Chapter 70: I Want the Position of Wang Jiao's Boss

Chen Mo sat back in his seat, smiling, said: "This is the phone number of the person in charge of my counterfeit goods factory."

"How's my counterfeit goods business lately? I believe Brother Kun has already heard something about it, right?"

Jingkun still didn't understand: "Of course. Everyone in Wang Jiao knows your counterfeit goods are good on your turf, Ah Mo. Before, many people came to me asking about your supply channels."

"You wouldn't be thinking of giving me a share of your counterfeit goods business, would you?"

Chen Mo smiled and shook his head, saying: "Brother Kun's business is bigger than mine; he definitely wouldn't look down on this small business of mine."

"Then what is this...?" Jingkun couldn't figure out what Chen Mo was planning.

"You can give these name cards to the other bosses of Great Prosperity, and give them the counterfeit goods business to handle."

"My factory can supply them with at least fifty thousand counterfeit goods each month."

"As for which boss gets how much, that's up to Brother Kun to decide. How does that sound?"

Jingkun's eyes lit up.

Chen Mo was giving him a chip to win over the other bosses.

Among Great Prosperity's many bosses, not many are truly wealthy.

Even Han Bin is willing to do counterfeit goods business with Chen Mo, let alone others.

A business that can earn hundreds of thousands of clean money each month is more attractive than the millions of dirty money Brother Kun offers.

Jingkun seemed to see himself already having become the Dragon Head.

"This is truly a great gift! Thank you, Ah Mo. From now on, you are my brother; no matter what you have, I will definitely back you."

Thirteen Sister and Han Bin beside them exchanged a glance, both seeing shock in each other's eyes.

Earlier, Chen Mo hadn't mentioned there was still this twist.

Taking advantage of Jingkun's happiness, Chen Mo planned to put forward his own condition: "Brother Kun, with this big gift of mine, you should certainly be able to take the Dragon Head's seat, right?"

"Not bad; if I still couldn't sit as Dragon Head this way, I'd just go jump into the sea."

"Speak, Ah Mo, what do you want?"

Jingkun thought his relationship with Chen Mo was good, but not to this extent.

Chen Mo being so generous must certainly have conditions.

"The position of Wang Jiao's boss."

The few words Chen Mo lightly spat out left everyone present dumbfounded.

Jingkun instantly shifted from joy to anger: "What do you mean?"

"A little counterfeit goods business, wanting to trade for Jingkun's Wang Jiao—Chen Mo is simply crazy."

Chen Mo laughed: "Brother Kun, don't rush; you might have misunderstood. What I mean is, after you take the Dragon Head's seat, the position of Wang Jiao's speaker will surely become vacant. I want that position."

"As for your turf, Brother Kun, it remains yours."

Jingkun calmed down again, thought for a moment, then looked up at Thirteen Sister and asked: "Thirteen Sister, what do you think of what Ah Mo said?"

"He originally had no intention of giving up the position of Wang Jiao's speaker."

"On one hand, his underlings' abilities are still somewhat lacking."

"On the other hand, he worries that after giving it away, his underlings might set up their own gates and break free from his control."

"Giving it to Chen Mo would also be fine, after all it's just a title and doesn't affect his turf."

"Only Thirteen Sister's interests would be harmed."

"After all, once Chen Mo also becomes a boss, there would be no need to give Thirteen Sister a cut."

"He didn't know that Thirteen Sister had long stopped siphoning money from Chen Mo's turf."

"At this moment, Thirteen Sister also realized why Chen Mo was supporting Jingkun."

"If Jiang Tiansheng had remained seated as Dragon Head, Chen Mo wanting to become a boss would basically be impossible."

"But if Jingkun becomes Dragon Head, it's different."

"I certainly have no objection. Ah Mo is my little brother; if he can become a boss, I also gain face."

"Thirteen Sister certainly supports Chen Mo."

"If Chen Mo becomes a boss, not only will it not harm his own interests, but it will also repay his kindness; afterwards their three-person team will become a four-person team, and even if Jiang Tiansheng defeats Jingkun, he won't dare to casually target them."

"Seeing Thirteen Sister say that, Jingkun was somewhat surprised."

"He really hadn't expected Thirteen Sister to be so generous as to give up her own interests."

"As for Thirteen Sister, he gained a few more degrees of admiration."

Jingkun slapped the table, happily saying: "Good, that's settled. As soon as I become Dragon Head, I will immediately nominate you as the boss of Wang Jiao."

"Then thank you, Brother Kun!"

Chen Mo raised his wine glass toward Jingkun.

"Ah Mo, congratulations!"

Han Bin and the three others also raised their wine glasses, expressing congratulations to Chen Mo.

"Although the celebration is a bit premature, everyone knows that Chen Mo's boss position is already secure."

"With their support, plus the support of a few more bosses engaged in counterfeit goods business, Chen Mo will certainly be able to take the seat of Wang Jiao's boss."

"The next day, Fei Ji drove Chen Mo to the factory in Quanwan."

"Li Jie had already brought back those fifty-six discharged soldiers the previous night."

"At this moment, the fifty-six people were standing neat and tidy, as if awaiting inspection."

"Chen Mo stood before them, looking at the neat fifty-six individuals, his eyes shining."

"Discharged soldiers are simply different; the vigor each person exudes is something those gangsters can never match."

"Li Jie pointed to a man about thirty years old at the front and said to Chen Mo: 'Brother Mo, this is Shen Guodong; when we were in the army, he was my old comrade-in-arms, his skills not inferior to mine.'"

"Chen Mo walked up to Shen Guodong, extended his right hand: 'Hello.'"

Shen Guodong reached out and grabbed Chen Mo's hand, saying, "Mo Ge, hello!"

Chen Mo nodded, about to pull his hand back, but realized Shen Guodong's hand kept exerting force.

Chen Mo gave a slight smile, and the force in his hand also increased a bit.

They stalemated for a while, and Shen Guodong's hand force grew stronger and stronger.

Chen Mo seemed not to feel it, still looking at him with a faint smile, his expression unchanged.

The people around also gradually saw what was going on, all watching this scene with interest, and remained silent.

Gradually, Chen Mo's hand force increased little by little, Shen Guodong's face began to bead with cold sweat, and his expression started to twist slightly.

"It hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts...."

Shen Guodong finally couldn't hold on and cried out.

Just kidding, Chen Mo's physique has long surpassed the limits of an ordinary person, so Shen Guodong being able to last this long is already impressive.

Chen Mo loosened his right hand, and Shen Guodong quickly pulled back his own right hand, shaking it up and down repeatedly, as if that could quickly relieve the pain.

When the retired soldiers behind Shen Guodong looked at Chen Mo again, their eyes were no longer as calm as before, now mixed with a hint of respect and admiration.

They all knew Shen Guodong's strength, which was far greater than theirs.

Chen Mo being able to defeat Shen Guodong had already proven his strength to them.

Chen Mo's strength earned their recognition.

"Mo Ge, good!"

Dozens of retired soldiers greeted in unison, their voices deafening.

"Hello, everyone."

Chen Mo replied with a smile.

"Ah Jie, later you go find Ah Jin for the money, make up the settlement fee for each person.

As for the salary, first pay three thousand, then adjust later."

Chen Mo's words made these people very excited.

The twenty-thousand settlement fee and three-thousand salary were beyond what they had dared to dream of before.