Reborn in Hong Kong, my cousin is Crippled Ho

Chapter 19 I'll learn from you, Young Master Yuan

The term "shiye" originally referred to a private advisor hired by officials in the past.

When it evolved into gangs and societies, it naturally became a synonym for senior clerical staff.

Biandanwei not only held the title of Red Pole, but he also gained real power, serving as the head of the Hehongshun Shek Kip Mei branch.

Logically speaking, a big shot in the martial arts world who reaches this level would usually have a clerk (accountant) working alongside him who is also a low-ranking official.

Who told him that, among the businesses with the "He" prefix, He Hongshun's was one of the oldest and smallest, dilapidated ones?

Despite having the title "Master," the "Master" in question was actually just a secondary school teacher who had made a mistake and had his registration revoked by the Education Department.

Perhaps Master Ming is still fantasizing about one day being able to return to the podium.

Therefore, he was just hanging blue lanterns with Hong Shun, not a formal member.

Only because of Biandanwei's trust was he qualified to manage the accounts at [Dashun Mahjong Parlor].

As a result, Master Ming was naturally very careful in his work and conduct.

He couldn't offend his powerful backer, nor could he leave too much leverage over the gang leaders and give them a chance to control him.

For ordinary people, making a living is not easy.

This is not!

As expected of Biandanwei's words, the clerk Ming shut his mouth and buried his head to continue counting.

Biandanwei was somewhat dissatisfied, but he also knew that with his current strength, without the ability to bribe his way to success, it was indeed impossible to rush into recruiting a talent like Shiye Ming.

Stroking his chin, Bian Danwei called over his henchman, who was in charge of gathering intelligence: "Yesterday I told you to raid Ah Hao's two new noodle stalls, any news yet?"

"Brother Wei, not yet." The henchman looked anxious.

"No need to investigate then!" Biandanwei tossed a good luck stick over and gave an additional task: "Have the brothers check who Tie Tou has been in contact with these past two days."

The other party should be from Chaozhou. Once you find this information, don't act rashly, report it to me immediately!

The henchman took the cigarette, tucked it behind his ear, nodded, and left.

This is not the place where Biandanwei is preparing to deal with Lin Yuanshan.

Instead, he wanted to see if he could use Tie Tou's connection to get to know the boss the other party was talking about.

Working for the wealthy was a major source of income for gangs of all sizes in Hong Kong during this period.

In the martial arts world today, every large gang with over 10,000 members is backed by a major businessman.

It's not that if you join the underworld, you can only make money through shady means.

Docks, warehouses, and even factories—any low-level job that requires manpower is a battleground for these gang leaders.

In the future, members can be assigned to these positions, which will both appease people and allow the gang to extract profits, thus providing them with a stable source of income.

For a gang to grow, it needs to seize territory.

That would require fighting with hostile forces, and fighting would inevitably result in casualties.

Medical expenses, funeral expenses, and resettlement money—counting them all adds up to a whole host of colorful banknotes.

The side with the support of a major financial backer (a big merchant) naturally has the confidence to fight to the bitter end against the opposing forces.

By the mid-to-late 1980s, Hong Kong had completely transformed into an international financial center.

With the relocation of a large number of manufacturing industries and the mechanization of docks and warehouses, the traditional large merchants have significantly reduced their demand for low-level labor.

In addition, the British Hong Kong government failed in negotiations and agreed to return Hong Kong to us. The foreigners deliberately let the triads run rampant, which led to the frequent occurrence of the bizarre phenomenon of wealthy people being kidnapped and extorted by triad members.

It was the 60s. Not only were gangsters the vicious dogs of big businessmen, but even Chinese police officers needed big money to buy their way into office.

Lin Yuanshan naturally did not expect that Tie Tou would say he was going to give Biandanwei an explanation that morning.

As a result, this fool's vague words led Biandanwei to mistakenly believe that Lin Yuanshan was a big water pipe.

At this moment, Lin Yuanshan finished his lunch in the canteen and walked out of the factory alone.

Tie Tou had returned from Da Shun Mahjong Parlor and was squatting alone in the corner to cool off. When he saw Lin Yuanshan come out, he quickly got up.

"How did it go? Was it all right?" Lin Yuanshan asked, having not seen the rickshaw he had ridden in the past two days.

Tie Tou nodded: "It went smoothly, I guess."

I returned the car to Brother Wei and made things clear.

"I was afraid he'd be unhappy, so I even gave him the 100 yuan you gave me as compensation for the car's depreciation."

"Huh? Why are you being so generous today?" Lin Yuanshan looked at Tie Tou in shock: "That piece of junk car of yours wouldn't even be worth 100 yuan if you sold it."

Tie Tou scratched the back of his head and chuckled sheepishly, "I learned this from you! These past few days, I've realized that if you want to do great things, you can't be stingy!"

"you!

I'm the boss, and in some situations, I have to bite the bullet and keep up the act.

Besides, every time I spend money, I do it with a specific purpose in mind.

And Iron Head Bro, you're just a guy, what's the point of you showing off in front of Biandanwei?

Anyone who didn't know better would think you'd been working for some big boss, that you'd have the nerve to casually post a picture of an average person's monthly income to show off after only two days!" Lin Yuanshan became increasingly frustrated as he spoke, pointing at Tie Tou and cursing, "You're such a loser!"

This morning, I teamed up with Little Rabbit, playing the victim and helping Qiaoru light her cigarettes.

I worked so hard to scam 200 yuan, and even if I bought a 555 pack, I would save 8 sticks and keep them with you...

Clutching his chest, Lin Yuanshan made a V-sign with his index and middle fingers: "Forget it, the money's already spent, there's no point in saying anything now. Give me a 555 to help me get my blood pressure down."

"That's all." Tie Tou spread his hands, looking embarrassed, and said, "I'll toast Brother Wei first when I come in. We've settled things, and now I'm leaving the mahjong parlor."

I think I'll probably see everyone very rarely in the future.

I gave one to each of the He Hongshun brothers present, and that was it.

Lin Yuanshan laughed in exasperation, pointing at Tie Tou while shaking his head helplessly.

At this point, Tie Tou realized that he had only learned a half-baked way of doing things from Lin Yuanshan, and that he had basically been making stupid mistakes all morning.

He patted his pockets and pulled out a few coins: "Young Master Yuan, I have one dollar and twenty cents left. Wait ten minutes, I'll go to the corner store and buy a bag."

"Are you going to buy another feather?"

It's almost one o'clock in the afternoon, and I'm getting ready to go back to work." Lin Yuanshan called out to Tie Tou, pointing in the direction of the fortified village: "You're free this afternoon, so don't wander around outside."

Now that you've returned the car, you can go home first. Also, tell Little Rabbit not to save me dinner tonight; I have plans.

Tie Tou said "oh" and, before boarding the tram, kept asking Lin Yuanshan who he had arranged to meet that night and where.

This guy claims that as a follower, he must protect his boss closely.

In fact, Lin Yuanshan had already seen through his little scheme; he was just hoping to get a free meal.

After seeing that simpleton off, the factory bell rang to signal the start of work.

Lin Yuanshan had just entered the door when Lao Yu appeared at the intersection.

He was sitting in a rickshaw, urging the driver to go faster.

With a flushed face, Old Yu got off the bus at the factory gate, threw down a dollar for the fare, and ran in quickly.