money player

On Leong Tong is the largest gang in Manhattan's Chinatown. Its earliest members were mostly from the Chen family in Baisha Town, Taishan. Many of its senior members are surnamed Chen, such as the current leader Chen Apei, White Paper Fan is Chen Charlie's father Chen Jisheng, and Double Flower Red Stick Chen Abing.

When Sin Yiu-man left Chinatown, he happened to brush past Chan Abing in Blood Alley. Because he was walking against the wind, Sin Yiu-man smelled the blood emanating from Chan Abing, and thus engraved his appearance in his mind.

Around 10 a.m., he arrived at Bowery Street and wandered among the various stalls, picking and choosing M1 rifles, M1 carbines, and M1911 pistols of various conditions.

After World War II, the United States phased out tens of millions of firearms of various types and sold them to the public through the Defense Surplus Sales Agency. If you want to buy a rifle or carbine, you can buy it directly from authorized military surplus stores or gun shops, or you can order it by mail and wait for it to be delivered to your door. It is not subject to the NFA (National Firearms Act) and does not require an FFL (Federal Arms License).

Of course, buying through the above channels is quite expensive, with a rifle costing between $20 and $50. If you're budget-conscious, it's more cost-effective to buy from a stall.

Sin Yiu-man found some relatively good quality items at a stall. After playing with the M1911 for a while, he picked out five rifles, gathered them together, and pointed to them, saying, "50 US dollars."

The vendor waved his hand, "No, $15 a piece."

"$60."

"Not."

Sin Yiu-man stopped offering a price and turned to leave.

I had barely taken two steps when the vendor called out, "$65."

"make a deal."

After acquiring the five rifles, Sin Yiu-man made another trip to the gun shop and bought a bunch of guns and ammunition that needed to be registered, as well as a few cans of field supplies.

He quickly arrived at an open space in the suburbs, sat on the oilcloth, and ate canned food while cooling off.

The three of them ate several cans of food together, and his work at the cold storage facility came to an end.

He asked Xie Zhanran to set up targets at distances of 100 meters, 200 meters, and 300 meters with empty cans, and then he began to practice.

He pressed the clip into the magazine of his M1 rifle, glanced at the empty can target 100 meters away, shouldered the rifle, stood with his back to the target, silently counted to three, turned around, picked up the rifle in one smooth motion, and when he was facing the target, the muzzle was already aligned. He released the safety, pulled the trigger, and fired three shots at each of the two targets two meters apart.

He sheathed his gun, pointed it upwards, and gently swung it.

Xie Zhanran, who was hiding in a low-lying area, saw this and walked over to the target to examine it.

"The left target is an equilateral triangle, the right target's 'head' bullet is one centimeter too high, Over."

"Not bad, the feel for the gun is still there."

With a muttered sound, after Xie Zhanran left the target, Xian Yaowen pulled the trigger twice more, heard a "ding" sound, pressed a new magazine into the magazine, and raised the gun to aim at the target 200 meters away.

Six more shots, yielding two irregular triangles. Xie Tingyun, standing to the side, couldn't help but marvel. He had only heard that the shooting skills everyone learned were actually taught by the master, but he had never seen the master shoot. It turned out that the master's marksmanship was truly miraculous.

Sin Yiu-man wasn't used to iron sights and didn't need to aim. The millions of bullets he'd consumed had raised him to the point where he could shoot by feel. At close to medium range, it was like wiping his butt; he could wipe the spot accurately without even looking. To exaggerate, he could just raise his gun and shoot, and he'd have plenty of bullets.

With the distance fixed at 200 meters, he fired at the target one shot after another, firing nearly 400 bullets, with only 7 missing the target.

After a short rest, he picked up a Mosin-Nagant, poured all three boxes of ammunition onto an oilcloth, and selected the 10 best rounds by touch and weight, pressing 5 of them into the magazine.

The person lies face down on the ground, licks their right index finger with their tongue, raises their finger to receive the information of the wind, then tilts their head, brings their left eye to the gap, and looks through the crosshair, splitting their gaze to find the left and right sides of the target respectively.

Anyone who knows shooting knows that iron sights are easy to find at around 300 meters, but difficult to adjust vertically. In light or no wind conditions, the target is covered, and the left and right are basically the same, but the vertical movement needs to take into account the bullet drop. There is no such thing as hitting exactly where you point, only pointing up and hitting down.

As for not being able to hold the gun steadily or not being able to find a steady rhythm of breathing, those are problems that a novice needs to face. In his case, he doesn't even have the right to sit at the children's table, let alone lick the plates off the ground.

However, on the other hand, people who can use iron sights at 300 meters are not chosen ones. God gave them a pair of sharp eyes, but their eyes are somewhat flawed. If they can't see far, they can only be like Sin Yiu-man.

Sin Yiu-man moved his upper and lower eyelids closer together, gradually finding a balance between looking into the distance and the brightness of his field of vision. When he reached the optimal point, he maintained the distance between his upper and lower eyelids, awkwardly squinting as he aligned the left and right sides of the target with the sights.

Next, find the top and bottom center points of the target, raise the muzzle slightly to the correct position, pull the trigger towards the air, quickly pull back the bolt, eject the spent cartridge, chamber a new round, return the muzzle to its original position, and pull the trigger again.

He got up, sat cross-legged on the ground, aimed at another target while seated, and fired three shots in quick succession.

"Left target, first shot hits the bullseye, second shot hits 1.5 cm above; Right target, first shot hits the bullseye 0.2 cm below, second shot hits 0.5 cm below, third shot hits 0.3 cm above and 0.2 cm to the left, Over."

"30 meters to the left and right, 5 meters to the front and back, change the position of the target at will, adjust the height, and get ready to stand 10 meters away from the target. Over."

“Copy.”

Sin Yiu-man stood up with his back to the target, closed his eyes and loaded the remaining 5 bullets into the magazine. When he heard Xie Zhanran's "starting gun fire," he quickly turned around, raised his gun, and searched for the target.

The first target was found 17 meters to the left of its original position, but he couldn't find the second target even after searching the entire area he had marked. He knew that Xie Zhanran must have tricked him by hiding the target in the bushes.

The canned food is predominantly olive brown, which is quite similar to the color of grass, making it difficult to spot in the grass.

After some effort, he gave up. He was self-aware enough to know that his eyesight was no match for that of a chosen one like Qi Longque. If he couldn't see, he couldn't see, and no amount of effort would help.

Aim at the target you find, without circling or calculating, fire two quick shots based on your instincts, and then fire one shot at each of the three suspected locations.

"The second shot hit the target, the others missed, the fourth shot was 30 centimeters away from the target, off to the right, Over."

"It was a fluke, over."

Xian Yaowen tossed the gun to Xie Tingyun, saying, "You can play with it," then picked up a .22 Colt Ranger pistol from the tarpaulin and crawled into the tall grass to look for the ring-necked pheasant.

After having a great time for a few hours, he arrived at the D'ABIS company building at 6:30 sharp.

Ava appeared after only two minutes.

Where should we eat?

“Anywhere is fine, I’ve already bought dinner.” Sin Yiu-man pointed to the back seat.

Ava glanced at it, then laughed and said, "So you're going to treat me to a 50-cent burger, and it's not even in the castle?"

"To be precise, it was 60 cents. I bought a weekend family meal."

"You're so thoughtful, you even prepared a Coke for me," Ava teased.

Xian Yaowen chuckled, opened the car door, and gestured for the princess to get in.

Ava rolled her eyes. "Christina was wearing yesterday's clothes this morning. She didn't go home last night, did she?"

"Actually, you can just ask directly. Yes, she was at my place last night, and we did it twice."

Ava rolled her eyes again. "So, I can only have 50 cents... oh no, 60 cents, with Coke."

"Don't rush to complain. Give me half an hour, and you will thank God for arranging for me to meet you."

"uh-huh?"

"boarding."

The two got into the car. Sin Yiu-man picked up the paper bag containing hamburgers from the seat, took out a small hamburger and handed it to Ava, then took one for himself, took a bite, and said, "Last year I started a company called Old Friends and registered the brand Hamburger Cake. A month ago, I registered three more brands: McDonald's, KFC, and Colorful Castle."

"The Colorful Castle?" Ava pulled the hamburger out of her mouth and pointed. "Targeting it?"

“Yeah, it’s all about White Castle.” Sin Yiu-man nodded. “White Castle is the most successful burger chain, and I’m going to beat it.”

"Is the colored castle meant to be sacrificed?"

"bingo."

Why did you register McDonald's and KFC? Does it have any special significance for you?

"No, as for why, you should be able to figure out the answer."

Ava thought for a moment, then exclaimed, "Don't tell me it's the antitrust law!"

"That's the answer."

Has the Friends business started yet?

"just."

"It's unbelievable that a company that has just started its business is worried about antitrust laws."

Sin Yiu-man took a bite of his hamburger and said jokingly, "Maybe in thirty years, maybe in twenty years, hamburger buns will be all over the world."

“Okay, I look forward to that day.” Ava also took a bite of her burger. “But this is your goal, your career, why should I share a 60-cent meal?”

"The burger tastes good."

“I thought you would invite me to ‘Le Pavillon’ or ‘La Caravelle’. I wore a beautiful dress, didn’t you see?”

"I see. Next time I'll treat you to a fancy restaurant; today it's just hamburgers. One question: do you know Chisholm Trail?"

"do not know."

"It doesn't matter if you don't know. In 1866, a Longhorn in Texas was worth $4, while in the North and East it was worth more than $40. Over the years, 500 million cattle were driven from Texas through the Chisholm Trail to Kansas and then transported along the Pacific Railroad to various places, and the value of Longhorn cattle increased tenfold."

In southern China, farmers treat cattle as members of the family and do not slaughter healthy cattle because they are important sources of labor; without cattle, they cannot cultivate enough farmland to grow enough food to feed themselves.

Sin Yiu-man gestured towards Ava with his lip. "My mother is from southern China. I grew up in southern China. Would you like to become a member of the Hepburn family, a Kansas Longhorn?"

Ava chuckled softly, "You want me to do things for you?"

"uh-huh."

Friends?

"No, another company, a 4A advertising agency."

"I've never heard of this company."

“Not surprising, 4A currently only operates in Hong Kong and Singapore.”

Ava hesitated for a moment before saying, "Darbis is a big company. Its clients include Coca-Cola, General Motors, Procter & Gamble, Heinz, and Philip Morris."

"And then what? What do you get? Condoms to carry with you; a business card for an abortion doctor, for which you have to pay for the medical expenses yourself; and the ability to work harder than a man and be legally paid half the salary of a man."

“60%,” Ava replied weakly, reaching into her bag to pull out a cigarette and light it.

"Wow, what a high salary." Xian Yaowen rolled down the car window a crack. "In the Flower Society, there is no distinction between genders or species. I only pay a salary that matches ability. If you have the ability, even a dog can get a high salary."

Your starting salary is $150 a week. If you feel you're worth $200, come talk to me, and I'll give you $200, or I'll fire you.

Ava exhaled a puff of white mist. "What if it's $2000?"

“My bottom line is 49% of the shares. If you think you’re worth it, no problem, take it all.”

"Really?"

Sin Yiu-man scoffed, "I like your confidence."

Ava smiled and said, "Just like you worry about antitrust laws, maybe one day I can get one."

"I look forward to that day."

The car arrived at a place with a bench, and the two got out. Sin Yiu-man bought two bottles of iced Coke from the vending machine to make up the missing 10 cents.

We sat on a bench, each person receiving a bottle.

What do you think of Christina?

"Big, sexy, you should know that better than I do."

I'm referring to work ability.

“A very good office manager, you deserve it.” Ava wiped the crumbs from her mouth. “So, it was just a fling?”

"She has a boyfriend, and I have a wife."

"Christina was in a good mood all day; she didn't even fire a secretary who made a mistake," Ava said pointedly.

"A big mistake?"

"It's big."

"Because it's big."

"what?"

"Her good mood."

Ava understood, then rolled her eyes. "You men always like to exaggerate your abilities."

“Just kidding.” Xian Yaowen shrugged. “Tomorrow, ask Christina if she’s interested in changing jobs.”

Wouldn't it be more formal if you told her yourself?

Do you know what Wallace's lines are?

"do not know."

“Between Borneo and Sulawesi, Bali and Lombok in Indonesia, there seems to be an invisible boundary separating the organisms on both sides. To the west of the boundary is the biota of Southeast Asia, and to the east is the biota of New Guinea. This boundary is the Wallace Line.”

"The flora and fauna on both sides are completely different?"

"About half are not quite the same."

"so amazing."

"It's not really that magical. It's just a difference in evolutionary direction and living environment. Some people have taken animals across the Wallace Line, but found that the animals have difficulty adapting to the environment on the other side."

Sin Yiu-man shrugged. "I'm trying to cross the Wallace line, but I'm worried that the change will be too big and Christina won't be able to adapt in time."

Ava suddenly realized, "Wow, this is the thoughtful side of the Playboy?"

"No, this is a businessman's philosophy. After we've eaten our fill, let's go see a show?"

“No, I don’t want to have much contact with my future boss in my daily life. That’s just how employees conduct themselves,” Ava said with a smile.

"So, you're taking a taxi home by yourself?"

"Life begins when you get home."

"Aha."

The next day.

At 8:00 a.m., Sin Yiu Man received a fax from Singapore. Chen Yongtai of Yongxing Bank and Lin Ashi of Hefa Bank had both settled the matter and recovered a total of RM630,000 in customer funds. After deducting operating expenses and bonuses, the net profit was RM350,000.

All the profits came from Chen Yongtai. He not only didn't make any money from Lin Ashi, but he also had to pay out nearly 6 Malaysian Ringgit.

He replied to the fax, informing them that the name of the Narcissus Bank would be "Galaxy," and the Chinese name would be "银河" (Yinhe), meaning a river flowing with silver that has no outlet to the sea but only meanders within its own borders.

The advertisement included the slogan "Galaxy Integrity, Sunshine for 180,000 Years," along with its source: "The Milky Way is about 180,000 light-years in diameter. Galaxy Bank takes integrity as its foundation. After traveling around for 180,000 years, light returns, bearing the scars of being ganged up on by Xia Construction, Mei Industry and Commerce, and Lan Agriculture. Looking back, Xian Yinhe is still that innocent young man."

Nine o'clock.

When Sin Yiu-man arrived at the flower shop, it was the same office as before, but there were more employees, and the workstations were even more cramped.

Clearly, it's time for the flower shop to move.

Instead of talking to Zheng Huixian, he started clapping as soon as he entered the office to attract the attention of the staff. Once everyone's eyes were on him, he said loudly, "Everyone, I am Adam. If you are not satisfied with your salary and feel that your abilities deserve a higher salary, you have six hours to think about how to convince me to recognize your abilities. I will be on the rooftop at 3 p.m. Come up to me and convince me."

As soon as he finished speaking, excited shouts erupted in the office.

He pushed through the excited crowd to the cart by the tea room door and said to the black man selling coffee, "One cup of coffee."

“Okay, sir,” the Black man replied, silently pouring coffee.

"what's your name?"

“Hollis, sir.”

"Oh, Hollis, how long have you been here?"

“Seven weeks.” Hollis placed a napkin under the cup and handed it to Sin Yiu-man. “Sir, your coffee.”

Sin Yiu-man took it. "How much?"

"Five cents, sir."

He took out some change from his pocket and handed it to Hollis, then asked, "What time do you usually get off work?"

"9:30, sir."

Did you hear what I just said?

"Yes, sir."

“I’ll stay until eight o’clock.” Sin Yiu-man raised his cup. “Thank you for the coffee. Have a nice day.”

He returned along the same route to his original workstation, placed the coffee next to Zheng Huixian, and said, "Please have some."

Zheng Huixian glanced at the cup, then looked at Xian Yaowen's face and said reproachfully, "Boss, I need to remind you that the Flower Society no longer belongs to you alone; there are two other shareholders."

“I haven’t forgotten.” Sin Yiu-man pointed to Priscilla Cheng’s cheek. “You could try using more body language when you speak in the future; your cheekbones are more prominent than last time.” (End of Chapter)