Hong Kong variety show: This gangster is so wicked he's practically wicked.

Chapter 77 This is how we do things!

Five o'clock in the morning.

Temple Street.

The rain outside was getting heavier.

Inside an old-style tenement building.

Four or five dishes were neatly arranged on the table.

"Why isn't Jialing back yet?"

"I can't get through on the phone either."

Sister Hong paced back and forth anxiously, then called Jialing again.

I still can't get through.

She called her sisters, and they all said that Jialing had taken a taxi home.

Jialing promised to come back today to celebrate her birthday. Even if something comes up, she should at least call her.

Sister Hong endured the night with anxiety and unease until dawn.

The person still hasn't returned.

"Should we ask Qiangsheng Property Management to help us look for one?"

She glanced at the contracts and receipts on the table, and the thought had just crossed her mind when she waved it away.

What is this "strong property management"?

It's just a club changing its name.

The gang wouldn't care about your trivial matters, especially those who act as pimps for Lou Feng; they have no standing in the eyes of gangsters.

Sister Hong took a minibus to Dream Paris, but the door was closed.

She had a premonition that something had happened to Jialing.

She picked up the phone and dialed 999.

"I want to report a missing person. My daughter, Jialing, is missing."

"No, no, they must have gone missing."

"ID card number"

After providing his/her identity and work information, the police officer on the other end of the phone said coldly, "The case will be transferred to the Yau Ma Tei Police Station, Missing Persons Investigation Unit. Please wait patiently and be ready to answer the call back."

After hanging up the phone, Sister Hong seemed to have lost her soul, dragging her heavy steps back from Dream Paris to Temple North Street.

Miaobei Street.

On the busy streets.

"Grandma, walk slowly, there's no rush."

Xiao Fu, wearing a black jacket, was helping an elderly woman in her sixties or seventies cross the street.

This was the sixth elderly woman he had helped this morning.

"Bang bang bang one"

As soon as the green light went out, the waiting red taxi driver impatiently honked his horn repeatedly.

Xiao Fu politely turned his head, cupped his left hand and right fist, and made a fist salute to express his apology.

Seeing that he was showing weakness, the red taxi driver became even more aggressive—

He kept honking the horn, rolled down the window, and kept yelling, "Damn it, hurry up!"

"You don't know how precious my time is; it's worth hundreds of dollars every minute."

Xiao Fu simply turned around and bowed again, indicating his gratitude.

This kind-hearted man went to attack someone with a watermelon knife, but because the other person was too old, he not only didn't attack, but also lent the watermelon knife to the other person to cut a watermelon.

He wouldn't bother arguing with a road rage driver like that.

But the mobile patrol officers who were waiting by the roadside couldn't stand it anymore. They rushed over, surrounded the red taxi, and gave the driver a good scolding.

"You bastard! How dare you insult our captain?"

"Do you know that this area is managed by Qiangsheng Property Management?"

"He's bullying an innocent person, beat him up!"

As they spoke, the group became agitated and took turns slapping the driver, leaving him dizzy and disoriented.

After Xiao Fu helped the old lady cross the road, the patrol officers let the driver go and turned to leave.

"What powerful property management company?"

"Why did you resort to violence?"

"They just came up and started hitting me without waiting for an explanation. How is this any different from the mafia?"

The driver, his face bruised and swollen, muttered a few words under his breath.

"That's how we do things!"

At that moment, a deep, magnetic voice came from the back row: "The underworld is illegal, but Qiangsheng Property is legal."

The driver paused for a moment, glanced at the rearview mirror, and then turned to look at the back row.

A well-dressed, respectable man was smiling at him.

He was about to get angry and tell the other man to get out of the car when he noticed that the man's clothes were the same as the person who had hit him earlier.

The driver gently bit the tip of his tongue, swallowing back the words of greeting about the other person's family that were about to slip out.

He slowly straightened his body and unconsciously curled up slightly to drive properly.

The horn was practically broken the whole way; I didn't press it even once, and my driving became much more disciplined.

Gao Qiang is on an "incognito visit".

Today is the first time the property management company's patrol team has patrolled the streets, and to be on the safe side, he wants to keep an eye on things.

But he couldn't let Xiao Fu find out, so he didn't drive his own van.

The patrol team not only protects the homeowners but also serves to promote the property management company.

Currently, the property management company's clients are mainly businesses, but it will gradually include ordinary citizens in its portfolio, winning people's hearts step by step.

This not only allows them to expand their business empire, but they can even manipulate the votes of a district's councilors.

This could be his biggest trump card, or it could help him run for parliament.

Most importantly, this way you can also earn points.

Gao Qiang leaned back in his car seat, watching the system continuously prompt: "Subordinate has completed a positive energy act—helping an elderly lady cross the road, earning 20 points."

"My subordinate performed a positive act by carrying an elderly woman across a red light, earning 10 points."

"My subordinates performed a positive act by helping a group of elderly men move goods, earning me 20 points."

"My subordinates performed a positive action by carrying water for a group of widows, earning me 20 points."

Gao Qiang kept scrolling through the page, checking the prompts.

Making Xiao Fu the patrol captain was the best decision he ever made; no one at Qiangsheng Property Management is kinder than him.

His kind of giving was selfless and without expecting anything in return.

Gao Qiang couldn't do it.

He firmly believed that good people are rewarded, and if they are not rewarded, then they are not good people, and if they are not good people, then there is no need for them to do good deeds.

Good deeds bring good people, creating a virtuous cycle.

Gao Qiang looked at the system panel: "Points: 2470"

He picked up his thermos, took a sip of goji berry water, and felt quite pleased with himself.

Being a boss is great; you can even get points for others.

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While building a property's reputation step by step may seem like a slow and inefficient approach, consistent, long-term effort is the most effective.

He didn't want to spend money to play GG.

With a thought, Gao Qiang ordered a ten-pull.

Two hundred thousand yuan, two gold Rolex watches, a popular online magazine series, calligraphy for beginners (1/100), and five skill books.

The last card was revealed: "Intelligence".

Gao Qiang sat up slightly, for intelligence was always the most useful tool.

"Intelligence - Butcher's address on Rainy Night, Yau Ma Tei Fruit Market, 9-A-1296 shack."

The Butcher in the Rainy Night, a deranged serial killer.

If you give the information directly to the police, you might get a good citizen award at best.

If they knew that the money I provided was from a triad boss, they probably wouldn't even get the Good Citizen Award.

It's not worth it; I can't do something so foolish.

Yau Ma Tei Fruit Market?

I remember that was the territory of the Chung Ching Society.

As Gao Qiang was calculating, the taxi slowly came to a stop. The driver turned to Gao Qiang and said gently, "Boss, we've arrived at Li Ji Tea Restaurant."

Gao Qiang invited Long Gen to have morning tea.

Inside a tea restaurant.

A large crowd gathered, with many elderly men sitting around, discussing the past and present.

Longgen and his two companions had already arrived.

By the windowsill.

"Brother Qiang, this..."

Jimmy saw Gao Qiang approaching and stood up to wave and greet him.

"Sorry, Uncle Longgen, there was some traffic, I'm a little late."

Gao Qiang, who was approaching, greeted Long Gen.

"If you're driving a bread truck and you don't cause traffic jams, who will?"

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Guan Zisen, who was pressing his temples with his head down, muttered to himself.

Gao Qiang hadn't had a chance to explain.

With a slap, Longgen struck him on the back of the head.

"ah-"

Guan Zisen cried out in pain, "Boss, why did you hit me?"

"You deserve a beating. Did I tell you to speak?"

"What kind of car is Ah Qiang driving that's in your way?"

Longgen rolled his eyes at him.

Guan Zai Sen's lips twitched, and he scratched the back of his head.

But not long after, he yawned, feeling sleepy, folded his hands, and fell asleep on the table.

There's another Manchester United match in the early hours of the morning.

"Ah Qiang, Ah Sen's words may be rough, but they make sense. You're a gang leader, you should get a better car."

Longgen took a puff of his pipe and chuckled, "If you're short on cash, Uncle Longgen can lend you some, interest-free."

Gao Qiang waved his hand, refusing, "Uncle Longgen, I don't like making a fuss. As long as it works, that's fine."

Just as Gao Qiang was about to make a big splash and rack up some points, a group of old men sitting nearby started arguing: "What kind of property management company is this? They've just changed the name. It's no different from a gang."

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"No, I heard they set up a daycare center that's free."

"I even found a teacher to give me lessons, and today I even had the children in foster care practice with me."

"So what? It's just that the people from Wo Shing are new here and need to make a show of themselves."

"Then how do you explain that patrol team that was helping out everywhere this morning?"

"Is helping me move goods just for show?"

"Yes, these are all tactics to win people over. Let's see how long he can keep it up."

"At most a week, a month at most."

"They're gangsters, and what they do most often is bully ordinary citizens."

"Do you really think they're some kind of good people?"

"However, the people at Wo Shing are quite clever; they know how to keep up with the times."

"Did they learn this tactic of doing good deeds and charity from the Yamaguchi-gumi of the Japanese?"

"You think they're doing good deeds for the citizens? It's all just a way for them to make money."

"If you don't believe me, just look at what happens when something big happens, when you encounter urgent, life-threatening, or troublesome situations."

Will they intervene?

"For example, the recent 'Rainy Night Butcher' case that caused widespread panic—you're sending gangsters to catch him?"

"You expect gangsters to do things that even the police can't?"

"this--"

"Old He, you, a university professor, see things very clearly."

An elderly man, wearing glasses and a suit, with a refined demeanor, took a sip of tea with a smug look on his face.

He comes from a scholarly family, a highly educated family; his wife is a university professor, and his daughter is a middle school teacher.

After finishing their discussion about the gangsters, the group naturally shifted the topic to the Rain Night Butcher.

By the windowsill.

Longgen looked at Gao Qiang, who was writing in his notebook with his head down, and said, "Qiang, don't take those old geezers' nonsense to heart."

"I support young people like you and Jimmy who have ideas."

Gao Qiang looked up at Long Gen, shook his head and smiled, "That won't do, I have to write it down."

Longgen's lips twitched.

Would Gao Qiang really hold a grudge like that?

Nobody will bother with these old guys who are buried up to their necks in the yellow earth.

Longgen and Jimmy exchanged a glance, then quietly stood up and looked at Gao Qiang's notebook.

He wrote several sentences in his notebook with flowing strokes: "Keep doing property management services, and people's hearts will be won over in time."

The "heart" proactively takes on some social responsibilities, such as apprehending the butcher on a rainy night.

"A crisis is not a crisis, and doubts are not doubts; rather, it is the best opportunity for a company to build its brand."

[Points +20]

Longgen's mouth gaped open in disbelief after reading it.

Ah Qiang, you're too chivalrous.

But if finding the Rain Night Butcher were that easy, wouldn't the police have caught him after all this time?

Jimmy stared at the last sentence, rubbing his chin thoughtfully, muttering, "That makes sense."

He was thinking about how to put this idea into practice in his pirated CD business.

Then the only option is to make the pirated version look even more like the original than the genuine version.

Forget it, we won't be able to cover the costs that way.