Chapter 34 Good Boss

Chapter 34 Good Boss

Chapter 34 Good Boss

"Of course there are. Even you have one. Five hundred per person, and two thousand for the brothers who saw blood."

"All the brothers present are included. How about it? Isn't the boss very generous?" Yin Zhaotang bit his cigar, put one hand on his waist, and looked quite proud.

Although he was wearing cheap washed jeans, his upright posture made him stand out from the crowd and he really had the demeanor of a big boss.

Zuo Shou grinned and shouted in pain, "Brother Tang, Master Tang! Even if you are rich, you can't squander your money like this! Five hundred yuan per person, ten people will be five thousand."

"Tonight, more than 40 brothers came to support the event, and they didn't even raise their swords, but more than 20,000 yuan was spent?"

"The money is being spent faster than it can be burned. Let's treat them to a midnight snack!"

"I'll pay for it!"

He is not being generous, he just wants to save money.

It is only natural to spend any amount of money to treat the injuries, take the brothers to the hospital, give them red envelopes, and support them after they have fought for their lives.

But it costs 500 yuan for each brother who comes to take a look around.

What a hell!
Snapped!
His gossip earned him a slap on the head from the boss.

Yin Zhaotang was so angry that he scolded him in a very stern tone, "Pick! Zuoshou, are you blinded by money?"

"Brothers, if they didn't raise their swords to attack anyone, then did they follow you? If you wave the flag and the brothers are willing to follow you, then they are good brothers who have entrusted their lives to you and are willing to live and die with you!"

"Why are you risking your life tonight? The printing factory and the magazine's business! Our business! How much money the magazine can make every month, the brothers will know sooner or later. If you don't pay us, how can we be the boss?"

"Do you really think we are still in the days when we fought for a playground and a comic book as kids?"

“Don’t say I have a magazine company to make money today. Even if I don’t have one, I still have to give red envelopes to my brothers by borrowing from loan sharks.”

"Otherwise, it's all in vain to follow you out. The brothers won't talk to you once or twice, but three or four times, no one will want to hang out with you anymore. Damn, do you really think it's easy to be a big boss? Are you going to let you manage the business in the future?"

After hearing this, Zuoshou also fell silent. The stories about going out with the big guys to kill people and getting red envelopes just by showing off have always been based on big societies such as Xinji and Heji.

People in Kwun Tong usually just have a midnight snack, sing at KTV and wash their feet.

For a long time, the more clever left hand has also fallen into the trap of blind thinking.

"Sorry, boss," he apologized.

Egg Tart tried to smooth things over: "Brother Tang, Zuo Hand didn't mean it. He just paid for his brothers' midnight snack!"

"Is that so, left hand?"

Zuo Shou lowered his head and said nothing.

Yin Zhaotang no longer cared and waved his hand: "It's okay, I'll go to the clinic first."

Jiang Hao listened to the conversation between the two silently, because the arrogance he had from beating La Jiang to death was instantly shattered, not a single bit left.

Because, as long as you have the brains to do the math, you can understand how much money Tang Ge spends in one night.

Wars are fought for money. Without the ability to make money, even if you can attract a group of brothers by fighting, you can't be called a big boss in the world.

The reason why the brothers are qualified to bring a group of people out to compete with La Jiang is because the big boss has financial resources and can support the brothers to work on weekdays, so they can show brotherhood when things get tough.

Otherwise, no matter how good he is at fighting, he will still be killed by La Jiang alone. If he waits for the opportunity of the gang leader, he will never be able to make a name for himself and will be a follower for the rest of his life.

How could he have the free time? He leads a group of brothers to practice boxing all day long. He doesn't have to worry about money, but just waits for the boss to divide the Hong Kong dollars earned equally at the end of the month.

Now he is even solely responsible for the hotel business, and he will obviously be able to take charge of the business in the future. So, what is there to be proud of in killing a spicy ginger for the boss? As long as the boss gives the order, killing a fat cat is no problem.
"Doctor, all twelve brothers are my men. Can you please calculate the bill? How much is it?" Yin Zhaotang came to the underground clinic in Kowloon City and saw that some brothers who had been slightly injured had their wounds bandaged and were sitting on a bench smoking and drinking water. He took the cigarette butt from one of them's mouth, threw it on the ground and stomped it out with his foot.

The brothers quickly stood up and greeted, "Brother Tang."

"Brother Tang!"

Yin Zhaotang pressed his hands and said, "Sit down and rest. You are still on water."

"Don't smoke. Be careful of the wound getting infected."

Even though the brothers were injured, they were very excited because they had defeated La Jiang, and they certainly couldn't resist the urge to smoke. However, when they met the boss's warning eyes, they still answered tactfully: "Got it."

"Do not worry"

The two brothers who were more seriously injured were already lying on their beds and fell asleep.

The doctor took out a bill with dense scribbles on it. The name of the medicine could not be made out. Only the last string of numbers was clear.

"New customers, discounts applied. Twelve people, thirty-five thousand dollars."

Ah Le had previously handed over a check for 10,000 yuan, otherwise the doctors in the underground clinic would not start working without seeing the money.

When they heard that they were going to charge another 35,000 yuan, everyone present looked as if their parents had died.

Yin Zhaotang was very calm. He took out a checkbook, wrote down the number, tore it off and handed it to the doctor: "HSBC check, is that okay?"

"OK, I'll send someone to cash the fake check as soon as the bank opens tomorrow. I'll make sure your brother can't leave the clinic."

The doctor didn't mind the payment method at all. He took the check and said admiringly, "You know how to bring your brother to the clinic instead of sending him to a sham bone-setting clinic. You're a good boss."

"We fought for the place, and won?"

"There will be a lot of fighting in the future. Remember to come often. There are discounts for regular customers."

Yin Zhaotang nodded and smiled, and said politely: "Thank you, doctor."

Nowadays, many small-time gangs have very little money in their pockets. When they get into trouble and fight with others, even if their brothers are covered in blood, they are reluctant to spend money to send them to underground clinics.

They would often send me to a familiar traditional Chinese medicine clinic, where they would prescribe a hemostatic prescription for minor injuries and some opium for serious injuries, and then let me lie on the bed and wait for death.

You can declare to the outside world that you have fulfilled your responsibilities as a boss without spending much money. It is extremely cost-effective.

This young and generous guy who brought a dozen of his younger brothers to see the doctor looked very loyal.

No matter whether you can make it or not, first of all, you feel like a sucker!

The underground clinic in Kowloon City, which is open 24 hours a day, charges a consultation fee starting from 200 yuan, medicines are three times more expensive, and a surgery is five times more expensive than in a hospital.

The only advantage is that no one called the police. In fact, his medical skills are not necessarily very good. But it is said that if you are willing to spend money, you can ask a master from Queen Elizabeth Hospital to perform the surgery. It is said to be very miraculous, but I don't know whether it is true or not.

Early in the morning, around five o'clock.

Yin Zhaotang, Zuoshou, Danta and Ah Hao finished their breakfast at Sihai Restaurant and walked downstairs side by side, preparing to go home for sleep.

More than 30 newspaper sellers on bicycles were already blocking the entrance to Liangyou Printing Factory. They were even more anxious than the boss, ringing the bells and shouting, "Shipping, boss!"

"Hurry up, I came here by boat from Wan Chai. Are the men in Hong Kong Island not worthy of seeing 91?"

(End of this chapter)