Chapter 63 Miss Zhou and the Magazine
Chapter 63 Miss Zhou and the Magazine
Sure enough, if you want to have a say in the community, you must first have money.
If you only rely on the money in the society’s account to make a living, you are called a wage earner!
The reason why Fat Cat can be so loyal and trustworthy is not only because of his loyalty and respect for rules.
My brothers need to eat.
Yin Zhaotang was happy to work in cahoots with his grandfather, so that the business in the gang could be handed over to his brothers to start working.
"A Le, call Ah Hao to come back. We have our own gang and territory. We need him to bring people to collect money and keep the place under control!" Yin Zhaotang said.
In the rental house, Ah Le, who was sitting on the sofa, stood up and rubbed his hands excitedly, saying, "Great! After hanging around for so long, I finally made it!"
"I'll call right away."
With a cigarette in his left hand, he was standing on the balcony, watering the money tree with a kettle, and said with a cocky look on his face, "Damn, if people are rich, the money tree will grow well."
"Damn, do you get rich first, then the trees grow well? Or do you get rich by raising trees first?"
Dan Tart drank soda and scolded with a smile: "Idiot, of course you have to have money first. If you don't pay, you don't even have a flower pot, let alone a money tree!"
Yin Zhaotang said, "Okay, Zuoshou, you are responsible for keeping the club's accounts."
"Within a week, I will find out the income of the Mong Kok venue. From now on, 20% of the income of the hall will be handed over to the society, and the rest will belong to us brothers."
"But it's different from a magazine company. In a gang business, whoever looks after which place gets the biggest share. There's no reward for every effort."
91 Magazine is a company owned by Yin Zhaotang alone, but for the magazine business, his subordinates are willing to risk their lives.
He promised to distribute 20% of the income as dividends, once a year. Since there was no transfer of shares, he had the final say on how much to distribute.
It was like creating a bonus pool, and at the end of the year, rewards would be distributed according to merit. This was extremely rare in the martial arts world, and his subordinates were naturally loyal.
As for the telephone company, since he, Ahao, and Ale founded it together, apart from the share given to his younger brothers, the remaining money has always been divided equally.
Although the earliest free magazine was also founded by Yin Zhaotang, but if he was not more generous, the brothers would not be so obedient, and if he was too calculative, things would not necessarily be better than today.
Zuoshou and Danta had no objection to the boss's arrangement. Whoever was in charge of watching the scene would get the money. It was fair.
Yin Zhaotang said, "The society takes 20%, the hall takes 30%, and you keep 50%. The left hand records the B account, which must be clear. It is different from the society's A account. Anyone who dares to record a false account or report a false number will have his hand chopped off, no discussion."
Zuoshou and Dantart all nodded: "Got it, Brother Tang."
"Don't worry, boss. We are brothers, and we have righteousness in our hearts!"
If you cook the books in your private account, you are betraying your boss and you deserve to be thrown into the pond.
"Work hard, and the whole gang will belong to us brothers. I promise that you will wear a Rolex in one month, drive a Mercedes in two months, and buy a house in Tsim Sha Tsui East and move into a new home in three months!"
Zuoshou, Danta, and Ale were all so excited by what they said that they suddenly felt that their life was not in vain and that the big boss was closer to them than their own father.
Afterwards, the brothers took Jiahui downstairs and, accompanied by Niu Qiang and others, went to a roadside tea restaurant to have dinner.
Although, the gangsters still wear T-shirts and vests, deliberately showing off the tendons on their arms, and deliberately showing off those gang tattoos with low-quality paint, low-level techniques, and crudely made dragons and phoenixes.
However, when Yin Zhaotang, wearing a suit, walked into the tea restaurant holding Jiahui's hand, and gently took off the tin foil hem of the egg tart for the little girl, his gentle smile concealed a low-key and restrained majesty.
A few hooligans who were playing cards and drinking in the tea restaurant, when they saw a group of people come in and sit down, they all lowered their heads, not daring to look them in the eye, and even spoke in lower voices.
As if he was afraid of Yin Zhaotang's glance, he hurried to the bar to pay the bill with the boss, then left without a second thought.
In the evening, I went to Mong Kok with my brothers and met with several KTVs, dance halls, billiard rooms and building property managers.
Then invite them together for a midnight snack, and they will inevitably drink a few bottles of horse urine.
The next day, Yin Zhaotang slept in a daze until noon and was awakened by the sound of conversation outside the door.
"what's up?"
He opened his eyes, slapped his forehead, and stared at the ceiling.
Dan Tart, wearing jeans and pulling at his belt, rushed into the bedroom, complaining, "Brother Tang, boss! I was making love with Maria in my dream, and when I opened my eyes, I saw a priest staring at me. Damn, it's so scary."
With a bang, the bedroom door closed.
Before the last gap closed, Yin Zhaotang vaguely saw a middle-aged man wearing a white priest's robe, holding a Bible in his hand, with a cross pendant hanging on his chest. He was squatting on the ground and talking to Rong Jiahui in a friendly manner.
Zhou Huimin, wearing a white English T-shirt and blue jeans, was scanning the rental house environment with a vigilant look on her face.
Yin Zhaotang suddenly remembered that he had an appointment with the Children's Home for a home visit, so he quickly threw off the quilt, put on his clothes and pants, handed the bed to Dantard, clasped his hands together, went to the living room and bowed repeatedly: "I'm sorry, Pastor, I had some work-related social activities last night and drank two glasses of wine."
His apology was so straightforward that it was impeccable.
Pastor Edward performed a Christian Holy Cross prayer gracefully, then leaned forward and smiled, "It's okay, Mr. Yin, the guest should follow the host's wishes. Today's home visit is mainly to check on Jiahui's recent life and see if Jiahui can adapt. Time is not that important."
Seeing that the incense burning on the statue of Guan Yu in the wall shrine was almost out of power, Yin Zhaotang hurried to the cabinet, took out the incense and candles, lit them up, and bowed again.
"I was still sleeping when we made an appointment at ten. That must be my fault. Reverend Edward helped me a lot last time in getting a letter of guarantee. Thank you very much."
"If you have time at noon, please come and visit, Pastor. There is a new French steakhouse opened in Mong Kok. Let's go and try it out to see if it's authentic."
When Pastor Edward saw Yin Zhaotang praying to Guan Gong with a pious look on his face, he asked with a smile: "Mr. Yin, what is your faith?"
"I can't say I have faith in him, but I chat with Guan Erye from time to time. Our relationship is like that of brothers. We often help each other and have a deep bond!"
Yin Zhaotang finished speaking seriously, and Zhou Huimin looked at him as if he was hysterical. But Pastor Edward's eyes lit up, and he said with great surprise: "Mr. Yin, you have a very devout faith."
As a clergyman, he hated nonbelievers, but respected pagans very much, because in the era without the Crusades, the Anglican Church could only use friendly actions to promote God's grace.
In the church, converting a devout pagan is a greater contribution than preaching to dozens of non-believers.
Yin Zhaotang replied nonchalantly: "You can text Jesus every day, and you will also burn incense to him often."
"Mr. Yin, even a saint cannot see our Lord every day." Pastor Edward said, holding the Bible.
Seeing this, Zhou Huimin found a seat on the sofa, not daring to disturb the pastor's sermon. She was tactful enough to keep to herself her small complaints about the environment of the rental house.
She is a smart girl who knows the priorities of things and knows that she should speak according to the occasion.
But after sitting down on the sofa, she felt something poking under her butt, so she moved her tender little peach and picked up a magazine on the sofa with her hand.
The cover features the daring Shaw Brothers porn star Chen Lili, with the large cursive letters of "91 Men", marking it as the second issue, and the magazine's slogan "Beautiful, love it, want to read more".
"There's something dirty!"
Zhou Huimin didn't dare to look closely, and quickly threw away the magazine, exclaimed, clamped her legs together, and felt flustered. She couldn't help but take another glance.
(End of this chapter)