Chapter 1798: Winning Trust

"Who do you think will win?"

"The boss, of course."

"That kid Xin Lan is too young; young and hot-headed, he doesn't know how formidable Boss He is. Just watch, he'll be beaten to the ground in a moment."

A moment passed.

Another moment passed.

Yulong was not beaten to the ground as that person had said.

On the contrary, it was Boss He who had actually taken off his jacket, with fine beads of sweat seeping out on his forehead.

Although the two still hadn't determined a winner, this was already very surprising; it was incredible, as no one had ever fought under the boss for this long!

Although they were also all bosses of various bars, there was only one boss here, and that was Boss He.

Everyone had changed their tune now.

People on the scene had already started placing bets.

Betting on who would win, the vast majority of people still bet on the boss to win, but there were also one or two people who bet on Zhang Yulong to win!

Odds: one to nine.

The situation had basically reached a white-hot trend. And at this moment, Boss He suddenly jumped out of the circle and said to Yulong, "Stop, I concede."

"You can't do that, Boss, you can't concede."

"Exactly, we all bet money."

A chorus of wails rose from the onlookers.

He waved his hand with a smile, looking very dashing: "The money you lost is on me, I'll pay!"

"Long live the boss."

People turned their sorrow into joy and immediately dispersed.

Boss He was still smiling; he handed the towel passed over by his subordinate to Yulong: "Wipe your sweat, shall we sit down and talk?"

"You are Boss He of Red Sea?"

"That's right, haha, the young man's skills are really good, worthy of being a top student from the Police Academy..."

Yulong interrupted him indignantly: "I didn't learn my skills there. Aside from being full of talk about benevolence and morality, they are useless. I really regret applying there back then."

He had said things like this on many occasions, and there was nothing wrong with saying it this way.

Yulong's persona on the outside was impulsive, hot-tempered, and simple-minded.

He knew the person in front of him was an old fox who kept his secrets well, so he couldn't afford to let his guard down; his persona had to be steady to infiltrate their core.

"Then why did you apply there in the first place?"

"I didn't want to go; I wanted to join the army. How impressive it would be to hold a gun and spray bullets! But I didn't pass the political background check back then. Later, a relative pulled some strings and got me in there. I thought since it was all wearing a uniform, it should be about the same. Who would have thought it would be so different..."

The more he said, the more satisfied Boss He became.

Yulong only focused on "venting" his dissatisfaction with the past, as if he had forgotten about discovering the surveillance earlier.

He had forgotten, but Boss He brought it up himself: "I am very sorry about the eavesdropping."

"But this is our rule. Anyone who opens a shop on Bar Street will be monitored. I was the same back then; there was not a single exception."

"Give me your phone."

He reached out his hand. Yulong hesitated for a moment, but still handed over the phone. Boss He removed the surveillance device from inside right in front of him.

"From now on, we are our own people. There's no need for this among our own."

"Why?"

Yulong looked at him coldly, small flames of hostility appearing in his eyes again.

"Let's go, let me show you something."

Boss He brought Yulong into the cabin and closed the door. A photo was hanging on the wall, and inside the photo was a group of girls.

Yulong recognized some of these people; they were girls who had recently come to the bar to play, but he didn't recognize most of them.

"These princesses went out yesterday and will bring us a profit of one million. And it's not a one-off deal, but a monthly profit."

"You calculate it—isn't that much more profitable than selling drinks?"

"That's against the law!"

Yulong widened his eyes.

"Hahahaha..."

He suddenly looked up and laughed, laughing until tears came out.

"Brother Yulong, you really are a little cutie, even that word came out. How should I put it? What we do doesn't quite align with some people's interests, but it's all fine on the other side."

"If you want to make money, you have to take some risks. Do you want to do it with us?"

"If you are willing, I welcome you to join us. If you are not willing, it doesn't matter, as long as you forget everything here after you get off the ship."

"Let me consider it."

Yulong acted very conflicted.

Boss He was very straightforward: "Fine, you consider it; I'll wait for you."

Yulong went out, but Boss He did not leave. He pressed the wall, and the originally smooth cabin wall slowly lifted, revealing a wall of electronic screens.

He turned on the screens, and instantly, everything on the ship was exposed under his eyes.

He didn't want to watch others; he only observed Yulong alone.

Yulong looked very conflicted, walking with his head down, and finally stopped in front of a place where people were playing Pai Gow.

It was clear he really wanted to play, but in the end, he couldn't resist, played a few rounds, and lost.

A smile appeared on Boss He's face.

Very good, this was the person he wanted.

His strengths are very prominent, and his weaknesses are equally prominent; only with weaknesses is he easy to control!

When his people first met Yulong, it was at a gambling table; Zhang Yulong lost money and wanted to welsh on the debt, but in the end, he naturally failed to welsh and even had his identity recognized.

He has a massive gambling addiction, yet he loses nine times out of ten; the more he wants to recoup his losses, the more miserably he loses.

Later, the school found out about this matter, and he was expelled from the Police Academy.

Zhang Yulong does not know that his expulsion from the school had his own contribution in it!

At that time, the boss of Blue Rain Bar was his capable subordinate, but he didn't expect him to be so useless, getting crippled by Yulong's mother.

Yulong is a talent, but after all, he came out of the Police Academy; he cannot easily feel at ease using this person, so he tested him many times.

He tested him many times, and the results were all satisfactory.

His decision to use this person was also well-considered; one must use people, but they cannot be allowed to backfire on oneself. Now that he sees he is safe, he wants to take Yulong under his command and make him his capable assistant.

Yulong returned, and before he knocked on the door, Boss He had already restored the screen to its original state.

"Please come in!"

Yulong entered, and Boss He opened his arms to welcome him: "Yulong, my brother, I knew you would definitely come back."

"I want to make money, a lot, a lot of money," he said concisely.

"Of course, if you work with me, money will flow into your pockets automatically and continuously."

Half a month later.

In his own bar, Yulong was flirting with a newly arrived hostess, and his hands were not very well-behaved, grabbing here and there from time to time.

Beneath his dissolute and unrestrained exterior, he actually hides an anxious and uneasy heart.

Tonight at midnight, a group of girls will be smuggled out.

This news must be sent out immediately, but right now, it cannot be sent out at all.

Although his surveillance was removed, according to the rules, no one can leave Bar Street within this day, and making phone calls is even more unsafe; what should he do?

How can he get the message out?

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