Chapter 299 Send You Wealth
Chapter 299 Send You Wealth
A night market stall selling beef balls in Temple Street, Yau Ma Tei.
The cowboy sat on a bench, eating beef balls with his head down, and there were two painters who worked at the Yulang Agency beside him.
The artist on the left, with dyed yellow hair and a silver ring on his hand, said nonchalantly: "91 Magazine is a big company. We came to Mr. Huang to seek cooperation, but Mr. Huang refused."
On the right, a colleague wearing a wool sweater and a side-parted hairstyle put down his soup bowl, chewed a beef ball, and gloated, "It doesn't matter whether we cooperate or not."
"It's really heartless to tie up Cowboy Brother and not let him go to a big company. Don't look at who is behind 91 Company. Huang, be careful to be killed."
The yellow-haired painter nodded: "Yes, 91 Company is willing to pay the penalty and cover it. Boss Huang is really unkind."
The cowboy threw away his cigarette in an upset state, put his hands in his pockets and said, "I'll let the water go, wait for me."
I don't know whether the two colleagues felt sorry for him or were just being sarcastic, but in any case, no one would feel happy about losing an opportunity for promotion.
The cowboy went around to the alley behind the market, quietly drained his urine, pulled up his trousers, and returned to the stall selling Chaoshan beef balls.
In the crowded night market street, a large open space suddenly appeared.
More than thirty gangsters wearing black training clothes with the word "loyalty" tattooed on the chest of their clothes and holding steel knives have surrounded the beef ball stall.
The two colleagues were sitting on stools, with sad faces and shivering, with a steel knife on each of their necks and shoulders.
The painter with dyed yellow hair saw the cowboy coming back and quickly pointed at him and yelled, "He is a cowboy!"
The cowboy's eyes widened with fear, and he turned around and tried to run, but his legs were too weak to walk.
Silly Hui put one foot on the tabletop, holding the Black Star in his right hand and resting it on his leg, and said with disdain, "Run? No matter how fast you run, can you outrun a bullet?"
"How stupid."
Two loyal men squatting at the intersection stood up, held the cowboy's arms, and walked out of Temple Street. A group of thugs armed with sticks and machetes rushed down from the market building. The leader raised a knife and cursed: "Who dares to come to my place to cause trouble? Who is this person?"
Silly Hui raised his gun and said arrogantly: "Lao Zhong, take one person with you. If you take two more steps forward, you won't be able to do business tonight."
"Fuck, you're trying to scare me, Mr. Zhong?" The No. 1 Gang member Cao Xie Lan Ming Hua put away his knife, took two steps back, and said loudly, "Which gang is Lao Zhong from?"
"I'm Shahui, go ask which gang I belong to!" Shahui shouted.
Lan Minghua lowered his head and whispered a few words to his brothers. After learning about Sha Hui's identity, he waved his hand and asked the brothers to make way: "I'll give Brother Tang a favor. Remember to say hello next time you come."
Sha Hui put his gun behind his waist, brushed past Lan Minghua, and said sincerely: "Thank you!"
The cowboy was dragged out of Temple Street by his brothers. When he was about to be pushed onto the cart, he actually used his feet to push against the wheel. He rolled on the ground and begged, "I don't want to get on the cart, boss, please don't pull me on the cart."
The work "Little Rascals" that he co-edited and drew with his boss "Huang Yulang" is the best-selling comic in Hong Kong Island. Through being influenced by them, he has learned some rules of the underworld.
Images of the body being chopped up and fed to dogs, sacked and sunk into ponds, cement being mixed, and thrown into the sea for filling kept appearing in my mind, and I cried out in fear.
If the group of people really came to do something, just give them a knife and they can easily be pushed into the car.
The boss told us to be polite, it's really hard to see blood.
Silly Hui could only stuff the barrel of the gun into the cowboy's mouth, tilted his head, and asked in confusion: "My boss wants to give you wealth, but you are not happy?"
“Mmmm,” the cowboy bit the muzzle of the gun, tears in his eyes, and shook his head frantically.
Sha Hui pulled out his gun and gave the order: "Push forward!"
The cowboy was pushed into the back seat of a van by his brothers. He found a familiar person sitting next to him and exclaimed in surprise, "Master!"
Huang Yulang had a bitter look on his face and said in a sad voice: "Cowboy, bad luck." Shanghai Street, 91 Magazine Company.
Huapi pushed open the door and said, "Boss, someone is coming."
"Ask them in." Yin Zhaotang sat in the office chair and put a copy of "Jin Bao" on the table.
Shahui brought Huang Yulang and Cowboy into the house. Cowboy had tear marks on his face and his eyes were red and swollen, obviously he had been crying.
Huang Yulang looked better, but his lower body was wrapped in a bathrobe with the name of Yinghao Hotel written on it.
I don’t know if he is in good health.
Huang Yulang trembled, bowed and said: "Brother Tang, my family boss is the bull shit of the number gang."
"Oh?"
"If you know how to fight with me, we are all brothers of the Hongmen." Yin Zhaotang opened a box of Marlboro, stood up and walked in front of Huang Yulang, opened the lid and handed it to him.
Huang Yulang took the cigarette carefully: "When you go out to do things, it is inevitable to run into trouble. It is easier to save effort and worry if someone takes care of you. I am a paintbrush holder, not a knife or gun. If I have offended Brother Tang, I hope Brother Tang will give me a chance."
Yin Zhaotang took back the cigarette box and suddenly asked, "I gave you a chance to be rich and powerful, but you don't want it. What do you want? Do you want to go against me?"
Huang Yulang was so scared that his face turned pale. He dropped his cigarette, knelt on his knees, and shouted: "Brother Tang, he is just a comic apprentice. I will give you five or ten of them. But Editor-in-Chief Ma didn't say that he was the one you wanted, so I thought it was..."
Yin Zhaotang was amused: "I thought it was Mr. Ma who was trying to poach me and do some private work?"
Huang Yulang nodded hurriedly as if he had grabbed a life-saving straw: "Yes, I was wrong."
Yin Zhaotang was a little drunk, so he kicked him and said, "Boss Ma is my man. If he wants to poach you, can't he do that?"
Huang Yulang said: "Yes, yes, yes."
"That's right, you bastard. How dare you insult me when you were in Hongmen? Fortunately, Mr. Ma is not from Lao Zhong Shanmen. Otherwise, you would have to lie down and leave tonight."
"Pick up the cigarette!" Yin Zhaotang sat back in his office chair and crossed his legs.
Huang Yulang picked up the cigarette, carefully smoothed out the wrinkles with his hands, and put it in his mouth. He had no lighter, so Huapi threw a lighter to him.
Yin Zhaotang said, "I want to ask you for a few people to start a comic magazine company, which will be a branch of 91. Will Mr. Huang support me?"
Huang Yulang held the lighter and said, "Hold on, I will hold on till the end!"
It was clearly his own flesh that was being cut, but he acted as if he had no choice but to do it.
"Okay, Cowboy, call a few helpers and report to 91 Magazine tomorrow. President Ma will arrange for you to start work and set up a special comics company."
"I'll pay for the publication, and you'll just be in charge of the painting. Your monthly salary will be 7,000 yuan, plus 10% of the profits. Is that okay?"
Ten percent is the standard profit sharing rate in the publishing industry, and only best-selling cartoonists and writers can enjoy this treatment.
The cowboy was at most a "contract worker" in the Yulang organization, just learning production from the boss. Suddenly, he turned from a sparrow into a phoenix, and said ecstatically: "Thank you, Mr. Yin, I will definitely work hard."
Yin Zhaotang shook his head and said, "It's getting late, Huapi, arrange a car to take them back."
Huapi bowed and agreed, "Yes, sir."
(End of this chapter)