Hong Kong Storm: The King of Jobs

Chapter 53: More and more people
There are more and more scoundrels in the society.

Two years ago, the number of gang members in each group would not exceed 200, because there were so many docks and only a few ways to make money. If there were more people, the gang would not be able to support them.

Therefore, the head of the Shuifang Club, Shenxianjin, had more than a hundred capable and hard-working guys under him. In no time, he drove the Number Gang out of To Kwa Wan and made them all the same.

But it is no longer possible now. There is more money to be made and there are more competitors. Dadongjiu himself has more than 20 "Sijiuzi" (a kind of gangster) under him, all of whom have opened incense halls.

Dadongjiu's suggestion added a hint of intrigue to the eyes of the two uncles.

"Yes, this is a good idea. The society needs to find a way to make money."

"The more places there are, the more 49ers there are. The more 49ers there are, the larger the territory is. Besides, the pink stalls and the flower stalls all need manpower."

"Adong can use his brain, good, good."

"In that case, let's start with Yau Ma Tei. I'll go talk to Mr. Du."

The scholar ghost nodded, praised Dadongjiu in front of everyone, and then decided to thoroughly muddy the waters in Yau Ma Tei.

Dakouya didn't know that the boss of his society had done something to harm him. Even if he knew, he could do nothing about it. The world is big, and the boss is the most important. This is no joke.

He drove Hongtai's Honda Accord all the way back to Heyi Restaurant at lightning speed. The lunch break had just ended, the waiters were cleaning up, and the parking attendant at the door was sitting on the steps smoking.

"cheer up."

Big Mouth Duck got out of the driver's seat with the car keys still inserted in the Honda Accord. He said something to the lazy parking attendant and walked into the Heyi Restaurant.

"Brother Duck."

"Brother Duck."

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The waiters and receptionists who were cleaning the room quickly greeted Big Mouth Duck.

"All good! All good!"

"A big bowl of wontons with three delicacies, a plate of green vegetables, and a plate of barbecued pork. The barbecued pork should be a little fatter."

Big Mouth Duck hadn't eaten all day and was now growling with hunger. After giving the instructions, he went upstairs.

At the innermost part of the second floor, there is a small office. This is Hongtai’s office. Hongtai has invested in the Heyi Restaurant. The restaurant boss will not say anything about opening an office the size of a palm.

After entering the office, Dakouya first looked for a charger to charge his pager. Of course, the pager was out of power when he was taken to the police station. During these three days, many people must have tortured him.

He watched the indicator light of the pager light up before putting it aside, sitting in Hongtai's original chair, and smoking.

Five minutes later, a waiter came into the office carrying wontons, Chinese cabbage and barbecued pork and placed them in front of him.

Big Mouth Duck nodded to the waiter, threw him a cigarette, said "Sorry for the trouble!", then picked up the chopsticks, picked up a piece of barbecued pork and put it in his mouth.

"Boss, you're back."

A short mule in jeans hurried into the office, bumped into the waiter who was delivering the food, and then came to Big Mouth Duck.

Big Duck ate a wonton, looked up at his henchman, put down the spoon, took out the money given by the scholar ghost from his pocket, divided it into four bundles, and threw them on the desk.

"Bo Zai, go to the Xiangjiangzai Cemetery and buy a plot of land for the boss. The boss likes to see the sea, so pick a plot with a view of the sea."

"Use the remaining money to buy gold ingot candles, and then go to Kowloon Funeral Home to reserve the largest mourning hall, and let the brothers who haven't started work decorate it." "By the way, how is the business of the place?"

Big Mouth Duck picked up the soup bowl, took a sip, and then asked about the business.

Bo Zai sat on the chair opposite Dakouya, took the money from the table, counted it briefly, and put it in his pocket, complaining: "In the past three days, the anti-gangster police from Organized Crime and Triads have been watching all day, and the perverts don't come to the store. Ma Lan's business is a mess."

"The business of prostitutes and massage parlors is good, and there are as many rich men as before."

"Boss, several of our bars and nightclubs were taken away by that loser Silly Feng, and that stinky guy Handsome Sheng also took away an entire street. Many of our brothers are out of work."

"Everyone is waiting for you to come back and lead us back."

Bo Zai complained a few words, then looked at Big Mouth Duck expectantly, waiting for his orders.

Dakouya didn't answer. Instead, he finished his wontons, burped happily, took out a cigarette, threw one to Bo Zai who was sitting opposite him, and lit it himself: "Grandpa wants to talk about numbers, but what about his mother?"

"Diao Naxing, we must avenge the boss."

"Tell the ships to keep their ears open and wait for news from me."

"Go! I want to finish the boss's funeral!"

Dakouya made his attitude clear and let Bozai go about his business. He then opened the safe and threw the remaining two bundles of banknotes into it.

Knowing that Dakouya had returned, the four-nine guys who were in charge of watching the place went to Heyi Restaurant to meet him. They all complained that the place had been taken over, business was difficult, and then they gave their accounts.

Dakouya, who was already familiar with the process, took out his account book and wrote down every single thing, then locked all the money in the safe and made it clear that he would avenge Hongtai.

Some came, and of course some didn't.

The well-fed and well-drained Big Duck went out with his men, greeting every household and collecting all the money that had not been received.

"Drip drip"

"Drip drip"

Big Mouth Duck, who originally wanted to go to Hongsheng Bird House to cause trouble for Chi Mengli, was stopped by the pager on his waist. He took it out and found that it was an unfamiliar number, so he walked to a public telephone booth on the street to call the paging station.

The person who called him was the Japanese guy Tian Si whom he had met before, and he wanted to meet him tonight.

Dakouya had an impression of this traitor and was also very interested in the damn happy pills in his hand, so he called Tiansi and made an appointment to have a good chat at Heyi Restaurant at nine o'clock in the evening.

After hanging up the phone, he threw a cigarette into his mouth and strode towards Hongsheng Queguan.

The mahjong parlors in Hong Kong are like a treasure trove. The children of Guangdong are hot-tempered and love to gamble. Gambling is prohibited in Hong Kong, with the exception of mahjong. To be honest, mahjong is more attractive than a world beauty pageant champion taking off all her clothes.

Even a pervert will enter the so-called sage time the moment he draws his gun.

But there is no so-called sage time in mahjong. It is a stimulant. Just touching the small mahjong tiles can make you forget about time.

A commission of 110 yuan makes money faster than robbing a bank. But unfortunately, Hong Kong's mahjong king, Tai Zi Hui, only cooperates with the water room, and other dealers have no chance of getting involved.

The big-mouthed duck pushed open the glass door, walked into the sparrow house, and looked around.

Lie, who was sitting at the front desk watching the scene, of course knew this red stick from the Donglian Society. He immediately stood up, whispered something to Xizai beside him, asked him to go upstairs to find Brother Sheng, and then he went up himself.

(End of this chapter)