Hong Kong General: Rebirth of Rage, Rising from Prison

Chapter 55 Do you want to make more money?

He Shichang's heart was bleeding.

Five million worth of arms were lost, twelve close confidants died, and Ah Fei, his right-hand man, was cut off, so his power was greatly weakened.

What’s more, what annoyed him the most was that this business was in cooperation with his uncles.

This will affect his plans to get promoted.

Now I can only keep it secret for now, pay for it myself, find a new buyer, and complete the transaction.

The loss from this trip was more than tens of millions.

The point is, this is his own money!
He didn't feel bad at all about losing the society's money and his uncles' money. He took it out of his own pocket, so every penny hurt!

Thinking of this, he wanted to use a machine gun to shoot Han Jiang and his gang of damn ghosts!

"Tell me, I'll tell your mother!"

"He Shichang, you can pretend to be stupid, but wait, I'll take the five million, including the principal and interest!"

On the other end of the phone, Han Jiang, who looked very similar to Jiahui, said something sinister and hung up.

"Beep beep..."

There was a busy tone on the phone.

"Oh!"

With a loud bang, He Shichang threw the phone directly to the ground, breaking it into pieces.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

He Shichang spoke in a foul language, venting his anger: "Ghost King Han Jiang, right? Sooner or later I will make you go down and turn you into a ghost!"

After a few seconds, he calmed down a little and said to his subordinates with a gloomy face: "A-Sang, tell the brothers to be more alert recently!"

"Yes, Brother Chang!"

Asan is the white paper fan beside He Shichang, who is equivalent to a military advisor. He knew that the boss was angry, so he said nothing, agreed and walked out.

Immediately, He Shichang, who was in a depressed mood, set his eyes on the wavy female secretary in the corner.

He slowly opened the drawer of his desk, took out a can of small blue pills, and poured two into his mouth.

Walked over step by step.

The female secretary looked at him nervously, not daring to breathe.

Suddenly, He Shichang reached out unexpectedly, grabbed the plump female secretary's hair, pushed her hard, and pressed her on the desk.

"Brother Chang, no, this is an office!"

The female secretary struggled with a terrified expression, her entire face turning into a look of fear.

"The office is for serious business!"

He Shichang stretched out his big hand, pinched the female secretary's chin tightly, and stretched out his thumb to rub her red lips hard.

The red lipstick rubbed on the cheek, leaving a long mark.

He Shichang took out the lipstick pervertedly and filled the secretary's red lips with it. His face was distorted and he said violently: "You are just like those coquettish women like the eldest lady. I hate you to wear red lipstick the most!"

"Lipstick is bad, huh?!"

"Why don't you be more pure, bitch!"

He Shichang slapped the secretary's face onto the table.

Two minutes and sixteen seconds later...

He Shichang's eyelids fluttered, and he showed a satisfied and ferocious smile like a beast after catching its prey.

He pushed the secretary aside like throwing a rag.

His mood improved a little, and his eyes became clear again.

Here, He Shichang and Han Jiang were overwhelmed by the failure of an arms deal, and they developed a rift and became incompatible.

On the other side, Chen Shixian, Qiu Gangao and others returned to the Hongyun Hotel, their temporary base, to prepare to divide the spoils.

Six boxes of arms were loaded into a fake-brand van and parked in an abandoned factory.

In the safe on the table, five million in cash was neatly placed.

Everyone's face was filled with uncontrollable excitement.

"I'm rich, I'm rich, five million!"

Baozhu looked at the pile of big golden bulls in front of him with a greedy and excited look on his face. He picked up a stack at random, put it to his lips and kissed it, more intoxicated than kissing a beautiful girl.

Now that he has a formal company and is rich, when he goes to his future father-in-law, his father-in-law will no longer dare to look down on him.

Treat him like a car washer.

Chen Shixian smiled slightly. Five million was not a lot of money in Hong Kong Island where prices were soaring.

But for them, it's a whole new level. "Baozhu, no matter how many times you kiss, the money won't increase, you'll just get more saliva."

Chen Shixian looked at the excitement of the Exploding Pearl, made a joke, and said to everyone:
"Why are you standing there like an idiot? Just divide the money. Let me make it clear first, I don't want the Hong Kong paper that smells like popping pearls and saliva!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Exploding Pearl howled like a wolf, and immediately began to happily divide the money.

"According to the rules, 60% belongs to Brother Xian, 3 million, and the rest is divided equally between us."

Baozhu divided the money quickly.

There were two million left, and each person got five hundred thousand.

After all, Chen Shixian is the boss, and he needs to take on more responsibilities by giving advice and leading everyone to do things.

It was because of Brother Xian’s planning that they were able to escape unscathed without getting hurt.

Chen Shixian looked at the three million in front of him, casually pulled out a few bundles, and threw 100,000 to each person: "Everyone cooperated very well this time, this is the bonus!"

He was not like the capitalists of later generations who wanted the horse to run but did not let it eat grass.

The subordinates will only feel that the 500,000 yuan is divided equally, which is what they deserve for their hard work.

The 100,000 yuan given is an extra gift.

It can make these brothers more loyal and more convinced of him as the boss.

"Brother Xian, we've divided the money, I don't want the bonus!"

Baozhu threw the 100,000 back generously, pointing at the money in his hand and saying, "Well, we only take what we deserve."

"Without you, we have nothing."

"I could only go back to my father-in-law's car shop and work as a car washer for him, but he looked down on me."

"Ah Quan can only go home to inherit the family business and become a prostitute."

Ah Quan's face darkened and he raised his middle finger: "Damn it, Baozhu, can you speak human language? The duck I make is roast duck!"

"It doesn't matter. Roast duck and duck both require a lot of effort to make, right?"

"In fact, with your figure, you might as well go to Potland Street and be a quack duck, where rich ladies will fight over your bags!"

Baozhu joked without restraint.

Ah Quan was a taciturn person, but he couldn't stand it when it came to a man's dignity. He said angrily, "You're so smooth-talking, rich women prefer guys with good oral skills, why don't you do it?"

"Tsk, Baozhu, look, you pushed Ah Quan so hard that he even learned to joke around."

Chen Shixian finished speaking with a smile, ending their frolicking, and said in a tone that left no room for doubt: "Equal division means equal division. The bonus is a token of my love, so you guys take it."

"Now that the company has accounts to prepare, feel free to use this money."

"Thank you, Brother Xian!"

Qiu Gangao took the lead in expressing his gratitude.

Since Chen Shixian said it was a bonus, they no longer refused.

Now everyone has 600,000 yuan in cash.

The firearms were also upgraded, and there were six boxes of ammunition reserves, which was also a considerable income.

Everyone was excited.

When I was a policeman, I had seen some rich people and stolen money in suspects' homes.

But in reality, with so much money in hand, it is impossible not to be excited.

In comparison, Chen Shixian was much calmer. He lit a cigarette, put it in his mouth, and watched them count the money excitedly, sitting there with the demeanor of a big boss.

As the leader among them, he knew very well that this amount of money was nothing.

Robbery can make a fortune, but it is difficult to get rich.

The last time he got 1.2 million out of the 2 million, he used 300,000 to buy Brother Biao's grave, 300,000 to buy a car, and 100,000 to equip his brothers with communicators and phones.

I spent two hundred thousand dollars to start the company, but in the end there was little left.

This time I got 2.6 million, and with the remaining money, I'm a small millionaire.

With this amount of wealth, it is not even as much as the fingernail of a rich man in Hong Kong Island, one of the four Asian Tigers.

However, things are much better now than when I first got out of prison.

It's time to start and slowly plan for the future.

After everyone's excitement died down a little, Chen Shixian pressed down the hand holding the cigarette.

Everyone fell silent and turned their eyes to Chen Shixian.

"Everyone, next step, do you want to make more money?"

Chen Shixian looked at everyone with sharp eyes and asked while the iron was hot.

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