Chapter 111: Wu Feng: I

(In the new year, I wish everyone a bright future.)

Why bother with the underground boxing business?

If you're going to do it, do a proper fighting competition; if managed well, it can make just as much money.

Of course, Wu Feng did not say these words out loud.

Due to the lack of smooth information exchange, even a Hong Kong triad Big Brother like Jing Kun didn't know much about the boxing business in the United States.

He only knew that professional boxers in the United States made a lot of money, but he had no real concept of just how much.

It was only later, when global television networks became developed, that Mainland audiences learned that top-tier boxers in the United States could earn tens of millions of Dollars for a single match.

With appearance fees that high, one can see just how massive the entire boxing industry is.

Of course, the boxing matches over there are backed by gambling cities, and as for how they actually operate, outsiders have no idea.

Someone is bound to say that Hong Kong doesn't have an economy as developed as the United States, but Hong Kong has no shortage of wealthy people and the middle class.

Underground boxing rings can only attract a small number of spectators, and the capital flowing in has a clear ceiling.

There have already been successful cases in later generations proving that fighting competitions are quite popular.

Especially fighting competitions here in the East; their entertainment value is far stronger than boxing matches.

Unfortunately, limited by the era and his own vision, it's estimated that even if Wu Feng said it, Jing Kun wouldn't pay much attention and would still think underground boxing rings are the most profitable.

Because of this, Wu Feng did not mention his thoughts.

However, to promote fighting competitions, one must have a television station to cooperate!

In his heart, his urgency to take over Asia Television increased a bit more!

Having agreed to Jing Kun's request, he didn't actually stay at the Dahuanggong Nightclub to carouse, nor did he make any move to leave with a beautiful lady; instead, he left cleanly and efficiently under the escort of his close Underlings.

"This kid really doesn't know how to appreciate romance!"

Jing Kun felt somewhat regretful, while the Mama-san of the Dahuanggong Nightclub was filled with fear and anxiety.

"It's fine, that kid is just like that—he's deathly afraid of dying!"

Jing Kun was in a good mood and kindly explained: "The Red Mansion Sauna on Shanghai Street, ever heard of it?"

Seeing the Mama-san nod to indicate she had, he then smiled and said: "That place is the Tuodi where that kid sits in command!"

The Mama-san suddenly realized, and the anxiety in her heart vanished completely.

The Red Mansion Sauna on Shanghai Street was a unique anomaly among the many nightclubs in Mong Kok.

It wasn't that it was particularly maverick, but every half month, the sauna would send all its service staff to the hospital for specific medical checkups; they had to have a health report to continue working.

Because of this, the reputation of the Red Mansion Sauna on Shanghai Street spread among the many nightclubs in Mong Kok.

Some said the sauna owner's brain was flooded with water, a fool with money to burn.

But more people praised the way the Red Mansion Sauna on Shanghai Street conducted itself.

Even peers in the nightclub industry felt a measure of respect in their hearts, and some even wanted to join voluntarily.

There was no other reason; in the nightclub business, what kind of monsters and demons don't you encounter?

Only two or three out of ten ladies manage to remain unscathed until they are too old to be asked for.

Most of them get infected while still young and then struggle bitterly in the torment of illness.

Many ladies wither away while still young, and it's not because they didn't have health problems.

Even high-end venues like the Dahuanggong Nightclub couldn't manage to have their staff undergo checkups every six months, let alone require them to have a health report to work.

Because of this, upon suddenly learning that the Hong Xing Sai Kung Hall Master Wu Feng was the rumored "fool," the Mama-san of the Dahuanggong Nightclub immediately felt relieved.

A guy who could make his nightclub employees so proactive about checkups clearly valued the hygiene of his nightclub ladies; even she wouldn't be happy to spend the night in a nightclub casually.

Of course, serving a guy like that was also very easy and simple.

There would certainly be no excessive demands; he would leave when the time was up, the ladies would easily earn their legitimate service fees, and the Mama-san wished for as many such guests as possible.

Wu Feng did not know that his reputation was very loud among the nightclub community in Mong Kok.

He didn't care; he was doing a good thing, so why care about the gossip of others?

As long as they weren't chirping in his face, could he stop people from talking?

The reason he was so "particular" was due to some real situations he learned about after joining the triad.

Additionally, when collecting material for writing novels in later generations, he had also seen records regarding this aspect.

It is said that when the sex industry in Mong Kok was at its hottest, the infection rate among the ladies reached a staggering seventy percent or more; it felt terrifying just to think about.

In any case, he couldn't stand it!

When one has the ability, spending a little money to make one's own circle of life feel more secure—isn't that a very normal thing? It's the peers who make a fuss about it who are truly abnormal.

It's similar to the later Pang Donglai; a private supermarket run like a state-owned enterprise—that's because the owner is generous and has vision. Who knows what all those friendly competitors were so shocked about?

When he returned to the Tuodi on Shanghai Street, it was the busiest time of the night.

At least looking at the flow of people, there were just fewer luxury cars, but in other aspects, it really wasn't much worse than Portland Street.

Especially the nightclubs in his territory; they were bustling with people coming and going.

Sometimes, the three parking Underlings at the entrance couldn't even keep up.

When he arrived at the Red Mansion Sauna, he had no intention of disturbing the guests, so he took his Underlings directly through the back door to the third-floor office.

"You've worked hard today, go have some fun!"

He took out a stack of banknotes, threw them to the lead close Underling, and instructed: "Don't go too crazy; we still have to get up early for training tomorrow!"

The close Underling left with a face full of joy, and soon the sound of footsteps could be heard moving rapidly away.

Once at the sauna, his safety was handled by a three-person bodyguard team.

If he couldn't guarantee his safety in his own lair, then he had wasted his time over this period.

After handling some trivial matters and staying at the sauna for a while, he returned to his nearby residence when it was past nine in the evening.

This area was also quite lively, and most of the people coming and going were beautiful women.

Wu Feng specifically arranged for thugs to maintain order, and with police patrolling from time to time, those who didn't know better would think this place also belonged to the prosperous area of Shanghai Street.

At a glance, many of those setting up stalls were operators from the Emotional Hotline.

Each one was dressed quite trendily and beautifully, drawing the attention and gazes of the pretty girls passing by.

What they were selling, of course, were Premium A-Grade Goods produced by the garment factory.

However, it wasn't just blind imitation; there were parts that had been modified to make the clothes, shoes, and hats better suited to the figures and builds of Oriental women.

In this small area, a small women's market had already formed!

Don't look at the fact that it was only a few dozen meters long and mostly consisted of temporary street stalls; it was said that the daily transaction volume was not a small amount. One could only say that women's money was indeed easy to earn.

Where there are many pretty girls, there is naturally no shortage of various handsome men and second-generation rich kids.

It's just that they didn't dare to act recklessly here, as there were predecessors who had paid a bloody price.

To make the thugs maintaining order more attentive, the stall fees and a share of the turnover from this small area were all extra income for the thugs.

In other words, the more the pretty girls at the stalls earned, the more the thugs responsible for maintaining order earned.

As for the police patrolling back and forth, while it wasn't easy to give them money directly, there was plenty of drinks and all kinds of seasonal fruits to go around.

It got to the point where Senior Inspector Xu Renjie of the Mong Kok Police Station couldn't help but complain repeatedly when they met: "Every one of them wants to stroll around here during their night patrols. They can look at pretty girls to feast their eyes, and they can drink beverages and eat fruit until they're full. Those who don't know better would think they came here to enjoy themselves!"

"There's no help for it, the ones setting up stalls are basically my female employees!"

Wu Feng chuckled and said, "Since they want to earn some extra money, I will naturally provide enough convenience!"

"I can't just let them get bullied at my doorstep, can I? Where would that leave my face?"

"You, you're just kind-hearted!"

Xu Renjie sighed, "Is that just earning extra money? I'm afraid the earnings from a dozen days are higher than my salary, right?"

Wu Feng smiled without a word; he estimated that a few days' earnings could match the other man's salary.

"I've seen a Big Brother of a triad like you for the first time!"

"Sir, don't slander people. I am a good citizen. I don't understand what kind of Big Brother of a triad you're talking about!"

But regardless, the fact that there were often police patrolling this small area at night had gradually become the rule.

It wasn't that there weren't scum from the Eastern Star and Wo Shing who thought about coming over to join in the fun, but in the end, they didn't dare to do anything.

When Wu Feng passed by with his bodyguards and Underlings, it did indeed draw a salute of attention from a crowd of pretty girls.

The female customers who didn't know were quite curious about what was going on.

Once they inquired about the specific situation, each of them naturally had a very good impression of Wu Feng.

Such a thing, if told to others, no one would believe it, yet it happened to be the case.

Wu Feng, however, did not know that his leisurely figure heading toward his residence was seen by the actresses in the nearby Tong Lau, and each of their minds was stirred.

"Isn't it said that the boss rarely goes out at night?"

"Today is the premiere of 'Swallow Li San', and the boss went too. It seems he was dragged away by the head of Qiankun Film and Television, so it's only normal for him to be back at this time!"

"This is what's not normal, okay? When men go out to have fun at night, how could they possibly get away before dawn?"

"Pfft, how could the vixens outside catch the boss's eye? Even for the sake of safety, the boss wouldn't dare to spend the night outside casually!"

"What does that mean? Why don't I understand?"

"How many days have you been at the company? How could you know the boss's style of doing things? He is very particular about the physical hygiene of the vixens outside!"

"Wow, that's too exaggerated, no wonder I haven't heard of any romantic stories about the boss!"

"I guess it'll be soon. Aren't we keeping our eyes on the boss? Let's see whose ability is greater and whose methods are better!"

"Those operators from the Emotional Hotline are no pushovers either. I guess they have quite a few thoughts about the boss too!"

"Them? I guess they don't have much of a chance. They used to hang around in nightclubs; it was only after they relied on the boss that they started living like normal people!"

"I see they earn quite a lot. I heard that the one with the best business can earn several thousand in one night of setting up a stall!"

"They are the ones doing the Emotional Hotline. Their tongues are very glib; they are professional at being smooth-talkers. How can we compare?"

"We are more pure and beautiful. I don't believe that if we go out to set up stalls, we'll earn less than them!"

"Then go and try it. See if you can even open your mouth when the time comes. Setting up a stall isn't such a simple job. Do you really think none of our peers have tried it before?"

"……"

The so-called "three women make a play"; at this time, the number of actresses from the film and television company living on the upper floors of the Tong Lau was not small, and once they got together, they quickly became a chaotic mess.

(End of this chapter)