"Give me this much, is it enough for yourselves?" Xu Chen asked, glancing at the PIN on the bank card, but still obediently put the bank card into his storage bag.
"Don't worry, senior. It's enough. After decades of hard work, the last thing we lack now is money."
"Senior, I've finished eating." Xu Yuedong looked at the food on the table, which he had eaten clean, and felt embarrassed because he had originally wanted to order more.
"You can order more if it's not enough."
"It's alright, senior, I'm really full."
"Alright, go ahead and get the gang up and running as soon as possible with your junior brother."
Xu Yuedong nodded repeatedly. He planned to visit his junior brother first, and after the two of them completed their breakthroughs with the help of spirit stones, they would begin to work for their senior. Xu Chen watched the towering Xu Yuedong leave and began to wonder what kind of person their grandmaster was.
"You piece of trash! I trusted you so much and handed the Golden Wolf Gang over to you. Now look what's happened! So many people have been killed, and we can't even find any evidence. This means that even if we're so ashamed as to call the police, they can't help us." In an apartment in Fangshan District, a beer-bellied man in a suit was yelling at a tattooed man. The man, Tian Jingfeng, was nearly fifty years old. He hung his head, his company destroyed, his daughter dead—all of this had left him feeling utterly dejected.
"Secretary Wang, what did the leaders say?" Tian Jingfeng silently took out a cigarette, lit it, and asked about the beer belly's thoughts, or rather, the thoughts of the person behind him.
"What do you want him to say? Huh?" The beer-bellied man slammed his fist on the table, venting his anger. "The boss's cousin wanted to build a resort in a city in Hebei Province, not far from Beijing. Once it was built, he could advertise it and attract tourists from Beijing to camp and go on outings. Wouldn't the money roll in? But because of your incompetence, this plan has fallen through."
"Secretary Wang, I'll pay half! No, I'll pay two-thirds."
"It's not about the money. The other side has very strong connections. The boss considered having you handle it, but you ended up causing a huge mess. After thinking about it, the boss decided to just not do it."
"I'm sorry, boss."
"Stop apologizing. The important thing now is to capture them. The Martial Arts Association will also assist us. You can handle all of this yourself."
"Thank you, Secretary Wang. This is just a small token of my appreciation; please accept it." Tian Jingfeng handed Secretary Wang a bag of Maotai liquor and saw him off. Then, he called the higher-ups of the Shangwu Association to begin planning how to capture the instigator. Unfortunately, this very plan cost him his life. Two weeks later, Wang Tianfeng and Xu Yuedong broke through the encirclement of the Shangwu Association and the Golden Wolf Gang, and successfully turned the tables on their inside man.
"Senior, this is the current situation." After completing this series of tasks, Wang Tianfeng began to report to Xu Chen.
"Okay, go ahead and do it yourself. Remember, don't hurt the people."
"Okay, senior."
Xu Chen hung up the phone. He didn't know if his decision to establish the gang was right or wrong, but even if it was wrong, he had the ability to correct it at any time. For the next four or five days, Xu Chen didn't receive any more calls or text messages from the two men. Just as Xu Chen was preparing to personally arrest them, Wang Tianfeng finally called.
"Senior, I'm so sorry. We killed quite a few people, and it took a while to process them, which is why I was late in reporting to you."
"Try to clean it as thoroughly as possible."
"Don't worry, senior, I'm good at this. Senior, I've already subdued the underground forces in the capital."
“Give the new gang a name, and you’ll be in charge.”
"Senior, what are your requirements?"
"It sounds nice and is easy to remember."
After noting down Xu Chen's requirements, Wang Tianfeng began to convene a meeting with the responsible forces from various districts. After making a series of phone calls, he took out the cigarettes given to him by his senior and lit one as if to show off. He thought the mission would be very difficult, but after carrying it out, he felt that the Chinese gangsters were not as good as the black people who buy things for free in American stores. They were just small-time thugs who banded together for warmth and thought everything would be fine once they found a protector. The gun he bought was not even unsealed.
After everyone arrived, Wang Tianfeng entered the conference room and sat in the main seat, while Xu Yuedong surveyed the surroundings.
"Everyone, after nearly a month of getting to know me, you should be quite familiar with me by now, so I won't introduce myself."
"Brother Wang, what are you saying? With your skills, do you even need to introduce yourself?"
"Yes, Boss Wang, all the brothers admire you."
Wang Tianfeng glanced at the expressions on these people's faces—indignation, helplessness, forbearance, and obsequiousness—truly a microcosm of human nature. He coughed.
"From now on, you must respect the Haitian Gang. As for the tribute from each family, let's discuss it now."
Everyone tensed up immediately. They didn't mind being respected by Wang Tianfeng, because they still wanted to live, but if the tribute wasn't negotiated well and affected their business, they would be in trouble too.
"Boss Wang, name your price first."
"Yes, Boss Wang, why don't you tell us first, so we can have some idea of what to expect?"
Xu Yuedong then began to perform a charade with Wang Tianfeng.
“Brother Feng, in my opinion, it is reasonable for each family to hand over 60% of their income.”
"Boss Xu... this..."
"Boss Xu, I have many projects under my management. Paying 60% at once is too much of a burden for me."
Wang Tianfeng waved his hand, stopping the complaints from those present.
"Since Brother Dong said so, I can't really argue with him. Brother Dong, could you be a little more lenient? I think the brothers are indeed in a difficult situation."
Xu Yuedong slammed a corner of the round table to pieces, then said fiercely, "Brother Feng, whatever the boss asks me to do, I have to do it perfectly. Don't mess things up!"
"Brother Dong, I'll talk to the boss!"
"No, it has to be 60%!"
"Boss Xu, please have mercy! If we lose 60%, all the brothers here will go bankrupt."
Seeing that the atmosphere was about right, Xu Yuedong, following the script, gave everyone present a sinister look before turning and leaving. Wang Tianfeng feigned nonchalance, saying, "My brother here is just inflexible; if the boss tells him to say one thing, he won't say another."
"Boss Wang, may I ask your...?"
"Is this something you should be asking? Hmm? How about this, 30% for each person, and if you really have a hard time, 25%."
Wang Tianfeng observed the expressions on everyone's faces and continued, "If there are no objections, we'll call it a day. I'll say it again: anyone who doesn't hand it over is going against the Haitian Gang. Think of your family and children, understand?!"
"We understand, we understand, Boss Wang."
"Don't worry, Boss Wang, from now on, Haitan's affairs are our affairs."
Meeting adjourned.
Wang Tianfeng watched the departing leaders of various factions and felt helpless. A gang's income ultimately came from nothing more than prostitution, gambling, and drugs. His predecessors had two ironclad rules: first, never sell drugs; second, never harm ordinary people. By blocking the drug route, the room for manipulation in prostitution and gambling was also very small. That's why he resorted to this desperate measure of seeking subsidies from various factions.
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