Chapter 87: Demons Dance, Wash Yourself and Pass the Belt

Chapter 87: Demons Dance, Wash Yourself and Pass the Belt

Chapter 87: Demons Dance, Wash Yourself and Pass the Belt

When Yin Zhaotang arrived at the attic of Chaoyi Restaurant, the uncles from the society had already dispersed, leaving only Fat Cat lighting incense.

"Today you killed the Dance King. Jiang Hao led his men to break into Taizi Road. If you have a good talk with Ma Jiaozai's men tomorrow, you can open another gang in Taizi Road in due time."

"After a few years, Lao Zhong has one signboard and five branches. Compared with the past, there is a huge gap. Who dares to say that we are a sunset society?"

Fat Cat held the cigarette in both hands and inserted it into the copper stove in front of the statue of Guan Erye, with his fat body facing away from Yin Zhaotang.

"Then, wait for the anti-drug team to do their work. Big cats, small cats, fat cats, thin cats, all will be arrested and sentenced to life imprisonment?" Yin Zhaotang stopped at the stairs, a long distance between himself and the Fat Cat.

The street lights shone through the carvings on the window frames: the Peacock King, the Eight Heavenly Dragons, the Thousand-Armed Avalokitesvara, the Thousand Buddhas of the Kalpa of Virtue, and the Twelve Flying Apsaras.

Bright neon lights flickered through the open windows of the attic, revealing a row of Buddhist statues densely packed inside the hall.

Twelve flying goddesses, with double buns on their heads, long skirts around their waists, graceful figures, and colorful ribbons floating on their naked bodies, are flying against the wind on the clouds, arranged in an orderly manner on the wall.

The reflections of the two Ming Kings happened to hit the two sides of the statue of Guan Erye, who was transformed into the guardian of the Emperor wearing golden armor and holding the Green Dragon Crescent Blade. The fat cat was just under the three statues.

The wind blew through the streets, hitting the window frames and the rustled iron nails, making a creaking sound.

The various statues began to sway wildly, as if coming alive, like a group of demons dancing wildly.

Yin Zhaotang had been to Chaoyi Restaurant several times, but this was the first time he noticed the carvings on the window frames. His eyes were a little blurry due to the shadows, and he couldn't help but squint to calm himself, only to feel his vision was a little dim.

Because there was a statue of Rahu reflecting half of his face, and the remaining half was stretched and reflected on the wall.

Fat Cat slowly turned around with his cane, and seeing Yin Zhaotang standing the farthest away from him, he couldn't help but smile, pointing at the furnishings around him, and jokingly said, "You've been busy for so long, are you blaming me for not saying hello to you?"

"Why, do you think that Zhuang Xiong and A Zong are working in the Mong Kok gang? You, a loser, have the right to interfere in the affairs of the company! The gang is the gang, and the society is the society. Who is bigger and who is smaller? Don't you have a brain?"

"There is another person in the Mong Kok gang who is hard to tell big from small. He has been locked up in a small room downstairs. Go and bring him out to ask him later, and you will know that the gang is doing this for your own good!"

After Fat Cat finished speaking, he sat upright in the main seat, supporting himself with a cane in one hand, staring at him with his sharp eyes.

Yin Zhaotang had heard about Ah King's affairs, so he said, "My brother, I will discipline him well."

"But your people are becoming fans in my hall. Have you asked me?"

"Grandpa, if you keep it from me, it will hurt me badly in the future."

Fat Cat grabbed the pumpkin pot made by Master Chen Mingyuan during the Kangxi period and threw it to the ground. With a loud bang, the world lost another unique heirloom.

"Fuck your mother, don't you know how the Chaozhou Gang became so big? Zhuang Xiong, A Zong and the others took a big risk to get on this line, and they make tens of millions every month."

"The money doesn't just go into my pocket. There are many things I need to take care of in the company. Otherwise, can your brother Jiang Hao be protected?"

"You guys have been arrested a long time ago, and you still want to stand out. The signboard of respecting loyalty and righteousness may have been covered with dust before, but it is heavy enough. Without it covering it, how can you break into the Prince Road?"

"No matter how powerful your fists and kicks are, or how smart your brain is, they can't beat a single word from someone else that can decide the outcome. Do you understand?" The fat cat had a stern face, with several layers of fat on his chin, and he looked very big sitting on the chair.

His face was full of unevenness, his chest was heaving, his breathing was rapid, and he poured fire on his beloved teapot, but he still used a teaching tone when speaking to Yin Zhaotang.

In order to avoid driving away a leading talent and causing internal strife in the newly prosperous society, Yin Zhaotang walked out of the shadows, lit a cigarette, walked to the long table, moved a chair away, and confronted Fat Cat across the table.

He crossed his legs, puffed out smoke, sorted out his thoughts, and even had the leisure to brush the ash off his trouser legs.

"Grandpa, if you rely on the mountain, the mountain will fall; if you rely on people, they will fall. No matter how powerful the Chaoshan Gang was in the past, it is just a thing of the past. Just the number of signs they say you have, and just the number of rice they give you, you have to cook as much rice as you are given."

"If Hong Kong Island is like the Golden Triangle, where you can just raise a flag and have fun, OK, then I think you have the ability. But this is Hong Kong Island, there are plenty of ways to make money, why do you want to make the dirtiest one?"

"You said last time that it's okay to do the right thing, but you can't forget the club. Well, today I'm doing this for the good of the club. It's okay to make money in a side way, but don't make this much money!"

"My company and my territory are already established. Whoever interferes with my career will have a miserable life!" Yin Zhaotang took a puff of cigarette and made a harsh remark.

He is not Ah Lok in Johnnie To's movies, nor is he Jimmy who is easily manipulated.

Whoever treats him well, he will talk about the benevolence and righteousness of Guan Yu. Whoever treats him badly, he will send him to see Jesus!

His name is Shenxiantang, and he likes Shenxiantang who plans ahead.

"What do you mean?"

"Some things are better thought through before speaking. Otherwise, if I don't kill you, there will be people who will come to kill you." Fat Cat warned sternly.

Yin Zhaotang replied softly, "This will be the last time. Let's put on a show and give others an explanation. Say there is a problem with the warehouse and the route. Let's stop."

"Otherwise, I'll give you the Mong Kok gang and take a few people with me. I'll wash my hands of Hong Ying, quit the underworld, and be a serious businessman."

If you can quit Jing Zhongyi, you can even save the trouble of changing jobs and just become a legitimate businessman.

Try to have a relationship with Jesus.

If you encounter trouble that you really can't avoid, then it's no problem to pay a large sum of money to become a big shot. The next time Shenxiantang's name appears in the world, he might be the Double Flower Red Stick of Xinji and the Number Gang.

Jing Zhongyi has trained him until now, and has only earned a hall. It can be said that there is no loss or debt between the two.

According to Yin Zhaotang's idea, Fei Mao would never agree, because this would be like cutting the aorta of the society. If the fans leave, the society may die in the future, but if the fans don't leave, the society would have collapsed a few years ago.

People in the underworld have no choice!
But after pondering for a while, Fat Cat sneered and looked at him and said, "You can ask the society to cut off that thread, but you have to help the society find a more profitable way to make money."

"Damn it, I just listened to it and finally I understand it!"

"You just think you are so capable that you look down on an old man like me. You think I am following an unorthodox path and you are following the right path. I am not that angry if you ask me for a 10% share of the profits."

"You look down on me on purpose. Fine. With your ability, you can lead the gang to clean up the mess and find a way to make money to convince everyone. Then the gang will not only lose its fans, but also won't sell a single gram in nightclubs, and won't ship to others. We can even send brothers to volunteer at drug rehabilitation centers every month."

"If you like to be a good person, can you do it to your heart's content? But if you can't make it, then stay and work for the society."

"I won't force you to do anything you don't want to do, but don't ask questions you shouldn't ask. If you want to leave the society, don't even think about it unless you 'wash your body' (referring to becoming a corpse, taking a bath before the funeral). You still want to quit? Can you afford the golden basin? Then wash your hands!"

"Are you satisfied with this explanation?"

(End of this chapter)