Chapter 76: How to be a boss

Chapter 76: How to be a boss

Chapter 76: How to be a boss (asking for monthly tickets and subscriptions)
"What kind of power do you have? Do you claim that you can satisfy me?" Yin Zhaotang raised his eyebrows and asked back, with a little more anticipation in his heart.

beep beep.

The mobile phone rang in the bag carried by Zhuang Xiong's subordinate, and the subordinate took it out and handed it to Zhuang Xiong. Zhuang Xiong answered the phone and chatted for a few words, then hung up and replied, "The guy has arrived, check for yourself."

Yin Zhaotang winked at Niu Qiang, who walked to the door cautiously, opened it and invited Liu Chuanzong and his brothers in. He lit a cigarette, crossed his arms, and started smoking in the corridor.

Firearms are very hot to the touch, and they can be used violently, but if you are caught by the police, you will be put in the detention room immediately. It is impossible for a bunch of people to divide the weapons in there, and there is not even a sentry outside.

Liu Chuanzong, wearing a black fisherman's hat, walked into the house with two younger brothers, each carrying a travel bag, and placed the three backpacks on the table.

As if he was choked by the cigarettes in the room, he waved his hand to disperse the smoke in front of him, looked around the room, and without saying a word went to the shrine, took out a cigarette, lit it, and bowed to the Second Master.

Zhuang Xiong unzipped the three backpacks, took out an AK47 wrapped in plastic, placed it on the table and said, "Three Soviet-made AKs from the Ukrainian arsenal!"

"Two domestically produced Black Stars!"

"Three imitations of the Black Star made in Vietnam!"

"There are also two hunting rifles, one gas-operated with a sight, and one double-barreled lead bullet. There are long and short ones, Persian cats, and Vietnamese girls. Do you like them?"

Zhuang Xiong held an AK in one hand and a double-barreled shotgun in the other, and there was inevitably some boasting in his tone.

When Zuo Shou, Jiang Hao, A Le and others saw the real thing on the table, their eyes lit up and they were filled with excitement. One of them stepped forward and picked up a piece, touching it left and right, but no one dared to tear off the plastic film.

Yin Zhaotang saw that among the three backpacks there was a bag specifically for bullets. At a glance he saw at least several hundred rounds. It seemed that Fat Cat had thought about the possibility of getting in trouble.

Otherwise, ordinary underworld societies would not need to retain such firepower.

There is a lot of fighting and killing in the underworld, with knives and sticks often used, and things get serious when guns are fired.

Jing Zhongyi is a sunset club that rarely fights with others. It is obvious that they have a purpose to keep their firepower. Most clubs will not keep a lot of firepower, just one or two short dogs as backup, and large clubs will only have a few AKs.

It’s not that I can’t afford it, it’s that I can’t use it.

If left unused, guns will also break down. From the perspective of company management, firearms must be looked after by a dedicated person, and they must be regularly maintained. Find one or two friends to give them enough money, and hide a few short dogs at ordinary times. Keeping a dozen people to hide dozens of automatic weapons, the personnel expenses alone are more expensive than the weapons themselves. If the person in charge of firearms gets angry one day, it will be even more troublesome if the guns go off randomly.

Therefore, the reason why societies seldom use firearms is from a management perspective. Restricted by many practical factors, each society's gunmen are very valuable, and small societies simply cannot afford to send out real gunmen.

There are two main reasons why the Big Circle Gang is so notorious in Hong Kong Island. The first is that it is easy, cheap and convenient to get firearms. The second is that they have high military qualities and many "sharpshooters" whose shooting skills are higher than those of the police force.

But in the underworld, the only exception is the dealer who sells medicine. The thugs who participate in the transportation of goods all carry firearms with them, and they carry them wherever they go. They use them a lot when they are transporting goods. Over time, their skills are higher than those of ordinary underworld thugs.

Yin Zhaotang was not happy with Zhuang Xiong's boasting and said coldly, "The stuff is of good quality. Grandpa seems to be well prepared. He can take it out anytime he wants."

"I wonder if the poor guy with a gun is ready!"

In his opinion, being able to take out a weapon is nothing. What counts as preparedness is the brothers who are ready and dare to go into battle.

He was reluctant to let Ah Hao go, so several people carried their weapons on their left hands.

Liu Chuanzong inserted the incense into the shrine of Guan Erye, holding a fisherman's hat in his hand, with the salty smell of fish fillets from the sea on his body, his eyes were calm, and he said in a teasing tone: "Brother Tang, do you think I look like that loser?"

Zhuang Xiong said, "A Zong has six brothers under him. They have been to Thailand and are usually responsible for receiving the goods. Is that enough?"

Yin Zhaotang glanced at him and rejected it: "Not enough!"

"I feel that it is not enough for six people to ambush in one place. If we split our forces into two groups, our chances are slim. If we don't kill the Dance King as soon as we open fire, we will be shot to pieces."

"We need at least five men and two rifles in one location, lying in ambush to have a chance."

Jiang Hao raised his hand without hesitation: "Boss, leave it to me!" Yin Zhaotang patted his face and said unhappily: "The bullet is stuck, how do you know how to eject it? The AK has a strong recoil, how can you catch it! You don't know anything, but you dare to rush forward, you don't even know how to die."

"When it comes to fighting, it's about military qualities! Have you ever been a soldier? I plan to ask the Big Circle Gang to help."

Yin Zhaotang, Jiang Hao and his group had never touched a gun before. They relied on luck to charge forward with guns, and it would be a pity if any of their brothers died.

Zhuang Xiong was a little surprised and said, "The prices of those soldiers in the Big Circle Gang are not cheap. A small brother will charge you at least tens of thousands of yuan, and the head of the Dance King will be at least three hundred thousand."

The dancing king is the big boss, and the lackeys are the ones who sell the goods together. The big circle helps a group of people go out to work, and they can't do it without a salary of more than 500,000. In Mong Kok, you can buy two large three-bedroom apartments, which is absolutely beyond the reach of ordinary gangsters.

When it comes to gang fights, the Big Circle Boys will actually be extremely cautious. They will either issue a sky-high ticket or close the door and refuse to see customers, unless they have special channels to directly bring people out from the mainland.

Yin Zhaotang looked determined and said in a resolute tone: "Pick, do I need these hundreds of thousands? At worst, I can get a bank loan. I can mortgage my company to get two million and I'll kill the dance king!"

"Do you think I'm doing business for nothing? Why do I make so much money? Just to tell my brothers not to work so hard anymore. Get up in the morning and take a sauna, have a Taiwanese girl rub your back, have a Thai massage after lunch, drink Thai milk tea, Hennessy, and abalone. It's not for nothing that you call me the boss!"

Jiang Hao, Zuo Shou, and Liu Chuanzong were all stunned. Isn't it just for money? Paying others to fight for you?
Is there such a saying in the underworld?
Zhuang Xiong was very impressed after hearing this and said in admiration: "You are awesome, Brother Tang. From now on, everyone in the martial arts world will know that you, Shenxian Tang, are a big shot. You don't use cheap people, but expensive ones."

"It sounds a bit silly, but as a member of the church, I am really touched. It seems that you have thought about it a long time ago?"

"Babi! Really Babi!"

Jiang Hao and the others on his left gradually came to their senses. They were all moved and said gratefully, "Boss."

"Brother Tang."

Although Liu Chuanzong and his subordinates were not so moved that it was superficial, they were deeply touched. Liu Chuanzong suddenly felt that it might not be a disadvantage to work for Shenxiantang and make straw sandals in Mong Kok. Being able to hang out with a loyal and capable boss is the biggest profit in the underworld!

From being a double-flowered red stick employee to having the magazine on the right track, it took only a month or two, without even the time to pick out a new apartment, but Yin Zhaotang's status had quietly changed, from a barefoot man to a rentier.

Yin Zhaotang was wearing a white T-shirt and jeans, dressed casually at home. He held a cigar in his hand, took a deep breath, and said slowly: "Divide these long guns and short dogs and put some in the car. Use them as firearms for self-defense, in case the dance king finds an opportunity to take your skin. Every minute and every second is uneasy now."

The brothers divided the stuff as instructed.

Yin Zhaotang chose a beautiful domestic black star and put it on his waist, loaded it with bullets, and came to the door of the second bedroom and knocked twice: "Jiahui, are you asleep?"

"Boss, what are you doing?" Rong Jiahui's soft voice came.

Yin Zhaotang said, "I have an appointment with Sister Huimin for supper tonight, would you like to go together?"

"understood!"

The incense burning in the rental house was so loud just now that Jiahui couldn't have not heard it, but the child sleeps well and had already slept for two hours.

Yin Zhaotang is not a fool. He left his sister at home while fighting with others. Long before Egg Tart came back, he had already called Zhou Huimin to make an appointment to meet.

He packed a few pieces of clothes and stuffed two thousand Hong Kong dollars into a children's schoolbag, then took Rong Jiahui and led Niu Qiang and his group away quietly.

He took a taxi and arrived at a teahouse in Tsim Sha Tsui East. There were many people drinking tea in the hall. He quickly found Zhou Huimin and a pastor in a white robe sitting beside him. He looked kind and smiled at him.

Yin Zhaotang, carrying a child's backpack and with a bulge under his T-shirt, walked forward with his sister, sat down on a chair beside the table, and asked, "Pastor, why are you here too?"

Rong Jiahui rushed over to Zhou Huimin for a hug. Edward's eyes fell on the black star gun handle exposed behind his waist. His eyes were complicated and he forced out a smile: "Haha."

　After dinner, I will try to finish another chapter.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)