radicalducati Chapter 7 I'm not a jerk, I just want to give them a home.
Chapter 7 I'm not a jerk, I just want to give them a home.
An hour later, the inauguration ceremony was completed.
A temple can be staffed three times a year, and the items include a straw sandal, a white paper fan, and two red sticks.
Wei Chen is now a "red stick" (a high-ranking official in China).
Straw sandals and white paper fans are the standard, while red sticks are used depending on the extent of the gang's losses.
During the 1940s and 50s, various gangs fought fiercely over places like docks and fishing grounds, often leaving people dead in the streets. The "Red Pole" (a derogatory term for gang leaders) suffered heavy losses, hence the term "Red Pole" (meaning "red stick"). However, this also led to the emergence of many heroes and the rise of numerous powerful figures.
"Liang Chen, after this, you'll be the boss." After they came out, Guan Zisen said, "I'm probably the least capable one among the leaders of District Nine, so I don't have much to give you, but I can still improve your treatment."
"Generally speaking, when a newcomer gets promoted, they can choose a street and get three months of free fees. I can give you an extra six months of free commission, how about that?"
"Okay." Wei Chen nodded. Guan Zisen was quite self-aware.
"Alright, I'll let Chui-chi know. I'll be going now if there's nothing else. My craving for cigarettes is acting up again." Guan Zai-sen yawned and then staggered away with his two henchmen.
Wei Chen couldn't help but twitch his lips.
How exactly does this guy become the boss?
"Hey boss, you got your job so quickly? Wow!" Ahua walked over excitedly.
"What a load of rubbish! This lousy boss only gave us a fee waiver, nothing else. Hanging out with this kind of scum is the worst luck imaginable." Wei Chen spat on the street.
"If we don't have territory, we can fight for it ourselves. Anyway, we can get free fees from the territory we take, and we can use the extra money to go to bars and pick up girls. Isn't that much better than handing it over to the gang?" Ahua said with great enthusiasm.
"Tsk tsk, you used to say you were so devoted and loyal, and now you're just thinking about going to bars and picking up girls?" Wei Chen chuckled.
Ahua gave an awkward laugh.
"I'm very affectionate too! I'm not a jerk, I just want to give all beautiful young women a home."
Men are all like that; once they get addicted to a life of luxury and extravagance, it's like being high on a donkey – once they've had their fill, there's no turning back.
Don't believe me? Go to Guangxi and ask Tyrannosaurus Rex.
However, no matter how addicted you are, you still have to wear a bag, otherwise you'll end up dying regardless of what happens.
Wei Chen thought about it for a moment, and realized that waiving nine months of regulatory fees was actually a profitable deal.
In general, traffic fees are 30% of income. In places like Kowloon City, where the average income for a single street is over HK$300,000, HK$100,000 of that would go into taxes. After deducting miscellaneous income, there's not much left.
Wei Chen's territory is in Tsim Sha Tsui East. If he could take over a street there, his monthly income could be more than three million. Moreover, it's a lucrative area. He would have to pay 50% in fees, and after deducting his income, he could still make around eight hundred thousand.
If the fees are waived, we could earn several hundred thousand more.
Thinking about it this way, even though Guan Zisen is useless, he is quite considerate of his little one.
Otherwise, Wei Chen wouldn't be thinking about doing business right now; he'd be thinking about how to be the person in charge.
After all, what's the most important thing when you're out there? Killing your boss, of course!
That very evening, Jimmy found a shop with a lot of foot traffic. It cost 30,000 yuan a month for three years. Wei Chen personally negotiated the price down to 3,000 yuan.
The landlord happily jumped for joy as he signed the contract.
"This will be the flagship store of Mixue Ice Cream from now on." Wei Chen sat in his office and pointed around: "It's over 300 square meters, with floor-to-ceiling windows. We'll set up a few small tables, a few camping platforms, and install some yellow ambient lighting, and the atmosphere will be amazing."
"No problem." Jimmy nodded, then clicked his tongue in amazement as he held the contract, saying, "Thirty thousand a month, and you managed to haggle it down to three thousand? You're ruthless."
"That's how business is. You cut me, I cut you. If it's a good deal, we do it; if not, we're done. I'll do it all." Wei Chen lit a cigarette, speaking calmly.
"I'm a gangster, so giving him money would be an act of great kindness."
This isn't the Central or Western District, why would you need a monthly rent of 30,000?
It's obvious they're taking advantage of my honesty and want to bully me.
Since the landlord was making exorbitant demands, Wei Chen decided to use the guillotine.
"Renovation, property purchase, staff... it should be all done in less than three days. We'll open in a week, and then we'll see how it goes," Jimmy said directly.
"Okay." Wei Chen nodded.
"Who's the boss here?" Just then, a few thugs walked in.
"How is it?" Wei Chen glanced at him sideways.
"Nothing much," the blond-haired leader said directly. "To do business here, you have to pay three hundred every week and three thousand every month, otherwise you can't do it."
Then he stretched out another hand: "Give it to me."
Wei Chen and Jimmy exchanged a glance and smiled.
"What are you laughing at? Give me the money!"
"Kid, which gang are you from?" Wei Chen lit a cigarette and asked calmly.
"Heng Kee, Skinny Dog."
"So you're just a nobody," Wei Chen sneered, which immediately enraged the blond-haired man.
"What the hell did you say?"
"You're such a coward!" Wei Chen stood up and slapped him across the face, knocking out three of Huang Mao's teeth. Huang Mao spun around on the spot, feeling dizzy and disoriented.
"What are you doing?" the other thugs roared in anger.
"Question me? Ask your mother!" Wei Chen spat on the blond-haired man's head, and Ahua rushed up and knocked the thugs down in a few moves.
"You've started extorting protection money from Wo Luen Shing, you guys really have guts." Wei Chen sneered, stepped on the head of the terrified blond-haired man, and pointed at him.
"Big brother, I didn't know you were with Wo Shing! Please give me a chance!" The blond-haired man covered his face and begged for mercy, his eyes filled with lingering fear.
"Now you know." Wei Chen released his foot playfully, kicking the man away. "If you're still not satisfied, have your boss come find me."
"I give up, I give up." The blond-haired man covered his mouth and nodded in fear, then scrambled away with his men.
Hang Kee and Wo Luen Shing are not in the same league. If he knew that Wei Chen was from Wo Luen Shing, he would never have come over.
Wo Luen Shing, Tung Sing, Number Gang, and Hung Hing were known as the "Four Great Gangs of the Underworld." Sun Kee, Chung Yee Shun, Sun Luen Shing, Hop To, and Wo Po Society were known as the "Five Kings of the Underworld."
The four major Jianghu gangs each have at least 20,000 to 30,000 members, while the Five Kings of Jianghu have at most 10,000 members.
Not to mention Hang Kwan, which is just a branch that spun off from the numbering system.
This is why Huang Mao was so afraid of the Wo Luen Shing name.
The head of Hang Kee might not be afraid, but his henchmen are simply not to be trifled with.
"Who's in charge here with Hang Kee?" Wei Chen asked. He remembered that Hang Kee's headquarters were in Yau Ma Tei, but he didn't expect them to be in Tsim Sha Tsui as well.
"It seems to be someone named 'Fiery Ming'," Jimmy said after thinking for a moment.
"Never heard of it."
"You don't know Huo Baoming, but you should have heard of his cousin," Jimmy laughed. "Heng Yaowen, back in the day, he single-handedly conquered three streets, making Heng Kee the dominant force in Yau Ma Tei. He was a formidable figure in the underworld, known as the God of War of Yau Ma Tei."
"It's him." Wei Chen remembered, the refined man who would sweep the streets before a fight.
The health ambassador in the Hong Kong film "Triad".
However, Wei Chen wasn't interested in him, as long as he didn't provoke him.
"There's one more thing," Jimmy added. "Brother Pan went to the Golden Triangle. I received word that he'll be disembarking in Tsim Sha Tsui in a couple of days."
"Keep an eye on him. When he gets back, tell me immediately." Wei Chen felt that he had just been appointed and was short of territory, so it was time to expand.
Now the target has arrived, hasn't it?