Hong Kong Island: From a small stall to a global supplier

I'm not afraid!
Really, I'm not scared at all!
If Cai Shenyao wanted to kill him, the men who just rushed out wouldn't have been just a few armed with submachine guns.

Last time in front of King He, that madman Ah Jie dared to slam his blood-stained spear on the gambling table. Soda Lai is certain that if it had been a few spearmen who rushed out just now, they would already be on their way to the crematorium.

They're doomed, beyond saving!
Yes, I'm not afraid!
As the car drove further and further into remote areas, Chi Shui Lai kept swallowing his saliva, feeling utterly powerless, as if he had encountered his natural enemy.

Once on Yachong Road, a car pulled up beside him. The driver rolled down the window and waved. Even though it was still dark, by the light of the streetlights, Chi Shui Lai thought he could spot Broken Tooth Ju.

With his face pressed against the car window, and only when the lights of the Umbrella base came on brightly did Soda Lai finally realize it was him!

As he got off the bus, Bengya Ju saw Qishui Lai grinning at him, and immediately turned his head away. Damn it, what a lunatic!

Although neither of them had been here in person, they both knew that this was Wang Yaotang's security company training base in Haojiang.

Caishen Yao came to inspect the area a few days ago, accompanied by Teresa Teng.

The two were led to an empty room. Just as they sat down to say something, the door was pushed open again, and Jie Shiwei was brought in.

The three looked at each other, and finally Street Market Wei spoke first, "This time it seems that Cai Shenyao has reached some kind of agreement with the Public Security Bureau."

"What kind of agreement would allow his men to hold guns in front of the police and do nothing?" Bengya Ju gritted his teeth; he couldn't accept this.

“Those policemen seem to be blind. When I call out to them, they turn around and run away,” Soda Lai said bitterly.

"The God of Wealth has been in Macau for a few days now. He was invited to the charity gala at the Governor's Mansion and was even introduced to the public by the Governor."

"How did you know?" Soda Lai asked. "You participated?"

Street Market Wei's expression froze. What should he say?
I saw him and my wife go into the hotel room together. I knocked on the door but no one answered. I could also hear my wife's unrestrained moans inside.
“No, it was held at the Legong Restaurant. I happened to see him go in,” Jie Shiwei said with a cold face.

People like them may have a lot of fame, but they're not respectable.

"We're all gangsters, what gives Cai Shenyao the right to go? What gives him the right to carry a gun?" Beng Yaju asked coldly, pinching his cheek.

He is not short of money now, but he has always been looked down upon because of his status. His biggest wish now is to be accepted by high society.

"I'll invest 2500 million to build an elite primary and secondary school, with an annual investment of no less than 300 million. It's a non-profit organization. Can you do that?!" Jie Shiwei retorted, glaring at him. "He'll establish a legitimate security company, with uniforms, formal contracts, and regular taxes and insurance. Can you do that?!"

"What do you mean!" Bengya Ju suddenly stood up, pointed at the street market and roared.

"Alright, alright, they were all kidnapped. Let's not fight among ourselves." Soda Lai quickly got up and pulled Bengya Ju back.

Ever since Wang Yaotang broke up the Five Lakes Company when they were formed last time, and then forced them to bow down and submit in front of He Duwang, he and Bengya Ju have completely broken off relations.

Bengya Ju drove the people from Jieshiwei out of the 'company' and took over as the boss himself.

Street Market Wei also gave up his ambition to control the underworld. With Caishen Yao around, he would never be able to achieve his goal, so he focused on managing the casino business.

The division of labor is clear, and King He is quite satisfied with it.

Street Market Wei scoffed and turned his head away, too lazy to even look at Broken Tooth. "I won't allow the man who sleeps with my wife to be belittled!"

In Macau, Street Market Wei's social status was higher than that of this gangster boss, so Broken Tooth Ju was furious at Street Market Wei's contempt. "Yes, of course I'm not as good as God of Wealth Yao. After all, God of Wealth Yao can afford to feed your wife!"

"Damn it!" Street Market Wei also exploded, got up and rushed forward, throwing punches.

Bengya was being held back by the soda drinker and couldn't free his hands for a moment. He was punched hard in the cheek, and his teeth came loose.

"Let go!" Bengya Ju suddenly flung away Qishui Lai and kicked Jieshi Wei.

He was kicked in the stomach, and Jie Shiwei grimaced and staggered two steps.

Ultimately, they rely on their brains to make a living; they can't compare to someone like Bengya Ju who relies on fighting.

Qishui Lai chuckled and took two steps back. Seeing that Bengya Ju was about to kick him again, he quickly hugged Bengya Ju from behind, saying, "Stop hitting me, stop hitting me."

You can't kill anyone like that!

The essence of breaking up a fight is balance; hold back the fighter so that the fight can last longer.

Bengya struggled violently, and Jieshiwei, enduring the pain, seized the opportunity to slap him hard across the face with a loud 'smack'.

Soft drink Lai immediately released the broken tooth restraint.

"I'll fuck your mother!" Bengyaju ducked to dodge the punch, then landed an uppercut on Jieshiwei's face.

Soda Lai rushed up again and hugged the person...

This time, Bengya Ju was prepared and stomped his foot on Qishui Lai's foot.

"Ouch, ah—" Qishui Lai cried out in pain, tears streaming down her face, and hopped back two steps.

Street Market Wei took the opportunity to bend down and bump his head into it.

When Wang Yaotang pushed the door open, he was stunned. He saw Jie Shiwei and Beng Yaju rolling and fighting on the ground, while Qishui Lai sat on a chair, hugging his feet and looking pained.

"You seem to be having a lot of fun," Wang Yaotang said with a smile from the doorway. "Excuse me, I'm sorry to bother you. Please continue."

In short, Street Market Wei and Broken Tooth Kick stopped at the same time. Street Market Wei gave him a hard push, and Broken Tooth Kick turned over and stood up. Soda Lai also stood up from his chair.

"Go ahead and keep going, don't worry about me, I actually enjoy watching," Wang Yaotang said with amusement.

The two wiped their faces and spat at the same time, then took a few steps back, panting heavily, and the room fell silent for a moment.

Sha Ze brought over a chair, and Wang Yaotang clicked his tongue twice, sat down, and looked at the three of them. "Sit down, let's chat."

“God of Wealth Yao, we already let this go in front of King He last time. Aren’t you going a bit too far now? Do you really want to start a war with us?” Bengya Ju said threateningly, but his tone was very gentle. “Even King He wouldn’t send his men to hire guns.”

Street Market Wei scoffed, "What are you going to use to start a war with them? Even the police are on his side."

“You’re right.” Wang Yaotang nodded in agreement. “When I reach the level of King He, I will also be very polite to you.”

"You!" Bengya Ju's face was ugly, but he didn't dare to say anything more.

"Alright, it's getting late. I need to go back and spend time with Lijun. I also have to attend the formal donation ceremony tomorrow." Wang Yaotang casually pointed at the three of them. "I'll take over the shares of your several nightclubs and bars. Don't say I, Wang Yaotang, am using the Public Security Bureau to pressure you. Name your price."

"Why should I?!" Soda Lai immediately became agitated. "What if I don't want to sell?" Street Market Wei's eyes twitched incessantly. You slept with my wife and now you want to steal my business? This is outrageous!
Bengya glanced at the two of them sideways, wondering why they hadn't been there earlier.

“Just because the Director, Deputy Director, and Chief of the Public Security Bureau have shares in my entertainment company’s Macau branch, that’s all that matters.” Wang Yaotang said casually.

"We paid too!" Soda Lai shouted.

"Your money isn't clean, but mine is clean because I pay taxes, it doesn't need washing."

One sentence left the three speechless: sending money was just to ensure the smooth operation of their 'unclean' business.

"Not enough?" Wang Yaotang said with a smile, "I'm also investing in building the best primary and secondary schools in Haojiang. In the future, the children of wealthy and powerful families in Haojiang will all go to school here."

"I reached an agreement with the Governor's Office to ban drugs in high-end entertainment venues and build Haojiang's international image. This should be enough to make the newspapers and the news."

“The Umbrella Security Company undertakes cash transport business for several banks, which is how they obtained the qualification to carry firearms. Is that enough?”

With each statement Wang Yaotang made, the three men lost some of their confidence.

We're all in the underworld, so why are you dressed so elegantly?
“Oh, right.” Wang Yaotang seemed to have just thought of something. “A lot of cash flows through Macau every day. Because there is no airport, the banks need to transport the cash to Hong Kong. The Macau-Hong Kong sea route requires armed ships for escort.”

As he spoke, Wang Yaotang clapped his hands, "I just ordered four high-speed coastal patrol boats and gunboats from the north!"

"Look, what a coincidence!"

The three men's expressions were filled with astonishment. What did they mean by "nearshore patrol boat or gunboat"?

Dude, we're just in the underworld, everyone uses machetes and steel pipes, isn't it a bit much for you to be making gunboats?

What the hell are you trying to do?!

The three men instantly lost their temper when they thought about how Cai Shenyao had even managed to build gunboats that could be openly moored at the docks and used for travel between the two places.

The gambling business isn't about fighting and forcing people to gamble with knives and steel pipes; it's about having clever underlings to drum up business.

Therefore, the ones who earn the most are He Duwang and his underlings. The three of them still need to find ways to extract money from their underlings.

The three men made most of their income by laundering money through their casino and junket businesses, which required underground banks.

Cash is transported by boat, and if Caishen Yao (a famous Chinese fortune teller) were to target it, damn it, just thinking about it is terrifying.

Moreover, the medicine powder also had to be transported to the island by sea...

"What's your decision?" Wang Yaotang asked, crossing his legs as he looked at the three of them.

“Okay, 800 million.” Jie Shiwei was the first to back down. He wanted to add that he didn’t want to see my wife anymore, but after looking at the people around him, he gave up.

Oh well, it's a burden too!

"Okay, 2400 million for three companies."

"Two companies, 1600 million."

All six companies hold more than 60% of the shares, resulting in a premium of more than double the initial investment.

However, based on the returns, the investment can be recouped in a year, which is very cheap from an investment perspective.

Wang Yaotang didn't say anything more, stood up and extended his hand in a friendly manner, "It's a pleasure to cooperate with you."

The three of them frowned deeply, looking at Wang Yaotang's warm smile, and suddenly felt disgusted.

Even if you adopt a superior attitude.

Even if you call us a bunch of good-for-nothings!

Even if you kick us a few times or punch us a few times!

His current gentle demeanor made them realize that they were not on the same level at all.

The three of them were still rats in the gutter, not worthy of being called respectable, while the guy in front of them was already standing in the upper echelons of Macau society; they needed someone to climb up to.

Fuck!
Fuck!
The three cursed inwardly, but still managed a smile that looked worse than a grimace as they shook hands with Wang Yaotang. "I've arranged to have dinner with the Director of the Public Security Bureau tomorrow night. Come join us."

"No, I won't go," Bengyaju said in a slightly hoarse voice.

Soda Lai also shook his head.

Street Market Wei opened his mouth as if to agree, but then closed it again.

“Alright, I’ll arrange for someone to meet you tomorrow to sign the contract, and I’ll also transfer the payment. Ah Ze, take the three brothers back.” Wang Yaotang said with a smile.

"See you tomorrow." The three nodded and walked out.

Street Market Wei was the slowest, lagging behind. He looked at Wang Yaotang, thought for a moment, and leaned over to whisper, "Could you please not go to a hotel next time?"

"Huh?" Wang Yaotang was taken aback and subconsciously reached out to touch his nose.

It's not that I'm afraid, it's just that I'm a little embarrassed to face it like this.

“Let’s go to my house, no one will see us.” Street Market Wei took a deep breath.

Wang Yaotang stared blankly at Jie Shiwei, suddenly unsure of what to say.

"Ah, hehe, okay."

"Thank you." Jie Shiwei nodded and followed.

Looking at Jie Shiwei's back, Wang Yaotang had a feeling that this guy had some kind of... fetish?

Or is it simply the ability to endure humiliation and bear heavy burdens?

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