Chapter 289 3 Mountain Deputy Commander
Chapter 289: Sanshan Deputy Commander
After the meeting, Yin Zhaotang chatted with his grandfather for a while.
Grandpa has no intention of letting Shenxianjin go.
I decided to pay out of my own pocket and use the one million that I had saved for secret expenses.
Atang was very confused. Why would anyone spend his own money to run a company?
Grandpa smiled bitterly and shook his head: "I was the one who was kidnapped, so I should pay for it myself. I'm just venting my anger, there's no need to be so picky."
"If you continue to spend the money in the company's account, my uncles will be dissatisfied."
Yin Zhaotang suddenly realized: "Grandpa, you are so easy to talk to."
Fat Cat shook his head: "We have been brothers for decades, we should be considerate of each other."
It is extremely difficult for a society to unite as one in times of crisis and work together. Don't expect them to be humble to each other when it comes to rewarding each other after victory.
They are just gangsters. It's considered well-mannered if they don't fight.
After walking out of the restaurant, Wang Zhijun, who had been waiting at the door for a long time, came forward with a few brothers and bowed: "Brother Tang, Brother Tang!"
"Da Jun, you really made me proud. Manage Tsim Sha Tsui East well and don't let people underestimate you." Yin Zhaotang patted him on the shoulder and praised him.
Wang Zhijun handed over a cigarette, helped to light it, and said respectfully: "We brothers were able to take root in Hong Kong Island and have the wealth we have today, all thanks to the support of the leader."
"We are all family, don't be polite. Are you waiting for me for something?" Yin Zhaotang looked puzzled.
Wang Zhijun asked cautiously, "Dragon Head, can I recruit mainlanders to join the company in Tsim Sha Tsui?"
"The society has no rules and cannot recruit people from the mainland."
"Tsim Sha Tsui is a place of heroes and money. As long as you can run the business well and help the company make money, it doesn't matter who you hire." Yin Zhaotang held a cigarette in his hand and said in a gentle and confident tone, "You have been with me for more than a year. I hope you have learned something."
Wang Zhijun breathed a sigh of relief and said with gratitude: "Dragon Head, I know what to do."
"But I don't have many brothers under me, and Wansheng and his men don't know how to count. Longtou, can you send a few people who know how to do accounting to help me take care of the accounts of the lower hall?"
Yin Zhaotang shook his head: "You can find someone yourself. I won't do it for you."
In Tsim Sha Tsui East, the Red Stick, White Paper Fan, and Straw Sandals businesses each managed a stall. Among them, Wang Zhijun managed the entertainment industry, Bao C managed the underground casino and financial company, and Vitiligo managed the valet parking.
Since Zhongyitang only took over three streets and did not drive out all the water houses, its influence in Tsim Sha Tsui East was not very large, so it had to rely on talents to slowly operate.
Wang Zhijun was not necessarily good at management, and asking the boss for help was a sign of giving up power. Yin Zhaotang disagreed and wanted to fully train Wang Zhijun.
Seeing that Wang Zhijun wanted to speak, he said seriously: "This is an order, army!"
"Yes!"
"I will obey your orders absolutely." Dajun and Wansheng stood at attention and saluted. As for whether Dajun's recruitment of Daquanzi would attract special agents from the mainland.
This caused dissatisfaction among the Big Circle Gang and malice among local gangs.
These were not within his consideration.
It has always been a development trend for Hong Kong community groups to introduce talents from the mainland.
Shouldn't we take advantage of the 1980s to recruit more strong men from the mainland, and wait for Millennium and other countries to snatch South Africans away?
After the 1990s, the new town plan in Hong Kong Island achieved initial success, the social environment improved, more grassroots resources became available, and with rapid economic growth, there was naturally a lack of new blood in the market.
The talented people in the big circle all went back to the mainland to make a living, leaving only Southeast Asians and South Africans in Hong Kong Island, who joined the community to do the dirty and tiring work.
For a society, having needles from the police force is not powerful enough. Only when it has needles from the mainland can it be called big!
Yin Zhaotang held a cigarette in his mouth and turned to get on the Rolls-Royce. He crossed his legs with his left hand, sat in the car, sipped his soda and smiled, "Boss, the army is here to show their loyalty?"
Yin Zhaotang sat in the driveway: "The army is still very polite."
Zuoshou said, "I have informed Councillor Hu, and he will contact the organizations that need donations."
Yin Zhaotang is now busy offering thanks to the gods. The conditions for offering thanks to the gods of Yong Ziyun are not difficult, just donate ten public welfare buildings. If you want to be lazy, you can choose ten primary schools in housing estates at once and donate a school building to each one. You can also learn from the loyal Hong Kong businessmen and donate school buildings or public toilets in the mainland.
But Yin Zhaotang did not act perfunctorily. Firstly, he felt that he was not being attentive and was sorry to Master Guan. Secondly, he felt that the donation should be given to those in need.
The housing estate primary school needs school buildings, and you will be grateful if you donate school buildings. The mainland needs you to show loyalty, and you will be recognized if you show loyalty.
Donate what people don’t need, and help those who don’t need it most.
Isn't this a waste of time?
Yin Zhaotang decided to ask Hu Bochao to come forward and ask various sectors in Hong Kong Island whether there were any public welfare construction projects that urgently needed fundraising, whether it was a school building, a church, or a toilet.
If it’s expensive, just donate one building; if it’s cheap, donate more. The approximate budget is HK$1.3 million, and you only need to donate ten buildings.
Wu Bochao is the licensee of the "Retired Police Officers Care Public Fund" and as a district councilor, it is easy for him to find public welfare projects.
Following the boss's instructions, Zuoshou registered a "Renxin Children's Education Care Fund", an "Anglican Children's Relief Charity Fund", and a "Renxin Medical Care Fund".
Two of the benevolent funds are registered under Yin Zhaotang’s name, and the Anglican Children’s Charity Fund is registered under Zhou Huimin’s name.
In the future, if there is a need for donations to pay tribute to the gods or fulfill vows, it can be channeled through several foundations. It is legal and compliant, and you can also earn some benefits.
"Well, Huimin and I will go to the Anglican Church to see the children tomorrow. Please help me buy some small gifts at the market." Yin Zhaotang said.
Zuo Shou opened his mouth and responded, "Got it, boss."
The dragon-headed stick in Fat Cat's hand first stretched out of the car door and fell to the ground. Then, with his fat body weighing more than 200 pounds, he slowly walked out of the car.
Zhongyixin's boss Lu Qingdong rushed before the driver "Xiangzi" to support Fat Cat's right arm and said with concern: "Uncle Cat, are you okay?"
"It's always been good." Fat Cat said happily.
Liang Jiacong, the leader of the Zhongyi Group, held his left arm and said, "Uncle Mao, you are old now and your body can't stand the wind and waves. You should rest for a while."
Fat Cat shook off the two men's arms and suddenly strode forward: "A little wind and a little wave, what's that? When I was young, I could kill those stupid thieves by myself."
Lu Qingdong was surprised at Uncle Mao's temper and turned to look at Liang Jiacong, whose eyes were also full of confusion.
Xiangzi is a newcomer sent by the Criminal Court, and he follows Grandpa silently.
After visiting the Dasheng Temple, Fat Cat and the two masters went to the Chenghuang Temple and Guanyin Temple next door. While Xiangzai was in the bathroom, Liang Jiacong asked, "Uncle Cat, are you in a bad mood?"
Fat Cat looked at the newly renovated Guanyin Temple, pounded the dragon head stick in his hand, and said unhappily: "One head, two masters, who will be in a good mood?"
Liang Jiacong's expression suddenly changed, and he said in surprise: "Isn't this what you and Atang agreed on?"
"Uncle Mao, Atang saved you, he can't have any ulterior motives," Lu Qingdong looked suspicious.
Fat Cat was the one with ulterior motives, pretending to be angry: "I am just inferior to others, so I have to bow my head. My brothers don't obey me, they obey Atang more."
"If I can't give Atang a decent position, I'm afraid Lao Zhong will be restless."
Lu Qingdong was very puzzled: "Atang is already the second marshal. In addition to Lao Zhong's position as the chief, why is there another position for him?"
Liang Jiacong looked at Fatty Cat: "Uncle Cat?"
Fat Cat sighed: "I want to make him the deputy commander of Sanshan. It's just an empty title to appease people's hearts temporarily. I wonder if you two agree with it."
"Don't worry. In a few years, I will be really old, and Atang will be the leader sooner or later. Then I will naturally resign from the position of deputy commander of Sanshan. However, I have to save more for my pension in these few years."
"Alas, you are all the leaders. The last incident happened suddenly, so some things are inconvenient to do."
(End of this chapter)