What do you mean by quitting the business? I'm not a big shot.

Chapter 602 Ringing the Bell
In Tsim Sha Tsui, at the Lok Fu Casino, Old Mo, wearing a blue shirt and a gold medal around his neck, was playing mahjong while watching the news on TV. He looked annoyed, slammed down a tile, and said, "Pegasus went public and they didn't even ask me to come and take pictures. Does Ah Tang think we're embarrassing?"

Street vendor Yong, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, stared at the television screen and said sarcastically, "Look at Shen Xian Tang, dressed so smartly in a suit and tie, surrounded by investment bank representatives and chamber of commerce bosses. And look at yourself, a gold Rolex and gold chain, a complete country bumpkin."

"I wouldn't ask you to ring the bell either."

Old Mo snorted coldly, lowered his head to arrange the cards, and mocked, "You dress up so smartly every day, you've almost forgotten that you started out as a street urchin."

Sha Tou Zai threw down Zhang Er Tong, his eyes wary: "Shut up, Old Mo Ge, if someone hears, you'll get into trouble."

Old Mo shook his head: "If you want to kill someone for a few complaints, do you think you can kill them all? It's okay if you don't call us, but Guangzai and Grandpa are major shareholders. They don't even have the right to take a picture when the company goes public?"

When Guangzai saw Lao Mo glancing at him, his face went blank, and he explained, "I sold all my shares to Grandpa. Maybe Grandpa isn't in good health and doesn't want to go."

Street Market Yong rolled his eyes and muttered, "Guangzai, are you crazy? The listing clearly states that Pegasus is wholly owned by Shenxiantang."

"Your shares have all been given to Ah Tang by Grandpa."

The fact that Grandpa handed over 40% of the shares to Ah Tang before the IPO was no secret from the triad. Old Mo just wanted to sound out Guangzai's opinion, so he specially arranged a card game.

Guangzai continued to rummage through his cards, his expression unchanged: "Grandpa can give the shares he bought to whomever he wants. In short, I take the money and deliver the goods, it's very fair."

Street vendor Yong didn't believe it and tried to seduce him: "Pegasus has already gone up by 50 cents in just half an hour since it went public. The total issuance is 90 million shares, and the issue price is five dollars per share. It looks like it will rise by at least half before the market closes. If you sell 10% of your shares, will you get a hundred million?"

Old Mo sneered, "Grandpa's just using company money to pay for Shen Xian Tang's business. It's a zero-sum game; I have to pay the gang's bills, and it all goes into Shen Xian Tang's pocket. Although we all agree that Ah Tang should manage the gang, what kind of gang leader is he if he doesn't lead the gang's development and doesn't support the brothers?"

"In the past few years, he has been running for president of the Chaozhou Chamber of Commerce and serving as a member of the preparatory committee. Does Ah Tang count as a member of the triad?"

Old Mo convinced himself to acknowledge God-like Tang as the boss because he hoped to get a share of the profits once the gang grew bigger. If someone could manage the big picture, even if the position remained the same, the money in hand would be more.

But Shenxiantang's status is increasingly detached from the martial world, and she is already climbing towards the heavens.

Although he could protect his gang members and keep them safe, the sense of alienation from the underworld became increasingly apparent. Fat Cat's blatant favoritism further displeased Old Mo, while Street Market Brave and Kwong Jai, who were naturally aligned with him, felt a growing unease.

The three gradually formed a close partnership, creating an independent faction that clearly separated from Shen Xiantang's subordinates.

Although the position of "Wan Chai leader" in Sha Tau Tsai was bestowed by the deity Tang, he was a protégé of Fat Cat and was closer to Old Mo and Market Yong. Recently, he had been frequently courted by these people, and after listening to their speeches, his face revealed a thoughtful expression.

In reality, they just wanted Shen Xian Tang to become the spokesperson for the gang's interests, so that they could continue to hide under the gang's name and share the profits.

Shen Xian Tang, however, seemed to have completely disregarded them, relentlessly pursuing her own interests. The group felt utterly left behind by the times and marginalized by the organization.

Faced with Old Mo's somewhat excessive question, Guangzai pondered for a moment and gave a vague answer: "Being involved in a gang and holding a social position are not mutually exclusive. If there's anything you don't like, talk to Grandpa privately. Shenxian Tang will give Grandpa face." Old Mo coldly replied: "He's giving Grandpa face, huh? I'll just hide behind Grandpa and live my life. As long as it lasts, I'll live it out."

Street Market Yong looked embarrassed and said while playing cards, "Old Mo, what you said was too harsh. It's normal that we don't have any shares, so we can't participate in the bell-ringing ceremony."

"Didn't Ah Tang send us invitations to a celebratory banquet? We'll have a big meal together at the Regent Hotel tonight."

Old Mo threw down a card, slammed his fist on the table, and yelled, "Pfft, abalone, lobster, can't I afford that? We're playing all night, whoever wants to stand in the corner, go ahead!"

The remaining three remained silent, heads down, playing cards. The sun outside the window gradually slanted westward. The afterglow of the setting sun shone into the card room, where the four men sat motionless amidst the swirling smoke.

Inside the Regent Hotel, holding a wine glass in his left hand, he walked up to the big boss and whispered, "Brother Tang, the guests have almost all arrived, let's begin the meal."

Yin Zhaotang nodded slightly, his gaze falling on an empty table, and asked, "Old Mo and the others didn't come?"

The person on the left, who was in charge of greeting guests, replied, "I called and they all said they were busy with business and didn't have time."

"Fine, if they don't give us face, then don't invite them to any future business activities." Yin Zhaotang sneered, but didn't pursue the matter further.

If you don't want to go with him, he won't force you, but if you fall behind, don't blame him.

After taking the microphone from the hostess, he walked up to the stage and said in a cheerful tone, "Thank you all for attending the Pegasus Sneakers listing banquet."

"I have some good news to share. Before the market closed this afternoon, 0172 Pegasus Sneakers had risen to HK$10.12, more than doubling, and its total market value reached HK$1 billion."

Those attending the banquet were all shareholders of Pegasus, and naturally, they were very interested in the stock price on the first day of its IPO. Everyone was all smiles, clapping and cheering, and the banquet hall was filled with applause.

After enjoying his achievement for a moment, Yin Zhaotang raised his hands to suppress his applause and said sincerely, "However, Pegasus is determined to become a high-value enterprise. This year, we will build a new factory in the mainland and expand our business to Japan, South Korea, Malaysia, Singapore and other places."

"As the company's president, I am very honored to have received your favor. I sincerely thank you all and wish to grow together with the company."

The guests applauded again, the crisp applause like waves. Among those present were Zheng Jiachun, the eldest son of the Zheng Yutong family; Wu Guangzheng, the son-in-law of Bao Yugang; Huo Zhengting; He Chaoqiong; and others.

Capital ultimately needs to be transferred through people as intermediaries. After Li Ka-shing used a large rights issue to absorb billions of dollars in funds, the money in the market became very limited.

Huo Zhengting traveled extensively, but the money he found came from familiar faces. There was Aoyu, the Huo family, and the Zheng family, but the fact that Feima could double its value on its first day of trading after the stock market crash is enough to prove its potential. As long as the company develops steadily, doubling its value again within a year is absolutely no problem.

After finishing work, Ren Darong drove to the hotel, took two bodyguards, took the elevator upstairs, and entered a private room.

(End of this chapter)