Hong Kong Storm: The King of Jobs

Chapter 475, Section 56: Admission Fee
What Da Dong Jiu didn't understand, Chi Meng Li understood completely.

As I said before, the Dragon Palace Nightclub is such a treasure trove that even a single person can't possibly take it all.

Even Sun Kee, Wo Luen Shing, and the Numbers Gang are no exception.

The same-character Russian girl, Lao Fu's foreign girl, the Portuguese girl, the singer from the East Union Society, Yi Qun's little pills, and the big spender from Lian Sheng, the madam from Xin Ji, and the big boat from the number gang—all are indispensable.

Eating alone can cause indigestion!
The muscles have been fully displayed. Old Fu broke two red sticks in one night, and the leaders present have all heard the news. Since they can't beat him, they should start talking about cooperation.

The four-eyed dragon from Xinji didn't come; instead, his younger brother, Bo Lao, did. He drank most of a bottle of Mouton Rothschild's finest wine from that year, which cost three thousand dollars a bottle.

The female host from TVB's children's channel sitting next to him was wearing a Japanese-style outfit, and her little hands were very restless, making Bo Lao's heart flutter.

The style that Handsome Sheng came up with is pretty good; men all like this style. Men are boys until they die; no matter when, they always like the look of an eighteen-year-old.

"Brother Sheng! Your red wine is quite good. All the turmoil outside is over now, and we should get down to business."

"Otherwise, all the uncles are too drunk to talk about anything serious!"

Bo Lao was unhappy being with a group of senior old men. As a prince, Bo Lao looked down on these old fogies.

Of course, Bo Lao looked down on these old fogies not because of their status. Whether it was Heji, Tong, or Fu, the old guys who could become bosses were not peasants; most of them had wealthy ancestors.

If we're going by who came from the bottom, it's not certain who's a peasant!

Bo Lao didn't want to deal with these old fish because they were too cunning and scheming, and if you weren't careful, you'd get tricked.

"Apo is right, the matter has been settled. Ladies, please step out for a moment and come back in after we idiots have finished talking!"

Shenxian Jin patted his female companion's buttocks, then pulled out two large gold bull bills from his pocket and stuffed them into the surging waves confined by the bikini.

Once they became the bosses, none of them lacked money. Seeing that Shenxian Jin had given them a tip, none of them were willing to be outdone. They took out a few large gold bull bills that they had already prepared in their pockets, took a little advantage of the situation, and then sent these minor celebrities and hosts away.

The rules in Hong Kong are simple: money talks! If you have cash, you're the boss!

All the bystanders had left. Shenxian Jin coughed and, seeing that Liangzai Sheng wasn't going to let Bocai Dong leave and wanted his protégé to broaden his horizons, said, "Gentlemen, we've seen the real fight."

"I'm sorry, Brother Bai Mei, our water room team was just a step ahead this time. Please excuse our poor skills."

"I, the old man, can still make decisions. The Duke's Box is yours, Old Fu. As for how much the hostesses and dancers in this box earn, Old Fu will take a 10% cut."

He immediately offered a Duke's private room, showing his generosity. After speaking, he stared at Bai Mei, wanting to see Lao Fu's response.

“The Hongmen has always been one family. We are all Hongmen disciples. Don’t take the little squabbles of the brothers below to heart. Ah Sheng, just treat this recent unpleasantness as chalk marks and erase it.”

White Eyebrows was quite a character. He considered hundreds of his cronies as nothing more than small-time squabbling, directly selling out his idiot followers to gain profits for the gang leader.

Sitting to the side, Da Dong Jiu and Bo Cai Dong looked extremely grim, because they only now realized that in Grandpa's eyes, they weren't even considered artillery emplacements, but merely cannon fodder.

They're absolutely disgusting!

The martial arts world has always been like this, it's just that the newcomers, having read too many Jin Yong novels, actually believe in the nonsense about the great heroes serving the country and the people.

Selling one's life as a lackey to make money for oneself—this kind of thing happens every day.

Chi Mengli smiled, picked up a clean wine glass, poured more than half a glass of red wine into it, and made his attitude clear: "The younger brother below went too far. Uncle Bai Mei, please forgive his petty mistake. Consider this apologetic from me, Shengzai."

After downing a large glass of red wine, Chi Mengli let out a burp, then took out an envelope, placed it on the coffee table, and continued, "Ignorance is no excuse. This is a reward for the brothers' hard work, Uncle Bai Mei, please accept it!"

Bai Mei picked up the envelope on the table and found a HSBC bank draft for 100,000 yuan inside. The amount was a bit small, but the attitude was very proper, and everything was in accordance with the rules of tea ceremony. He put the check away and nodded in satisfaction.

It's only natural that Lao Fu took the lead this time and got a duke-level private room.

The scholar-ghost, the head of the East Union Society, with a cigar in his hand, deliberately coughed. Seeing that everyone's attention had turned to him, he smiled and said, "Brothers who have survived all tribulations are still brothers. A smile can make all grudges disappear when we meet again."

"If word gets out of the martial arts world tonight, it will become a legendary tale!"

"The Duke's Box belongs to Lao Fu, and we have no complaints about that. It's perfectly fair!"

"Now, singers are performing in Chinatown and Shanghai City, and people in Japan, Los Angeles, and Las Vegas also like this style!"

“Right now, Ah Jiu has a lot of singer contracts, it’s a lucrative business, and the singers love it too. Nobody goes against money, Brother Jin, don’t you think?”

"Of course!" Seeing that the scholar ghost from the East Union Society was so cooperative, Shenxian Jin happily replied, but the Dragon Palace Nightclub was ultimately a branch of the Yau Ma Tei branch. He could control the benefits when he was setting tea and negotiating, but not now.

He looked at the handsome young man Sheng, who had already sat down, and nodded to him.

Having received a signal from Shenxian Jin, Chi Mengli smiled and turned to Shusheng Gui: "Uncle Gui, you are truly an old master, a real expert and veteran player."

“A nightclub can’t function without singers. I heard that Ninth Brother has a good relationship with Brother Luo Wen and Brother Xu Er. One phone call is enough to get Brother Xu Er to come and oversee things.”

"I'll leave the stage to the East Union Society. The performance fee is five thousand yuan per night. As far as I know, even Sister Feng in Shanghai doesn't get five thousand yuan."

"The flower baskets are split 50/50, and the tips from the private rooms are split 20/10/70. Dragon Palace Nightclub takes 20%, the patrons take 10%, and East Union takes 70%."

"Two baron boxes and eight booths, all to be handled by the East Union Society. One large boat. The underworld has its rules, and so does the entertainment industry. If the boxes and booths are not full, the East Union Society must fill them."

The rules must be clearly explained; you can't play the "you know what I mean" game.

Because these old suckers will definitely pretend to be ignorant in order to gain an advantage!
We still need to make the unpleasant things clear, lest these old devils take advantage of us!

After finishing speaking, Chi Mengli picked up the cigarette case and lit a Double Happiness cigarette for herself.

"Of course, a boxing match this exciting wouldn't be complete without a gambling addict!"

"Two private rooms and eight booths are no big deal. Our bosses at Donglian are very supportive!"

Behind every big gang leader is a boss and a big fisherman. Without bosses and big fishermen, the fees alone wouldn't be enough to support so many gangsters.

Two baron-style private rooms and eight booths. The gang will definitely take the lion's share; only what's left over will be given to the branches below.

The handsome guy was much more generous than he had expected; he wasn't a stingy person. The scholar was very satisfied.

The stage, the baron's box, the booths—the East Union Society got what they wanted and continued watching the play.

But Chi Mengli didn't give the Donglian Society a chance to watch the show; every gain comes with a price.

The East Union wanted to take advantage for free, but that wouldn't do. He continued, "Uncle Gui, now that you've given up your source of income, you have to ask for some money and contribute something. Otherwise, I won't be able to explain it to the boss!"

Seeing that he couldn't get away with it, the scholar-ghost pretended to have forgotten, slapping his thigh and saying, "My brain is getting senile, I've forgotten something important."

“Now that the big boat is coming in, a deposit is definitely required. Someone will bring a million in cash tomorrow as the deposit. We definitely won’t make things difficult for you two, Jin Ge and A Sheng.”

“Since you’re going to make a living in the boss’s place, you have to learn to be humble and obedient. I heard that Young Master Wang is going to develop Yau Ma Tei and is taking over the buildings in Chung Fong Street. He’s having some troubles and can’t handle a few holdout households. I’ll take care of it!”

These holdout households were originally members of the Donglian Society, pawns of the scholar-ghost, with the aim of getting Handsome Sheng to come and submit.

"Today is a joyous day, the boss's business is opening, and our Donglian Society is going to participate. We certainly can't leave without showing our support!"

The scholar ghost gave Da Dong Jiu a look, signaling the silent Da Dong Jiu to take out the prepared gift.

Having received Lao Ding's order, Da Dong Jiu, despite his dissatisfaction, took out a brown paper bag and prepared to hand it to Liang Zai Sheng.

Seeing that Da Dong Jiu was about to make a move, Spinach Dong immediately stood up and blocked Da Dong Jiu's way. Da Dong Jiu, who was already dissatisfied, slapped the brown paper bag onto Spinach Dong's chest.

Spinach Dong took the brown paper bag and found it to be very heavy. When he opened it, he found it was full of cash, all in large denominations. This bag must contain at least seven or eight hundred thousand.

"This is 880,000. It's my gift to the boss. I know the rules. If the boss is happy, we gangsters are happy!"

The scholar-ghost picked up his wine glass and looked at the handsome Sheng.

The admission fee was good, Chi Mengli was very satisfied, and immediately picked up her wine glass and tapped it against the bottom of the scholar ghost's glass.

The person who came from the Number Gang was Ninth Sister. She had long disliked Handsome Winner, but before she arrived, the Prince had given her a strict order: he must get at least three large boats for the Number Gang and also open a betting market in Macau.

Both the prince and his father hope that the filial piety pagoda will continue to flourish, so the large boat and the betting platform must be acquired.

However, seeing the handsome Sheng looking so smug, Ninth Sister was very unhappy, so she said sarcastically, "Brother Sheng, you are really awesome today, I admire you!"

"You've defeated two Red Sticks in a row, that's truly impressive! I'll toast you!"

(End of this chapter)