Chapter 6

He looked around, Jiang Tian Sheng said loudly: 'There are twelve chairs on both sides of the conference table; when I call your name, Leader, find a chair to sit.'

Tsim Sha Tsui Leader—Prince. Yau Ma Tei Leader—Boxer King Tai.

Mong Kok Leader—Handsome Kwan. Causeway Bay Leader—Big Brother B.

Central Leader—Chen Yao. Western District Leader—Ba Ji.

North Point Leader—Fat Lai. Kowloon City Leader—Uncle Hing.

Sham Shui Po Leader—Pretty Ma. Kwai Tsing Leader—Benny Tiger.

Tuen Mun Leader—Dinosaur. Xi Gong Leader—Knife King Xin.

Li Xin chose the last seat and sat down; opposite him, Fat Lai was picking his feet!

That's a genuine Gangdao foot.

Jiang Tian Sheng finished announcing the twelve Leaders; everyone in the room except Chen Yao had a head full of question marks.

Xi Gong, a Leader? What the hell does that have to do with anything?

Can it be established?

Chai Wan, Kwun Tong— which one isn't more qualified than Xi Gong?

Chai Wan's Horse King Jian, Kwun Tong's A Chao— their seniority is also deeper than Xi Gong's Knife King Xin.

On paper, their records are similar, but Horse King Jian and A Chao are sticks, while Knife King Xin is a fan.

The society is going crazy!

Jiang Tian Sheng looked at everyone's expressions in the room, knew what they were thinking, and gave a slight smile.

This is the result he wanted.

He clapped his hands, waited for everyone to look over, then smiled and said: 'I suppose everyone has doubts—how can Xi Gong support the hall?'

'Yes, Mr. Jiang, besides seafood, does Xi Gong have anything else?' a low-ranking member asked.

Another person chimed in: 'There are also used cars.' After saying that, he snorted disdainfully.

'Alright, let me explain this to everyone: each Leader's strength has been evaluated.'

A Xin, through his own channels, obtained a minibus route from Xi Gong to Causeway Bay, as well as 150 taxi licenses.

He didn't have enough money, so he came to me, wanting to hand over this business to the society; he just wanted some travel expenses.

How could I possibly agree? That's like snatching food from our own brothers' bowls. So, the society invests half for a 30% share, while A Xin invests half for a 70% share.

Now I want to ask everyone: Is A Xin's ability sufficient? Will the society's investment lose money?

These shameless people change faces faster than Sichuan brothers have ever seen—damn fast!

This one said: 'The ability is more than enough; with these two sources of income, supporting four or five hundred people is no problem.'

That one said: 'The society investing half for a 30% share is a great deal; Xin Ge is looking out for everyone. If there were connections to bring the brothers along, even with money you couldn't get this minibus route.'

This shameless guy, over thirty, and Xin Ge just spouts nonsense!

The reason these people's faces change so quickly is simple: as long as it's society's industry, they all get dividends, just varying amounts.

The vast majority in the room praised nonstop, acknowledging Knife King Xin has the ability (financial strength) to be a Leader; these are muscle-brained thugs.

Don't have too high expectations of these short mules; some haven't even finished elementary school.

Add herd mentality—if others approve of something, he must join in, otherwise he seems unintelligent!

They're all know-it-alls.

Only those who eat brains feel this is a bit problematic, but since the Dragon Head said so, they can only believe it.

Today the Dragon Head said: 'The earth is square,' and they had to nod in agreement.

Otherwise, the twelve Leaders would eat them alive.

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Li Xin's car is a first-generation BMW 750i; he leaned back in the rear seat, lost in thought—this car is an imported used vehicle! All paperwork is complete, no one can find fault.

Lu Tian Hong, driving ahead, glanced in the rearview mirror at Li Xin, eyes closed in thought, and asked: 'Big Brother, you're acting a bit odd today! You've gained an advantage, yet you don't look too happy—this isn't like you.'

'Tian Hong, do you know how many taxi licenses there are in Gangdao?' Without waiting for Lu Tian Hong's reply, he continued: 'There are only over six thousand total; just that, and they're divided into urban, New Territories, and Lantau Island licenses—urban licenses are the common red ones we see.'

'The Dragon Head gave me these one hundred fifty licenses; they are urban licenses—do you know what that means?'

Lu Tian Hong, driving, answered indifferently: 'It's worth money! What else could it be?'

Exactly, this martial arts fanatic doesn't care about these things.

The market price is several tens of thousands; these taxi licenses, though priced, have no market—you can't just buy them with money.

These licenses and the minibus route are enough to support a taxi company with no problem—this source of income is quite big!

He tossed these worries out of his mind, took what was given, and hadn't even thought about the Dragon Head position; as long as he didn't make himself cannon fodder, he could still handle small matters.

In 1982, over ten million in hard cash—no small sum; saying he's a petit bourgeois is affordable.

Soon, the car stopped at the intersection of Wan Chai's Yat Sin Street and Sung Tak Street.

There's a Yau Gai restaurant here, opened by a high-ranking uncle of the Wo Kee family.

Those who mix in the jianghu will give face; sometimes negotiations and gatherings are held here.

Today outside the restaurant was especially lively, gathering many Prosperity youths—basically people from Hong Kong Island and the Yau Tsim Mong hall.

Today the society's reorganization, most are just here to watch the fun; few can get in and have a seat.

Li Xin's outfit today is trendy: he wears bean-shaped sunglasses, a crew cut with the sides shaved, a flashy pink shirt on top, and white casual pants with white sneakers below.

With hands in pockets, Lu Tian Hong, dressed all in black, entered the restaurant.

Today is an internal society gathering; the greeters are Ji Ge and Chen Yao. Seeing him enter, Ji Ge smiled and teased: 'A Xin, you're dressed so nicely? If you went to Bolanjie wearing that, they wouldn't charge you!'

Li Xin walked over to Ji Ge, put his arm around his shoulder, and laughed: 'Ji Ge, you're the best speaker in all of Prosperity—how about after the gathering we go to Bolanjie to hang out?'

'Great, great, you don't know—many foreign girls have come to the Tycoon Nightclub; their busts are so big two hands can't hold them.'

Other Ji Ges might not manage this, but in this regard he's absolutely top-notch in the industry.

Okay, it's settled, today take me out to see the world, I also want to see what these foreign girls look like.

He nodded at Chen Yao and headed straight to the front table.

Just as he reached the table, he heard Fei Lao Li muttering softly: 'Just know how to flatter, that's enough! You can even get a Thus line: Leader position out of it, damn.'

Yeah, Fei Lao Li is right—his Thus line: Leader position really was earned through flattery.

Li Xin benefited from the crown prince's influence, counting as half a disciple of Jiang Tian Sheng; they paid their respects to the Big Brother, which was the initiation ceremony presided over by Jiang Tian Sheng.

Li Xin smiled slightly and asked loudly: 'Li Pangzi, how's your Little Imperial Uncle's sales doing?'

These gang members, none of them have a good temper; they're all tough-mouthed.

Li Pangzi glared at him and said disdainfully: 'No matter how bad I am, I'm still better than those who scrape by catching broken fish and rotten shrimp.'

Oh ho, Li Pangzi, you look down on us country folks, huh?

Li Xin said with an exaggerated expression.

If it weren't for that raised middle finger, it would still be considered quite polite.