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

Chapter 66 Regular Army!
Hollywood East Disco.

Qin Ziheng was waiting at the door at the appointed time.

Not far away, two camouflage-painted H20s and a Lincoln drove over.

As soon as the car stopped and the door opened, Qin Ziheng was startled.

I saw a group of people wearing black combat uniforms and sunglasses silently jumped out of the car and stood in two rows.

Then, the door of the Lincoln opened and Wang Yaotang, also wearing a black combat uniform, stepped out of the car.

"This is He Shengyi's Little God of Wealth, Wang Yaotang." The manager of the disco next to Qin Ziheng was also shocked, but fortunately he reacted quickly and immediately whispered a reminder.

Qin Ziheng swallowed his saliva and was startled. He thought he was in trouble and almost turned around and ran away...

After calming down, his eyes lit up, "Double red sticks, what a grand occasion!"

The first impression was great!
very good!
Wearing a black combat uniform and black sunglasses, he looks heroic, capable, and has a solemn temperament. Just looking at him makes people feel safe!
Think about the previous Shark Kun, wearing a green suit and floral shirt, he didn’t look like a good guy.

Looking at his men again, they were wearing the same black training uniforms. Although they were not standing straight and their formation was not neat, they all had stern faces and held the T-shaped batons at their waists. When he thought that these people were protecting him, he suddenly felt safe and spoke loudly.

Think again about Shark Kun’s henchmen, they were dressed in all kinds of clothes, had all kinds of hairstyles, walked crookedly, and were sloppy... Of course, just looking at them made people feel uneasy and they didn’t dare to speak loudly.

"Mr. Qin, Thunder Monkey."

"Haha, Brother Yao, I've heard people say that Brother Yao is young and promising, and his subordinates are strong. But now it seems that you are still conservative. Too conservative." Qin Ziheng held Wang Yaotang's hand and laughed loudly.

"Thank you for the compliment." Wang Yaotang smiled reservedly.

He specially drew this combat uniform and then asked Lao Li to customize it. 200 sets cost more than 4 yuan, but the production volume was too small.

The T-shaped baton was made in a factory and sprayed black. At that time, the Royal Police had not yet started using it.

"I'm not praising you, to be honest, it's really impressive!" Qin Ziheng looked around again, clicking his tongue.

Not only him, but also the disco waiter behind him and the pedestrians on both sides of the street, all looked at the thugs standing in two rows.

I couldn't make out the buzzing discussion, but I could imagine it was praise.

This made the 30 selected brothers stand straighter, with their chests and heads held high.

They shook hands, exchanged pleasantries, introduced their subordinates to each other, and then walked into the disco side by side.

Qin Ziheng took Wang Yaotang on a tour, then sat down in the back office to drink tea and talk business. "I previously cooperated with the British Association Press, and the viewing fee was 5. We should follow the same rules. What do you think, Brother Yao?"

"10." Wang Yaotang stretched out a finger.

Qin Ziheng frowned immediately, retracting his previous good first impression, "Brother Yao, Caishen doesn't do it this way, and Shengyi's signboard is not as famous as Donglianshe's."

"I'm using a double-flowered red stick to hang two signs. Are they loud enough?" Wang Yaotang looked over and smiled.

"It doesn't make sense to double the price." Qin Ziheng still felt it was too expensive. How much did he earn? "At this price, I can find a Tiao Li or Xin Ji store."

"Are some of the dwarf mules in Tiaoli and Xinji regular people?" Wang Yaotang pointed outside.

"You..." Qin Ziheng wanted to say that she was just a show-off, but he felt that she was not. He frowned, unable to describe his feelings.

"We are different."

"Ah?" Qin Ziheng frowned. The club is small? No internal fighting?

Of course, this question cannot be asked.

"I'm different from other clubs. I do legitimate business. Boss Qin should have heard of it. I'm Hongdou Clothing." Wang Yaotang said with a smile.

Qin Ziheng laughed out loud. Not only had he heard of it, he had also used it. It was indeed interesting. "This is a unique business in Hong Kong Island. It's very profitable. You are worthy of being called the Little God of Wealth."

"We have just started out, and it's not worth mentioning right now. We estimate that the turnover this year will be just over 3000 million." Wang Yaotang smiled, lowered his head, picked up the teacup and took a sip.

Qin Ziheng's mouth twitched. What a pretentious guy! Several of my companies don't have that much cash flow!
"We will explore the markets of Haojiang, Taiwan, Malaysia and the Philippines in the future. We will see if we can achieve a turnover of over 100 million next year." Wang Yaotang looked at Qin Ziheng with a smile, "Once this side is stable, we will add some sex toys and related film and television business. This is a complete industrial chain in my design."

Qin Ziheng: You make me look stupid! "Hahaha, just bragging, Boss Qin, don't take it seriously. What I want to say is that I don't like fans. They don't make much money, the police are watching them closely, and they have no future. So, there will be no fans in my place."

"Honestly?" Qin Ziheng sat up straight.

"Really not selling fans?" Qin Ziheng confirmed again.

It's ridiculous for a club not to sell fans, just like a whore not to sell smiles, or a short mule not to be polite.

But when I think about the fact that Wang Yaotang’s businesses make more money than my own, then... it’s very credible!

Who would sell powder if there is a legitimate industry? Not even myself!

"Definitely and definitely!" Wang Yaotang nodded heavily. "Just look at the market, as long as there is no loss. Find a job for my brothers. They all follow me, and I can't just watch them starve."

"With Brother Yao's guarantee, I have no problem with that. I'll pay 12!"

This fan thing does attract some people, but they are all fucking rotten people. They cause trouble every day and get raided by the police. The bosses hate them, but there is nothing they can do.

This is not America, many people don't smoke.

"Thank you very much for your support, Mr. Qin." Wang Yaotang smiled and extended his hand.

After discussing the business, we drank tea and chatted about business, Hong Kong policy, and the international situation...

As for men, when they get together, they either talk about women or politics, regardless of age or nationality. The more they talked, the more surprised Qin Ziheng was. Wang Yaotang was very knowledgeable on every topic, which made him feel that he had gained a lot.

This is fucking Young and Dangerous?!
It turns out that I am not worthy of being a gangster!

Outrageous!

After chatting for a while, Wang Yaotang looked at his watch, saw that he had an appointment with another family, and got up to say goodbye.

With the preparation here, it will be easy to negotiate with the other company.

The two discos have a monthly viewing fee of NT$24, plus parking, buying cigarettes for customers and other services, the monthly income will not be less than NT$35!
Excluding the share of revenue from the association, the income is 28.

In 80, the per capita GDP of Hong Kong Island was US$5700, or US$475 per month, equivalent to HKD 3500.

A ratio of per capita GDP to per capita income between 1.5:1 and 2:1 is generally considered to be relatively healthy, but considering Hong Kong Island's labor-intensive industrial structure, this ratio is even lower.

Based on the 2:1 calculation, the per capita income should be 1750.

Per capita, those who understand will understand, especially Hong Kong Island, which has the seventh-highest wealth gap in the world...

Therefore, even if the younger brother's salary is 1500, this income is enough to support 185 people.

Of course, as management staff, the salaries of the "four-nine guys" will be higher, and there are also management fees, training fees, clothing fees, etc.

If we start a film, the resettlement expenses, medical expenses, nutrition expenses, bail fees... should be enough to support 100 people.

Nearly half of the problem was solved at once, and Wang Yaotang was very satisfied.

After the two families finished talking, on the way back, Aji suddenly asked, "Brother Yao, I will dress like this from now on. Do I need formal training?"

"Of course, I don't have as many members as the big gangs, so I have to work hard in other areas to build a regular army. When you start a film, you need momentum. When my men, all in black combat uniforms and holding T-shaped batons, line up on the street, it will scare the other side to death."

"I choose!" Ajie's blood boiled when he thought of this scene.

Wang Yaotang touched his chin and glanced back and forth at the faces of several people with ill intent, making them feel creepy.

"Yaoyaoyao, Brother Yao, don't look at me like that, I'm scared." Awei shrank his neck.

“Hahahaha!” Wang Yaotang grinned. “When I have money, I’ll find a school to cooperate with and send all of you to school.”

"what?!"

"No!"

There was a burst of screams like ghosts howling in the car!
(End of this chapter)