Chapter 139: Disciples, Prepare for Battle
Chapter 139: Thousands of disciples, preparing for battle
Da Pao left the company, returned to the Mercedes-Benz, and took out the three gold bars from his bag. Yangzi and Aze, who followed him to the shift, leaned over, opened their eyes wide, and exclaimed in amazement: "Tian, Brother Tang is so generous."
"The rumors are true. He is really a big shot!"
"I didn't worship the wrong boss."
Da Pao held the gold bar in his hand, and also had a look of admiration on his face. He said sincerely: "Brother Tang is really a hero. He caught three yellow croakers in one move."
"We must run the Dafei Meat business well, otherwise, we will have no place to stand in Lao Zhong."
Aze responded: "Don't worry, big man."
"Brother Tang is so loyal and supports us. We have to work hard to make the business a success."
Yangzi nodded: "With Lao Zhong's brand, it will definitely work!"
Although they have earned a lot of wealth, they can't just sit back and enjoy it all.
I am going back to my old business and with Tang Ge’s support, I am determined to make it bigger than before.
There is no problem with the majority of the company's profits going to the gang. If 30% goes into their pockets, they can earn more than working in the group.
What's more, Tang Ge's advantage is that he has a clean background and is not involved in drugs, so they can make money with peace of mind.
Yin Zhaotang sent his younger brother away, took a puff of cigarette, and said to Dan Tart, "Pick twenty new recruits to strengthen the manpower of Da Pao."
Dan Tart said: "How about placing some trustworthy brothers in the army? The cannons are coming from another group, so we need to make some preparations."
Yin Zhaotang frowned: "What preparations are you making? We don't trust the brothers who came in with a legitimate reason. How many people can we use in the company?"
"Don't employ people you doubt, and don't doubt people you employ. If someone has second thoughts, the sword of the Punishment Hall will be prepared for him! Zhongyou, choose a warehouse in Tsuen Wan and buy it, and prepare to transform it into a large cold storage."
Egg Tart mentioned it casually and nodded: "How many feet do you want?"
"It should be able to hold at least 10,000 tons of cargo."
Dapao said that the frozen meat shipped from North America was unloaded at the Tsuen Wan Wharf, which was close to Zhuhai. After the goods were unloaded, they were loaded onto large planes and flown directly to the provincial capital.
But sometimes the wind is strong, or the cargo ship docks during the day, and a cold storage is needed for transit.
After all, they have no control over when the cargo ship arrives at the port.
There are many citizens along the coast of Zhuhai during the day, so the customs cannot turn a blind eye and goods can only be shipped at night.
Hong Kong Island is hot and humid in summer, and the meat will start to stink in just one day.
Dan Tart patted his chest and said, "No problem, as long as the money is in place, everything will be fine. There is a company that makes cold storage in Sham Shui Po Electric Street, but it is said that it costs hundreds of thousands to build a cold storage."
Yin Zhaotang was also straightforward and said, "Use the public account of the hall. If the money is not enough, ask the society for it."
Dan Tart grinned, a little surprised: "Brother Tang, you are so bold, what if you lose the company's money?"
"If a business with a market is losing money, there must be something wrong with the company. Finding ways to solve the problem is more important than looking ahead and behind," said Yin Zhaotang.
Egg Tart nodded obediently: "I understand."
There are also people like Ah Xin who transferred from Tung On Society, Fei Ying who transferred from Quan Yit Chi, Chui Ji who transferred from Sun Yee On, and Zhao Yao who transferred from Wo Shing Wo who all need to be assigned tasks.
Yin Zhaotang arranged for Ah Xin to follow Jiang Hao to look after the business, Feiying to manage the freight of the sneaker factory, and asked Chuiji to find channels to recruit some foreign horses to expand the company's business.
Zhaoyao was in charge of a newly opened formal travel agency, which had set up a Hong Kong and Macau route, preparing to do business to get rich first in the mainland.
Pornographic magazines, hotels, and stables can be linked to travel agencies.
If there are enough customers, it can also be expanded to shopping malls, tourist buses, and yachts. As a service industry, tourism makes little money, but it is asset-light. When the industry is hot, you can make more money, but when the industry is declining, you can just stop doing it.
After a busy day, there were still more than a hundred men with nowhere to go.
Yin Zhaotang looked exhausted, rubbing his temples, and said with emotion: "No wonder the Sunset Society dares not open the mountain gate."
Jiang Hao came to pick up the boss after get off work to have dinner. He sat on the sofa and watched him complain. He laughed and said, "It's because I don't have enough brothers. I don't have confidence. It's too troublesome to have too many brothers."
Zuo Shou, wearing a suit and a blue tie, lowered his head and sniffed the cigarette, and murmured: "With more than a hundred people, if we open a few more gambling stalls, we can support the horse stable."
Yin Zhaotang shook his head: "Forget it, the stable in the hall is short of young ladies."
"If they reopen it, they will just stuff some pork chops in it and ruin the reputation of 91 Magazine."
"Don't even think about gambling. They can't beat Xinji and the number gang. Ah Hao, you are the one who will lead these guys. Put them in the boxing gym to hone their skills for ten days or half a month, and then wait for the call-up."
He accepted a total of 639 people into his sect yesterday, which made the entire martial arts world look up to him.
Because recruiting disciples is to solve the problem of livelihood, so the more people you recruit, the bigger the territory and the bigger the business!
Otherwise, I wouldn’t be able to support my disciples.
He now claims that it is no exaggeration to say that he has over a thousand disciples. However, in the Hong Kong underworld today, excluding the leaders in charge, there are no more than four red sticks who can claim to have over a thousand disciples.
Each one of them is a powerful man in the underworld, with a famous name.
Compared with his predecessors in the martial arts world, Shenxiantang's foundation is still shallow, but he has already entered the ranks of martial arts masters, and even the big red sticks dare not underestimate him.
Although, more than half of the people who joined yesterday were Blue Lanterns who were already working for the society and did not need to look for jobs anymore.
But there are still more than 200 brothers left. Excluding those who have their own jobs, how many people are waiting to start working? Yin Zhaotang knew when he was recruiting people, because he wanted to open up a new way to make money and was in need of manpower.
Jiang Hao raised his eyebrows. He didn't expect that the boss would have more than a hundred knifemen. It was obvious that he was going to do something big in the near future. His eyes were excited and he nodded readily: "No problem, boss. I will help you train your soldiers recently."
Zuo Shou's expression was a bit painful: "Boss, it costs a lot of money every month to support so many people."
Yin Zhaotang saw through his thoughts and cursed, "You want to ask them to work on sewing machines in the factory again? Don't dream. I'm going to use hot-blooded scoundrels to build my empire. If they work on sewing machines, their spirit will be crushed."
"Don't forget to keep an eye on the movements of the group."
Left hand, Ah Le and the others heard the words and agreed solemnly: "Yes, boss."
After the brothers finished their business, they walked out of Defeng Building together, got into a Rolls-Royce and drove out of the intersection. Niu Qiang gestured and directed his brothers to drive the car for four people.
There were three Mercedes-Benzes and one BMW, and the fleet was very luxurious.
Opposite the building is Yongji Tea Restaurant.
Huoshui had just finished a plate of shrimp and egg rice and put his fork on the plate.
There was a mirror hanging on the wall, reflecting the action of him wiping his mouth.
He took two tissues and lowered his head to wipe his mouth. A bat tattoo was visible on the back of his neck, and the large artery at the base of his ear was clearly visible, climbing up along the skin.
The hairstyle is a red-dyed American fringe. It would definitely look trendy on a young person, but it would look a bit out of place on a man in his forties, as if he was trying to look younger.
"Let's go to the Chinese Boxing Gym to find Jiu Wenlong."
In the mirror, several thugs in shirtsleeves stood up and followed the waiter out of the restaurant. Not long after, another person came in, a constant stream of people, a repetitive cycle of time.
There was a glass plate on the dining table, and the newspapers pressed on it began to turn yellow day by day.
(End of this chapter)