he thinks everyone is a good person! But he doesn't know that he is always being deceived by others. He helps people pay for their debts. I think they are the best!"

"Father, don't say that."

"What, did I say something wrong?" Old Jackson scolded, "Look at what you are like now, and look at this company, it doesn't matter what you want, there is only one person like this -" pointed at Yan Xiong, "What future can there be?" ? Come here to sign a contract, there’s not even a place to sit!”

"But--" Mike wanted to explain.

"But what?" Old Jackson said sarcastically, "But the other party is willing to give you three million, right? If you don't piss yourself and look in the mirror, are you worth three million?"

"Yeah, Mike, if you're worth three million, we're worth five million!"

The brothers were already unhappy with Mike, but now they finally caught him and made sarcastic remarks.

Mike was choked and speechless by the words of his father and brothers.

Yan Xiong was drinking tea and watching a show nearby.

Seeing that the situation was almost over, he took a sip of tea, put down the cup, coughed and said, "Excuse me, can I say something?"

When everyone heard this, they turned to look at him.

Yan Xiong pointed at Michael Jackson, "I heard everything you just said. Do you think our PolyGram company is joking by signing a contract with this Mike, and do you think our company is a joke?"

"Isn't that right?" Old Jackson was not used to Yan Xiong. One look at the company's name and it looked like it was a low-end small company. It had nothing but tables, chairs and benches, and it didn't even have a license. It was even a handbag company.

Looking at Yan Xiong again, what kind of big boss can a mere Chinese be? Maybe he is another swindler! There are many such Chinese in Chinatown! Worse than them black people!

Several of Old Jackson's sons also looked at Yan Xiong with disdain, except for Mike.

To them, the Yan Xiong in front of them was an insignificant Chinese, not a big boss at all.

Yan Xiong smiled slightly. After following Du Yongxiao for so many years, he had learned a lot about Du Yongxiao's spirit of having a thunderbolt in his chest and being as calm as a mountain.

"Maybe you are right!" Yan Xiong nodded, "But there is one thing wrong."

"Which point?"

"Mr. Du Yongxiao, the president of our PolyGram company, told me to sign a contract with Mike today no matter what! That's right, it's him!" Yan Xiong pointed at Michael Jackson.

"Signing a contract? What did you sign for? Is it saliva, or something else?"

"Hahaha!"

Everyone laughed again.

Yan Xiong took his time, opened the drawer, took out a contract, glanced at it and handed it to Mike: "Now, this is the temporary contract I drafted for signing. If you don't have any questions, you can sign it directly!"

Mike was stunned for a moment, "Huh?"

Before Mike could make a move, Old Jackson grabbed the contract and looked at it carefully: "I want to see how this shabby company of yours deceived my stupid son!"

"Oh, what is written above is quite specific. The contract is for thirty years, and the price is three million US dollars. Before the contract is officially completed, a deposit of three hundred thousand will be paid..." Old Jackson sneered, "Three hundred thousand, may I ask about your company?" How to get this money? Is it cash or a check?" After saying that, he looked at Yan Xiong with contempt in his eyes.

Yan Xiong smiled slightly and did not look at Old Jackson at all. Instead, he looked at Mike and said, "It depends on Mike. If Mike wants a check, we will give him a check. If he wants cash, we will give him cash!"

"Ha!" Old Jackson almost died laughing.

Several sons also burst out laughing.

You must know that three hundred thousand dollars in this era is not a small amount of money, especially for poor black people like them, they can buy a luxurious villa in a neighborhood near New York.

"Three hundred thousand, check and cash! Sorry, Mr. Yan, I didn't mean to laugh at you, the main thing is - tut!" Old Jackson looked at the simple office, "You really... can't see anything here. Like you can spend three hundred thousand dollars!"

"Dad, if he can give you 300,000 yuan, I'll chop off his head!"

"Yes, if Mike can get a deposit of 300,000 yuan, I will walk backwards!" The second son also said with a smile.

Yan Xiong put his fingers together, forming a pagoda shape, and placed them on the table. He looked at Mike: "Mike, you should read the contract first. If you are willing, we can sign the contract now!"

"Sign it, sign it with him!" Old Jackson handed the contract to Mike and encouraged, "I want to see how he gives you the signing bonus!"

"Yes, Mike, sign it! We want to see how this big liar gives you money!" Several brothers also encouraged, their eyes full of ridicule.

Michael Jackson took a look at the contract, "Uh, thirty years?" He looked up at Yan Xiong, "Isn't it too long?"

Yan Xiong smiled slightly: "It seemed that this was the condition when Mr. Du talked with you. Of course, he also asked me to add that if you really become popular in the future, you will be given dividends and company shares! Now you are satisfied Bar?"

After all, Mike was young and felt a little disgusted with signing a contract for thirty years, which felt like a "sell-out contract."

But now that I heard that Du Yongxiao had added something, giving him dividends and possibly shares in the company in the future, I felt a little more comfortable.

Old Jackson was still watching the joke: "Wow, that boss Du is so kind. Dividends, shares - for this broken company? Tsk!" The corners of his mouth raised, his eyes disdainful.

He hesitated.

"I'll sign!" Mike gritted his teeth, stepped forward, took the signature pen from Yan Xiong, swiped it, and signed his name.

After signing——

Yan Xiong picked it up and looked at it, nodded, very satisfied.

Then he looked up at Mike: "According to the contract, I will pay you a deposit of US$300,000 first, and the remaining money will be paid gradually after the contract is officially completed. Do you mind?"

"do not mind."

"Okay then -" Yan Xiong opened the drawer and put away the contract, looking at Mike again, "Now you decide, do you want a check or cash?"

"Of course it's cash!" Old Jackson said on behalf of his son, "Checks are not insured! Come up with cash if you can!"

When Mike heard this, he hesitated and said: "Cash!"

"Okay!" Yan Xiong reached into the drawer, and then——

Bang bang bang!

Take out three wads of dollars!

"Here is a stack of one hundred thousand, a total of three hundred thousand, take it!"

boom!

The scene exploded.

"how so?"

"This is...three hundred thousand?"

Old Jackson was so surprised that he almost squatted on the ground.

The brothers' eyes widened, as if they had seen a ghost.

Michael Jackson also had a look of astonishment on his face, staring blankly at the new US dollars placed on the table, which were thick, green, and even smelled of alluring ink.

It was not that he had never doubted Du Yongxiao, especially when he saw that the company was so crude and even "unsightly", his suspicions became even greater, but now -

Yan Xiong was very satisfied with the reaction of everyone in front of him.

He crossed his legs, leaned on the boss's chair, picked up the tea cup, and drank happily, feeling extremely comfortable.

"Count them!" Yan Xiong put down his tea cup slowly and pointed at the U.S. dollars, "Don't say I deceived you with counterfeit bills, these are all real money!"

Yan Xiong's posture was even higher, almost condescending.

Old Jackson couldn't care so much at the moment, and even felt that Yan Xiong's high posture was just right.

Before Mike could take action, Old Jackson hurriedly stepped forward to count the money.

Those brothers also wanted to step forward, but Old Jackson pushed them away, "Don't move! What if the count is wrong?"

“There is strength in numbers, let’s help you!”

"Help me, don't move!" Old Jackson was afraid that his sons would take the money away, so he protected the money and wouldn't let them do anything.

The sons could only watch helplessly.

"Ten thousand, twenty thousand, thirty thousand - no, double number! Ten thousand, twenty thousand, thirty thousand, forty thousand -"

Poor old Jackson has never seen so much money in his life, and he always counts wrongly.

"No, dad, you don't even know how to count, why don't we help you!"

"Get away!"

"oh!"

A moment——

After finally waiting for Old Jackson to finish counting the money, he took a deep breath, then picked up the money and took a deep breath in front of his nose, closing his eyes, looking like he was in ecstasy.

The sons looked at him angrily and wanted to touch the dollar bills and inhale the smell of them.

Only Mike still looked stunned, 300,000, was he really given? So this time I sign the contract——

As if he could read Mike's mind, Yan Xiong leaned on the boss's chair, took a sip of tea and said, "Since you have collected the money, the signing of the contract is a foregone conclusion. If you regret it, you will have to pay liquidated damages."

"Don't regret it! How could you regret it?" Old Jackson said happily, "From now on, our Mike will be sold to you! Haha, I will accept the money!"

"Dad, let me collect it for you!"

Several brothers came up again.

"Go away! I don't need your help!"

"No, how do you get so much money?"

Old Jackson didn't care about this and stuffed the money directly into his jacket pockets and pants pockets! Stuff it!

Yan Xiong looked at him with disdain, "I'm sorry, if you accept the money, can you leave first? I still need to talk to Mike about some things."

"Of course, hehe, you continue!" Old Jackson happily patted the money stuffed in his pocket.

Everything is good if you have money.

As for selling his son, he has long been used to it.

"Let's talk. If you have anything to do, just call me! Especially if it involves money, you must call me! As a father, I must give my silly son some advice!" Old Jackson said to Yan Xiong with a smile.

Yan Xiong nodded.

Old Jackson immediately turned around and prepared to leave with his four sons.

suddenly--

"Wait!" Yan Xiong shouted from behind.

"Uh, what's going on?" Old Jackson turned around and was stunned.

Yan Xiong smiled, put down his teacup and said, "Sorry, I thought I heard someone say just now that if I can give out three hundred thousand US dollars, someone will chop off my head! There are also people who want to walk backwards!"

Yan Xiong glanced sideways at Old Jackson's eldest son and second son.

"ah?"

The two were stunned.

Old Jackson was also stunned.

No one expected that Yan Xiong would "find trouble" at this time.

Yan Xiong returned to his true character of "Smiling Tiger", looking at the two of them with a smile without saying a word.

"Mr. Yan, that--" Old Jackson was just about to help his son out.

Yan Xiong said: "I am a businessman, and businessmen are most concerned about credibility! Especially among us Chinese, there is a saying - keep your promise!"

Old Jackson was mute and looked at his eldest son and second son helplessly.

The two sons were extremely embarrassed at this moment, their cheeks were redder than Michael Jackson just now, their whole bodies were hot, and they wanted to dig a hole in the ground.

When Yan Xiong saw this, he suddenly laughed and stood up and said: "I'm kidding you! I'm not a murderer, nor a pervert. I don't like to watch people chop off their heads! As for walking backwards, that's something only animals can do, not humans. capable?"

Yan Xiong's words were both a gun and a stick, making the two of them blush and even more speechless.

"Okay, let's go! I won't send you off!" Yan Xiong waved his hand in an arrogant manner.

Old Jackson hurriedly took his sons and left in despair, not even daring to look back.

…

Crunch!

The door is closed.

This way——

Yan Xiong looked at Mike who was standing dumbly, "Don't you feel bad that all your money has been taken away?"

Mike said "Uh", shook his head, and nodded again.

It would be a lie to say that he doesn't feel bad. After all, it was the price he paid for selling himself for thirty years.

Yan Xiong smiled, "No wonder Mr. Du is optimistic about you - Mike, you are very interesting!"

Michael Jackson smiled bitterly and said: "It's not interesting, it's stupid."

"Sometimes, a loss is a blessing!"

As he spoke, Yan Xiong opened the drawer again, took out six stacks of thick US dollars, put them all on the table, then raised his head to Mike and said solemnly: "Here is six hundred thousand, take it!"

"Ah, what are you—" Mike was stunned, looking at the six stacks of U.S. dollars in front of him in disbelief.

Yan Xiong pointed at the money and said, "I didn't give this to you, Mr. Du gave it to you! He said that I must give this money to you, and I should deduct it from your money later!"

"But -" Mike's eyes were filled with disbelief, "But he's not afraid of me running away?"

"Run away? Why did you run away?" Yan Xiong smiled, sat down again, picked up the teacup and said, "If you run away, will you still be able to meet a big boss like Mr. Du? Can you still meet someone like him?" Are you optimistic about your people? We have a saying in China that a thousand-mile horse is always there, but a bole is not always there! You should understand the meaning of this sentence? "

"Uh, I'm sorry, I don't know much, so I don't understand."

"Uh, you don't understand? Then I'll explain it to you--"

Soon, Mike realized that Du Yongxiao was his Bole! He is also the only one who believes that he can become a superstar!

Looking at Mike who was still thinking deeply, Yan Xiong smiled and said: "So, let me teach you another sentence, we Chinese say--"

"returning a Favour many times more!"