Hong Kong variety show: Drawing lots to determine fate, sending a big shot to meet Jesus.

With a slight lift of his arm, the Black Star in Chen Yang's hand vanished.

This scene shocked Hua Tian. Even though Chen Yang wasn't pointing a gun at him, he didn't dare lower his raised hand and stared dumbfounded as Chen Yang walked away gracefully.

Only after the door closed did Hua Tian lower his arm, step forward, and pick up the banknotes on the table, his expression complex.

"Brother Tian, ​​we only have 300,000. How should we split it?" The last robber in the room looked at the banknotes in Hua Tian's hand and couldn't help but ask.

"According to the rules, I'll take 300,000!" Hua Tian's voice was devoid of any emotion.

"What about my share?" the robber asked innocently.

"Bang!"

A gunshot rang out, and Hua Tian nonchalantly pocketed the money: "Your share is with Mada. I'll take you down to find him. No need to thank me!"

.......

When Hua Di saw Chen Yang come down, he immediately rushed over, his face full of concern: "Brother Yang, are you alright!"

"It's nothing!" Chen Yang looked at Taibao: "Taibao, did you call the police?"

"I hit him!" Tai Bao's face was pale, and his body was still trembling.

"Drive away!"

As soon as Chen Yang stepped out, gunshots rang out from above.

It's obvious that Hua Tian killed his last brother for money.

"Brother Yang, why are you giving money?" Taibao handed the bag full of gold to Chen Yang.

"Taibao, you bastard, you arranged to meet at a hotel! If I kill them, I'll be in Stanley tomorrow!" Chen Yang rolled his eyes at Taibao and said irritably.

Killing Hua Tian and his gang was easy; the difficult part was disposing of the bodies.

Many people in the hotel had seen them. If all the robbers died inside, the police would definitely trace it back to Chen Yang.

If the police let Hua Tian go, they would assume it was a fight between robbers over the loot, focusing all their attention on the hapless man and not suspecting Chen Yang.

Hua Tian got the money and will come back to Chen Yang to sell the gold next time he manages to steal some.

Then Chen Yang will send him to see Jesus!

Chen Yang took the bag and told Hua Di to stop at a phone booth on the street and call Huang Bingyao.

"Hey bro, got some juicy gossip!"

"Speak quickly!" Huang Bingyao said excitedly on the other end of the phone.

"The man who robbed the jewelry store and killed three of his accomplices was named Hua Tian..."

"Haha, Ah Yang, you're so capable! You've given me another great gift!" Huang Bingyao laughed heartily, praising Chen Yang repeatedly.

.......

I wandered around Tuen Mun for a while. It's all factories and construction sites. As soon as people get off work, the whole street is packed with people.

Wah-dee, stuck in traffic, was so angry he cursed, "You bastards, get out of my way!"

Tai-bao was also extremely frustrated by the traffic jam: "You bunch of scoundrels have no manners at all, selling boxed lunches in the middle of the road!"

Chen Yang's eyes lit up: "Brother Hua, how many people do we have now?"

"More than two hundred people!" Hua Di counted in his mind.

The gang is willing to work with Chen Yang, and with the new recruits they've made in the last two days, they have over two hundred henchmen in total.

This number of people is insignificant in the Yau Tsim Mong district, but in Tuen Mun they are a big shot.

"Let the men out and take over all the boxed lunches from these streets to cook!"

"Brother Yang, you're making boxed lunches?" Hua Di and Tai Bao were both shocked.

Chen Yang, a red-hot member of the Wo Luen Shing Foundation and a future leader of the Sham Shui Po district, actually disgraced himself by serving boxed lunches?

Seeing right through their thoughts, Chen Yang curled his lip: "What, you think this business is beneath you?"

"Brother Yang, selling boxed lunches at a stall is the same as washing cars on the street. I'm just dirt, so it doesn't matter, but you're a big shot!" Tai Bao couldn't help but advise.

"Brother Yang, you need to think this over carefully!" Wah-di also advised from the side.

"You two bastards, you're all blind! As long as you can make money in business, you don't care about social status!" Chen Yang couldn't help but curse, patiently explaining.

There are many factories and construction sites in Tuen Mun, and at least tens of thousands of people go out to eat at mealtimes.

A boxed lunch costs 15 yuan, with a cost of 5 yuan and a gross profit of 10 yuan.

If you sell tens of thousands of copies every day, you can earn hundreds of thousands a day and tens of millions a month.

These two losers used to earn less than a few hundred dollars a month, yet they look down on businesses with profits of tens of millions; their eyes are practically glued to their backsides.

Chen Yang remembered that in later years, two major triads in Hong Kong Island had a street fight that caused a great uproar, all over boxed lunches at a construction site. This shows how high the profits were.

However, many triad leaders are now focused on high-profit, high-risk businesses, while neglecting businesses that generate steady, long-term revenue.

"Brother Yang, we can't cook!"

After his initial shock, Wah-dee raised the most fundamental question.

To sell boxed lunches, you first need to know how to cook, right?

It's better to kill gangsters who are good at wielding knives than to have them cook with knives.

"Damn it, who told you to cook? You were only ordered to deliver goods!"

"The boxed lunches are nothing more than chicken, duck, or goose meat, a few green vegetables, and plenty of rice. Let's find a place to set up a big kitchen and deliver to several blocks!"

In Hong Kong Island, Tuen Mun is a marginal area where there is very little profit in shady businesses, and many local bigwigs look down on this place.

But if you're going to do food business, Tuen Mun is the perfect place.

The wife cake from Yuen Long next door has been famous both at home and abroad for decades!

90% of the fresh meat and poultry supply on Hong Kong Island comes from the North, which is very close to Tuen Mun.

In addition, by engaging in poultry trading with Tai Po Hei, the leader of the Tai Po District, Chen Yang was able to obtain extremely low prices.

The low-cost, resource-concentrated large-scale kitchen cooking model is a game-changer for family workshops in this era.

All you need to do is find a few chefs, set up a large kitchen, and copy the model of Longjiang braised pork trotters rice from later generations. Then, have your subordinates deliver boxed meals, and making a fortune every day will be no problem.

Chen Yang only has a few hundred thousand yuan in hand right now, so he can only do low-cost business!

By establishing a foothold in these streets of Tuen Mun, it won't be long before they can monopolize Tuen Mun, Tsuen Wan, and Sham Shui Po.

Then came the IPO to raise funds and further expand the business throughout Kowloon.

In less than two years, five million people across Hong Kong Island will be eating Chen Yang's boxed lunches!

People need to eat three meals a day. If one-fifth of Hong Kong people eat boxed lunches, then Chen Yang would be a billionaire.

Next, we'll make pre-cooked meals and beverage burgers.

Chen Yang had already prepared his lines for a future television interview: "What the five million people of Hong Kong Island eat every day isn't decided by them, it's decided by me!"

.......

"What, you're in the lunchbox business?"

When Jimmy heard the news, he was stunned.

Then he shook his head and smiled, a mocking look on his face: "Handsome Yang, you'll never be my boss in this lifetime!"

night.

Chen Yang walked to a roast meat shop in Tuen Mun, where all the tables and chairs had been removed and converted into a large kitchen.

The boss was a distant relative of Tai-bo. Upon hearing Chen Yang's name, he immediately agreed to become the head chef of the main kitchen, refusing any wages and only wanting to sell his family's roast meat rice all over Hong Kong Island.

"Tai-bao, I guarantee we'll need 5,000 boxed lunches tomorrow!"

"Five thousand?" The chef almost fainted when he heard this number.

All eight members of their family worked together, and they could only make a maximum of 500 servings a day. They even had to make 5,000 servings in one morning, and they couldn't finish it even if they worked themselves to death.

"Wah-di!"

Chen Yang was too lazy to explain, so he called out to Hua Di.

Wah-dee immediately brought over thirty henchmen with brightly colored hair and tattoos all over their bodies, which almost scared the chef away.

"They are your apprentices. I need to see 5,000 boxed lunches by 11 a.m. tomorrow!"