The Underground Emperor: Starting from Running Away with Sister-in-law

Looking at Zhao Bingjin's haggard face, Ding Xin said meaningfully:

"Take a good rest and then check if there is anything that has not been cleaned up. Don't make any mistakes. You will have a heavy burden in the future!"

...

Two days later.

After listening to Zhao Bingjin's report, Ding Xin's mouth couldn't stop twitching.

Zhao Pengshu's accounts for several industries have been sorted out, leaving aside the market that is temporarily unprofitable and the nightclub that has not yet opened.

The karaoke bar makes about 45 million in profit every month.

The discotheque makes a monthly profit of about 35 million, and the two massage parlors make a combined monthly profit of about 40 million.

That means the total profit of these places is 120 million won a month, which is about 90,000 US dollars...

That sounds good, but it's actually not that much.

You have to know that this money is not all income. He has a group of subordinates to support. It is considered good if he can get half of it every month.

However, the scale of these industries is not large, and this is just a poor place in North Gyeongsang Province, so it is already very good to have such a profit.

And this is the result of Zhao Pengshu and his gang monopolizing the business here.

No wonder Zhao Pengshu placed his hopes on that nightclub.

According to Zhao Bingjin, Zhao Pengshu had evaluated the nightclub.

The profit in one month after the official operation can reach at least 100 million, which is considered a gold mine in this poor place.

After listening to the report, Ding Xin felt a little unmotivated.

The total amount of money they make is not as much as a large karaoke bar in Seoul, and he still calls himself the president.

How can such a small group of people live a life of luxury and debauchery? How can they support their followers?

No wonder the fighting ability is so poor!

Seeing Ding Xin's complexion getting worse and worse, Zhao Bingjin also had some vague guesses, and he also learned it from Wu Taizhi in the past few days.

The evil star in front of him came from Seoul and was said to be a cadre of a big gang.

No wonder they look down on these industries. After all, a small place is still a small place. How can it compare with Seoul?

"Brother, I have squeezed out all the money Yangji and Changwu have plundered over the years, and there is also some emergency funds that Zhao Pengshu prepared before..."

Wow, there is such a good thing?

Ding Xin suddenly became alert.

"how many?"

"There are more than 200 million in total, plus the balance in the company's account this month, the total is 230 million won..."

Zhao Bingjin reported with some envy that to be honest, he had never seen such a large sum of cash in his entire life.

But he didn't dare to have any bad thoughts, because the man in front of him was the kind of person who would chop off his hands if he didn't agree with him...

"Where's the money?" Ding Xin asked immediately.

It is true that one cannot get rich without unexpected fortune. Compared with those long-term industries, this one is still more attractive.

"They are all in my car, but..." Zhao Bingjin looked hesitant.

"What's wrong?" Ding Xin frowned.

What do you mean, any ideas?

"Brother, the medical bills for those people in the hospital have not been paid yet..." Zhao Bingjin said hesitantly.

"None of my business!"

Ding Xin cursed without thinking: "He's not my little brother."

"Brother, I am your younger brother now..." Zhao Bingjin said stiffly.

Although Zhao Pengshu's property was transferred to himself, everyone knows that Ding Xin is behind him. He would not take the property and then abandon the people. Who would work for you?

Uh, Ding Xin was choked.

Yeah, it seems like he is my little brother now...

This is fucking embarrassing, the time is too short, he hasn't changed his identity yet...

Chapter 12: Improving Strength Again

In the end, Ding Xin only kept 150 million, and the remaining 80 million was taken away by Zhao Bingjin.

On the one hand, it is used to pay for the medical expenses of my younger brothers.

On the other hand, it is also a reward for him.

Ding Xin is not so naive. He wants the horse to run but also wants it not to eat grass.

Looking at Zhao Bingjin's departing back, Ding Xin seemed to be thinking about something.

He was not worried that Zhao Bingjin would lie.

Obviously, Zhao Bingjin didn't have the courage to do that.

You know, he had wasted ten years, and if it weren't for me coming, he wouldn't even dare to fall out with Zhao Pengshu.

What’s more, I am even more ruthless than Zhao Pengshu?

But he is not his confidant after all.

They had known each other for so short a time that their loyalty was questionable, although he himself had no close confidants at the moment.

Or it's because of time, it's too rushed...

At present, I have no one who can be used under my command.

Besides, I have to go back to Seoul eventually. I can't waste my whole life in this tiny place, right?

After thinking about it for a while, he made a decision.

It's time to talk to my sister-in-law...

Forget it, let’s put these trivial matters aside. Now that I have money, I should continue to improve my own strength.

Blacksmith need its own hardware!

As long as you are strong enough, everything else is nothing...

Without further ado, Ding Xin first recharged 3 million Korean won, plus the seven lottery chances rewarded from the previous mission, to make a ten-draw draw!

"lottery!"

"Glock 17 pistol...stick...dog-leg knife...experience book (10), English level 1..."

"Fuck, come again, recharge 10 million."

"Ten consecutive draws!"

"... Korean... Dog-leg knife... Experience book (10), Italian level 1..."

"Damn it, another ten million!"

"Ten consecutive openings!"

"Fuck, keep going for 10 million!"

......

Just like that, Ding Xin got excited...

Ding Xin became more and more excited the more he drew, so he drew ten times in a row seven times, and the system lottery was forced to upgrade.

Looking at the lottery system that has turned into 10 million at a time, and the only 85 million in cash left on him.

Ding Xin's heated mind finally cooled down.

Although he can still draw eight more times individually, his purpose remains unchanged, and he has to collect ten consecutive draws at level two!

That's a chance to get a guaranteed third-level reward.

He is so frugal!

Ding Xin, who had just been rushing in without thinking, calmed down and began to sort out the gains from this lottery.

Put aside those sticks, dog-leg knives and the like...

还有柔术LV1，空手道LV1，泰拳LV1，英语LV1、日语LV1、菲律宾短棍术LV1、意大利语LV1、三十六本10点经验书。

Plus three Glock 17 pistols and three extra magazines...

The corners of his mouth twitched. What's the use of having so many language skills!

After learning all the skills you have drawn, Jujitsu, Karate, and Muay Thai should improve your physical fitness.

As for the Philippine short stick technique...

Thinking that most of the gangsters here use baseball bats and bayonets, Ding Xin inexplicably felt that the Filipino short stick technique was not bad.

Although this set of skills is called short stick technique.

But in fact, not only short sticks can be used, but also short knives, long sticks, etc. This is a practical skill that special police from all countries have specially practiced.

As for the other two languages...

He originally wanted to disassemble it directly, but after hesitating for a moment, he decided to learn it first.

Internationalization is the trend, and maybe he will go global in the future.

The properties panel now becomes:

【Name: Ding Xin】

【Age: 20】

【Overall physical fitness: 14.2】

[Special Skill: 10 cubic meters of portable space]

【常规技能：韩语、汉语LV4（0/10000)，机动车驾驶LV2（0/100），散打LV3（40/1000），射击LV2（0/100）