Chapter 390 Malan Emperor

Chapter 390 Malan Emperor

Chapter 390 Malan Emperor
Jiahe Building, Jordan District.

Gao Laosen, wearing a brown gown, sat at a tea table in the corner of the pavilion, studying the financial newspapers in his hands together with Tiantang, Yuanbao, and Jin Yaxiong.

This mahjong parlor was originally his small business for retirement, but as a loyal stock god, he could earn a lot of red envelopes by selecting stocks for his old friends.

In the stock market account, the numbers fluctuate by tens of thousands of Hong Kong dollars. When the market is good, you can earn 200,000 to 300,000 Hong Kong dollars a month. Why would you still want to run a mahjong parlor?

He no longer cared about business and was too lazy to greet customers. If someone started a quarrel, he would just ask his subordinates to beat them out. Gradually, the number of customers in the mahjong parlor decreased.

During the peak hours, there are only two or three tables of neighbors left. Most of the time, there is only a group of uncles who come to discuss the stock market, sitting and drinking tea and reading newspapers.

The younger brother has become idle and apart from occasionally coming to add tea, he spends most of his time listening to horse racing.

"Number eight, number eight, hurry up!" The younger brother was concentrating, leaning in front of the radio, holding a pencil, waiting for the result, when suddenly the phone on the table rang.

The loud ring startled him, and he picked up the phone and said, "Brother Sen, next door."

"I'm the Lalan from Hetu, and I want to talk to Asen about something."

The younger brother brought the phone to the boss and handed over the receiver: "Uncle Sen, Uncle Hetu Lalan is looking for you."

Tiantang, Yuanbao, and Jin Yaxiong stopped talking tacitly and turned their eyes to Gao Laosen.

Gao Laosen coughed twice, cleared his throat, picked up the phone and pretended to be dignified: "Lalan, right? I'm Gao Laosen, what's up?"

La Lan said, "Asen, my matchmaker has some conflicts with Shen Xian Tang. It's better to resolve the feud than to create one. Can you find a time to invite Shen Xian Tang to come out and have a chat?"

Gao Laosen rolled his eyes and shouted, "I'm retired!"

"I have always been generous in my donations and will definitely not treat you unfairly." Lalan said.

Gao Laosen snorted and said, "Do I need those thousands or tens of thousands of dollars? Do you think I'm a poor uncle out there who helps people connect with each other by accepting two red envelopes?"

"I'm very busy, Lalan. If you have anything to ask, go to the company and find Atang directly."

He hung up the phone directly, with unusual decisiveness. Tiantang, Yuanbao and others were very encouraged when they saw this. They all gave him a thumbs up and praised him loudly, "Brother Sen, you are really impressive. You don't even bother to give face to the twelve elders of Hetu."

"You are so brave! You have made all the old bones in Zhongyi Hall proud."

"That's wonderful, Brother Sen."

Gao Laosen picked up the newspaper, shook it in a cool manner, and said, "What about the Twelve Elders? I, Asen, used to be the second marshal of Zhongyi Hall."

“No matter how powerful Shenxiantang is, isn’t he still the second marshal of my loyal family?”

Yuanbao and the others nodded happily, but there was something a little strange in their eyes.

Gao Laosen's face turned red and he felt that he was bragging too much. He adjusted his glasses and said cheerfully, "Come, let's study 0006 again. I always feel that it will rise again."

The younger brother returned to the radio with the phone in his hand, sat down with a depressed look on his face, and cursed in a low voice: "I bought a stupid donkey. It's really unlucky."

In the tea room of Hexingye Real Estate Agency, Lalan, wearing a Tang suit and a headband with a head full of silver hair, put down the microphone with a grim face.

"If a villain succeeds, he will be hit by a car sooner or later."

The matchmaker was holding up the kettle, washing the tea set with hot water and replacing the tea. He asked, "Boss, are the loyal people not giving us face?"

La Lan put his hands behind his back and clenched his fists: "Maybe I contacted the wrong person, or maybe Lao Zhong has this attitude and told us to go directly to the company to find Shen Xian Tang."

The matchmaker's face turned pale: "Wouldn't that be bowing your head and asking for peace?"

La Lan pondered and said, "Don't try to figure out the situation. Let's wait and see. Tomorrow, isn't the Infectious Disease Association of Shenxiantang going to hold its first industry consultation meeting?" "We already have an invitation. Let's just go to the meeting and see how it goes."

The matchmaker said helplessly: "I know, boss."

If the situation is not right tomorrow, extreme situations may occur, such as "business being taken away, brothers being killed, the place being raided, and wife being fucked."

By then, there will be nothing we can do about Shenxiantang except scolding him for being inhumane.

Because Lalan clearly would not risk his life and property for the Malan business and fight to the death with Shenxiantang, and he could not do it alone.

Losing your reputation in the underworld is a small matter. It is possible that a company will go bankrupt, a prostitute will run away, or the gangsters will disband. The underworld is a winner-takes-all society.

Considering that Shenxiantang had not yet slept with anyone else's wife, the matchmaker felt a little more at ease.

The next day, 10:30 am, Peninsula Hotel.

Chicken feet black, uncle Wei, snake boy Hui, Lao Mo, A Chang.
Ma Wang, whose surname is in his thirties, took the elevator to the banquet hall one after another, followed the signposts, and led his brothers into the private room.

The matchmaker arrived late, and when he brought in a few of his younger brothers, the five tables were already full.

Shenxiantang was wearing a suit, tie, and slicked-back hair, and was testing the sound with a microphone.

A banner with the words "First Consultation Meeting of the Hong Kong Association for the Prevention and Control of Infectious Diseases" was hung above the stage. It may seem strange that the prevention and control of infectious diseases in Hong Kong is handed over to a group of organized prostitutes, but it is the most effective.

In the absence of the willingness of the Hong Kong British authorities to manage, delegating power to civil associations can also save administrative costs. However, who organizes the associations and who participates in them is no longer under the control of the authorities.

"Hello, hello." Yin Zhaotang patted the microphone and strode onto the stage, immediately attracting the attention of many people.

Although an industry consultation meeting is supposed to be a serious occasion, and a long conference table is more formal than a large round table, but asking a group of people to sit down and discuss things is not as good as giving them beer, so that they can drink and talk, and the atmosphere is more harmonious.

Yin Zhaotang walked onto the stage, holding up a bottle of Budweiser, and said, "Thank you all for coming to the association's first consultation meeting. I'd like to toast you with a bottle."

He raised his head and drank the beer, very refreshingly, immediately igniting the atmosphere at the scene, and winning applause from many people in the underworld: "Great, Brother Tang is really refreshing."

Yin Zhaotang threw away the beer bottle and said loudly: "Without rules, there will be no order. If an industry wants to develop, how can it be possible without establishing rules?"

"I set up the Association for the Prevention and Treatment of Infectious Diseases not to compete with you for business, but to teach you how to do business!"

Tong Xin and Ma Wang Gu Ye Wei were smoking cigarettes, shaking their thighs, and sitting on the chairs and said, "We all know that Yin Sheng thinks that the King of Salty is not powerful enough, so he wants to be the Emperor of Ma Lan!"

Lao Mo chimed in: "You are uneducated. Just read the newspaper and you will know that AIDS will kill people! All the customers are dead. You are making money from the devil!"

Gu Yewei shrugged his shoulders and said shamelessly: "It doesn't matter, I just support Brother Tang. I just want to ask Brother Tang, how will the customers share it? Is there any opportunity for us to make money?"

Yin Zhaotang pointed at Gu Yewei: "Yes!"

"I sent invitations to 53 colleagues, but only 35 came. In order to prevent the spread of infectious diseases in Hong Kong Island, I will not share a single guest with the remaining colleagues."

Chen Zhihui, who was on Jijiaohei's left, stood up and asked, "Mr. Yin, can the association assign customers to us?"

"sure."

"I decided to take out ten pages of paper in each issue of 91 Magazine to promote the top girls of the association's companies and take up one page to review the quality of the girls. But there is one condition: the girls of each company must undergo a physical examination once a month and meet the association's standards before they can start work."

"As long as you go to the hospital designated by the association, you will get a health certificate issued by the Department of Health, which is legal and compliant." Yin Zhaotang said.

Although a five-yuan processing fee is required to be paid to the Department of Health for each health certificate, it is at most a small profit compared to the hundred-yuan physical examination fee.

(End of this chapter)