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

Nine out of ten gangsters will end up unlucky.

Blind Hui is a small-time hoodlum in "Mobile Unit" whose girlfriend is Sister Feng, a girl from northern China.

Both were from the lower rungs of society, leading difficult lives, and their endings were tragic.

Seeing that Blind Hui was relatively obedient, and since they needed manpower to sell boxed lunches tomorrow anyway, Chen Yang pulled out a large gold bull bill and tossed it over: "From now on, you'll stick with Tai Bao, and I guarantee no one will bully you!"

"Thank you, Brother Yang!" Tai-bao immediately expressed his gratitude, finally having his own henchmen!

Blind Hui stood there, stunned and at a loss.

Taibao walked over and patted him on the head: "Aren't you going to thank Brother Yang!"

"Thank you, Brother Yang!" Blind Hui nodded vigorously.

"Damn it, other people can get red envelopes for their gifts, but I have to pay out of my own pocket!" Chen Yang complained.

Taibao immediately took out a red envelope and stuffed it into Manghui's hand.

Blind Hui didn't react in time.

"Hui-zai, put a hundred dollars into Yang-ge's red envelope!"

"Why?" Blind Hui held the thousand dollars Chen Yang had given him, completely bewildered by this behavior.

"Taibao, forget it!" Chen Yang waved his hand.

With Sang Biao dead, his dozens of men had nowhere to go. Upon learning that Mang Hui had joined Tai Bao, they all came to follow Chen Yang.

Chen Yang needed men, so he had Hua Di recruit them all.

There's no need to talk about loyalty with these Blue Lantern gangs; as long as there's money to be made, they won't run away even if you break their legs!

......

At 10 p.m., Chen Yang stood in front of He Min's door and knocked for a long time but no one answered. He was probably tutoring students again.

I can't have milk tonight either. If I want some, I'll have to go to Edinburgh School to find her!

Chen Yang returned home feeling depressed. As soon as he opened his mouth, Gang Sheng pounced on him and showered him with kisses on the face.

Before Chen Yang could agree, Gang Sheng dragged him into the room and trained him for two whole hours before finally stopping.

Gang Sheng was exhausted and barely breathing, but seeing Chen Yang's weary face filled him with a smug satisfaction, a mischievous glint in his eyes: "Brother Yang, you can only drink my fresh soy milk every night, don't even think about drinking cow's milk!"

"Damn it, why is my pee split?"

Chen Yang stood in the toilet and couldn't help but curse.

That Hong Kong girl is getting more and more capable; she needs to eat more oysters, or she'll become a laughingstock!

Amin!

My Amin, wait for me to come over and have some milk with you!

......

noon the next day.

More than a dozen boxed lunch stalls have appeared on Siu Lam Street in Tuen Mun.

The chef serving the food had a fierce face and was covered in tattoos, which frightened many of the workers.

But these seemingly menacing thugs were all smiles, speaking softly: "Hey coworker, want some boxed lunches? White-cut chicken, roast duck, roast goose—only fifteen dollars a serving, cheap and delicious!"

The workers were initially reluctant.

However, their stalls are located on several streets around the area, and since mealtimes are already tight, the workers have no choice but to pay for boxed lunches.

They took a bite and found it tasted good, and ate it with great relish.

"Wow, this is delicious!"

"There's so much chicken! More than half again as much as before!"

"Such a large portion, and it's only fifteen dollars! It's so cheap! I'll buy a few more for my wife and kids!"

The boxed meals were very generous, and many people continued to queue up to buy more even after they were full.

There was a long queue in front of the stall; business was booming!

Many lower-class Hong Kong residents live in poor conditions. Their homes lack not only kitchens, but many also lack toilets, and they can only eat boxed meals for three meals a day.

As soon as lunchtime ended, Hua Di ran excitedly to Chen Yang's side, still breathless, and exclaimed, "Brother Yang, all five thousand boxed meals are sold out! Many people wanted to buy some but couldn't, and they were standing there refusing to leave!"

Chen Yang put away the money and counted it.

Each meal makes a profit of ten dollars, so five thousand meals would be fifty thousand dollars, which is barely enough to make ends meet.

He gave Hua Di ten thousand to distribute among the brothers, with wages paid daily and never delayed.

Once the gangsters got the money, they'd be completely devoted to Chen Yang. If you try to drive them away, they'll definitely curse your whole family!

"Thank you so much, Brother Yang!" Wah-dee said excitedly.

Chen Yang paid each of his brothers 100 yuan a day, while he paid 200.

In total, a monthly income of six thousand is much higher than that of white-collar elites who work in office buildings in Central, and several times higher than that of workers who buy boxed lunches!

"Wah-di, did those food vendors who sold boxed lunches before have any complaints?"

"Brother Yang, with so many brothers here, how could they dare to have any objections?" Hua Di asked knowingly, his face showing embarrassment.

With dozens of menacing thugs standing on the street, who wouldn't be afraid to open a shop and do business?

They're not afraid of not making money, but they're also afraid of getting beaten up and hospitalized.

Today's trial run was a success, and Chen Yang immediately instructed Hua Di: "Hua Di, have the kitchen make an extra five thousand servings, and wholesale them to the surrounding vendors for twenty dollars each!"

"Ah..." Wah-dee was stunned.

Dude, what kind of operation is this? Selling it to workers for fifteen and to street vendors for twenty, what idiot would buy it?

"Aren't there many workers who want to buy but can't? Then pay extra to buy from the vendors. That's called profiting from both sides!" Chen Yang said casually, his eyes full of calculation.

This tactic not only turns the opponent into a money-making machine, but also leaves a deep impression on the workers.

For delicious and affordable boxed lunches, Chen Yang's is the place to go.

Given enough time, Chen Yang will be able to build his own brand.

Then, they went public to raise funds, expanded their product categories aggressively, and had stores all over Kowloon, controlling the daily meals of millions of people!

At that time, all the upper-class political and business figures will have to greet Chen Yang warmly as "Mr. Chen!"

Even Hong Kong's richest man wouldn't dare offend Chen Yang, otherwise, with a single word, everyone in his company would go hungry!

"But what if the workers think it's too expensive and don't want to buy it?" Wah-di asked after careful consideration.

"Businessmen are profit-driven. If the workers here don't buy, they'll sell it on other streets. Workers from surrounding areas also come here because they know our boxed meals are cheap. We make 20,000 boxed meals every day!"

"Twenty thousand servings? The chef will be exhausted!" Tai-bao suddenly interjected.

"Damn it, that guy walks so quietly, he's trying to scare people to death!" Chen Yang kicked him and cursed.

"Brother Yang, I'm sorry!" Tai Bao apologized immediately, not wanting to be beaten to death by Chen Yang.

"There's more than one large kitchen, Wah-di, make another one tonight. Once things stabilize in Tuen Mun, we'll sell the boxed meals in Sham Shui Po!"

Chen Yang's eyes were bright and full of confidence.

Of the 18 districts on Hong Kong Island, Sham Shui Po has the largest and most densely populated area, with more than 5,000 factories, which is more than ten times the number in Tuen Mun.

Wo Luen Shing's territory is located in the Lai Chi Kok and Cheung Sha Wan area, which is a concentrated factory area.

The trial run in Tuen Mun was successful, so we simply copied it there.

"Brother Yang, I make tens of thousands selling boxed lunches on these streets every noon. If I sold them all over Sham Shui Po, wouldn't I make hundreds of thousands a day, and tens of millions a month?"

Hua Di said with a look of shock.

"Tens of millions a month, my God, how do you spend so much money?" Tai-bao was also greatly shocked. He had never dreamed of having so much money!

I heard Silver Snake bragging before that his boss Jimmy earns nearly a million dollars a month, and many people want to work for him.

My boss can earn ten million a month now, so what's one million?