The Tyrant Billionaire

"Understood, boss," Victor replied promptly.

This future company would primarily do business with the C.C.P, which was why Hardy didn't want it tied to the Hardy Group, in case someone would try to use it against him later.

As for the casino business, there was no rush. Plans could unfold gradually. Once the other industries here were well established and the horse racetrack was built, he could solidify his position further before thinking about opening a casino.

As for the gambling license...

When the time came, he could cultivate some relationships with the Governor of Macau. There's a chance they might issue a new license, as there were six in the future.

And if that didn't work...

That so-called Gambling King of Macau might just encounter an accident.

Who knew?

After their tour of Macau, Hardy and his group returned to Hong Kong. As soon as they arrived back at the villa on Victoria Peak, the butler informed Hardy that Bruce Lee had called, requesting a visit.

Hardy smiled, knowing that Bruce Lee might have finally decided what business he wanted to pursue. He told the butler, "Why don't we invite him over for dinner? It'll be easier to talk while eating."

Half an hour later, Bruce Lee arrived.

Hardy greeted him at the door. "Mr. Lee, you're always welcome here," Hardy said.

Bruce Lee nodded with a smile. "Mr. Hardy, I hope I'm not disturbing you."

"Not at all. Let's head to the study to chat."

Hardy and Bruce Lee went to the study, where Hardy handed him a cigar. "This is a Cuban cigar, quite authentic. Give it a try."

"Sure, I'll give it a try," Bruce Lee said with a smile as he accepted the cigar.

After lighting their cigars, Bruce Lee said, "Mr. Hardy, about the business we talked about earlier, I've thought it over and consulted some of the brothers in the gang. They came up with a few ideas."

"Oh, do tell," Hardy said.

"I was thinking about opening a few high end nightclubs or bars. Wouldn't that be a good business? We have some properties in Lan Kwai Fong, and we could upgrade the nightclubs there to a higher standard. That way, we could attract British clientele or businessmen."

Lan Kwai Fong.

Hearing this name, Hardy knew this business idea was viable.

"That's a good idea. But if you're going to do it, do it on a larger scale. Make Lan Kwai Fong the go to place for high end entertainment, so when people think of luxury entertainment, they think of Bolo Street. That's how you'll make the business truly successful."

"Central's location is quite good. Why not acquire more properties nearby and develop them into an entertainment hub?" Hardy suggested.

Upon hearing this, Bruce Lee couldn't help but sigh.

Doing business with someone as wealthy as Hardy was exhausting. While they were thinking about one nightclub or bar, Hardy was talking about creating an entertainment hub and a brand for Hong Kong. The scale was entirely different.

"That's quite a large investment," Bruce Lee said.

"Discuss the specific investment with Victor. I imagine a million US dollars would be enough," Hardy replied.

Bruce Lee Thought to himselfe if you casually talk about a million dollars like it's nothing. How am I supposed to keep up? Find exclusive stories on empire

"And there's another business idea. One of my subordinates suggested it. He said he once went to the Xisha Islands to collect seagrass and saw some leftover battleships, tanks, and assault boats from the battles between Americans and Japanese. If we dismantle them and sell the scrap metal, it could be a lucrative business."

Hardy paused for a moment.

He had just transmigrated into this world from a battlefield on one of those Asian islands, fighting the Japanese, so he knew quite a bit about the situation.

The Japanese originally stationed on the island had a large amount of weaponry. When the Americans attacked, they used a great number of landing crafts, many of which were later abandoned on the beaches.

There were also Japanese warehouses and barracks with plenty of supplies. The Americans had no interest in these items and simply left them behind.

To be honest, Hardy wasn't particularly interested in these things either, but for Hong Kong, this could indeed be a profitable venture.

"How much is scrap metal worth now? Would it be profitable to go over and dismantle it?" Hardy asked.

"I'm not really sure. It was one of my subordinates who came up with the idea. If Mr. Hardy wants to know the details, should I bring him in?" Bruce Lee asked.

"Oh? He's here as well?"

"Yes, I had him come along, just in case Mr. Hardy wanted to ask him directly."

"Then bring him in," Hardy said.

Huo Qingtong had been sitting in the car, unsure if the American boss would be interested in his idea. Although he was confident it could make money, he doubted whether someone with such wealth would care about this kind of small time business.

After all, it involved Americans.

He wasn't sure if this boss would even want to engage in such a business.

At that moment, a bodyguard came over and knocked on the car door. Huo Qingtong quickly got out of the car. "The boss says you can go in."

"Me?" Huo Qingtong was a bit surprised.

"Yes, you. Come with me."

Huo Qingtong quickly followed the bodyguard, eventually making his way through the living room to Hardy's study. Hardy looked at the young man in front of him and asked, "What's your name?"

"Mr. Hardy, my name is Huo Qingtong," Huo Qingtong quickly replied.

"You're the one who proposed collecting scrap metal from the islands?"

"Yes."

"Tell me more about your idea," Hardy said.

Sensing that his opportunity had arrived, Huo Qingtong calmed his nerves and explained, "I'm in charge of running a shipping business. I own a barge and have previously gone to the Xisha Islands to harvest sea weed, though I didn't make much money."