I Am King

"Boss, buying fruit?"

"Take a look at what kind of fruit you want. All the fruits here are imported from abroad, and I guarantee they are fresh and delicious."

At a fruit stand in Yuen Long, the owner greeted the man in the trench coat and sunglasses with a smile.

"You're the Fruit King?"

Wang Jianjun took off his sunglasses and looked the fruit stall owner up and down. If the list hadn't clearly recorded the gunmen's appearances, families, and occupations, he really wouldn't have believed that this middle-aged man selling fruit was one of the strongest gunmen!

"You're too kind, boss. It's all thanks to everyone's support."

"But if you want to buy good fruit, you can't go wrong by coming to my place."

As they were talking, Fruit King picked up an apple and handed it to Wang Jianjun; "Boss, you can try it. If it's not crisp or sweet, it's free."

“…Wang Jiayuan should get to work.”

Wang Jianjun reached out and took the apple, but instead of eating it, he looked at the fruit stall owner in front of him with great interest.

This was the code word Dongxing used when hiring gunmen. Upon hearing this, the fruit stall owner's smile froze on his face. He met Wang Jianjun's eyes for a few seconds and replied, "After resting for so long, it's time to get to work!"

"Here are photos and information about the target. I'll give you a day or two."

Once the code was matched, Wang Jianjun reached into the pocket of his trench coat, took out two envelopes, threw them onto the stall, and then turned and left.

According to the task process outlined in the roster, one envelope contains the target information, and the other contains money. This money is for the gunman to buy guns and bullets, and it's only 30,000. If the mission is completed, there will be a bonus later. If the mission is not completed and the gunman is accidentally killed, there will be a resettlement allowance sent to the gunman's family. This basically ensures that the gunman can do his job without any worries.

"It's imported, take it and eat it."

Back in the car, Wang Jianjun tossed the apple to his cousin and driver, Wang Aiguo.

"Thank you, Jianjun. Where do we go next?"

“Let’s go back to the tenement first! I’m still not entirely at ease relying on these people to do things. I’ll arrange for a few more people to follow them. If they get caught, we can ‘make amends’ for them…”

Wang Jianjun pondered for a few seconds before speaking.

Actually, when Qin Feng instructed him to find someone to do the job, he was already planning to send his own people, since the bonus for completing the task would be quite substantial.

However, Qin Feng rejected his suggestion, arguing that the gang had been supporting these people for so many years and needed to see their worth. Besides, if these people died accidentally, the gang wouldn't need to spend money supporting them anymore.

Qin Feng's reasoning left Wang Jianjun with no way to refute it.

Despite his refusal, Qin Feng left Wang Jianjun an opening: if these "suicide squad" failed or all of them died, Wang Jianjun's men could take over the mission depending on the situation. In short, unless Qin Feng said to stop, the mission would continue indefinitely, until the very end.

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"Uncle Shan, are you kidding me?"

"This is all the money the club has accumulated over decades?"

Qin Feng slammed his hand on the desk, staring at Uncle Shan with a fierce look in his eyes.

Fusheng and Uncle Shan have just sorted out the accounts. Excluding physical properties, the cash is only 80 million.

Even if you include all the physical properties, the total assets are only a little over 200 million.

Qin Feng didn't believe that a gang that had been around for decades could have such a small amount of money. He now suspected that his money had been embezzled by that old geezer Uncle Shan, or that the old man had used a fake ledger to deceive him.

"Ah Feng, don't get so agitated. The gang really only has this much money in its accounts right now. I... would never lie to you about this, and I can't lie to you about it."

Seeing Qin Feng's furious expression, Uncle Shan swallowed hard.

"Impossible. Although I have never seen the club's accounts before, in the past year or so, my monthly fees alone have exceeded one million. If you include the fees of others, the club must have collected more than one hundred million a year."

"And this doesn't even include the money the gang makes from selling 'goods'. If you include that, the gang can easily earn two or three hundred million a year."

Although the last sentence sounded like a question, Qin Feng's tone was unusually certain. Although he didn't sell his products, it was undeniable that this was indeed a highly profitable business. Otherwise, who would risk their life to do this business?

Qin Feng even suspected that two or three hundred million was an underestimate, because Dongxing's sales volume in the Netherlands was much greater than that in Hong Kong.

"Uncle Shan, I respect you as my uncle, but you can't treat me like a fool, can you?"

"If that's the case, then I won't be able to explain it to my men. If any of them are dissatisfied, I won't be able to control them."

"What do you mean by 'Long live the madman'?"

Uncle Shan's expression immediately changed. He was certain that Qin Feng was threatening him, and in a very blatant way.

"I'm not interested in that, I'm just worried that my brothers might be. They might run off to the Ugly Country and cause trouble for your family, Uncle Shan!!!"

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