As Lin Yao watched the first group of women step inside,
the smile at the corner of his lips grew deeper.
Because he saw many familiar faces.
One of them, in particular—
was none other than the wife of Hung Thai's crown prince,
Chen Tai-Lung.
The reason she left such a deep impression
was that when Lin Yao first watched her films,
he felt she was the type who "hid her talents well."
Seen straight on, she looked modest.
Seen from the side, she revealed unexpected peaks and curves.
Every angle told a different story.
There were others whose faces he recognized,
though he couldn't immediately recall their names.
But one woman stood out unmistakably—
a pair of long, eye-catching legs that demanded attention.
Only after reading her résumé did he understand.
Her name was Yi Xuefei
(from Cousin, You're So Noisy!).
Yi Xuefei—
she looked exactly like Joey Wong.
Landing these two beauties in one sweep—
this was pure profit.
The clerk led the first interviewee in.
It was Ah Heung.
When she saw Lin Yao, she froze slightly.
She hadn't expected the boss
to be so young.
"Liu Ruxiang," Lin Yao read from her résumé.
His gaze lingered on her face for two seconds before asking:
"It says here you used to be an actress?"
Ah Heung nodded nervously.
"Yes… for three years.
After I got married, I quit."
Lin Yao leaned back, lit a cigarette, and said calmly:
"The company just opened.
Here are the terms."
"For the first three months,
a monthly salary of five thousand."
"After release, profit-sharing.
No fixed salary afterward."
"Ah Heung—
are you in or not?"
Five thousand Hong Kong dollars
wasn't a small sum at the time.
But Ah Heung was really just trying to pass the time
and scratch her acting itch again.
And besides—
The boss was so handsome.
Even if she had to pay to be here, it'd be worth it…
She lowered her head slightly.
"I'm in."
"Five-year contract," Lin Yao said,
sliding the folder toward her.
Hearing "five years,"
Ah Heung hesitated.
If it were any other boss,
she would've refused outright.
After all, money wasn't an issue—
her husband spent lavishly anyway.
Worst case, she could just live like a widow.
But the man in front of her—
He was simply too handsome.
His eyes showed no obvious emotion,
yet they were dangerously captivating.
This kind of cold restraint—
was practically lethal to married women.
As she left the office,
she bumped straight into a tall figure.
The clean, refreshing scent of perfume—
Yi Xuefei.
"Sorry," Yi Xuefei said, steadying her.
Her gaze drifted past Ah Heung
into the office—
and when she clearly saw Lin Yao's face,
she paused.
She had just graduated.
Her family had pushed her to apply.
What woman didn't dream of becoming a star?
She'd assumed film-company bosses
were all potbellied old men.
She hadn't expected
a tall, handsome young man instead.
Rich second generation?
"Miss Yi," Lin Yao said casually.
"Your résumé says you're fluent in both Chinese and English
and trained in dance for two years?"
Yi Xuefei nodded, unconsciously straightening her posture.
Under the lights,
those long legs became even more dazzling.
She noticed Lin Yao looking at them.
Her cheeks warmed slightly—
but she didn't dodge his gaze.
She was already used to it.
"Be my secretary," Lin Yao said, taking a drag from his cigarette.
"Learn the company operations first."
"Same pay as Ah Heung.
Five-year contract."
Yi Xuefei blinked.
"I thought… I was here to be an actress?"
"Secretary suits you better," Lin Yao said with a faint smile,
his eyes sweeping over her long legs again.
"But if there's a suitable role,
you can act too."
Yi Xuefei bit her lip, thought for a moment—
then signed.
The reason was simple.
The boss was handsome.
The pay was good.
And there was profit-sharing once films released.
Too stable.
The remaining interviews went much faster.
Lin Yao picked three more women.
One was a fresh graduate from an arts academy—
innocent, doe-eyed.
Another was a bar singer,
estimated C-cup+.
Her name was Yun Yun
(from A Moment of Romance).
Cough.
She looked just like Anita Yuen.
The last two had done modeling work—
average faces,
but full figures.
Their eyes had that practiced allure—
perfect for erotic films.
They didn't resist at all.
"You three," Lin Yao said, sliding the contracts over,
"train with Ah Heung and act."
"Same待遇.
Work hard on your lines.
Don't embarrass me."
The girls giggled as they signed,
their eyes full of curiosity and excitement.
No one had expected
the legendary triad boss
to look like this—
young, handsome,
and carrying an unspoken pressure.
The final interviewee was a young man.
His name was Wong Ka-Wai.
Yes—
that Wong Ka-Wai.
At this point in time,
he was still struggling.
Faded denim jacket.
Messy hair.
Old notebook clutched tightly in his hands,
palms sweating.
He had just finished working as an assistant director
on an erotic film set.
No chance to direct independently.
Seeing the recruitment notice,
he had rushed over with his script.
Lin Yao flipped through his résumé.
"Wong Ka-Wai," he said.
"I hear you shoot very slowly?"
Wong Ka-Wai flushed.
How does he know?
"I… I just want to get the details right,"
he stammered.
He had worked for several low-budget studios—
all unpaid.
He didn't dare ask for money.
One wrong move,
and he'd be beaten half to death.
"Can details put food on the table?"
Lin Yao asked coldly.
"Two thousand a month.
Ten-year contract."
"You shoot what I tell you to shoot."
"Do you agree?"
Ten years.
That was practically selling his youth.
And his artistic ideals…
But thinking of all those scripts
rejected by every studio—
Even eating was becoming a problem.
Ideals couldn't fill his stomach.
In the end, Wong Ka-Wai clenched his teeth.
"I agree!"
"Smart."
Lin Yao slapped the contract onto the table.
"Remember—
here, efficiency equals money."
"If you can't deliver a finished film in three months,
you'll be pouring tea for actresses."
"Your first film will be a period comedy."
"The title—
All's Well, Ends Well."
Relying on his memories,
Lin Yao outlined the plot and key highlights.
Wong Ka-Wai listened in stunned silence.
This young boss—
knew film far too well.
And he was a Wo Shing enforcer.
Could Wong Ka-Wai really refuse?
After signing,
he hugged his notebook and fled as if escaping.
The office finally quieted down.
Yi Xuefei brought over a cup of coffee and asked softly:
"Boss,
are we preparing to start filming next?"
"No rush," Lin Yao said lazily from the sofa.
"Go train body movement.
You too."
"Help me handle daily operations at the film company."
"And have Wong Ka-Wai rewrite the script."
"We'll shoot the period comedy."
"Yes, Boss!"
Yi Xuefei felt a surge of joy.
This job—
was straight-up white-collar city work.
Mid-level management in a company.
The dream of countless Hong Kong office women.
And such a handsome boss—
Even if there were unspoken rules…
She wouldn't lose out.
Neither Ah Heung nor the other girls yet knew
that Lin Yao was a triad enforcer.
Wong Ka-Wai did.
After all—
behind the Hong Kong film industry,
there were always triad bosses pulling the strings.
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