Chapter 12: New Opening
Chapter 12: New Opening
After watching the night scene of the street market for about ten minutes, Uncle Longtou Cat clenched his walking stick with both hands, took a step sideways, looked at him, and asked with a smile: "Is the night scene of Central much more beautiful than Kowloon?"
"In recent years, the society has not developed more places in Causeway Bay. Most of the brothers are staying in Kowloon, Tseung Kwan O and Kwun Tong. Sometimes I can't find anyone to play cards with."
"In fact, young people should come to Central more often. If a society only relies on a bunch of old bones to guard the temple, in the end, it will not even be able to hold on to the territory of Kowloon."
Yin Zhaotang didn't want to believe the fat cat's words about breaking into Central, as it was just a pie in the sky made up by the leading boss.
The social organizations in Central are all big ones. Sun Kee, Wo Tu, Shing Wo, the Big Four, and the Number Gang. Which one of them doesn't have at least tens of thousands of members? Can a whistle gather thousands of people to fight and show off their skills?
Jing Zhongyi had more than a thousand "four-nine guys" and the blue lanterns on the periphery. Some were old, some were young. Only about 700 to 800 of them dared to go out on the streets, and less than half of them were actually capable of killing people.
There are probably only a few dozen core members who can fight.
There are dozens or even hundreds of such sunset societies in Hong Kong, all of which are based in the countryside of the New Territories. The best of them can only live in Yau Tsim Mong, picking up the scraps that slip through the fingers of the big societies to make a living.
The reason why Jing Zhongyi still has several venues in Causeway Bay is that it was once prosperous for a while and there are still several older generation Chaoshan wealthy businessmen who are nostalgic for it.
If you eat the pancake from Longtou, you will choke to death on the same day.
Yin Zhaotang simply echoed, "In the martial arts world, if you don't advance, you will retreat. If you don't want to be bullied, you have to have the ability to fight back!"
Fat Cat nodded approvingly: "Yes, so the club must get rid of Thai guys, because the club's reputation cannot be stinky."
"Although our Jing Zhong Yi brand is no longer popular, we are still a well-known and prestigious club. At most, people will call us a sunset club, but who dares to call us a garbage club?"
"Many small gangs in Hong Kong Island have lost face and cannot get back their position. They have suddenly become trash that can be bullied by everyone and stepped on by everyone! No matter how much territory they have, it will be snatched away in a minute. No matter how wide their connections are, they will still be looked down upon. Even the police will give three points of courtesy to the leaders of large gangs. Do you understand how important it is to maintain your reputation when you are in the underworld?"
"Ah Tang, to tell you the truth, I have already contacted the Thai gunmen. If Pa Chewei and Fatty Ming fail, the gunmen in Thailand will do something at the airport and feed the Thai boy with bullets! But you can take action to deal with the Thai boy in Hong Kong, which not only makes the society famous, but also saves a lot of money for the society."
"It's agreed that whoever can kill the Thai guy can choose any place in the whole society. Have you decided which place you want?"
Before killing the Thai guy, Yin Zhaotang thought about this matter and made many plans.
Because every club has someone in charge, no matter which club you choose, you will offend someone. Normal people usually leave the choice to the club owner, who will allocate a suitable small club.
He can arrange a dozen men to work every month, pocket tens of thousands of dollars, and live a life of racing, dating, and partying every night.
After three to five years, maybe you will be able to make straw sandals and become a gangster.
Compared with his status as a housing estate boy in Kwun Tong, he can be considered to have made it big - a deputy section-level official!
But compared to the real gangsters, there is a world of difference. If you are ambitious, you don’t have to be afraid of offending people and can directly target the gang’s nightclubs in Causeway Bay.
With the monthly profit of a bar in Causeway Bay, after paying the share to the society, there would be at least hundreds of thousands left.
Recruit soldiers and horses on a large scale to gain wealth.
If he could really stand out, he might be considered a top martial arts hero, but he might only enjoy glory for a year or two before dying in a gang vendetta.
The promise just made by Uncle Cat may be a hint. It’s okay to choose a venue in Causeway Bay, but you have to be prepared to be a bastion and fight for the society.
Yin Zhaotang chose the third answer: "Grandpa, I don't want any of the club's venues!" "I just hope Grandpa can support me to the end, run the Xunhuan magazine, and develop together with the brothers in the gang!"
After he finished speaking, he picked up the cup of Pu'er tea beside him and took a sip.
Uncle Gensheng was wearing a white vest and a chef's apron, holding a pen and paper, and writing down the dishes that the guests had just ordered.
Uncle Mao saw that Yin Zhaotang didn't order any soup, so he said with a smile: "Give him a bowl of pigeon soup. Young people should drink more pigeon soup when they go out to work. They will fly far and know how to return home."
"Okay, Fat Cat Brother." Chef Gensheng said with a wrinkled smile.
Uncle Mao turned to Yin Zhaotang and said, "Ah Tang, how many brothers can be supported by running a magazine? A society is actually a company. Sometimes making money or not is secondary. The most important thing is to ensure that the brothers have jobs."
"I've read two issues of your free magazine. It's smart and pretty good, but magazines are ultimately a business for intellectuals. Usually, intellectuals in newspapers quarrel with each other and engage in verbal battles every day, but when they find out that you, a gangster, are running a magazine, they will unite and curse you to death."
"So, running a magazine is one thing, but you still have to choose the right venue. Otherwise, my brothers in the club will think that I am not fair, and no one will be willing to work hard for me in the future."
“The current reputation of Jing Zhongyi is now supported by young people. Don’t be afraid of offending people, and don’t be afraid of Grandpa’s stinginess.”
"It's not a good thing for you to be too smooth at your age. You have to be ambitious to make a living. I'm very optimistic about you."
Yin Zhaotang’s previous performance was that of a qualified artillery turret, and it was just right to bring him out to attract firepower from other clubs.
The society can then follow behind the scenes to reap the benefits, and if anything serious happens, at worst they will be treated as abandoned pawns.
The Sunset Society needs this kind of talent the most if it wants to regain its reputation. Fat Cat has even thought of the next move. Now he turns around and tells him that he wants to change the way of playing?
That’s not possible!
Yin Zhaotang looked somewhat unwilling, but he still couldn't follow Fat Cat's thinking, as that was the life of being a celebrity in the underworld.
What is a celebrity?
Popular today, not popular tomorrow!
He continued, "OK, Grandpa thinks highly of me, and I should live up to your appreciation, but I will keep my word and I don't want any place in the club."
"I hope Grandpa can lend me 200,000 Hong Kong dollars. I want to open a horse stable in Yau Tsim Mong and run my own place to create another source of income for the society."
Uncle Mao took the bowl of rock sugar and snow pear soup handed to him by Gensheng and drank it in small sips with a spoon. After a few sips, Fatty nodded twice and said, "It's a good thing that you want to open up a way for the society to make money. As the boss, how can you not support it?"
"It's good to run a stable. It's a business in the underworld. The society can always take care of it. It's good to cooperate with your free magazine. I am very optimistic about it. Two hundred thousand Hong Kong dollars is not enough. Gensheng, go downstairs and ask Zhuang Xiong to bring up the car keys."
Wait until Zhuang Xiong trotted and put the Mercedes-Benz car keys on the table.
Fat Cat had just finished drinking the pear soup and casually threw the car keys to Yin Zhaotang across from him: "Drive away the Maybach at the door. It was a new car we bought two months ago. You can sell it for more than 500,000 yuan at any used car dealership."
"This is just a small token of my appreciation as your grandfather. I support you in building your own business. You must run it well and let your fellow disciples see it!"
(End of this chapter)