Chapter 533: It Is Said That You Don't Hit a Smiling Face

Little Dai's desire to get ahead was very urgent. Just as he told Tie Tou, if he only relied on working diligently at dirty and tiring jobs, he would really be poor for a lifetime. This was something he was unwilling to accept no matter what; death was better than that.

Wang Yan showed him another possibility: doing things with rules, being sentimental, generous, and having strong personal martial prowess. Especially when he thought of Wang Yan smashing the Japanese gang's bar single-handedly and extremely cruelly breaking so many people's legs and severing their tendons, he shivered just thinking about the scene.

The most critical thing was that it was only Wang Yan's first day in Tokyo. Just arriving in this place, blind and without a retreat, he dared to go up and smash the place to rob money. This fucking was a ruthless person. The key was that he had a brain, had those side-business methods he told him about, and even wanted to open a clothing factory and find women who smuggled in to work.

He smoked with a bit of a sense of things being different, looking at the house he hadn't lived in for only one night, feeling it was dilapidated no matter how he looked at it. Looking at the fellow countrymen gathered in front of him, who had huddled together for warmth with him in the past, each with different expressions, he felt they were poor and unpromising no matter how he looked at them.

It still had to be him, Dai. Although he was beaten up, he got money and used this to hug a big thigh. It really was fate...

After sighing to himself like this, he broke the dullness in the hall: "How have you considered it? I won't force you if you don't want to do it. But there is one point you must remember, and that is to control your mouth. Have a gatekeeper; don't say what shouldn't be said. If you cause me trouble, it won't be as simple as being bruised and swollen. Understand?"

As he spoke, his vicious gaze scanned everyone's faces, finally stopping on Old Ghost. Although his bruised and swollen appearance was funny, the ruthlessness in his gaze was not fake and still had some deterrent power. Because in the past, he was very reckless—in Northeast dialect, it was called being particularly "tiger"—otherwise, he wouldn't have been fooled by Old Ghost into finding trouble for Wang Yan...

Seeing him staring straight at him, Old Ghost twitched his mouth awkwardly. Stealing a chicken only to lose the rice; he was just cheap. He still smiled so that his pair of small eyes couldn't be seen: "Little Dai, we've all known each other for so many years; don't you know what kind of people we are? Don't worry, none of us are people who talk too much."

Following his words, others began to express their loyalty. After a circle of such noisy talk, Old Ghost continued: "I don't care what you think, this time I'm following Brother Yan. We've suffered enough since coming here for so many years, being bullied by the little devils, being bullied by those underworld people, and having to worry all day long, yet we haven't earned much money. I've had enough of this kind of life. Now that Brother Yan is taking the lead, he has ideas and methods. You all saw it before. After beating Little Dai, he gave him 100,000 to rest. I think he won't treat us badly in the future.

Just now Little Dai passed on Brother Yan's words, saying that as long as we all twist into a rope and pull in the same direction, we can kill gods if they block us and kill Buddhas if they block us. As long as everyone is united, I see who will dare to bully us in the future! Who will dare to rob our money! Little Dai, this time I'm sorry to you, but if it weren't for me, you might not have been able to follow Brother Yan. You tell Brother Yan, I, Old Ghost, am the first to follow him."

"Done, we'll all follow Brother Yan to get rich."

"Right, Brother Yan said he wants bold ones who dare to fight. We can't live a human life anyway, so what's there to be afraid of? Done!"

More than a dozen people in the room began to express their stance one after another. Of course, the main ones expressing their stance were those who had seen Wang Yan before; they had some concept of what Wang Yan was like. The rest were those Little Dai had found over the years and felt were okay. They hadn't seen Wang Yan and didn't know how generous or decisive Wang Yan was, but they weren't village idiots; they could still hear that what Little Dai said before was indeed profitable. So it didn't matter if they followed and did it for a while; that was their thought.

In fact, many people didn't want to do something big, but they suffered from having no one to stop them and no one to lead them. They didn't respect ordinary people, and there were few knowledgeable people; they didn't know what to do to earn big money. Even if they had the heart to join a gang, it was hard to mix in. Japanese gangs looked down on them, and Chinese gangs were mostly divided by region, so they couldn't integrate either. There was no one among their fellow countrymen who could stand up and take the lead. Of course, there had been people who stood up in the past, but they all went down the wrong path; how could robbing and looting last long?

Now a Wang Yan had appeared. Although what he did wasn't very proper either, at least he showed he had a brain and could give them a longing for the future.

Little Dai looked at the howling crowd and said: "I'll say it first: Shinjuku is what it is, you all know. We are side-business earners, grabbing food from other people's bowls, so we will definitely offend people. Who knows when we will have to use knives against others? That's really life-threatening. Now you are all howling; if anyone betrays their brothers or runs away in the face of battle, there won't be a chance to regret it then."

"Don't worry, we've all known each other for so many years; don't you know what kind of people we are?"

"Right, just don't worry..."

At the same time, in a small alley not far away—in Japanese terms, it was called a "yokocho," a long, narrow alley that could be turned into from the main street. There were mostly izakayas and snack stalls here, bustling and lively. As long as there was money to be made, no matter how chaotic Shinjuku was, there would always be popularity. Those who set up stalls and opened shops on this street included Japanese and people from other countries, and of course, there were illegal residents who knew how to cook. The composition of tourists was naturally even more complex.

Of course, it was still the same sentence: as long as it was easy to manage and there were no major murders, the police wouldn't care. Otherwise, in the current situation, if the streets were blocked on both sides, half of the people caught would be illegal immigrants.

Many people didn't know this situation and didn't think about it; thinking about it was useless anyway. Anyway, besides going out to work, they mostly lived here. When they saw the police, they took a detour; basically, their activities had no restrictions, which made them feel quite free. Coupled with the automatic gathering of various regional and hometown relationships, living here, besides the different architectural style of the surroundings, was about the same as back home. This was probably the origin of Chinatowns in various countries.

Wang Yan was still dressed in a suit and leather shoes, out of place with the environment here. With beer in one hand and a handful of small meat skewers in the other, he ate and drank comfortably, weaving through the crowd.

His eyes scanned the crowd aimlessly, his ears receiving the chaotic information nearby. He saw someone stealing things, saw someone trading things wrapped in plastic bags, saw people gathering in groups of three or five, swearing, whistling at passing girls, and making lewd jokes wantonly.

Finally, when he reached the middle section, Wang Yan discovered the person he was looking for in an izakaya.

It was a group of four or five people, sitting at a table in front of the izakaya, each holding a bottle of wine and drinking it down. At another table, only two people were sitting. One of them held a stack of cards, while the person opposite him slapped money on the table. The two exchanged money and cards; one counted the cards, the other checked the money.

Wang Yan walked through the crowd and went over. After the person who bought the cards left, he sat down on a stool and looked at the man opposite him: "Are you Taibao?"

"Yeah, what's up!" Taibao spoke Cantonese, his tone not very happy. This guy in a suit and leather shoes, pretending to be a fake foreigner, didn't respect him. Having walked the underworld for so many years, who didn't call him Brother Taibao? This kid was good; he asked as soon as he came up, without any politeness.

Wang Yan naturally understood what he was thinking. People with some small abilities always feel good about themselves. Of course, this Taibao really had some tricks; otherwise, he wouldn't have come to his door.

In the original plot, Tie Tou got phone cards from this Taibao to resell, and then got fake credit cards to swipe in malls to sell luxury goods, and even tampered with the pinball gambling machines in the arcade, replacing the chips inside. Whether it was phone cards, credit cards, or chips, all of this required some technology. But Taibao ended up doing drugs with others, which was clearly going down the wrong path.

Although playing with high technology didn't necessarily have the huge profits of drugs, at least there was a chance to do it big and openly. Clearly, drugs didn't have that. Their group played around and only jumped around in Shinjuku, without much of a climate, far less long-lasting than playing with technology, and they wouldn't be short of money after doing it big.

Of course, their vision and knowledge were limited; they couldn't think that much or see that far. The immediate huge profits were often very tempting, so it couldn't be said who was right or wrong; it was just Wang Yan looking at the problem from God's perspective.

Not caring about Taibao's slight unhappiness, he asked: "Someone told me that those phone cards all came from you. I just saw someone buying them from you too. Did you research these things yourselves?"

"A way to make a living, researched by my brothers." Taibao looked at Wang Yan in surprise: "You speak Cantonese? Where are you from? Guangdong or Hong Kong?"

"Northeast, I had a friend from there before and learned it from him." Wang Yan casually told a lie and asked: "To what extent can your technology do? Can you make game cards, audio and video tapes, etc.?"

"We've always been doing game cards. As for audio and video tapes, we haven't done them. That kind of thing, either you make a pile, or you don't do it. If the quantity is small, it's not cost-effective, and we don't have a factory or equipment, so it's not easy to do. If you want to do it, you have to do something heart-pounding. I like you, so I have bank cards here that can fool the card readers in malls, making them recognize that we have already paid, so we can take things openly. Do you want to do it?"

"Here is 500,000; give me some phone cards first." Wang Yan took out his wallet, counted the banknotes, placed them on the table, and asked: "Can you let me talk to the brother who makes things under you?"

"What? You want to poach?"

"I see your abilities are used in the wrong place. I'm taking you to get rich, you idiot."

Unable to bear being stared at by Wang Yan's "idiot" gaze, Taibao slapped the table and stood up, pointing at Wang Yan: "You fucking dare to curse me, believe it or not, I'll break your legs?"

As Taibao acted up, the four people drinking at the table behind stood up and surrounded Wang Yan.

Scanning these people and looking at the people waiting to watch the fun outside, Wang Yan shook his head: "Idiot, let's not do it here; it'll be troublesome if the police are called. Go, take me to see your lair. Don't worry, I won't run. When we get there, you can hit me however you want, okay? You take the 500,000 first; fighting is fighting, making trouble is making trouble, but making money can't be delayed, isn't that the logic?"

Taibao's eyes widened. He felt Wang Yan was challenging him. He didn't believe this fake foreigner could have any reliance to run away under their five people. What kind of show was he putting on, acting so fearless? Cold light flashed in his eyes, suppressing his anger: "Bold, go. If I don't make you look for your teeth all over the floor today, I, Taibao, have wasted so many years in the underworld."

This wasn't a lie; he still had some reputation here. Now that he had slapped the table, if he didn't deal with Wang Yan, he would lose too much face. So no matter what, he had to make Wang Yan suffer and let others know that he, Taibao, was not to be trifled with. As for the 500,000, that was his loss fee; it was quite good, earning the money they had been busy with for several days.

Wang Yan continued to sway, holding the beer and meat skewers, following them leisurely. In the eyes of Taibao and others who wanted to kill Wang Yan, he even bought some more wine and various snacks along the way, carrying them in his hands as he followed them away.

Those who have made a name for themselves in the underworld are not easy to deal with. Taibao was not a fool; of course, he wouldn't really take Wang Yan to where they lived. When they walked into a deserted small alley, he took out a spring knife from his pocket, turned around suddenly, and stared viciously at Wang Yan: "Kid, say it, how do you want to die?"

Consistent with his actions, the other four also took out knives and surrounded Wang Yan in the middle.

Wang Yan raised his eyebrows: "You want my life just because I called you an idiot?"

"If you are honest, I'll break one of your legs today. If you are not honest, then it's hard to say."

With a sneer, Wang Yan put the things in his hands on the ground, looked at Taibao who was gesturing with a knife at him, smiled slightly, suddenly reached out, grabbed his hand, and twisted it in the opposite direction. In pain, the knife slipped from Taibao's hand. Wang Yan kicked out, kicking Taibao so that he flew backward, hunched over. At the same time, he caught the knife in the air, and the "Little Wang Flying Knife" shot out, piercing Taibao's thigh, entering the flesh by three points, stopping just in time.

While solving Taibao, the remaining four also came back to their senses and, without thinking, stabbed with their knives. Wang Yan retreated to dodge. When the four people's forward force was exhausted, he suddenly leaned forward, first slapping one person down, and then, using the force, turned and whipped his leg, kicking another one away.

At this time, the remaining two retracted their knives and turned around, gathering strength to stab again. Wang Yan dodged sideways, grabbed the hand of the person holding the knife, and kneed him at close range, causing him to lose his combat effectiveness. Then he stopped and looked at the last person with a smile.

That person looked left and right. Seeing Taibao and the others all groaning there, he hardened his heart, gritted his teeth, and still rushed over with a knife, successfully being slapped to the ground by a big slap.

He had no choice; he couldn't not go up, he couldn't put down the knife, and running was even more impossible, so he could only groan with Taibao and the others.

The process was very fast, no more than ten seconds before and after, and the last kid who was beaten down spent two seconds looking left and right... They were all fighting styles of thugs, without any rules, their combat effectiveness was too low, and their bodies were too fragile. If Wang Yan went all out, a big slap could really turn a person's head 180 degrees. These small fries really couldn't withstand a casual punch or kick from him.

Shaking his head, Wang Yan walked to Taibao, who was stunned, stepped on his ankle, and applied a little force: "Convinced?"

"Convinced!"

"Say you were wrong."

"I was wrong, I was wrong, Big Brother, don't step on it, it hurts, it hurts..." Taibao gritted his teeth and did sit-ups, using both hands to slap the ground hard; it was pain transfer therapy. Although the knife was within his reach, he didn't have any intention of picking it up.

"Just this once. If you dare to show me a knife again, it won't be this simple." Wang Yan increased the force a little: "Understand?"

"Understand, understand, Big Brother, it's going to break, it's going to break~"

Wang Yan smiled and lifted his foot, lit a cigarette, and stood on the side watching them groan for a long time before saying: "I know how hard I hit; that's about enough. If you keep acting, I'll let you really lie there. All of you, get up and go to your lair. No problem this time, right, Taibao?"

Taibao got up with an awkward smile and nodded repeatedly: "No problem, Big Brother, no problem at all. You can come to our place, that's really... peng... peng... what was it?"

A lackey couldn't stand it anymore and reminded him: "Brother Taibao, it's 'pengbi sheng hui' (your presence brings light to our humble dwelling)."

"Ah, right, 'pengbi sheng hui'." Taibao clapped his hands: "Big Brother, please this way, you guys take Big Brother's things. Big Brother, I still don't know what to call you?"

Those who come out to be thugs don't have very good tempers. If you ask how to cure it, a beating will do. In the blink of an eye, he knocked down the five of them who were holding knives. Wang Yan's combat effectiveness made Taibao despair. Besides cursing in his heart and smiling on the surface, he had to hurry to send this ruthless person away; there was no other way.

Soon, the group arrived in front of a large detached house, not far from the street just now, looking larger than the house Wang Yan rented later.

Opening the door and entering, a group of thugs, so don't expect their lives to be very clean. This living room was different; what met the eye upon entering were two big-headed computers and some electronic components piled up in a mess. Sitting in front of the computer was a young man wearing glasses, looking only twenty-two or twenty-three years old.

Taibao introduced sensibly: "Brother Yan, this is my distant nephew, Zhou Yi Xian. Call him A Xian, or Little Zhou is fine. Our things were all researched by him. A Xian, this is Brother Yan, greet him."

Looking at Taibao winking desperately, Zhou Yi Xian nodded: "Hello, Brother Yan."

Wang Yan walked to his side, pulled over a stool, sat down, let Taibao's lackeys put the wine and food on the table, and smiled: "A Xian, don't be nervous, let's just chat simply. Who taught you these things?"

At first, this kid was naturally resistant, but as Wang Yan guided him, especially when he started talking about some software and hardware technology, this kid started talking endlessly.

Taibao had been in Japan for eight years. This kid came over with his mother six years ago, when he was still a child. But this child was very smart, had a good brain, became interested in computers, and then bought books to self-study, gradually learning some tricks, and then began to research using these things to make money. Of course, this was under Taibao's leadership. His mother died of illness two years after coming over, and he had been following Taibao ever since. Anyway, as long as he had something to eat, he learned while working.

He could speak Japanese and English and could be considered a genius. It was just that this child had a somewhat withdrawn personality and was a tech geek who only liked to research these things. On weekdays, he didn't go out and stayed at home to study and improve.

To sum it up, following Taibao was a waste.

Having roughly figured out the kid's level, Wang Yan began to tell him some of his own ideas, wanting to make something. This was quite attractive to the kid, and he talked back and forth with Wang Yan.

What he wanted to make, of course, was VCD. This thing really made money, especially in Japan. Selling movies and such, he had already sold it several times, and the hard drive had all the data. Now that he had such a genius technician, it wouldn't be hard for the two of them to put one together. The main thing was to have a reasonable development process; it couldn't be too abrupt when it was brought out.

In Taibao's death-like gaze, Wang Yan set the development matters with Zhou Yi Xian, and the wine and food he bought were almost eaten by him. He lit a cigarette and looked at Taibao: "Don't have that death-like look. Taibao, you have to thank your nephew properly; you've borrowed his light, you know. From now on, you'll follow me. Any problems?"

Do I dare to have problems... Looking at the undisguised threat in Wang Yan's eyes, Taibao shook his head: "No problem, Brother Yan, I knew you could succeed as soon as I saw you. From now on, we'll follow you. What are you still stunned for? Greet him."

The remaining four lackeys hurriedly greeted Wang Yan, and their hearts relaxed a lot, saving them the trouble of thinking about how to abandon their boss in a while.

Wang Yan nodded in satisfaction: "You all heard what I said to A Xian. I tell you, once this thing is made, we will definitely be full of money. When the time comes, I will help you all solve the identity problem, and you can walk on the street openly in the future without worrying. A Xian, list what you need in a while, and let Taibao get it back immediately. I'll come over tomorrow, and we'll make it together. It's no problem to spend your money, right, Taibao?"

Taibao was about to cry, but he still smiled and indicated it didn't matter: "No problem, no problem at all. My money is Brother Yan's money."

"Very good, then it's settled. Give me 500,000 worth of phone cards. I have people on my side, so let them sell these things for the next two days." In the stunned eyes of Taibao and the other four, Wang Yan smiled and took out a pistol from his bosom, held it in his hand, and even pulled out the magazine to let them see the yellow bullets inside, holding the gun and aiming back and forth at them.

This gun, of course, came from the same place as his eight million and big gold Rolex. It was the night he first arrived in Shinjuku, kindly contributed by the little Japanese...

Whoever his gun aimed at would shiver and want to dodge. After shaking it twice like this, he said lightly: "I warn you, don't think about running away. Japan isn't that big, and I have some people under me. Your Brother Taibao also has some reputation. If I catch you, I guarantee you will die as miserably as possible."

Wang Yan left with a bag of phone cards, leaving only Taibao and the others, who had escaped from the tiger's mouth, sitting on the ground panting heavily.

Zhou Yi Xian said hesitantly: "I feel Brother Yan is a good person."

Taibao was speechless, waving his hand and glaring: "Do your work. If you don't do it well, we'll all be unlucky. A Xian, you have to strive; whether we live or die is not certain yet."

Wang Yan was not only strong in martial arts but also had a gun. Although they mixed in Shinjuku, it wasn't that easy to get a gun. Unless they were really werewolves, it wouldn't be of much use even if they bought it back. They looked fierce, but to kill and set fire, they needed courage. They were all a bunch of fierce-looking but cowardly guys; there were few real werewolves. This made Taibao even more desperate. He was just drinking and making money outside; how did he attract such a thing...

"Brother Yan, the previous matter was my fault. I apologize to you. I ask Brother Yan to be magnanimous and not hold it against me, and take us brothers to get rich together. Brother Yan, don't worry, brothers are all people who pay attention to loyalty. One spit, one nail; from now on, as long as Brother Yan speaks, we will do whatever you say. We will go through fire and water without hesitation."

Old Ghost licked his fat face, grinned, and bowed to Wang Yan, who was dressed in a suit and leather shoes and smoking, saying nice things.

This was already the afternoon of the second day. Little Dai reported the situation as soon as he went back last night. Today he came over to see this group of people, and also to give them a lesson, and then he would go out to start working.

Glancing at Little Dai, who was grinning foolishly on the side, and looking at the group who were clearly standing on Old Ghost's side, Wang Yan couldn't help but shake his head. Little Dai was really stupid, and Old Ghost was really ghostly.

Little Dai went to pull people yesterday, and many of them were found by him. Logically speaking, these people should follow Little Dai. As a result, Old Ghost was now taking the lead and became the representative of those people. If he, Wang Mou, were incompetent, he would be working for this Old Ghost in the future, and he would still be complacent in the boss's position.

"Calling you Old Ghost really wasn't wrong. You dare to play tricks on me at this time? Are you taking my words as farting?" Without waiting for Old Ghost to defend himself, Wang Yan slapped him directly, knocking Old Ghost to the ground.

His sudden action gave everyone present a big fright. No one expected that Old Ghost would be slapped for saying nice things, and the slap was really too heavy.

Looking at Old Ghost lying on the ground gritting his teeth and groaning, Wang Yan said to the remaining fifteen people in front of him: "Don't think I'm moody, and don't think Old Ghost is any good thing. You are here to make money with me, not to follow Old Ghost, understand? Now, those who want to leave can leave; the door is there, I won't stop you. If you want to leave after making money later, it won't be that easy."

A group of people looked at each other, but in the end, no one said anything. Many people were unfamiliar with Wang Yan. Now that he had slapped Old Ghost down, they felt Wang Yan's ruthlessness. They had already prepared to risk their lives before, and now seeing Wang Yan's ruthlessness, they actually gained some recognition.

This was the effect Wang Yan wanted. Looking at Old Ghost, who had sat up, bleeding from the corner of his mouth and rubbing his face, he said: "They say you can't do it again and again. Old Ghost, you at least took me and Tie Tou in. Although it was just for one night, that was also your care. I'll give you one last chance. If you dare to play tricks on me again, I'll break your legs, tear your mouth, and cut your tongue, so you can't speak ghost words for the rest of your life. Understand?"

"Understand, understand, thank you Brother Yan for your magnanimity."

Old Ghost's face was burning, partly from pain and partly from shame. Before Wang Yan beat Little Dai, he knew Wang Yan was not easy. But his little calculations were habitual; he had been calculating like this for so many years. He just knew what was good for him, and then he naturally did it. But he didn't expect Wang Yan to see through his little thoughts at a glance. What he didn't expect even more was that he was grinning and apologizing, and Wang Yan could still slap his mouth with a smile. It is said that you don't hit a smiling face...

"What to do, Little Dai told you all yesterday. I guess you don't quite understand, so I'll tell you again... You do whatever I say. I calculated it roughly before; if there are no accidents, all seventeen of you can earn more than 200,000 per month. And this work is not tiring; it's much better than you going to the garbage factory to sort garbage or washing dishes for people everywhere. After this matter is done, I will tell you to do other things. Don't worry, follow me and work hard, and there will always be a place for you in Tokyo. It's not impossible to get a proper identity in the future."

As he spoke, Wang Yan pulled over the bag on the side: "These are all phone cards. I bought them from a Hong Kong person named Taibao in the market. You can all speak a little Japanese, so I don't need to say more about the rest. Be bold, fearless, and dare to fight; then you won't be afraid of selling Japanese things. Go, I'll come back tomorrow night, and then we'll summarize the experience and lessons."

With the slap that beat Old Ghost to establish authority, his words were very powerful. A group of people took turns stepping forward, took a stack of phone cards from the bag, and then politely greeted Wang Yan, the new boss, and left in groups of three or five.

Watching the fat Old Ghost leave last, Little Dai, who had been holding back for a long time, finally asked his incomprehension: "Brother Yan, why did you slap Old Ghost?"

Wang Yan glanced at him: "Little Dai, it's not that Brother doesn't take care of you, you really have no brain. Like this, if you go out to sell phone cards, you probably won't be able to sell a few, and you might even lose money. From now on, you don't have to do anything else, just exercise for me. I'll teach you a few more moves. When the time comes, I'll tell you to hack whoever, you go hack whoever, understand?"

"Brother Yan, I keep my word, going through fire and water is no problem, and hacking people is even less of a problem. It's just..." Little Dai leaned forward with his face still swollen: "Brother Yan, why exactly?"

... ===== CHAPTER 534 =====