In contrast to Yang Jun's carefree enjoyment, Chen Hao Nan and his brothers were suffering in the hospital ward. Bao Pi was the most seriously injured, having suffered a concussion and requiring a month’s stay in the hospital.
“Nan Ge, I found out. Liang Zai Jun is just a small fry under Lian Sheng’s Chui Ji, who usually hangs around in Tsim Sha Tsui!”
“Damn! Turns out he’s just Chui Ji’s little brother, I thought he was some big shot!”
Upon hearing Da Tian Er’s words, Shan Ji was furious and cursed, “Nan Ge, I heard from the Hung Hing brothers that Liang Zai Jun took your M2 sports car and went to the Peninsula Hotel to get a room. Maybe they’ve already… you know…,”
What? Chen Hao Nan’s face turned dark when he heard this. Taking my car? He even stole the girl I liked.
“B Ge hasn’t arrived yet, I’ll think about it again.”
Chen Hao Nan took out a cigarette to smoke, but Shan Ji directly snatched it away and said anxiously to Chen Hao Nan, “Nan Ge, think about it again, your girl has been played by him, a good scrub and she’ll be good to go again!”
Chen Hao Nan was speechless. You’re really thinking with a twisted perspective! Have you even considered my feelings?
“B Ge is here, Nan Ge is inside.”
A short, stout middle-aged man walked into the ward. He had a large gold chain around his neck and a large tattoo on his arm – it was B, the Hung Hing Tsim Sha Tsui boss.
“Ah Nan, what happened? How could you be so careless,”
Boss B’s face was gloomy, his tone slightly displeased. Before, Chen Hao Nan had taken out Ba Bi, giving Boss B a huge face in the underworld.
Boss B had intended to support Chen Hao Nan’s rise to become a Red Pole, but this disgraceful incident happened.
“B Ge, Liang Zai Jun is too strong, he definitely knows some martial arts!”
Shan Ji hurriedly explained, but Boss B simply shouted angrily, “Liang Zai Jun is just a small fry in a small branch, and he’s just Chui Ji’s subordinate. How could he be as amazing as you guys say.”
“I’ll call Chui Ji and have him give us Hung Hing an explanation!”
Boss B said with great confidence. He and Chui Ji both operated in Tsim Sha Tsui and were quite familiar with each other.
“By the way! Don’t act rashly, wait for my news!”
After Boss B finished speaking, he left in a hurry. The gang business was very busy, and Liang Kun was watching intently. He only came to visit Chen Hao Nan and left in less than ten minutes.
“Nan Ge, what do we do now? Just let Liang Zai Jun go?”
Shan Ji was filled with anger. They had been beaten up and if they didn’t get revenge, how would they face the world?
“Didn’t you hear B Ge? He’ll talk to Chui Ji about this. We shouldn’t act rashly.”
“Damn! But your girl is still in Liang Zai Jun’s hands…,”
Chen Hao Nan was numb. Shan Ji, you really know how to talk, every word stabs my heart!
“Shut up! Do as B Ge says.”
Chen Hao Nan angrily scolded, which finally silenced Shan Ji. But Chen Hao Nan’s heart kept thinking about Xiao Jie Ba being held in Liang Zai Jun’s arms, his heart was bleeding!
Damn Shan Ji… ahhh!
At the Peninsula Hotel, Yang Jun, wearing pajamas, leaned against the headboard and smoked a cigar. Su Ah Xi, however, couldn’t help but sob.
“It hurts, it hurts so much~”
Yang Jun’s face twitched, and he silently cursed in his heart.
Who would have thought that Su Ah Xi, who was dressed like a tomboy, was a virgin? The red stains on the bedsheet proved that Su Ah Xi was a girl who appeared to be promiscuous but was actually pure.
“Don’t worry, I’ll take responsibility, you’ll follow me from now on!”
As soon as Su Ah Xi heard this, she immediately jumped up excitedly and kissed Yang Jun on the face.
Yang Jun lovingly touched Xiao Jie Ba’s head. This was a win-win situation. Su Ah Xi was already pretty hot and made Yang Jun feel very comfortable.
He also took advantage of the system’s benefits and snatched Xiao Jie Ba, and there was also a system reward. Was this considered freeloading?
“Ding~ Host snatched Xiao Jie Ba, reward: Master Level of the 72 Ways of the Tan Leg.”
Yang Jun smiled, this reward was very useful. To survive in the underworld, you need more than just brains, you also need skills!
However, the most important thing in the underworld was money. In Hong Kong, this capitalistic society, money makes the world go round.
It was time to plan for the future. The system had rewarded him with a black star pistol production line, which was perfect for the occasion.
Yang Jun first sold Chen Hao Nan’s MR2 sports car to Sai Kung Da Sha, getting 300,000 Hong Kong dollars. He gave 100,000 to Xiao Jie Ba, and the rest went into Yang Jun’s pocket.
He bought two smuggled Mercedes-Benz trucks from Da Sha. The price wasn’t too expensive, 200,000 Hong Kong dollars for each. Driving one of these in Hong Kong was definitely a status symbol.
Whether it was negotiating business with others or going to make deals, it would give you a psychological advantage.
Xi Gui drove, and Yang Jun sat in the back. They arrived at Yee Wo Street in Tsim Sha Tsui, Yang Jun’s territory.
“Jun Ge, is this your new car? A Mercedes-Benz!”
Fei Long saw Yang Jun’s car and his eyes were filled with envy, what man doesn’t love cars?
Yang Jun laughed loudly and threw Fei Long a key. Fei Long took the key with a puzzled look.
“You’re in luck! We share the wealth, you have a Mercedes-Benz too, you won’t lose face for our company when going out to make deals.”
Fei Long’s eyes lit up, I have one too? So he was overjoyed, his loyalty to Yang Jun increased a few points.
The other younger brothers also saw this, just a few days ago Fei Long was a low-level gangster, now he’s got a Benz with Jun Ge.
“Work hard, everyone can drive luxury cars in the future!”
Drawing big pictures was a skill reserved for the boss. With Yang Jun’s encouragement, the loyalty of these younger brothers soared.
“Fei Long, I asked you to find a hidden factory, did you find it?”
Yang Jun found that although Fei Long couldn’t fight, he had a talent for business. When they were setting up stalls together, Fei Long’s stall always had more business than the stalls next to it.
So, he entrusted Fei Long with business matters, intending to train this childhood friend to handle business affairs.
“Jun Ge, I found three locations, but only this one meets the requirements. It’s also close to our nightclub.”
Fei Long led Yang Jun into the back alley of Yee Wo Street, where a 200 square meter factory appeared in front of them. The factory was empty and had no decoration.
“Jun Ge, this place is convenient for transportation, if the cops come, we can also escape through the back door.”
“It’s just that the rent is a bit expensive, because it’s in Yee Wo Street.”
Yang Jun nodded and directly interrupted Fei Long’s words.
“Rent is not a problem, let’s sign the contract, we can start tomorrow.”
Yang Jun now had over ten million Hong Kong dollars in cash, he just lacked projects. As long as the arms factory started production.
With the high profits from arms, he could recover his investment in a month. After all, it was illegal and there was less competition and high profits!
Yang Jun didn’t sign a lease contract, but directly bought the factory for 1.2 million Hong Kong dollars.
It was the early 1980s and the price of land was still low. Buying it was a steal. Ten years later, it would at least be worth five times the price.
He found an excuse to send everyone away, and Yang Jun took out all the machines from the system and placed them in the workshop. From grinding the gun barrels to final assembly, it was a complete production line.
Although it was the simplest black star pistol, the processing was professional, this production line only needed five workers and could produce 1,000 pistols per day.
“Fei Long, our guns are mainly sold to Taiwan, Macau, Thailand, etc., emphasizing value for money. In Hong Kong, we sell them for 2,000 each, and 1,500 Hong Kong dollars each in other places.”
The Hong Kong police have strict control over firearms, and gangsters generally don’t have firearms. Only those who have reached the level of a boss will have a pistol for self-defense.
This creates a high price for black market firearms, often 5,000 to 10,000 Hong Kong dollars. If Yang Jun only sells them for 2,000 each, he will definitely be able to break into the market.
“Alright, Jun Ge.”