“What incredible grappling skills!”
The Big Boss watched Lu Yan pinning Wang Jiu to the ground, a gasp of admiration escaping his lips.
“Hmph!”
Wang Jiu quickly broke free from Lu Yan's hold.
“Come back!”
The Big Boss hurriedly shouted.
Wang Jiu took a step forward, but ultimately retraced his steps, returning to his boss's side.
This was simply too humiliating.
Wang Jiu hadn't expected this young man, Lu Yan, to possess such terrifying grappling skills. He had been caught off guard and couldn't react in time.
“Alright, let's forget about this. I hope there won't be a next time.”
The Big Boss flicked the ash off his cigar.
“Have tea next time.”
With that, Dragon Tornado, accompanied by Lu Yan, sauntered away.
“Boss, why didn't you keep them here?”
Wang Jiu grumbled, still unconvinced.
“The time isn't right yet.”
The Big Boss said with a knowing smile.
He knew very well that his own strength, combined with Wang Jiu's, was insufficient to hold Dragon Tornado, especially with Lu Yan's grappling skills.
“Go check out that young man.”
The Big Boss ordered.
“Yes sir.”
Wang Jiu promptly agreed.
…
On the bustling streets.
Dragon Tornado and Lu Yan walked side by side.
“Be careful of the Big Boss.”
Dragon Tornado reminded him.
“I will.”
Lu Yan nodded. Even without Dragon Tornado's words, he knew.
“Also, Wang Jiu practices the Iron Shirt Technique, but for now, try to avoid engaging him in combat. He's a dangerous man.”
Dragon Tornado spoke earnestly.
“You're not going back?”
Lu Yan finally realized something.
“I'm leaving tonight.”
Dragon Tornado turned to look at Lu Yan, saying, “Bringing you here tonight was to let you meet the Big Boss and Wang Jiu, so you can get a sense of them.”
Lu Yan fell silent.
“They won't make any rash moves until they see my body.”
Dragon Tornado smiled confidently, “And thank you for allowing the people of Kowloon Walled City to leave.”
“Be careful on your end too.”
Lu Yan changed the subject, “I'm here, so nothing will happen.”
“Don't worry, I won't die. I still want to see the new Kowloon Walled City you mentioned.”
Dragon Tornado stopped, gazing at the barely visible corner of Kowloon Walled City, its dilapidated state evident, “Only you and Xin Yi know about my trip to Eagle Sauce. If everything goes as planned, we'll meet again in six months.”
With that, he confidently headed towards the airport.
Lu Yan watched Dragon Tornado's receding figure, a faint smile playing on his lips.
This kind of entrustment put a little pressure on him.
…
The next day.
Early morning.
Lu Yan drove his car to Tsim Sha Tsui, a bustling area located at the southern tip of the Kowloon Peninsula.
His high-end auto repair shop was located here.
Lu Yan was also aware that this area had many gangs, especially the Hung Hing triad.
The Hung Hing Warlord's Prince was based in Tsim Sha Tsui.
Lu Yan, with his entourage, had left Kowloon Walled City and opened a high-end auto repair shop in Tsim Sha Tsui, which was akin to stealing food from the Prince's mouth.
Dragon Tornado had pondered for a long time before acquiescing to this.
He acknowledged Lu Yan's argument.
Times had changed!
Kowloon Walled City was about to be demolished, and everyone had to leave.
They were going to have to step out sooner or later, so it was better to do it sooner.
Ultimately.
Dragon Tornado agreed, even investing 5 million yuan to help Lu Yan set up this high-end auto repair shop.
In other words, this high-end auto repair shop had cost a total of 10 million yuan.
In this era, it was unimaginable.
However.
Lu Yan didn't care.
Compared to connections, Lu Yan felt that 10 million yuan was nothing.
“Brother Yan!”
Lu Yan's signature black Mercedes-Benz stopped in front of the Yanlong Auto Repair Shop, and two young men immediately rushed forward.
They recognized this million-dollar black Mercedes-Benz as Lu Yan's.
In fact.
Even if it wasn't Lu Yan's car, they would still do this.
Lu Yan had trained these people three months ago.
They only needed to remember one thing: they were selling service!
This concept was the strategy later used by Haidilao.
What did the upper echelon of society want?
Wasn't it quality service?
As for car repairs, they could be done well anywhere.
Yanlong Auto Repair Shop, the name was a combination of "Lu Yan" and "Dragon Tornado," taking a character from each name.
Originally, Lu Yan wanted to call it "Longyan" (Dragon Rock), but Dragon Tornado said that Lu Yan was the majority shareholder, hence the name "Yanlong" (Rock Dragon).
Yanlong Auto Repair Shop was spacious, large enough to accommodate ten cars for simultaneous maintenance and repair.
Besides that.
The shop was three stories high.
The third floor was for employee accommodation.
There were over forty employees.
Even though they didn't need that many, some of the trainees could be transferred to the auto repair shop for the general public once it was finished.
As for the second floor, it was for VIPs who wanted to wait for their cars to be repaired, offering various high-end services, making them feel at home.
“You take it.”
After getting out of the car, Lu Yan instructed.
“Yes sir.”
Soon, a young man drove the Mercedes-Benz to the nearby underground parking lot.
Lu Yan walked into the shop and found that business was pretty good even early in the morning. They mainly did car detailing, and a comprehensive car inspection was offered for free.
For Lu Yan, making money was secondary. Accelerating the progress bar was the key.
The mechanics here could be considered his protégés.
“Brother Yan, there was one car that couldn't be fixed yesterday.”
A young and beautiful woman approached him, whispering in his ear.
The woman's name was Song Xiaohui, the heroine from Prison Dragon. She had just graduated and was looking for a job, and luckily she found this one.
Song Xiaohui hadn't expected to land a job after just one interview. She was now Lu Yan's assistant.
If she passed the evaluation, she would have the opportunity to become Lu Yan's secretary.
Song Xiaohui was naturally happy to have found a job right after graduation, especially since Lu Yan offered a good salary, over 10,000 yuan a month.
You have to understand that in this era, the average monthly salary was only about 7,000 yuan.
Song Xiaohui's performance in the past few days had been quite good.
Lu Yan naturally knew this. Song Xiaohui was quite capable.
In the original plot, she was able to manage the protagonist's gang in an orderly manner, which was a skill in itself.
Lu Yan felt that it would be a waste to let Song Xiaohui manage a gang, and since he had met her, he naturally wanted to use her for his own benefit.
Most importantly.
The era of gangs was coming to an end.
Holding onto gangs was essentially a slow death.
At this moment, Song Xiaohui's long hair flowed down her shoulders, and she was wearing a black professional suit that accentuated her curves.
It's undeniable that Song Xiaohui was a striking sight in the shop.
Whether they wanted to repair their cars or not, many people would look at her for a few seconds, although most of the time they could only catch a glimpse of her back as she walked by.
“Take me there.”
Lu Yan said.
“Okay.”
With that, Song Xiaohui led Lu Yan to a supercar.
Lu Yan saw the supercar and immediately understood.
It wasn't that they couldn't fix it, but rather they dared not fix it.
It was an 8 million yuan supercar.
“I'll do it.”
Lu Yan was eager to try.
He expected this to increase his progress bar significantly and potentially earn him a substantial reward.