Old Mo, eating fish in a courtyard house, reigning supreme in Hong Kong.

Chapter 386: Let Wu Shih-hao go

Old Mo smiled and said, "Don't be surprised. Don't forget who your brother is."

"Ha ha……"

Wu Shih-hao laughed heartily and immediately hugged Lao Mo. "Brother, the greatest honor of my life is being your brother!"

Old Mo pushed him away and said, "Alright, stop disgusting me, acting like a woman. I have something to tell you, are you comfortable being open-minded here in Hong Kong?"

Wu Shih-hao quickly replied, "I'd go through fire and water for you, Brother Mo! Tell me, what do you want me to do?"

Old Mo didn't hesitate and said directly, "Go to the Golden Triangle. You know it well. I might take it over within three months. You don't need to worry about the fighting; just help me manage the people's livelihood. What do you think? Any ideas?"

Wu Shih-hao was completely stunned. "You conquered the entire Golden Triangle, and now I'm in charge?"

This is infuriating. Is this something someone like him should be involved in?

"No. Brother Mo, do you think I'm capable of managing the entire Golden Triangle?"

Wu Shih-hao remained rational and did not get overly excited.

Old Mo smiled and said, "Whether you can control it or not is none of my business. What I want is loyalty and trust."

You can lie around all day there without any problems, as long as you can find enough people to help you get things done and revitalize the entire Golden Triangle.

Wu Shih-hao finally understood that Lao Mo wasn't lacking people, but rather lacking people he could trust.

That's why he wanted to transfer him from Hong Kong.

"Brother Mo, thank you so much for your trust in me. Tell me, what exactly do I need to do?"

This truly means going through fire and water.

Old Mo smiled and said, "Don't worry, it's not as serious as you think. Over there, I am God, and you, as God's representative, are the king there. Your main responsibility is to manage the economy and people's livelihood."

"Don't worry, I have money. I'll give you more money than you can ever spend. All you need to do is turn the Golden Triangle into the world's largest Chinese city."

"Hiss..."

Wu Shih-hao gasped, unable to resist asking, "How much money is 'unlimited'?"

Old Mo said, "I've already invested billions of dollars. When you go to take over, you'll receive the accounts."

"Spend these billions first, and I'll give you tens of billions more later. Don't worry about spending them."

Wu Shih-hao was completely speechless.

"No, bro, why are you wasting so much money there? Wouldn't it be better to keep it in Hong Kong?"

Old Mo was also helpless; that wasn't his money, so he had to donate it.

He's already donated a lot back home. Where else would he donate if not to the Golden Triangle? He wants to rid future generations of a major cancer!

After all, the people there are technically Chinese.

Old Mo chuckled and said, "Don't you want to be king? Go ahead and be king there. In Hong Kong, you'll always just be Wu Shih-hao."

"call……"

Wu Shih-hao let out a long sigh of relief: "Alright, since you've said so, I'll give it a try! Whether I become king or not doesn't matter, the most important thing is that you trust me."

"OK."

Old Mo patted him on the shoulder and said, "Since you've made up your mind, then settle things at home. Then head over! I'll personally come and hand over the reins to you."

"it is good."

Wu Shih-hao grabbed Lao Mo's hand and shook it with him.

If Wu Shih-hao's leg hadn't healed, he wouldn't have gone there even if you killed him. After all, he wasn't the kind of person with particularly great ambitions.

When he first came to Hong Kong, all he wanted was to live a good life.

Life forced him to keep moving forward.

Now that life is better, if he were still lame, he would really want to lie down and enjoy life.

However, now that his leg has healed and Old Mo has given him this opportunity, he has no choice but to give it his all.

Old Mo instructed him, "Money is not a problem. I won't interfere with what you do once you get there. Just follow my overall plan."

"Okay. Brother Mo, I'll take it."

After saying goodbye to Lao Mo, Wu Shih-hao ran to Lei Luo's office like a madman.

"Brother Le".

Wu Shih-hao pushed open the office door and went inside, then sat down at the coffee table.

Lei Luo looked up.

"Hey bro, what are you doing?"

Lei Luo stood up, sat down opposite Wu Shih-hao on the sofa, and looked at him.

While making tea, Wu Shih-hao said, "Brother Le, you absolutely have to help me this time!"

Lei Luo frowned and said, "Is there anything your brother Hao can't handle in Hong Kong right now?"

"There really is."

Wu Shih-hao brewed a cup of tea and placed it in front of Lei Luo.

"Here's what happened: Brother Mo sent me to the Golden Triangle. He wanted to take over the entire Golden Triangle and then hand it over to me, making me the king there."

Lei Luo's eyes widened.

"What did you say? You'll be king after we conquer the entire Golden Triangle?"

Wu Shih-hao nodded.

Lei Luo almost couldn't resist slapping him to death.

"Brother Hao, you've come all the way here for Versailles, haven't you? That's great! How can I help you?"

Wu Shih-hao said, "Talent, I need talent. Talent from all fields, the more the better. Brother Le, just tell me, will you help me or not?"

Lei Luo said, utterly speechless, "You really want to become king?"

Wu Shih-hao nodded: "There's no other way. I've already promised Brother Mo. Doing a good job is what matters, but if I don't, I might lose my life. So, brother, help me. I don't want to die there."

Lei Luo's expression also turned serious.

Wu Shih-hao is right. Doing well is what makes you a king; doing poorly is really dangerous.

Now that Lao Mo has entrusted him with the task, he can't rely on Lao Mo for everything.

Lei Luo thought for a moment and said, "Are there enough funds? In that place, even a dog wouldn't go without high wages."

Wu Shih-hao's eyes lit up immediately.

"Money is not a problem. As long as you are truly talented, the starting salary is ten thousand US dollars per month."

Old Mo has already laid it out for him: tens of billions of dollars, if not poured into talent, where else can it be poured into?

Forehead?

Lei Luo was stunned. Was he really that arrogant? If he weren't destined to be the governor, he would have wanted to go there himself.

Starting at ten thousand US dollars, what does that mean? In terms of salary alone, it's dozens of times higher than what Lei Luo earns.

This is Hong Kong! Salaries here are considered high by world standards. But compared to other places, it's nothing.

"No. Brother Hao, do you really have that much money?"

Wu Shih-hao nodded and said, "Who would be willing to go if they didn't pay that much? Of course, once I get there and things stabilize, there won't be as much money. But if you're talented, the pay will definitely be several times higher than in Hong Kong."

Lei Luo nodded and began to think.

"Here's what we'll do, brother. First, I'll find you a few veterans from the Flying Tigers to be your bodyguards, to ensure your safety first. Later, I'll post high-paying job openings here. If anyone's willing, I'll send them over."