Memories of his past life flashed through his mind: in 1988, a rich second-generation heir squandered 80,000 in one night in Hong Kong.
Even though money is worth more now, 1987, the essence of a den of iniquity remains the same.
The little money he saved was nothing compared to the real behemoths.
Since we've decided to do it, we might as well go all the way!
“Remember, go to the most upscale entertainment venues in the area, the kind of places Jiang Yuhong took us to.”
Upon hearing this, everyone except Li Fuguo blushed involuntarily.
"Brother... ten thousand yuan is really too much..." Li Weibing was still struggling in a low voice.
"A lot?" Zhang Cheng sneered. "I'm afraid it won't be enough for you! Remember, you're going there to have fun, but more importantly, you're going to learn! Learn all the tricks of the trade in those places! Also, poach people for me, find a way to bring back the most fun-loving and prettiest girls!"
Zhang Cheng wants to open a nightclub.
A den of iniquity that would make all the wealthy people in the county willingly part with their money.
"Alright, it's settled then!" Zhang Cheng made the final decision, giving no one a chance to object.
Finally, his gaze fell on Zhang Jianhao, who had stood up straight and looked expectant from beginning to end.
How many video arcades are there in Funing County now?
“Thirty-nine!” Zhang Jianhao blurted out.
“Go ask, go door to door, ask if they’re willing to transfer ownership. If they’re not,” Zhang Cheng paused, his tone turning sinister, “our six video arcades will offer you a month’s free viewing!”
Use money to buy it!
To achieve a primitive monopoly in the most brutal way!
"Great!" Zhang Jianhao exclaimed excitedly, his face flushed.
"Get the video arcades and billiard rooms up and running."
When the billiard room was mentioned, Zhang Jianhao's expression stiffened, and he looked somewhat embarrassed.
Zhang Cheng stared at him, his gaze suddenly becoming incredibly deep.
“Video parlors, movie theaters, and billiard rooms are where all sorts of scoundrels and drifters congregate. Sword Master, I want you to have all of these people under your control.”
"Don't be stingy with money; use money to win people's hearts. You need to understand that once our nightclub opens, there will definitely be people who are envious and will try to imitate it."
Zhang Cheng spoke slowly and deliberately, his voice not loud, yet it lowered the temperature of the entire ward.
"I will make those who imitate me...die!"
The chilling killing intent made Zhang Jianhao's breath catch in his throat. He suddenly looked up, met Zhang Cheng's cold gaze, and nodded heavily.
"Brother, I understand!"
"Remember, I'm telling you to build good relationships with them, not to get involved in organized crime. You'll have to figure out the right balance yourself."
"yes!"
Zhang Cheng slowly propped himself up and said, "Bring me some clothes."
Zhang Jianhao quickly stepped forward to help him up, and Li Qiming picked up the thick cotton-padded coat next to him.
Just as he reached the door, veteran police officer Liu Zhongren came in. Seeing the situation, he asked nervously, "Brother Zhang, where are you going again?"
"Brother Liu, go to the credit union and withdraw some money!"
“I’ll go with you!” Liu Zhongren said quickly.
As soon as he finished speaking, nurse Liu Yihan walked in with a tray of medicine. When she saw Zhang Cheng sitting in a wheelchair, she immediately became anxious.
"Zhang Cheng! Where are you going again? Director Niu already said that you sneaked out last night and your wound has reopened!"
Zhang Cheng smiled, his tone indifferent.
"Go to the credit union and withdraw some money."
“I’ll go with you!” Liu Yihan blurted out.
"What are you going to do?"
"I'm a nurse! If your wound gets into trouble again, I can treat it for you immediately!"
This reason is irrefutable.
"Fine," Zhang Cheng shrugged helplessly.
Liu Yihan pushed the wheelchair, with Liu Zhongren following beside her, and the group walked out of the ward.
The winter sun was blinding outside the corridor window.
Zhang Cheng narrowed his eyes slightly, and the chess game he had just set up in his mind began to slowly turn as his wheelchair rolled.
The first step is to start with that initial funding.
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