Chapter 77: Opening an order, Lixing Pawnshop
Chapter 77: Opening an order, Lixing Pawnshop (asking for monthly tickets and subscriptions)
Zhou Huimin took Jiahui's schoolbag and hung it on the back of the chair. She then touched her little head and glanced at Yin Zhaotang with a reproachful look.
"Mr. Yin, why do you need to send Jiahui here so late at night? What's the emergency?"
Yin Zhaotang picked up the short-spouted teapot on the table and poured out a cup of hot tea. As soon as he smelled it, he knew it was chrysanthemum Pu'er.
"I'm going abroad to discuss some business with my friends. Miss Zhou, are you interested?"
Zhou Huimin thought of Mr. Yin's business project and felt a chill in her heart. She refused and said, "I'm not interested in your business. Jiahui will be with me these few days."
Yin Zhaotang nodded slightly: "Thank you Miss Zhou for your help."
"Would you like to eat something first?" Zhou Huimin handed him the menu on the table.
Yin Zhaotang noticed that the pastor's gaze was unnatural and kept glancing at his waist. Suddenly he realized the problem and skillfully adjusted the corner of his clothes to cover the black star without leaving a trace.
"Excuse me, Reverend, it's for business."
Pastor Edward's expression returned to normal, and he nodded kindly, "I understand."
"I knew it was what Brother Jesus had left over!" Yin Zhaotang joked unscrupulously.
Zhou Huimin couldn't see the black star from her angle, so she felt a little strange and looked back and forth and asked, "Mr. Yin, what are you talking about?"
"Learn from the Godfather and learn how to conquer the land from Brother Jesus."
Zhou Huimin glared at him in dissatisfaction: "You are so smooth-talking and talking nonsense!"
Yin Zhaotang put down the menu and said, "I won't eat anything. I'll leave Jiahui to you."
"Remember to send her to Lutheran School at 7am and pick her up after school at 5pm. Go to Queen Mary Hospital to see Dr. Liang at the Hearing Center for a checkup on Sunday. In another week, Jiahui will have cochlear implant surgery."
"Otherwise, nothing special. If you have any questions, call me. I'm leaving now."
Seeing that he had already stood up and was in a hurry, Zhou Huimin couldn't help but ask, "How many days will you be abroad?"
"Three to five days at most. If it's longer, I think I will see Jesus earlier than you." After Yin Zhaotang finished speaking, Zhou Huimin's face showed obvious worry. It seems that she is not a silly girl who is unaware of anything.
Yin Zhaotang saw the change in her expression and smiled carefreely: "Fuck, I'm kidding, I've worshipped Guan Erye!"
"Let's go!"
Escorted by Niu Qiang and others, he walked out of the restaurant door and left in a very cool manner.
Zhuang Xiong was waiting for them in the rental house. Seeing that Yin Zhaotang was safe and sound, he breathed a sigh of relief. He walked forward with his mobile phone and said, "The killer of the Big Circle Gang wants to see you in person."
"I told you to call him directly and arrange the time and place."
This kind of large order must be discussed in detail in person, and half of the payment must be made in cash before the work is done.
Yin Zhaotang took the phone and glanced at Zhuang Xiong. Zhuang Xiong opened his mouth and said a string of numbers. After the call was connected, a middle-aged man with a Minnan accent spoke: "Your name is Shenxiantang, right?"
"Get rid of the dancing king. Five hundred thousand. A bodyguard plus thirty thousand. I'll get it done for you in two days. How about that?"
Yin Zhaotang felt that the price was a bit high, and he was definitely being ripped off. As a Honggun, he could only earn 300,000 yuan at most. Even if the King of Dance earned over 10 million yuan a month, his life was expensive, and everyone had their own price. Once the ticket was issued, someone would definitely do it.
But now was definitely not the time to bargain. There were still hundreds of thousands of dollars in the account book, so he just went for it generously: "Deal, if anyone dares to cross the line, I will make him full of holes!"
"Okay, okay. I'll be at 36, 44th Floor, Block B, Chungking Mansions, 14-1409 Nathan Road, in half an hour. Bring half the money with you."
"Hong Kong dollars, U.S. dollars, and British pounds are all acceptable. No national banknotes, and no serial numbers." Killer Da's tone quickly changed from unfamiliar to friendly. He explained the precautions and added "Boss, see you then" at the end before hanging up the phone.
Yin Zhaotang registered a name "Hong Kong Island Happy Tour Travel Agency" for the company that initially answered phone calls from magazine guests and operated it as an office.
There was a safe there, which contained half of the cash in the hall, and the remaining half was placed in the cabinet of the shrine in Yin Zhaotang's home. As for the money from the magazine company, it was legitimate income and would be transferred to the bank account regularly. There was not much cash left, and it would definitely not be possible to take it out in the middle of the night.
Yin Zhaotang brought his brothers to the hall, entered the office, opened the safe, and put piles of cash into plastic bags. He counted out 80,000 yuan, plus the 170,000 yuan brought from home, making up 250,000 Hong Kong dollars. He carried the plastic bag and went downstairs under the escort of Niu Qiang and others, and threw the money into the passenger seat of the Crown car.
The mobile phone on my body started to ring. As soon as I picked it up, I heard Dan Tart's anxious voice: "Brother Tang, Ma Jiaozi has swept a bar and three billiard rooms on Guangdong Road. Brother Hao has taken people to guard the KTV on Fuquan Street."
"I understand. I'll tell the owners of those stores that I'll compensate them." If you fail to guard the place for someone else, you can either pay the compensation on your own initiative or wait for the owner to find other gangs to do the job.
Although the place was conquered by the gang, building a kingdom and maintaining it are two different things. Not only can you not cause trouble for the boss of your own territory, you have to take the responsibility if you encounter trouble.
"Okay, I'll pass it on." Egg Tart replied.
Yin Zhaotang hung up the phone, got into the car and held the steering wheel, his face full of anger. He shifted the gears hard, stepped on the accelerator, and thought to himself: "Since I made my first fortune in Kowloon, it has been less than three months, and I have been swept back and forth three times, an average of once a month. They treat me like an ant and want everyone to step on me."
"Fuck it, my business must be the biggest in the future, so big that everyone has to obey me!"
He has never been more eager to succeed than he is now.
Tonight he personally drove a car to deliver the money, and Niu Qiang and his five companions followed in the other two cars. They parked the car in front of the entrance of Chongqing Mansion, took off their shirt and jacket, and wrapped the black plastic bag under their arms.
A group of people swaggered into Building A with pistols and knives on their waists, and came to the door of a rental house with a signboard of "Lixing Pawnshop". Niu Qiang was about to knock on the door but was stopped by the boss. He saw the boss pressed the doorbell: "Ding Dong!"
The door in front of them remained motionless, but an iron door behind them suddenly opened. A thin little man with a bald head, wearing a white vest with red letters, was looking at them with a cigarette in his mouth.
The words "Jiangmen No. 1 Fertilizer Factory" were written on the vest, but there was an old round scar on the arm that looked like a gunshot wound.
"Just come in alone."
Yin Zhaotang nodded and took the money into the simple apartment. The environment inside was quite clean, the windows, tables, and walls seemed to be frequently wiped, and everything was neatly arranged, except for a piece of tofu to prove his identity.
"Who is Brother Da?" He put the money down and asked.
A young man with a crew cut, dark skin, and wearing a tank top who was peeling an apple on a folding chair stood up and handed him the apple politely: "I've got the invoice. You have to pay whether you do it or not."
This is to prevent the two societies from suddenly making peace. If the orders are lost, what will happen to the hired people?
“I know the rules”
Yin Zhaotang opened the plastic bag and said, "There's an extra 50,000 yuan in it, and there's something else I'd like you to help me with."
"What's the matter!" Killer Da withdrew his hand and took a big bite of the apple.
Happy Mid-Autumn Festival, my friends.
(End of this chapter)