After ten years undercover, I'm giving up.

Build it however you want.

Do whatever you want.

Tian Yangsi said, "Boss, production capacity is a bit behind right now. The stock we prepared a month ago is almost all gone."

Ma Zhichao said, "Call the mainland and tell them to start production at full capacity starting today."

"Send someone over there to keep a close eye on things; quality control is absolutely crucial."

Tian Yangsi nodded: "Okay, boss."

……

Just how popular are modern suits these days?

It's incredibly popular!

Especially in various clubs and organizations, it has become an essential piece of equipment!

Anyone who has seen the movie "Infernal Affairs" and is a member of the Young and Dangerous gang will find it hard not to like this cool and stylish black suit.

This suit is a perfect match for the gang's vibe!

Whether they are newcomers to the scene or established veterans, they are all brainwashed by the black suit.

Especially Han Chen's line:

"Floral shirts? They look like something a thug or gangster would wear, trash, garbage... We're a large corporation now, we need to be high-end and sophisticated... We absolutely can't wear these floral shirts anymore..."

As a result, a group of people rushed to buy new-era suits.

The number was used to directly issue an order to a certain gang leader:

"Go and tell everyone down there that each person must buy a black suit."

"We're going out street canvassing tomorrow, and our number guild will be the coolest guys in Hong Kong!"

On the other side, Big D led his Tsuen Wan men to confront Hung Hing.

Big D's side is all dressed in black suits.

On the other hand, the Hung Hing group was all dressed in bright, colorful clothes.

The two sides were on completely different levels in terms of their momentum!

……

The new era of suits has sparked a brand new trend throughout the industry!

Those gangsters who used to love floral shirts also started throwing them away.

Incidentally, they also started to look down on their colleagues who still wore floral shirts.

If you're out in the game, you'll buy a suit if you have the money.

Even if you don't have money, you should still find a way to get a black suit.

Otherwise, even brothers in the same gang would form a hierarchy of contempt.

Under the contempt of their own people.

Under the contempt of members of rival groups.

It's really hard to get by without a black suit!

The martial arts world is, by its very nature, a place where face is the most important thing.

To borrow a phrase that has just been circulating in the martial arts world these past two days:

"You don't even have a modern suit, what right do you have to talk to me?"

"You can't even buy a modern suit, what makes you think you can compete with me?!"

In a short time.

The man in the black suit was smug and arrogant, walking around town every day with an air of self-importance.

Those who don't own a black suit can only temporarily avoid the limelight and desperately try to get one.

Because of this, a very interesting phenomenon has emerged on the streets of Hong Kong Island.

In the past, gangsters were easily recognizable by their gold chains and floral shirts.

But now?

The gangsters all changed into black suits, and surprisingly, they looked cool, handsome, and quite serious.

They blended in with ordinary citizens, and for a moment it was difficult to distinguish who was an ordinary person and who was a gangster!

As for why we didn't choose Lin's suits?

no way.

Lin's suits are now being criticized terribly.

In the face of the modern suit, it has almost no advantages and has been denigrated as utterly worthless!

……

of course.

Lin Daheng is no pushover either.

After the stock market battle temporarily came to an end yesterday, he immediately convened the clothing design department.

First, he gave her a good scolding.

He then immediately asked the team to correct various shortcomings of Lin's suits.

To put it simply, it boils down to one sentence.

抄！

Embrace the modern suit!

The next day, newspapers across Hong Kong reported that Lam's Clothing was about to undergo a major reorganization, aiming to launch a brand-new style of Lam's suits within ten days, guaranteeing that the public would be satisfied.

Ten days?

The daylily buds are all cold!

……

……

the next day.

9:30 a.m.

The sun was shining brightly and the air was fresh.

Lok Hye-jung lay face down on the dining table.

The dining table made creaking and groaning sounds.

Ma Zhichao proved with facts that the person who stabs you in the back is not necessarily your enemy.

He could also be a complete jerk.

Ring ring ring~~~~

The phone rang.

Liang Xiaorou's voice came through: "Ah-tou..."

Ma Zhichao asked, "What is it?"

Liang Xiaorou said, "Chief Superintendent Cody from the Criminal Intelligence Bureau of the Police Force is here. He said he wants to discuss with you how to write the operation report for the last case."

Ma Zhichao casually said, "Let him wait."

"Yes."

After hanging up the phone, Ma Zhichao looked at Le Huizhen and said, "I have to go. I'll give you ten minutes."

Lok Wai-ching rushed into the bathroom: "Then could you help me find some clothes..."

Ma Zhichao sneered repeatedly: "Help you? Me, a dignified man, doing such a trivial thing? Isn't that an insult to my character?"

Yue Huizhen: "???"

Little things?

Why did you do those "little things" so crazy last night?

She was so angry that she rushed out of the bathroom and started throwing a few small punches at Ma Zhichao.

Pooh!

Damn scumbag! !

Ten minutes later.

The two went downstairs.

Getting ready to eat breakfast.

"Ma Sheng..."

"Ma Sheng..."

As he walked along, many citizens greeted Ma Zhichao warmly.

While responding, Ma Zhichao said to Le Huizhen, "It seems you should move."

Lok Wai-ching's eyes lit up: "I want a villa, a mansion of several thousand square feet!"

Ma Zhichao laughed and said, "Don't worry, you're my woman. Houses and money, spend them as you please."

"That's more like it!"

Le Huizhen was satisfied and leaned over to give Ma Zhichao a hard kiss.

But soon, she remembered that Ma Zhichao had another woman—Fang Siwei.

Suddenly, another wave of anger and bitterness washed over me!

Am I supposed to share a man with that bitch Fang Siwei?

The more I think about it, the angrier I get.

So she raised her little fist and punched Ma Zhichao.

Ma Zhichao: "???"

The two found a breakfast shop and sat down.

I ordered several breakfast items.

Sizzling rice noodle rolls, crispy taro cake, cucumber with vinegar...

"Boss, give me two bottles of Pepsi!"

"I'll take two bottles too!"

"Give me a bottle..."

Some customers had barely sat down when they started shouting.

Ma Zhichao: "..."

Damn it.

Is my New Era Coca-Cola really that lacking in prestige?

Nobody orders?

At that moment, a customer shouted, "Why are you drinking Pepsi? Isn't New Age Coke good enough?"

Someone nearby replied, "New Era Coke tastes good, but I'm not used to the way it tastes."

"I'm used to Pepsi."

"The new-era Coca-Cola tastes different from the old one, I'll stick with the old brand."

The guests gave their feedback.

Ma Zhichao was displeased with what he heard.

Pepsi?

Humph.

I hope you get a severe bout of diarrhea soon!

Soon.

The owner handed bottles of Pepsi to the customers and casually opened the caps.

The guests picked it up and chugged it down.

"Wow, I love the feeling of those spicy bubbles rolling down my throat... *burp*..."

"Pepsi, that's great!"

"But something's strange, this Pepsi tastes a little different than usual today."

Le Huizhen kicked Ma Zhichao with her slender, snow-white, round, and tender little feet, and said gloatingly:

"It seems your new-age cola isn't very popular."

"What's mine?"

Ma Zhichao laughed and said, "It's ours, and you'll have shares in it too in the future."

Lok Hye-jung's eyes lit up instantly.

She immediately kissed Ma Zhichao, her large breasts offering a massage as a perk, then said indignantly:

"Brother Chao, these people really don't know what's good for them! They drink Pepsi, this garbage!"

As she spoke, she even waved her little fist.

Ma Zhichao: "..."

You're being way too realistic.

About twenty minutes later.

Ma Zhichao and Le Huizhen had almost finished eating.

Those citizens who drank Pepsi are finally starting to react.

One by one, they clutched their stomachs and rushed towards the toilet.

"Damn it... what's going on?"

"My stomach hurts so much!"

"Boss, did you use any expired ingredients? Why do I suddenly have a stomachache!"

Seven or eight citizens, their faces turning green, rushed to the toilet while cursing loudly.

The owner quickly protested, "That's impossible! All the ingredients in our shop are fresh. You can go into the kitchen and see for yourselves!"

But the citizens suffering from diarrhea simply didn't buy it.

"Fresh? If it's really fresh, why do we all have stomach aches?"

"Exactly, there must be something wrong with the breakfast at your shop!"

"Damn it, boss, I've been eating here for over ten years, and I never imagined you were this kind of person..."

When the other guests saw this, they also stopped eating.

The look in his eyes as he looked at the boss was immediately filled with suspicion.

The boss almost cried.

This could ruin your reputation!