Hong Kong variety show: I, Big Guy, didn't cheat!

As they spoke, the three brothers got into the car. Ding Haokun drove. "Tianhong, go back and recruit another two hundred people. Ask the current two hundred people who know how to decorate. If they don't, have them learn. Let them decorate our shops. People can't be idle!"

"Huh? The thug went to do renovation work?"

"Nonsense, I hire them, they get a base salary, and the bonuses are several times higher than other gangs. I even teach them kung fu and provide them with equipment. I don't use them as cannon fodder, so what's wrong with letting them do the work?"

I'm a gangster, not a philanthropist. They'll be working as security guards at the factory later; the factory will pay them a separate salary.

Those who are willing to work stay, those who aren't can leave. Do you think we brothers have enough reputation to not be able to find people?

"Of course not, I'll tell them when I get back!"

"Yes, let's make this clear: we won't let them remain mediocre forever. We'll teach them skills, and it won't cost us anything. This is about teaching them how to fish, so don't push your luck!"

"Big brother is right!" Luo Tianhong nodded.

"By the way, I heard that many South Asians come to Hong Kong to beg for food, and most of them don't have ID cards; they're all undocumented, right?"

"Yes, most of them become mercenaries, a small number follow the Big Circle and become gangsters in Guangdong and Hong Kong, and some honestly work odd jobs, doing anything for money!"

"Yes, this time we're recruiting, also fifty South Asians. We'll get a piece of land in Saigon and build a large cold storage facility to store frozen goods. We'll have them work there. We'll secretly train them to be recruiters; if there's any dirty work to do later, we can assign them to it, saving us from getting our hands dirty!"

"Okay, I'll arrange it when I get back!"

When the three brothers drove to the headquarters of Wo Shing Wo, they were showing off their seafood and giving out bonuses to their brothers. But the atmosphere inside was not so good!

The Tsuen Wan gang was full of big Ds, with arrogant, cool, and cocky expressions. They looked down on everyone and were extremely rude.

Ah Le had his head down, so his expression was not visible. The other hall masters also looked very grim, as did the uncles!

The door opened, and Uncle Deng, leaning on his cane, slowly walked in. Everyone in the room stood up and greeted him, "Uncle Deng!"

"Well, please sit down. The gang's plan was originally successful. Although we lost some underlings, we gained a lot of territory. But things are much more difficult in Tsim Sha Tsui. We finally got the territory, but then lost it. The losses among our men were also unexpected."

"Uncle Deng, it's my fault. I didn't expect Big Kun to be such a good fighter. Could we get the gang's gunmen to take him out? I'm sure I can get my territory back in Tsim Sha Tsui!"

Big D looked annoyed. "Take it? What are you going to use to take it? Big Kun is now the boss of Tsim Sha Tsui. He has even divided up his territory among the Hung Hing triad leaders. Now, his territory is full of the men of ten triad leaders."

Even if Big Kun is dead, if you dare to touch our territory in Tsim Sha Tsui, ten gang leaders will beat you up! We have gunmen, don't Hung Hing have them? The beautiful madam in Sham Shui Po has more gunmen than we do!" Big D was arrogant, but his wife was smart and had already found out everything.

Chuan Bao slammed his fist on the table. "Fight! We absolutely have to fight! Otherwise, our reputation and that of Lian Sheng will be worthless, and people will think we're easy to bully!"

The other uncles nodded in agreement. Uncle Deng slowly spoke, "Big D, if I asked you to send troops into Tsim Sha Tsui, would you have any objections?"

"Of course I have no objection, but let me make this clear in advance: I can't afford that much resettlement allowance! As you all know, I've completely monopolized Tsuen Wan, and the resettlement allowance alone has cost me over 30 million, which has already emptied my savings."

And then there's that big guy Kun. We have to take him down before we make a move, otherwise, no matter how many of us go, it'll be useless. Damn it, that big guy Kun is a complete lunatic. I heard he's wearing armor, is that something a human would do?

He can even overturn a minibus with a stick. Now everyone's saying he's a reincarnated overlord. He's tough to deal with!

Uncle Deng breathed a sigh of relief. "We can't lose the reputation of Wo Luen Shing. We must find a way to win it back, but using gunmen won't work. It would break the rules. If others use guns too, and things get out of hand, the cops will take us down."

"What can we do? We can't win in a fight, and we can't use hired guns. Are we just going to work him to death?"

"I'll talk to Liang Kun. We can give up the prince's territory, but we want to take back the three streets we took from the Ni family. If that doesn't work, we can give them some money."

Since we can't take over Big Kun's territory, we can target Wang Bao's. From Causeway Bay to Tsim Sha Tsui, Wang Bao has suffered heavy losses; three of his top henchmen are dead, and more than half of his thugs are either crippled or in the hospital.

"Big D, this time you're in charge. Everyone else will send troops to help. The resettlement allowance will be paid by the gang. If we win, you get half the territory, and the rest we'll split! How about that?"

"Sure, why not? That bastard Wang Bao was selling his stuff on my turf before. I've been wanting to take him down for a long time. This time, we'll take him down!" Big D was the first to speak up.

The other hall masters looked at each other and nodded in agreement. Now was the best time to deal with Wang Bao and they could also cut their losses and recover some money!

"Okay, we all support it!"

Although Ah Le nodded in agreement, he was the most unhappy. He had put in the most effort, but all he got was a share of Wang Bao's territory, and a small portion at that, maybe just one or two bars or nightclubs. He was losing a lot of money!

Ding Haokun had just finished speaking and was about to get into his car when he saw a girl in the distance staring at a pastry shop, her long legs looking very familiar!

"You guys go first, don't wait for me. Drive the car away too!"

"Brother, maybe I should stay. We just took down Wo Luen Shing and Wong Po. What if they try something underhanded?"

"Get lost! I can't even handle their dirty tricks, what good are you staying here to take a bullet for me? Don't stop me from picking up girls!"

Luo Tianhong saw the girl across the street; her back view looked familiar. He was speechless. His boss was good in every way, except his belt was too loose. How could a martial artist be near women! Women would only slow him down!

"Then be careful, brother."

"Get lost! There's no one here who can kill me!"

After seeing the five brothers off, he crossed the street and placed his large hand on the woman's shoulder. "Are you hungry?"

The woman turned around in surprise, took several steps back, and relaxed slightly when she saw it was Ding Haokun. "It's you?"

"What, don't you recognize me? Looks like you're not doing so well, haven't found your relatives?"

"We found it, but the birth certificate is gone, and the midwife is dead. No one can prove that I was born in Hong Kong," Hong Kong-born said in a low voice.

"Then how come you're so poor you can't even afford food? Don't your relatives help you?"

"My uncle noticed something was wrong with my expression and tried to grope me when my aunt wasn't around, so I ran away. I don't have an ID card, so I can only work illegally."

"Can't get paid?" Ding Haokun asked with a playful expression.

"Yeah, I could only eat the customers' leftovers. When it was time to pay wages, the boss called the police to arrest me, but luckily I ran fast!"

Seeing her get a harsh lesson from society, Ding Haokun couldn't suppress the smile on his face. People may teach you a lesson, but experience teaches you something after just one lesson. "That boss must have his eye on you too, right?"

"Yeah!" Hong Sheng looked speechless. "How did you know?"

"That's not important. What's important is that my previous conditions still stand. Do you want to agree? This is your last chance."

"Can't you just coax me or say something nice?" Hong Sheng said, looking annoyed.

Ding Haokun was speechless. "I'm paying for you to live a life of luxury, pulling strings to get you a visa, and pampering you. Does that make me a bootlicker? We're just getting what we need. How dare you say such a fairy-like thing?"

With a gentle smile, he said, "Let me treat you to dinner first. After dinner, tell me your decision. My patience is limited." He then put his arm around her shoulder and walked into the restaurant, ordering another table of seafood.

Ding Haokun knew her decision from the fact that Gang Sheng neither refused nor avoided her.

As expected, after she wolfed down her food, she readily agreed, without any of her earlier hesitation.

He still had to consider his woman's feelings. He drove to the Regent Hotel and booked a presidential suite. (Three hundred thousand words omitted) He let her look at the dazzling night view of Hong Kong through the one-way glass with dreamy eyes and understand the benefits of being with him!

The next day, he was still sleeping with Hong Sheng in his arms when the phone rang. "Brother, last night Wong Po and Wo Luen Shing had a fight in Tsim Sha Tsui. Wo Luen Shing caught Wong Po off guard. Big D led the team and deployed more than 2,000 thugs. Wong Po suffered heavy losses."

"Oh? Wo Luen Shing is quite bold. Have you forgotten that Wong Po's Wo Hsiao-li and Lien Hao-lung's loyalty and trustworthiness are very good friends?"

"Brother, have you forgotten? We ripped off Zhongxinyi, and they're broke. They can barely afford to pay resettlement allowances, let alone have the energy to take care of Wang Bao. I feel this is an opportunity for us. Shall we take advantage of the chaos?"

"Hehe, you've improved, kid. You've learned to think things through now. Not bad. But I think it's unwise to act rashly now. Besides Wo Luen Shing, there are quite a few other triads eyeing this lucrative Tsim Sha Tsui. We can wait a bit longer."

I remember Wang Bao's place was a high-rise building, and that fatso even opened a bar on the top floor, right?

"Yes, that's true. What do you mean, brother?"

"Go contact Wang Bao and tell him I want to buy his building. The price will be based on market value. As long as he's willing to sell, I won't interfere in his business with Wo Luen Shing."

"Understood, brother, you really know how to take advantage of a crisis. I'll contact Wang Bao right now!"

"Get lost! I call this cooperation. Wang Bao protected his territory, and we bought the building—a win-win situation!"

"But the building is on Wong Po's turf. What if he defeats Wo Luen Shing and then turns around and attacks us?"

Ding Haokun sneered, "Do you think I'd give him a chance? Big D's Tsuen Wan is also one of Hong Kong's military strongholds. Can Wang Bao still handle Big D now?"

"Big brother, you're so mean!"

"You motherfucker, this is slander! Are you itching for a beating again?"

"My mother died in the refugee camp. If you want to take action, you'll have to find the body first, but I reckon it's already rotten!" Gao Jin hung up the phone as soon as he finished speaking, not giving Ding Haokun a chance to retort!

Feeling cheated, Ding Haokun turned to see Gang Sheng, who had just woken up. He posted a Hupu (a Chinese sports forum) post, which omitted 100,000 words, and finally calmed down.