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Chapter 15 Ah Wu, are you suffering from kidney deficiency?
Da Yu sensed that Chen Fan didn't want to move, and suddenly thought that Kwun Tong was a good place to be.
"Forget it, let's keep the existing territory. I've been running this place in Kwun Tong for seven or eight years. Moving to another place is like starting all over again, which isn't worth it."
Chen Fan spread his hands and said, "Boss, you're the boss, you make the decisions, I'll follow your orders."
"Then it's decided. Here's 800,000. Use it to recruit more people. Come with me to the temple meeting in three days. After the meeting, it will be your inauguration ceremony, which will be presided over by Mr. Jiang himself."
"So fast? Cheng-ge and the others haven't even finished their seven-day mourning period yet."
"In urgent situations, we must act expediently, and Mr. Chiang is a very busy man, so this is how it will be arranged."
Upon hearing this, Chen Fan was even more speechless.
Jiang Tiansheng is such a busy bum. He's always late for meetings because of traffic. I really suspect that his Mercedes-Benz is just a Mazda with a "Tiger Head" shell on it.
He enjoys exercising at home when he has free time, and he also has his woman, Fang Ting, cosplay as a mermaid to test his willpower.
Would someone who's bored out of their mind be busy?
"Go ahead and get busy. Remember to dress smartly three days from now. There's a meeting at nine in the morning. Go to the main hall, greet the others, and make friends with your fellow disciples. You might need them in the future."
Da Yu gave him some earnest advice.
Without his two right-hand men, he is now extremely insecure. Before he can support a new talent, he still needs Chen Fan to maintain appearances. Otherwise, he wouldn't have raised the promised 500,000 to 800,000 to win people's hearts.
In retrospect, his spending of those hundreds of thousands was worthwhile.
After leaving Daewoo's place, Chen Fan drove to a teahouse in Tsim Sha Tsui.
"Brother Fan, you've changed your tune and stopped smoking after just one night?"
Ah Wu was astonished to see Chen Fan chewing on a thick, green "grass" (￣～￣) with relish.
"I can tell you don't know your stuff. This is genuine aphrodisiac herb; chewing it raw produces a 'bang bang' effect!"
"Is it really that weird?"
"Don't believe me? Fine. I was originally planning to send you one privately to try, but this saves me the trouble."
"What's given away can't be taken back."
Upon hearing that there was something to gain, A-Wu didn't care whether Chen Fan was telling the truth or not. He snatched the food, took a bite, and marked it with his own mark.
Chen Fan's lips twitched, and he retorted, "Wow, you're even more cunning than Hua Xiu, that dog!"
"Wow, this is impressive! I can feel my blood surging!"
"No way? Brother Wu, are you suffering from kidney deficiency? I chewed forty or fifty of them and didn't feel anything, but you had a rush of blood and qi after just one bite. Be careful not to overdo it and end up with a nosebleed and anemia."
"Great! You're just suffering from kidney deficiency, you know you need to nourish yourself to practice martial arts." A-Wu's eyes darted around, and he chuckled, "Honestly, how many of these do you have? Give me thirty-eight, and you won't have to pay the thirty-eight thousand."
"No, I'll pay you. I've just gotten used to this food. If I give it to you, I won't have any left."
Chen Fan took out the money he had ordered earlier and handed it to A Wu.
At that moment, Ah Wu suddenly felt that the money in his hand was no longer appealing; that aphrodisiac herb really could make him "bang bang".
"You wouldn't sell them for a thousand each?"
"I'm not selling them. I don't even have enough for myself. Unless you switch to my stall, I might be able to give you ten sticks."
"Impossible! Even if you gave me a hundred blades of grass, I would never switch sides and follow you."
Ah Wu almost immediately refused. He admitted that this herb was beneficial for martial arts training, but there are many ways to supplement one's diet for martial arts training.
Would he really associate with Chen Fan for something so trivial? Doesn't he have any pride?
"Alright, the bill is settled. I'll contact you next time I need business."
"I'm really looking forward to the day when you place your next order that exceeds 100,000 and benefits me."
"You'll find out when I call you."
Chen Fan knew what A Wu was implying.
Daewoo's life can't be thrown into this guy's hands so easily. At the very least, he should die a worthy death, giving us a reason to start a war.
It was already afternoon when I got back to the bar in Kwun Tong.
Although the bar wasn't open yet, a lot of gangsters had already gathered inside and outside the bar.
Without a doubt, these people are all talented individuals who came to "apply for a job".
"It's Iron Fist Fan!"
"What's Iron Fist Fan? Call him Brother Fan!"
"Hello, Brother Fan, my name is Sang Gou, and I came all the way from Tuen Mun to seek refuge with you!"
"Brother Fan, take me in! I'm as strong as an ox. I took on three friends in one go the other day."
"I'll pick you three, you old bastard. If you're going to pick a dead chicken, then pick a dead chicken. Don't believe this big shot's nonsense, Brother Fan. One against three is me, Mad Bull."
"..."
The gangsters standing outside the door stared longingly at Chen Fan, and many of them loudly marketed themselves.
Chen Fan raised his hand to quell the noise and made a shushing gesture.
It took more than two minutes for these people to finally quiet down.
"I'm happy that you brothers want to follow me, but everything has its rules. If you meet my recruitment criteria, I will definitely accept you. If you don't get a chance this time, you can come again next time. I will make sure someone gives you priority consideration."
One hundred and fifty spots are not many. Not counting the people interviewing inside the bar, there were nearly a hundred people gathered. Chen Fan didn't know how many people Ahua had recruited, but judging from the situation, it was definitely a lot. He estimated that it wouldn't take more than two days to recruit enough people.
Nowadays, there are many young people in Hong Kong who are involved in the underworld. Chen Fan has a reputation for being fiercely protective of his underlings, and the benefits he gives them are a hundred dollars more than most triads in Hong Kong. (PS: Later in this book, I will include plots from foreign movies, so the global population and area will triple. There will be no monsters, no immortal cultivation, and at most, just a special ability.)
Money is the core driving force that motivates gangsters to work.
Walking through the crowd into the bar, Chen Fan looked around to see if there were any "familiar" faces.
To his regret, none of the hundreds of people had the face of a "protagonist" or "villain"; they were all very ordinary, generic faces.
After looking around, Chen Fan called Ahua to his office.
Recruiting people is just giving them a trial period; if they don't meet the requirements during the trial period, they will still be dismissed. The absence of Ahua to oversee the recruitment process will not have a significant impact.
"Ahua, how many people have you recruited? Are there any promising talents?"
"There are more than sixty of them, and a few of them do seem quite clever."
Chen Fan became interested and asked, "Where are they?"
"The plane took them and the other thugs for combat tests. Should we call them over now?"
"Let's wait until they finish their tests," Chen Fan paused, then asked, "Any progress on those two matters?"
"There are too many people to investigate regarding the intelligence related to Hong Tai. The outsider said it will take at least three more days to sort it out. As for Poisonous Snake Bing's sister, she was caught red-handed this morning by Luo Maosen and his men at the yoga center. In the end, two police officers came to her rescue."
"Oh?" Chen Fan raised an eyebrow. "Luo Maosen has shown himself?"
Ahua nodded and said, "It seems he also stole that woman's purse."
"Contact the edge... never mind, let's contact that lewd detective Meng Bo instead. Have him keep a close eye on Luo Maosen, and while he's at it, check on that bastard's recent itinerary to see if he's been to a surfboard shop; the owner's a foreigner."
"Brother Fan, Meng Bo charges three times more than outsiders," Ahua said, his face full of pain.
Chen Fan shook his head and said, "Three times is nothing. If we find out the truth, we'll be rolling in money."
Upon hearing the words "windfall," Ahua's pained expression instantly turned into a smile.