Reborn in Hong Kong, my cousin is Crippled Ho

Chapter 45: Using the money of the branch to buy the hearts of the branch members.

He saw Biandanwei holding money in both hands and handing it to Lin Yuanshan.

The advisor opened his mouth as if to speak, but his expression was very conflicted. "Boss, you're not in charge of the household, so you don't know the cost of firewood and rice!"

Even if you are optimistic about Lin Yuanshan's future, you can't leave no money at all in the gang's accounts, can you?

Thinking of those brothers who were injured in the last battle at the docks and are still seeking medical treatment and buying medicine.

The advisor, Ming, forced a smile and said, "Brother Wei, Liang Caixin's injury is being investigated by the Medical Bureau. They sent someone over last night to urge them..."

Leung Choi Shun Traumatology Clinic was established in Sham Shui Po in the early years of the Republic of China.

This long-established traditional Chinese medicine clinic is a top choice for people with a history of injuries and trauma, second only to traditional Chinese medicine clinics in Kowloon Walled City.

Upon hearing this, the most embarrassed person present was none other than Bian Danwei, who had struck a pose.

A branch of a gang only had seven thousand in cash in its account, and that was after embezzling public funds. That's shameful enough!

I've already struck a pose, all that's missing is a few tears of heroism, and to put on a show of "a hero who has fallen on hard times finds a wise ruler."

Do you expect me to discuss with Lin Yuanshan now whether we can leave a few hundred yuan to buy some liniment for the brothers?

Gritting his teeth, Biandanwei suddenly reached out and took off the gold chain around his neck that he used for protection: "This protective item is worth two ounces!"

Ah Ming, take this to the pharmacy as collateral for the brothers' medical expenses.

Remember to tell them to keep it safe for me! This is a matter of pride for me, Bian Danwei. I'll definitely come to redeem it with money after a while.

These words moved everyone present.

There's a saying in the martial arts world: "Two ounces of gold around the neck, seven-tenths of the gang's power!"

Old-school江湖人 (jianghu people) are used to wearing large gold chains and rings, not only to save face when traveling the jianghu, but also for two other purposes.

One reason is that if the situation becomes unfavorable and one needs to flee temporarily, one can quickly convert the cash into cash to use as travel expenses;

Another situation is when something happens suddenly and you need money to act as collateral to get through a difficult time.

Even the advisor Ming didn't expect that Biandanweilian's last resort would also be added to the bet.

Looking at the resolute-faced man beside her, she recalled that not long ago, she had temporarily played the role of Bai Zhishan, suggesting that the advisor should be decisive in his attitude towards Lin Yuanshan.

He suddenly realized that he had underestimated the other party.

At the very least, in terms of charisma, Biandanwei is definitely a qualified leader of the gang.

With a soft "hmm," the advisor reached out to take the gold chain.

But at this moment, Lin Yuanshan suddenly reached out and pushed Biandanwei's gold chain back: "Seven thousand yuan, I'll take five thousand."

"What kind of person would the head of the Shek Kip Mei gang look like if he didn't have a gold chain hanging around his neck?"

"Ah! Mr. Lin, I..." Biandanwei looked at Lin Yuanshan in surprise.

Lin Yuanshan stood up with a smile: "You were looking around for a water tap because there was no water in the hall and someone needed to quench your thirst."

If I drain the sink, wouldn't you have wasted your time looking for a tap?

Okay, that's settled then. You guys can use the remaining two thousand for a while.

Turning his gaze to the clerk Ming, Lin Yuanshan instructed, "The factory doesn't need an accountant for the time being. You can continue to stay here and help Awei with his work."

Now, go to Fengru Teahouse and find a waitress named Qiaoru.

Tell Sister Ru that the workers I asked her to find only need four female assembly workers; I've already found the rest.

The advisor, Ming, nodded quickly: "Okay, I'll remember."

Biandanwei's eyes lit up, and he followed Lin Yuanshan, asking, "Mr. Lin, you're hiring fewer people, are you planning to use our people?"

"Both sides are for hiring. For jobs like waste sorting and scrap handling that don't require much skill and just require a lot of physical labor, we'll definitely prioritize hiring our own people," Lin Yuanshan said as he walked. Biandanwei stepped forward and opened the door.

The thirty-six men outside, along with Hong Shun's elite troops, couldn't help but smile when they saw the room open and Biandanwei personally opening the door for Lin Yuanshan with a beaming smile.

It's settled!

The next second, Biandanwei solemnly announced that from today onwards, all two hundred-plus people in the gang must unconditionally work for Lin Yuanshan and Yuanshan Plastics.

This time, Lin Yuanshan did not refuse. Instead, he remained calm and said a few encouraging words.

The most crucial task was to order the clerk, Ming, to distribute red envelopes (gifts) based on the number of people and their rank.

Each of the henchmen will receive 6 dollars.

Each of the small leaders received 30 yuan.

Upon hearing that the main water tap had just arrived, they were about to open the sluice gates to release water.

Not only the thirty-six people present, but also the other gang members who rushed back to Tuodi after receiving the news cheered.

The advisor smiled, but quickly did some mental calculations. He estimated that 200 henchmen would bring in 1200 yuan, and 7 minor leaders would bring in about 200 yuan.

Wei and I could have chosen not to take the order, but Shen Da Hui, who brought people to the factory today, is different.

He was the leader of the "Shoulder Pole" gang, so he should be paid at least double the rank of a minor leader.

Wow, this Mr. Lin spends money too recklessly. With a casual wave of his hand, he sent out nearly 1500 yuan. Doesn't that mean there's not much left of the 2000 yuan in his account?

Looking back, ever since the failed attack on Sham Shui Po Pier by Ngai Tan Wai, he had been saving every penny to keep his gang running, almost to the point of exhaustion.

The advisor clutched his chest and looked at the man with the carrying pole beside him.

At this moment, Biandanwei, with a big smile on his face, shouted rhythmically, "Everyone, thank you Mr. Lin for the reward!"

However, Ming, who knew him well, could tell from the slight trembling of the other man's cheeks that Brother Wei was only a cup of hot water away from needing the heart-saving pill.

Fortunately, Lin Yuanshan's efforts to win people's hearts were not as successful as they seemed.

Without considering leaving the 2000 yuan, he immediately opened his wallet, pulled out four bills from the hunchback, and said, "Amin, give me the rest. Keep them in the account for later use."

Looking at these four large bills, which were taken out of the drawer by Biandanwei a few minutes ago.

The advisor, Ming, quickly stepped forward to accept the gift, expressing his gratitude and thanking Lin Yuanshan.

Lin Yuanshan, exuding an air of authority, waved his hand lightly and led Biandanwei and Tietou out of the Dashun Mahjong Parlor.

Just before getting on the bus, Lin Yuanshan suddenly said to Biandanwei, "Arong, I gave him a monthly salary of 120 yuan and a 5% profit share. You will also receive a 5% share of the profits."

Because of your affiliation with the organization, I won't assign you a specific position, so naturally there won't be a base salary.

Biandanwei exclaimed in surprise, then came to his senses and was about to thank him.

Lin Yuanshan had already instructed Tie Tou to set off, and the latter ran very fast, the rickshaw disappearing more than ten meters away in the blink of an eye.

The Da Shun Mahjong parlor sped away behind the car.

While pulling the cart, Tie Tou said, "Young Master Yuan, you promised to help Brother Wei and the others. But the factory is just starting out, and we haven't even made a single plastic flower yet."

"I know," Lin Yuanshan said slowly, closing his eyes to rest.

Tie Tou felt he might not have explained things clearly enough, so he quickly asked, "Young Master Yuan, you took 5000 yuan from their gang today, and you'll probably have to pay it back double soon. I'm worried you might have trouble with cash flow."