Chapter 320: Sword Pointing to Saigon Street

Lao Mo had just won a parking space newly planned by the Municipal Bureau. He was full and had no intention of joining the battle. He stood up and shouted, "Ah Hao, the society fights dozens of battles a year. The brothers have fought their lives and have not had time to enjoy themselves. Now we have to fight again. Take it easy!"

Jie Shiyong flicked off the ash from his cigarette, and with a wrinkled face, he nodded in agreement and said, "Ah Hao, when you're out there making money is your first priority."

"The club is so prosperous, and it's time for the brothers to have a good life. Aren't you happy?"

Chukouqiang, Guangzai, Yaohui, Pachewei and others all nodded slowly.

Feiying slapped the table, stood up, rolled up the left sleeve of his flowered shirt, revealing two hideous scars on his upper arms, and said, "The club is prosperous today, but it was won by fighting. If we can't fight, how can it be prosperous?"

"In a company meeting, chatting about everything, will people give up their territory?"

"Impossible, Brother Yong!"

Jie Shiyong looked unhappy and cursed, "What's the point of picking that star? We can't fight?"

The Zhazhi people were noisy and chattering, and were mainly divided into two factions.

One faction is the flag-planting faction headed by Jiang Hao, who are very arrogant and want to plant a flag in Temple Street. The other faction is the business faction led by Lao Mo and Jie Shiyong, who advocate deep cultivation of the territory in their hands, running businesses, making money and supporting the army.

It seems to be a disagreement between the young and middle-aged groups, but in fact, among the young and middle-aged groups, some people also expressed support for planting a flag, and among the young and middle-aged groups, quite a number of people support deepening the cultivation of the territory in their hands.

This is a conflict between the big guys and the thugs, a disagreement between the vested interests and the poor.

It has nothing to do with the hall or qualifications, it only has to do with one's own status.

Zuo Shou angrily scolded Jiang Hao at the meeting: "The boss is being closely watched by the foreigners, and you are still making trouble on the 1st, 3rd and 5th, and showing off your horses on the 2nd, 4th and 6th. Be careful not to cause trouble for the boss."

Jiang Hao was dissatisfied and complained: "There are so many societies in Hong Kong that have planted flags in Temple Street, how can we be missing one? If we don't plant our flag in Temple Street, we will only have the territory of Yau Tsim Mong, and outsiders will laugh at us Lao Zhong for picking on the weak."

Da Pao advised: "Brother Hao, none of the gangs that set up their flags in Temple Street are easy to mess with. Lao Zhong is a fighter, but Lao Zhong is not invincible."

Yin Zhaotang tapped the table with his fingers, his face thoughtful, and asked, "Ah Hao, how many people do you have?"

"Boss, the Jordan gang can provide 270 thugs, 710 four-nines, and 1,300 blue lanterns in total," Jiang Hao replied.

If all 1,300 people were put on the line, it would be enough to plant a flag in Temple Street, but apart from the good name, there would be no reward to speak of.

First of all, the entertainment industry in Temple Street is entirely in the hands of big names such as Sun Kee, Haohaobang and Shenghe.

The night market area is equally divided among Haohaobang, Shenghe and Xinji.

The small businesses are billiard halls, convenience stores, tea restaurants, and fish ball stalls.

Secondly, all the gang leaders in Kowloon attach great importance to their territory in Temple Street. Going to Temple Street to pull down the flag is equivalent to smashing someone's signboard and sweeping out their place, and the entire gang will come out to fight.

The Chaozhou Gang's God of War must be very powerful, and the small-time gang members are even more afraid of Lao Zhong's revenge. There is nothing wrong with fighting and talking and raising a flag.

But Lao Zhong is no longer the same as he used to be. Winning a game won’t bring him much success, and losing a game won’t ruin his reputation.

If we calculate the brothers’ medicine expenses and appearance fees, the society will spend one or two million to set up a few small venues.

The thugs who are out to do what they want and the notorious scoundrels who are good at reaping the benefits, in the end it is the company that has to pay the bill.

The Jordan Hall thugs are the foundation for him to command the seven major halls. Any loss would be a loss. It would be foolish to damage the foundation because of a momentary impulse.

But since Jiang Hao had made the request, it proved that his thugs were eager to try. The expansion of the society was based on fists, and it happened frequently that the gang became famous in one battle and became rich overnight.

In addition, every time the hall was opened, many thugs came to join in. The thugs were only looking for a future, and since they had no chance to get ahead, they all wanted to create opportunities.

If you suppress the brothers and don't let them come forward, either the thugs will leave one after another, or the gang will split, and the evil 49 will definitely rebel. Ignoring the demands of the brothers, blindly suppressing them, or letting the thugs go, are not in line with Lao Zhong's reality. Some things are not easy to say openly.

Fat Cat waved his sleeves, signaling Lao Mo and the others to shut up, and looked at Yin Zhaotang. Among the twenty or so Zhazhi people present, only Shenxian Tang could suppress Zhan Shenhao.

No matter how fierce the quarrel was in front, it was just the habit of the gangsters holding meetings.

There is only one person who can really decide the major events of the society, but making decisions is an art. Yin Zhaotang even saw a hint of expectation in his grandfather's eyes.

Every disagreement is a test for the brothers to communicate with each other.

Yin Zhaotang pondered for a long time, drank a cup of tea, and said, "It's a fight to the death. Planting a flag on Temple Street doesn't know whether it's profitable or not. It's better to lead the Chaozhou gang, clean up Saigon Street, and run your own night market street."

Lao Mo was listening attentively with his ears perked up. Suddenly, his face froze and he asked in confusion, "Longtou, when did someone say they were going to hit Saigon Street?"

Street Market Yong runs a construction business and knows more about street market planning. He asked in astonishment, "Mr. Yin, do you mean to take Zhongyi Group and Zhongyi Xin to attack Sai Kung Street together?"

Bai Zhishan clenched his fists and said, "Yes, the Hong Kong government just completed the renovation of Sai Kung Street last month. Sai Kung Street is less than 200 meters away from Temple Street. Customers from the night market often go shopping and strolling and walk to Sai Kung Street."

"During the two years of renovation and reconstruction, many clubs withdrew from Saigon Street. Now there are only a few clubs on Saigon Street. We took this opportunity to make a big move, make Saigon Street uniform and create our own night market street!"

This Sai Kung Street is located in Yau Ma Tei, which is different from the Sai Kung Peninsula under Ma On Shan. It is close to Temple Street, making it a very suitable "extended section" of the night market.

In fact, night markets with booming business will continue to "extend".

This is the case with Shilin Night Market and Temple Street Night Market.

If the extended night market has a reasonable layout and rich business types, it will enhance the fun of the visit and attract more tourists.

A rich variety of business formats requires good economic indicators, just as a small city cannot produce a super-large shopping mall. Super-large shopping malls will attract the middle class in small cities to consume.

Historically, Saigon Street was an extension of the Temple Street Night Market, with many food stalls, fruit shops, chess and card rooms, clothing stores and horse stables.

Saigon Street has just been renovated, with the road widened, houses renovated, and a state-of-the-art in-building parking lot built.

There is a foundation for building a night market brand.

Lao Mo was the head of the Yau Ma Tei club. He used to eat at Sai Kung Street and knew the situation on the street. He smoked a cigarette, his eyes lit up, and asked, "Longtou, have you been eyeing Sai Kung Street for a long time?"

Yin Zhaotang shook his head slowly and chuckled, "I rarely even go to Temple Street Night Market, so why did I notice Saigon Street? It's Dong Ge from Zhongyi Xin, who used to have a site on Saigon Street."

"He came to talk to me and wanted to use the loyal character on his name. I had been thinking about this before. If the brothers in the gang wanted to take the position, I couldn't stop them. The water in Temple Street is muddy, but the water in Sai Kung is clear, which is just right for the gang to run."

Fat Cat nodded with approval and said, "Saigon Street has not been developed yet, so no big players will bet big. Ah Tong, I support you in making Saigon a place with only loyal characters."

The fighters risk their lives, while the bosses eat their brains.

It will guide differences, divert conflicts, and Shenxiantang will become more and more talkative.

After the meeting.

Fat Cat said to Tall Sen, "I'm afraid Atang will use this opportunity to interfere with the personnel arrangements of the Loyalty Group and the Loyalty Letter. In a few years, the two societies will be broken up invisibly."

Gao Laosen nodded: "They can't refuse it yet. The temptation of a night market street must play by Atang's rules."

"What a great skill!"

(End of this chapter)

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