Hong Kong Storm: The King of Jobs

Chapter 561, Section 151: It's All Business (Seeking Monthly Tickets!)
Negotiation is essential to closing a deal.

"Ah Hu, don't worry. I can't guarantee anything else, but I can guarantee one thing: the Civilization area will still be yours, and the fees will still be charged according to the old rules."

"As long as you put the incense into the incense burner of He Lian Sheng Tuo Di, He Lian Sheng will take care of all your troubles."

Uncle Deng smiled. Taking over a piece of Shuifang's territory made him happier than taking over the entire Laoxin. He was determined to get revenge on Shuifang for the losses he suffered at Wen Gui's hands.

Wen Gui is already very old. According to the rumors from his underworld brothers, this old man from the water house has been admitted to the Singapore branch of Hong Kong Sanatorium & Hospital and is barely clinging to life in the ICU.

It seems there's no hope for me to get revenge on Wen Gui.

If you can't get justice from the old, then get it from the young.

Thinking of this, Uncle Deng smiled and continued, "Things are different now. Back then, I was known to no one for my red dress, but now I am known throughout the world."

“Ah Hu, if you’re willing to bring your territory and transfer to Wo Luen Shing, I’ll definitely open the gates and notify all the triads in Hong Kong to attend your initiation ceremony.”

"In front of all the brothers in the Hong Kong underworld, I'll give you a thunderbolt out of the blue, making you even more glamorous than your boss, Handsome Sheng."

The gangsters think very simply: they're out in the game for two things—power and money.

In the short term, Uncle Deng will not touch Hei A Hu's territory. He will only select a few elite soldiers to help him. When Hei A Hu makes a mistake, he will let his own people clean up the mess.

Even the Wan Chai Emperor Chan Tai couldn't stop the Wo Luen Shing from slowly eroding his power, all because his powerful backer Lui Lok had lost his position.

It's worth noting that Deng Qi, backed by Chen Zhichao, lived a very successful life.

Hearing Uncle Deng's affirmative reply gave Black Tiger a sense of security, but taking over the territory was a big deal. If Handsome Sheng and Immortal Jin found out, they would definitely send people to enforce the family rules.

"I'm counting on Brother Deng for all of this!"

Seeing the hesitation on Hei Ahu's face, Wen Laogui knew that this good-for-nothing dared not make the final decision. He immediately spoke up, telling Uncle Deng to prepare first. Then, he looked at Mai Tou, who had been silently drinking tea, coughed, cleared his throat, and said, "Ahu's troubles are resolved."

“Mr. Wheat, we should have a good chat about your interesting little business.”

Uncle Deng, Wen Tianxin, and Hei Ahu all turned their gazes to Mai Tou, curiously sizing up the young man in the white robe.

"Uncle Wen, whether my business deal can be completed depends on your approval."

Mai Tou crossed his legs, looked at Wen Laogui sitting in the main seat, and shouted loudly, "Brother Yuzhu, bring the box in."

As soon as he finished speaking, a bald man carrying a suitcase walked into the private room. This bald man was dressed very outrageously, a typical young man, wearing a brightly colored shirt and floral pants.

Not only is his outrageous attire memorable, but this guy, Yuzhu, has a red dragon tattooed on his scalp. It's a five-clawed red dragon with its eyes already lit up. The dragon's head is pointing upwards, its body is spiraling upwards, and its tail is pointing downwards, as if it's struggling to take off.

This round, smooth, bald head, combined with the image of a dragon playing with a pearl, creates a striking effect.

Feng shui books say that a dragon comes alive when its eyes are painted. If the eyes are not painted on when sculpting a dragon, it may be seen as lifeless and incomplete. The dragon's head should not face downwards. Although a dragon with its head facing downwards exists, it becomes "dragon falling down" in Cantonese when spoken quickly, which has a bad connotation.

The five-clawed red dragon on its head is brightly colored, probably because pigeon blood was used. The head has the most blood vessels and meridians, so if the skin is pierced and blood enters the blood vessels, it is easy to get infected and poisoned.

Many gangsters have tattoos, but only one in ten thousand have them on their heads.

Yu Zhu placed the insulated box on the table. Uncle Deng and Wen Laogui's henchmen all came in, watching Yu Zhu's every move, afraid that he would play tricks.

"Go outside first, I need to talk business with Uncle Wen and Uncle Deng."

The main character had arrived, and Mai Tou told Yu Zhu to go out first so as not to disturb everyone's business conversation. After all the henchmen left, he stood up, opened the insulated box, and took out a whip-like object wrapped in vacuum packaging.

"These are genuine Siberian tiger whips. I brought five of them as a gift for everyone present."

Mai Tou tossed the vacuum-packed Tiger Whip onto the table and introduced it to everyone present: "I don't need to explain the effects of the Tiger Whip, do I?"

"The Siberian tigers are now a plague in the Red Hair country. The Red Hair country needs to send out its army to hunt them down, otherwise these tigers will come down from the mountains, attack settlements, and eat the villagers' cattle and sheep."

"This tiger whip costs HK$100 each in Hong Kong, but in Hong Kong, the price increases tenfold. If you put it in a Chinese medicine clinic, it's like winning ten rounds of baccarat in a row."

"We're all bosses here, and no one would miss the opportunity to get such a rare and top-quality item."

"Now, besides tiger whip, there are also elephant bark, shark fin, seahorse, bear bile, deer antler, deer placenta, pangolin, king cobra, krait, and sea snake."

"I've already made arrangements with the snake farm north of the border. They'll supply you with golden ringed snakes and king cobras in large quantities." "Uncle Deng, Brother Hu, you're both big shots in the underworld, each with your own territory. Just a word from you and these snakes can get into all the food stalls."

“Even the ricebirds, which are hard to get now, I can handle. I can get them live or frozen.”

"Don't worry, I, Mai Tou, am not a heartless person. If Uncle Wen agrees, we can do this business together."

"This kind of business is extremely profitable, with hundreds of millions in profit every year. All you big shots don't have to do anything; you can earn 20 to 30 million just by lying down."

"Gentlemen, please consider this."

After finishing his sentence, Mai Tou took out a cigarette from his pack, lit it, and then observed the expressions of everyone present through the smoke.

Young Master Wen picked up a tiger whip from the table and examined it carefully.

Since this Mr. Mai said it was a gift, I'll take two of them to soak in medicinal wine and restore my energy.

However, medicinal wines all have unique recipes, so I don't know if using Nu'erhong will be effective for me.

Uncle Deng was very interested in Mai Tou's wild game business. Shanghai City Nightclub and Zhonghua City Nightclub were both under the control of Lian Sheng. These two high-end entertainment venues catered to wealthy young men with bulging wallets.

These wealthy young men are very willing to spend money on food, drink, and entertainment. Once something new appears on the streets of Hong Kong, they are sure to be willing to try it. Whether they are locals, Chaoshan brothers, Wuyi natives, or Shanghainese, they are all willing to spend money.

Liangzaisheng's daily freshness is proof of this; its sales volume breaks the previous day's record every day, and high-end seafood has become accessible to ordinary people.

There are snake soup shops everywhere in Tai Kok Tsui, but most of them serve cheap snake soup made with rat snake, not high-end ones.

If this unfamiliar young man can get his hands on king cobras, kraits, and sea snakes, he'll definitely have no shortage of customers.

The staff of the Agriculture, Fisheries and Conservation Department don't even have batons; they're all a bunch of bespectacled guys who can only issue tickets. They're much easier to fool than the police.

The foreigners at the Agriculture, Fisheries and Fisheries Department are very easy to bribe. As long as you bribe one of them to tip you off before a big operation, the stalls will hide the goods, and everything will be fine.

The anti-triad and serious crime units in each district are too busy keeping an eye on gangsters to help the Agriculture, Fisheries and Conservation Department achieve its performance targets.

"20% is a bit low. If the fisheries and agriculture department takes advantage of it, we'll have to give our brothers a resettlement allowance."

A 20% share of the profits is a bit low, because the head of the company only needs to bring the goods in; the rest of the work needs to be done by his underlings, including the warehouse and the delivery. No link can be omitted.

Just because the police don't care doesn't mean they won't make mistakes; they'll still face consequences.

Cooperation is fine, but not even a single penny less is acceptable.

To maintain the status quo, gangs need to extract profits; to expand their territory, they need to employ thugs. All of these things require money.

Uncle Deng has expressed his attitude; now it's up to Mai Tou to decide.

"Uncle Deng, it was my oversight, but Uncle Deng, I need to take care of the deliverymen, and Uncle Wen's warehouse also needs a profit, at most 30%. If it exceeds 30%, I will have to find someone else to cooperate with."

In fact, from the very beginning, Mai Tou offered a 30% profit share, but since the negotiations had only just begun, he couldn't reveal his hand yet.

“35 percent! Wo Luen Shing may not claim to be the number one triad in Hong Kong, but it is definitely number one in terms of the number of territories. The number of food stalls, nightclubs, and Chinese medicine clinics in its territory must be at least 8,888, if not tens of thousands.”

“These old neighbors are very respectful to Wo Luen Shing. If your goods are good, they will sell as much as they can.”

Uncle Deng still had a smile on his face, but his words were full of arrogance.

"Thirty-five percent, I won't haggle, Uncle Wen, what about you?"

“I don’t need the entire Wen family’s fleet, just three ships. I guarantee they won’t interfere with the business at Tiantian Fishing Ground. You can continue to use them on ordinary days, and when I need to transport goods, you can help me with a trip by boat.”

"I'll calculate the rent at the highest market rate, and the same goes for the warehouses on shore."

“I heard that something big happened to the Wen family’s warehouse and it’s all empty now! Renting it to me will reduce some of the losses.”

Mai Tou agreed to the conditions offered by Uncle Deng and sought cooperation with Wo Luen Shing. He was interested in Wo Luen Shing's territory because the larger the territory, the higher the sales volume. After securing Wo Luen Shing, he immediately looked at Old Man Wen.

(End of this chapter)