Hong Kong Island: From a small stall to a global supplier

Chapter 71 A young and dangerous man who is both civil and military!
(Reviewed, and released by Lan Dagang)
"stand at attention!"

"Take a break!"

"stand at attention!"

"Let's go together!"

In previous years, after school was on vacation, the playground became a gathering place for neighborhood hooligans, who would go there to play football every day.

But starting from a few days ago, no more bad guys dared to come to St. Benedict's Anglican School at 11, Lam Chung Road, Choi Hung Estate.

That’s not right. They didn’t dare to go into the school. Instead, many people lay on the wall and looked inside.

At 8 o'clock in the morning, more than 300 people gathered here at the school. Since Cai Shen Yao asked for it, who would dare not come!

Not only the younger brothers, but also Ajie, Aji, Dakouhui, Ali, Shaze, Feizai Nan, Hungry Ghost Feng, Da Genshuo...all the old guys came too.

Wang Yaotang hired 10 retired police officers from the police academy.

When they first heard that they were going to train gangsters, these old guys looked like they were insulting them.

"Young man, even though we are retired, I am still a police officer. Get out!"

Then Wang Yaotang threw over stacks of Hong Kong banknotes.

(Pictured)
A bunch of gangsters, full of energy and nowhere to vent it, in one word, train hard!
We are not planning to keep all of these 300 people, so just select 200 of them.

Wang Yaotang promised that all those who persisted would be transformed into blue lanterns, and the best ones would be allowed to directly enter the mountain gate through the incense hall. In addition, each person was given a subsidy of 100 yuan per day, so no one complained.

Wang Yaotang looked at it with his hands behind his back, and a picture already appeared in his mind!

If there is conflict again,

Orderly VS scattered soldiers,

Army vs. Rangers,

How can we not win?

By then, all weapons will be replaced with T-shaped batons.

The machete is not good. Every time it cuts a piece, there will be blood. It has a bad effect. Moreover, it is only a skin injury. It will heal in ten days or so.

It’s a T-shaped baton. It can break bones without bleeding!

Seeing that it was almost noon, Wang Yaotang called a halt and shouted with a smile: "Today's training ends here. No need to practice in the afternoon."

"Roar!!"

"Ahhhhh!!" Everyone, including Aji and Ajie, cheered together, and for a while, there were ghosts crying and wolves howling.

After everyone was excited enough, Wang Yaotang raised his hand to calm them down and continued, "In the afternoon, we will start the cultural class!"

"Cultural class!"

"Chemistry class!"

"class!"

The sound echoed in the playground, and everyone was silent for a moment.

No, I don't want to listen!
This news is terrible!

"Brother Yao, I want to train. I love training the most!" Ajie held his head with a terrified expression.

"I told you to take cultural classes!" Wang Yaotang said coldly, "To be a gangster, you must know the law, learn the law, understand the law, and use the law, otherwise you will be a gangster all your life!"

……

Jian Zhenchuan never thought that one day he would teach a group of gangsters.

A group of people were sitting crookedly with nonchalant expressions, and a few of them were staring at him fiercely, as if they were ready to eat someone. Jian Zhenchuan felt a chill down his spine, and he felt a little overwhelmed as he stood on the podium, fearing that someone would jump up and kill him with a knife!

If that person hadn't given too much...

He lowered his head, opened the new lesson plan, and didn't look down at all. He hypnotized himself that there was no one below him. He took a deep breath and began to lecture on his own.

Jian Zhenchuan, history teacher, has a newly made lesson plan in his hand.

History is taught in Form 2 in Hong Kong Island. The British Hong Kong government created a history book... which is full of falsehoods and whitewashing.

To this end, Wang Yaotang specially found someone to smuggle a batch of books back from the north.

Wang Yaotang slowly poked his head out from the classroom window, his eyes swept across the faces of a group of his men, his eyes full of excitement!

I remember that back then, my homeroom teacher would lie in ambush at the window like this, always catching me out when I was chatting, dozing off, or reading novels, and then giving me a severe scolding.

Because you’ve been caught in the rain, you want to tear up other people’s umbrellas!
It would be better if there were a few more hailstorms and heavy rains to let them feel the dangers of society!

By the window, a thug was listening and feeling a little sleepy. Suddenly, he felt something dirty approaching. He turned his head subconsciously and saw Wang Yaotang's big face pressed against the window.

A chill flowed from the top of my scalp straight to the soles of my feet, and I screamed, "Ah!!"

Everyone in the class looked over in shock!

Exposed, Wang Yaotang did not hide it. He pushed open the door of the classroom and walked in, looking around with a cold gaze, "I spent a lot of money to find a classroom, textbooks, and teachers to teach you, and this is how you repay me!"

“You, you, you…” Wang Yaotang stretched out his hand and pointed at the three troublemakers, “Come out!” The three were so scared that their faces turned pale, but they had to bite the bullet and walk out under Wang Yaotang’s cold gaze, “Brother Yao, I won’t dare to do it again!”

"Apologies are useless, so why do we need rules?" Wang Yaotang snorted coldly, "Ajie, Aji, tie them up and hang them up. Don't hit their hands or heads, it will affect their studies!"

There were 20 crudely made wooden crosses on the playground, all with people tied to them, and more than 200 other people stood in the corridor, all with their necks hunched and their expressions distorted.

Ajie and Aji started whipping them one by one with whips, just like a military interrogation.

The screams echoed throughout the school!
The 20 or so teachers and instructors Wang Yaotang had called in gasped as they watched, "This, this, this... it's just not following classroom discipline, this shouldn't be a serious enough crime, right?"

"I spent hundreds of thousands of dollars training you!" Wang Yaotang shouted while holding a loud speaker, "I can use this money to pick up girls for ten years!"

"I'm telling you losers, there are three courses, History, Law, and Criminal Case, and you'll have an exam every week. This is what will happen if you score below 70 points!"

"You don't want to learn? What kind of a club are you guys in!"

A teacher smacked his lips and said, "You said these tricks...can students complete them?"

"I think so. This..." A teacher pointed at Ajie and Aji who were still whipping them, "They are not stupid, they just don't want to learn."

"Too."

"You said, if the school is managed by a club..."

An instructor twitched his lips, "Are you crazy? Are you going to be a gangster after graduation? Leave some room for the police!"

"Uh..." Several teachers shuddered as they thought of some bad images.

"Then why did you accept his employment?" a teacher muttered.

The instructor's face flushed, and then he started to say some difficult to understand words like 'teaching without distinction', 'be positive and progressive', 'reform yourself', etc., and the surroundings were filled with a happy atmosphere.

10:00-12:30——Training.

12:30-13:30——Lunch.

13:30-16:00——Cultural classes.

16:00-16:30——Dinner.

16:30-17:30——Take bus to Tsim Sha Tsui East.

17:30-1:00——Watching the show, parking, doing homework...

007?

So gentle!

How can you sleep well when you are so young and have no special skills?

Get up, everyone! Study and work!
An imaginary community: watching the show, parking, chasing horses, hacking people - do whatever you want, feel relaxed and happy.

Real-life clubs: watching the show, parking, training, going to school - all based on the rules, hard work and depression.

……

"Brother Yao."

Awei pushed the door open with a middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man is named Song Yiran, 45 years old, graduated from high school, has been engaged in the clothing industry for 20 years, has two wives, 5 children, and his parents are still alive. His life is stable but stressful, and he originally didn't want to come.

But Wang Yaotang went to invite them personally, and was finally moved by their sincerity and gladly joined Hongdou Clothing.

"Awei, Lao Song, come and sit down. Help yourself to whatever you want to drink." Wang Yaotang waved with a smile.

Old Song nodded, his eyes full of complexity. He had to become a thief for the sake of his family. Although he felt unhappy, he could only force himself to do his best.

Alas, this is the suffering of middle-aged men!
Sure enough, it was enough to get the body of the worker.

As soon as Song Yiran took over, he sorted out the company from top to bottom and set up the general manager's office, R&D and design department, production and procurement department, logistics and warehousing department, sales department, finance department, and quality inspection department. Hongdou Clothing instantly became formal.

"Brother Yao, we have already opened 15 stores, and other club stores are also opening one after another. Old Song's idea is to gradually take back the sales channels from the newspaper vendors."

"We should take it back. The money was earned by the newspaper vendors." Wang Yaotang became interested.

Song Yiran said in a deep voice: "Directly taking it back will cause a sharp drop in sales, market turmoil, and will also cause counterattacks from newspaper vendors. We can boil the frog in warm water and gradually increase the wholesale price, and finally gradually approach the store cost. It is also a good supplementary channel."

"Very stable." Wang Yaotang smiled and gave a thumbs up, "Then let's do it."

……

"God of Wealth Yao raised the price for those newspaper vendors again?"

"Well, this time it has increased by 5 yuan, twice in one week, what a waste!"

"Haha, not really. Why give money to others when you can earn it yourself? How is the company doing?"

"We have designed eighteen styles, and Manager Bai has arranged production. Boss, when will we launch the product?"

"Don't be impatient, take your time. It doesn't matter if you don't have a business sense. You can learn from people who have brains. Shark Kun failed because he was too impatient. Now the little god of wealth thinks he is invincible. Isn't this a flaw? Wait a little longer. If he can use the newspaper vendors to crush Shark Kun, we can also use the newspaper vendors to crush him."

(End of this chapter)