Chapter 322 If we are not friends, we are enemies!

Chapter 322 If we are not friends, we are enemies!

Chapter 322 If we are not friends, we are enemies!
6:13, Chengji Seafood Restaurant.

A circle of light strips was hung on the top of the plastic shed, shining brightly.

A rectangular signboard stands at the door, with the words "Seafood", "Raw and Marinated Food", and "Food Stall" written on it.

Two freezers were placed at the door. The waiter was holding a pen and paper, looking at the dishes and taking orders, choosing fish and shrimps, weighing them by pound, and cooking with the stove on.

The chef added the ingredients with his spoon, the iron pot sizzled and the aroma wafted outside the stall.

The iron pan was stir-fried again, making a clanging sound, attracting the attention of many citizens. The aroma of the food made people salivate and their appetite increased greatly. However, a paper sheet was hung at the door of the stall, which read: Today is the only day, no entry without permission.

In the restaurant that can accommodate eight or nine tables, there are only three round tables, which are sparsely populated with about a dozen people sitting on them.

Tietou, the owner of Heshengxing, just got off the car on the street when he ran into Ma Lianqing, the owner of Hetongxing. He quickly stepped forward, grabbed him and said, "Lao Qing, you are well-informed. Tell me what is going on in Saigon Night Market?"

Ma Lianqing was in his early 40s, with dark spots all over his left face. He was thin and wore a grey gown. He responded in a shrewd tone, "I asked my friend in the Municipal Council. According to the latest plan, the Hong Kong government may want to carry out a large-scale development of Sai Kung Street."

Tietou looked excited, clenched his fists, and said excitedly: "There really is a new plan. Saigon Street is going to be transformed from a sparrow into a phoenix!"

Ma Lianqing said: "Hurry up and go in. Don't be the last one."

The two of them hurried into the restaurant, found a seat and sat down. As soon as they sat down, they started whispering with other big guys.

There were more than twenty cars parked outside the street, with more than a dozen brothers from the Xing Hall and a dozen drivers brought by the boss, a total of more than thirty people standing guard.

Sha Hui took two packs of Marlboro cigarettes and gave one pack to each of the brothers guarding the gate.

Liang Jiacong from the Zhongyi Group lifted up the sleeves of his suit, glanced at his watch, and said, "Mr. Yin, it's time."

"Notify the kitchen to serve the food." Yin Zhaotang said.

Liang Jiacong winked at his younger brother, and someone immediately went to make arrangements. Zhongyixin's chief Lu Qingdong returned to the main table, put down his wine glass, and reported: "Mr. Yin, only the chief of the sixteenth room has arrived."

In the stall, many familiar faces were already drinking with cold dishes and marinated platters. Lu Qingdong warmed up the place and entertained them, and counted the number of people.

"We're just halfway through, and it looks like there are a lot of people who are unwilling to give face to Zhongji." Yin Zhaotang sneered.

He raised his glass, stood up and said, "Uncle Qing, Uncle Shan, all the seniors in the underworld, all the big guys, are Ah Tong's elders. I, Ah Tong, have only been in Yau Tsim Mong for a few years, and some of my uncles have been in Yau Tsim Mong for a while, and they are older than me."

"If you can give me, Atang, a favor by coming to have a meal with me, I'll toast to you all first."

The strength of the sixteen people here is very average.

Seven are prefixed with "He", three are prefixed with "Dong", three are small character piles of the number gang, and there is also the prefix "Xi" of the Xijiang School of Guangdong Province.

A sunset prefix that is rarely heard by young people.

The average number of members in a society is around a thousand, with about a hundred people in each group. The smallest group, called Xi Lian Tang, only has three shops on Sai Kung Street.

There are two hundred people in the club.

These guys have little reputation in the underworld, and when they received the invitation personally delivered by the God of War of the Chaozhou Gang, they were not capable of humiliating Chaozhou Zhongji.

Not only did they come obediently, they were also prepared for Zhongji to intervene in Saigon Street. Zhongyixin has been rooted in Saigon for many years, and Lao Zhong's sudden emergence must have some ulterior motive.

The other members of the hall looked at the young junior in a suit and tie, and they felt mixed emotions, but they all showed respect and stood up to greet him, "Mr. Yin, you're welcome."

"Who in the Jianghu has not heard of the name of Shenxiantang? It is our honor to drink with Mr. Yin."

“Zhongji is at its peak!”

There were scattered words of flattery, but none of the three tables were full, so it felt a bit deserted and lonely.

Yin Zhaotang finished a glass of wine and said, "You may have heard that the Municipal Council recently approved a development plan for the Saigon Street Night Market. Today, I called you all here to discuss the future development of the Saigon Night Market."

"I am a businessman. I don't like fighting and killing. I just want to work with you to make Yuan Zai Tang bigger and rounder, and turn Sai Kung Street into the second Temple Street."

"Anyone here who is interested can participate and take a look at the project book first."

With his left hand, he handed out the "Saigon Night Market Project Plan" with the ink still warm on it to everyone. The cover was a color photo of the Taipei Night Market.

The scenery in the photo is brightly lit, prosperous and full of the atmosphere of human life.
The content of the plan is only three pages, which gives a general idea of ​​the project, mainly stating that the night market has been handed over to "Zhongyi Night Market Property" by the Municipal Council for full development.

The leaders present here are not fools. Even the smallest ones are full of power struggles and profit games. The shrewdness and experience honed in the ups and downs of the world can already smell the pungent smell of blood in every line of the plan.

He Shengxing closed the project book with an unhappy look on his face, and shouted loudly: "Ah Tang, the night market plan looks good, but the Municipal Bureau has handed it over to you. You don't need us to make dumplings, what do you want us to do? Help you clean the streets and carry away the kitchen waste!"

All the big guys in the underworld know that Saigon Street is in a prime location and is very suitable for holding a night market and taking over the popularity of Temple Street. There is a chance that it can be turned into a second night market.

If this is a project funded by the Hong Kong government, more than 20 social groups will have to fight each other to occupy a piece of land. Several sunset companies on the verge of delisting may be able to keep their brands and develop with the prosperity of the Sai Kung Night Market plan.

But since Zhongji is the sole proprietor of the night market, it goes without saying that they will not be given a chance. From a legal perspective, the night market belongs to Lao Zhong, and Lao Zhong has a strong fist, so he cannot resort to underworld tactics such as sweeping the market and harassing people. Everyone present could not imagine how Lao Zhong would play the game when he invited them to play Yuanzai Tang. When Jiang Hao sent them an invitation, they thought they were going to build the night market together with Lao Zhong and share the profits. Unexpectedly, Lao Zhong had already taken over the territory in one go, leaving no chance for everyone.

When a group of people are rolling balls, and someone can't think of where to start, then they are most likely the "ballad".

Such a shallow underworld principle, the bosses would not be unaware of it. Ma Lianqing, Shan Shu, Bo Zihua and others looked extremely unhappy. In fact, the bosses who did not attend the food stalls were the ones who were really well-informed.

After learning that Chung Kee would develop Saigon Night Market on its own, tonight's drinking party was doomed to be a bad one.

As for the societies that did not come, there are small groups of members of the Number Gang and branches of the “Four Major Companies”, all of which are slightly stronger than those present here.

Liang Jiacong stood up and said, "Tietou, since Yin Sheng asked you to come, he won't let you go back empty-handed!"

Tietou sneered: "Oh, I also want to see how generous Shenxiantang is and how he plans to help us seniors get rich."

He Shengxing was quite powerful, with more than 1,700 people, and had high expectations. But now that he found the situation was not right, the gap was even bigger, and he was angry, and began to speak in the tone of the representatives present.

Yin Zhaotang said calmly, "I am willing to share the night market stalls with you, free of rent and property fees. But there is one condition. I would like to ask you to give up your stalls on Sai Kung Street. Each stall costs NT$50,000, which I will consider as my purchase."

"For every stall you sell to me, I'll give you a stall as a gift. Let's make money together and make money together. The first person who agrees to sell will get another stall as a gift."

Sai Kung Street has just been renovated. Excluding convenience stores, fruit shops, etc., there are only about seventy or so venues involved in triad operations.

Mainly bars, dance halls, and stables.

There are also several underground gambling dens, financial companies, pawn shops, etc.

If the Saigon Night Market can develop, the monthly income of a stall will not necessarily be lower than that of a whole market.

The transfer fee of 50,000 yuan is more like a red envelope than a purchase of land, politely asking the big guys to leave. You know, after the renovation and reconstruction of Sai Kung Street, the roads are better and the buildings are newer, but the popularity has not yet reunited.

The big players all withdrew gradually in the first few years of construction, and the remaining small players were barely able to operate and did not make much money.

Now is the window period when small players gather together and big players have not yet returned, so it is normal for big players to try to break in.

Lao Zhong is qualified to be the tiger descending from the mountain!
Unlike what everyone had guessed, he would be skinned alive, but Lao Zhong actually responded by inviting them to develop Saigon Street together.

Tietou was speechless for a moment and fell into deep thought.

Ma Lianqing asked: "Ah Tang, are you going to beat up all the streets of Sai Kung?"

Uncle Shan shouted, "You said you wanted to waive the rent, but how can you guarantee that? It's waived in the first year, but not in the second year, what can we do?"

Yin Zhaotang assured: "Don't worry, uncles. The night market company is officially registered. Just sign the contract. At worst, you can sue me."

“I want to make it clear to everyone that the night market project requires an investment of several million dollars. I cannot start the project unless I make Saigon Street uniform.”

"All right, I'm not trying to drive you away. I, Atang, am not that overbearing. I just ask you to give up your underworld business. I'll send my brothers to take over and you can earn legal money peacefully from now on. You can rent a stall or run it yourself. Either fight me or get involved with me. There is no other way."

Ma Lianqing was not convinced and said, "Giving two options is not overbearing?"

Tietou slammed the table and yelled, "No, the night market hasn't even started yet. No one can guess whether it will be prosperous or fail in the future."

"Now you're asking us to hand over the land in exchange for a few pages of waste paper and buy pre-sale properties? We are so stupid, what should we do if the project is left unfinished?"

The bigwigs present had already been tempted, and after hearing what was said, they all thought it was reasonable and voiced their support.

Lu Qingdong quickly chimed in: "You all don't know Yin Sheng's business ability. The project can't fail. Tietou, do you not believe in Yin Sheng?"

Tietou didn't dare to respond to such a pointed remark, and hurriedly shouted: "What's the point of me trusting Yin Sheng? There are more than just our group of people hanging around in Sai Kung Street. If others don't trust Yin Sheng, it's useless for us to trust him, Brother Dong!"

Lu Qingdong couldn't catch him, so he cursed inwardly, "Old Loach, what iron head? Just change your name to Slippery Head." At this moment, the competition between the two gangs was like a business negotiation.

It’s not that there is nothing to talk about, but everyone is fighting for the initiative.

Maybe if Shenxiantang made more concessions, some people would support it, but he felt that the conditions were sincere enough, so it was better to fight than to make concessions. Lao Zhong was eager to set a target, but Tie Guang regarded himself as the representative of the martial arts world and did not mention a word that he was against it.

Yin Zhaotang took out his cigar, turned on the lighter, took two puffs, raised his sleeves, glanced at his watch, and seeing that the time was almost up, he puffed out the smoke and waited for the result.

The verbal sparring between Lu Qingdong and Tietou on the field could not decide anything, but when Jiang Hao lifted the door curtain of the stall and kicked Lao Guang, the leader of the number gang "Ping Zi Dui", to the ground.

Everyone fell silent, their faces filled with horror.

Pingzidui is the most powerful small society in Saigon Street, with more than 2,000 people including the Blue Lanterns, and the name of the Number Gang. It is the most powerful in Saigon Street, and its absence from the banquet has already attracted everyone's imagination.

Yin Zhaotang stepped on Lao Guang's face, breaking everyone's illusions, and asked, "Who else is hanging around in Sai Kung Street? Is it this person? Sorry, in the future, only my people will hang around in Sai Kung Street. If you are not my friend, you are my enemy."

"If you are my enemy, I, Shenxiantang, will not show mercy. Ah Hao, do it!"

(End of this chapter)