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

Chapter 32: Three Brothers

The search area is not limited to Choi Hung Estate. Next to Choi Hung Estate is Ping Shek Estate.

He has so many younger brothers under him, some from Oi Man Estate and some from Lok Wah South Estate.

There are four villages and a low-income population of nearly 20. Aji assigned the tasks and drove them around. He believed that he would find enough targets within two days.

While Aji was doing some work, Wang Yaotang turned back to the house. He had to make a design plan, or to be more precise, the client's design direction. He couldn't just tell the decoration team, "It doesn't matter, as long as it looks good!"

If pushed to the limit, the decorator will kill someone!

The horse pen is only about 200 square meters in total, the space is too small...

Just as he was writing something on a piece of white paper, there was a knock on the door outside. "Brother Yao, someone is looking for you. They say they are from Xinhe."

Wang Yaotang frowned and said, "Come in."

The door opened and three young men with bandages on their bodies, looking excited and nervous, walked in.

Wang Yaotang: ???

Is there no one here for Tong Xinhe? Send three injured soldiers to discuss matters?
"Brother Yao!" The three of them bowed 90 degrees in unison, "We want to follow you."

Wang Yaotang was so frustrated on the spot.

too suddenly.

"No, wait a minute." Wang Yaotang took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

Tong Xinhe’s younger brother wanted to follow him. Suddenly he remembered the previous system prompt. The three of them were facing each other!
"Why?" Wang Yaotang still wanted to ask.

"Brother Yao is a good man." said one of them.

Wang Yaotang: Why are you still cursing?

"Brother Yao, you are really kind to me, even to outsiders like us."

"Come with me and go out to kill people." Wang Yaotang said in a deep voice.

"Just chop them up if you want. I'm afraid that big brother won't do anything about it."

Wang Yaotang tapped his fingers on the table. The system would never lie to him. It couldn't be an undercover agent.

This is the first time in my life that I’ve been admired by someone, it’s quite…

Hold it in, don’t laugh, be cool!

"Okay, I'll talk to Datousheng about the transfer." Wang Yaotang looked at the three people and asked, "What's your name?"

"My name is Cai Liming, and everyone calls me Ali."

"Jiao Wenzhe, everyone calls me Shazhe."

"Yao Lianghui, everyone calls me Dakouhui."

"Ali, Shaze, Dakouhui, all right, go back and recuperate first."

“No need, Brother Yao.” Ali waved his arms, which were wrapped like dumplings, “It won’t interfere with my work.”

Wang Yaotang understood the eagerness of the others to show off in front of the new boss, but, "If you go out like this, people will think that I, Wang Yaotang, have no one to use me."

He took the bag next to him and pulled out a wad of money. "Come here, 500 each. Go back and take good care of it."

The three of them looked at each other, and their eyes suddenly turned red.

"No, why are you crying?" Wang Yaotang gritted his teeth.

Could it be that worshiping oneself is a sign of mental problems?

Can't you?
"No." Ali rubbed his eyes and said with a smile: "I started to be a gangster when I was 15 years old. It's been 8 years. I was a bad boy for 2 years, a blue lantern for 3 years, and a 3er for years. This is the first time that the boss gave me money without doing anything."

Oguchi Teru: “I’ve been doing this for 7 years.”

Shaze: “I’ve been doing this for 9 years.”

Everyone spoke a word, and Wang Yaotang didn't know what to say.

From the 70s to the 90s, the four Asian tigers rose up by taking advantage of the opportunity of developed countries transferring labor-intensive industries.

During this process, Hong Kong's economy did take off, and this was driven by using more than two million lower-class people as fuel to ignite the machine.

The economy took off, the city prospered, housing prices soared, and the rich reached the top.

Then, the only thing that remains unchanged is that the people at the bottom are still the people at the bottom, and the pigeon cage is still the pigeon cage.

"Go back and get well. I have a lot of things for you to do. I'm afraid you'll find it tiring." Wang Yaotang smiled and waved his hand. "Don't worry, Brother Yao."

"No way."

After the three men left, Wang Yaotang sat there for a while and suddenly laughed. What the hell was he thinking? Why should he, a mere idiot, care about the Governor's concerns? Was he worthy of that?
Neuropathy!
He picked up the phone and called Datousheng to tell him about the three of them.

Datousheng cursed a few words and the matter was dropped. They were just three old men with no future, and apart from being a little embarrassed, there was no other impact.

You can also promote newcomers, but newcomers are easier to cheat!

……

Meiyuan Building.

Guan Zaisen was playing mahjong with a few retired old guys again. Zhu Bitong pushed the door open, walked over and whispered something.

"Ah!" Guan Zaisen slammed the cards on the table. For a moment, his expression became ferocious. "He bought a car?"

"What car? How much?"

The other three old men exchanged glances with each other, raised the corners of their mouths, and silently transformed into old wild animals, eating melons online.

"A new model of Lincoln Continental. I don't know how much it cost, but I bought it from Niu from Dabu." Zhu Bi Tong glanced at the three old guys.

"This car must be worth hundreds of thousands!" Guan Zaisen took a deep breath and looked at the three old men expressionlessly, "Sorry, I have something to do today. I'll play tomorrow. I'll play tomorrow."

"Guan Zaisen, you are such a jerk to chase people away at this time!" said an old man with an unhappy face.

Guan Zaisen's face darkened, "Otherwise I'll leave!"

"Disappointment!"

"Bad guy!"

"Guan Zai Sen, your little brother is a rebel, can you handle him? Why don't you let him come with me? I'll pay him a transfer fee. I'm a tough guy, I'm not afraid of bad luck!"

"Pounce on your mother!" Guan Zaisen was so angry that he exploded, "Get lost!"

"Pick, people born in the Year of the Dog don't know how to appreciate kindness!"

Zhu Bi Tong silently took two steps back, lowered his head and pretended that he saw nothing.

He swept the mahjong in front of him away and angrily took a few sips from the teapot, "Where did this bastard get the money? I spent more than 100,000 yuan beating Tong Xin and him!"

“Is this clothing business really that profitable?”

The whole person was jealous beyond recognition!

"I heard that all the girls from Xinhe stayed. Datousheng has gone crazy. Do you want to get rid of the debt?"

"Fuck his mother!" Guan Zaisen became angrier and angrier as he thought about it, gritting his teeth.

He was angry that he had planned something, but Wang Yaotang didn't get hurt at all and took the opportunity to become successful. He was even more angry that this guy made so much money but was unwilling to lend a little to the big boss!
Who accepted you into the club?

Traitor!
Hem home shovel!
"I heard..." Zhu Bitong's voice was a little trembling.

"What are you talking about? You're stumbling."

"Yesterday, A Yao arranged for Xing Hong to be in Xinji's place."

"Who? Ahong?" Guan Zaisen stood up suddenly and stared at Zhu Bitong, "Are you sure it's Ahong, the driver who works for the boss?"

"That's about right. I heard from the people at Xinji that people from Tiao Lin and Yinglian News Agency were invited over by A Yao." As he said that, Zhu Bi Tong wiped the sweat off his forehead. He was afraid that his fellow Taoist Ming was missing.

Guan Zaisen was also afraid, "Why did he entertain Ah Hong? Could it be that he wanted Ah Hong to report Dao Youming's affairs to the master?"

Zhubitong shook his head.

"Damn it, we can't wait any longer, we have to find a way!" Guan Zaisen paced back and forth in the room, always feeling a chill on his neck.

After a while, Guan Zaisen stopped walking and said, "Arrange someone to keep a close eye on that idiot. What has he been doing recently? Who has he sold the goods to? How much has he sold? What's the price? Then come back and tell me!"

"Okay." Zhu Bitong nodded, "Then I'll go do my work first."

"Go ahead." After the man left, Guan Zaisen locked the door from the inside, stood in front of the phone and thought again and again, gritted his teeth, picked up the phone and dialed, "Hello, Shark Kun, it's me,"

"Damn, it's only tens of thousands of dollars. Are you afraid that I can't pay it back? I have something else to ask you."

"It's a way to get rich, do you want to do it?"

(End of this chapter)