The Underground Emperor: Starting with Running Away with His Sister-in-Law

Ding Xin wolfed down his food while giving a thumbs-up.

"Aigoo, if it's delicious, try to eat as much as you can. I've prepared a lot."

Dezi smiled and said that Ding Xin was a great benefactor to her family.

“Brother, Bingjin called earlier. He wanted to ask when you would be free so he could report something to you in person.”

Wu Taizhi got up very early and learned about Ding Xin's background through his sister-in-law.

Although Ding Xin looked much younger than him, after thinking it over, he still addressed Ding Xin as "Big Brother" according to the rules of the underworld.

"Okay, let's go after we finish eating, together."

Ding Xin responded, then turned to his head and asked, "And you, sister-in-law?"

In response to Ding Xin's question, the eldest sister-in-law said gently, "You all go ahead and do what you need to do. My sister and I will go to the hospital to see Xizhu later."

Ding Xin nodded and continued to enjoy his meal.

...

in the afternoon.

Zhao Pengshu's office.

Zhao Bingjin stood upright, holding a notebook in his hand.

Meanwhile, Ding Xin, having usurped the position, comfortably leaned back in the boss's chair and listened to Zhao Bingjin's report.

"I've personally spoken to the police station and taken care of everyone from top to bottom."

“What happened last night was an internal gang fight, and no one called the police, so it won’t involve the boss or Tae-sik.”

"The diary left by Cui Daobi and some evidence of Zhao Pengshu's past crimes were also sent over."

"Zhao Pengshu has already undergone finger reattachment surgery at the hospital. Although he is still in the hospital, the police have sent people to guard him. They are just waiting for him to feel better before taking him back to the police station. He is completely finished now that he has no money or power."

"Yang Ji, Chang Wu, and that disfigured little bastard were also sent to the hospital for basic treatment."

“These three are completely ruined. They don’t dare to say anything more, and I’ve been keeping an eye on them.”

Upon hearing this, Ding Xin reached for the cigarette pack on the table and took out three cigarettes.

He tossed one to Zhao Bingjin and Wu Taizhi, then lit one for himself and asked, "How's the takeover of Zhao Pengshu's businesses going?"

Zhao Bingjin, with keen insight, paused his report, quickly took out a lighter, lit Ding Xin's cigarette, and then continued:

"Among Zhao Pengshu's businesses, there is a karaoke bar, a disco, two massage parlors, plus a newly renovated nightclub, and none of these are a problem."

"It just takes a little more time to sort out the accounts. Give me another day."

"However, because Zhao Pengshu is currently running for councilor, he has been visiting the agricultural market quite frequently and has done a lot of work for the vendors, which has brought him many benefits."

He paused for a moment before explaining, "This has resulted in the market not making any money at all, so this aspect will have to wait until this period ends to be dealt with, since too many people are involved..."

Ding Xin nodded. This was understandable, since it concerned people's livelihoods, and the market and entertainment venues could not be treated the same.

Overall, Zhao Bingjin was quite meticulous in his work and did not disappoint Ding Xin's high expectations.

He and Wu Taizhi left early last night, leaving only Zhao Bingjin to clean up the nightclub, which was also a test of him.

As a result, he did a very good job.

Although the local police system doesn't seem to be doing much, the events of last night still had a pretty bad impact.

Zhao Pengshu is, after all, a figure of some importance here, and has a certain degree of influence.

He lost four fingers, which would be quite troublesome if we were to investigate further.

Ding Xin was, after all, an outsider with no roots here and lacked experience in handling this matter.

Although Wu Taizhi is a local, he has served ten years in prison and is not of much help in dealing with this kind of matter.

Only Zhao Bingjin has remained rooted here, and he has helped Zhao Pengshu handle many dirty affairs.

He was very familiar with the rules here, which was actually one of the reasons why Ding Xin asked Wu Taizhi to contact him...

"Alright, you did a great job. You haven't rested since last night, have you? I'll give you two days to sort out the accounts. Now go back and get some rest."

Looking at Zhao Bingjin's haggard face, Ding Xin said meaningfully:

"After you've rested, check if there's anything you haven't handled properly. Make sure there are no oversights; you'll have a lot of responsibilities ahead of you!"

...

Two days later.

After listening to Zhao Bingjin's report, Ding Xin's lips twitched uncontrollably.

Zhao Pengshu's accounts for several businesses have been sorted out, leaving aside the markets that are not yet profitable and the nightclubs that have not yet opened for business.

The karaoke bar makes a profit of about 45 million yuan per month.

The disco makes a profit of about 35 million a month, and the two massage parlors together make a profit of about 40 million a month.

That means these venues generate a total monthly profit of 120 million Korean won, which is approximately 90,000 US dollars...

It sounds good, but there aren't actually that many.

It's important to understand that this money isn't all income; he also has a group of underlings to support, and he's lucky if he gets half of that each month.

However, these industries are not large in scale, and given that this is just a poor area in North Gyeongsang Province, the profits are already quite good.

Moreover, this was the result of Zhao Pengshu and his gang monopolizing the business here.

No wonder Zhao Pengshu pinned his hopes on that nightclub.

According to Zhao Bingjin, Zhao Pengshu had evaluated the nightclub.

Once it officially opens for business, the profit in the first month can reach at least 100 million, which can be considered a gold mine in this poor place.

After listening to the report, Ding Xin felt rather dispirited.

All of them combined don't even earn as much as a single large karaoke bar in Seoul, and they still call themselves the chairman.

With so few mediocre kids, how can they live a life of debauchery and raise their underlings?

No wonder their combat strength is so poor!

Seeing Ding Xin's increasingly worse complexion, Zhao Bingjin also had a vague guess, which he had learned from Wu Taizhi in the past few days.

The menacing figure before me is from Seoul, and is said to be a high-ranking member of a major gang.

No wonder they look down on these industries; a small place is a small place after all, how can it compare to Seoul?

"Brother, I've squeezed out all the money Yangji and Changwu have amassed over the years, plus some emergency funds that Zhao Pengshu had prepared beforehand..."

Oh, is there such a good thing?

Ding Xin immediately perked up.

"how many?"

"There are over 200 million in total, plus the company's surplus for this month, making a total of 230 million Korean won..."

Zhao Bingjin reported with some envy, saying that to be honest, he had never seen such a large sum of cash in his half-life.

But he dared not have any bad thoughts; the man in front of him was the type who would chop off someone's hand at the slightest provocation...

"Where's the money?" Ding Xin asked immediately.

Indeed, no one gets rich without windfall gains. Compared to those industries that generate steady income, this one is much more appealing.

“They’re all in my car, but…” Zhao Bingjin hesitated.

"What's wrong?" Ding Xin frowned.

What do you mean? Do you have an idea?

"Brother, the medical bills for those people in the hospital haven't been settled yet..." Zhao Bingjin stammered.

"None of my business!"

Without thinking, Ding Xin cursed, "He's not my little brother either."

“Big brother, I’m your little brother now…” Zhao Bingjin said, forcing himself to speak.

Although Zhao Pengshu's assets were transferred to him, everyone knows that Ding Xin is behind him. It's not like he can just take the assets and not hire people. Who would do the work for him?

Uh, Ding Xin choked for a moment.

Yeah, it seems like he's my little brother now...

This is fucking awkward; there wasn't enough time, and he hadn't quite adjusted to his new role yet...

Chapter 12 Further Enhancement of Strength

In the end, Ding Xin only kept 150 million, while Zhao Bingjin took the remaining 80 million.

One purpose was to pay for the medical expenses of his underlings.

On another level, it's also a reward for him.

Ding Xin wasn't that naive; he didn't want the horse to run fast without feeding it.

Watching Zhao Bingjin's departing figure, Ding Xin seemed lost in thought.