svetikya Chapter 30: A gangster who doesn't use his brain will spend his whole life on airplanes.
Chapter 30: A gangster who doesn't use his brain will spend his whole life on airplanes.
"Hey, stop looking so gloomy. You're doing a public service, want one?"
After Shark Boy hung up the phone, Chen Piao handed him a cigarette.
"Is it Huang Zhicheng calling again?"
Shark took the cigarette, lit it, and took a deep drag.
"Yes, he said on the phone that his superiors had booked a celebratory banquet for him at the Mandarin Oriental tonight."
"Didn't he say he would give you any kind of recognition?"
"They said they'd put a note about it in my file!"
"Damn! All this empty talk. The police have rules. For drug bust projects worth tens of millions, even if it's just an informant's tip, they can still get a 10% cut."
If you were an informant, you'd be a millionaire by now!
Chen Piao also pulled out a Red Marlboro and lit it, then pulled out a nylon bag from under the table.
Inside was two million in cash. Without saying much, Chen Piao simply dumped all the stacks of cash from the nylon bag onto the table.
"Don't look like you're half-dead. If Huang Zhicheng won't reimburse you for this expense, I will."
Two million! At your current salary of 3160 yuan a month, plus a special duty allowance of 1500 yuan per month, you'd have to work for 35 years to earn that much!
Chen Piao believes that there may be people in this world who can withstand the test of money, but that person will definitely not be Shark Boy.
And that was indeed the case. Upon seeing the bundles of gleaming gold banknotes on the table, Shark Boy's expression immediately improved.
Chen Piao held a cigarette in one hand and put the other hand on Shark Boy's shoulder.
He chuckled and asked, "I made 26 million on this deal, and I'm only giving you this little bit. Don't you think it's too little?"
"Brother Piao, if it weren't for you, I probably wouldn't have seen this much money before I died. How could I possibly think it's not enough?!"
Shark Boy's gaze was completely drawn to the pile of banknotes on the table, and there was no trace of frustration on his face.
Chen Piao smiled faintly: "Actually, to be honest, these 20 million is the start-up capital we used to establish ourselves in Tsim Sha Tsui."
If I give you these two million, don't squander it.
Lin Huai Le called me again just now. I need to go to Tai Ding Tea House in a bit to formally hand over the reins to Chen Yong Ren.
From now on, you'll be a big shot in Tsim Sha Tsui, no matter what. If you don't have money, your underlings won't respect you!
……
Jordan, inside Lam Wai-lok's finance company.
The news that Wo Luen Shing was going to set up shop in Tsim Sha Tsui spread very quickly. In less than half a day, everyone in Wo Luen Shing knew that Chan Piao was going to deliver the underwater book tonight.
As a result, people came to visit in droves.
These people came to Lin Huai Le for one thing only—that Tsim Sha Tsui had finally been taken over, and whether the promises Lin Huai Le had made before were still valid.
The answer is naturally no. Although Chen Yongren promised the Ni family's business that he would allow the people from the Wo Shing Group to get a share of the profits, it was only to get a share of the profits.
The original Ni family members have now been transformed into members of the Wo Luen Shing organization. With hundreds of mouths to feed, where would they find extra business to distribute to the Ninth District branch?
Even Jordan, played by Lam Wai-lok alone, doesn't seem to be enough to satisfy everyone!
After seeing off one uncle after another who came to probe the waters, Lin Huaiyue realized with dismay that—
All the old guys at Wo Luen Shing, except for Deng Wei, expressed their disappointment in him.
As the newly appointed head of the company, his influence within Wo Shing Wo will likely be significantly diminished in the future.
After sitting in his office for a long time, Lam Wai-lok finally decided that Tsim Sha Tsui had to make changes, at least in terms of the distribution of profits, he had to have a strong say in the process!
Now that the idea was finalized, a legitimate pretext was needed to force Chen Piao to take the lead in making concessions to him.
Just as Lin Huai Le was struggling with a problem, an uninvited young man gave him a new idea.
"Godfather!"
The plane from Lei Yue Mun came in from outside and greeted Lin Huai Le, who looked worried.
"Airplane, you've arrived!"
The moment Lin Huai-le saw the plane, he felt a sudden enlightenment.
Of the five godsons, Feiji had the strongest desire to get ahead and was also the most brainless!
Ever since Lin Huai Le made him call him "godfather," this guy has been referring to himself as the dragon head's godson all the time.
He believed that he had contributed the most to helping Lin Huai Le snatch the dragon head canopy, and even the former big boss Yu Tou Biao barely gave him any face.
The top student of the plane also had some complaints about this, and even said to others more than once that he was unaware that he had a student named "Airplane".
The plane was also straightforward; after Lin Huai Le let him sit down, it immediately explained its purpose.
"Godfather, I heard you're planning to open your own branch in Tsim Sha Tsui and promote that Knife Boy to the top?"
Lin Huaiyue nodded and answered very fluently.
"That's right!"
The plane immediately became excited.
"Why? Is his knife faster than mine?"
Godfather, why would you rather support an outsider than support your godson to take the position?
Before Dongguan Boy was taken in, you said you wanted to take care of Boss Quan and his gang, and I had nothing to say about that.
Now that the Dongguan guy isn't qualified anymore, you won't even give me this chance?!
Lin Huaiyue's expression immediately turned serious, but he was secretly overjoyed.
"Airplane, the territory in Tsim Sha Tsui was taken back by him for the triad. Supporting him to rise to power is also to give an explanation to the Ni family and those people!"
I know you want to stand out and contribute to the club, and I'd love to give you a chance too.
Seeing hope, the plane immediately responded.
"Then Godfather, you should support me. You're the leader, who would dare disobey your orders?"
If all else fails, let me have a fair fight with Knife Boy. If I beat him, all the people in Tsim Sha Tsui will be convinced!
Even Lin Huai Le, that old schemer, couldn't help but frown upon hearing Fei Ji's words.
He didn't know why he would take such a crazy person as his godson.
It seems that in the minds of airplane users, the leader's words are like imperial edicts. There are also things like fighting a fair and square battle, and if you win, you will become the person in charge of Tsim Sha Tsui. It's hard to imagine that such words came from the mouth of an adult.
If whoever can fight can make decisions, then the people under Wo Shing won't have to be subservient to Deng Xiaoping in everything!
Fat Deng looks so old and frail, he even has trouble walking. Lin Huaile guarantees that he can take on ten of him!
Knowing that he couldn't reason with an airplane, Lin Huai-le simply gave up trying.
Anyway, it's good for me if this guy is a little stupid, so Lin Huaiyue immediately spoke in a serious tone.
"Without the money the triads have to fight it out in Tsim Sha Tsui, it's a done deal that Chen Piao will become the leader of Tsim Sha Tsui."
However, if you want to make a name for yourself, it's not impossible. You can ask Chen Piao for a piece of land in Tsim Sha Tsui.
We're all brothers in the same club, so we can discuss and negotiate everything!
"If I ask him for territory, it's like asking me to acknowledge him as my boss?"
"No good godfather, he's not worthy of Daozai Piao!"
Lin Huai Le was speechless, but he still patiently explained.
"Who said you were to acknowledge him as your boss? Feiji is just asking you to get a piece of land and run it yourself."
Think about it carefully. You've done so much for the gang, whether as my godson or as someone who's been through thick and thin with me, surely Chen Piao wouldn't refuse, would he?