Chapter 7: One Move Ahead, Conspiracy Succeeds!

"Naturally, it's you, Cousin, who calls the shots!"

In the gradually heating weather, the temperature in the temporary residence wasn't low.

The fan was blowing hot air, and Wu Feng had a layer of fine sweat on his forehead, saying solemnly, "Cousin, you know, I don't want to join the society!"

Only by going deep into the society did one know why it was said that it was extremely difficult for society members to turn things around.

They usually did gray business that bordered on the law, and when fighting with rival societies, no matter how careful they were, it was hard to avoid seriously injuring or disabling people, making it easy to leave a criminal record at the police station.

Once they accidentally offended someone with influence, it was easy to be sent to Stanley Prison for further studies!

If their wealth caught people's eyes, it was also easy to be murdered for money, and ordinary people would only clap and cheer when they found out.

Even their legitimate businesses would be directly swallowed up by various means!

Before transmigrating, he had read a Hong Kong-style novel where the protagonist, Jing Kun, opened a rural cinema that was quite profitable.

As a result, it attracted the attention of a hereditary councilor in the New Territories who wanted to rob it directly, and even wanted to shoot Jing Kun in front of Hong Hing Dragon Head Jiang Tiansheng!

Jiang Tiansheng didn't say a word, letting the other party do whatever they wanted!

Such a plot shocked Wu Feng at the time!

Jing Kun was the Mong Kok Hall Master of Hong Hing, the regional Spokesperson with the strongest strength on the surface!

As a result, a hereditary councilor wanted to rob his legitimate business directly, and he didn't even have the ability to fight back!

It wasn't that they couldn't perish together, but then they would have to wait for a global warrant from the Hong Kong British government, and their days wouldn't be much better. The reality was just that cruel.

It was no wonder those society bosses ran to foreign countries to retire as soon as they retired; they didn't want to become fat sheep to be targeted. It was also a helpless means of avoiding risks.

If Wu Feng really made a fortune based on his memories from the future, could he expect the ghosts of the Hong Kong British government to treat money like dirt? Only a fool would think so.

"Things have come to this, A-Feng, don't be discouraged!"

His cousin patted his chest and said, "If I become the Spokesperson, I will definitely remove your name from the Sea Registry the first time. That should be enough, right?"

"Then thanks, Cousin!"

Wu Feng laughed, but didn't take his cousin's words to heart.

Different positions naturally led to very different ideas.

Although not certain, once his cousin became the Hong Yi Spokesperson, he probably wouldn't be willing to let him leave.

Hong Yi's situation was quite strange; the society's ability to make money wasn't bad, and there were over 150 official Four-Nines, with about 700 Blue Lanterns following them to eat.

With such a scale, as long as Spokesperson Zhong Ye was willing to spend more money to support people, it wasn't impossible to become a medium-sized society with a thousand people.

But Zhong Ye didn't do that, and most of the society's Four-Nines had mediocre abilities.

Just guarding the venues required over a hundred Four-Nines, plus members like horse-stall keepers who had no combat power, so the number of pure fighters in Hong Yi was not large.

Being in a red-light district like Shanghai Street, few hoodlums could resist the temptation and not indulge in wine and sex, so even if their physical foundation was good, they couldn't withstand such tossing.

What the Hong Yi Society lacked at this moment were fierce underworld figures who could fight and scrap.

Clearly, both his cousin Huang Wengang and Wu Feng himself were relatively qualified.

Once his cousin successfully moved up, Wu Feng's usefulness would stand out. Whether his cousin's thoughts could remain consistent at that time was hard to say.

The next things were simple; the brothers kept silent.

They didn't express any opinion on Zhong Ye's arrangements, nor did they have any over-the-top reactions, as if they hadn't noticed the trickery, doing whatever they were supposed to do.

His cousin had a group of loyal brothers to help, and quickly brought the society industries allocated by Zhong Ye under his control with powerful means.

Those who didn't listen were beaten until they did; there weren't many tough bones among Hong Yi's Four-Nines!

On the contrary, Huang Wengang showed enough combat power, and Hong Yi's Four-Nines took the initiative to defect.

Bullying the weak and fearing the strong was the nature of bottom-tier hoodlums!

Wu Feng was also very smooth. As the only Straw Sandal of the society, naturally, there were Four-Nines who took the initiative to defect.

Similarly, as long as he showed combat power beyond ordinary people, things went quite smoothly.

Bending steel pipes with force, shattering beer bottles with one palm—for him, these were just basic operations!

Originally, he had planned to perform a set of fancy nunchuck moves, but he didn't get to use them, which was a pity.

Unlike his cousin who firmly grasped financial power and guarding rights, Wu Feng gave the Four-Nines who took the initiative to defect enough trust, sharing a few venues with them, and even giving them part of the financial power.

Especially the horse stalls and floor phoenixes; he didn't want to interfere too much!

But he said the ugly words first: "It's normal for the amount of the monthly cut to fluctuate, but don't take me for a fool. Once I find out, I'll deal with you according to the gang rules!"

"I'm not familiar with you guys, so don't expect me to show any mercy. You guys handle it yourselves!"

Regardless of whether those few Four-Nines who took the initiative to defect were really terrified and listened, or were just putting on a show, Wu Feng didn't care much; he would talk with the accounts when the time came.

The brothers' powerful means didn't cause much of a stir within the society.

In fact, Hong Yi really needed big shots who could fight to stabilize the situation and lead the Four-Nines to deal with the pressure brought by other societies. Interests move people, after all.

Zhong Ye sat firmly on the Diaoyutai, holding the forty most elite fighters of Hong Yi. He was confident that even if Huang Wengang and Wu Feng, the two big shots of the society, were dishonest, he could forcibly suppress them.

Time flew to late May. On this day, Spokesperson Zhong Ye's mood was very unstable.

It wasn't time to hand in the numbers yet, but he suddenly called Huang Wengang, the Red Pole, Wu Feng, the Straw Sandal, and the veteran Four-Nines who held venues in the society to the branch for a meeting.

The meeting hall on the third floor of the mahjong parlor was filled with smoke, and the atmosphere was quite oppressive and heavy.

When Wu Feng entered with a few Four-Nines, what he saw was Zhong Ye's ugly face.

"Everyone is here!"

After Wu Feng took his seat, Zhong Ye said slowly, "Calling you all here today is to announce one thing. I intend to retire and go to Australia for retirement, and the society will be handed over to Gangzai to control!"

As soon as this was said, it caused an uproar, and all the society backbone members present showed astonishment.

Even Huang Wengang and Wu Feng had the same expression. They had practiced this many times in private, at least they couldn't drop the chain at such a critical moment, but in their hearts, they greatly admired Wo Shing's efficiency.

"Zhong Ye, you can't! You are not even sixty, and your body is quite healthy. At least you can lead the society for another ten years. Retiring so early is like slapping us in the face!"

"No need to say more, I have made up my mind!"

Zhong Ye scolded sharply, "But this time I leave, I will take all the funds in the society's account!"

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 8 =====