Chapter 323 Thank you for your support

Chapter 323 Thank you for your support

Chapter 323 Thank you for your support
Jiang Hao, wearing a black training suit, pulled out the Gurkha knife from his waist, squatted down and cut into the Achilles tendon of Lao Guang's left foot.

"what!!!"

Lao Guang’s eyes bulged, he screamed, and struggled to escape, but his hands and feet were tied, like a fish on a chopping board.

In the kitchen, the chefs quickly looked away, not daring to look any longer for fear of getting into trouble.

Jiang Hao cut his right Achilles tendon with another knife and then severed his hand tendons.

"Brother Tang."

"Brother Tang, the divine Tang. I will cooperate, I will cooperate." Lao Guang's face was pale, sweat was pouring down his forehead, his breath was very weak, and he lay on the ground like a dead fish.

A gangster who is one of the most powerful and influential people in Saigon Street is just a piece of fish that can be slaughtered at will in front of the real gangster strongman.

The fact that they dared to tie him up and bring him to the scene, cutting off his hands and feet, proved that Lao Zhong had the guts to exterminate Ping Zidui.

Shenxiantang was not joking just now. There are only two paths in front of everyone.

When Lao Guang begged for mercy, Shen Xiantang gently raised his hand. Jiang Hao then put away the knife and called two loyal men to drag him away and bring him to the hospital.

Liang Jiacong raised his lips and said disdainfully: "You can't invite me with a visiting card, but you have to use a knife or a gun to invite me. Otherwise, if Yin Sheng was kind-hearted, he would have sunk you into the sea to feed the fish!"

Seeing the opportunity, Dashan quickly raised his hand and took the lead in calling out: "Mr. Yin, I support the development of Saigon Street. Let's work together to develop Saigon Street!"

Ma Lianqing was terrified, his teeth chattering: "Let's cooperate, work together, and make a big ball!"

"Tie it, tie it, make a big round ball, and get rich together."

"Mr. Yin is highly trusted by the people and is leading the development of Sai Kung Street. We all support him, right?" All the sixteen bosses changed their tune and agreed in unison.

Lu Qingdong sneered twice: "If you had supported me earlier, you would have saved yourself from bloodshed."

Yin Zhaotang struck while the iron was hot and called his left hand to him: "Send the cooperation agreement to all the uncles and ask them to sign the agreement."

"No problem, boss." He opened the briefcase with his left hand and handed out the agreement that had been drafted long ago. Several places on the agreement were blank, but the transfer fee and terms were clearly written.

The restaurant that receives the agreement has several venues. If it fills in the number, it will receive the corresponding transfer fee and free rent.

Of course, the transfer of the venue only refers to the management rights, not the property rights and title deeds.

There are a few gambling dens with a few Chinese characters on their names that own the properties. It is a joke to use 50,000 yuan to buy someone else's property.

Even if it is a self-owned property, in the future it will either be rented out to outsiders for regular business or handed over to Lao Zhong to manage.

Some clauses are not supported by the law, but they are protected by violence in the underworld. After a group of people sign their names, they have to accept them even if they have to hold their noses.

With my left hand, I gathered all the signed agreements and put them in my bag.

Yin Zhaotang received the look, raised his glass, and said loudly: "I, Atang, thank all the seniors in the martial arts world for their support. When doing business, the most important thing is trust."

"After signing these pages, we are all family, and family members must take care of each other. If anyone betrays me, stabs me in the back, and hinders the development of Saigon Night Market, I will be the first to collect his body."

"As the Marshal of Sanshan, gather the brothers from the three societies to fight him together. Beat him until he collapses without leaving any trace!"

Lu Qingdong immediately said: "I, Zhongyixin, fully support Yin Sheng!"

Liang Jiacong said: "My loyal group also fully supports it!"

Dashan, Ma Lianqing and others assured him, "Don't worry, Mr. Yin, we will recognize what we have signed. Saigon Night Market is everyone's source of wealth, and no one will dare to betray us."

"Don't say he is a traitor. If anyone outside wants to ruin the development of our Sai Kung Street, we will fight him."

Even if the opposition members such as Tietou signed the agreement, they had formed an alliance of interests with Yin Zhaotang.

Lao Zhong's method of clearing out small gangs on Sai Kung Street was very special. He did not simply use fists to scare people, but used real planning, development, exchange of benefits, and coercion. These leaders had to bow their heads, but they bowed too much. After signing, they just had to wait for the night market to be successfully developed and make money. There was no need to tear faces with Lao Zhong again.

You know, the consequences of being a traitor are more serious than losing a few places.

They would rather wait for the night market development to fail, then gather people and settle accounts with Lao Zhong's people, rather than act like traitors again.

Yin Zhaotang raised his glass and nodded with satisfaction: "Thank you for your support. I, Atang, will definitely manage Saigon Street well. Please toast to the development of Saigon Street together!"

"Drink wins, Yin Sheng!"

"Drink victory!"

Everyone here, please raise your glasses.

After they finished discussing the business, they began to clink glasses and drink. Although many people were not in high spirits, they could not just turn around and leave after signing the agreement.

In the arena, it is common for big fish to eat small fish. Some small-time bosses know that they cannot beat the big guys, so they are very calm.

They bowed their heads and lined up to toast Mr. Yin, begging him to take care of them in the future. The atmosphere at the table gradually became more heated.

Sometimes selling out one's dignity and bending over to flatter are the wisdom that small-time people use to survive in the cracks.

It's about nine o'clock.

The customers in the stalls gradually dispersed, and the gang leaders of Saigon Street left, continuing to survive on Saigon Street in another way.

When Yin Zhaotang paid the bill, he took out an extra roll of Hong Kong paper and gave it to the boss, thanking him warmly: "Uncle Cheng, thank you for borrowing my treasure land today."

Uncle Cheng was wearing an apron and smelled of cooking oil. He quickly declined, "Don't be polite, Mr. Yin. Our business depends on your patronage. Please come more often when you have time."

Yin Zhaotang shook his head, stuffed the Hong Kong paper into the middle pocket of his skirt, and said, "I'm not here to eat today, I'm here to do something, I can't just charge for the meal."

"Then thank you, Mr. Yin." Uncle Cheng bowed and thanked him sincerely, but he did not refuse.

In the streets, there are many restaurants, hotels and food stalls that specialize in doing business with gangsters. A banquet hosted by a big boss is enough to support a restaurant. The patronage of a big boss can also bring prosperity to a food stall.

No one would refuse an invitation to a gangster dinner. If you refuse once, you will never have the chance to do it again. But whether or not there is bloodshed in the place is another matter. If there is bloodshed, it may lead to police questioning. It is a gangster rule to give a big red envelope to the boss to calm him down.

Of course you can't talk nonsense when you accept a red envelope from your boss.

After Yin Zhaotang led his people out of the stall, Uncle Cheng pulled out the rubber band on the Hong Kong dollars, counted them and found there were 20,000 yuan, took out half and asked the chef and waiter on duty to share it together.

At this time, the lights on the streets of Saigon were just coming on, and hundreds of light signs of different lengths and sizes were stacked up and hung high outside the windows of the buildings in the market.

Cars passed by from time to time, but there were only twos and threes of pedestrians. Although there were also lights and people on both sides of the street, the depressed atmosphere was far different from the bustling Temple Street.

Many customers stop at the intersection of Sai Kung Street after leaving Temple Street Night Market, wait for the minibus and then take it back home.

Only a few single young men would enter Sai Kung Street, sneak into the building, and visit the familiar stables. From the several units in the building with their iron doors tightly closed, there were bursts of noise from gamblers.

Tonight, there are a lot more gangsters walking on the streets than usual.

The police officers seemed to have heard the news and sent more uniformed police officers to patrol the streets.

The leader of the Red Stick Hall in Heping, "Da Ma Cheng", was rarely seen sitting on the street with a dozen of his cronies at the door of the "Meile Dance Hall" managed by the company.

He smoked marijuana, felt the cold wind, wore a leather jacket, and carried the flag for the society.

Tonight, all the gangs on Sai Kung Street got wind of this. The loyal gangs wanted to fight all the gangs and remove all the flags on Sai Kung Street. Of the 27 gangs that were active on Sai Kung Street, 16 had already withdrawn from Sai Kung. The remaining 11 gangs basically sent out the most powerful people in the company.

All casinos on the street are open as usual.

Many gang thugs and new blood in the underworld are waiting for a chance to become famous and build a career. They are quietly waiting for their opponents to arrive. They are ready and they are going to fight to the death!
(End of this chapter)