radicalducati Chapter 15: Taking Down the Plane and Becoming a Henchman
Chapter 15: Taking Down the Plane and Becoming a Henchman
The voice arrived before the person.
Song Zhaowen looked up and saw a woman with a cigarette in her mouth, wearing a black cheongsam with a slit, slowly walking down the stairs from the second floor of the bar.
The slit in the cheongsam was just right, revealing a section of fair and plump calves. She wasn't wearing stockings, and her flesh was dazzlingly white under the light.
Black open-toe heels, revealing ten toes painted in rose red.
She was in her early forties, but she was very well-maintained, with firm skin and a very feminine look in her eyes and brows.
Especially her figure, with her full breasts and plump hips, she swayed gracefully as she walked, truly deserving of the title "Tsz Wan Shan's Goddess of Love".
Although there are a few crow's feet around the eyes, it's still a top-of-the-line classic A8.
"Hey Tony, you've been talking about me behind my back all this time. Do you have a thing for me, Sister Xia? How about we have a little spar sometime?"
Tony shrank back in fright and quickly put on a smile: "Sister Xia, I was just joking. Everyone knows you're Brother Hao's woman. I wouldn't dare to even dream of it if you gave me ten lives."
Limpy Ho has long been imprisoned, but who knows if there are still any brothers in the underworld who have received Ho's kindness? If Big Bo Xia makes a statement, Tony's little brother will be cut off tonight.
Tony was a womanizer, but he knew that some women were off-limits, so he quickly changed the subject.
"By the way, Sister Xia, let me introduce you. This is Brother Wen. He will be in charge of this place from now on."
Click, click~
She walked up to Song Zhaowen in a few steps, her black stilettos swaying. Her alluring eyes sized him up, her gaze unlike that of an ordinary woman looking at a man, but rather like that of someone evaluating a product. She exhaled a puff of smoke, which drifted away in the dim light.
"Hard-fisted Wen Yao, I've heard about him." Sister Xia's voice was a little hoarse, but had a unique charm: "Last night in Yau Ma Tei, he took on hundreds of men by himself, and even scared Prince Tai so much that he wet his pants. Young man, you're pretty tough."
Song Zhaowen was speechless. One against hundreds? Did they think he was Superman? Rumors spread like wildfire, and one person after another turned it into Song Zhaowen 1 vs 100.
"Wishing us a pleasant collaboration from now on!"
Sister Xia reached out her hand.
Her fingers were long and slender, with rose-red nails that felt warm and smooth to the touch, and were very fleshy! They left a lingering fragrance after you held them.
"Sister Xia, you're too kind. You can focus on running the business from now on; leave the safety of the venue to me."
"You're quite confident." Sister Xia chuckled and turned to walk towards the bar. "Have a seat. What would you like to drink? It's on me."
The group sat down on the bar stools by the bar. Xia Jie personally mixed three whiskeys with ice and pushed them in front of them. She leaned against the inside of the bar, and judging from her appearance, she had a heavy smoking habit, so she lit a cigarette.
"That idiot Quina, at least he did things fairly well." Xia took a sip of her drink. "When someone tried to cause trouble, he really dared to fight. But after he went in..." She glanced at Tony, "some people just weren't so great."
Tony chuckled twice, not daring to reply.
Song Zhaowen picked up his wine glass but didn't drink: "Sister Xia, are you saying someone's been causing trouble lately?"
Sister Xia chuckled lightly: "A place that doesn't get harassed won't have business. My Fallen Angels sisters are pretty enough to have fun, and their service is top-notch, so it's inevitable that some people will be envious."
In Tsz Wan Shan, the two major triads are intertwined, and everyone knows this, so they generally won't act recklessly. However... with Silly Kui in and Tony being such a coward, naturally some outsiders want to test the waters.
Tony explained from the side, "A group of thugs nicknamed 'Crows' from Tung Sing came over a while ago."
"Understood!" Song Zhaowen patted Tony on the shoulder: "I don't care if it's a crow or a magpie, just remember to call me immediately if it comes to cause trouble again."
Xia stared at him for a few seconds, then suddenly smiled: "Interesting." She raised her glass: "Come on, let's toast to a happy future collaboration."
The group clinked glasses. Sister Xia finished her drink in one gulp and poured herself another: "Awen, I can tell you're not very old, but you're sensible and articulate. It's good that Master Fu had a good eye to entrust those streets to you, but I have to remind you of something: the world of gangsters is more complex than you think. You can't conquer the world just by being good with your fists. You still need to learn to use your brain."
Song Zhaowen nodded: "Thank you for your guidance, Sister Xia."
"It's not about giving advice, it's just mutually beneficial." Sister Xia waved her hand. "I run this bar just to make money steadily. I don't want to get involved in your gang's affairs, but if anyone makes my business fail, I won't let them get away with it. And Ah Wen, let me remind you, my place absolutely does not handle drugs. If your people break the rules here, don't blame me for turning against you."
She spoke in a calm tone, but a hint of coldness flashed in her eyes. Song Zhaowen knew in his heart that this woman had a relationship with the legendary figure from the 1970s, Brother Limpy. Whether the relationship was real or not, the fact that Brother Limpy was able to escape unscathed after being imprisoned and even build up his fortune, and treat her like an ordinary woman, meant she would eventually meet her demise.
"Sister Xia, I swear I will never forgive drugs!"
"We'll see how it goes."
After chatting for a few more minutes, Sister Xia had to leave. Tony led Song Zhaowen and Xiao Zhuoxiao around the bar. The bar had two floors; the first floor had tables and a dance floor, and the second floor had private rooms. The decor wasn't luxurious, but it was quite stylish, and the music was old-school jazz. There were quite a few customers, so business seemed to be good.
"How much water flows out here every night?" Song Zhaowen asked Tony.
Tony hesitated for a moment, then lowered his voice: "Normally, it's fifty or sixty thousand a night. On weekends or for special events, it can reach one hundred thousand or more. However... Sister Xia only pays a fixed amount, fifty thousand a month, without fail. It's a rule that Master Fu set before."
Fifty thousand a month is not a small amount, but it's not much compared to the bar's revenue.
It was already late when I left the bar. The streets north of Tsz Wan Shan were lit up with colorful neon lights, and the nightlife was just beginning. The signs for mahjong parlors, underground gambling dens, and massage parlors flickered in the night, and the streets were getting busier, mostly people looking for fun.
Tony then led them to see several other establishments, all of which were similar in nature.
Song Zhaowen quickly did a mental calculation: after deducting the amount handed over to the gang, he could keep more than 100,000 yuan each month.
It seems like a lot, but after dividing it among the underlings, you'll only have 30,000 to 40,000 left.
You'll definitely not go hungry if you play this game, but making money and getting rich is unreliable; you need to think of another way to make money.
Finally, we returned to the mahjong parlor, which was Zhengxing's own territory and could be considered Zhengxing's stronghold in Po Kong.
The mahjong parlor was empty, but it was filled with young men.
Upon seeing Song Zhaowen, they all stood up: "Hello, Brother Wen, Brother Zhuo!"
Xiao Zhuoxiao pointed at the group of people: "Awen, these are all brothers who want to join us."
Xiao Zhuoxiao pulled over two particularly muscular brothers: "This is Ahua, Feiji."
"When the two of them fight, they're like mad dogs, fighting like their lives depend on it."
Andy Lau, who looks three parts like him, and Airplane, who looks five parts like him, nodded somewhat awkwardly and said, "Brother Wen, we want to follow you."
Song Zhaowen patted the two on the shoulder: "Haha, good! Let's all get rich together."
Then he pulled a wad of cash from his pocket: "I've got the arrangements for tonight—eat, drink, gamble, and whores, all in one place! Let's all have a blast!"
"Long live Brother Wen!"
Which underling doesn't like a boss who's generous with money?