Hong Kong Storm: The King of Jobs

Chapter 486, Section 67: Everyone is a double agent
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The mud snails and saliva-covered gulls walked to the roadside, preparing to drive away.

"Wait a bit!"

Mud Snail and Saliva Kun turned around and looked towards the source of the voice. A parking attendant wearing a baseball cap came out from the stairwell, quickly approached the two men, and politely said, "Bosses, congratulations on your fortune."

"She has to go to the parking meter twice an hour. The parking attendant has it tough too; she earns her money through hard work. Please bear with her, bosses!"

Kou Shui Kun sneered, looked around but didn't see a parking spot, then looked up at the sky and saw that the sun was still out. He said rudely, "What the hell! In broad daylight, the meter isn't moving. Your cousin is at home drying her abalone. Do you really think we're greenhorns?"

"I work in the water room. If you're being polite, you can call me Brother Kun, or if you don't feel so, you can call me Brother Saliva."

"Get out of our way and don't get in our way!"

The parking attendant stood still, his face still bearing a fawning smile, but his words had become firmer: "Saliva Bro, you're really joking."

"Everyone knows that Stanley Street in Central is Sun Kee's territory. Shui Fong wants to set up a big show, and I, as a parking attendant, can't stop them. But for a couple hundred dollars, there's no need to make such a big fuss."

"But we're all brothers in the underworld, so I can't be completely disrespectful. Here's a hundred dollars, consider it a token of friendship. I'm Firebird. If you ever run into trouble in Central, you can come to me."

"Although I can't solve the problem, I can still give you some advice, Mr. Saliva."

“Central is Hong Kong, and the rules are different from those in Kowloon. There are fewer parking meters, and the parking is 24 hours a day. You two gentlemen, the reason you were able to park here is because I moved my car when I saw you two coming.”

“Otherwise, even if you two big shots drive around Central for a year, you still won’t find a parking space. All 75 parking meters on Stanley Street in Central are under the protection of Sun Kee.”

"The parking meters in Hong Kong are twice as expensive as those in Kowloon Island. It costs fifteen dollars for half an hour, but I'll bear with it! I'm only asking you two big shots for a hundred dollars because we're all brothers in the underworld, and I'm giving you a loss-making price."

Looking at Firebird's smiling face, Kou Shui Kun really wanted to punch him. Mud Snail, who was standing to the side, didn't say anything, but he couldn't stand it anymore either. He took out a hundred yuan from his pocket and threw it to Firebird. The big boss was still waiting at the entrance of Lu Yu Tea House.

Having paid the money, Kou Shui Kun couldn't say anything sarcastic. He took out his car keys, opened the car door, got in, started the car, and drove towards Lu Yu Tea House.

Turkey, adhering to the principle of service first, waved goodbye to the departing Kou Shui Kun and Mud Snail.

"Damn! Hong Kong people have so many rules. It costs a hundred dollars to park on the meter for just one hour. If I keep messing around like this, I won't even be able to afford the meter anymore!"

Kou Shui Kun muttered curses and banged on the car horn, venting his anger.

After spending three hundred yuan, Mud Snail only had a dozen or so Queen's Heads left in his pocket, not even enough for a minibus fare, so he had to take the subway and then walk a bit.

"Brother Mud Snail, you're like a gourd with its mouth sawed off, you never say anything even if you have something to say."

"Being your brother is the worst thing that ever happened to me. I thought you would rise to the top and live a life of ease, but I never expected that Brother Mud Snail wouldn't even be able to get a car."

"Here you go, you treat me to dinner, and I'll treat you to a night of fun!"

Kou Shui Kun had no idea how much money his good brother had. He looked ahead, bent down, reached his fingers into his sock, pulled out a small wad of banknotes, and threw it into Ni Luo's hand.

Kou Shui Kun not only has bad breath, but also Hong Kong-style feet. Mud Snail disdainfully unfolded it with her fingers and found it was a large golden bull.

"A poor family needs to be rich on the road. You need to have some money in your pocket for your coffin. If your boss wants to take care of you and the big shots want to suppress you, you'll suffer later."

“Didn’t you say that Huanxi would look for you, but you don’t have a car, which already lowers your value? If you don’t take a taxi and instead take a minibus, Huanxi will be even less likely to take you seriously?”

"You are the leader, the future is the foundation, you can't lose your status!"

"You've lost face, and we brothers will lose face too!"

"If I keep this money, it'll just benefit the gambling dens sooner or later. I'd rather you use it to support them!"

As soon as Kou Shui Kun turned the steering wheel, he saw the large signboard of Lu Yu Tea House. Hei A Hu was standing under the signboard smoking and said, "Don't let the big boss see this, put it away quickly."

Mud Snail is currently experiencing complex emotions. One is being moved. If a gangster wants to rise to the top, he needs his brothers to work together. You don't need many people; just three or five close friends will give you a chance to stand out and make a fortune.

Another reason is dislike, because after being immersed in the saliva of Hong Kong, this big golden bull has a taste of the sea, which directly cured my old rhinitis.

"A golden bull? Ah Kun, you're a real hidden talent! You actually managed to get your hands on a golden bull card. You've really impressed me!"

Mud Snail stuffed the banknotes into his pocket, so that the big boss, Black Tiger, wouldn't see them.

When the red light came on, Kou Shui Kun stopped the car, took out a cigarette, tucked it behind his ear, and muttered, "The day you guys planted your flag, Dragon Palace Nightclub was short-staffed, so I was transferred to be a waiter."

"Brother Dong arranged for me to serve the boss in Young Master Wang's private room. Young Master Wang was in a good mood and rewarded me with a big gold bull. I was thinking of playing a few rounds, but I've been busy with work and haven't had the chance, so you got the benefit."

Mud Snail nodded to indicate that he understood. He hesitated for a moment before saying, "I won't thank you enough. After this is all settled, Ah Kun, you can come and help me as the big boatman. I guarantee you'll have unlimited potential."

"Holy crap! A big boat? I'm going to be the King of Boats!"

"Stop your nonsense!"

The traffic light turned green, and Kou Shui Kun stepped on the gas, driving straight up to Hei A Hu.

Mud Snail patted Saliva Kun on the shoulder, got out of the car, and walked in front of Black Tiger.

"Is something the matter?"

Black Tiger was carrying a money box, thinking he should hurry back to his own territory and deposit the banknotes in the safe, but when he saw Toastmaster looking like he had excrement on his face, he asked him a question.

"Boss, I need some money right now. My girlfriend is in the hospital again, and I can't get tickets for public hospitals. It costs 3,000 yuan to hire a scalper. I'd like to borrow some money to tide me over!"

My sister needs to be hospitalized again. It happened so suddenly that she couldn't get a spot in line. She had to find a scalper at the water station. If she was willing to wait in line, she could get a spot in three days for only 500 yuan.

But if I need to be admitted to the hospital immediately, it will cost two thousand yuan.

Three days?! The girl couldn't even hold on for a day, so she had to borrow money from the loan sharks. The mud snail had no other choice but to go to the big boss she had been begging for some cash to get by.

"Mud Snail, I pay you a lot every month, yet you haven't even scraped together a few thousand dollars. If outsiders knew, they would think that I, the big boss, am stingy and have lost out on my own leader!"

Black Tiger doesn't consider himself a stingy person. He's very generous, giving Mud Snail several thousand dollars a month and entrusting him with managing two horse pens. He doesn't shortchange Mud Snail on his monthly water pumping. But this good-for-nothing is getting more and more shabby in his clothes.

He has no car, no house, and he's always acting like a debt collector. It's disgusting.

But since Toastmasters had spoken, Black Tiger couldn't refuse. He reached into his pocket, pulled out a stack of gold bulls, counted out five, slapped them on Mud Snail's chest, and said rudely, "Boss, take this! It's what I, Tiger, owe you."

When Mud Snail saw Black Tiger take out five thousand dollars, a smile immediately appeared on his face, but when he heard what Black Tiger said next, his expression gradually darkened.

"But even brothers should keep clear accounts. I'll cover half of this five thousand yuan, and you'll cover the other half. We'll pay it back slowly. If we can't pay it back, then forget it. But it has to be recorded in the account, otherwise the brothers will definitely be unhappy!"

Hei Ahu didn't intend to pay this money himself; instead, he planned to split it equally between the two families and include it in their accounts.

"Alright! Get in the car. The boss has once again provided another way to make money."

Black Tiger, riding high on his success, didn't notice the ugly expression on his trusted lieutenant's face, and instead happily recounted how he had found another way to make money.

"Boss, Huanxi called me and said he wants to transfer Ying Weikun's underground betting station to me. Ah Kun will take you back."

Having money is better than having none, so Mud Snail forced a smile, told Black Tiger a few words, and then opened the car door to let Black Tiger get in.

Black Tiger got into the back seat, rolled down the window, and said to Mud Snail standing by the roadside, "This is the underground betting station. The business of the branch is in the back. You can take a look."

"The odds betting business is a business with a fixed number of members. Even Brother Sheng can't make the final decision, but Brother Sheng still cares about the hardships his brothers have endured, so he left them 30% of the commission."

“I know you have difficulties at home, so I’ll keep half of it for you. The remaining 25% will go into your account. As for the two million deposit, I’ve already talked to Guili Zhang for you. I’ll act as guarantor, and you’ll get two percent interest, which you can repay on time.”

After finishing his sentence, Hei Ahu didn't give Ni Luo a chance to refuse. He then told Kou Shui Kun to drive back to Tuo Di.

Mud Snail stared blankly as Black Tiger's Mercedes-Benz drove away, a bitter taste in his mouth. After a long silence, he finally cursed, "Fuck your mother!"

Sitting in the back seat, Black Tiger paid no heed to his leader's grievances. His martial arts skills hadn't deteriorated; he practiced for an hour every day, rain or shine.

If he were to encounter Big Mouth Duck again now, he would make sure Big Mouth Duck couldn't finish it and had to take the money with it.

Kou Shui Kun glanced at the rearview mirror and saw that Hei A Hu was in a good mood, so he immediately started to flatter him: "Boss, you look radiant and are very lucky."

"One joyous event after another, it's unstoppable!"

Black Tiger took out a cigarette, put one in his mouth, and replied smugly, "Ah Kun, your saliva stinks, but your mouth is sweet. You're right, you scoundrel."

"The boss just revealed a way to make money, and from now on, all the brothers can get rich."

"By the way! What's Mud Snail up to lately? He's always short of money. Ah Kun, you're close to him, so you must know something. Tell me about it."

Kou Shui Kun, who was waiting for Hei A Hu to speak, revealed a sinister smile, but quickly regained his composure. After thinking for a moment, he said seriously, "Mud Snail has a lot of sick people at home, so of course he's short on money."

"Boss, Brother Mud Snail is short on cash and keeps complaining about how low his salary is and how he wants a raise. If he continues to earn this little every month, he might have to switch jobs!"

Lies are easily exposed; only when truth is mixed with lies can it deceive people.

It's true that the mud snails are short of money, it's true that they want to make more money, but the claim of switching to another channel is a lie.

There's no such thing as a "49" (a derogatory term for a member of a triad society) switching sides. Even if a triad is willing to take you in, it depends on your value. Every "49" who can switch sides has their own unique way of making money.

Everything Mud Snail possessed was given to him by Black Tiger; he couldn't cause any trouble, so no one paid any attention to him.

But the speaker meant it, and the listener meant it too. Hei A Hu's face immediately darkened, as he took Kou Shui Kun's words to heart.

While driving, Kou Shui Kun noticed Hei A Hu's unpleasant expression in his rearview mirror. He didn't add any more embellishments and instead turned on the radio.

"Situ's brilliant plan surpasses all others, and the affection between father and daughter is as deep as the sea."

"She feigns dressing up to curry favor, but secretly locks away the beauty of spring within the palace gates."

"A clever scheme lies hidden by the Phoenix Pavilion, designed to sow discord between father and son."

Wang Situ is tall! Lü Wenhou is tough! Diao Chan is both tall and tough!

Standing by the roadside, Mud Snail was stunned for a long time, unable to understand what the big boss meant by what he said!
The big shot took the benefits, but he carried the burden of two million, and he still had to pay back the difference with his own commission.

Two million? Even if I sold my whole family, I couldn't raise that amount. If it were three years ago, I might have agreed because of my loyalty and righteousness.

But Mud Snail has been in the business for three years and knows what the underworld is like. He has long since given up on any illusions. If he were to foolishly sign the papers, the bones of his entire family would have to be used to pay off loan sharks.

Thinking of this, Mud Snail was already furious. Following the wrong sect leader would have endless consequences, but he didn't expect that while the sect leader was basking in glory, his own future was in jeopardy.

But he could only keep these words to himself and couldn't say them out loud. He casually flagged down a taxi and asked it to take him to Hung Hom.

Huanxi now has his own company, located next to his good friend Boogie's Angel Management Company. The company mainly deals in betting, including AKB company betting, Macau dog racing, horse racing, Hong Kong horse racing, and dog racing betting.

Currently, betting at the Hong Kong Jockey Club and Macau Entertainment Company has high barriers to entry, requiring proof of assets and opening an account. The minimum deposit for opening an account is one large bull card.

High account opening threshold is actually a good thing. After all, the people of Guangdong are hot-tempered and everyone is a gambling addict. The Shanghainese and their compatriots follow suit, either playing the stock market or going to casinos.

It's worth noting that the Hong Kong Jockey Club in Shanghai back then was much larger than the Hong Kong Jockey Club is now, since the major shareholders of the Hong Kong Jockey Club were also directors of the Shanghai Jockey Club.

They were all taught by the same master, so there's no way to counter their moves!

The Jockey Club's idea was somewhat wishful thinking. What was a high barrier to entry for ordinary citizens of Hong Kong was no problem at all for gangsters.

Even in the 1950s, the Chaozhou gang, who ran a flower stall with the character "福" (Fu, meaning good fortune), came up with some new tricks. They rented stalls next to church schools and private schools, set up horse racing clubs, and even came up with many other new ideas.

These Chaozhou people, unlike the Jockey Club, don't place full bets. Instead, they operate on a cash-based system, buying half or even a quarter of a bet.

This horse club was simply furnished, with only a dozen bamboo chairs, a radio, and a telephone.

The Chaozhou gang, whose members are known for their "Fu" character, do not engage in underground lotteries. Instead, they operate honestly and only earn a 12% commission.

You place a bet, I earn 12%; you claim your prize, I continue to earn 12%. I'm honest and fair.

With their combined strengths of "Fu" (福, meaning fortune) and "Chaozhou Gang" (潮州帮, a group of people from Chaozhou), they became the two most prosperous groups in Hong Kong in the 1950s. Even Hutchison Whampoa had to bow down and could only hold on to its au siu ointment shop and survive at the docks.

But Hutchison reacted quickly. If the Teochew gang can do it, so can we. It's just a matter of registering a company and paying a deposit. Hutchison also has money. With 36 characters starting with "Fu", every company has opened a betting company.

However, these betting companies are usually located in Sheung Wan and Central, because the wealthy people in Hong Kong live in Sheung Wan and Central, and it's not worth it to make money off poor people.

These rich kids earn more pocket money every day than the poor kids do. Huanxi is probably the first among them, the young rascal who opened a betting company in Hung Hom.

Based on the address, Mud Snail found Huanxi's betting company. Actually, the place wasn't hard to find; it was the company that accompanied Black Tiger to Nosebleed Strong to discuss some business.

After all, there are quite a few beautiful women in Malan. It might be a bit difficult for them to become big stars, but it's quite possible for them to become minor supporting characters.

The reason these pretty girls go to Malan is because they've been cheated by young men and are burdened with countless debts. They become Malan girls to exchange money, and even if they turn abalone into dried abalone, they still can't get enough.

Becoming a minor celebrity would make money faster. If you get Nose-Boo Qiang to arrange more advertisements, you might even meet a rich guy who's looking for a lover and spend a large sum to buy her out, thus making a profit.

The saying that gangsters do things with utter depravity is never an exaggeration!

The mud snail found Huanxi's company, and seeing that the door was open, it swaggered in.

"Sir, who are you looking for?"

When the receptionist saw Niluo walk in, she immediately stood up, put on a professional smile, and asked Niluo the purpose of her visit.

"I made an appointment with Huanxi to come and see him!"

Mud Snail took out a cigarette case, picked out a cigarette, put it in his mouth, and lit it with a disposable lighter from the front desk.

"You must be Brother Mud Snail. Brother Huanxi has already given instructions. However, Brother Huanxi is chatting with a client right now. The meeting room is ready. Please come this way."

"Hey Mud Snail Bro, would you like coffee or lemonade?"

The receptionist led the way, guiding the mud snails to the meeting room, which was actually just a small room partitioned off by two plasterboards.

After settling the mud snails in, the receptionist asked the young thug in front of her what he would like to drink.

"Lemonade will do!"

"Thank you!"

Mud Snail crossed his legs and ordered a glass of lemonade.

The receptionist nodded, quickly went out, brought over a pot of lemonade, placed it in front of the mud snail, closed the door, and left.

Mud Snail poured himself a glass of lemon water to moisten his throat, then looked around the reception room.

It was clear that Huanxi was excited. The reception room was not large, only ten square meters, but the leather sofa, Persian carpet, and uniquely designed ornaments all spoke of a considerable price.

They're all 49ers, but Huanxi has already upgraded his equipment, while he's still stuck in the mud. He feels a little resentful.

"Mud snail, long time no see!"

After waiting for about five minutes, Huanxi, who had finished talking with the others, finally appeared in front of Niluo. He was carrying a brown paper document bag, sat down opposite Niluo, and greeted him.

He first put down the file bag, and after obtaining Mud Snail's consent, he picked up the cigarette case, put a cigarette in his mouth, and lit it with the lighter on the coffee table.

"The foreigners' Burley tobacco is just pungent! Now I understand why Lao Ding likes Double Happiness tobacco. The flue-cured tobacco from Nanyang Tobacco Factory has a mellow taste and is inexpensive."

"Sometimes, it's not that expensive things are necessarily good."

"The bastards from Xinji are here, wanting to open an account with the company. We talked for two hours before we finally settled things. Brother Mud Snail, we're all brothers, you won't blame me for neglecting you, will you?"

After smoking around for a while, he tried everything – Camel cigarettes, Red Marlboro, even Cuban cigars – and finally found that Red Double Happiness really suited his taste.

"Brother Huanxi, you are truly wise; you even find philosophy in smoking."

"Incredible! Incredible!"

Mud Snail flicked some ash into the ashtray and made a sarcastic remark to Huanxi.

"You're so hot-tempered! There's a company called 'Booboo' right next door. How about we find you a big star to calm you down?"

"However, I have two things that can also help you cool down."

Huanxi noticed that Niluo was in a bad mood, but he didn't care. Dong Ge had already instructed them to try to win over the thugs on Hei Ahu's side, but not to confide in them.

Sister Xiren just called, asking me to figure out how to deal with the mud snails.

Dong Ge has a sharp tongue but a soft heart; a couple of slaps and a few curses are all it takes to end it.

But Sister Xiren is no pushover; she's a true江湖人 (jianghu person, a person of the martial arts world), clearly here to be the eldest sister-in-law. Even if she doesn't become the eldest sister-in-law in the future, she'll still be the youngest sister-in-law. If she starts whispering sweet nothings in the old man's ear, everyone's doomed.

Moreover, Sister Xiren instructed that the deposit for the mud snails be waived, and that she should handle the mud snails herself, with all bills sent to the antique shop. Huanxi had no choice but to comply.

However, each branch of the organization has its own rules. Sister Xiren is not a member of the branch and has no right to interfere in business. This is why many big shots are unable to have their families take over after they go to jail or flee.

Huanxi was quick-witted; he directly called Spinach East, and only dared to carry out the plan after the big boss of the Baimen Sect got the boss's approval.

The Triads have very strict rules, no joke!
"You're a big shot who drives a Mercedes, and you can't even afford a Mazda? That's really embarrassing!"

"Old Ding wants to give you an important position, so he's sending you a few gifts."

"If you're going to make a living, you need to dress smartly, own a gold Rolex, and drive a luxury car. If you don't have any of those, what's the point of making a living?"

Huanxi deliberately fiddled with the gold Rolex on his wrist, which annoyed Niluo. The gold Rolex he was wearing was a gift from Spinach East, the same model as Huogou, a Day-Date series, with an 18K gold case and a Presidential style strap.

At HK$80,000, it's considered the flagship model among Rolex watches.

As early as ten years ago, Hong Kong gangsters were already wearing Rolexes. Even if they didn't have enough money in their pockets, they would make a fake watch out of 8K gold. It was very rare to see someone like Ni Luo with an empty wrist.

Actually, Hei A Hu also bought a Rolex for Ni Luo, but it was a gold-plated model, worth more than 10,000 yuan. It was a second-hand watch that had been sold off, and Ni Luo pawned it to get some money to pay for his father's and sister's medical treatment.

"Stop babbling! Looks like Brother Fai is going to change careers, quit being a gangster, and become a priest."

Mud Snail was also very envious of Huanxi's gold Rolex, but as much as he envied it, he wasn't stupid. His own mentor and Huanxi's mentor were two brothers who never got along and were always arguing. Now they had fallen out!
He enjoys scraping himself, saying he has to settle accounts, but he still wants to pull some tricks.

But Mud Snail is no longer a greenhorn; he still believes in brotherhood. Black Tiger is a stingy fellow, while Spinach East is a rich man. It's simple: even a fool would choose who to follow!
"This is a gift from Lao Ding. When you come out to do business and make your way in the world, it's all about prestige!"

Huanxi took out a beautifully crafted wooden box from the kraft paper bag and placed it in front of the mud snail.

"It's the same style as mine, 18K gold, diamond-encrusted, 80,000 yuan apiece."

“I bet even the rich young men from Shanghai rarely wear this watch.”

“You’re out here looking for business, so you’re definitely trying to show off. Now that you’re wearing this watch, you’ll definitely be the most impressive person on Temple Street!”

"Hey Mud Snail Bro, try it on and see if you like it!"

Huanxi pushed the wooden box over and placed it in front of the mud snail, gesturing for the poor wretch to open it and see if it suited his taste.

Mud Snail stared at the wooden box in front of him, a cigarette dangling from his mouth, without saying a word or making a move. Of course, he was tempted by the watch, which cost 80,000 yuan, but he also knew what taking the watch would represent.

He's the leader, the one who holds the fort. If something happens to the big boss, he'll definitely have to step in and support him.

"Haha, Mud Snail Bro, don't take it to heart. This was a gift from Lao Ding. Lao Ding is the boss of Yau Ma Tei. It's only natural for him to give his younger brother a gift."

“If you don’t accept gifts from the boss, he will definitely kick you out and won’t leave you any way out. Other companies in Hutchison Whampoa won’t want you either.”

"You need to think carefully before you decide whether to do it or not. If you want to succeed, you must choose the right path and get on the right boat. If you take one wrong step, the outcome will not be good!"

"However, the following items were definitely not the ones that Old Ding gave away."

"Whether you want it or not is entirely up to you!"

Having attended Form 3, he can still use basic idioms, which is considered highly educated in the context of the Young and Dangerous series. He can do accounting, doesn't make spelling mistakes, and can even read a little English.

Knowledge is the primary productive force!
Even if you don't like being a gangster, you can still get a decent job in a factory.

He reached into the brown paper bag, pulled out a car key, and threw it in front of the mud snail.

“Your boss is a leader, so you, his junior brother, can’t possibly surpass him.”

"Toyota Elica GT sports car, two-door, four-seat, top-of-the-line performance car, 2.0-liter inline four-cylinder naturally aspirated engine, 3-speed automatic transmission, rear-wheel drive layout!"

"The Fastback design and hidden headlights have so many advantages. The saleswoman at the dealership talked to me for an hour, and it made me want to buy one."

"This is a gift from my boss, Brother Dong, to you, Brother Mud Snail. A hero deserves a fine steed. The famous Lu Bu also met his bad luck at the White Gate Tower because he dismounted from Red Hare."

"And what I have in my hands are the last two big gifts, a deposit of two million. Not many people can handle that. Brother Dong knows that you, Ni Luo, are a little short of money lately and often borrow money from Guili Zhang."

"Every gangster who's out there in the world is always strapped for cash. If they weren't, what would be the point of being out there in the first place!"

“Sign this document and I will consider the two million deposit as part of the company. From today onwards, the betting station in Hong Kong will be yours to manage.”

"To wish you booming business, I, the big boss, have prepared a gift of 300,000 yuan in cash for you. May your gambling contracts roll in like a whirlwind, and may you make a fortune!"

Huanxi placed the documents, car keys, and a thick stack of gold bullion cards on the coffee table, waiting for Mud Snail's reaction.

The three secret weapons of gangsters: betraying the boss, stealing the boss's wife, and becoming an informant.

I had heard about mud snails before and thought it was a joke, but when these things happened to me, I could only respond with a wry smile.

Without the boss's watch, you can't even gain a foothold in the Yau Ma Tei triad; they'll kick you out in a heartbeat. But if you only bring the watch, without signing a contract, taking cash, or bringing car keys, you can't even walk out of the door of the Happy Company.

Take it all, or leave your life here.

The mud snail now realized that it had entered a trap, and there was only one path it could take.

He quickly figured it out, immediately opened the watch box, took out the brand-new watch, and put it on his wrist to show his attitude.

"Thank you so much, Brother Huanxi, for showing me the right path!"

Black Tiger, that stingy fellow, has a big voice but little action, and he even wants to take the blame for two million. A big shot like him is better off being killed.

Mud Snail had too many reasons in his heart to convince himself to become a traitor. He also believed that Brother Dong was one of their own, a key figure in the gang, while Black Tiger wanted to start his own gang. Mud Snail was also eliminating a bad apple for the gang.

"Everyone chooses their own path, but seeing you, brother, choose the right path and get on the right boat makes me happier than anyone else."

"Come here! I'll introduce you to someone!"

Huanxi stood up, beckoned Mud Snail to walk outside, and left the reception room.

Following Huanxi, Niluo walked out of the reception room and found many familiar faces already standing in the corridor, all of them holding weapons and making no attempt to hide it.

Seeing the scene before him, Mud Snail felt a chill run down his spine. If he had acted rashly and chosen the wrong path, he would surely end up in a cement coffin, living among the small fish and shrimp.

"Hey Mud Snail Bro, come this way, someone wants to see you!"

Huanxi put her arm around Niluo's shoulder, pulled the still-shaken Niluo, and walked into her office.

Inside the office, Xi Ren and Bo Cai Dong were both there. One was fiddling with a butterfly knife, while the other was looking at Playboy magazine. When they saw Ni Luo walk in, they both put down what they were doing and smiled happily.

He who knows the current affairs is a hero!

“Mud Snail, you are indeed very sharp-minded. After this is over, you will join my ranks and acknowledge me as your boss. All the territory and branches in the civilized city will be yours.”

Spinach East stood up, walked over to Mud Snail, patted Mud Snail's shoulder hard, and wrote a blank check!
Mud Snail nodded, then wisely spoke up: "Thank you, sir!"

"This is Sister Xiren, Lao Ding's right-hand woman and his trusted assistant, especially in that area!"

"Sister Xiren will ask you to do some things in a little while. These things are all for the benefit of the branch. Just do them carefully."

"I have other things to do. Next time we meet, we should pretend we don't know each other and not let that good-for-nothing Black Tiger get suspicious."

After saying everything he needed to say, Spinach Dong walked straight out of the office. Seeing this, Huanxi quickly followed him out, leaving Xiren and Mud Snail alone.

(End of this chapter)