Arrogance and domineering, starting in the 1990s

Dai Kun gritted his teeth and persevered for a few more days, until yesterday when all of his hundred or so men were injured, and he finally couldn't hold on any longer.

He had been waiting for Wu Shu at his doorstep for a long time, hoping to get some advice from him.

"Master Shu, please give me some advice." Dai Kun looked distressed.

But inwardly he thought, "You're the one who made us do this. The brothers can lend a hand, but we can't keep paying for their medical expenses!"

Upon hearing Dai Kun's words, Wu Shu immediately slapped his thigh and burst into laughter.

The name "Dai Tao" is quite safe.

But he's so reckless in his actions, no wonder Fatty Gao sent him over so readily.

Dai Kun was also a little confused as he watched the other person laughing uncontrollably.

He couldn't help but say, "Master Shu, stop laughing! Say something!"

Wu Shu's laughter stopped abruptly, and he slapped the other man on the back of the head.

He sarcastically remarked, "You've already done something heroic, why don't you strike while the iron is hot and build a good working relationship with the police?"

"Master Shu, please stop teasing me. We're half-black, half-white people, and we treat the police like cats."

"Now, the 'sweeping away evil spirits' is targeting people like us..."

Dai Kun said with a helpless self-deprecating smile.

He does want to get back to the right path now, but there are some things he can't do without his men.

If he were really determined, he might disband the group today.

He will be hacked to death in the street tomorrow.

Once you enter the world of martial arts, it's like entering a deep sea; from then on, your later years will seem far away.

Wu Shu pointed at him with a playful expression, "You think police-community cooperation is a joke?"

"Buy a hundred or eighty loudspeakers and have the police record a few words into them for you."

"For example, if you win a fight, you go to jail; if you lose, you go to the hospital; if you start a fight, you get at least three years in prison; if you injure someone, you get life imprisonment."

"It not only deterred those thugs, but also helped the police to promote public safety and reduce violent incidents."

"Plus your henchmen, who are always doing good deeds."

"You don't need to worry about the police at all; they'd be happy for you to do this."

"I know your concerns, and I understand what Fatty Gao means."

"Let's start by cooperating with the police officers."

"I'll teach you slowly later."

Wu Shu said a lot, but Dai Kun only understood one sentence.

They were made to serve as "joint defense team members" without pay, contracts, or job security.

"Here's twenty thousand. Take it and distribute it among the henchmen." Wu Shu wasn't just all talk.

He knew that self-interest drives human nature.

What kind of job are you if you don't have money? Everyone works for money.

If you give them the right things, everything will be easy; if you don't, it's very common for them to turn around and take your place.

So he withdrew 20,000 from his account and waited for the other party to come to his door.

Only when a horse is well-fed can it run its best.

Moreover, he doesn't get involved in these things, but he can't live without them.

In case someone is blind that day

He can't just beat the other person to death in the street, can he?

Even scoundrels have their uses.

He actively helped them get on the right path.

Dai Kun looked at the money in his hand; although it was enough for his henchmen to see a doctor and get medicine,

Everyone still received a considerable amount, but they felt increasingly resentful.

He wasn't after that little bit of money...

After seeing Wu Shu get out of the car, he hesitated for a moment before calling Gao Jinbao and relaying Wu Shu's words.

Gao Jinbao laughed heartily, saying enviously, "Alright, Master Shu is just giving you a heads-up!"

"That's a great idea! Police-community cooperation! To maintain public order!"

"How on earth is Master Shu's brain working? How could he even think of a method like this!"

Dai Kun stared blankly at the mobile phone in his hand, and said incredulously, "Brother-in-law, there's no one else in my car."

Explain this to me clearly, what exactly does it mean?!

"Are you pigs?! Master Shu is telling you to clear your names! If you want to do honest work, walk the right path!"

If nobody accepts you, what's the point of doing anything worthwhile?

"But if you actively cooperate with the officers in promoting public safety and provide more leads,

How could they not remember your kindness or hold a grudge against you?

"What can't we do then?"

Dai Kun understood a little, but still hesitated and said, "But brother-in-law, being so close to the government might make it harder to do dirty work in the future."

"Don't let the police treat us like thugs, or let the public call us traitors."

Gao Jinbao paused for a moment, then chuckled softly: "Then we'll see how Master Shu teaches you from here on out."

Knowing him as I do, he must have already planned out your future career path; he just hasn't told you yet.

After saying a few more earnest words to Dai Kun, Gao Jinbao hung up the phone.

Dai Kun rubbed the 20,000 yuan the other party had given him in his hand, pondered for a long time, and his eyes gradually changed from confusion to determination.

My brother-in-law is right! Sometimes, following the right person is much more important than choosing the right path.

The other party was able to start a lobster business in just ten days.

Their vision, skill, and execution are unmatched by most people.

Since I don't understand it now, I might as well do it first, and I'll understand it sooner or later.

Dai Kun rolled down the car window and shouted to his underlings waiting outside, "Go buy a megaphone!"

Then he waved to the driver, and they drove straight to the northern part of the city to maintain order.

...

When Wu Shu returned, he found Wu Ran with a pencil tucked behind his ear and constantly pressing buttons on a calculator. Upon seeing Wu Shu return,

Without even saying hello, he kept writing and calculating for a long time before finally letting out a long sigh of relief.

He pushed the bill in his hand towards Wu Shu, wiped his glasses, and said, "It's settled."

Wu Shu picked up the bill and looked at it. Over the past few days, they had sold more than 3,000 jin (approximately 1,500 kg) of crayfish.

The average price was 20 cents per pound, and with the addition of seasonings, labor, and transportation, the total cost was about 1.2 yuan.

Selling for ten yuan per kilogram, he has already earned 26,000 yuan so far, and this is only part of it.

There's also a profit of 37,000 that hasn't been included in the calculations; that's the money earned from those beautiful women peeling shrimp by hand.

In other words, he earned more than 60,000 yuan in the past few days, averaging nearly 20,000 yuan a day.

Although the "protection fee" is high, I just threw away 20,000 yuan, and I also need to pay the commissions to those beauties later.

They charge two yuan per shrimp, and some people are peeling fifty or sixty shrimp a day these days.

All things considered, even the lowest earners can make five or six thousand a month.

It's more profitable than selling!

Tian Le hugged the account book and kissed it repeatedly! He was completely convinced now.

Earning 20,000 a day is faster than stealing!

Zhang Jun also revealed a charming smile; he certainly wouldn't care about such a small amount of money.

After all, if he wanted to have a poor appetite, there would be plenty of women willing to feed him.

But he never thought of making money by selling himself, otherwise he wouldn't be running a barbershop.

Seeing how profitable this business is, he is genuinely happy for his older brother.

The most unbelievable one among them was Wu Ran, who always thought Wu Shu...

Having been out of touch with society for so long, and acting so flamboyantly...

They spend money extravagantly, and working for someone else definitely wouldn't be enough to satisfy them.

But I never expected that the other party would make so much money with just one ingredient.

Then, thinking about all the years I've studied,

It's not even comparable to what a person who's been released from labor camp can accomplish in a few days.

A sense of frustration welled up inside him.

Wu Shu threw the account book on the table and sneered, "This little bit of money is too little."

The thought that a decent villa would cost over a million is quite daunting.

The cheapest Mercedes-Benz W14 costs 800,000 yuan; he wants to be able to afford one of those.

You need to work for at least six months without eating or drinking to earn that much.