Chapter 100: How to Rise? Just Follow the Right Person

Everyone at the banquet was very happy, except Deng Fei, who was impolite—he left without even drinking, and as he walked away he seemed especially dejected.

When Chui Ye helped him into the car, he still turned back to look at the second floor, his eyes blazing with anger, as if he wanted to burn to death the few losers upstairs.

The few people upstairs felt nothing; even if they knew, they didn't care, their gazes could kill—half the people in this world must die each day.

impotent rage, meaningless.

Several people drank happily, especially Chai Shu, who kept urging Li Xin to drink throughout the banquet.

After the banquet ended, he followed Jiang Tian Sheng to his villa.

Jingkun had long been waiting here, waiting for the two to return; seeing them come back, he rose, took out the documents from his bag, and placed them on the table.

After they were seated, he then said: "Mr. Jiang, the film company documents are all handled; tomorrow find a lawyer to look them over, sign if there's no problem, the funds will arrive, and the company can start operating."

Li Xin truly looked at Jingkun's abilities in a new light—this competence, there's nothing to say about it.

Only a few days have passed!

All the miscellaneous matters have been cleaned up, even the documents and contracts have been brought over for Jiang Tian Sheng to review.

Li Xin curiously asked: "Brother Kun, does your company still have equipment?"

"Get lost! You're just a bandit, you'll ransack me clean, and Tianhong too—he's no good, he's loaded the film onto trucks, leaving nothing behind."

Jingkun said this with a face full of speechlessness.

That said, Jiang Tian Sheng handled things grandly—he didn't even look for a lawyer, glanced twice and signed, then handed the documents to Jingkun.

He then said: "A Kun, you handle the company; I'll transfer the money to the company account, and for any project that starts, show me a glance."

"I've studied carefully—A Xin's suggestion to me is not bad; I intend to continue down this path, maybe I'll even win an award that day!"

"Okay, Mr. Jiang, I'll keep an eye on this; when there's a good project I'll hold it for you, let you pick the roles first, then we'll look for actors."

Jingkun put away the documents, then replied.

Li Xin also gave Jingkun an idea: "Brother Kun, find someone to write a good script and shoot according to the outline—it's fine, shooting will be fast; if anything's unstable, just tweak it."

"Our company now is like this—much better than the old way of just having a drama title and jumping into shooting; efficiency and film usage will save a lot."

Jiang Tian Sheng didn't understand, he didn't interrupt, just stood aside watching the two communicate.

He really liked this feeling, as if he weren't the gang's dragon head, those two weren't gang high‑level, but rather like corporate executives discussing matters.

Really great!

Jingkun raised a question, A Xin explained it; sometimes the two of them, over differing views on a matter, argue until they can't agree.

"If we could turn Hong Xing into a company, that would be great"—as soon as that idea came up, he immediately tossed it out of his mind, impossible to do, resistance too great.

Just arranging his underlings is impossible—where would he find work for over a hundred thousand people?

Simply as hard as climbing to heaven!

After Jingkun finished asking about the film company, he brought up Tianhong, saying: "How will Copper Gong Bay be handled from now on? Should we keep expanding?"

Li Xin answered bluntly: "Impossible—no one will agree; our Hong Xing continuing to expand its territory has already reached the limit."

"Let Tianhong continue his field‑raising soldiers; first explore the model, and if it matures, our Hong Xing's territory can all be replicated."

"Now the nine streets of Copper Gong Bay are enough for him to toss around; these places don't need to open venues too densely—just enough to place his men."

"The most important thing is not to rush; take it step by step, haste makes waste—if problems arise during development, they can be solved promptly."

Jiang Tian Sheng interjected: "A Xin's idea is mature, correct—don't rush, take it slow."

"As long as we can work out the experience, it will be the gang's greatest contribution; I'll bring it up at the meeting and give Tianhong the strongest support."

Jingkun also nodded; his territory in Mong Kok has a superior location—so long as Tianhong can produce results, he can replicate it there.

Given the wealth of his Mong Kok territory, it's practically picking up money.

It's still a cash cow, and can quickly launder the black money in his hands, leaving no hidden trouble.

The daily cash flow of a single entertainment venue is not small; opening a few more bars and nightclubs might even bring in other business.

After the small meeting ended, everyone went their separate ways.

Sometimes Li Xin feels that small meetings can solve problems; big meetings are just for watching the fun—issues that could be studied in a big meeting already have answers.

For example………

On the way back to Xi Gong, Jianjun asked: "Boss, are all the gangs in Gangdao like this? You spend a day researching, but it's not about going out to seize territory—what kind of business is this?"

Li Xin and Jianjun sat in the back seat, he turned his head to glance at Jianjun.

"You think we're petty thugs? Seizing territory is done by the underlings; when they win we clean up for them, when they lose we still clean up for them."

"Those powerful big brothers don't personally get involved—they stay behind directing, coordinating the gang's operation; no one personally goes to fight."

"That kind isn't a gang big brother, but a gang‑deployed cannon turret, meant to draw fire—once it's gone, just find another."

Li Xin's words completely overturned Jianjun's understanding.

He always thought that as a gang big brother one must be very good at fighting; among the gang high‑level he knows, it seems hardly any can fight.

Jiang Tian Sheng at a glance is no good—his muscles are dead from training.

Jingkun also can't—looking at him he seems to have no combat ability, his eyes aren't good either; sometimes they roll back, and if that happened during a fight he'd probably get beaten to death.

Moreover, today, among the few with backbone we saw, a glance shows they can't fight—either old men or weak scholars.

Could it be that to mix in a gang and rise to high rank one must be weak and scholarly?

He just couldn't figure it out!

Jian Guo has followed Li Xin for quite a while and knows something about this.

He spoke up to explain to his brother: "Big brother, you've misunderstood—mixing in a gang isn't about who can fight; being able to fight is just a basic condition."

"Tianhong can fight, he wants to rise, but without boss support it's impossible; at most he'd be a red‑stick position, wanting to sit as the leader is too hard."

"Plus, Hua She isn't very good at fighting, yet he also sat as the leader—if it weren't for the boss backing him, what would he have to rise on?"

"In a gang, wanting to rise depends on who's behind you backing you—this gang isn't easy to mix in either!"

Hmm, indeed it's not easy to mix in!

Some people, even if they risk their lives, still can't get up.

For example: airplanes...