Lao An didn't sleep all night. By ten o'clock, he had already compiled a form and gave it to Guan Luoyang.
In the living room, Guan Luoyang put down the book, picked up the form and looked at it. It was indeed concise enough that even a layman like him could understand it.
"The biggest income is loan sharking, followed by selling fans, collecting protection fees, and investing in movies, which is the only serious thing, but the least money is made?"
Lao An nodded: "The film industry in Singapore and Malaysia is not very prosperous to begin with. It is incomparable to that in Hong Kong. Yan Xiong and the others did not invest much money in this area. Some of them even lost money. The sum of the profits Naturally, it’s the least.”
Guan Luoyang said: "Well, with the gang's current foundation and throwing away all the previous items, what profession do you think is best?"
Lao An was mentally prepared and advised: "Actually, there is no need to throw away the first few items. Just sell fans. If you don't like it, the people who were originally responsible for this are dead, so just stop it. But loan sharking Well, the money has already been released. At most, we can force them to repay the debt with normal interest. There are also protection fees..."
"Protection fees cannot be ignored."
Xiao Jiang sat up from the sofa, wiped his mouth, and interjected, "Brother Luo, you don't know, our group of people originally relied on collecting protection fees, watching the scene, and drawing some money from it, and after two days It’s the day to collect money this month, we are all looking forward to it.”
Guan Luoyang glanced at him angrily and said sternly: "Aren't you a college student? Is the family really reduced to the point where you have to hang out and earn a living by doing side jobs like this?"
Xiao Jiang looked a little embarrassed: "The old man didn't have much money to begin with, his salary was all in vain, and he didn't care about me..."
Lao An said: "Actually, the protection fee is not just for the livelihood of the brothers. After those people pay the money, we really have to provide protection, otherwise, the ruthless scoundrels in other gangs will still want to rob them. For the land, we will charge additional money.”
"Yes, if they encounter any difficulties in their store, we brothers will go up first to smooth things over."
Xiao Jiang patted his chest and said, "I helped whip out a few foreigners who squirted all over their mouths after eating the King's meal. They were very impressive."
Guan Luoyang thought for a while: "Then let's keep this item for now, but we have to change the name. Since we are doing security work, we should be serious about being security guards."
Xiao Jiang said in confusion: "A group of security guards... they all have to obey orders and are ordered to do so. How can they be as powerful as gang disciples?"
Lao An turned around and glanced at him: "It's whatever the boss says, just change the name."
Lao An turned around and said, "Actually speaking, since Yan Xiong is gone, our gang also needs to change its name. Boss, what do you think would be a good name?"
Guan Luoyang was thinking when the cell phone on Lao An rang.
These days, the mobile phone he uses has a sliding cover. In addition to answering calls and sending text messages, it also has the functions of listening to music and taking photos.
After answering the phone, Lao An said a few words and then said to Guan Luoyang: "They have transported the body to the inspection team and processed the procedures. They said it has been more than ten hours. I would like to invite you to come to Hongyi Food Stalls with them." Let’s get together there.”
It was time for lunch, so Guan Luoyang nodded, locked the door, and took a ride.
Xinma Port is densely populated, and the streets are quite lively during the day. Because of the hot climate, the men and women on the streets basically wear short-sleeves, and their skin color also looks like they have been exposed to the sun all year round.
There are green belts and sidewalks on both sides of the road, and then there are various restaurants, cigarette shops, grocery stores, barber shops, and foot washing markets. Large-character signboards are placed horizontally on the roof or erected in front of the door. The frames of the signboards are basically framed with Colorful light bulbs.
Lao An drove a little slower, and Guan Luoyang looked out the window and saw that all the faces were Chinese, and all the signs were in Chinese characters.
Halfway through, Guan Luoyang mentioned that he wanted to get a haircut.
"Then go to Sister Wang's place. It's quick and good."
Lao An recommended a restaurant and parked his car there.
It is a small shop with a red, white and blue spiral roller erected in front of the door, which is the symbol of the barber shop.
There are only two seats and two square mirrors at the entrance. There are portraits of models with hairstyles posted everywhere on the wall. The male portraits are smaller and the female portraits are larger. The clothes are generally very revealing.
Guan Luoyang went in and took a quick look, and felt that he could almost find all seven colors of hairstyles, and the pictures of female models basically all had European and American faces.
The owner of the barber shop, Sister Wang, is about thirty years old, average-looking, but good at dressing up. She wears a dark brown long-sleeved silk shirt, ripped jeans, orange highlights, plump lip gloss, and a smiling face to welcome guests.
"Hey, Lao An, who is this little brother..."
Lao An pulled her over and whispered a few words.
Sister Wang's face stiffened slightly, she stood up a little straighter, and smiled again: "Brother Luo, which hairstyle do you like more?"
Guan Luoyang chose a hairstyle with short ear-length hair and sat on the chair.
Sister Wang took a clothes drying rack, turned on the TV fixed high in the room with an iron frame, and then took a comb and scissors to tidy up Guan Luoyang's hair.
On the TV, the noon news was playing.
"It is reported that at about 9:20 last night, a gang fight occurred in the Jinli Hotel..."
"This morning, while a man was taking his girlfriend for a ride on a motorcycle, his girlfriend was accidentally snatched away..."
“The last news today is that Mr. Yandu, the Triple Crown Champion of the East Kaliman Alliance and the Transformed Warrior Martial Arts Competition, defeated the challenger from Berlin, King Leopold XVII.
It is reported that the Zhenling Machinery equipped by Leopold XVII was the latest model developed by the Berlin Research Laboratory last month. However, during this challenge, he lost consciousness in just five minutes and could not get up again.
Triple Crown champion Yandu once again proved his strength with facts. This honor still follows him closely. Now let us take a look at the live report. "
Guan Luoyang turned his head slightly and looked at the TV screen.
On the TV, a strong man surrounded by more than a dozen microphones appeared. He was wearing a fiery red coat, with his chest exposed, and his long, burnt-brown hair was slightly curled and spread over his broad shoulders.
"The latest model of true spirit machinery? Ha, true spirit machinery has never been the most important thing. In other words, within the next hundred years, mechanical technology will not be developed enough to become the main body of warriors."
The resolute face that looked to be in his forties, with big eyes and raised eyebrows, slowly pulled the muscles of his cheeks, showing a cold smile.
"I win only because I am Yandu."
The midday news ended, Yandu’s smile was fixed on the screen, and the list of news production staff began to scroll.
Lao An came over, bent down and leaned close to Guan Luoyang, and said: "This Yandu is a big man who takes both black and white. I heard that his main business is underground black boxing. This business is also quite profitable..."
Guan Luoyang was thoughtful. After his hair was cut, he washed his hair and went to buy a set of casual clothes dressed freshly.
When he arrived at the food stall, Guan Luoyang walked to the main seat specially reserved by the group, looked around, took a bottle of beer, and cut off the bottleneck with one palm.
"I'm not good at giving speeches. If I have anything to do, I'll get straight to the point. Since you guys called me over, you must have recognized me as the leader, and I will lead you to do things from now on.
I am going to make major changes to the original rules. Your income may drop sharply and you will be more restricted in your work. The only thing I can guarantee is that as long as you do not violate my rules, you will not be punished in the future. If you find trouble, I will help you. "
The food stall became quiet. People were coming and going outside, and some people would look here. The brothers who were originally waiting for their new boss looked at each other.
Anyone who is the boss has to show off his face even if he has no foundation. How can he say that on the first day he takes office, he will be subject to more rules and receive less money?
Lao An wanted to persuade him, but when he looked at Guan Luoyang from the corner of his eye, his heart suddenly trembled and he hesitated.
He had been frustrated for so many years and finally waited for an opportunity to rise to the top. Why did this boss not follow the routine? What if these people really...
Guan Luoyang ignored everyone's gaze and raised the broken wine bottle in his hand, "If you don't want to accept it, you can leave now. If you are willing to accept it, raise your glass with me."
The cut glass was as smooth as if it had been polished, and everyone could see the circle of cuts.
I don’t know who got up first.
In just two or three seconds, there was the sound of stools moving everywhere, and everyone stood up and raised their glasses together.
"Listen to the boss" "Absolutely no complaints"...
It would be a bit ridiculous for a new face to talk to these people, but the fight that took place more than ten hours ago, and the only figure standing among the corpses everywhere.
That scene will never be forgotten by the twenty or so people present.
They couldn't tell whether it was fear, worry, or some random thoughts deep inside their hearts, but now, they all felt their blood boiling.
Downed the wine glass after glass.
Guan Luoyang also drank the bottle of beer.
What he just said was not good for him at all, but he just likes to be clear about what he says and does.
The empty beer bottle was thrown carelessly on the table, rolling out and hitting the plate with food.
Ding!
"Let me talk about the first thing first. From now on, we will not be gang members, but a dynamic social group. We don't want to be called the Gang of Steel. If we change our name, we will call it..."
Guan Luoyang thought about it casually, and a name he had seen somewhere a long time ago flashed by.
"It's called Shenzhou Jieyi Society."
