Chapter 122

The group Wang Yan registered this time wasn't called "Long Teng," but rather "Fengdan Fengdan Sihai."

There was nothing wrong with the name "Long Teng" itself, but his identity as a Chinese person couldn't be hidden. Even if he used nesting dolls to distance himself from the group, anyone with intent could find out that the real boss was him. Adding that name would only invite unnecessary trouble. After all, in the East, there is only one dragon.

"Dragon soars the four seas, the four seas raise the dragon"—the name "Fengdan Fengdan Sihai" was also quite good, so he just settled on it.

Before long, Park Jeong-ui, who had seen off Lawyer Kim, returned: "Boss, Lawyer Kim has already been sent back."

Wang Yan lay back on the sofa, smoking: "You've already inquired clearly about the situation in Gijang-gun over these past few days. Aside from the forces of the three major gangs, all other territories are ours. Take some money in a while and go visit the supervisor of the local police station..."

There was no help for it; when they took action, they wouldn't be like Wang Yan, acting alone, but rather hundreds of them swarming everywhere to hack people. This situation was common in earlier years, but now that it was the new century, doing it this way was a bit excessive, and the police station's emergency lines could be blown up.

This Park Jeong-ui was too low-level; he acted like a grandson when he saw the police and had never put effort into these matters. Wang Yan had no choice but to lecture him on how to send money, how to offer credit, and how to converse with them.

After imparting these things and seeing that Park Jeong-ui understood, Wang Yan continued: "Start the operation today and strive to take it within a month. Also, go out under the name of the 'Heavenly Alliance'; you are the president."

Park Jeong-ui was overjoyed and, in his excitement, bowed repeatedly to show his loyalty: "Don't worry, Boss. I will absolutely not let down your trust. I will definitely take it within half a month."

Wang Yan waved his hand: "Go do your work."

"Yes, Boss." Park Jeong-ui bowed and walked out quickly in excitement.

Actually, this was also Wang Yan's quirky sense of humor. Anyway, a name is just a code; he could think seriously about the group name, but he'd just let the gang name be. Although it was a bit silly and a bit dorky, the implication was still good: Heavenly Alliance, dominate the world.

The Fengdan Fengdan Sihai Group was a proper group; how could it have any connection to a gang? All the bad things were done by the Heavenly Alliance, and all the good things were the credit of the Fengdan Fengdan Sihai Group.

Once Gijang-gun was thoroughly taken, the elites would be recruited into the security company for training. As for the dregs, they would just be as they were; he wouldn't overly restrict them. If something went wrong, it would be Park Jeong-ui's fault; after all, being president wasn't just for show, and he believed Park Jeong-ui knew that.

In the following half-month, every night, except for the few people left behind to watch the shops, basically everyone took their blades out to fight. Wang Yan led two "clubs" who had been practicing their spoken language too much lately and were a bit physically weak, to oversee the battle.

Starting from this street, they expanded outward. Under Park Jeong-ui's arrangement, they split into groups of fifty and attacked in a scattered fashion. Once they arrived at a place, they didn't care about anything else; if they saw someone acting cocky, they would go up and beat them, and if they met resistance, they would hack them with blades until they lost the ability to resist. Finally, they left a few people behind to register identities and note down family information according to Wang Yan's instructions.

The police station was responsible and served as the guardian of urban order. Once the fighting here was about done, the police cars would stroll over. After a simple inquiry, they would take a few people away to be locked up for two days, and that would be the end of it.

The process had its bumps, but the results were good. During this period, aside from the Geummun Group, all other big and small thugs were incorporated, totaling about two thousand people, and even then, they were a mixed bag.

The reason there were only so many people was that the commercially developed areas of Gijang-gun were limited. Aside from those leading ten or twenty people fighting on their own, the rest were large gangs of over a hundred people occupying large swaths of territory. Furthermore, the Heavenly Alliance was so fierce, making it clear that they intended to incorporate everyone except the Geummun Group, leaving no food for others. Not only that, the Heavenly Alliance also confiscated the bosses' assets—was this something humans would do? Because of this, quite a few small bosses ran away with their family assets; they didn't want the family business they had painstakingly saved up to be snatched away by others.

There was still resistance, but they didn't have a single figure who could suppress the others and coordinate the overall situation; no one was convinced by anyone else, they were just a bunch of rabble. Furthermore, as the number of underlings increased and various bosses of different strengths joined, Wang Yan's deterrent power was no longer as strong as it had been with those initial four hundred people; many of them didn't even know there was a person named Wang Yan.

Although they had registered their information, they sneered at Park Jeong-ui's serious and non-deterrent threat to kill their whole families. They had also inquired with the original people, and since the founding until now, only a few Chinese people had been dealt with. Inevitably, they had different thoughts and engaged in some small tricks. There were even some bold players who incited others to rebel, wanting to finish off Park Jeong-ui and Wang Yan and their group.

Wang Yan didn't even need to speak; Park Jeong-ui took action himself. Overnight, the group of bosses who had participated, along with their entire families, all disappeared. Now it was quiet; no one was yelling about rebelling anymore.

This batch of troublemakers was wiped out, and Park Jeong-ui promoted some people according to Wang Yan's instructions. These people were the ones left over who were still passable after Wang Yan had finished screening the security company.

Another thing was the Geummun Group. For gangs like them that wanted to transform and wash their hands clean, there was no such thing as "territory" on the surface. Industries like usury, construction, logistics, and entertainment, as long as they were opened there, no one dared to provoke them. And they were also facing a cleanup, so their control over the surrounding area was much smaller. They didn't care about those things; after all, the biggest use of territory was collecting protection fees, and they didn't look down on that little bit of money. By comparison, leaving those territories vacant and letting small gangs fight to the death to attract attention was more beneficial to them.

Because Wang Yan didn't let the Heavenly Alliance target the Geummun Group, the bosses of the three major factions here thought he was afraid of them and sent some men out to pick up cheap gains. Among them, the people from the Zaihu faction were the most shameless; the leader here made a phone call to his boss. Aside from the entertainment venues they controlled, the remaining irregular prostitution spots and gambling dens had all been taken by the Heavenly Alliance. If they could get all of these into their hands, that would also be a considerable fortune.

That boss didn't care either; they hadn't taken action before because it wasn't worth a big fight, but now that there was an opportunity, they would snatch it. Because of this, the leader of the Zaihu faction in Gijang-gun brought a group of people over to follow the Heavenly Alliance and snatch the fruits of victory.

Wang Yan also knew they were just taking a shot in the dark, and beating them back would be enough. He didn't kill anyone; that was something idiots did. Now that he had just taken the territory outside the Geummun Group, the internal situation wasn't very stable, so starting a fight with this kind of force would likely mean his head had been kicked by a donkey. He could settle these accounts later when he controlled Busan.

In the following time, Wang Yan slowed down the pace of expansion and began to integrate his forces and readjust the structure.

Wang Yan brought out the thirteen-level system he had used before and applied it to the Heavenly Alliance and the Fengdan Fengdan Sihai Group. Based on their performance during this period and their status before being incorporated, he graded the dregs of the Heavenly Alliance and the dregs who had signed contracts to be employed by Fengdan Fengdan Sihai Security, clearly listing the treatment for each level, giving these people a visible path. In addition, to better control the Heavenly Alliance, Wang Yan promoted two more vice presidents.

As for the Fengdan Fengdan Sihai Group, Wang Yan invested all the money snatched this time into the group as startup capital, except for a portion left for them to continue operations. Relying on...

Because there was no one available to use, Wang Yan handled everything himself. By the time he finished dealing with these matters, half a month had passed, and Gijang-gun had returned to its former state.

The framework had been set up, and future things would be much simpler. Thus, the Heavenly Alliance, which had been recuperating for half a month, set out again. A portion of the people began to go door-to-door in Gijang-gun to collect protection fees, at prices much higher than before. After all, there was no competition; there was only the Heavenly Alliance, and there would no longer be the occurrence of people coming to collect protection fees every few days, so collecting a bit more was reasonable. The merchants knew the character of these people well; calling the police was useless. Although they hated them to the bone, they had no choice but to pay up.

And another portion of the people infiltrated Haeundae and Geumjeong-gu to the south, rolling like a snowball, pushing forward bit by bit. This time, it was still Park Jeong-ui who went to pay money and ask for directions; after all, he had experience once.

Wang Yan's meaning was very simple: it was best to take money and get things done; if they didn't take money and didn't get things done, then it didn't matter if it was a bit slower. One couldn't say there were no good people in the South Korean government; one could only say there were basically none. At worst, he would send a few people in to squat, and then study them later. If they really didn't know what was good for them, Lee Ja-sung had already clearly demonstrated what should be done.

In fact, thanks to the cooperation of the Gijang-gun police station, Park Jeong-ui and the chief there got along well. It was also through this that Wang Yan spent money to obtain Gijang-gun household registration for himself, Zhang Guangshan, and Li Quan, making them proper South Korean citizens.

The expansion of the Heavenly Alliance was left to Park Jeong-ui; Wang Yan only needed to ensure he could control the Heavenly Alliance. Now that they had South Korean nationality, they didn't need to live in seclusion like before, so Wang Yan took a group of people, including two underlings, and went directly to Busan city.

"Mr. Wang, this is currently the best office building in Busan. What do you think?" In the Busan CBD, an agent accompanied Wang Yan as they wandered around a 48-story office building.

Wang Yan nodded faintly: "Not bad, this is it. Let's sign the contract." His underlings were useless; he had to handle even such a small matter himself.

After the underlings left with the agent, Zhang Guangshan stood by the window, looking at the faintly visible sea in the distance, and clicked his tongue in admiration: "Brother Yan, if we had known, we should have come out earlier. Comparing this, what kind of life were we living before?"

"That's right, this is the first time I've seen such an imposing building."

"Yeah, Brother Yan, don't keep a long face all day. The young ladies here are better than your wif... woo woo..."

Zhang Guangshan was just getting into the swing of things when Li Quan suddenly covered his mouth. He patted Li Quan while making muffled sounds. But after patting him twice and seeing Wang Yan's dangerous gaze, he also reacted and quieted down.

Seeing that he understood, Li Quan let go and stood there honestly.

Wang Yan shook his head helplessly: "It's fine to talk about my wife, but you two need to be careful lately. You can't learn Korean, and your bodies have become weak from fighting; you two are in danger..."

Zhang Guangshan raised his hand weakly, and seeing Wang Yan nod, he tentatively said: "Brother Yan, I have an idea. That is... can we let them all learn... learn Chinese?"

Li Quan looked at him in surprise; there was nothing wrong with that, we are the bosses. Can this idiot actually have this kind of brain?

"You're right, I do have this idea. Not just Chinese, but English must also be learned. We are going to break out of Asia and move toward the world in the future. If we want to integrate with the world, language is the first hurdle." Wang Yan nodded in approval, then changed the subject: "However, what does this have to do with you not learning Korean? Not only that, you have to learn English in the future."

Under their hopeless gazes, Wang Yan held up a finger: "I'll give you another month. If you can't even have a simple conversation by then and can't understand a single word, then I won't be polite."

Their loyalty was no problem; after all, it was part of their character settings. It was just this brain...

After renting the office building, the Fengdan Fengdan Sihai Group was officially established. Wang Yan began large-scale recruitment: lawyers, finance, management, programmers, and so on. Of course, as the boss, he only interviewed a few senior management personnel; the rest wasn't his business.

As for the question of whether the recruited staff were Chinese or South Korean, Wang Yan didn't care and had no hard requirements. He wanted people who could work, not to show care for compatriots abroad when he didn't know if their hearts remained red.

The Heavenly Alliance was different; he intentionally controlled the number of Chinese people in the Heavenly Alliance, keeping them in the minority. Because once the Heavenly Alliance was labeled "South Korea's largest violent organization, and also the largest Chinese violent organization," then he would basically be playing for nothing...

Of course, the Heavenly Alliance would definitely not be the largest violent organization; after all, everyone understands the principle that the gun hits the bird that sticks its head out.

What is "New World" about? Isn't it the story of the largest violent organization, the Geummun Group, being targeted?

Wang Yan wouldn't be that stupid. If the Heavenly Alliance really had such a day, he would turn around and prop up another gang, creating a situation of mutual combat. If that didn't work, he'd bring in another one, creating a three-way standoff. Everyone could just bring out their men to fight when they had nothing to do, killing a few people or something, just for entertainment.

The most important thing was the Fengdan Fengdan Sihai Group; this was the foundation. This time, he didn't intend to engage in real industry at all; he would just do internet, food delivery, logistics, and other businesses that employed many people, which could also be considered helping the South Korean authorities solve employment problems.

Although South Korea only had that many people and the market was limited, he didn't care about that. His goal was very simple: votes. By then, the people working for the Fengdan Fengdan Sihai Group and the families of the gang dregs would absolutely be an indispensable force in South Korean political games.

The internet environment might be different, but the development of the internet was definitely not a problem. He would bring over the domestic model: instant messaging, self-media, short videos, social platforms, and so on. Mastering the discourse on the internet, fanning the flames and setting the rhythm when he had nothing to do—by then, it would inevitably attract the attention of the chaebols. He would then collude with this group of people, and everyone would be happy.

Moreover, industries like food delivery and logistics, which didn't have high requirements for individual quality, could also be linked to the Heavenly Alliance's business. After all, the Heavenly Alliance was a gang, and things like casinos and usury existed. There were plenty of people who couldn't pay back their debts, so he would seamlessly connect them, directly arranging for them to work for free in food delivery and logistics, saving them from selling their children or wives, which was also a meritorious deed...