The door of the courtyard house has been welded dead

Hongmen General Altar in the Thirteenth District.

The "Hongmen" sign that had been hanging high on the ceiling for decades has been taken down, and the plaque of the Gaul Chinese Business Association has been re-hanged.

This was an extremely frustrating thing for the Hongmen disciples in District 13. However, Mr. Dong, who had been in charge of authority for twenty or thirty years, suppressed this dissatisfaction.

The titles of each position have been changed along with the replacement of the signboard.

The title of "489 leader" has become a thing of the past. Now there is no longer a series of titles that represent the gang leader, such as "general boss", "talker", "big brother", etc.

According to the position of the association, future members of the association must change their name to President Chen of the association when calling him Dong Ye.

Marshal No. 4382 - is the vice president of the association.

Four hundred and twenty-six pairs of bonus sticks—he is the chief supervisor of the association.

415 white paper fan - for the secretary-general.

432 straw sandals - for the director.

Sijiuzai - a member of the association.

The names of all the association managers are listed after their positions, all the way down to the directors. As for the four-nine-year-olds, there may be too many of them, so they are not on the list.

The original hierarchical system of Hongmen in Jianghu was all put on new clothes. In an instant, according to the formal association system, each "management talent" was included. It has to be said that the airs are there, but the inside is still not as big as before. Change.

Looking at the notice posted at the door, the old guys in Hongmen, including the new members who had just joined, were a little uneasy.

I don’t know why it’s so troublesome. Most of them don’t understand what Mr. Dong’s intention is.

But the following lines have already reminded you that the title must be changed as soon as possible, otherwise you will be punished if you still use the old title after the deadline has passed.

Although it was a bit awkward, everyone also took note of this matter. After all, it was still fun to make fun of what Mr. Dong officially posted.

"Hey, Ayao, you are now the chief supervisor of our association. Tell me about this chief supervisor. What is he responsible for?"

"Master Dong and the other vice-presidents are still formulating the specific regulations, but they should not be much different from the original ones. For details, when the notice comes out, let the master, no, let the secretary-general explain it to everyone~!"

Ayao, who was guarding the door, didn't even play with the dagger today. Seeing that everyone was still not used to the new name, he pinched his nose and shouted, and said in a dull voice.

Within the association.

There is a meeting going on at this time.

The president of the association sat in the main seat, the vice-president sat next to him, and the secretary-general sat behind Mr. Dong, counting the days of the month.

"You have been fighting and killing for your whole life. In a few years, will you be able to pick up a knife? Times have changed. Knives are not as fast as guns. You can't even hide away. Look at what happened to Feng Wanshan~!"

"Everything must be prepared for a rainy day. The Yideli gang has turned into a trading company. Can't you see it? Go out more and see what the outside of District 13 is like now. Don't always stay in your own territory and just guard it. You have one-third of an acre of land, and you have to have a long-term perspective~!"

Mr. Dong, who was sitting in the main seat, looked tired at this time. It seemed that he had been attending meetings non-stop these days and did not get a good rest.

But the words he spoke were still sonorous and powerful, making each of the original deputy gang leaders, second marshal, and current vice president lower their heads.

"But, President, I still feel a little awkward. We don't get much water ourselves. If we pay them taxes, we won't have much money left~!"

One of them looked embarrassed. He was in charge of the shops. The shops in Chinatown themselves were not doing well. They paid less and less every day. They had to support so many people below and pay money to the Gallic authorities. They had been doing this for so many years. I haven’t paid it yet. If I pay it now, I will definitely lose money later.

"What is the reason for the poor business, Vice President Yuan, tell me?"

Mr. Dong waved his hand and did not let anyone else speak. Instead, he looked at the person who made the suggestion and asked in a deep voice.

"People in my hometown don't have much money. Unless they have to buy something, who will buy it? They don't buy it, and no one else comes to buy it. Just like Tailor Zhang, he doesn't make any ready-made clothes now, so the tailor shop just sews and mends all day long. The fees are all copper..."

"anything else?"

"Even the Yangtze Hotel, which has the most customers, is the same. Sanlian helps those grandsons, asks for food cards, and doesn't give money for meals. Just because the business is good, Manager Hu doesn't want to work anymore~!"

After speaking bravely, Vice President Yuan glanced at the manager carefully. The master would finish counting these things soon. Instead of waiting for him to say it, he might as well tell the reason himself.     “That’s right~!”

"There is no one, no foreigners. The street is full of hometown people, and we know that they have not made much money in the past few years. How can we spend money if we don't spend it? If we don't spend it, there will be no fees~"

"Although Chinatown is called Chinatown, we can no longer keep foreigners out. If we continue to cling to a group, it will only make them more reluctant to come. They are the ones who can get the money~"

Mr. Dong punched the faucet stick in his hand without moving one eye, and looked at everyone in the audience with the other eye.

"So, we need to change. Let's see if Italy's trading company has stopped the foreigners. Their street only sells noodles and pizza. Their business is booming. As a result, when it comes to our street Well, the guest turned around and went back, how can I collect the fee~!"

"All the people at the mountain gate at the entrance have withdrawn. Don't get together again. The mountain gate is our plaque, but the plaque cannot be exchanged for food. If you guard it, you will shut out the gold and silver mountains. It will scare people away. Come in."

Mr. Dong tapped lightly on the table. Secretary-General Song behind him placed the black and white photo in the notebook beside the table. Mr. Dong threw it away casually.

Looking at the photos scattered in the middle of the table, the participants glanced subconsciously. They were all bustling scenes on the Italian street, with tourists coming and going. On the other hand, Chinatown itself was deserted.

"Then, what if those people come here to cause trouble again?"

"We pay taxes, and the police at the tower have to take care of us. We are making a legitimate living, and we are not doing it in a sideways way. What are we afraid of?"

"It's different now. I won't let you get involved in those pickling things. It's because of this that business can't be done behind closed doors. If you still get involved with those from the Xiajiumen, the police will first arrest others. , I’ll catch you in the first place, if you’re doing right, stand up straight~!”

Vice presidents, you look at me and I look at you. I didn’t expect Mr. Dong to give this answer. In the past, I fought with my fists and didn’t even think about going to the police and handled the matter myself.

"We don't pay taxes and continue to act as usual. That won't work. The outside world is changing, and Italians have adapted. If we continue to do things according to the rules of the world, we will be giving people a hand, becoming a leader, and we will be shot. Of~!”

After Secretary Song compiled the statistics for last month's fees, Mr. Dong looked at it and shook his head with some disappointment, but he didn't criticize anything because he knew that all this could not be simply blamed on a few old guys. Up here, all kinds of dark sides of society are looked at briefly, letting them eat their brains and think about how to change. It is better to give direct orders.

"The Chairman of the Supervisory Committee will be responsible for this. If you really want to play dirty, let Ayao play with them. But for any conflicts on the street, call the police!"

"What if they don't take care of it? I've seen them take care of it before, before~?"

Another person reminded in a low voice that this was now an association, and people could no longer fight back if they misbehaved. They even went to the police. The impact on the minds of the older generation was really too great, and it was a bit too aggrieved.

"It turns out that starting from this month we pay taxes according to their regulations, then we are taxpayers. If they don't come over, we can complain and go to newspapers and reporters, but we can't have conflicts, let alone kill people in the street, then others will be more worried. Don’t dare to come here~!”

"What about the martial arts hall?"

"Jiang Wu Tang, there is no war now, there is no need to worry about the children being sent to the battlefield. Some smart-minded people told their parents that the association will sign them up as soldiers in the crooked army. Their soldiers are different from us. If you like to recruit outsiders to maintain order on the streets, you also need to know your native language."

"The people who come out of the martial arts hall have nothing to say about their skills. One of them can beat four or five of them, but their speech may be lacking. If they are sent in, they can learn Gallic. There is no need to find a teacher. If they pass the exam, they will be assigned here. In the future, it will be more useful than Ayao and the others~!"

If what he said before made everyone unbelievable, then what he said was shocking. No one expected that, after casually mentioning it, the president actually asked the foundation members of their gang to serve as soldiers.

"Then, doesn't that become an errand?"

"What's wrong with working as an errand? It's no better than a gangster on the street. As long as you learn what they say, you can still pass the police exam. If you don't do well, you can still enter a factory. The taxes we pay will come back in circles, right? Only with income can Chinatown prosper. People below have no money, so our bones are soft and our words are not hard!"

"After paying taxes, we can't feed so many people, but we can feed them. Hundreds of thousands of people are here. If we want to integrate, they must have our people. Otherwise, none of them will understand what we say. This Things can’t wait, you have to take the initiative~!”

At first, you may not be able to turn this corner, but as long as you use your brain a little bit, Mr. Dong’s pointer, eh, it’s a bit interesting.

"The most important thing is the Sanlian Gang. If our momentum weakens, the people in my hometown will have no one to protect them..."

The other one left the most important question for the end, and now everyone looked at Mr. Dong, the president, again.

"Don't worry about the Sanlian Gang. They can't be arrogant for much longer. From today on, stay away from them. We will follow our right path. Don't blame me for not reminding you who is dealing with them in private. Something unexpected happened later. The association I won’t interfere!”

"That's it for today. We won't talk about anything else. You go back and gather things together and compile these into a charter. Things need to be done quickly. We don't have much time..."

The slightly tired Mr. Dong waved his hand, and then stood up with a faucet stick. The others stood up and hurriedly saluted, and then left.

"Master Dong, Lao Wu is back and wants to see you~!" (End of this chapter)