Chapter 272 Try to be a "grandfather"

Chapter 272 Try to be a "grandfather"

Chapter 272 Try to be a "grandfather"

"The heroes in the society must step forward and help the gang build its empire. As the second marshal, there is no reason for me to just stand by and watch." Yin Zhaotang sat upright on the chair, scooping hot soup.

The ceramic soup spoon hit the rim of the bowl, and the clanging sound echoed in the house.

Lao Mo was delighted and said, "Brother Tang, thank you for your help!"

Yin Zhaotang put down the bowl of soup and said, "Brother, you don't have to be polite, but this is the territory we conquered, don't forget that the company has contributed to it."

Lao Mo said sincerely: "I dare not forget. If I gain an inch of land, it will be the company's credit. I will definitely include it in the hall's account and pay it monthly!"

Yin Zhaotang nodded with satisfaction: "Who do you want to be the vanguard and which hall to borrow soldiers from? Go and talk to them yourself."

"I'll give them a call."

Lao Mo clasped his hands together, took out a check from his arms, put it on the table, and said politely: "Brother Tang, this is a HSBC check for one million Hong Kong dollars. It's just a small token of my appreciation."

"My fellow disciples are borrowing soldiers for Grandpa. Just cover the appearance fee, medical expenses, and funeral expenses. You don't need to pay for the soldiers."

Yin Zhaotang spoke submissively.

Lao Mo smiled and said, "It's not much money. If Brother Tang refuses again, it will be unkind."

"Okay, Zuoshou, take the money and use it as medical expenses for the soldiers." Yin Zhaotang said. Zuoshou folded the check and put it in his pocket: "Thank you, Lao Moge."

"Then I'll go first. I'll contact you if there's anything." Lao Mo stood up and said goodbye.

Yin Zhaotang did not stand up to see him off, but just said, "Slow down, Lao Mo."

Lao Mo swung his car keys, put one hand in his pocket, and walked out of the restaurant happily. He went to the street to pick up the car and rushed back to Chaoyi Restaurant in Causeway Bay.

In the attic, Fat Cat was burning incense and worshiping Guandi.

Lao Mo didn't dare to say anything more and waited for Grandpa to finish his work before going forward to add more incense.

Fat Cat held the dragon head stick, stood in front of the window, and asked, "Did Atang agree?"

"accepted."

Lao Mo replied.

Fat Cat nodded: "Go for it, it's a good thing to have the intention to step into Tsim Sha Tsui East, do it beautifully and don't embarrass yourself."

"I'm an old man, there's not much I can do to take care of you, I'll do my best in the end." He raised his hand to take the hot tea handed to him by Lao Mo.

Lao Mo said, "I will definitely not let Grandpa down."

East Tsim Sha Tsui.

Luxury home with sea view.

Jiang Hao sent Ximei to the study to do homework, then returned to the living room, took the soda handed to him by Dan Tart, and said unconvincedly: "Brother Tang, there is a lot of money in Tsim Sha Tsui, why should we let others do it?"

"If you say one word, I'll bring my brothers in."

Zuo Shou comforted him: "Brother Hao, the boss has his own ideas!"

Yin Zhaotang had a soda in front of him and smoked a cigar as he said, "I'm the second marshal of the society. I can't just rob any lucrative business I come across, right?"

"Ah Hao, if you do things this way, you don't need to carry the banner of Lao Zhong, and you can set up your own faction. Will the brothers from other sects accept this?"

"Someone is willing to risk his life. As long as it is for grandpa, I should support him. This is my responsibility."

If you are a big boss, you must support your brothers.

As the boss, you must support all your brothers!
Jiang Hao worriedly said, "After we take over the territory in Mong Kok, should we open another gang? By then, Lao Mo and his gang will have four gangs."

"Brother Tang, I'm afraid some people will be unwilling to accept this."

Ah Le said indignantly: "What are you afraid of? Anyone who dares to mess around will be chopped up and fed to the dogs."

"But why not set up a service company, package the newly planned valet parking as a company, and share the profits with Lao Mo in proportion."

Zuoshou was smart and said, "Brother Tang will be in power in a year or two. If it goes into the hall's account, won't it end up in our pockets?"

"Grandpa is a fat cat now, he will be our Tang Ge in the future."

In the underworld, Grandpa never refers to a person, but to "public affairs". Zuo Shou, A Le, and Jiang Hao of the "company" never say that they work for "Grandpa", and the low-level thugs can never even see Grandpa.

Young and Dangerous only follow the big guys and work for them.

People who can say that they work for "Grandpa" are usually trying to raise their status, follow the rules, and take advantage of the name.

The brothers each had their own considerations, but from different perspectives, and no one understood the pressure he faced.

This time when Lao Mo came out to take the lead, he must have been affected by the municipal planning first. If the Yau Ma Tei gang is not promoted, it will be easy for others to step in.

Second, he might have been instigated by Guangzai and Jie Shiyong.

After all, Guangzai, Jie Shiyong and Lao Mo are all considered the "young and strong generation". Normally speaking, when the uncle of Fat Cat's generation retires, the next chairman should be chosen from among the three.

The "young and strong" group headed by Yin Zhaotang is more powerful than the old ones, and has taken over the positions of the three people. The three people have nothing to say. However, the young and strong group cannot retire directly. It is the instinct of the group to seize the opportunity to strengthen its strength.

From Grandpa’s perspective, Fat Cat only appreciates people who can lead the club to success and he attaches great importance to rules.

Because "rules" are the most powerful weapon in the hands of our uncles.

Yin Zhaotang is about to become the one who enforces the rules. Respecting the rules and taking responsibility is the last hurdle for Fat Cat. As long as he can comprehend it, there is no way he can stop Lao Mo. Fat Cat can do Lao Mo a favor, and after retirement, he will not have to worry about being ignored.

Yin Zhaotang had an epiphany and decided to go along and experience what it was like to be a "grandfather".

Half a month later.

Wing Cheong Building, Canton Road, Yau Ma Tei.

As a thirteen-story commercial building, it houses many insurance companies and financial companies.

Pushing open the door and entering the elevator hall, there are three signboards hanging on the left wall, with signs of more than forty companies.

From morning to night, there is a constant stream of people entering the building every day, but the building only has one underground parking lot with less than a hundred parking spaces.

In response to citizen demands, the municipal government added 120 timed parking spaces on both sides of the street in front of the building.

The fat corpse of Lao Zhong wearing straw sandals was sitting in the security post inside the building, chewing gum and playing cards with two of his henchmen.

Parking attendants carrying buckets and feather dusters come and go, hand over the collected parking fees to the club, and receive a blue chip.

In addition to a fixed salary, parking attendants can get a chip for each car they park.

When salaries are paid at the end of the month, each chip is worth ten Hong Kong dollars.

Every one or two years, there would be thugs who counterfeited chips and had their hands and feet broken.

Helping car owners clean their front windshields is a "free service" provided by Lao Zhong, which is definitely worth the HK$200 that car owners paid.

Suddenly, a red Porsche jumped out of the street corner and stopped next to the parking space at the intersection.

A gangster wearing a baseball cap and a baseball uniform got down from the passenger seat, kicked the ice cream cone occupying the parking space more than ten meters away, and directed the Porsche to park in the parking space.

Five or six loyal men who were sitting on plastic stools and guarding the parking spaces suddenly stood up and put down the buckets, feather dusters, brushes and other tools in their hands.

They picked up the iron bars and steel pipes behind the door and rushed forward to surround the boy in baseball uniform.

After a round of shouting, cursing and shoving, the famous Shuifang celebrity Blind Heng, wearing sunglasses and a colorful racing suit, gently pushed open the door of the sports car.

He said in a very disdainful tone: "Qing Buliang, give two hundred yuan to Lao Zhong's brother, and this parking space belongs to me!"

The fat corpse swaggered along the sidewalk with more than fifty people. From a distance of seven or eight meters, he threw the iron rod in his hand and smashed it at the red Porsche in the parking space.

Ouch!
Hit the target's rear window.

The fat corpse glared at Blind Heng who turned back and said, "Fuck your mother. You are wearing sunglasses on such a cloudy day. You are really blind. You can't see whose territory this is!"

Blind Heng took off his sunglasses, glanced at the damaged car, and pointed at the fat corpse's chest with a ferocious look on his face: "Count to ten, kneel down and apologize."

"Otherwise, I will break your legs and sweep the whole street with you today."

The fat corpse was prepared. He took out the switchblade from his waist and thrust it forward: "Puff!"

The white knife goes in and the red knife comes out.

(End of this chapter)