Chapter 109: The Apple of the Young Lady's Eye! (Happy New Year)

(Happy New Year, wishing all book friends a happy Spring Festival, good health, and may all your wishes come true.)

"Feng Zai, I am truly sorry, to have encountered such a thing!"

After successfully exiting the Big Rich Nightclub, Jing Kun spoke with some embarrassment.

The Underlings guarding the entrance for the Wo Shing obviously hadn't received the news yet, and they didn't dare to block Wu Feng and his group at will; guarding has its own rules.

"It's nothing, in a place like a nightclub, inexplicable incidents happen all the time!"

Wu Feng waved his hand and said indifferently: "I'm already used to it; what just happened was actually not bad!"

He really wasn't speaking ironically; Hua Fu of the Wo Shing probably just wanted to say hello, but his posture was too arrogant, so wasn't he taught a lesson by Wu Feng's brawler Underlings?

If he had really come directly for Jing Kun, it wouldn't have been the empty-handed Wo Shing Underlings entering the door, but a group of blade-wielders holding watermelon knives.

As for why it wasn't aimed at himself, Wu Feng had no interests in Portland Street; if someone wanted to target him for this, wouldn't it be a great excuse for him to intervene in Portland Street?

In a single Portland Street, over a dozen triads divide the profits; one can see just how chaotic it is here!

As the Mong Kok Hall Master, the number of nightclubs Jing Kun guards is just over ten.

The competition is truly too fierce, though of course, the pickings are also quite rich.

The profit share from one nightclub on Portland Street is not much worse than the income from high-end nightclubs in Tsim Sha Tsui. At least one hundred thousand or more in profit a month, and that's just the share for guarding for the triad.

Not to mention being able to take a cut from the hostesses, and getting a piece of the pie from alcohol and food.

The profits from parking are also not low; there is profit everywhere, so how could it not make people jealous?

Unfortunately, this is the world of wealthy Bosses; the vast majority of the dozen or so triads only have the right to guard, and have no qualifications to participate in the operation of Portland Street nightclubs, let alone divide the actual property rights.

It is only the three first-rate triads—Hung Hing, Wo Shing, and the Wo Shing—that have nightclubs they run themselves.

If Hua Fu of the Wo Shing gave him the chance, Wu Feng really wouldn't mind letting his brawler Underlings storm into Portland Street.

Even Jing Kun wouldn't have too much dissatisfaction; anyway, it wouldn't be his interests being snatched.

As for whether Wu Feng's brawler Underlings have such strength, isn't that a joke?

Just looking at Wu Feng's generosity, and his consistent style regarding the guarding rights of nightclubs and bars, it is exactly a great opportunity for the brawlers to make contributions and establish their careers.

Those who perform well can directly become a guarding Big Brother of a nightclub or bar, and the money flows in.

It is also because of this that, apart from the three senior lieutenants under Wu Feng, the other capable Four-Nines have no way to grow big.

The Four-Nines who guard and are not under the senior lieutenants basically have independent financial management authority, and can directly connect with the finance company Wu Feng set up.

In this way, the territories of the three senior lieutenants are limited, and other capable Four-Nines can also set up their own little fiefdoms.

Unless the triad experiences huge chaos, if one only possesses the guarding rights for one or two bars, they cannot afford the financial side if they want to recruit more Underlings to increase their power.

If one had the brain for making money like Jimmy, they wouldn't have much interest in getting ahead in the triad.

Especially with a Big Brother like Wu Feng, being able to make money safely and steadily, who would have the heart for fighting and killing and bullying; one wrong move and you might capsize in the gutter.

At the same time, it also gives opportunities to the other Four-Nines, especially those around Wu Feng and under the three senior lieutenants; if they have ability, they should show it well.

Whether they can become a guarding Big Brother with independent financial management authority depends on their own efforts and luck.

After leaving the Big Rich Nightclub, a casual question revealed why they heard the noise outside when they were in the private room, and why the close-protection brawler Underlings didn't guard the door at the first moment.

It turned out that Hua Fu of the Wo Shing was already in a high-level private room in the nightclub; he probably heard that Jing Kun had come and wanted to show his face, so he came straight down from upstairs, ignoring the waiter's obstruction and pushing the door open cleanly and neatly.

And Wu Feng's brawler Underlings guarding the lounge had no idea such a change would occur; their reaction was already very fast, and their strikes were not sloppy in the slightest.

It was very face-saving; at the very least, Jing Kun's envious gaze already said it all.

"Look at what you're saying; someone who didn't know would think you, this Hung Hing Sai Kung Hall Master, often guard nightclubs yourself. Don't try to fool me!"

Jing Kun couldn't help but mock him, and then led Wu Feng to a nightclub in his own territory.

He was also depressed; he had finally managed to invite Wu Feng today, and didn't expect to run into an idiot like Hua Fu, ruining his good mood.

Of course, he also had the idea of going to nightclubs guarded by other triads to have fun; he was too familiar with the bars in his own territory and had lost the sense of novelty.

"Hehe, the thing I hear most every day is which bar or nightclub has people fighting and causing trouble!"

As a guest following the host, Wu Feng strolled slowly while explaining casually: "The situation over at Shanghai Street is actually not bad; very few thugs from other triads take the initiative to come and look for trouble!"

"The situation here on Portland Street is about the same!"

Jing Kun spoke defensively, not wanting to weaken his momentum at all: "With me, Jing Kun, covering it, which triad Scum would dare to come and stir up trouble in the bars in my territory? I'd beat them to death!"

Wu Feng just smiled and said nothing!

Damn, they are all neighbors; who doesn't know the situation here on Portland Street?

Jing Kun's reputation in the underworld is indeed loud, but he is most famous for being loyal and capable of getting things done; anyway, there are no underworld rumors about how well he can fight, which counts as a small flaw.

The key is that Jing Kun doesn't have many fierce underworld fighters under him, which is a bit of a deficiency.

At the very least, his deterrent power against bottom-level Scum is not as great as those fierce underworld fighters.

Anyway, even when Wu Feng is sitting in command at Shanghai Street, he can hear news from time to time about bars guarded by Hung Hing on Portland Street being attacked and disrupted by Scum from other triads.

Sometimes, Jing Kun clearly suffered a secret loss, but could only swallow it.

He couldn't go to Jiang Tiansheng for help because of such things; that would be no way to survive.

It was even more impossible to ask Wu Feng for help; he couldn't afford to lose that face, and of course, he had never revealed the unhappiness in his heart.

Talking and laughing, they arrived at the Dahuanggong Nightclub.

This place can also be considered one of the very famous high-end nightclubs on Portland Street, belonging to Hung Hing's turf.

The senior lieutenant guarding the place happened to know Wu Feng, and his attitude was incredibly enthusiastic.

The Lobby Manager and the Mama-san also appeared at the first moment, directly inviting the two to a luxury private room on the second floor.

Two more beautiful hostesses were by their sides, with looks and figures at least above eighty-five points.

Unfortunately, in Wu Feng's view, that overly heavy makeup was a bit of a drag.

"Tonight's expenses are all on me, Feng Zai, don't be polite!"

Jing Kun expressed his generosity in a carefree manner, and didn't feel embarrassed for having said it twice in such a short time.

"Kun-ge is generous!"

Wu Feng laughed and played along, took a sip of the so-called 1982 Lafite red wine, ignored the attentiveness of the young ladies beside him, and asked straight to the point: "Tell me, what exactly is the matter?"

"Let's state this beforehand: I won't touch certain things!"

The several hostesses were all somewhat startled, even though they had long known that Wu Feng was a Hung Hing Sai Kung Hall Master, and the Mama-san had deliberately warned them, fearing they might accidentally offend Wu Feng.

But they had not expected Wu Feng to be so bold as to dare to speak to Jing Kun with such an attitude.

Next, an even more shocking thing happened to them.

Jing Kun, the Hung Hing Mong Kok Hall Master who was always moody, eccentric, and full of arrogance, not only did not get angry but instead revealed a faint, subtle fawning, and chuckled: "I know, I know, of course I know you kid has many rules, naturally I wouldn't drag you into the water!"

"Besides, my film company still wants to continue receiving your kid's guidance to grow bigger and stronger and create new brilliance; I'd have to be brain-damaged to dig a pit for you!"

"As long as Brother Kun knows what's what!"

Wu Feng took another sip of the 1982 Lafite, felt nothing special about it, and said with a smile: "I really don't have much interest in triad affairs; it takes effort and energy, and how much money can one even make?"

"I know you kid can make money and look down on the little bit of profit in Portland Street!"

Jing Kun laughed and scolded irritably: "But I don't have your kid's ability to make money; the profit from Portland Street is considered an important source of wealth, so I dare not neglect it!"

Wu Feng nodded slightly to show he understood, while also clearly feeling the soft, well-endowed bodies of the beautiful ladies on his left and right subconsciously pressing against him.

"The Scum from Tung Sing have started showing their faces in Portland Street again!"

While Jing Kun was feeling up the ladies beside him, he brought up the real business: "What does your kid think?"

"Has my Tangge stepped in?"

Wu Feng was not very surprised, frowned slightly, and asked curiously: "How come I didn't notice?"

"Your Tangge is very steady; he has been holding down the fort in Xintian Street the whole time!"

Jing Kun explained: "You kid should look at how intimidated Shanghai Street has been by you. Although Tung Sing has quite a few venues, who would dare to act rashly, fearing your kid's overreaction?"

"My Tangge seems to have improved quite a bit. He knows such things shouldn't be meddled with at will, let alone helping Tung Sing charge into battle!"

Wu Feng smiled slightly and said leisurely: "Then what else is there to say?"

"With a relative like you as a role model, even if your Tangge had a hole in his brain, he would know to imitate your style of doing things. At the very least, he won't have a bad life, and Luotuo of Tung Sing wouldn't dare put too much pressure on him!"

Jing Kun rolled his eyes and said irritably: "With the territory in Xintian Street and Shanghai Street, he is a powerful figure worth counting in the whole of Tung Sing, plus he has your kid's face!"

The several hostesses were full of shock; what had they just heard?

So, the Tangge of Hung Hing Sai Kung Hall Master Wu Feng was actually the Tung Sing Mong Kok Hall Master, 'Huopao Gang'.

Isn't that too exaggerated?

According to the news they knew, if the strength of the two cousins were added together, wouldn't they be able to walk sideways in Mong Kok?

Even looking at the whole of Yau Tsim Mong, it is a formidable force worth counting!

At this moment, the way they looked at Wu Feng had already become watery. They wished they could immediately swallow this sturdy, handsome Hung Hing Big Brother whole.

Being a hostess in a nightclub, admiring strength is an instinct!

In their eyes, triad Big Brothers like Jing Kun and Wu Feng were ceiling-level existences.

As for the big shots in the white-collar world, they wouldn't easily come to Portland Street to play. They basically all have quite fixed entertainment venues, and most are concentrated over on Hong Kong Island.

Nightclub hostesses usually can't come into contact with them, let alone hope for love at first sight.

Being able to hook a rich second-generation playboy is already quite lucky; most just pair up with low-level triad thugs to get by, and there is basically no security for the second half of their lives.

If they catch the eye of a triad Big Brother while they are young and pretty, at least they won't have to worry about food and clothing in the future.

Of course, they didn't know how glorious Wu Feng's legitimate business was, otherwise, they would likely be even more proactive, and as for whether it could work out, that's not something to consider for now.

"Regarding my Tangge's matter, Brother Kun, you don't need to take it to heart; just do what you have to do!"

Wu Feng waved his hand, directly stating his attitude, and that was indeed his thought.

New year, new atmosphere; book friends, please don't engage in personal attacks easily!

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(End of this chapter)