mijobooks Chapter 31 The makeshift team was finally assembled.
Chapter 31 The makeshift team was finally assembled.
Inside the detective's office, the two plainclothes detectives breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing that Lei Luo had agreed to cover the cost of 30 people being killed.
The plainclothes detective, who looked rather mature, puffed out his chest and declared, "Don't worry, Brother Luo. Ah-Chi and I, along with the guys from the outside shift, will definitely take care of the remaining 20 men by tomorrow afternoon at the latest."
This man is named Zhao Deshun, a native of Fengshun, Chaozhou. He was chosen by Lei Luo because of his ruthlessness and daring. He was nicknamed Brother Shun and was in charge of the informant network in Sham Shui Po. In the past, he would go to Kowloon Walled City to buy manpower every month when the police station needed it. This time, the quota imposed by the higher-ups was too large, so Lei Luo was needed to take action.
The young man next to him, whom Shun Ge called Ah Ji, was actually named Lin Guoji, and nicknamed Ji Shao.
Originally from Chaozhou, but born in Hong Kong, he attended night school for two years, knows basic English, and is responsible for running errands and helping Lui Lok write official documents. He is very proficient in writing.
Seeing that his two trusted confidants hadn't let him down, Lei Luo smiled with satisfaction: "Good, get out there and get to work."
Ji Shao, being young, took the initiative to open the door.
Shun walked to the door and turned to look at Lei Luo: "By the way, Brother Luo, there's a case reported by the Yellow River Plastics Factory. Their former warehouse manager was dishonest and stole about ten or twenty thousand Hong Kong dollars in illicit gains over three years."
"Is there any need to say anything about this? One more robbery case, two more 'flower cases' for that damn manager." Lei Luo looked a little impatient as he unfolded the daily horse racing newspaper and started reading.
In the past, if Brother Luo had given the order, Zhao Deshun would have never said a word.
But thinking of the gifts that Yu Laoming had personally delivered to his home last night, Zhao Deshun could only continue, "Brother Luo, this good-for-nothing nephew is Yu Laoming from Fuyixing, you see..."
Lei Luo put down the horse racing report, smiled, and looked him over: "You've taken the money, haven't you?"
"No! No!" Zhao Deshun waved his hands repeatedly, explaining to Lei Luo, "I just think that Yu Laoming is a big shot in Fuyixing in this area, shouldn't we give him some face?"
"Face? There are so many big and small gangsters in Sham Shui Po that they can't even fit on three mahjong tables."
Today this person wants to save face, tomorrow that person wants to ask for a favor.
"So, will our police station still be open?" Lei Luo's smile grew even brighter, but Zhao Deshun, who was being questioned, had a thin layer of sweat on his forehead.
Ji Shao stood aside and watched, not daring to say a word.
Fortunately, Lei Luo did not continue to exert pressure. He turned his gaze back to the horse racing newspaper in his hand and said, "Go out and do your work. If Yu Laoming has any objections, tell him to come and talk to me personally."
"Yes, Brother Luo." Zhao Deshun dared not say another word and quickly walked out of the room.
After Ji Shao closed the door, Lei Luo snorted: "Yu Laoming? He didn't even come to burn incense for me, yet he wants me to give him face?"
"Then I might as well stick with this case and give Boss Li face from afar."
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That evening, in Kowloon Walled City, on the back street of Lung Chun Road.
After Lin Yuanshan, Tie Tou, and Xiao Tu finished their dinner, he continued to teach them to recognize characters and do arithmetic.
There are too few people available. According to Lin Yuanshan's plan, as long as the two of them are taught some basic writing and addition and subtraction, they will be able to be of some use.
The little rabbit is young and studies very hard, so it's making good progress. Iron Head, on the other hand, is much worse; he can't even write his own name properly.
Time quickly passed to eight o'clock, but the person I wanted to see still hadn't arrived.
Just as Lin Yuanshan was feeling somewhat disappointed, a few knocks came from outside the door: "Excuse me, does Manager Lin live here? I'm Rong."
"Brother Iron Head." Lin Yuanshan looked at Iron Head.
Tie Tou quickly put down his pencil, got up, and went to open the door.
At the doorway, Ah Rong stood with a fearful expression, a stark contrast to his filthy appearance in the shack during the day.
Tonight, he changed into a coarse cloth short jacket and shaved his head. If he hadn't identified himself, even Tie Tou probably wouldn't have recognized him if they met on the street.
"Come in." Tie Tou waved his hand, stepping aside.
Ah Rong nodded and said "Yes," then stepped into the house, his steps uneven. "Manager Lin, I'm here."
"Please sit wherever you like." Lin Yuanshan pointed to the sofa, and Xiao Tu tactfully put away the stationery and chairs, and even poured a few glasses of water.
Ah Rong sat down awkwardly, holding a water glass in both hands, and looked at Lin Yuanshan expectantly: "Manager Lin, the factory you saw during the day was actually opened by Manager Yu and his nephew, Yu Laoming."
Therefore, even if you want to use me, you still need a factory and some supporting equipment before we can start production.
"Very good, it seems Brother Rong knows what I want you to do." Lin Yuanshan smiled as he looked at the down-on-his-luck bald man in front of him, knocked out a cigarette and tossed it over: "Don't worry, the factory will definitely provide it."
Moreover, the scale of the environment and the machinery are definitely better than what you used before.
Upon hearing this, Ah Rong's wrinkles at the corners of his eyes relaxed, a rare sight indeed: "That's good, that's good."
Ah Rong lit a cigarette and took a few deep drags: "Boss, please forgive me for asking such an intrusive question."
Are you planning to do the same thing as Lao Yu and his ilk, just create negative information?
Or should we recycle the waste materials and make our own recycled plastic flowers?
Lin Yuanshan didn't answer directly. Instead, he opened his wallet and slapped 3000 yuan on the table: "I'm planning to buy a small factory that's either shut down or partially shut down. I'll make you the factory manager. Your monthly salary will be the same as before, 120 yuan, but I'll give you a 5% commission on the profits."
"Huh? You'll give me a 5% commission?" Ah Rong, who had been staring at the six hunchbacked men on the table, looked up in surprise upon hearing this.
Lin Yuanshan nodded: "You heard me right, it's 5 points. If you don't believe me, we can draw up a contract and include this clause."
"No need! No need! Boss, you're clearly someone who does big things. You certainly wouldn't waste your time and breath trying to scam a cripple like me for these 5 points."
Ah Rong waved his hands repeatedly, politely declining while also showing weakness in his words, hoping that Lin Yuanshan would not bully people with disabilities.
After all, in his view, Lin Yuanshan had just replaced Lao Yu and came to Hexing Plastics Recycling Plant to recruit him.
This young man is definitely plotting the same thing as Uncle Yu and his nephew, planning to use his position to siphon waste from the Shek Kip Mei branch for recycling.
Engaging in shady dealings where one could end up in a police car at any moment means that signing an employment contract effectively gives the other party leverage over one's activities.
At Ah Rong's age, he knows very well what he can and cannot do.
It's a shady business to begin with. If Lin Yuanshan refuses to pay his share of the profits after this contract is signed, can he really sue him?
Lin Yuanshan could vaguely tell what the bald, lame man was afraid of.
However, having only known each other for a day, Lin Yuanshan was too lazy to explain. If he wanted to open a factory, he wouldn't do it in the shadows.
Lin Yuanshan picked up his water glass and took a sip: "Go talk to Yu Laoming about quitting your job tomorrow."
He's currently preoccupied with cutting ties with Lao Yu and doesn't have time to deal with you.
He might even be happy that you resigned voluntarily, making it easier for him to sell that run-down factory and recoup his previous investment.