Chapter 89 Jianghu No. 4
Chapter 89: Jianghu No.
In front of the bathroom mirror.
Yin Zhaotang straightened the cuffs of his suit, smoothed his collar, applied hair oil in front of the mirror, and leaned out to look at the clock on the living room wall. The hands showed nine thirty-seven.
He packed up for a while, dressed neatly, and planned to go to the hospital to visit his injured brother, and then go to the Fulin Hotel to discuss matters with the four major people.
The bail and medicine fees for the Mong Kok gang this time are not a small amount, plus the appearance fee for the Big Circle Gang, the brothers' lawyer fees, and the money for managing relations with the Correctional Department.
After all the calculations, it would cost at least half a million.
If you calculate the investment of the entire society, one battle costs millions of Hong Kong dollars. No wonder gang leaders fight as little as possible. For those who fight two or three battles a year, no matter how small their reputation is, they have to be famous!
"Although other gangs have to ask the society to reimburse their debts, each gang still owes a favor to someone. Today, we will talk about how much we can earn from the horse traders, and how much the gang can save in business."
"Otherwise, if we don't give benefits to Jie Shiyong and Lao Mo today, we will have to make up for it somewhere else tomorrow."
How could those old foxes in the underworld keep quiet unless they had enough to eat?
There is nothing to say between the gangs and the societies. It is only natural for the small to rely on the big. After talking to Grandpa yesterday, there is no need to be polite.
Yau Tsim Mong, Waterloo Road, Kwong Wah Hospital.
Many brothers in the ward have been collected evidence by the police. A small number of them have been directly transferred to a surveillance hospital, and most of the rest are receiving treatment in regular hospitals. However, there is a certain chance that they will be charged in a joint case while in hospital, and will be imprisoned as soon as they are discharged from the hospital.
If a hospital finds multiple people with knife or gunshot wounds, it has a responsibility to notify the police. Minor injuries to one or two people can be covered up by giving money, but if a gang fights with dozens of people and needs to arrange hospital beds, it is impossible to conceal it, and the police will also conduct regular inspections.
Yin Zhaotang suddenly realized that perhaps the society should open a hospital, which would not only make money but also save legal fees.
Although the requirements for applying for a hospital business license in Hong Kong are very high and tens of millions in cash are just the threshold, you can acquire a dilapidated private hospital, operate it through a shell company, and slowly start to accumulate funds.
It is no longer like today, where the lightly injured are sent to Kowloon City and the seriously injured are waiting to be taken away by the police. The brothers worked hard for the gang, but they have no place to recover. It turns out that the underworld is the lowest form of modern social organization.
"Brother Tang, Gao Laosen called and told you not to go to Fulin Hotel at noon." Niu Qiang pushed open the door of the ward, holding a mobile phone, and reported in a low voice to the boss beside the bed.
"What happened?"
Yin Zhaotang placed the peeled apple on the fruit plate on the table and said to his brother lying on the bed, "Sorry, I have something to do at the company. I have to leave for a while."
"Boss, take care." The brother was lying on the hospital bed, his right hand wrapped in white gauze, his left leg in a plaster cast, and hanging on a sling.
I am already satisfied that the boss came to visit me, so I will naturally not disturb his work.
Niu Qiang and the boss came to the corridor and said, "Gao Laosen said that the prince Rong, the head of Dan'er (Lian Gongle), will be present at the lunch, so it's hard to talk."
"You are the club's poster boy. Don't bring it up easily. It will be embarrassing if you make a fool of yourself."
"I'll attack your mother!"
Yin Zhaotang could tell that his uncle from the society was protecting him, but he still couldn't help showing a stern look on his face and cursing, "I got my name from fighting, not from kneeling, so what about Prince Rong?"
"If you don't give me face, just keep fighting. What's there to talk about?"
Niu Qiang was once again impressed by the boss's generosity and took the boss's hand and said: "I'll arrange a car right away." Everyone knows that "the Big Four, the biggest is single ear", which means that among the "Big Four companies", Lian Gong Le, which ranks first, is the strongest. At its peak, it had more than 80,000 members, and its strength swept all the prefixes except Number Gang, Xin Ji, and Hetu.
He is the number one among the four and also the number four in the arena!
But as everyone knows, in any industry with the "four major signs", the first three will never change, but the fourth one is always more vague, and there may be many fourths.
For example, Shenghe and Shuifang are not necessarily afraid of single ears.
Lao Zhong's signature is definitely not as big as Dan Er's. Gao Lao Sen told him to leave the stage, which was actually a way of protecting his protégé. He was afraid that the scene would not be good, so he asked him not to come and avoid the limelight.
But Yin Zhaotang didn't go. He saved his face, but how would he divide the territory that was negotiated? What if he didn't negotiate for any territory?
Yin Zhaotang was full of disdain for the psychological comfort that if he didn't play, he wouldn't lose. He would rather lose face a little than get the real benefits.
But now that Ma Jiao Zai has brought in Tai Zirong as a reinforcement, he would be too weak to be alone, so he should also invite some brothers to the scene. He doesn't know the big gang leaders or the gangsters, but he knows a lot of Kwun Tong hooligans, so it's a good opportunity for them to go and see the style of the gangster "Tai Zirong".
He picked up the mobile phone that his younger brother had on his waist, dialed a number, and said to Pastor Edward who answered the phone: "Dear Pastor, I am Yin Zhaotang from 91 Magazine. Several of our company's employees are in the Mong Kok police station. Can you help bail them out?"
Pastor Edward thought for a moment, then said readily, "No problem, leave it to me."
"OK, I think they will be willing to believe in Jesus, and spend money to go to church to confess devoutly to the Lord." Yin Zhaotang has dealt with pastors several times and has figured out a little bit. Maybe he can become good friends with the pastor in the future.
"Brother Tang, the car has been arranged." Niu Qiang walked quickly back to the door of the ward.
Yin Zhaotang said: "Arrange a few more cars to go to the Mong Kok police station and take Ah Hao and the others directly to the hotel in Tsim Sha Tsui East."
Jiang Hao, Zuo Shou, A Le, Dan Tart, Zhuang Xiong and others are different from Da Jiao Chao. They were taken away by the police for investigation after the incident. There is a high chance that the church will come forward to bail them out.
"I understand." Niu Qiang agreed.
When talking about numbers, the appearance is very important. Niu Qiang arranged for the car rental company to drive a Porsche, three Mercedes-Benz, and four cars to the authentic Fulin Restaurant in Tsim Sha Tsui East.
This is a seven-story Western-style building that was recently completed. It is not as luxurious as the Peninsula Hotel, but the lobby starting from the second floor is surrounded by glass floor-to-ceiling windows. The garden design of the ground parking lot, the rockery and fortune-attracting stone lions at the main entrance, and the red carpet that runs directly from the stairs to the elevator door all demonstrate the grade of the hotel.
A group of one-eared thugs wearing black suits and with short or slicked-back hair were smoking and drinking beside the stone lions. They did not stop the ordinary guests, but when they saw Yin Zhaotang and his group stepping onto the stairs, they immediately smelled the scent of gangsters on them, and all stepped forward to stand in a row, blocking the door, and said arrogantly: "The four major meetings are in progress, no outsiders allowed in."
"I am the immortal Tang who respects loyalty and righteousness." Yin Zhaotang said.
"Shenxiantang?" The one-eared Hua Lianqiang crossed his arms and looked unkind, deliberately teasing: "Lao Zhong's people have already gone in. I didn't hear that the famous Shenxiantang would come!"
"How can you prove that you are the Immortal Tang? Hand over your seal first!"
Niu Qiang pulled out the ox-horn knife from his waist, so fast that no one could react, and then he put it on Hua Lian Qiang's neck and said in a fierce voice: "You bastard, how dare you make my boss hand over the seal?"
"Fuck you, I'm going to kill you first and report to my boss!"
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(End of this chapter)