Chapter 59

Eating small dishes, drinking small wine, and looking at girls — it's delight beyond measure.

Copper Gong Bay, this place is great!

Whether day or night, as long as you want to look, the streets are full of pretty girls.

This is a holy ground for picking up suckers, and also a paradise for rich kids to have fun.

The premise is, if the rich kid's pockets are full and the girl's chest is full, then both can get what they need!

Li Xin and Jianguo were up on the third-floor roof drinking, each holding a pair of binoculars, both military-grade; he took finding fun very seriously, and they were good equipment.

Not just looking, he muttered in his mouth: "Damn, it's obviously fake! How could there be such big ones, so exaggerated."

Jianguo also learns from whoever he's with; learning good is hard, learning bad comes easily—near vermilion one turns red, near ink one turns black.

They went from being completely proper to having thievish eyes gleaming.

"Boss, where is the one you're looking at? I can't find it."

Jianguo asked anxiously.

Li Xin felt relieved; now Jianguo in front of him had become much more open, no longer wearing a stern face.

This is good, a young person just in their early twenties, always putting on a bitter, vengeful look—who are they trying to show it to?

At this age, isn't it the golden age for picking up girls?

If Jianguo doesn't use it, let someone else use it—we're all brothers, whoever uses it is using it.

Maybe it's because he followed Tianhong to handsome Kun's place for a while, came back quite changed, but no one asked further—it's not a bad thing; otherwise he'd worry Jianguo couldn't find a wife.

The two were really getting into it when Tianhong came up to the rooftop to find him, saying the society was holding a meeting.

Causeway Bay is also near Central; a few people reached the headquarters in just a few minutes.

He sat again in his usual seat, chatted a few words with Uncle Bo, then got down to business: 'Uncle Bo, what's up today? We haven't had any Prosperity business lately! Eastern Prosperity and Xinji are at war—what kind of meeting are we holding?'

"The Ao Island gambling den was wrecked, handsome guy South had an ear cut off, the mountain chicken suffered a kidney injury, Big Heaven Two was hacked over ten times, the other two are okay but also went to the hospital—this is why we're holding this meeting."

Uncle Bo's tone was calm, as if this matter was trivial, not worth raising his voice.

That's right, this old slippery fellow has seen everything.

Li Xin's eyes widened—Ah Xin had just called him yesterday about this; wasn't it already settled?

Damn, did they take out the Causeway Bay Five Tigers?

Not my business—just let it hang high.

No spare mind to worry about their affairs; we're adults, we need to learn to solve our own problems.

The big brother base station is almost built, we'll start collecting money soon—this small matter isn't worth attention.

Honestly following Uncle Bo, being the two guardian generals is fine.

Chief Jiang Tian Sheng explained the situation, then asked everyone's opinion.

The cause is simple: they didn't pay the protection fee to the local society, which caused it.

A question mark appeared in Li Xin's mind—hadn't it been paid?

What he didn't know was that Chen Yaoxing took the protection fee back from Chen Haonan, found Sang Biao himself, paid the fee—his gambling den was fine, but the society's gambling den was wrecked.

All fourteen leaders said they wanted to regain face, otherwise Prosperity's reputation would be completely lost.

As for that good-for-nothing Chen Haonan, they brought him back to face family punishment; no one spoke up for him, not even the pretty mom who claimed to have watched him grow up—she opened her mouth but said nothing.

Big Brother B wasn't there; Chen Haonan was in the society, and nobody spoke for him.

Ji Ge was the most outrageous, even saying Chen Haonan should compensate the losses.

Li Xin gave him a thumbs-up: indeed, if you botch the job you definitely have to pay.

He also gets a share of the dividends here—why shouldn't he pay?

At the earlier big meeting, Li Xin and Uncle Bo held a small meeting, discussing how much Chen Haonan should compensate appropriately.

Li Xin insisted on two million, but Uncle Bo disagreed, saying it couldn't be less than five million.

They also calculated the small change: the gambling den lost over three million to a master—should that be compensated? The lost business these days—should that be compensated? Without five million it won't do.

In the end, neither could convince the other; they each went to drink tea, wet their throats, and prepared to continue.

Finally, Jiang Tian Sheng asked a good question: 'This time Chen Haonan's mistake caused the loss; I will compensate the society for it—then who should be in charge of the gambling den appropriately?'

Everyone can see the benefits in this: managing the gambling den yearly can net a ten percent dividend, not small change—several million; some leaders can't even make that in a year.

Ji Ge and Da Fei were the most eager, they were practically penniless!

Ji Ge said: 'I think we should send someone steady and senior enough; my subordinate Black-eyed Hua is fine, no problems in his work, and he's held the straw‑shoe position for seven or eight years—senior enough.'

In Prosperity's leadership, Da Fei looks down on Ji Ge the most—he has no ability, he's first in bragging, his whole body oozes sleaze, really annoying.

He wasn't polite either: 'If that's the case, we might as well let the groom who's served under Pretty Mom for ten or twenty years in Prosperity go—he's even more senior.'

Ji Ge's face darkened instantly; he slapped the table, pointed at Da Fei and said: 'Are you trying to cross me? When I was charging forward for Prosperity, you were still wearing split‑crotch pants—I recommended a steady person, what's the problem?'

Ji Ge was really anxious today—this damned Da Fei has talked back to him several times already; even a clay figurine has a bit of temper, let alone him.

When he was young he earned his place through fighting, not just blowing hot air—can he tolerate this grievance?

Li Xin gets along well with Ji Ge; when they have nothing to do they still go sing together, but today Ji Ge is obviously worked up, so Li Xin has to help out the scene, otherwise next time they go sing they'll have to nitpick him.

Li Xin sat behind Chief Jiang Tian Sheng, took a sip of tea, then said: 'Da Fei, quit acting all weird every day—if you can speak properly, do so; if not, just shut that stinking mouth. Look around this room—who here didn't earn their place through fighting?'

Look outside—how many can fight, how many have bled for the society, yet none of them sit in the leadership seats.

Are you feeling aggrieved sitting as the Central leader? Or what? If not, go to North Point and transfer the Gray Dog to Central?

Without waiting for Da Fei to speak, he asked the Gray Dog: 'Dog, we're old acquaintances—how about it? Will you go to Central?'

Seeing Li Xin made the Gray Dog's legs tremble—the shadow he left is huge!

Seeing Li Xin still looking at him, he quickly said: 'Brother Xin, I can do it—anywhere's fine, going to Central is no problem; Brother Xin, you're in charge.'

Chief Jiang Tian Sheng, having known Li Xin for so long, understood his meaning—he was worried Da Fei would destabilize Prosperity, so he wanted to give the Gray Dog some benefits.

A smile crept onto his lips—Ah Xin is the most thoughtful, always thinking of the society, unlike Da Fei, that loser who just causes trouble all day.

This damn cowardly Dragon Head really doesn't want to do it anymore!

Too many troubles!