Hong Kong Film Intelligence King

Chapter 239 Business Experience

“Which of our various triads with the Hung name in their names, below Hung Hing, Hung Fuk, Hung On, Hung Lok, Hung Ying, Hung Tai… doesn’t have territory in East and West Kowloon?”

"Even that unlucky Hung Yee has a place in Yau Tsim Mong."

"If we unite, how simple would it be to establish a minibus route?"

Wang Dao spoke eloquently.

Xi Yan's eyes turned red from listening intently.

Han Bin sighed, "But these people are not easy to deal with."

His narrow-eyed expression fell silent again.

Han Bin is right. With so many clubs, each with its own agenda, how easy is it for them to unite?

"Are you stupid?!"

Wang Dao gave Han Bin a disapproving look.
"Who told you to come forward yourself?"

"Is this just a matter for Narrow-Eyed alone?"

"This is a major event for the club."

"Even Brother Kun is a little short on this kind of thing."

Han Bin's eyes widened: "You mean, we should let Jiang Sheng handle this?"

“He’s the head of the gang, and he’s doing this for the gang’s benefit. If he doesn’t go, who will?” Wang Dao said bluntly. “Although this is our own business, to be honest, we can’t manage it on our own.”

“Emian from Tsz Wan Shan is Chiang’s man, Chan Yiu from Wan Chai is Chiang’s man, and even Kam Chi-tai from Tsim Sha Tsui East is Chiang’s man.”

Gan Zitai was Jiang Tianyang's man, not Jiang Tiansheng's man.

When Jiang Tiansheng was in power, he suppressed Gan Zitai quite a bit, which even led to Gan Zitai showing no respect to Jiang Tianyang.

However, Gan Zitai is a man of honor, and he can still distinguish between what is right and wrong.

“Our triad has too many venues in Kowloon, so this matter should be handled by Chiang Tin-yeung.”

Everyone looked at each other and nodded in unison.

It's best to do business alone, but the question is whether you have the capability.

Clearly, the minibus company is a lucrative target, and while they'd love to take it all in, they lack the resources.

This is very troublesome.

It's best to have the student organization handle it.

With everything settled, Liang Kun will discuss this matter with Jiang Tianyang, and given Jiang's magnanimity, he will surely take on this responsibility.

Wang Dao looked at the narrow-eyed man and asked in bewilderment:
"Kowloon City is such a big place, is it hard to do business?"

The narrow-eyed man immediately cried out in distress:

"Ah Dao, don't be fooled by the large population of Kowloon City, they're all damn poor."

"Let me tell you, the prostitutes in Kowloon City are all women in their fifties or sixties..."

"How can you do business like this?"

Everyone was speechless.

Wang Dao shook his head:
Even in the poorest places, there are rich people.

"The gap between the rich and the poor can be alarmingly large."

"In my opinion, Kowloon City is a money pit. If it is developed properly, making a fortune every day is no problem."

Han Bin exclaimed in surprise, "Ah Dao, you're saying Kowloon City hasn't been excavated?"

Wang Dao stroked his chin and said:
Where is the best place to start a student organization?

“Places with dense crowds and prosperous economies are places like Kowloon City, which are completely controlled by triads.”

"I find it strange that Kowloon City didn't take off."

"Shrink-eyed, what kind of business does your branch do?"

He glanced at Han Bin, who snapped, "Didn't you hear Brother Dao offering you advice?"

"Nothing much, just collecting protection money, running mahjong parlors and stuff..."

Wang Dao was taken aback and said:
"anything else?"

The narrow-eyed man shrugged: "That's all."

Wang Dao was almost speechless with shock: "Such a good place, and you did this?"

The narrow-eyed man was so wronged:

"Brother Dao, I want to make money too."

"But there really aren't any good businesses in Kowloon City."

"Think about it, even the prostitutes are mostly women in their fifties or sixties. Where is there any good business to be had?"

Wang Dao sighed heavily:

"What a waste of that auspicious land."

Narrow-eyed man was unconvinced:
"Brother Dao, if you were to run Kowloon City, you might not be any better than me."

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!
Without saying a word, Han Bin slapped Xi Yan three times.

The narrow-eyed man cried out in pain, "Boss, please stop hitting me!"

Han Bin was furious: "Don't use your own thinking to speculate about Adao. Brother Kun, Jiang Sheng, and even your boss me, when facing Adao, who didn't calmly ask for his advice?"

"How dare you speak to him like that?"

The narrow-eyed man said loudly:
"Boss, I was wrong, I was really wrong!"

Wang Dao stopped Han Bin with a smile:

"Binny, don't worry."

He spoke seriously to the narrow-eyed man.
"How about we swap territories with Ah Qiang?"

The narrow-eyed man almost popped his eyes out:
"Ah Keung? Ah Keung from Sham Shui Po?"

He was about to agree when Han Bin stopped him.

Wang Dao smiled and said:

"Small-eyed, should we change it or not?"

Handsome Kun laughed:

"Wouldn't Sha Qiang be ecstatic to hear that?"

Narrow-eyed and pouting:
"I don't believe Ah Qiang would be ecstatic!"

"But I would never do that."

Han Bin quickly asked for advice:
"Ado, ignore this blockhead."

How can we expand our business in Kowloon City?

Wang Dao said earnestly:
“Binny, if your narrow-eyed guy really wants to change, I’ll have Sha Qiang change him.”

Han Bin replied without hesitation:

"Slim Eyes is a blockhead; he doesn't know anything about Kowloon City."

"We've come here to ask you for advice."

"Ado, you can't just ignore this."

Wang Dao shrugged:

"Alright, for your sake, I'll just name a few."

The narrow-eyed man strained to open his eyes wide. Goodness, he really has an idea?

The Way of Kings is straightforward:
"There should be mahjong parlors in Kowloon Walled City, right?"

The shrewd-eyed man quickly said:
"some."

“There are mahjong parlors in other parts of Hong Kong, but they only have one deck of cards, which is 144 cards.”

"To open a mahjong parlor in other regions, you need to pay money to buy it from someone else."

"However, it's not necessary here."

"Kowloon City is a no-man's-land, so we can open as many mahjong parlors as we want."

Wang Dao nodded slowly.

"good."

He stood up and said,
"If I were in Kowloon City, I would conduct the following business."

"First, the mahjong parlor."

Second, usury.

Third, the stolen goods recovery point.

"Four, military station."

"Fifth, the arbitration institution..."

Everyone was confused.

The narrow-eyed man exclaimed in surprise:
"Brother Dao, where in Kowloon City would you find the resources to set up a stolen goods recycling point? Or a military outpost? Not to mention an arbitration institution."

The king's way was silent:
"That's Kowloon City, a lawless place."

"Naturally, it's a place where stolen goods are recycled."

Han Bin pondered for a moment and then said:
"Ah Dao, you can't make much money recycling stolen goods, can you?"

Wang Dao looked at Han Bin in astonishment:

"Binny, say that again?"

Han Bin smiled wryly:
"You really can't make much money. For example, with gold, under normal circumstances, if you buy back stolen gold, you can sell it for 40%. However, this 40% will reduce your costs. Even if you can sell it after the storm has passed, you'll only get 50%."

"I only earn a meager living through hard work."

Wang Dao was utterly speechless.

"Is this how you do business?"

Han Bin countered with a question:
"Is not it?"

Wang Dao sighed:

"Is he really holding a golden bowl and begging for food? How stupid is that?"

Han Bin's eyes widened in astonishment:

"Ado, tell me, what would you do if you were in that situation?"

"You dare say that collecting stolen goods isn't profitable?" Wang Dao was speechless for a moment. "Well, let's take gold as an example. What do you do with the gold you receive?"

“It’s not as simple as just throwing them into a safe. We’re receivers of stolen goods, not collectors.”

"You just need to go to the store, spend a few dozen dollars to buy some flux, melt it, and you're done."

"There are so many gold shops in Hong Kong. If you sell the gold bars at 80% of the original price, do you think they'll buy them?"

"Let me tell you, as long as there is gold, no matter how much, it will never be enough to sell!"

"Don't you fucking tell me that when you receive stolen goods, you buy them at the price of works of art."

"This way, you only lose 10% to 20%, but you can earn 40% to 50% of the gold!"

silence.

Quiet.

Deafening.

Han Bin opened his mouth wide, his face turning bright red.

Suddenly he slapped himself hard across the face:

"That's right. In this way, there's no problem with unsold inventory at all, and we can recover our funds in the shortest amount of time."

Gold is a hard currency; gold bars, gold nuggets, gold leaves—anything goes—and any gold shop will accept it.

If it's genuine and inexpensive, then naturally people are willing to buy it.

Recycling them is really easy.

They couldn't even think of something so simple.

Shouldn't he be beaten? The narrow-eyed boy protested.
"What if you receive a car?"

Wang Dao rolled his eyes vigorously:
"Why don't you repaint it and re-cover it?"

"Or, why don't you just sell it to Saigon idiots?"

"Make a slight modification, and if this car still doesn't sell, come find me."

He was so choked up that he couldn't speak.

That’s true.

In this way, the process of selling stolen goods will be greatly accelerated, and it will not tie up too much capital at all, with a very fast turnover.

Wang Dao became increasingly angry as he spoke:

"What's most prevalent in Kowloon City? Criminals, drug addicts, thugs, and gangsters!"

“If you give them three hundred dollars a day, they’ll do anything.”

"Whether you set up a teahouse or an ice cream parlor in Kowloon City, or establish a military outpost... I wonder how many gangsters would be willing to go there."

"You don't need to take their money, you just take a commission."

"I've already discussed with the boss beforehand what percentage he'll take."

"For example, in the case of Dashaima, each person earns 350 yuan a day. If you take 50 yuan, you can still make several thousand yuan a day."

“You don’t need those gangsters to go by themselves. You can buy a few vans, send your underlings directly to the door, do the job, and then bring them back. Make it a one-stop shop for picking up and dropping off passengers.”

"This way, we'll have a good reputation both in Kowloon City and in the underworld."

"Then, you can also find someone to take the blame in advance, so that if someone commits a crime and wants to find someone to take the blame, you can also handle it."

Handsome Kun was startled:
"Ado, you can find this too?"

"Taking the blame for someone else involves drawing lots to determine who gets to take the fall."

Wang Dao rolled his eyes:
"Why do you need so much trouble?"

"Kowloon City has plenty of poisonous insects, but if you give him ten thousand dollars and ask him to take the blame for you, he'll go without hesitation."

"Does it really need to be this complicated?"

Liang Kun, Han Bin, Xi Yan, and the dinosaur were all petrified.

The four of them stared blankly at each other, momentarily questioning the meaning of life.

Is what the Kingly Way talks about simple?

too easy!

Following his advice, expanding and strengthening the business would be a piece of cake.

A supply depot is something all organizations need.

Blue lanterns are never in short supply in the martial arts world.

The so-called "blue lanterns" are club trainees; they don't leave their names on the underwater map, and it doesn't matter which club they join.

These people are the main force behind the big show of horses.

Today they can follow Hung Hing and fight Tung Hing, tomorrow they can follow Tung Hing and fight Hung Hing. Whoever pays them, they'll help them stand on the streets.

The main force in the game wasn't these people, but rather the boss's close associates.

However, such people are indispensable.

Without people like this, the scene wouldn't look as spectacular.

That's nothing; finding someone to take the blame is the real problem.

Generally, when a triad needs to find someone to take the blame, they draw lots to determine whether the person is destined for death or to be sent to a prison.

Although the organization provided a settling-in allowance, it also promised to give them a job once they were released.

But is it really that easy to make a bitter kiln?

One wrong move and you're left with a bruised and battered bottom; some people go in and never come out.

However, drawing lots to determine morale is a rule of the club, and it greatly affects morale.

If a keen eye can resolve the issue of scapegoating, it will greatly boost the morale of all the gangs.

Just think about it, once they no longer have to worry about being forced into a life of hardship when they're killing their friends, how fierce will these people become?
It’s unimaginable!

clap clap clap!
Narrow-eyed slapped himself three times, his face flushed with excitement:

"Brother Dao, your words have been a wake-up call!"

Wang Dao's eyes practically rolled to the sky.

Does this guy really need a single sentence to wake him up from his dream?

If you think about it carefully, what can't you do?
Han Bin looked at Wang Dao's expression, smiled wryly, and shook his head.

"Ah Dao, do you think narrow-eyed people are a bit slow?"

Wang Dao, holding the narrow-eyed man, said:
"Anyway, I don't think people with narrow eyes are very smart."

Even those with narrow eyes don't get angry:

"Even if I'm not smart, I have to compare myself to someone else. Compared to you, I'm definitely not smart."

Wang Dao laughed heartily, and then said:
"Once your barracks have built up a reputation through battles, you can then negotiate with others."

"Whether the deal goes through or not, they'll still give you money."

"You could even set up an underground arena in Kowloon City..."

"Firstly, it can be used as a casino. When two gangs clash, they can set up a life-or-death duel to let them resolve their disputes through a duel."

"Anyway, our goal is to provide them with a solution to the problem. As for the friction that might arise after the match, we can just have another match."

The kingly way was spoken fluently and thoroughly:

"With so much business, you're telling me there's no business to do?"

"Isn't this a bit perfunctory?"

The narrow-eyed man almost went crazy:

"Brother Dao, I really didn't..."

"If I hadn't come to you, how would I have known this would happen?"

"As expected of the sage who points the way, as my boss admires."

The Way of the King:

"I'll let Ah Qiang switch territories with you, are you in or not?"

The person with narrow eyes answered very readily:
"If I agree, I'll be a complete idiot!"

Han Bin gave a thumbs-up and exclaimed in admiration:

"Brother Dao, you're amazing!"

"How exactly does this brain work?"

Wang Dao sighed:

"Gentlemen, you are all leaders, not gangsters."

He pointed to his head.
"We need to use this!"

Wang Dao was furious!

Liang Kun, his confidant, quickly said, "Ah Dao, calm down. How many of us in this world are as smart as you and Binni?"

Han Bin quickly waved his hand and said:
"Brother Kun, you don't need to include me. Compared to Adao, I'm just an idiot."

Xi Yan is Han Bin's own brother, and he has told Han Bin about his predicament many times. Han Bin also wanted to give Xi Yan some advice, but when he went out and about, he couldn't think of these things at all.

There is absolutely no way to deny it.

Even those who looked closely at Wang Dao were filled with admiration.

"Brother Dao, we need to get closer together from now on. If it weren't for your advice, I would really be begging for food with a gold ingot in my hand."

"I'll go back and start my business now, and I'll definitely give you a big red envelope later."

He couldn't hold back any longer, so he quickly bowed and went back excitedly.

Wang Dao's words opened a new door for him, and his keen eyes seemed to see mountains of gold and silver.

“Binny, we’re brothers, so I have to say something to you. Money can’t be earned forever. When you have free time, think more about your little brother.”

"We who work on the big scale make a lot of money, while those who work on the small scale earn very little. It's very unbalanced."

"There is a level of communication at each level."

"Their incomes are too different, they can't work together."

Han Bin was startled and moved. He could tell the difference between good and bad; Wang Dao was talking about nothing but life experience.

"If I had your brain, I would have given Narrow Eyes some advice long ago."

"I haven't even thought about what you're talking about."

Handsome Kun laughed heartily:

"You're right. I don't admire anyone else, but I admire Adao's brain."

Wang Dao rolled his eyes:
"Of course, I am the white paper fan of our club."

Han Bin sighed to Liang Kun:
"Sometimes I feel horrified. Is Ado really only eighteen?"

"He's a real old fox."

Wang Dao was utterly speechless.

"Don't speak so rudely. What do you mean by 'old fox'?"

"That's talent, I'm a fucking genius."

The three of them looked at each other and burst into laughter.

Han Bin sighed:

"Ah Dao, are you really not going to continue with the club?"

Liang Kun immediately became alert and said:
"Ado is my strategist. Are you trying to poach him?"

"Let me tell you, even if everyone around me goes out to become a big shot, I won't let Adao go out and do anything."

Han Bin sighed heavily:

"Ado is a natural-born gangster."

Handsome Kun laughed and scolded:
"Fuck off!"

How much money can you make by joining a gang?

“Ado wouldn’t even consider it.”

Han Bin thought about it and realized that it made sense. He remembered that every time Wang Dao made a move, the amount involved was never less than several million.

How much money can gangsters earn after risking their lives?
Just like Wang Dao's actions this month, they completely stunned Han Bin.

Based on the figures, the money in the private equity fund could have doubled.

Han Bin felt heartbroken whenever he thought about these things—how much money he had missed out on last month!

Fortunately, if we missed it last month, we can make sure we don't miss it this month.

Just as he was about to speak, the phone in Wang Dao's hand rang:
"Ah Zhen, aren't you at work now?"

"what?"

"where are you?"

Wang Dao's expression immediately changed.

"Wait, I'll be right there."

Han Bin quickly asked:

"Ado, what happened?"

Wang Dao's face turned ashen:

"Ah Zhen was with two of her sisters-in-law at Hongtai's nightclub, where the prince got entangled with her."

Liang Kun and Han Bin's faces immediately darkened.

(End of this chapter)