Rebirth in Hong Kong: The Tallest Tree Catches the Most Wind

In the market.

Wu Tianyao led Qin Hao inside. The two were quite different in height, one tall and one short, blending into the crowd.

Qin Hao is 1.83 meters tall, looks big and burly, and has a fierce face that makes him look like someone you shouldn't mess with.

He was wearing a black, tight-fitting vest and jeans, revealing his bulging arm muscles and exuding power.

Wu Tianyao is much more handsome, standing at 1.79 meters tall, with a very defined profile and a lean, wiry build.

A white T-shirt, tucked into faded indigo jeans, the leather tag on the waistband showing the marks of time that leather has always possessed.

Inside the stalls on both sides.

The shampoo girl, who had no customers, sat with her legs apart by the door, a cigarette dangling from her lips, and waved to Wu Tianyao, inviting them in to relax.

However, they stopped after seeing Qin Hao.

His large, muscular physique looks very strong, so doing business with him doesn't seem like a very worthwhile investment.

They charge per session.

This large size might cause the project to exceed the market price period, which wouldn't be worthwhile.

Street food stall.

Fat Kun sat at the folding table, sipping Vita Milk, while several henchmen scattered around him.

Jeans were very popular in this era, and these young men were all dressed in jeans, some even with pagers hanging from their waists, looking incredibly glamorous.

"Oh, it's Ah Yao."

Fatty Kun's henchman, Leopard Qiang, took the pack of Marlboros that Wu Tianyao handed him, and spoke much more politely: "Brother Kun is in a good mood today, he's waiting for you inside."

This was the first time Wu Tianyao had seen Fatty Kun since his rebirth; he rarely saw him on ordinary days.

There wasn't much profit to be made from Wu Tianyao's business, so Fatty Kun didn't bother with it. All he had to do was pay the bills on time each month.

Wu Tianyao spoke up first: "Boss, sorry, there was a traffic jam on the way."

"Hahaha... Yao-zai's here, come and sit down."

Fatty Kun rubbed the large gold ring on his left thumb and greeted them warmly, "You've come at the perfect time! Let's grab a late-night snack!"

Wu Tianyao glanced at the desktop.

Normally.

When the previous incarnation went to pay the debt, he might not even see Fatty Kun.

Not only did I see Fatty Kun today, but there was also a table full of delicious food waiting for me?

"Thank you, boss."

Wu Tianyao sat down next to him, handed him a cigarette and lit it for him, then took out an envelope: "This is the amount from last month."

"Don't worry, Yao-zai, I know you too well. You always hand in yours on time."

Fatty Kun said this, but he was actually weighing the envelope in his hand.

After feeling the weight of the envelope, he put it aside: "Of all the 49s my subordinates have brought in, you're my favorite."

Wu Tianyao nodded calmly: "It's all thanks to Brother Kun's excellent guidance."

Everyone likes to be praised, but some praise isn't genuine; you need to be aware of that.

"Eat oysters, this place has really good oysters, after eating them you'll have energy all night long."

Fatty Kun picked up an oyster and placed it on the plate in front of Wu Tianyao: "You've been with me for two and a half years and you've improved a lot. I've seen it all. Next time there's an opportunity, I'll definitely promote you."

A simple introduction.

He then got to the point: "I heard that the parking system is doing quite well this month, much better than before."

"right."

Wu Tianyao didn't hide anything; these things were all directly visible.

Valet parking.

The main focus is on mutual convenience for customers.

Public parking spaces are scarce, and coin-operated parking meters only last for half an hour, requiring someone to stand guard and continue inserting coins.

They help with tasks like inserting coins and finding parking spaces to earn a meager income.

Sometimes, customers will give them extra tips if they are in a good mood.

The parking attendants are responsible for watching over the parking spaces, helping people pay the fare to avoid getting a ticket, and helping them find parking spaces. Everyone helps each other out and they earn a little extra money in return.

"Right now, the gang's business is sluggish, and the venues I manage are becoming increasingly strained, with considerable expenses."

Fat Kun patted the back of his head: "Starting next month, the parking fees here will be increased by 20% to the gang, based on the previous amount."

"Hand over 20% more?" Wu Tianyao frowned immediately. "That might be a bit difficult."

Fat Kun is a real loser.

Every big shot out there protects their underlings, but none are like him, even eyeing such a meager profit as valet parking.

Instead of thinking about expanding outwards, he only cares about the meager earnings of his underlings.

He's only just started to make progress and he's already trying to take advantage of the situation. If the gang is full of people like him, no wonder it's going to get worse and worse.

"Is it difficult to handle?"

Fatty Kun's smile faded slightly: "They get so many tips, they can just squeeze a little more out of the parking attendants."

"Boss, that's not how you do it." Wu Tianyao's face fell. "A single parking spot requires at least four people working simultaneously."

"Two people are needed for the parking lot, one to manage the stall and the other to help with parking. One person is needed for the public parking meter to handle the coin payment, and another is needed for older cars."

"You know what the parking lot situation is like. The salaries of the dozen or so people under us are already meager. If the tips we share are discounted, no one will work for us."

Valet parking is already a meager income, and you still have to put on a smiling face and be humble.

The most critical aspect is the high risk.

If other gangs try to take over their territory, the first ones they'll deal with are the parking attendants; they'll even have to pay for their medical bills.

When the club members came over, they didn't even have a hair's breadth of knowledge.

If the tips, which already have a cut, are taken another layer, who would work for their subordinates?

"Heh." Fatty Kun sneered, his face darkening. "What? Are you teaching me how to park?"

"That's definitely not it. You're the boss, so whatever you say, I'll do it." Wu Tianyao met his gaze. "I'll tell them that the gang is facing difficulties and is under pressure right now, and they'll understand."

"Forget it, I was just joking with you." Fatty Kun waved his hand, sucking on his Vitasoy straw: "I really wouldn't be interested in that little bit of profit from parking gear."

If word got out that he had to scrape water off the parking brake, the rest of the gang would laugh at him.

"Thank you, boss." Wu Tianyao immediately stood up: "I have something to do at the parking lot, I'll be going now."

"What's the rush?" Fatty Kun called out to him, gesturing to the oysters on the table. "You're not even eating the oysters? What's wrong? The oysters the boss gave you aren't good? Or do you not like them?"

"How could that be?"

Wu Tianyao laughed, scraped the oyster off with his chopsticks, and deftly popped it into his mouth: "Haha, it tastes great, let's have an extra hour tonight!"

Fatty Kun watched Wu Tianyao leave, his face instantly darkening as he coldly rubbed and twirled the large gold ring on his thumb.

"You bastard, how dare you use these parking attendants to stand up to me?!"

He muttered to himself, "Damn it, you don't want to share the profits? Without my Fat Kun's name, you'd all be eating shit tomorrow!"

Forget it.

Let's give it a try and see how things go.

If things go well, then prices should rise as they should.

It won't go up.

Where would I get the money to play mahjong and seduce girls?