Southwest Community, Dadu Street.
It’s another busy day for Liu Yaozu, who runs a duck blood vermicelli shop here.
The duck blood vermicelli he makes is soft but not rotten, crystal clear, with plenty of duck blood and duck intestines, garnished with green chives, especially the marinade soup, which has a rich taste.
The store is about 20 square meters, with a very compact layout. There are two rows on the left and right, a total of six small tables against the wall and eighteen plastic stools. When it is close to meal time, it will be full, and there will be many more People want takeout.
There are only two people working in the store, Liu Yaozu and his wife. They often feel a little overwhelmed, but they don't dare to recruit more people.
The rent of the store is not very cheap, and you have to pay taxes and protection fees. Excluding the cost of raw materials, the monthly surplus is not much. If you hire more people, it will be an additional expense.
"Boss, there's no more chili in this jar."
In the store, a young man with glasses who took off his suit stood up and held a scratched glass jar with only a little bit of red remaining.
"Oh, I'm coming right now, um, help get that on the table."
Liu Yaozu said this to a table of guests near the door, but just as the guests at that table stood up, a palm with English letters tattooed on the back of his hand took away the can of chili.
Her hair, which was caused by inferior rose-red hair dye, was frizzy and occupied a patch of her head. The hair on both sides was cleanly shaved. She only wore an open-zippered black leather vest on her upper body. There were strands in the vest pocket and on the belt of her trousers. There are some long and short chains hanging on it, which sway when you walk.
The delinquent young man who picked up the chili suddenly changed the atmosphere in the store.
The lively atmosphere was reduced to a lower level, and everyone was busy eating vermicelli and drinking soup.
The clerk holding the empty chili jar sat back a little embarrassed.
Snapped!
There was still more than half a can of chili left on his desk. When the clerk looked up, he saw the smiling face of the red-haired young man.
"Hey, you eat!"
"Ah...thank you."
The red-haired young man nodded and walked to Liu Yaozu's side.
"Old Liu, business is good."
"Well, there are a lot of customers, so the income is just that."
Liu Yaozu accompanied Smiley and asked his wife to count the banknotes to be paid this month.
The red-haired young man shook his hand: "No, I'm not here to collect money today."
"oh oh."
Liu Yaozu nodded nonchalantly and began to get busy again, his eyes glancing over the red-haired young man from time to time.
The red-haired young man stood there, feeling a little uncomfortable. He raised his hand and wanted to slap the table. The people at the next table had already spotted his palm and were ready to hide while holding the bowl.
The last slap landed on his own thigh.
"Old Liu, why don't you ask me what I'm here to do today?"
Liu Yaozu smiled and said: "Oh, what's the point of asking? Just take whatever you want to eat, as long as you don't take my spoon or kitchen knife."
"Hey, I really just..."
The red-haired young man was a little angry.
When he usually goes shopping, he and his brothers will pick up some things, one or two boxes of tissue paper, a bottle of toothpicks, a few pieces of uncut meat and delicacies, etc., without giving any money, which is called majestic and comfortable. happy.
But that's really not what he came for today. Still being looked at like this made him feel a little strange.
"Forget it, let me tell you the truth, we have changed to the boss. From now on, these two streets will be covered by our Shenzhou Jieyi Society. The president's new rules will be to unify the settlement at the end of the month. We will also come to help in normal times."
Liu Yaozu just nodded again, as if he suddenly understood.
But everyone could see that he didn't listen to anything.
This is also normal. It is very common for a gang to change its boss. After changing the boss, the new boss always has to change some rules in order to show that he is different from the previous boss. But he should still collect money and beat people when he should. It's better to beat people, collect loans, throw paint on doors, and just ask them not to be more cruel.
The red-haired young man stood in the store for a while, and the customers changed twice, but he didn't see what he had to do.
No matter how busy Liu Yaozu and his wife were, they just asked him to give way.
Extremely bored, the red-haired young man went out to have a look.
On this street, you can see many brothers from the club. Some are walking back and forth between several shops, looking idle and panicked. Some are sitting with their legs crossed and sitting outside other people's doors. .
There are one or two who help others unload the goods.
Yesterday, the new boss said that they should be subject to more rules in the future, and later they actually posted a few rules, asking them to remember and abide by them.
But for now, it doesn't seem to be anything other than getting more boring.
The red-haired young man stood in the bright sun, thinking about running away, asking a few people to go clubbing, or go to the game arcade, but a lot of brothers died a while ago, and there were two who were particularly bad at playing. The buddy who served as a foil for him is gone.
"Hey, what a bunch of bad guys, God didn't bless them."
The red-haired young man smacked his lips, bored, and gradually walked to the two brothers who were moving the goods.
"What are you doing? Are you taking the initiative to do hard work for others?"
The short man in a vest said, "Didn't you say that if you do a good job, you will get a bonus at the end of the month?"
"I'm holding on to your hair, I'm crazy. If I don't do it, there will be so many things. What can I give you more if I do it?"
The short man slapped the box with one hand: "If you don't do this, there's nothing else fun. Let me tell you, throw these things into the truck and stack them neatly. At last look at it, hey, it's quite interesting. of."
The man wearing earrings next to him pushed the two boxes into the carriage: "Yes, you are slower than me every time."
"Fuck you, I'm obviously faster than you."
Hong Mao looked at it and twitched his fingers: "I'll show you what a really good figure is."
A car drove slowly down the street.
From the driver's seat, Lao An looked at the group of people and said: "They have really made some progress, but they are really limited. Moreover, these people have been popular for three minutes. Now they find it interesting. It won't be long before they are willing to stop working. President It’s not easy to get them on the right track.”
"Labor can transform people's bodies and minds. This is the experience of many places in the world, especially when so many people have just died around them."
Guan Luoyang has read a lot of books in the past two days. His mission period is longer this time, and he has a lot of things to do. If he doesn't know enough about this place, he must not do it.
Then he discovered that Xinma Port did have few jobs and insufficient resources in the past few years, which squeezed out a large number of people's jobs. However, in the past two years, it has actually slowed down and has even developed in an orderly and prosperous way.
Even if all those businesses in black and gray areas are excluded, the economy of Singapore and Macao is still booming. Young adults like these can definitely find a regular job as long as they are willing to look for it.
But the problem is that there are too many gangs here, and they are already too big to be eliminated. The most attractive job that the new generation of young adults can see is that of gang members, and they turn a blind eye to those regular positions.
However, there is an absolute drawback to these deviant gangs.
——Unstable.
Everyone longs for peace. Are there really people who are accustomed to scenes of people fighting and dying everywhere? Maybe, but definitely not the majority.
Especially these gangsters who were originally at the bottom, they were just forced to accept this kind of daily life, thinking that they could adapt to it.
“As long as someone forces them to take another path, making their labor more abundant, more valuable, and rewarding, then the greatest benefit of stability will infiltrate their lives and let them get used to the new life. "
After hearing this, Lao An shook his head slightly.
Guan Luoyang seemed to be looking out the window, but he caught his slight movement and said, "Do you think what I said is wrong?"
Lao An pondered for a moment: "President, everyone only knew that you took a five-day boat ride from Hong Kong to Xinma Port, but now that I think about it, you came from the mainland, right?"
Guan Luoyang said: "Huh?"
Lao An sighed: "President, the original territory of the Steel Wrist Gang was not large, just these two streets and this small block. But if you really don't want to get involved in other businesses, even if you just want to let this small area Maintaining stability on the territory is not an easy matter.”
"There are five major social councils here, but they can only coexist with gangs. There are not millions of troops here to suppress China and eliminate lawless forces."
Guan Luoyang smiled faintly: "It all depends on people. Someone has to do something. You have already boarded my boat. It is better to be optimistic. If people are too pessimistic, they will be half-hearted and leave carelessly. You’re on a bad path.”
Lao An's eyelids trembled as he heard the warning.
After the wheel slowly rolled for some distance, he smiled and said: "President, there is only a fifty percent chance of life and death. The things Yan Xiong did and the threats he attracted are different from what you want to do." It’s actually not a bad thing for me.”
"The difference is that under Yan Xiong's hands, that is, an old bastard with a better reputation, under your hands, I can feel a little like when I was young."
After all, he has become an accountant. Numbers, banknotes, and forms are the things he is most familiar with.
Guan Luoyang smiled: "By the way, if we take out all the private treasury of Yan Xiong and the others, we can actually recruit more people with our current funds. You can make a plan."
Lao An said: "Okay, what kind of job?"
Guan Luoyang said: "I see that in this neighborhood that I am most familiar with, most of them are selling food. Let's develop our business in the surrounding area first, and put up some small advertisements everywhere to promote it, so that the newly recruited people can join the original gang. We mix goods, supervise each other, and deliver food.”
Almost every household here has an electric car, and the electricity bills are astonishingly low. As long as this business can be started, it can be said to be off to a good start.
Lao An nodded. He couldn't tell whether this thing would make money or lose money, but most of the things Yan Xiong touched were rejected. It was always a good thing for the new boss to have goals.
The vehicle gradually approached a building with tall white walls and green trees.
From a distance, you can see the large golden characters of "Singapore University" inlaid on the wall.
The social association here may indeed not be strong enough, but the entire territory of Xinma Port is far from that large.
Guan Luoyang already had some clues about what he wanted to do.
But before that, he needed to know more.
The most knowledge-rich place in the entire Southwest community is the library of the University of Singapore and Macau.
Short-haired Guan Luoyang got out of the car, wearing a white sportswear, with a bright and cheerful smile. He looked more like a student than a student. He walked in calmly and entered the library with Xiao Jiang's library card.
