Reborn in 1985: From Selling Braised Duck to Becoming the World's Richest Man

Chen Jianghe was stunned when he heard Liang Ming's words.

A strong sense of happiness welled up in my heart.

If it weren't for the envious glances from his colleagues all around him, he would have thought he was dreaming!

"Boss, I will definitely do a good job as the lobby manager and live up to your expectations!"

Chen Jianghe quickly said to Liang Ming with a serious expression.

If I could become a lobby manager, my salary would definitely increase significantly, which would allow me to support my younger siblings' education and ease my mother's burden.

"Alright, from now on, this Xiangmanlou branch will be managed by you. Boss Jiang and I will supervise you."

Liang Ming patted Chen Jianghe on the shoulder and chuckled.

After Chen Jianghe was appointed as the lobby manager of the Xiangmanlou branch, the surrounding restaurant staff all congratulated him.

"Brother Jianghe, we'll be counting on you from now on."

"Don't call me Brother Jianghe, you should call me Manager Chen! You have no manners!"

"Yes, yes, Manager Chen!"

Hearing his colleagues' compliments, Chen Jianghe felt a surge of emotion and silently clenched his fists.

I must manage this Xiangmanlou branch well, increase the turnover, and live up to Boss Liang's kindness in recognizing my talent.

I will repay your kindness on the Golden Terrace and die for you with the Jade Dragon!

Boss Liang was his benefactor!

……

the other side.

After leaving the Xiangmanlou Restaurant branch, the three tigers and their gang were still somewhat shaken.

"We finally escaped! I never expected the chefs at the Xiangmanlou Restaurant branch to be so good at fighting!"

"You bet! My teeth are all loosened from being hit."

Sanhu's henchmen were talking all at once.

Finally, one of the underlings turned to the Three Tigers and asked:

"Brother Tiger, that Boss Liang of Xiangmanlou Restaurant is really despicable. Shouldn't we think of a way to get revenge?"

Upon hearing his underling's words, Sanhu slapped him across the face and cursed:

"Retaliate against you my ass! Didn't you see how Boss Liang showed leniency just now?"

"Otherwise, with what we just did, we'd be eating peanuts right now."

The underling shrank back after being slapped by Sanhu, not daring to argue back.

"Brother Tiger, how are we going to explain this to that guy surnamed Song?"

"He told us to cause trouble for Boss Liang."

Another underling asked.

"Confess, what do I need to confess to Song Qiang?"

Upon hearing his younger brother's words, Sanhu's face darkened, and he said:

"If it weren't for Song Qiang, would we have been beaten up and even had the 300 yuan we had taken away?"

"We need to settle this score with Song Qiang."

He hadn't forgotten what Liang Ming had just told him.

"My restaurant has thin profit margins, how much money can you extort? You must have heard about Song Qiang's recent rise to wealth, he has Hong Kong dollars, that's the real money!"

When Sanhu heard this, he thought it made sense. Extorting Liang Ming was not as profitable as robbing Song Qiang's Hong Kong dollars.

The underlings were all stunned when they heard what Sanhu said.

"Brother Tiger, is this really a good idea?"

"I heard that Song Qiang has recently made a fortune, and he has Hong Kong businessmen supporting him."

Upon hearing this, Sanhu said indignantly, "Pah! She just got a little money from someone because her sister was someone else's mistress."

"As the saying goes, even a powerful dragon can't suppress a local snake. Even if we deal with Song Qiang, his Hong Kong businessman brother-in-law can't do anything to us."

"I heard that Song Qiang has so many Hong Kong dollars that he can't spend them all."

Upon hearing this, the henchmen immediately understood what their boss meant.

Instead of extorting money from Xiangmanlou Restaurant, it's better to blackmail Song Qiang and make him and his brother-in-law demand money.

In the mid-80s, the average person's monthly salary was only thirty or forty yuan.

At that time, even the poorest people on Hong Kong Island earned around HK$5000 a month.

Converted to Chinese currency, that's over 4000 yuan.

This is why so many people from the coast risked their lives to swim and smuggle themselves to Hong Kong Island.

You can earn in one month there what you would earn in 10 years back home – that's the wealth gap.

Who wouldn't want to give it a shot?

"Brother Tiger, we'll listen to you. You tell us what to do, and we'll do it."

"That's right. After we finish this job, we'll take the money and can do whatever we want."

Several henchmen spoke to Sanhu.

Seeing that his underlings had made up their minds, Sanhu didn't waste any words and led them to a dilapidated tile-roofed house.

Song Qiang was in his tile-roofed house, eating dog meat hotpot and drinking beer.

"Why did it take you so long to get back? You guys ruined the reputation of Xiangmanlou branch. How did things go?"

Upon seeing the return of Sanhu and his group, Song Qiang asked them while eating dog meat, his tone somewhat arrogant.

Ever since his sister Song Mei got together with a Hong Kong businessman, he now has more money than he can spend every day, and he has become arrogant and disdainful of everyone.

Hearing Song Qiang's arrogant tone, the expressions of the three tigers and the others became somewhat strange.

"We took the dead rat to Xiangmanlou Restaurant to cause trouble, but it didn't work out..."

The three tigers briefly recounted how they put dead rats in the food, only to discover they were field mice.

Upon hearing this, Song Qiang's face darkened, and he cursed, "What? A dead rat has become a dead field mouse?"

"How can you be so stupid? You can't even handle this simple task."

"I'd rather give that 300 yuan to a dog than to you!"

"Even a dog knows to wag its tail and lick my boots, but you guys are even dumber than pigs..."

Song Qiang got more and more into cursing. Ever since he got money, he felt that no matter how loud or harsh his words were, no one would dare to contradict him.

What he didn't notice was that the three tigers were all injured, and their expressions gradually turned cold after hearing Song Qiang's insults.

"Have you finished yelling?"

Five minutes later, Sanhu interrupted Song Qiang's insults and said in a somewhat angry tone.

"What? You took my money, didn't get the job done, and now you're not even going to give me a piece of your mind?"

Song Qiang was unaware that something was wrong. He smashed the bowl and chopsticks he was using to eat dog meat and reached out to slap Sanhu's face.

"Fuck your mother, do you really think you can act arrogantly in front of Brother Tiger just because you have a little money?"

"You're supposed to give us money? You're supposed to take the money? Boss Liang took it all long ago."

At this moment, two of Sanhu's henchmen rushed out, one throwing a punch and the other kicking Song Qiang in the stomach, knocking him to the ground.

Song Qiang never expected that Sanhu and his gang would actually attack him, and he was beaten until he howled in pain.

After his underlings had vented their anger, Sanhu waved them off and walked up to Song Qiang.

"Sanhu, you...you've all gone mad!"

At this moment, Song Qiang was already bruised and swollen, and he cursed through gritted teeth.

“Song Qiang, we’re not crazy. We just think that extorting Xiangmanlou Restaurant is not as good as extorting you, since you have a Hong Kong businessman brother-in-law.”

Sanhu squatted down, patted Song Qiang's face, and sneered:

"So what? You wrote a letter yourself, and had my men take it back to your house to ask your brother-in-law for money."

"Would it be better if I just chopped off one of your fingers, took it home, and asked them for money?"

Upon hearing this, Song Qiang's face turned deathly pale.