Chapter 22: Money is a bastard, but it really doesn't work without money!

A dog can't change its habit of eating shit!

Guanzaisen's strange reaction naturally aroused Wu Feng's curiosity.

Soon, a confidant underling told the truth: this guy almost lost his pants in Macau!

"I said Brother Sen, where did you get the courage to go to Macau to be chic?"

Wu Feng didn't sympathize at all, and mocked: "The way to make big money in a short time is clearly written in Hong Kong's laws!"

"Look at what you're saying, or I'll mortgage the mahjong parlor in my hand to you!"

Guanzaisen was ashamed and smiled bitterly: "I know you made a lot during the World Cup!"

This is a gambler, the red-hot chicken of Wo Shing, who is humble in front of Wu Feng to get money.

If it were normal times, although he was afraid of Wu Feng, he would definitely not lower his posture so much.

As for the fact that Wu Feng is already a small newspaper tycoon, Guanzaisen doesn't know and doesn't care. After all, the newspaper industry and the society are two industries with little intersection.

As for the influence of big newspapers, with Guanzaisen's vision and knowledge, he naturally doesn't realize it.

"Then you say a number, if it's not too much, I'll help you!"

Wu Feng pondered for a while, and nodded under Guanzaisen's expectant gaze: "Don't open your mouth like a lion!"

"Two million!"

Guanzaisen said it, and Wu Feng waved his hand directly without speaking.

What the two were talking about was naturally the three-story mahjong parlor that Zhong Ye sold cheaply to Guanzaisen before leaving.

It is said that the price was only 800,000, which is definitely a cabbage price!

Just the license of the mahjong parlor is worth this price.

Plus the area of nearly 180 square meters on three floors, the total value will not be less than two million.

According to the market price, it is easy to sell for four million!

After all, the revenue of the mahjong parlor is okay, and there is a turnover of at least 20,000 to 30,000 a day, which must be calculated as market value, otherwise it would be too much of a loss.

But the account is not calculated like this. Guanzaisen is just mortgaging it. Cutting it in half is already giving a lot of face, and 30% is the normal price.

"1.5 million, no less!"

Guanzaisen said depressedly: "You kid, don't be too ruthless, the mahjong parlor is very profitable!"

"Then 1.5 million!"

Wu Feng didn't entangle and set it directly.

During the mortgage period of the mahjong parlor, the revenue naturally belongs to Wu Feng.

And he knows that with Guanzaisen's gambler's urine, this mahjong parlor will never return to this guy's hands in the future.

I just don't know what reaction Zhong Ye, who is far away in Australia, will have when he hears the news?

Guanzaisen took the money and left immediately, taking the ferry directly to Macau to pay back the money.

When this guy was chic in Macau, he borrowed a lot of money from the local society.

If he doesn't pay it back, the consequences are quite serious. The Macau society often uses guns and is very fierce.

Wu Feng didn't stand on ceremony and sent finance and watching underlings to take over the mahjong parlor. It didn't cause much waves. As long as it didn't affect the normal operation here, no one would say anything more.

Tangge heard the news and came over to ask curiously for the first time.

Wu Feng didn't hide it and told the story simply, which made Tangge envious.

"Ah Feng, you are still amazing, you became a millionaire in such a short time!"

"It's a pity I didn't listen to your suggestion at the beginning, and only earned 200,000 to 300,000 in the end!"

Seeing Tangge like this, Wu Feng didn't pick up the topic and changed the subject directly: "If Guanzaisen is still so good at gambling, I'm afraid Shanghai Street will not be peaceful!"

"How do you say that?"

Tangge was indeed distracted and asked curiously: "Is it possible that he will set off an underworld storm?"

"People don't get rich without windfall, horses don't get fat without night grass!"

Wu Feng sneered: "If you are really eager to get money, Tangge, what means do you think Guanzaisen will use?"

"This..."

Tangge was a bit confused, he was not good at this,

"The opponent stores grain, I store guns; the opponent is my granary!"

Wu Feng smiled lightly and recited this sentence that became very popular on the Internet in later generations.

"Ah Feng, you mean..."

Tangge opened his eyes wide, and his face showed an incredible expression.

"Besides our Hong Yi, there are seven societies including the Wo Shing branch in Shanghai Street. Is it too crowded?"

Wu Feng smiled lightly and said leisurely: "No matter what era, direct hard grabbing is the fastest way to get money!"

"The key is that such a strong grabbing means is covered in the chaos of society fighting, so even the police will not easily notice it, and those societies involved will naturally not know about it!"

"Then what should our Hong Yi do?"

Tangge's forehead was already sweating, and he asked subconsciously. After reacting, he was a bit embarrassed and said awkwardly: "Ah Feng, don't laugh at me, I was just confused for a moment!"

"Nothing, Tangge, you are also encountering such things for the first time!"

Wu Feng smiled: "Our Hong Yi just needs to be prepared in advance. As long as we are not crushed when the chaos starts, it will not be difficult to deal with it. Guanzaisen's real purpose is just to grab money!"

"Of course, if Tangge you want to expand the society, this is also a good opportunity!"

Huang Wengang's eyes lit up, and it was obvious that he was moved. As the head of Hong Yi, he naturally wanted the society to develop and grow, so he could be more prestigious, and that was his only low-level hobby.

Tangge came in a hurry and left quickly. Wu Feng couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

In fact, he also had things he wanted to do at the moment, and didn't want to get involved in the society's messy things.

With the mahjong parlor as cash flow, he could start buying a printing plant, so that "Mong Kok News" would not have the possibility of being choked.

This was another not small expense, and he even started to consider whether to apply for a loan from the bank?

Not only that, Wu Feng was depressed to find that although he was lying flat in society affairs, the number of Hong Yi Four-Nines and Blue Lanterns who ate with him seemed to be increasing?

Moreover, he also needed so many people, and even the demand for people would be greater in the future!

The night venues under his hand needed enough people to watch, the sauna as the headquarters was the top priority, and now he had to add the mahjong parlor, as well as the people to distribute newspapers to newsstands.

Because "Mong Kok News" was free, sending newspapers directly to newsstands was much more valued than transferring them to newsstands through the newspaper association, so it was always distributed by the newspaper office itself.

When the printing plant was purchased, enough workers would be needed, as well as sufficient security personnel, and by the way, vehicles and people for distribution, just thinking about it made his head ache.

It is estimated that by then, the number of Hong Yi underlings directly eating with him would definitely exceed 500!

Just paying wages every month is a considerable amount, and it is impossible to invest all the mahjong parlor's draw into it.

The income of the night venue is not stable, and it is estimated that it still needs to be filled by the advertising fees of "Mong Kok News."

What Wu Feng is thinking about at this time is that he needs to open up other stable financial sources!

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 23 =====