Chapter 88 Loyalty and Righteousness
Chapter 88 Loyalty and Righteousness
Yin Zhaotang held a cigarette between his fingers, but stopped puffing out white smoke. He stared at Fatty and said, "Grandpa, you really think highly of me."
It is not easy for a society to open a line to Thailand, and it is even more difficult to give up the financial resources in Thailand.
It's easy to say it's over, but it offends a lot of people. If Fat Cat doesn't handle it well, he may end up in a funeral.
But he actually found a balance acceptable to both sides in just a few minutes of argument. Not to mention his political sophistication, his vision is really sharp.
It was obvious that Yin Zhaotang had the confidence to speak of conscience. Otherwise, all the gangs were doing the same bad things, and the bad guys would only think about getting a piece of the pie, but not about quitting.
Fat Cat was lucky enough to find a talent among the bad boys, and he was more reluctant to let go than anyone else. After hearing Yin Zhaotang's answer, he stood up with the dragon head stick and pointed at the broken teacup on the ground: "If you are loyal and righteous, you will be rich and prosperous. If you are disloyal and unrighteous, shine on this lotus!"
One who has the courage to ask him to close his stall, one who has the ability to conquer the territory in Mong Kok, and one who is talented enough to start a legitimate company.
It's worth trusting him once!
A talented person who can find a more profitable way for the society, and a leader who can lead the society to a clean slate.
What's the harm in dying for it?
At the age of several decades, I have become indifferent to life and death. What is important is that there will be successors.
Zhuang Xiong, Liu Chuanzong, and Jie Shiyong are all good, but they are just talents of the underworld. If they cannot jump out of the mud, they will be loaches all their lives. Now that a talent from the shore is coming, no matter how angry you are, you have to carefully consider what he says.
If you really think about it carefully, smash it a little and you will taste the flavor.
Many people do not understand many truths, but they just cannot do them. There are many such people. Suddenly, if someone stands up and says that he can do it, he will be laughed at as wishful thinking. Being able to hear honest advice in unpleasant situations is also a real skill honed by decades of ups and downs.
Yin Zhaotang was also trapped by the rules of the underworld, but when he thought calmly, he realized that Fat Cat had already risked his life.
If he runs into trouble while doing legitimate business, the society will have to help him beat him even if he is beaten to death. Because, the whole society will depend on him for food, and they will absolutely obey his orders.
"I understand. Wait for my news." After saying that, Yin Zhaotang threw the cigarette butt on the ground, pushed the chair away, stood up and stepped on it.
Although this was a little different from his expectations, he could accept it. Everything takes time. After all, his position was low, so he couldn't make decisions on his own. He had to take things step by step.
"It's better to do it quickly. Don't wait until I die. Then no one will speak for you." Fat Cat said thoughtfully and gave him a deadline of the end of his life.
Yin Zhaotang glanced at him and smiled again: "Grandpa, please run more often, lose weight, drink less tea, and drink warm water!"
"Let's go home and sleep."
Fat Cat watched him go and said loudly, "Tomorrow at 12 noon, at the Fortune Hotel in Tsim Sha Tsui East. Don't be late."
"understood."
Yin Zhaotang answered without thinking, and walked downstairs without looking back. When he passed the front desk on the first floor, Uncle Gensheng, who had been hiding just now, suddenly appeared, smiled and took out a paper box tied with a plastic rope.
"A little midnight snack, take it back for the brothers."
"Thank you, uncle."
Yin Zhaotang was not polite. He took the paper box and felt it was heavy. Judging from its height, it was a double-layer box, probably containing about ten boxes.
The Thousand Layer Egg Tarts at Chaoyi Restaurant have a crispy crust and the filling is made of pure egg liquid without any water, which gives them a strong eggy flavor. Unfortunately, the restaurant is closed to the public most of the time, otherwise it would be popular with its Thousand Layer Egg Tarts.
Ah King was squatting in the empty room. When he saw the locked wooden door open, he was not used to the light for a moment. He shielded his eyes with his hands, squinted and asked, "Boss?" "Let's go. This is how you survive in the underworld. Let's go back first. The next time the company opens a meeting, I guarantee that you will be the one who gets a job." Of course, he couldn't say for sure what job he would get.
Yin Zhaotang knew that Fat Cat treated King well for his own good, but he was really different from ordinary underworld bosses. He was not afraid of his brothers showing off their talents.
They are not even afraid of having their food snatched away by younger generations.
Because his business could not be taken away by his subordinates, but the extra territory needed someone to manage it. After receiving the promise of the position, King's accumulated resentment was also calmed down. He walked out of the room with his head down and said, "Thank you, boss."
"Where to go?"
"Fuk Wah Street, Sham Shui Po."
It was quite far from Mong Kok, and some gang members in the gang were not well-off, so they would rent in a remote area to save rent. Every day, they would take a minibus to Yau Tsim Mong, and when it was too late, they would find a room in the stable of the gang and sleep there.
Yin Zhaotang used the gang's car to take King to Sham Shui Po. There were some drunks wandering on the road, and there were two roadside stalls downstairs of Fok Wah Building.
One stall sells curry fish balls and fried three treasures, and another stall sells cart noodles and bowl shark fin, all of which are priced at three or five cents, standard snacks for the poor.
Yin Zhaotang invited King to sit down at the stall, opened the egg tart box, drank the cold tea on the table with a covered bowl, and ordered a few snacks.
King had one meal a day and two bowls of water in the dark room. He was so hungry that his hands and feet were weak. He wolfed down two egg tarts, took the cart noodles handed to him by the boss, and took three big bites. The noodles in the paper box were all gone. The fake shark fin tasted more delicious than the real one.
He will never forget this taste for the rest of his life!
"Tomorrow, if you have nothing to do, please help me pick thirty brothers to go out and study." Yin Zhaotang smoked a cigarette and frowned, as if the task was difficult.
Ah King was busy eating, and after listening halfway, he answered vaguely, "Working? Who are you going to do again? The boss is in a tight spot lately, isn't it better to slow down a bit?"
Yin Zhaotang, holding a bunch of skewers in his hand and chewing fish balls in his mouth, corrected him: "It's about studying, not working!"
"It's best if you're educated, want to study, and have a smart mind."
King felt like he was hallucinating: "Huh?"
But the boss looked serious, not joking, with a shocked and stunned expression. He held the bowl of chicken wings and coughed repeatedly: "Boss, it's easy for you to find thirty knifemen, but it's easier for you to find thirty good boys who want to go to school. You might as well kill me first!"
The gang just defeated the four big red sticks and saw that they would soon get a new territory. How could the henchmen be reluctant to leave? The four-nine boys who had no independent territory before would also transform themselves into "big brothers" with their own territory.
The Blue Lanterns have more jobs and are doing very well. Going back to school is more painful than killing them.
Yin Zhaotang also looked embarrassed: "I know, things are a bit tricky, but the situation can be more open. It's okay to be a bad boy. It doesn't matter whether he is one of our Lao Zhong's people or not."
"Tell them that I will cover their tuition and living expenses. I will pay them whatever they earn each month. Someone will eventually seize the opportunity."
"Thirty people, not one less. I promised Master Guan, you can't make it difficult for me!"
The next chapter will be published tomorrow at noon. In a day or two, it should be possible to adjust to the ideal update time.
(End of this chapter)