Chapter 245: Standing Firm

This Sha Tin unification battle, Long Teng's five hundred people all went up. Divided into five hundred-man teams, they gathered and started directly.

It's true that big gangs are impressive, but it's not where the entire gang's interests lie, so there are rarely scenes of thousands of people hitting the streets for a fight. It's mostly the underbosses or gang leaders having friction with other gangs, and getting a hundred or eighty people to have a go is the limit. In normal times, each venue only has twenty or thirty people just watching the place and maintaining order.

Long Teng moved suddenly this time, and it was fully armed with stab-proof clothing and police batons. Facing those gangs without any preparation, it was four words: destructive and decaying.

And because of the slogan of a monthly salary of five thousand, there were many who defected. The oath of worshiping Guan Gong when joining the gang was like a joke. Although Long Teng hadn't been established for long, Wang Yan's name was big. And they were all mixing out, so how could they not know that Long Teng was paying wages? Maybe they comforted themselves that Er Ye was also a God of Wealth...

This night, the big brothers of all gangs didn't sleep well. One phone call after another. It was too late to take action. At this time, calling people to fight was useless. The police were maintaining order and checking ID cards, so it was useless to go over.

In a group of big brothers asking around, they got Wang Yan's phone number, and when they called, it was a spray...

The Zhongqing Society also had power here, of course, they didn't run away. But Ding Xiaocheng didn't call, he was afraid he couldn't control it. But he was also a little happy. After all, Wang Yan offended so many people this time. If he couldn't give everyone a satisfactory explanation, he would probably be cold.

Wang Yan offended all the big mountain heads in Hong Kong, and he was afraid of no one.

So in a series of apologies, soft words and hard words were said, and finally reached cooperation with several large drug trafficking groups. Compared with other gangs doing traditional business, these drug traffickers were richer and more ruthless. So reaching a consensus of interests with them was fine, and they would naturally help block the disaster.

Wang Yan had the confidence to say this. After all, his venue had many people and was lively. Although most of the people who came to sell before were caught, they knew how much they earned. It could be imagined that after unifying Sha Tin, what kind of scene it would be. Compared with what those entertainment venues earned and the pitiful protection fees collected, there was no need to think about how to choose.

As for wanting them to clean up the territory themselves, such things wouldn't happen. After all, everyone had a pile of rotten things. Helping the police sweep away the people on the street would make the police focus on themselves. What a big disease that was? Even they saw Wang Yan's operation and laughed for a long time, too naive.

He guaranteed this, he gave up the market and collected a certain entry fee. The condition was to help block attacks from other gangs and not to cause trouble in his territory in the future.

He, Wang Mou, was definitely not black-hearted. Doing so was just to gain a breathing space. At the same time, he could earn some pocket money, and could provoke hatred between other big gangs. He could also openly fish for law enforcement, letting the police chase several families to consume their energy, killing several birds with one stone.

During this process, those who couldn't control themselves and went on the evil path could only blame themselves. At this time, there was only one sentence to send them: why didn't others smoke, but you smoke? Anyway, Wang Yan wouldn't think he was wrong, they had to find the reason from themselves.

And among these groups, of course, there was the Zhongqing Society of the old Ding family. Ding Xiaocheng wasn't a narrow-minded person. If there was money to be made, he wouldn't be a bastard. On the surface, the relationship was eased.

This time, after taking down Sha Tin, the pace of expansion would slow down. Long Teng's subordinates had already expanded to more than a thousand people, and they had enough to protect themselves or whatever. As long as they sorted out Sha Tin and maintained order, it was fine. Next, expansion was slowly nibbling away at the surrounding forces, basically no more big fights.

Now the entertainment venues, gambling stalls, and shoe and clothing factories under his hand, added together, could achieve a balance of payments, which was considered standing firm. What to do next was to expand the scale of business and make money. As long as his money earned there, the power of his subordinates would naturally expand there.

By the time Sha Tin was sorted out and completely controlled, it was already half a month later, in January 1986.

After Wang Yan exercised in the morning and finished breakfast, he was returning to the public housing when he saw Fang Ting, wearing a half-length hip-hugging professional suit, running out with a document bag in one hand and a mobile phone in the other.

Because of his appearance, Fang Ting didn't have a relationship with Ding Xiaocheng, so she didn't fall out with her family, so she lived in public housing now, unlike renting a house outside like in the drama.

"Morning, Brother Yan."

"Morning, Tingting, why are you in such a hurry." Wang Yan responded: "Wow, dressed so beautifully, looking at you like this, it doesn't look like you're a reporter."

Feeling Wang Yan's fiery gaze, Fang Ting felt a little embarrassed: "I haven't been a reporter for three days. Now I'm a personal assistant to the Vice President of the Securities Department of the American Tongbao Bank. I won't talk to you, Brother Yan, I'm going to Central, I'll be late soon."

Wang Yan of course knew this Vice President. He was the Chinese youth who climbed to the highest point on Wall Street, an absolute leader, Chen Taotao, and also the son of Chen Wanxian who fought against Fang Jinxin back then.

Watching Fang Ting turn and run, Wang Yan raised his wrist to check the time and shouted: "Wait, I'll send you there." It was 7:30 now, and it would take an hour to go back and forth to Central, which wouldn't delay seeing patients.

"No need, Brother Yan, you still have to see patients in a while, it's not good to delay others." Stopping and shouting, Fang Ting ran away in a hurry.

Wang Yan shook his head, casually beckoned a subordinate wearing a Long Teng uniform: "Drive my car and send her to the place."

"Yes, Brother Yan."

The subordinate responded, ran to the car parked not far away, started it, and stepped on the gas to catch up.

"Thank you Brother Yan..."

Watching Fang Ting wave and shout, Wang Yan also waved to signal, then turned and entered the public housing.

Chen Wanxian was definitely richer than him, Wang Mou. This time, Chen Taotao and Chen Wanxian's fight, should he intervene to earn some money to spend...

In the original drama, Chen Taotao was short of money and ran to Taiwan to borrow money from big brothers like Zhou Jisheng, which was borrowing usury. Although it wasn't known how much he borrowed, it must have been in the millions. And now Wang Yan's cash was probably a few million, which wasn't enough to do anything here. However, if he operated with him, earning a few million and doubling it wouldn't be a problem. After all, he ate both sides, eating

Speaking of Zhou Jisheng, when he watched the show before, he looked him up and it was said the prototype was the famous Brother Hao. Of course, a prototype is a prototype, and their fates were completely different. After all, if he really were Brother Hao, he should be in prison in Hong Kong right now; could he really run to Taiwan and continue being a big boss?

However, his strength was indeed quite solid. Wang Yan had inquired before, and even though Zhou Jisheng ran off to Taiwan, he still had influence in Hong Kong. If he really wanted to get things done, he could still pull together a force; he was indeed very impressive. This was also why Ding Xiaoxie, as the boss of the Zhongqing Society, was so wary of Zhou Jisheng. If Zhou Jisheng only had some power in Taiwan and was still acting so jumpy, given Ding Xiaoxie's personality, he would have crossed the sea to kill him long ago. There would be no need to go through the trouble of kneeling, apologizing, or finding hitmen for assassinations.

But on the other hand, Zhou Jisheng's wife, that big sister-boss called Sister Hua, was shot and killed by people sent by Ding Xiaoxie. To put it another way, even if Ding Xiaoxie didn't kill her, using Wang Yan's previous threat to Ding Yixie, no matter what, if those women had any problems, he would definitely wipe out the Ding family first. And Zhou Jisheng didn't make any big moves later, which shows that eight or nine times out of ten, his influence in Hong Kong wasn't as impressive as what was heard. Otherwise, for a man who had been impressive his whole life, why wouldn't he take revenge when his wife was shot?

This was the reasonable explanation Wang Yan thought of; otherwise, this would be a bug. Since the system "living father" brought him here, there couldn't be any bugs, so his reasonable explanation was likely the truth. After all, a boss who was once impressive is now nothing, afraid to return to Hong Kong his whole life, left with only that old face. If you give him face, you call him Brother Ji; if you don't, he's worth nothing.

Thinking about things along the way, Wang Yan returned to the room, grabbed a basin, and went out to wash up.

At this moment, the people waiting to see the doctor in the corridor were already there, standing to one side very understanding of the rules, with the line extending all the way to the stairwell. Because there were too many people to see, his underling was registering them in the back, giving them numbers for tomorrow. Of course, the speed of seeing patients was different every day; those who registered in the back had all left, but those relatively closer to the front were still hoping to try their luck—anyway, they had already come.

Going on like this was of course not a long-term solution. Wang Yan had already opened a shop nearby and was currently renovating it; he estimated it would be ready in about half a month. In the future, he would see patients for half a day when he was free, going further along the medical path.

If you really want to talk about it, among his many level-five skills, besides martial arts, medical arts were the strongest; one could say he was dual-cultivating medicine and martial arts.

When Wang Yan returned from washing up, he saw Luo Huiling waiting for him in the room.

"What's wrong, Sister Ling?"

Seeing Wang Yan's muscular physique with his shirt off, Luo Huiling turned her head unnaturally: "A-Yan, I heard from A-Mei that Zhanbo asked you to see his master?"

Wang Yan smiled: "That did happen, what's wrong?"

"Then his master, how is he really? Is he really mentally ill?" Luo Huiling explained: "You don't know, Zhanbo has been acting strange lately. Yesterday I found his Walkman, and it was all recordings of 'I, Fang Zhanbo, want to get rich, I, Fang Zhanbo, want to become a billionaire.' I'm worried he's gone crazy thinking about money."

"It's fine, maybe he's just ambitious, constantly reminding himself to improve," Wang Yan laughed. "His master's name is Ye Tian, and he was a friend of Fang Jinxin's in the past. Before being beaten to death by Ding Xie, Fang Jinxin was competing against Chen Wanxian together with Ye Tian. As for his illness, it's nothing—just a clouded mind, half-dreaming and half-awake, it's not a big problem. He's played the stock market for half a lifetime, so he has the ability; Fang Zhanbo can learn a lot."

"Really?"

"Really, I guarantee it." As he spoke, Wang Yan stepped forward, grabbed Luo Huiling's shoulders with both hands, turned her around, and pushed her out the door: "Alright, no need to worry, if there's a problem, come find me. Aren't you going to drive? It's already this late, hurry and go."

"I'm off today, really..." Luo Huiling slapped Wang Yan's hand away, rolled her eyes, turned around, and left.

Luo Huiling was still being pursued by that plainclothes policeman named Li Guang; Wang Yan had met him once. His reputation in the police and underworld circles was very famous, so the meeting was quite awkward. Since then, he hadn't heard the group of old ladies nagging about it anymore.

Shaking his head and laughing, Wang Yan waved in a patient, turned back into the room to put on his clothes and brew tea, and began seeing patients.

After the morning passed and he had lunch, Wang Yan made a call to his underlings and arranged for the stock market business. Only an idiot wouldn't make money when it's there; doubling his money in a few days, there was no reason not to do it.

Afterward, he went to Long Teng's technology company, where he had already set up several project teams. However, due to funding, most of the teams hadn't started work; basically, there were just a few people doing theoretical research.

It was early 1986, and personal computers had only just emerged a few years ago, far from comparable to later generations. But researching them at the beginning wasn't necessarily a bad thing. So Wang Yan still established an artificial intelligence project to see what kind of development it would have without his intervention. Although the general path was the same, the process would definitely be different; some things might be areas he hadn't touched in a hundred years, so it could serve as a supplement.

For other project teams, Wang Yan also established ones for new materials, balanced ternary computers, and so on. It's just that these were money pits; currently, only the new materials team had started work, while the others were just doing theory.

And the reason he chose the ternary computer among the balanced ternary, photonic, and quantum computers was mainly because "Old Brother Su" had a legacy, and there was a team over there that could get a good start, saving a lot of effort... As for the other two, they hadn't come out even thirty years later, and in the lab, everything was calculated by the second; if he worked on them here until thirty years later, it would be the same, so it was better to spend thirty years tackling what already existed. If it really succeeded, it would be a hopeful path, of course, that would be great; if it didn't, it didn't matter, it was just thirty years...

Of course, he hadn't gone to Old Brother Su's territory to inherit anything yet; after all, although Old Brother Su's internal situation was already like fire cooking oil, it was still okay, and it would be better to wait another three to five years before making a move.

It wasn't that there was no possibility of poaching people; Old Brother Su's days were miserable enough. A bunch of experts and professors were all mixing with those Gulags just to live a good life, so why wouldn't they work for him, Wang Mou?

This project was just as important as the new materials research this time; they were currently researching hardware, such as the underlying circuit construction, etc.

The reason Wang Yan went to the company was also to learn; after all, his science talent was relatively poor, so he really couldn't get by without learning. His main purpose for learning was to know the entire context from scratch, so that next time he directed people to work, he would know how to direct them. After all, this was a huge, complex system; just look at the binary computer industry cluster, it wasn't something he could reproduce in reality just by rote memorization.

In the blink of an eye, two days passed. Chen Wanxian and his son Chen Taotao were having their little squabbles. Every day his underlings reported, and everything Wang Yan heard was about how much they had earned, which was not bad.

This afternoon, Wang Yan received a call from Fang Ting, saying she wanted to introduce her boss to him.

Even if he thought with his toes, Wang Yan knew it was because Chen Taotao was out of money. The most impressive person Fang Ting knew was him, Wang Mou, the famous gang leader in Hong Kong and Kowloon. Now that her boss was out of money, and his resume was so impressive, and he looked quite capable, it was likely he wouldn't lose, so it was normal for her to want to introduce Wang Yan to him.

It's just that Fang Ting's approach was a bit lacking in self-awareness; without a word, she brought someone over to borrow money from him—how thick-skinned could she be?

Wang Yan of course agreed and happily accepted the appointment...