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

Chapter 72 Midnight Lover
Taxis were parked in a long queue downstairs of the Youlian Building. Hundreds of people got off the taxis, blocking a section of the street. This immediately alerted the thugs roaming around the Youlian area.

A group of newspaper vendors gathered and headed straight for the Youlian Building. The gang members who had horse pens here looked at each other and came forward with gritted teeth, "Stop, what are you doing?"

"Newspaper vendor?"

Wang Yaotang has been supervising the training at school recently, so I will report to Awei.

"It's probably because of the price increase. Brother Wei should go and meet him. Even if they can't come to an agreement, Brother Yao can take care of it then." Old Song suggested.

Awei nodded, he really shouldn’t let Brother Yao worry about everything.

Awei didn't go downstairs, and he couldn't let so many people come up, so he selected seven leading newspaper vendors to come up.

"If you have anything to say, you can tell me now."

"Sick Cat Wei, we want to see Brother Yao."

"Yes, meet Brother Yao."

"No matter who wants to see Brother Yao, they have to get past me first." Awei snorted.

"Okay, let me tell you first." The leader said loudly, "Two price increases in just one week, isn't that too much!"

"You make ten times the profit from a piece of clothing, which is more than your mother's." Awei felt distressed when talking about this.

"That's what we deserve. Without us, what can Cai Shenyao use to fight against Shark Kun?"

"Yes, you and Shengyi would have already tied with the East Union Society. How ungrateful!"

"Fuck your mother, you are a bunch of losers who were beaten like dog shit by Shark Kun. You sold our goods because you wanted to make money and flatter yourself. You are a bunch of greedy ghosts, how can you deserve it!" A Wei pointed at their noses and cursed.

"Okay, Sick Cat Wei, let's not talk about the past. We can continue to help you sell the goods, but you are not allowed to raise the price anymore."

"The price will definitely go up later. If you want to do it, do it. If not, get out."

"Bing Maowei, be honest, believe it or not, none of us newspaper vendors will sell your goods. We rely on those dozen stores, and our inventory will crush you!"

I used to make 400 yuan a day, but now I can only make 300 yuan. Earning less means losing money.

Awei frowned and was a little frightened for a moment.

"The company's 30 stores are enough to cover the whole of Hong Kong. For every one we sell you, we can give you eight. You don't have to worry about the inventory, and sexy clothing will not be out of season." Old Song stepped forward and replied with a smile.

"Yes, the company will do it itself!" Awei said loudly.

"You, okay, okay, you sick cat, this is what you said, just wait." The leading newspaper vendor did not expect that this side would not retreat at all, and angrily called on others to leave.

Seeing that everyone had left, A Wei asked with some concern, "Will it have any impact if they really don't sell it anymore?"

"There are more than 2000 newspaper vendors, how could they all be obedient?" Old Song smiled and shook his head. He has seen a lot of such things over the past few decades.

When several people brought down the bad news, hundreds of newspaper vendors were filled with indignation and cursed Shengyi for being ungrateful and Wang Yaotang for abandoning him.

Of course, they just cursed at each other. Not to mention that they didn't dare to conflict with the people from the society, someone called the police and hundreds of people gathered. Two PTUs rushed to support them as soon as possible.

The crowd took taxis and dispersed, and the police finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Wang Yaotang only learned about this in the afternoon and didn't take it seriously.

……

"Wu Xinlu!"

"Bucktooth Huan!"

It was around six in the morning, in front of the Hongdou Clothing Jordan store.

"What are you doing here?" they both asked in unison.

"Didn't you say you wouldn't sell their goods?" X2
"Pull over, we agreed that you are not allowed to come and buy goods!"

"Then what are you here for?"

"Let me see who's talking like he's farting!"

"Wu Xinlu, Bucktooth Huan, you..." Another newspaper vendor came over.

"Ahem, let's monitor and see if anyone is not keeping their word."

"You old guys, stop pretending. If you don't want to take the goods, don't block the door!" A thug sneered as he opened the shutter door of Hongdou Clothing.

The three of them looked at each other, took steps together and bumped into each other, grinned awkwardly, and gave way to each other a little, taking five times more goods than usual.

……

"Bucktooth Huan, you are so picky. We agreed that no one is allowed to take the goods. What are you doing?" A newspaper vendor stared at the clothes hanging on Bucktooth Huan's stall and cursed with gritted teeth.

"This is what's left over from before." Bucktooth Huan said with his neck stiff.

"You old shit, you said you sold out last night." "I, I didn't!"

"You loser, we didn't even want you to sell, and you're the only one eating all the food."

Seeing that he couldn't deny it, Bucktooth Huan cursed back, "I asked your wife to sleep with me, do you want to listen, you idiot!"

"I beat you to death!"

"Fuck you!"

Two newspaper vendors were fighting in the street.

This scene was repeated in various places in Hong Kong Island and the news quickly spread.

……

"These newspaper vendors are so funny. Instead of forcing Wang Yaotang to lower his prices, they started fighting among themselves."

"That's because you don't have much experience. I knew it was like this a long time ago. Back then, newspaper vendors had their own associations. If you wanted to sell newspapers well, you had to pay for it first. Otherwise, no matter how good your work was, you wouldn't be able to sell it."

"and after?"

"Later, the British Hong Kong government took action, killing and arresting people, and the group dispersed."

"That didn't hold true anymore?"

"The Hong Kong British government's red line, whoever touches it will die, slowly it will become a pile of loose sand, haha, it's good to be scattered, the little god of wealth doesn't like this channel, I don't mind, set up a few warehouses in Yau Tsim Mong, and then contact those newspaper vendors."

"How much do we sell it for?"

"It's 8 yuan cheaper than Little God of Wealth."

"Haha, Wang Yaotang will be furious if he finds out."

"It's business. He was the one who wanted to quarrel with the newspaper vendor. What does it have to do with us?"

"Yeah."

……

"Brother Yao, our clothing sales have dropped a lot in the past week."

As soon as Wang Yaotang arrived at the company in the afternoon, Awei came up to him.

"How much?"

“It’s down 20% from last week.”

"Oh, you all know about the month-on-month comparison." Wang Yaotang joked with a smile, opened the refrigerator, took out two bottles of Coke and threw one to Awei.

"I learned this from Lao Song. The sales department has statistical data every day." Awei said with a smile.

“A natural decline or some other reason?”

"Old Song said no, our store's sales have not only not dropped but increased. It must be a problem with the newspaper vendor. I've arranged for my younger brother to check it out."

As he was speaking, there was a knock on the office door.

"Come in."

Wei Tao pushed the door open and Old Song walked in.

"Boss, General Manager, similar products have appeared on the market, and I asked someone to buy them back." Old Song put the thing in his hand on the coffee table and opened it.

The same plastic packaging comes with a promotional image.

A design that seems to be true but is not.

Exactly the same material.

Wang Yaotang frowned a little. Although he knew that he could not occupy the market forever, the speed at which competing products were launched was still too fast.

It seems that the deterrent effect of Shark Kun's death is much smaller than he imagined.

"Midnight Lover." Wang Yaotang read out the name of the packaging. "Old Song, do you think it could be made by another clothing company?"

"will not."

"So sure?"

"The market capacity is less than 100,000 per month, which is too small. Big clothing companies don't value it, and small clothing companies won't risk their lives for this small market." Lao Song said with certainty.

"That's the society!" Wang Yaotang narrowed his eyes, "Ah Wei, send my little brother to find out who is so disrespectful to me!"

(End of this chapter)