Chapter 392 Go out sideways!
Chapter 392 Go out sideways!
"Those who are willing to join the association and contribute to the development of the industry, please sign the document at hand. As long as you abide by the association's regulations, you can enjoy the association's benefits."
"This month, all employees will have to complete their first health screening. After the first screening, those who are sick will be laid off and those who can be treated will be treated."
"If you can't be cured, change your career as soon as possible." After Yin Zhaotang listed the conditions, regulations and benefits of the association, he started the membership procedure on the spot.
A brother had already prepared application forms and handed them to the horse kings sitting at the table. The horse kings supported his decision, picked up their pens and signed, writing down the store address, the number of young ladies, the number of Ma wives, the societies they belonged to, and the halls.
Amid the noise, all thirty-five horse kings finished filling out the forms and handed them back to Lao Zhong's men.
Uncle Wei didn't forget to joke: "Mr. Yin, do you want to pay the membership fee?"
Yin Zhaotang took the microphone and said: "It's an industry association, membership is free, and I, Atang, will cover the operating expenses of the association."
"Hahaha." A group of martial arts people burst into laughter. Judging from the generosity shown by Yin Sheng, he would definitely not collect membership fees after collecting horse tax.
Gu Yewei was just being nice, so he took the opportunity to raise his glass and said, "I toast to Mr. Yin."
Lao Mo, wearing a black jacket, sat at the head table, crossed his legs and said, "Mr. Yin, we only account for half of the people running horse stables in Hong Kong Island. What should we do with the remaining half?"
"Brothers have just signed the alliance, cut off a chicken head, drink a cup of blood wine, gather troops and wipe out their Duowei!"
Ah Chang quickly put down his pen and echoed, "Okay, let's see who dares to go against our Jockey Club!"
"I support!"
"In the underworld, if you are not a friend, you are an enemy. It is only natural to fight against them!" Gu Yewei, Shezaihui and the others were very interested.
Because the dignity of the association needs to be established, the new order will be forged with blood. There are many powerful people present, and with the Zhongji Sanshan Marshal holding the flag, the chances of winning are very high, and the cake they grab is enough to make the members eat until their mouths are full of oil and make a lot of money.
Leading members to wipe out competitors and unify the horse stable industry is completely in line with the original intention of the association. However, unlike what the members expected, from the moment the association was established, competitors had no way to escape, and it was only a matter of time before they were squeezed into bankruptcy, without the brothers having to shed blood.
Yin Zhaotang held the microphone and said confidently: "Old Mo is right. The association will regulate the market and eliminate places that do not meet the regulations."
"But there's no need to chop off chicken heads or drink blood wine. We are not gangsters, we are members of an industry association. What do you think?"
She Zai Hui whistled: "Mr. Yin is right!"
Yin Zhaotang smiled and said, "So, leave these matters to me, and you members don't have to worry about them. Next Wednesday evening, still at the Peninsula Hotel, the association will hold the first round of position elections. Each person will have one vote to decide who will be the chairman, vice chairman and director of the association."
“If anyone wants to run for election, they can submit their information to the association’s specially hired lawyer, Adu.”
The members were whispering and making a lot of noise. Many people expressed their intention to run for election, and some even canvassed for votes on the spot.
When Chen Zhihui saw Yin Zhaotang's all-conquering attitude, he suddenly realized something and said excitedly, "Shenxiantang doesn't intend to force a fight. He wants to use new business methods to compete with other stables until they go bankrupt."
"Optimize the market, control the channels, and let good money drive out bad money. With the support of the top players present, we can take over the market without losing a single soldier."
“Those guys didn’t stand a chance.”
This is the most terrifying "industry reshuffle" in the business world. Anyone who is not in the banquet hall today will be kicked out of the table, leaving only association members.
It is not the suppression by force or law, but the elimination wave caused by the development of the free market. To achieve an industry reshuffle, there must be subversive innovations, new technology applications, or changes in sales models that are happening now. From obeying industry rules to re-defining the rules of the industry, the Malan Emperor deserves the title.
At this time, Yin Zhaotang walked off the stage, holding a wine glass, came to the dining table, and toasted the new members.
He was not arrogant or conceited, and he talked and laughed with the members, and was very popular. Some people who met him for the first time felt comfortable with him and praised him highly.
When he walked to the third table, the members at the table stood up and raised their glasses, but their eyes could not help but glance at the matchmaker. The fight between Hetu and Laozhong was not news, and many people secretly supported Hetu last night.
After just one negotiation, everyone got so much benefit that they had no reason to speak out.
The matchmaker was waving the flag last night, wanting to step into Shanghai Street, but now his hands holding the wine glass are shaking, and he dare not look directly into Shenxiantang's eyes.
Yin Zhaotang walked around the table to the matchmaker in a very generous and graceful manner. Everyone was wondering how he would deal with the matchmaker.
He put his arm around the matchmaker's shoulders and raised the microphone: "My brothers and I in Hetu are all acquainted with each other through fighting, including Daibeijun and Matchmaker."
The matchmaker spilled half of the wine in his hand and forced a smile: "Yes, I have always admired Brother Tang."
"I want to apologize to Brother Tang first for what happened yesterday. I'm sorry, Brother Tang. Brother Tang, please don't bear grudges. I'm a fair matchmaker."
Yin Zhaotang interrupted him and said, "No need to apologize, you did the right thing."
The matchmaker was so frightened that his legs went weak. He glanced at the five or six beer bottles on the table and suddenly felt as if the top of his head was cracking. He secretly hated himself for not hiding at the foot of the table.
"It is a big boss's duty to help his brothers. I admire such people. But it is unforgivable to instigate Hongmen brothers to kill each other and secretly add fuel to the fire and harm others."
"Jijiaohei, you should give me an explanation!"
After Yin Zhaotang clinked glasses with the matchmaker, he pressed his shoulder and told him to sit down. He turned around and looked at Jijiaohei at the next table, calling him out by name and asking him about his crime. Everyone in the room shouted in shock.
The matchmaker was confused when he heard the second half and felt a little strange. When he heard the name Jijiaohei, he came to his senses and stood up again: "Did you, Shenghe's people, kill my Hetu disciples?"
As Jijiaohei and his three brothers stood up, Lao Zhong and a dozen of his brothers from the Xingtang surrounded them, all of them holding their weapons, staring at them with eager eyes, ready to draw their swords at them if they had a disagreement.
Da Shengyong opened his voice sharply, echoing in the hall: "Shen Xian Tang, fuck your mother, how dare you put the blame on me, Sheng He?"
"If you have the guts, show us the evidence in front of all the members. Otherwise, Shenghe will fight you to the end!"
Yin Zhaotang was calm and raised his hand, saying, "Keep your voice down. Can your voice be louder than my microphone? An officer from the Anti-pornography Unit told me that the person who reported Lao Zhong Ma Lan was Chen Zhihui. He called the police from a public telephone booth on Canton Road, Tsim Sha Tsui at 11pm on November 2."
"Brother Zhihui, do you know that there is a HSBC bank opposite the phone booth? There is a CCTV at the entrance of the bank, and it just happened to capture your car and the people!"
Chen Zhihui's face turned pale, with sweat on his forehead. He looked at Shenxiantang carefully, and tried hard to recall whether there was really a closed-circuit television on the street.
That HSBC bank is indeed very conspicuous, but if they really have CCTV installed, can it really be captured in the video?
He guessed Shenxiantang's trump card and decided to take a gamble.
Jijiaohei actually admitted it directly: "I asked Zhihui to do it, you can think of a way, Shenxiantang!"
Yin Zhaotang replied coldly, "Three cuts and six holes, blood debt must be paid with blood. Nineteen tables of wine and three million for medical expenses are set up. This is my last respect for Shenghe Qixing."
Niu Qiang drew the curved knife from his waist, his face gloomy and murderous: "Whether you live or die depends on whether you are strong enough, but the leader has given the order, someone must get out of here today!"
(End of this chapter)