Chapter 6: Wei Jixiang in the Rotten Mud

Ba Bi was startled by Chen Mo's lion opening its big mouth.

"Ba Bi Ge is too modest; who doesn't know you powder sellers are rich? Twenty million, to you Ba Bi Ge, that's nothing!"

"I don't have twenty million; at most five million."

"Five million isn't enough; at least fifteen million!"

The two bargained.

"Impossible. I'll be frank: I just took a batch of goods from Kun Ge last month, and I still have twenty million in payments unsettled; my funds are also tight. I can lend you at most eight million."

"How about this, Ba Bi Ge: you lend me ten million, following Gui Li's rules, with a three-month repayment period—how does that sound?"

Ba Bi scratched his head, his eyes shifted, he looked up and asked: "Ten million can be lent to you, but what will you use to repay?"

Hearing Ba Bi was willing to lend money, Chen Mo felt secret joy, but showed none on his face.

"Ba Bi Ge, do you not trust me?" Chen Mo feigned surprise.

"It's not that I don't trust you; ten million is no small sum—what makes you able to repay ten million in three months?"

"This is hard to say outright. But I can guarantee I'll repay within three months." Chen Mo gave a firm guarantee.

"Repay? Repay my ass!"

Chen Mo had no intention of repaying.

Ba Bi smiled, leaned close to Chen Mo: "I can lend you ten million, but I have a condition."

"What condition?"

"If after three months you can't repay, you must agree to let my people distribute goods at your factory; of course, the thirty percent cut will still go to you, but only after you've paid back the money."

"How about that? As long as you agree to this condition, you can take the ten million right away!"

Chen Mo now understood Ba Bi's plan.

One must admit, Ba Bi really has a knack for clever schemes.

Those who can spend at the China City nightclub are wealthy; being able to distribute goods there, Ba Bi could earn back that ten million in just a few months.

Chen Mo naturally agreed to this condition; anyway, Ba Bi might not even survive today.

But he couldn't agree too readily.

Chen Mo feigned difficulty: "This is a bit tricky! Ba Bi Ge, can't we change the condition?"

Ba Bi shook his head: "Just this condition!"

"Fine!" Chen Mo sighed helplessly.

Ba Bi was overjoyed, immediately got up to fetch money from the safe.

While Ba Bi went to open the safe and get money, Chen Mo took a sheet of paper from Ba Bi's desk, pulled a pen from his suit pocket, and began writing an IOU.

Naturally, the ink in that pen was a special ink Chen Mo had sought out; its color would automatically disappear after a few hours.

"Gui Li's rule: nine out, thirteen in. This is nine million—count it!"

Ba Bi placed a bag on the table.

Chen Mo lifted the bag, weighed it—over twenty jin, about right.

"No need to count; Ba Bi Ge's credit is absolutely solid!"

Chen Mo said while handing the IOU to Ba Bi.

Ba Bi took the IOU, examined it carefully, confirmed Chen Mo had written the terms clearly, then happily put the IOU back into the safe.

"By the way, Ba Bi Ge, please keep my borrowing from Gui Li a secret—I don't want my boss to know about this."

"Don't worry; as long as you repay on time, I guarantee no one will find out about this!"

"All good, thanks Ba Bi Ge—I'm heading out now!"

After carrying the money out of Ba Bi's Gui Li Company, Chen Mo drove straight back to the nightclub.

On the way, Chen Mo opened the system to check—his wealth value hadn't increased at all.

He thought: maybe it's borrowed money, so it temporarily doesn't count.

Sure enough, when it got to around six in the evening, the system directly added 900 wealth points.

Chen Mo thought, then increased his mental attribute to 18 points.

Three attribute points consumed the just-obtained 900 wealth points entirely.

To continue raising it, each attribute point now required 500 wealth points—Chen Mo gritted his teeth at the sight.

Not long after, Gao Jin pushed the door open and entered.

"Mo Ge, Ba Bi is dead."

"Was it Chen Hao Nan and them?" Chen Mo showed no surprise.

"Yeah, according to the underlings, they struck at the bathhouse and finally hacked Ba Bi to death on the street."

Chen Mo shook his head in disgust: "What a waste—able to hack a person and still end up on the street; I don't know which lackey of Da Bi will be unlucky enough to get stuck helping and end up in hard labor."

It wasn't even dark yet, someone was hacked to death on the street; no matter what, the police must be given an explanation.

Given Da Bi's high regard for Chen Hao Nan, they definitely won't let them go to jail; they can only casually push out a lackey to take the fall.

Following Da Bi is truly miserable.

Chen Mo pointed at the money bag on the table.

"This is nine million; take it for now—I expect we'll need it soon."

Seeing the money on the table, Gao Jin was somewhat surprised.

"Mo Ge, this money is......"

"It was originally Ba Bi's, but now it's ours!"

Chen Mo curled the corner of his mouth, unable to hide his excitement.

"By the way, how many people have we recruited so far?"

In this period, I've taken in over two hundred people, all of them street fighters.

Chen Mo only stayed in Chi Zhu for a year, but the reputation here on Ban Lan Street hasn't completely faded away; plus, the treatment for my underlings is relatively good, so recruiting people isn't difficult.

Almost enough; how's the situation over in Wang Jiao?

In Wang Jiao, the easiest targets are the four families: Hung Tai, Hongle, Chang Le, and Chang Yi; the streets they control are decent, and their strength isn't great either.

The weakest is Chang Le, but I'm leaning toward taking action against Hung Tai.

"Why?" Chen Mo felt quite surprised.

Although Chang Le's strength is weak, their territory is also the worst among these families, and they also have a foothold in Ci Yun Shan, where there are more street fighters, so there might be some trouble later.

Hung Tai's control of Nüren Jie is the best among the four families, but their strength isn't much stronger than Chang Le's.

Moreover, I've heard that Hung Tai's little overlord intends to take his men and defect to Dong Xing.

Chen Mo's eyes lit up.

In that case, Hung Tai is indeed a good target. Tonight we'll go to Hung Tai's venue to have a look and see the situation.

Around ten o'clock, Chen Mo and Gao Jin, with two underlings, arrived at the Golden Sand Nightclub on Nüren Jie.

Chen Mo had just gotten out of the car when a man who looked about eighty percent like a 'Lou Wa' ran over.

"No way, Brother Ji Xiang, when did Hung Tai get so big that they send a red pole to park cars?"

"Business is too good, my brothers can't keep up! Mo Ge, why did you come to my place to play today?"

Wei Ji Xiang wore a fawning smile, completely disregarding the mockery in Chen Mo's words.

"You can't always stay on Ban Lan Street; you gotta come out and have some fun once in a while! Just like you, after being a red pole for so long, you're just coming out to temp as a parking flunky."

Chen Mo really couldn't bring himself to respect Wei Ji Xiang.

A red pole who doesn't dare to hurt people, mixing in Hung Tai, he's not even as good as a junior triad member.

If it weren't for his underlings, Scar and his gang of over ten lackeys propping him up, he'd probably really become a parking flunky.

But after all, he was once Hung Tai's top red pole; if he could shape up, Chen Mo still wanted to try to see if he could win him over.

"Mo Ge, have fun! I'll go park your car first!"

Chen Mo mocked him twice in a row, but Wei Ji Xiang didn't lose his temper at all, turned around and went to park Chen Mo's car.

Chen Mo shook his head; Wei Ji Xiang now is basically hopeless mud that can't be helped up a wall, and Chen Mo no longer felt like provoking him.

Hopeless mud—just let him rot in the ground.