Chapter 167: Loyalty Sword, Kill Your Own People First

Chapter 167: Loyalty Sword, Kill Your Own People First

Chapter 167: Loyalty Sword, Kill Your Own People First
Beside the rosewood side table in the corner, Fat Cat was holding a dragon head stick with one hand and admiring a purple clay teapot with the other.

It is the Fish Transforming into a Dragon by Shao Daheng, a famous artist in the Qing Dynasty.

Yin Zhaotang, wearing a blue denim jacket with a lapel and black jeans, pulled out a chair in a very casual manner, sat down, and shouted, "Grandpa, what's going on? Call the three of us here, sir?"

In his first sentence, he brought Zhuang Xiong and Liu Chuanzong to the same side, as if he was playing a counter-acting role with Fat Cat.

Fat Cat walked to the main seat with the fish dragon, put the teapot down, supported the dragon head stick with both hands, spread his legs, straightened his back, and said firmly and forcefully: "The company has something to tell you."

"In the past, the company's fan business would be handed over to Haitu, a veteran of Hetu."

Yin Zhaotang crossed his legs, lit a cigarette, exhaled air, spread his hands and said: "It's none of my business if there are fans. I'm a legitimate businessman and I don't like to touch fans."

Zhuang Xiong's face suddenly changed, he clenched his fists, and shouted in disbelief: "Grandpa, there are dozens of brothers on this line begging for food, and they just say they don't want to do it, it's hard to explain to them!"

Fat Cat glanced at him and said unhappily, "What does the company have to explain to the society's business? Who should I explain my decision to?"

"Is it you, is it you, or is it you?"

Yin Zhaotang's expression became serious when his name was called. He tapped the table with his fingers and said, "Those in the company who are looking for quick money should be fired. Be careful of rebellion."

"Everyone should know why we are out here."

Fat Cat opened the tea can, picked out the tea leaves, picked up the boiling water, and used the Fish Turning into Dragon lamp to brew hot tea.

White mist rises, filling the room with the fragrance of tea.

Fat Cat was busy with his hands, and said, "Ah Xiong is leading his brothers to fly big planes in Tsuen Wan. Isn't that also making a lot of money?"

"Ah Tang, you are the head of Mong Kok Hall, and those brothers are all disciples of Mong Kok Hall. You are responsible for arranging their livelihoods."

Yin Zhaotang looked a little angry, and said unhappily: "Pick that star, I am their boss, not their dad!"

"It's no problem to arrange a meal for them, but if they want to make as much money as selling powder, they can only rob a bank."

Zhuang Xiong had a struggling expression, his head hung, and hesitant look. He could see that Grandpa and Yin Zhaotang were singing the same tune and putting on a show to coax them off the stage.

After all, if you cut off a source of income, you will offend a group of vested interests. The first thing to do is to start internal operations, and then to block external people.

The last time Yin Zhaotang asked his people to fly big planes, it was to arrange a livelihood for his brothers in advance.

But when the knife called loyalty and righteousness is cut on one's head, the heart feels really sad.

He clenched his fists and replied sadly, "No problem, I'll go talk to the brothers."

Fat Cat looked pleased and nodded contentedly: "Okay, I'm relieved that Ah Xiong will take care of it. Ah Tang, as the leader of Mong Kok, you have to take responsibility and remember to distribute dividends to the brothers."

"We don't have to compare with the past, but we have to make sure that the brothers can support their families!"

Yin Zhaotang said with great pain: "I know, Grandpa. As long as you work hard and achieve the performance target, you will definitely get dividends at the end of the year."

Fat Cat laughed and said, "Everyone knows Atang's business skills. Don't worry about not making money. Who knows, he might make more money from selling pork than from selling noodles."

"They were all smuggled in. We just happen to be in the same business."

Liu Chuanzong smiled and nodded, flattering him: "Grandpa, what you said makes sense. I support it!"

Fat Cat picked up the kettle and poured hot tea. He took the responsibility and said slowly: "The society needs to transform step by step to cope with the increasingly stringent anti-gang policy of the Hong Kong police. Now is different from the past."

"I'd rather earn less than take too many risks. As long as Uncle Hai's people connect to the line, they will pay two million Hong Kong dollars and a shop in Causeway Bay as a transfer fee."

"I'll prepare the money first, as an explanation to my brothers, and give it to them as the last bonus." Sha Touzi carried two black suitcases to the table, opened the locks, and found bundles of 100-yuan bills in the boxes. One bundle was worth 10,000 yuan, and one box had 100 bundles, so two boxes would be worth 2 million yuan.

Fat Cat raised his teacup again and said loudly, "Come on, drink up this cup of tea. I wish you brothers great success in your new business and I wish Zhongyi Hall a prosperous future!"

Since the company had arranged new jobs for them, there was no question of severance pay. But in the end, taking the people from Hetu to "connect connections" was actually almost the same as shipping a load of goods.

The two million Hong Kong dollars were distributed with a bit of compensation in nature, but in the final analysis, it was the hard-earned money of the brothers.

Zhuang Xiong's eyes fell on the cash box, he sighed and raised his teacup.

Liu Chuanzong was all smiles and raised his glass happily.

"Drink victory!"

"Drink victory!"

Yin Zhaotang turned his hand back and lowered his head to sip the hot tea.

Liu Chuanzong came to the outside of the restaurant with a suitcase in his hand, turned his head and asked, "Brother Tang, is Brother Dafei really making a lot of money?"

“No.”

"Earn a little hard-earned money." Yin Zhaotang said.

Liu Chuanzong held a cigarette in his mouth and muttered, "That's it."

Zhuang Xiong nudged his left shoulder with his elbow and asked in an unhappy tone, "With Brother Tang here, how can I let you starve?"

Niu Qiang, wearing a flowered shirt, watched the two men get into the car with a very alert expression: "Boss, Brother Xiong seems to be very dissatisfied with you."

Originally, Zhuang Xiong and his group were managed in parallel with the gang, and their financial and daily lives were not closely related to the gang brothers. Now that the gang has cut off the connection with the fans, it is actually equivalent to taking away Zhuang Xiong's power.

In the past, Zhuang Xiong was a confidant of the leader who was on par with Yin Zhaotang. The white paper fan he had was not famous enough, but he had both the people and the money.

When the gang was first opened in Mong Kok, he even said that he would support Yin Zhaotang to the end!
As time went by, Mong Kok was already the largest gang in Lao Zhong, and Jiang Hao had even been appointed as a red stick. Zhuang Xiong's power was taken away by Grandpa, and he really became a lawyer playing with a white paper fan.

No one will be happy!
Yin Zhaotang understood and waved his hand, saying, "Brother Xiong is just in a bad mood. He will be the same as before after a while."

Being able to support grandpa's decision and to carry it out with gritted teeth, Zhuang Xiong has actually demonstrated the meaning of loyalty and righteousness.

Liu Chuanzong followed Brother Xiong to a seafood restaurant at Tsuen Wan Pier and called the company's gunmen, chefs and drivers, a total of 47 people.

Thirteen of them are "cars", responsible for the movement of goods within the port, and twenty-five are "guns", responsible for protecting warehouses and transactions.

There are also nine chefs who are responsible for exchanging US dollars into Hong Kong dollars in the kitchen. If the chemical ratio is not right, the exchanged US dollars will not be able to take shape, affecting the split sales.

Including the two leaders, there are less than fifty people who support a business that earns millions of dollars every year.

Of course, if we include the younger brothers who unpack the goods, we should also call them "feet". But in fact, feet are very peripheral younger brothers who can be replaced and sold at any time.

Some of the "feet" are not even blue lanterns in the community. They just take risks and sell their labor just to make a little money.

In order to ensure the safety of transactions, cars, guns and chefs must never meet each other, and the kitchen and warehouse must be separated.

So, when the car manager Fanshu strode into the restaurant and saw dozens of people sitting at more than a dozen tables, his expression immediately became strange.

He came to the seat next to Zhuang Xiong, sat down with a big horse and a golden knife, and then with a sullen face, he knocked on the table and said unhappily: "Brother Xiong, what the hell! A large group of people are sitting together today. Are they having an end-of-year banquet? Are they waiting for the police to come and line up to arrest people?"

(End of this chapter)