"Master Lin, I haven't seen you for a while!"

Curry Boy, who is from the Sikh tribe in India, greeted Lin Huaile in awkward Mandarin.

Looking at the curry boy with his head wrapped in toilet paper, he forced a smile on his face, nodded, and walked into the elevator.

The building is old and there is no reason why the elevator is new.

Every time he takes this elevator, Lin Huaile is always worried about his life and whether he will be revealed here.

The cables pulled the heavy iron frame up layer by layer, making a tooth-breaking crunching sound.

"Brother Le, aunt has already mortgaged the house to the people in Shuifang."

"Rosewood got a call yesterday and said the house will be closed in two days."

"What are we still doing here?"

"Don't worry, when I get rich, I will help Brother Le redeem the house!"

Changmao leaned against the elevator sleepily, patting his chest and promising to help his boss redeem this unit.

Lin Huaile didn't care. To be honest, he really didn't have much affection for this house.

Scattered fragments in the brain are more like movies.

After all, emotions need to be cultivated, and cultivation takes time.

He didn't have time to do either of these things.

After all, there is no resurrection after death.

Find the key, open the door, and find that the warmly decorated home is in a mess.

Lin Huaile didn't pay attention, but walked to the kitchen to get a can of ice Coke to relieve the severe pain in his back.

Following his instinct, he successfully found the kitchen, but the refrigerator in its original location was nowhere to be seen.

It seems I can’t drink Coke!

"Changmao, take my father's portrait to the car."

Lin Huaile had been under too much pressure recently and was a little obsessed with nicotine, so he took out one and lit it up.

Changmao solemnly walked to the temporary memorial tablet in the hall, bowed seriously, then put on incense sticks, wiped his hands clean, then held the photo of the deceased in both hands and walked out.

Lin Huaile witnessed this scene throughout the whole process and also clasped his hands to send his father a ride.

There are only two purposes for returning to this house, one is to take away the portrait, and the other is to take away the most important property in this house.

Shuanglong Lin has private money. It seems that every Chinese man will leave some cross-river money when he reaches middle age, without exception.

Even some of the top richest people are not immune to this.

A big man should not be without power for a day, and a young man should not be without money for a day.

This is what Shuanglong Lin taught Lin Huaile since childhood.

Under the bed in the master bedroom, there is a movable floor, which contains Shuanglong Lin's life savings.

how many?

have no idea!

Lin Huaile pushed open the bed and easily found the slightly damaged floor, as well as a bag sealed with plastic sheeting.

There were many documents in the bag. In Lin Huaile's opinion, the most valuable one was a land deed to a small beach in Tsuen Wan, close to the pier and with a good view.

It's just that the area is not big, only the size of a standard football field, more than 7,000 square meters.

All that's left is the bankbook and the store.

The money is not much, only more than 300,000 yuan, and the shop is in Wan Chai, so it is worth the money.

After counting, Lin Huaile took it into his arms. This was his start-up capital.

Hong Kong in the 1970s was considered the best period for its business environment.

The ghosts were vacillating, the owners were doubtful, and the henchmen were even more frightened. Many people sent their children and grandchildren to the British Isles to make arrangements in advance.

Mixing the prefix is ​​a dead end, so what if you become the dragon head?

It's not just that you hide when you see a note, or you shrink back when you feel the emperor's anger.

There is no future and no way to make money.

Turning into a regular career and doing business is the way to go!

Lin Huaile put the bed back in place, patted his chest and walked out of the house where he had lived for many years.

Back in the car, Lin Huaile said to Changmao: "Call Geili Gao and ask him to collect the house."

"Don't bother me with those who ride horses from now on!".

Changmao knew that Lin Huaile was in a bad mood, so he just nodded.

For a legitimate business, which line of business should I go into?

Lin Huaile leaned back in his chair and thought hard.

After a big fight last night, Hesheng officially closed its doors.

This is Lin Huaile's only business at the moment. Just pumping water every day can earn him thousands of dollars. Taking into account the salary of the girl in the shop and Ma Zai's late-night snack money, the money is also very considerable.

In the final analysis, Lin Huaile still lacks understanding of Xiangjiang Jianghu.

The Ge Laohui is a long-established organization that has spread to Xiangjiang and has been developing for fifty or sixty years. The businesses controlled by its subordinates are also diverse.

But a big event happened last year, the Independent Commission Against Corruption was established.

The four detectives failed in their battle with Lian Ji and left Hong Kong with hatred.

These Chinese bigwigs who were supporting the business left, and without backers, all semi-public illegal businesses went underground.

But this year, the Three Flags completely broke away from the prefix and announced to the outside world that they would completely solve the problem of the prefix.

Although, even the big guys of the Three Flags themselves wouldn't believe it if it were released.

But this also sends a signal that the prefixes should be restrained and things done.

Because after the news was released, there were only a few policemen in military uniforms who were brave enough to charge a fee.

So at this time, the number of noodle stalls in Xiangjiang began to decrease.

In the past, it was produced and sold by itself, and became a large transfer station, selling to Malaysia and Honolulu.

But things have changed, and now all the noodle stalls in Xiangjiang have to purchase finished products from overseas.

But there are only a few overseas lines, and everyone wants to be a big banker in Xiangjiang.

Therefore, from the mid-1970s to the early 1980s, all major prefixes were competing for lines.

What does it take to seize the road?

Of course you have to use people to rob it!

Without people, you can't hold on to a golden mountain.

People are needed to clean up places and kill people, to put people in jail as scapegoats, to inform people, to watch places and protect families.

This is also the main reason why Xiangjiang was recruiting troops like crazy during this period, and the number of troops increased dramatically.

In the animal kingdom, the most invincible predator must be a powerful one.

The same goes for people, and the same goes for organizations.

All the big names want to make themselves look strong.

Naturally, it is necessary to recruit more horses and open up business.

Of course, in addition to powder stalls, gambling stalls, nightclubs, bars, and saunas, all of which need people.

In the past, the four detectives headed by Lei Luo divided the territory for Jianghu, so naturally there was no dispute.

But Lei Luo has already gone to Tainan and is officially retired, so he has no time to worry about the turmoil in Xiangjiang.

Even if he wanted to intervene, no one would betray his face.

In the final analysis, the prosperity of the prefix depends on the size of the territory.

The territory in the arena is determined by who has more people and stronger fists.

If an association like Yau Tsim Mong or Wan Chai wants to stand firm in oily areas, it won't work if it doesn't have enough brothers.

But where there are many people, there are many right and wrongs.

They all put their heads out of their belts to earn a living, and their behavior is naturally unscrupulous. Life and death are ordinary matters.

Maybe a 49-year-old boy just got a job yesterday and his body will be found on the street tomorrow.

Mr. Dickens's words are very appropriate when applied to the world of martial arts.

It was the dwarf mules' best of times, and it was their worst of times.
Chapter completed!