Hong Kong film: Nephew Director Wong, what the hell is your dragon head?

Chapter 15: Getting Rich Overnight

Two million in cash, plus several land titles in Wan Chai, totaling around five million.

He became rich overnight.

"Well done." Wei Chen took out 200,000 yuan and threw it to Ahua: "This is what you deserve, plus hush money. Distribute it."

"Thank you, boss!" Ahua took the money, overjoyed.

Xiao Fu stared wide-eyed at the densely packed cash inside: "Holy crap! So much money? Did you rob it?"

"No, I found it. Why not take it if it's free?" Wei Chen said with a smile.

The owner is dead, so how could it not have been found?

When a person dies, their debts are wiped out.

"This is yours." Wei Chen tossed another ten thousand yuan back to Xiao Fu: "From now on, be my bodyguard. Do a good job, and you'll get plenty of benefits."

"Even I have one?" Xiao Fu was somewhat surprised.

"Everyone who sees it gets a share. I'll give it if I want to, and if you don't, you're disrespecting me."

Xiao Fu was astonished. Wasn't this boss being far too generous?

Xiao Fu was so desperate he wanted to fight Wei Chen to the death.

"Brother Chen!" Wu Ying parked the car and quickly walked in, his face beaming.

"Reward those who have made contributions! Reward those who have made contributions!"

"Stop talking nonsense, you're so disrespectful," Ahua said with a laugh, then tossed over 50,000 yuan: "Here, take it."

"So many?" Fly stared in disbelief.

In the story, Fly's resettlement allowance was only 100,000, but now he's being given 50,000, which is a lot for a low-level gangster.

"Work hard, and you'll live in a mansion, raise a dog, and earn more than 50,000, even 500,000 or 5 million! Then I'll give you two brothers a whole street each, and you can be the bosses. Wouldn't that be much more comfortable than now?" Wei Chen started his pie-in-the-sky mode again.

Whether it works out or not is another matter, but they're definitely going to take the pie.

"Don't worry, I, Fly, will definitely work hard! If there's ever a fight, I, Fly, will be the first to risk my life. I don't care about money, I just want to follow Brother Hua and Brother Chen and be their boss," Fly said, beaming.

"Better to be a hero for a time than a fly for a lifetime."

"Not bad, that's ambitious," Wei Chen said with satisfaction.

Although Fly is single-minded, he is loyal and would never betray his cause. Gangsters with this characteristic are the best of the best.

"You saw what happened just now." After Ahua and Fly left, Wei Chen looked at Xiao Fu again: "Anyway, I'm never stingy. If you have the ability, feel free to take money from me."

"Boss, don't worry, I'm very good at fighting!" Xiao Fu said seriously. Seeing that Wei Chen had quite a few capable people under his command, his competitive spirit also rose.

"That's fine," Wei Chen said calmly.

"Find a place to live in Tsim Sha Tsui first, then you can work as my bodyguard. If you have any other capable brothers or comrades, you can have them come to me; I welcome them anytime."

"no problem."

Now Xiao Fu has also realized that Wei Chen has great ambitions and is not an ordinary gangster at all. He is more of a ruthless person who uses this platform to climb up the social ladder.

His goal was clear: to work hard for his boss and earn more money.

Don't bother buying any houses, try to buy a courtyard house for my mom.

If our relatives saw this, they would all say how impressive it was.

……

The next afternoon, inside a morgue.

Looking at Babi's corpse lying on the cold iron bed, Liang Kun's face twisted in a ferocious grin: "Who killed my good brother Babi?"

"Brother Kun, it's Chan Ho-nam and his gang," Silly Qiang said from the side.

Liang Kun was so heartbroken that tears streamed down his face. The glamorous woman beside him couldn't help but comfort him, "Brother Kun, don't be sad..."

"What's there to be sad about! This guy owes me over two thousand, and now that he's dead, who's going to pay me back?" Handsome Kun flung the glamorous woman away, his anger rising rapidly.

Then he grabbed the person back and said, "I'm so angry right now!"

Seven seconds later, the fire was extinguished.

Handsome Kun rolled his eyes, threw the man aside, still indignant, and said in a hoarse, menacing voice, "B-boy, you're something else! I'll remember you bunch of bastards."

After this incident, Liang Kun and Boss B have completely fallen out.

……

"Hao Nan, well done." Inside the bar, Boss B nodded in satisfaction.

"He's a master of brains, knows exactly when to strike, and took care of this major threat, Babi, in one go."

"Mr. Jiang is very satisfied with you."

"Thank you for your consideration, Brother B and Mr. Chiang. It's all part of my job," Chan Ho-nam said modestly, while Chicken and the others laughed and joked behind him.

"No need to be so polite, we're all on the same side." Boss B rummaged through the drawer, then tossed over a set of car keys, continuing, "This is a red MR2, a reward from Mr. Jiang. Use it to pick up girls."

"Thank you, Brother B!" Chan Ho-nam was overjoyed.

"Come to the branch again tomorrow to get certified." Boss B smiled and pointed.

When it comes to rewarding merit, these are all labels.

However, all of these belong to Chan Ho-nam alone; Big Head can't see that many.

However, just as Chan Ho-nam took the key, a sound of smashing and looting came from outside.

When the group went outside, they found that the MR2 parked on the street had been smashed to pieces, and more than a dozen thugs were still waving sticks around the car.

"What are you doing?" Chan Ho-nam was taken aback, then flew into a rage.

"Fuck your mother!" Zi Jian shouted, pointing a baseball bat at Chen Haonan.

"They took down the pimp and smashed up the loan shark's shop, causing my boss to lose millions! This is just a lesson; they won't be so lucky next time."

"Let's go." Before all the Hung Hing members arrived, Zi Jian quickly led them into the car and sped away.

Chan Ho-nam was completely bewildered.

I did a good job as a pawnbroker, but when did I smash up a pawnshop?

Hey!

Am I being made a scapegoat?

……

"This is today's financial statement for the milk tea shop." In the Mixue Ice Cream office, Jimmy sat in a chair and handed Wei Chen a document.

"Yesterday we just opened and sales were over 2,000, with a profit margin of nearly 80%. Today we sold 1,500, with a profit of around 1,200."

"So many?" Wei Chen was somewhat surprised.

"I've said it before, making milk tea is more profitable than drug trafficking if you do the marketing and gimmicks well!" Jimmy laughed.

"The sales of 1,500 are just for today. Once the influence spreads, it won't be difficult to surpass the first day's sales. I estimate that we can sell at least 10,000 to 20,000 in a single day."

Ten or twenty thousand is just the sales of one store. It's not because of the upper limit, but because the store is only so big and the manpower is only so much.

Even disregarding peak sales, based on today's profit margin, it's still around 60,000 to 70,000 a month.

If ten stores are opened, that's six or seven hundred thousand.

While the profits aren't as outrageous as those from drug trafficking, the level of exorbitant profits is definitely considerable.

Otherwise, there wouldn't be so many people in later generations who would dare to open milk tea shops even during economic downturns or depressions.

Some people are just not very bright, but others are simply drawn to the fact that milk tea is the easiest business to make a profit from.

"Since that's the case, let's strike while the iron is hot and continue to expand and strengthen our business." Wei Chen was in a good mood.

"We'll first set up ten milk tea shops in Tsim Sha Tsui, and once the funds are back, we'll open ten more in Yau Ma Tei."

"If this continues, day after day, the snowball will eventually grow to the point where you're making a fortune every day."

"Brother Chen, that's exactly what I was thinking, and that's exactly what I've been waiting for you to say." Jimmy was immediately overjoyed.

He knew very well that doing business was his forte, but without Wei Chen's support, no matter how capable he was, he would not be able to keep the business running.

It might get smashed at any time.

To put it bluntly, this game can do without Jimmy, but it absolutely cannot do without Wei Chen.

Now that Wei Chen has spoken, Jimmy can finally get his hands dirty.

"Boss, something's happened." Just then, Ahua jogged in.

"What is it?" Wei Chen asked without turning his head, flipping through the account book.

"Our gold shop has been robbed!" Ahua said quickly, his expression extremely urgent.

"I heard it was a gang from the Big Circle, led by Kowloon's most wanted criminal. The police are coming to question us now."

"What?" Wei Chen suddenly turned his head.