Hong Kong Island: From a small stall to a global supplier

Chapter 25 Negotiations with Xinhe and the Horse Fence
In the ward, Datou Sheng's upper body was wrapped up like a mummy, and there was a big swelling on the left side of his head, which was caused by Wang Yaotang's whip kick when he turned right yesterday.

On the sofa next to the bed, a thin middle-aged man with slightly gray hair, wearing a black polo shirt and high cheekbones was looking at Wang Yaotang with a smile, a gold tooth shining.

"Brother Sheng, Uncle Cheng." Wang Yaotang greeted them with a smile. The bespectacled man put the fruit basket on the table beside him and quietly left.

"What are you doing here?" Datousheng glared at him with a cold face.

"I'm here to remove the needle and send you away. Is that a problem?" Wang Yaotang said, unable to hold back his laughter.

"Fuck your mother!" Datousheng sat up straight suddenly. His head started to feel dizzy again and he had a concussion.

"Don't be like this, Uncle Cheng, you saw it, I was just kidding, his little brother said that." Wang Yaotang pursed his lips and spread his hands, looking innocent, "Brother Sheng, I came to you to visit Uncle Cheng and solve the problem. All this fighting and killing is bleeding my wallet."

"Are you qualified to talk to me?" Jin Yacheng looked at Wang Yaotang with a half-smile.

A boomerang suddenly stabbed over. Jin Yacheng was the head of Xinhe, but they were two generations apart. Strictly speaking, Datousheng and Guanzaisen were of the same generation. Of course, if someone pulled out their flag, everything they said would be false.

"When it comes to business, there's no such thing as big or small. It's enough as long as everyone can make money." Wang Yaotang patted Datousheng's leg without any politeness, asked him to move inside, and sat down on the hospital bed.

"Okay, let's talk about business. Return the two horse pens first." Jin Yacheng's face immediately lost expression.

"Brother Sheng, what do you say?" Wang Yaotang turned his head to look over.

Datousheng turned his head away and said nothing.

"Uncle Cheng, look." Wang Yaotang spread his hands again, "You are the elder, it doesn't matter, I can't hit Brother Sheng in the face."

Jin Yacheng shook his head and sighed. He didn't know how to make money, didn't know how to eat brains, and still wanted to save face. What could he, as a big boss, do?

"I see." Wang Yaotang said with a smile, "I came here to visit the injured but didn't bring any gifts. I've accepted the bills from the girls in the stable. Consider it my apology. There are some things that we, as servants, can't do anything about."

"Really?" Datousheng looked at Wang Yaotang in surprise.

Malan, another name for a brothel.

What are core assets?
Debt!

What is the difference between Malan and Loufeng?
Ma Lan: If you or your family owes a debt to the society, you can become a prostitute to pay off the debt.

Lou Feng: You can voluntarily come out to earn money. You just need to hang the flag of a certain society and pay a monthly fee, and you can work in the area controlled by the society.

Miss Malan's debts are all high-interest loans. If she doesn't find a rich man or can't sell the goods, it will be almost impossible for her to pay them off.

Of course, the ladies in Malan need to be changed frequently. What they want when they go out to play is freshness. There are only a few of them every time and there will be no repeat customers. Therefore, there will usually be ladies transferring between the various clubs in Malan.

It’s similar to the transfer of football players, they are both sports after all.

Without the girl, two empty stables are of little use.

"No, that won't work. I want to take some of them away!" Datousheng immediately quit.

His flag was pulled out, but the girl's account had nothing to do with Ma Lan, so how could Wang Yaotang take advantage of her?

"Brother Sheng, you are going to throw the rest of your stinky stuff to me, you think I am your pleasure bucket!" Wang Yaotang said in a deep voice: "I am paying to pay off the debt, not robbing!"

"Not for sale!" Datousheng pointed at Wang Yaotang and yelled.

Wang Yaotang looked at Jin Yacheng helplessly, "Uncle Cheng, let's talk. Brother Sheng is feeling dizzy."

"Okay, what do you want to talk about?" Jin Yacheng asked with a smile.

Wang Yaotang turned around and shouted to the outside of the door, "Four Eyes, bring the person in."

After a while, a tall woman pushed the door open and walked in, "Brother Yao."

A prostitute who had just started construction at Champagne Building, with a great figure, was brought here by Wang Yaotang for money. "What are you doing, sending a girl?" Datousheng was confused.

"Change your clothes and show them to the two bosses." Wang Yaotang raised his chin.

"Okay, Brother Yao." The woman responded and took off all her clothes.

She took out a set of white clothes from her bag, and after a moment...

"What are you standing there for? Why don't you go and check Brother Sheng's illness? Brother Sheng is very angry right now!" Wang Yaotang waved his hand and said while trying not to laugh.

"Brother, where do you feel uncomfortable? Let me help you take a look." Sister Feng walked to the head of the bed with a cat-like step, bent into an S shape, and stretched out her hand to draw circles all the way down on Datousheng's body. "Ah, is this inside? You have to bear it."

Datousheng’s eyes widened. This is a hospital, the scene is so damn consistent!
“Alright.” Wang Yaotang stopped him in time and pretended to scold him, “I asked you to perform, but I didn’t let you molest Brother Sheng. You are rude!”

Datousheng: "I advise you not to meddle in other people's business!"

"Change into another set." Wang Yaotang ordered, and then looked at Datousheng, "Let's talk about business, serious matters, you awful guy!"

My head is hard, my fists are hard, I’m going to fight you to death!
Jin Yacheng crossed his legs and put his hand on his forehead, "Lie down, you are injured."

While talking, Fengjie changed into another set, "Chiffon See-through Republic of China Style"

In the 80s, the remnants of the Shanghai era were still alive. Datousheng felt that he could still handle this style, but Jin Yacheng couldn't help but sit up straight, staring at the opening in the underwear.

Datousheng curled his lips secretly and said, "You are still talking about me."

"Okay, change it back. It's none of your business." Wang Yaotang waved his hand. "It's a new model that has just been designed and has not yet been sent to the garment factory."

Watching Feng Jie taking off her clothes, Jin Yacheng let out a sigh of relief. He is now at this age and had played a lot when he was young, so it is rare for him to be so sexually aroused. This set of clothes is quite something!
The sound of the door closing was heard. Wang Yaotang didn't say anything. He took out a cigarette and handed it to the two of them. They smoked one together, slowly.

After a while, Jin Yacheng spoke, "Tell me, Yaozi, what do you want to do."

"I give Tongxin the right of priority to purchase the goods, so he can get the goods a week in advance." Wang Yaotang said in a deep voice.

"What about the price?"

"Same as Xinji and Tiaoli."

Without waiting for Jin Yacheng to say anything, Da Tou Sheng shouted, "Not enough. I've seen the stuff, and I can find someone to make it myself. Why should I ask you for it?"

"You've seen Giordano, too." Wang Yaotang looked at him with sympathy, "Brother Sheng, everyone has their own strengths. Don't force yourself. The most important thing in life is to be happy."

"What did you say?" Datousheng was unable to react for a moment.

"Take the skin!" Jin Yacheng couldn't stand it any longer. He was the boss, not a businessman, but he was not like Datousheng who had no business sense at all. "Tong Xinhe wants to invest."

"Sure." Wang Yaotang said indifferently, "At worst, I can open another brand. I open one and you can join one. It's not possible to join Shengyi!"

"The price we offer you is very cheap. You can sell as much as you buy. There is no inventory pressure, the risk is small, and it is very profitable!"

Jin Yacheng smacked his lips. He was just trying it out and didn’t hold out much hope. “Others can buy from your store, so why don’t you sell it? I want exclusive rights!”

"Uncle Cheng, production takes time. It takes ten minutes to make one piece, and an hour is only six pieces. The sewing machine is sending sparks. How can it be that fast?"

Jin Yacheng frowned, there were some things he really couldn't understand, but he knew that the clothes were sexy enough and would definitely make the place hot.

"I'll take care of all the Big Four, you are not allowed to sell it to anyone else in the Big Four."

"I don't care. I'll be happy if you take 10 pieces at a time, Uncle Cheng. As long as you can handle it, I'll be even happier if you give all of Kowloon to you, not to mention the Big Four. It saves store opening costs, labor costs, and inventory pressure." Wang Yaotang said with a smile, "Uncle Cheng, you can say this to the Big Four. If someone asks me, I'll say I gave it all to Tongxinhe. But if other companies insist on taking it from me, you know it's hard for me to refuse now."

"Okay." Jin Yacheng agreed without hesitation. He went to meet with other leaders of other clubs, from the top to the bottom. He didn't believe that anyone would turn against him just for a few thousand yuan a month.

Wang Yaotang showed his delight. Taking over Malan and developing a big channel dealer, what a win-win situation!
(End of this chapter)