Hong Kong variety show: I can boost loyalty, the most generous boss.

Chapter 274, Section 273: Newspaper seller, turn over a new leaf and return to the right path!

The arrogant and domineering He Yong suddenly bristled when he saw Yang Jun, shrinking back and stammering as he spoke to Yang Jun:

"Mr. Yang, what are you doing here?"

Yang Jun watched as He Yong pressed down on Da Tou's head with one hand and scolded him unhappily:

"Aren't you going to let go? What kind of talk is this?"

He Yongcan chuckled, quickly released Da Tou, and carefully walked to Yang Jun. He stood obediently in front of Yang Jun, head down, waiting to be scolded like a primary school student!
He Yong's underlings looked at each other in disbelief. They were dumbfounded when they saw Yang Jun. They were just low-level thugs in the Lian Sheng gang. When they saw the super boss, they were so scared that their faces turned pale and they didn't dare to say a word.

"What were you doing just now?"

Yang Jun asked again, because he always hated his subordinates bullying men and women and taking advantage of ordinary people!
Companies may resort to violence for profit, but it's not about forming a group to wield the sword against the weaker party.

Yang Jun values ​​rules the most and is also the one who made the rules, so he must take the lead in upholding them!
He Yong's mind raced as he tried to think of a way to escape. He knew all along that the company strictly forbade collecting protection money from small vendors, but he couldn't resist targeting Da Tou when he saw his old enemy.

"Mr. Yang, Big Head is from Hung Hing. I beat him up because of an old grudge. We have a feud!"

Big Head understood too; he was stunned when he saw Yang Jun!

He had heard many stories about Yang Jun in prison and knew that Tung Sing had been destroyed. He Yong followed Situ Haonan to Wo Luen Shing, and the super boss above them was the Mr. Yang in front of him.

Big Head, with his sharp eyes, immediately realized his opportunity had arrived and said to Yang Jun:
"He Yong was demanding protection money from me. I just got out of jail and haven't had any contact with Hung Hing for a long time."

Big Head was imprisoned for a total of nine years. None of Big Brother B's good brothers in Causeway Bay ever visited him. On the contrary, his cellmate, Wo Luen Shing's underlings, received subsidies while in prison because they were under Handsome Chun's command, receiving 3 to 4 dollars a month.

Da Tou was very envious of him and knew that the money was given to him by the big boss Yang Jun, which made Da Tou very impressed with Yang Jun's image of loyalty.

"You're talking nonsense! What protection money? Big Head, are you looking for trouble?"

He Yong was covered in cold sweat and was about to go over and beat Da Tou when Yang Jun slapped He Yong across the face.

"He Yong, you've really made something of yourself, even hitting a newspaper vendor?"

"Big Head is no longer with Hung Hing, and plans to reform and sell newspapers. You still dare to collect protection money!"

Yang Jun's face was cold. He had personally given the order that his subordinates were strictly prohibited from collecting protection money from street vendors, as this would damage the company's reputation!

"You only make a few bucks from small vendors. If you're so tough, go collect protection money from HSBC or the foreigners. I'll respect you as a hero!"

He Yong was scolded mercilessly, but he just kept his head down and dared not show the slightest dissatisfaction!
"Yes, I know I was wrong!"

Yang Jun signaled Da Dong to take action. Da Dong had two men in black take He Yong into the car. He Yong did not resist at all, but his expression was not good.

Every country has its laws, and every family has its rules. If you make a mistake, there will definitely be a punishment.

He Yong was unlucky; he was caught by Yang Jun personally and used as a typical example, a victim of the company's reforms!

Seeing that Da Tou's face was bruised and swollen, Yang Jun took out a wad of Hong Kong dollars from inside his clothes and placed it in Da Tou's hand.

"This is reimbursement for your medical expenses. Go to the hospital and get it checked out."

"Listen up, if you keep extorting protection money from small vendors, He Yong will suffer the same fate!"

Changmao Jie nodded repeatedly. His older brother, He Yong, had been taken away and he didn't know how he would be punished. He could only wait motionless for a scolding!
Yang Jun didn't even bother to look at these short mules. He just called Situ Haonan to handle it and planned to get in his car and leave.

Da Tou looked at the stack of Hong Kong dollars in his hand, which amounted to several thousand dollars. He couldn't earn that much money in a month, and he greatly admired Yang Jun's generosity.

"Mr. Yang, wait a moment~"

Yang Jun turned to look at Da Tou and said, puzzled:

"What? You think the money isn't enough?"

Big Head quickly shook his head, his gaze firm, and said to Yang Jun:

"Mr. Yang, I want to be with you~"

Yang Jun laughed, shrugged, and teased Da Tou:
"Turning your life around? Selling newspapers is a legitimate business, yet you want to join a gang?"

Big Head chuckled. He had made up his mind to turn over a new leaf while he was in prison, but he found that life was not easy after he got out!
In Hong Kong, all walks of life are controlled by triads. Even if he sets up a stall and does business on the street, he is frequently harassed!

He Yong isn't the first to cause trouble, nor will he be the last!
"Mr. Yang, I think you're a good older brother, very loyal!"

Yang Jun chuckled inwardly, quite fond of this Hung Hing bigwig, and said with a smile:

"Get in the car! Let's chat!"

Big Head's eyes lit up. Mr. Yang was letting him get in the car? His luck was about to change!
Yang Jun got on the bus first, and Da Tou followed closely behind, even abandoning the newspaper stand.

Big Head looked curiously at the luxurious interior of the Maybach, sitting opposite Yang Jun with great caution.

Yang Jun, with his legs crossed, said with a smile:

"Big Head, why are you following me?"

Big Head blinked and honestly said:
"I want to make money, and Mr. Yang is a man of honor! I heard about your reputation while I was in prison; you take good care of your subordinates."

Yang Jun loved it when honest people praised him, and said with a smile:

"Actually, I'm not loyal to anyone~"

"Huh!" Big Head was completely dumbfounded. "What? Disloyal?"

Yang Jun leaned back strategically and said casually:
"I never talk about loyalty. I only know how to get things done so that my subordinates can make money and support their families. That's true loyalty!"

"Big Head, you've been in jail for nine years now, have you ever regretted it?"

In fact, Yang Jun also admired Da Tou. Although he was a bit silly, he was a short mule who was willing to take the blame for the boss. He spent nine years in prison and not a single brother visited him. It was really pitiful.

Chan Ho-nam is loyal, but Tai-tau is the real loyal one!
Big Head gave a wry smile and said calmly:
"I was just too stupid back then and didn't see you for who you are, Mr. Yang. I want to work for you!"

Yang Jun nodded and said to Da Tou:
"Okay, can you drive?"

Da Tou said no, he had spent nine years in prison and was completely out of touch with society, so how could he possibly drive?

"If you can't even drive, how can you be a big shot? Go learn to drive before you come looking for me!"

Yang Jun dismissed Da Tou with a single sentence, implying that he would need to be evaluated gradually if he wanted to be given important responsibilities.

"Okay, Mr. Yang, I'll come to you soon."

Big Head excitedly got out of the car, a smile on his face, and waved frantically at Yang Jun as he drove away.

A call came through to Yang Jun's mobile phone. Da Dong handed it over and reported:

"Mr. Yang, this is Situ Haonan."

Yang Jun answered the phone and said to Situ Haonan with a smile:
"Situ, you're calling about He Yong, right?"

Situ Haonan explained to Yang Jun in a hurried tone:

“Mr. Yang, I am not pleading for He Yong. He Yong deserves his punishment, and I firmly support Mr. Yang’s decision.”

Yang Jun nodded in satisfaction and said with a smile, "Don't worry, this is just He Yong's private matter and won't involve anyone else!"

“He Yong’s leg was broken, so he probably won’t be able to box anymore. You should arrange a stable job for him.”

Situ Haonan breathed a sigh of relief. It was just a broken leg, thank goodness!
After being kicked out of the company, Yang Jun did not go all the way and even arranged for Situ Haonan to give him a job, which can be considered as being more than kind and righteous.

"Thank you, Mr. Yang. I know what to do."

"I will definitely keep my subordinates in check and prevent them from harassing ordinary people!"

He Yong's story spread throughout many triads in Hong Kong. Some people thought it was making a mountain out of a molehill and that Yang Jun was taking the opportunity to eliminate dissidents. Others applauded, saying that there can be no order without rules.

In short, after this incident, the security situation in Hong Kong improved significantly, and the small vendors in the Wo Luen Shing territory were protected, for which they were very grateful to Wo Luen Shing, and their reputation soared.

Yang Jun drove to the building in Causeway Bay.

“Uncle Chuan Bao, this is the New Hutchison House, formerly known as the Elizabeth House. It has 36 floors and is one of the tallest buildings in Wan Chai.”

Yang Jun pointed to a skyscraper next to him and said with a smile to his uncles, Chuibao and Chuiji:
"From now on, this building will be the headquarters of our Helian Group. You are all directors of the company, so please come in and have a look around!"

With a cigar in his mouth, Yang Jun pointed confidently at the building in front of him and said to Chuanbao and the others.

Chuanbao, Chuiji, and the others were dumbfounded. They moved from Sham Shui Po to Causeway Bay, from a three-story teahouse to the Sun Wo Kee Building, and finally to a 36-story skyscraper.

"Damn it! We, Wo Luen Shing, were the first companies in Hong Kong to have our names listed in the building!"

“Hung Hing, our old friends from the Number Gang called us, they’re so envious, they can’t afford this building!”

Chuanbao chuckled, a cigar dangling from his lips, and said to Chuiji:
"The best thing I've ever done in my life was putting Ah Jun in charge. It feels like a dream. I never imagined I'd be holding a meeting in this building one day!"

Chuanbao was wearing a designer suit and tie, and had even styled his sparse hair.

"Asu, how much did it cost to acquire this building?"

The clerk, Su, was a secretary in charge of the accounts. He spoke politely to Chuanbao:
"A total of 130 million was used. The company's directors jointly own the property rights. Brother Jun said that real estate prices will continue to soar within the next ten years, so this transaction is definitely a sure thing."

"The top three floors are reserved for company offices, with each director having a private office. The bottom 33 floors are all rented out, generating substantial rental income every year."

"We'll hold all our meetings here from now on; it'll save us a lot of trouble!"

Yang Jun has been pushing for the organization to become more formalized and corporatized, abandoning some harmful shady businesses and taking a more legitimate path, becoming a law-abiding taxpayer.

Chuanbao was very smug and said with a smile:

"I'm also a director of the Hesheng Group. Come on, let's take a look at my office!"

Not only the company directors, but even the branch managers were assigned a 20-square-meter office, which was already simply decorated.

The man in the suit, accompanied by several of his men, looked around his office and smiled.

"From now on, if anyone dares to call me a short mule, I'm still an office manager, a brain-eater!"

The plane sat in a large, comfortable executive chair, spun around several times, and in front of him was a pear wood desk with his nameplate on it: Wang He, branch manager.

Yes, the plane's real name is Wang He.

"Brother Airplane, when will I be able to take the lead?"

The underlings looked on with envy. Seeing Brother Airplane dressed in a suit and tie, looking so dashing, who wouldn't want to be in such a glamorous position!

Working in this building, it's so prestigious!

"If you have the opportunity, do your best to serve the company!"

The plane sat in the boss's chair, smoking a cigarette and flicking the ash into the ashtray.

"Airplane Bro, meeting's in session!"

A young man in a suit called out from outside. Fei Ji responded and came out. He found many footsteps in the corridor. Nine-Dragon, Luo Tianhong, Zhan Mi, Yu Tou Biao, Gao Lao, Da Pu Hei and others were all dressed in black suits and ties.

An oval conference table, large enough to seat more than twenty people, was set up in the meeting room. It was covered with nameplates. The directors were on the left and the branch managers were on the right. People sat down according to the positions of their nameplates.

Han Bin is the company's chairman and sits in the center.

"Mr. Yang, please take this seat of honor."

Han Bin dared not sit in the main seat, so he quickly gave his seat to Yang Jun and sat down next to him.

Yang Jun waved his hand and said with a smile:

"I'm just a director; you're the chairman of the board. You truly deserve this position!"

Helian Group mainly operates in the entertainment industry, shipping industry, security company, etc. The largest shareholder is Yang Jun, but Yang Jun does not serve as chairman. He has handed over the management rights to Han Bin, who is the one in charge.

My uncle became a company director, the regional boss became the manager of a group branch, and a foreign executive was hired to manage the company.

When the people present saw a blond, blue-eyed foreigner in the conference room, they couldn't help but ask each other curiously.

"Who's this foreigner? Does the gang recruit foreigners?"

Luo Tianhong was completely bewildered. He had never heard of any tribal organization recruiting foreigners, so how could these foreigners possibly be willing to be his underlings?

"I don't know! Mr. Yang brought him in."

Yang Jun shrugged, introduced the foreigner to the directors and branch managers present, and said with a smile:

"This is Mr. Wei Li, who previously served as the General Manager of Chinese Estates Holdings. He has extensive experience in running businesses, and the group intends to hire him as the company's General Manager. Let's give him a round of applause!"

Good heavens! Everyone was stunned. They hired a foreigner to work for the company!

Luo Tianhong was very excited. It was so awesome! The foreigners who used to be high and mighty have now been reduced to working class.

Luo Tianhong led the applause, and Zhanmi, Yutoubiao, Chuanbao and others followed suit. The meeting room erupted in applause, which made Wei Li's expression, the foreigner, look a little better.

"Mr. Wei Li, it seems you're quite popular!"

Yang Jun, with a cigar in his mouth, joked with Wei Li, the foreigner.

Wei Li gave a wry smile. He was forced to come. With his qualifications and connections, he could earn a million-dollar annual salary no matter where he worked.

Why would he work for a company with triad connections? It's because he owes Macau a gambling debt and has to work there to pay it off.

A renowned business whiz in Hong Kong has been reduced to working for a newly established group. How frustrating!
However, Wei Li didn't dare to act arrogantly. The directors and branch managers in the conference room were not to be trifled with. If he didn't work properly, he might end up being reclaimed from the sea!

"Thank you all for your support. I will work hard to get the Helian Group listed as soon as possible!"

The newly appointed professional manager delivered a passionate speech, but the audience's reaction was lukewarm.

Yang Jun led the applause, which enlivened the atmosphere. The meeting mainly discussed the next strategic direction of Helian Group, which was to standardize and corporatize the company, expand its assets, and then list the company on the stock exchange.

Going public? Han Bin's eyes lit up. If the company went public, all the original shareholders could make a fortune!
(End of this chapter)