Chapter 8

Xi Gong

Li Xin sat in the boss's chair, looking at Jimmy in front of him; no matter how you looked at him, he was pleasing to the eye, not thinking about stamp collecting.

What he liked was Jimmy's enthusiasm for learning at that moment; even when finding a girlfriend for Longgen, he didn't put down the newspaper.

In his past life, he wasn't cut out for studying; before crossing over, he hadn't even read his books properly, and after crossing over it was even more impossible.

Right in front of him was a studious good kid; he therefore had to give him a chance.

"Handsome guy, how much money can you make setting up a small stall for a month?" Li Xin asked casually.

Jimmy nervously clutching his shirt corner, he already knew who this person was: one of the twelve Leaders of Prosperity, Dao Wang Xin.

He was on Bolanjie Street, and was directly taken by a blue-haired violent man to Xi Gong.

They didn't even ask if he was willing!

He replied softly: "When business is good, it's over two thousand; when it's bad, it's over a thousand; sometimes even more gets snatched away."

Li Xin tapped the table with his finger, thought for a moment, and said: "I'll give you three thousand a month, no days off, food and lodging included—any problem?"

He forced himself to reply: "Big Brother, I don't want to get involved in gangs; I just want to earn some money, open a small shop, and support my mother." As if to show his determination, he added: "I really don't want to get involved in gangs."

Tianhong heard this and got angry; his Big Brother is who? The number one knife expert in the Hong Kong Island underworld; he personally took in this kid, yet he actually doesn't know what's good for him and dares to refuse.

He slammed his hand on the table, pointing at Jimmy's nose and shouting: "You loser, my Big Brother gave you face, yet you dare not take it—do you want to go jump in the sea and swim?"

Li Xin pulled Tianhong's arm down, looked at him and said: "Don't scare the kid; he's a decent person, not a short mule—why are you threatening him?"

Jimmy looked at Luo Tianhong's expression; no matter how you looked at it, it didn't look like he was just threatening him—he really wanted to throw him into the sea.

Li Xin looked at Jimmy, smiled, and then said: "I'm not asking you to join a gang; I want to hire you as a shop manager—what do you think? Are you interested this time?"

Jimmy knew that refusing again would be impolite, so he quickly nodded and agreed: "No problem, boss; if I don't understand something, I'll learn as quickly as possible until I can handle the shop manager position."

Look, this is what talent is.

The change was very natural; he directly called him boss, didn't even ask what kind of shop manager he was, and just gave a perfect answer.

Li Xin took out the document he had written from the drawer; it was a rough and incomplete business plan about rental agency, but the general idea was all there.

He handed the document to Jimmy, saying: "This is the business plan; you improve it yourself, and if you do well, you'll be the manager of Red Xin Real Estate Agency."

In the future, when you go out on errands, you can use my banner; any other questions?

Jimmy carefully took the document, held it in his hand, and asked the question he'd been holding back: "Boss, why did you hire me to work for you?"

Because you're easy on the eyes.

The next day.

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After making breakfast, Qiuti came to the bedroom door and called for Li Xin to get up and eat: "A Xin, get up, breakfast is ready."

Lying in bed, he stretched; yesterday he had been holding in his anger at the nightclub until he got home and finally let it out.

He is very disciplined, never misbehaving outside; aside from that, with such a good little life, he wants to live two more years.

If he encounters something unclean, he's done for!

Even his peak human physique can't withstand this poison.

He went into the shower room, took a cold shower, draped a towel over his neck, put on shorts, sat on a chair, and ate breakfast.

After putting down his chopsticks, he asked Qiuti across from him: "Is your half-dead flower shop still open?"

Qiuti glared at him and said: "What do you mean half-dead flower shop? Those are just old customers who haven't started doing business yet."

"Of course it's open; otherwise what would I do?" Qiuti replied angrily.

Li Xin thought for a moment and said to her: "You should enroll in a finance training course; later, when you come to the company to help me, the finances must be overseen by someone trustworthy."

Qiuti looked at Li Xin in surprise; he had never let her get involved in the parking lot business before—why did he change his mind today?

Looking at Qiuti's gaze, Li Xin wiped his mouth with a napkin and said directly: "The parking lot is not clean; I can't let you get involved in there. I've newly opened two companies—you go to those two companies and oversee the finances for me."

What are they for?

One is a film company, the other a real estate agency; these two companies are the foundation for my future standing, and finances must be supervised by our own people.

After watching her man leave, Qiuti returned to the bedroom and rolled around on the bed; although he had never said sweet nothings, his actions proved he cared about her.

These days, the underworld is overcast with dark clouds, as if a thunderstorm could break at any moment.

…… => ellipsis.

It's all a chain reaction caused by the reorganization of Prosperity.

Other gangs, hoping to take advantage of the crisis to get a bite, these Leaders of Prosperity seek to expand their territory, each with their own little schemes.

Small and medium-sized gangs just get unlucky; whenever there's a major upheaval in the underworld, a batch of them disappears.

They hadn't provoked anyone, yet they mysteriously vanished.

They felt stifled inside, still not knowing how to speak up!

This is quite normal; aren't there plenty of examples where the boss and second-in-command fight and knock out the third?

Only Li Xin steadily sits at Diaoyutai; no one comes here to cause trouble, and this little bit of profit in Xi Gong District isn't even enough to cover medical and living expenses.

Li Xin sat in his office, looking at the weapons and ammunition in the space, as well as hundreds of millions of black money, lost in thought.

What he was actually thinking was whether to take advantage of this underworld upheaval to pull a few scores.

Since two years ago, many gangs have been finishing their tallies by daytime, then mysteriously losing them at night.

All the gangs suspected an insider, but no matter how they investigated, they found no clues.

This has become an unsolved case in the underworld.

Those who have played it know that this hero Li Xin has two forms; as soon as the line "The god of light has fallen, then I shall lead the darkness" is spoken, he instantly becomes inhuman and directly steals the base.

After thinking it over, he drove the idea from his mind; now he has enough capital.

Although his physique is somewhat above average, he's still just flesh and blood at the core.

Although he's quite fit, he's still only human.

Getting shot would injure him, even kill him — not worth it!

The money in there is enough for him to launder for a while; otherwise, opening a film company—do you really think he's doing it just for that bit of box office?

A film company is absolutely a money‑laundering weapon—investing 500 million, have you seen movies whose special effects are as crappy as shit? Have you seen straw hats that cost six thousand?

Pile up scrap cars, spray‑paint them, line them up and blow them up, then claim they're new—have you seen these?

Doesn't that sound familiar?

These are standard tricks—once this film is done, before it even reaches theaters, they've already made money.

You say, isn't it amazing?

You think that's over?

How naïve!

The theater was empty, yet the final box office ran into tens of millions—where do you think it came from?

This thing is outright a money‑laundering artifact!