Rebirth of the Financial Overlord

Someone couldn't help it.

There are more than a thousand members in Yunji.

In Hong Kong, there are so many people with their families who can't support themselves just by the legitimate profits of the fruit wholesale market.

The purpose of coming out to make a living is to support the family, and if you don’t work in the profitable industry, where else can you go to earn a living?

"Third Brother. I'm not against it. I also know that you are worried that the club will be liquidated after 1997. But we are a gangster society. If you don't start work, you will lose your job. There are still seven or eight mouths waiting for dinner at home. Look at it."

People, always lack a big brother to take the lead.

Someone spoke first, and immediately someone else spoke.

"Third brother. Brother Yao is right, if you don't start work, you can't live on business in the wholesale market!"

"Yes, third brother, do you see?"

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Peng San listened quietly.

Holding a cigar left by the dead ghost Lian Kun in his hand, he slowly cut it.

To be a big brother, you have to overwhelm the younger brother with momentum.

It has to be moderately aggressive.

Like smoking a cigar.

That's not how it works in movies.

A faint fragrance surges from the taste buds, with a hint of sweetness.

A fine Cuban cigar.

After savoring it very much, Peng San took a deep breath.

"Aww"

The chaotic second floor suddenly became very quiet.

The eldest brother Peng San bent over and retched as if he had been poisoned.

"Pfft."

I don't know who couldn't hold back the laughter.

With this smile, many people pursed their lips.

The chaotic and exciting atmosphere in the room was relieved, replaced by a funny and joyful atmosphere.

Pretending to fail.

Peng San blushed involuntarily, he knew that he might have made a fool of himself.

"Ahem!"

He threw away the cigar in his hand and coughed twice to cover it up.

"Did I say not to let everyone start working?"

When it came to business, everyone immediately suppressed their laughter.

Someone asked unhappily.

"You can't sell drugs, you can't operate a meat stall, and you can't collect protection fees. How can you start working? They all go to the streets to pick up trash!"

"Third Brother, don't be angry. Brother Yao just speaks his mind."

Peng San was not angry.

Force can be used to suppress for a while, but it is useless to prevent people from eating.

"I know everyone is very dissatisfied. But have you ever thought about it? 97 will be a few years away. At that time, believe it or not, you will be shot immediately for selling drugs?"

"In the eyes of the British, Hong Kong is just a colony. We Chinese are no different from black slaves. As long as we have money, we can do whatever we want."

"But can the mainland government do this? Absolutely not. How could the imperial capital allow Heishhui to open at will? What is the majesty of the great country?"

The crowd fell silent.

"In the past few years, you should have heard that the three major associations are transferring their influence to Amsterdam and Canada. Why? They are not worried about being dealt with in the future. The three major associations are all afraid. How many of our heads have been chopped off? If you don't go the right way, That would kill."

"Of course, if you can immigrate in the future, I didn't say anything."

Immigrants are so easy to immigrate.

It's okay to be alone, dragging your family and wanting to go out is no different from going to heaven.

There are no millions of dollars, except for smuggling people.

What's more, any country will directly reject the identity involved in the underworld.

Silence, soundless silence.

Everyone understands the truth.

But after all, there are still a few years left in 97, if the current life can't go on, what's the future?

If no one speaks, this meeting cannot be opened again.

Peng San winked at his younger brother Bai Mao who was dragged up with one hand.

Baimao understood, he used advance as retreat.

"Third brother. 97 is still early, but if we don't start work now, we will be hungry soon!"

Everyone's eyes moved.

Even Peng San's own little brother said so, he can't still suppress it with force.

"Snapped!"

Peng San, who was seated above, slapped the table hard.

"I said you are all pig heads! It is illegal to collect protection fees, but we can do security."

"That's okay?"

"Why not? I have already registered the security company."

Everyone was dumbfounded.

The way many people looked at Peng San changed.

To come up with such a shameless method, no wonder he was able to directly ascend to the throne by means of thunder.

But they didn't know that Peng San was equally dumbfounded when he heard this shameless method.

"I've done the math. There are about 1,200 large and small stalls in the three streets we manage. According to the current property management fees and private security fees in the market, we can charge about 3 million a month. Compared with the past There will be a little more protection fees. And there are residential buildings behind the street, if they are also taken down, there will be more.”

"According to this standard, about one million profits can be used every month to subsidize the expenses of the brothers."

"If a brother is not satisfied with the income, he can still go to the company for training. I will hire security instructors from the mainland for training. After the training is over, they will be offered jobs. They can choose to stay in Hong Kong or develop internationally. The highest salary can be Reaching an annual salary of one million”

"And the company will help everyone buy a commercial insurance worth one million dollars."

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"Third Brother, what's the name of our security company?"

"First Security!"

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Castle Peak Club, one of the three major clubs in Hong Kong.

It claims to have 100,000 members, and its members are located in 18 districts of Hong Kong.

Such Qingshan Club is extremely terrifying, and even dare to challenge the Hong Kong government directly.

In the mid-1980s, a veteran elder brother of the Qingshan Club raped a certain college student forcibly, and was later sued by his family to the police station.

The results were astonishing.

The girl and her mother were knocked to death at the gate of the police station just after they finished giving their statements.

It's not over.

The girl's father and three brothers exposed the rampant gangsters to the media, hoping to use the power of the media to seek justice.

But the result.

After the major media exposed the truth of the incident, the girl's father and brother were thrown from the roof of the 23rd floor in public.

Three dead, one paralyzed.

Everyone knew that Qingshan Society did it, but in the end it still didn't matter.

The terrorist forces of Qingshan Society can be seen.

But recently, the Castle Peak Society, which once discolored Hong Kong citizens, suffered heavy losses. The hall in Tsim Sha Tsui was wiped out overnight.

Kowloon Tong, the emperor upstairs.

He Kuan was so gloomy that he almost dripped water.

The hall that was swept away belonged to him. If he hadn't been there that day, he would probably be in the morgue now.

"Brother Hao. With so many brothers, is this the way to go?"

"Ah Kuan, I know you hate me very much, and I wish I could kill Yunji directly. But have you considered the consequences?"

"Aren't they just a bunch of big circle boys, I'm afraid they won't succeed."

"Big circle guy? Ah Kuan, you've seen the closed-circuit TV too. Six people destroyed one of our halls without any damage. Do you think the average big circle guy is that powerful?"

He Kuan, who had a gloomy face, was taken aback.

He understood what Chen Hao meant.

"Should, probably not!"

"It's hard to say. What if it is?"

"So forget it?"

"Otherwise? This is not something you and I can bear."

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