coobybook Chapter 42 2 Forced Youth
Chapter 42 2 Forced Youth
"Brother Wen." After everything was settled, Shan Ji, Da Tou Zi and A Dong came to Su Ruiwen to report the situation.
As usual, the brothers who died will be given resettlement money, and the medical expenses of those who are not dead or injured will be paid by the society.
Then, everyone who participated in the action would receive a reward of 10,000 yuan. Just for this battle tonight, Su Ruiwen lost nearly 10 million yuan.
This money is really spent like water. The territory is not so easy to grab. Why are his subordinates so powerful?
It's because Su Ruiwen is willing to spend money. Which other society dares to say that they will give you 10,000 yuan for killing someone?
Dream on. But if this happens, by the time Su Ruiwen clears out all of Causeway Bay, his family assets will be empty.
What if someone wants to come and plant a flag at that time?
How can we fight without money? We used to pay, but now we suddenly stop paying. The people below will definitely not be happy.
"Perhaps, we should reduce the staff." Su Ruiwen thought with a serious expression.
Every time we go out, we have hundreds of people, which naturally costs a lot. If we can reduce the number of people, the situation will be different.
"Adong." Su Ruiwen thought and looked up at Adong.
"Brother Wen."
"Put aside your plan for now and make sure you have completely digested the territory occupied by Lian Sheng first." Su Ruiwen looked at Adong and said calmly.
"Although Lian Sheng's group bomber ended up leading his people away, no one can guarantee that he will bring people back, so we have to be on guard."
"Yes, Brother Wen." A Dong nodded in response.
"Also, Shanji, call Luo Bingwen to me." Su Ruiwen looked at Shanji and gave the order.
"Yes, Brother Wen." Although Shan Ji didn't know what Brother Wen was going to do, he still went out and called Luo Bingwen in.
"Brother Wen." Luo Bingwen walked in and said respectfully.
"Starting tomorrow, you have to find two hundred people in the society for me. I want the best fighters. Taking you as an example, they should be the ones who can last at least five rounds." Su Ruiwen looked at Luo Bingwen and ordered seriously.
Luo Bingwen is very strong. Anyone who can last five rounds with him must be a tough guy.
"Yes, Brother Wen." Luo Bingwen nodded in response.
"Okay, go down." After giving the order, Su Ruiwen let Luo Bingwen leave.
The main reason for calling him in was this. Currently, Su Ruiwen had about 2,800 men under his command, which was enough.
Su Ruiwen believes that there should be about 200 qualified people among them.
By then, Su Ruiwen plans to focus on training these 200 people, and leave the task of grabbing territory to them.
Implement the strategy of elite troops. Although there is strength in numbers, it is useless if they are all a mob.
For example, if there are ten masters like Luo Bingwen, it doesn't matter if there are 200 people on the other side. Just push them forward.
But the cost of training 200 people and 10 people is different.
"Okay, you all go down." Su Ruiwen waved his hand and asked them to leave.
"I never thought that Hua Xinwu is actually the boss of a drug trafficking group." At Fang Long's house, A Long looked at Huang Feihong and A Biao with a grim expression.
"What should we do next? That Hua Xinwu seems to know that we know about them." Huang Feihong said solemnly.
"If you ask me, why don't you just call the police and let them deal with them?" The stupid young man A Biao said casually.
It is said that young people are happier, and it is indeed true. If only things were that simple, it would be great.
They can call the police, arrest them and even destroy their factories, but there will always be some who slip through the net, right?
If they retaliate, what will they do? What will happen to their families? They themselves are fine, and they are not afraid of danger.
But their families are innocent, we can't implicate them all.
"How about this, I'll take you to see Brother Wen. I believe Brother Wen will help us." Aaron thought for a moment and said seriously.
"Brother Wen?" Huang Feihong looked at Aaron with a puzzled look.
The three of them are good friends. If Fang Long has Brother Wen as his backer, he should know it.
"That's right, I forgot to tell you." Aaron said seriously, "Actually, my current identity is Brother Wen's personal lawyer consultant, and this case is the last one I take. I will not take other people's cases in the future."
"But you still didn't tell me who Brother Wen is?" A Biao asked the main point he wanted to ask.
"Yes." Huang Feihong also looked at Aaron with curiosity.
"Brother Wen is the leader of Hongxing in Causeway Bay, Su Ruiwen." A Long said, looking at Huang Feihong and said, "Feihong, we are all in the underworld. I believe you should have heard of this name."
"You mean, the butcher Su Ruiwen?" Huang Feihong looked at Aaron in shock upon hearing this.
In the underworld, especially in Causeway Bay, when people mention Su Ruiwen, they immediately think of the butcher.
This guy was very ferocious back then. He chased hundreds of people with a knife and slashed them for more than ten streets.
With just one man and one knife, he took down all of the current Hung Hing territories in Causeway Bay.
This kind of person is a legend in the martial arts world. Especially for a martial arts person like Huang Feihong, he is an object of worship.
"Yes, you are talking about Brother Wen." Aaron nodded in response.
"I have already told Brother Wen about this case. I didn't expect something went wrong. I believe Brother Wen will not ignore us."
"Along, I have a request. Can you take me to meet Brother Wen?" Huang Feihong looked at Along and said hopefully.
"No problem." Aaron nodded in response.
"Along, how much do you make per month as a personal legal consultant for Brother Wen?" A Biao asked.
"Not much, just one million Hong Kong dollars a year." Aaron raised the corner of his mouth slightly. Although he said it was not much, his smug look was too obvious.
"One million a year?" Huang Feihong looked at Fang Long in shock.
Huang Feihong has been working in wind and rain for a whole year, and his safety is still not guaranteed.
That's it. At most, I can make 500,000 or 600,000 yuan a year. And this is when the market is good. When the market is bad, I can't even make this much.
But now, Aaron can earn a million dollars a year. Who wouldn’t be envious if others knew about it?
Not to mention in this era. Even decades later, a million-dollar annual salary is still considered a high-income group.
As for A Biao, he was just asking casually just now. He didn't have much idea about money.
Whether it was 10,000, 100,000, or even 1 million, it was just that in his mind. After all, he was a foolish young man.