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"Thank you so much for the promotion, Brother Bei!"

Huo Baoming was overjoyed and quickly bowed to express his gratitude.

At this moment, Gao Jin spoke again, his tone tinged with concern.

"Brother Bei, I'm capable of handling things at the martial arts school."

"But I have no management experience with property management companies and I'm worried that I might not be capable enough and delay your plans."

Lin Bei gently shook his head, poured a cup of hot tea for each of them, and spoke in a gentle tone.

"No one in the world is born with expertise in everything; everyone learns and grows through exploration."

"Ah Jin, I have always highly recognized your abilities and perseverance."

Lin Bei knew that Gao Jin had held a high position in his previous life, in charge of prisons, and his management skills and ability to control people were top-notch.

Managing a property management company is a piece of cake for him.

Gao Jin felt a surge of deep gratitude upon experiencing Lin Bei's complete trust.

"Thank you for giving me this opportunity, Brother Bei. I will do my best and never let you down."

Lin Bei nodded in satisfaction, took out two cigars, and handed them to the two men respectively.

"We're about the same age, so there's no need to be so formal."

"Just call me Brother Bei in private from now on. Calling me Mr. Lin is too formal."

"Understood, Brother Bei!"

Gao Jin readily agreed, his tone becoming increasingly friendly.

In the following time, Lin Bei explained in detail the property management company's operating model, management rules, and profit logic.

He directly copied the mature property management system from his previous life, with the only change being that he replaced all the company employees with his own gangsters.

"As for the staff uniforms, I will contact the garment factory to expedite their production."

Lin Bei spoke seriously, setting the rules.

"From now on, when my underlings are on duty, they must all wear suits and ties, with the company's exclusive badge on their chests, and they must always look sharp and capable."

"Those gangsters only know how to fight and kill; they'll be finished sooner or later."

"We need to gradually transform our shady operations into legitimate and industrial companies."

Huo Baoming seemed to understand but not quite, scratched his head, and spoke bluntly.

"Brother Bei, I'm thinking of getting a tattoo soon."

"Wearing a tank top in the summer and showing it off on the street is so stylish."

Lin Bei raised his hand and slapped him on the back of the head, the force neither too light nor too heavy.

"What kind of tattoo?"

"Does not having tattoos mean you can't be a gangster?"

"If you're a gang member who doesn't use their brain, you'll be a useless bum for life!"

"If you really want to get a tattoo, then get a family portrait tattooed for me."

"Take it off when you go home for Chinese New Year and show it to your parents. Be a good son for a day."

Huo Baoming shrank back, not daring to say anything more, and silently gave up the idea of ​​getting a tattoo.

Knock knock knock!

The knocking broke the silence inside the house.

"Come in."

Lin Bei muttered a slightly helpless remark.

"Today is quite lively, one wave after another, it just won't stop."

The door was pushed open, and Liang Kun, with a charming woman in his arms, strolled leisurely into the office, his expression nonchalant and unrestrained.

"Hey, Bei, in a meeting?"

Huo Baoming and Gao Jin quickly stood up and greeted him respectfully.

"Brother Kun!"

Liang Kun nodded casually, his gaze falling on Gao Jin, taking a few more glances.

"You must be Ah Jin?"

"I've heard about your exploits; you're quite skilled."

"Work hard for Ah Bei, and I guarantee you'll live a life of luxury and have a bright future."

Gao Jin responded with a polite smile and respect.

"I will definitely work hard and live up to Brother Kun's guidance."

Lin Bei gestured for Liang Kun to sit down, his tone casual.

"Hey buddy, what brings you here today?"

"Is this your new sister-in-law?"

Liang Kun put his arm around the waist of the fire extinguisher next to him and gave her instructions.

"Call me Uncle."

The woman greeted him in a soft, obedient voice.

"Uncle."

"Don't be so polite, please sit down, sister-in-law!"

Lin Bei smiled and nodded in response.

Liang Kun sat down and looked up at Lin Bei, speaking bluntly.

"I see you've been so busy expanding your business lately that you've probably forgotten about the important matters."

"The new movie has been confirmed to start filming. How much money are you planning to invest? You should at least give me a minimum guarantee, right?"

Lin Bei then remembered this matter, hesitated for a moment, and casually quoted the amount.

"Let's invest 50 million to test the waters first."

"How many???"

Liang Kun's pupils contracted sharply, his face filled with shock, and he subconsciously raised his voice.

He knew his cousin was wealthy, but he didn't expect him to be so generous.

"Just how many cards are you hiding, kid?"

Lin Bei glanced at him indifferently, his tone flat.

"Shouldn't my money be split between the two of us brothers?"

Liang Kun chuckled twice, his tone carrying a hint of roguishness.

"My whole family will depend on you from now on, so you'd better work hard to earn money."

"Leave all the dirty and tiring work, like killing or arson, to me."

He spoke with an air of righteous indignation, frankness, and arrogance.

Lin Bei glanced down at his watch and made a suggestion.

"OK!"

"It's getting late, why don't we have dinner together tonight?"

"I recruited a group of veterans from the north and plan to set up a security company. I just wanted to talk to you about it."

"OK! I'll treat you tonight."

With a wave of his hand, Liang Kun exuded generosity.

"A new restaurant has opened in Mong Kok. The dishes are authentic and the environment is elegant. Let's go and try it out."

"Then I won't stand on ceremony."

Lin Bei casually agreed and instructed Huo Baoming and Gao Jin to inform Yaowen and Wang Jianjun's group to gather at the restaurant for a meal.

As night fell, the group gathered at the restaurant.

At the dinner table, Lin Bei explained the operational plans and profit models of the security company and the property management company to Liang Kun in detail.

Liang Kun listened with great interest, his eyes full of admiration.

My cousin is quick-witted and insightful; he always comes up with novel ideas that others wouldn't think of.

......

Meanwhile, at another private club in Tsim Sha Tsui.

Blanch!

Gandhi clutched a stack of photographs, veins bulging on his forehead, his heavy breathing echoing in the enclosed room.

"Guohua, you bastard! How dare you lay a finger on my wife?"

"And that black bastard, I treated him like a brother, but he treated me like a sucker!"

"They embezzled millions of dollars worth of my goods without my consent, and now they want me to take the blame!"

"The most outrageous thing is Wen Zheng's pink sausage!"

"How dare they harm my daughter and drug her! They're utterly depraved!"

Anger surged to his head, Gandhi's chest heaved violently, his muscles tensed, and he almost lost control of his emotions, nearly exploding into rage on the spot.

Han Chen sat quietly opposite him, his eyes dark and deep, his tone calm and indifferent.

"Gandhi, of the five members of the Tsim Sha Tsui gang, you are the one I admire the most."

"Your abilities and loyalty are among the best of the group."

"So I don't want to see you end up like me, manipulated by others and ending up in a miserable state."

Gandhi forcibly suppressed his surging anger, looked up at Han Chen, and spoke in a hoarse and cold tone.

"Han Chen, there's no need for unnecessary words."

"Just tell me, what do you want me to do?"

Han Chen's lips slowly curled into a cold smile, his eyes fierce, and his words clear and distinct.

"Let's join forces to wipe them out, and then split all of the Ni family's assets equally!"