Hong Kong variety show: The tycoon who emerged from Portland Street

The next day, it was almost noon when Chen Mo finally got out of bed, not until his mobile phone rang.

Having just left Stanley, he naturally wanted to indulge himself.

I stayed up too late last night, and I still can't keep my eyes open.

Chen Mo woke the woman in bed, tossed her a few Taurus bills to send her away, and then answered the phone.

"Boss, horse number 9 is in the best form today. Are you planning to bet three thousand or five thousand?"

"I don't want horse number 9, I want horse number 6!"

"Number three is also good, would you like to buy number three?"

"I don't want horse number 3, I only want horse number 6."

"Hey you damn idiot, why did it take you so long to answer the phone?"

"Just woke up, buddy!"

"Damn it, what time is it? Still sleeping! Didn't you know to report to me before leaving Stanley yesterday?"

Huang Bingyao's somewhat agitated voice came through the phone.

"What are you talking about? There were people around the whole time! They were fighting all night!"

"What kind of fight was it? Where was it happening? Why weren't you told beforehand?"

"Fighting with a woman! Want me to find you a woman to fight with? I guarantee you won't be able to get out of bed all day!"

"Damn it, how dare you talk to me like that? Don't you know I'm your boss? Watch out, or I'll smash your head in with my scissor kick!"

"Isn't that how gangsters talk? Otherwise, why would I try to use English with you?"

"Hey, Officer Wong, are you sure you need something? Phone calls are expensive!"

"What, you're my younger brother, can't I even show some concern? You don't appreciate my kindness. Never mind, hang up!"

Huang Bingyao hung up the phone, muttering under his breath, "Talking all night? What a load of rubbish!"

Actually, Chen Mo didn't want to be an undercover agent. Undercover agents never end well!

It could easily take three years after three years, and even if you return to the police force, you'll still be suspected and end up sidelined.

Unfortunately, by the time she transmigrated, the original owner had already completed the procedures to withdraw from school.

At that time, Chen Mo didn't have a system yet, and he was afraid of being killed if he joined a gang.

Chen Mo then joined Thirteen Sister's team on Portland Street, and with his handsome face that rivaled Daniel Wu's, he became one of her grooms.

With his undercover salary and free women to play with, Chen Mo had a wonderful month.

Later, with the system, Chen Mo embarked on the path of boxing and killing people.

Now that we have a system, it would be too embarrassing for transmigrators to continue being lazy.

It has to be said that Huang Bingyao, that fatso, was actually quite good to the undercover agents.

Although Chen Mo hadn't given him much intelligence in recent years, his undercover salary hadn't been reduced at all.

They occasionally provide information, and the informant fees are quite generous.

When Chen Mo went to Stanley to serve his sentence, Huang Bingyao helped him out behind the scenes.

Otherwise, Chen Mo would have served at least two more years in prison.

Chen Mo washed up and went straight to his office, where he called Gao Jin.

"Brother Mo!"

"Ah Jin, how many people do we have now?"

"We currently only have about thirty underlings, but they're all thugs."

"Take one million from the account and recruit more people, start with three hundred. Same old rules: no gamblers or fellow Daoists. Keep an eye on things!"

"Brother Mo, isn't it a bit wasteful to take on so many people?"

"What, worried you can't afford to support us? We can't keep hiding in this nightclub forever."

In a few days I will be going to the main hall to take up my post, and then we will need to have our own territory.

Once we've conquered our own territory, supporting a few hundred men will be a piece of cake! Go on!"

"good!"

With Chen Mo's assurance, Gao Jin had no more worries and turned to recruit people.

After Gao Jin left, Chen Mo fell into thought.

They currently only have a little over three million in their account. After Gao Jin took one million to hire people, they only have a little over two million left.

This amount of money seems like a lot, but it's still a bit of a stretch to grab territory.

Chen Mo's underlings are paid monthly, each person earns no more than two thousand yuan a month. With three hundred underlings, he needs six hundred thousand yuan a month.

For every fight, you should at least give out a few hundred dollars in bonuses as a token of appreciation.

The real expenses are for medicine and resettlement.

In any battle for territory, injuries and deaths are inevitable.

The tens of thousands of yuan for the disabled, the 100,000 yuan for the deceased's resettlement expenses, plus the cost of medicine for minor and serious injuries, it's simply not enough without a million yuan.

Chen Mo only has enough money for one or two battles. If the other side keeps pressing and the stalemate lasts for a few days, Chen Mo will be unable to continue.

"They're fucking broke."

Having been in the gang for five years and accumulating millions in assets is something many gangsters wouldn't even dare to dream of.

But for Chen Mo, that amount of money was simply not enough to do anything.

Chen Mo thought for a long time but couldn't come up with a good way to make quick money.

If it weren't for concerns about his reputation, Chen Mo would have wanted to throw matches in underground boxing rings.

With his former reputation as the "Boxing Demon," if he cooperated with bookmakers to fix matches, he could easily earn several million from a single fight.

However, doing so would not only ruin his own reputation, but might also damage the reputation of Hung Hing.

At that point, his path of joining gangs will be over, and he'll be stuck being a boxer for the rest of his life.

Let's take it one step at a time and see what happens!

Although the money isn't much, it's enough to barely cover one fight. At worst, we can find a small gang to bully and take over some territory.

Time flew by and the day for the club's general meeting arrived.

The Hung Hing headquarters is in Central. Before 10 o'clock, Sister Thirteen led Chen Mo into the headquarters, while Gao Jin stayed outside to watch the car.

The main hall meetings are usually only open to the leaders of each branch and the core members of the gangs. Chen Mo came in because he was taking office today.

If Gao Jin were to go in, it would be somewhat against the rules.

Within the entire Hung Hing triad, only Big B would bring Chan Ho-nam and his gang inside.

However, due to Jiang Tiansheng's bias, the others didn't say much.

Turn a blind eye and pretend you don't see it.

Although it was Chen Mo's first time entering the Hung Hing headquarters, many of the leaders were quite familiar with him and came to greet him one by one.

Among the Hung Hing, there was only one person who could fight the Crown Prince to a draw.

Moreover, most people have their own guesses about what it means that Chen Mo was able to enter the main hall with Thirteen Sister.

Naturally, some people are willing to sell in advance to secure a good price.

"Amo, long time no see. Make sure to let me know in advance when you're going to box, so I can make another killing!"

Ma Wangjian's territory was in Chai Wan, and he made his living through horse racing and various illegal gambling operations. When Chen Mo was fighting in underground boxing matches, Ma Wangjian also made a lot of money.

"Ma Wangjian, you're being insensible! Amo just got out of prison, of course he should enjoy himself first, he doesn't have time to practice boxing!"

Besides, with Amo's reputation as the "Fist Demon," who would dare to fight him!

Brother Ji is Brother Ji; he always speaks so pleasantly.

"Why are you doing boxing? Why don't you come with me to make a movie!"

"Ah Mo, you're so handsome, you'd definitely be a hit as the male lead!"

Behind Liang Kun followed Sha Qiang, who was wearing a flashy green suit and swaggered in.

"Brother Kun, it's not that I don't want to film it, I'm just afraid your 90-minute tape won't be long enough to capture my masculinity!"

Chen Mo didn't mind joking around with these people.

He's still a nobody, and the fact that the big boss is willing to talk to him is a sign of respect.

Chen Haonan and the others sitting behind Big B were already extremely jealous of how enthusiastic these gang leaders were towards Chen Mo.

The hot-tempered Chicken couldn't help but mutter to himself, "He looks like a pretty boy, he probably won't even last three minutes. A boxing demon? Pshaw!"