Of course, although Peng San's work functions include all the work of the four bureaus, he does not belong to any of the four major departments.

He represents Wan Kee, and Temple Street is the territory of Wan Kee, one of the two major gangs in Yau Ma Tei.

Why did Peng Sanyunji's territory be managed by Peng San?

Very simple.

In terms of the supply of fruits to the 18 districts of Hong Kong Island, Wan Kee and Wo Sheng Kee have been fighting for a long time.

Everyone wants to press the other, but they can't.

There is greater community support behind both sides.

Behind Yun Kee's Lian Kun is the support of the Castle Peak Society, one of the four major societies in Hong Kong, and he himself used to be the red stick of the Castle Peak Society, and Tam Yiu Ping of Hesheng Kee is one of the four major societies and the marshal of Liansheng.

Both have the support of evenly matched associations behind them, and although disputes have occurred frequently for several years, they are in a state of mutual temptation.

The black will be a quest for wealth, not a quest for war.

Therefore, although the two sides fought from time to time, they tacitly agreed not to use the power of the community.

Because no matter which party uses the power of the community, then the other party will naturally have someone to come out to support it.

Peng San's appearance broke this tacit understanding.

The ferocity of one person against seven or eight thugs made Tan Yaobing have no choice but to hand over the territory in his hands.

Organized and disciplined societies are known as black clubs, and there are naturally clear rewards and punishments for maintaining discipline and organization.

After making meritorious contributions and having combat effectiveness that ordinary peripheral members do not have, Peng San will naturally be reused, and the result is to manage the specific affairs of Temple Street.

Responsible for the collection of monthly general management fees and the protection of law and order.

Somewhat similar to... Fief.

And now Peng San is already an official member of Yunji, sitting in the hall under Lian Kun's Sijiuzai.

"Third brother is good. ”

"Third brother. ”

“......”

Wherever Peng San passed, the greetings rang out one after another.

There are carpet vendors and shop owners, and these people take the initiative to give money to Peng San while greeting them.

Some are a hundred, some are two hundred, some are a thousand.

Calculated according to the booth area.

This is a general management fee that is routinely charged every month, and there is also a name, which is to collect the land.

In the vernacular, it is to collect protection money.

Conservation fees naturally provide protection services.

Yun Ji is responsible for protecting the big and small bosses of Temple Street and can operate safely, whether it is someone looking for trouble or buying something without giving money or something, Yun Ji will come forward to solve it.

What happens if you don't pay protection money?

Anyone who has tried it knows that service can turn into trouble.

"Third brother. ”

Under the greeting, Peng San's face looked like he was paralyzed.

I pumped too many times and almost became facial paralysis.

MMP, how did Lao Tzu become the third brother.

In the fear of the surrounding vendors, Peng San was even more resentful than a resentful woman.

Lian Kun called him Ah San, and these people called him Third Brother.

It's obviously a normal name, but it always reminds people of the red-headed Ah San.

One, two, three.

After walking for a full three hours, Peng Sanyi and his party finally reached the end of Temple Street.

A younger brother reminded.

"Third brother. In front of it is the territory of Hesheng Kee. ”

Peng San stopped, and he spoke.

"How much money was charged. ”

"More than 630,000. ”

For a moment, Peng San wanted to snatch all the money that the younger brother was holding behind him and ran away.

Six hundred and thirty thousand.

With so much money, he couldn't earn it for a hundred years at his past salary.

But in the end, Peng San still suppressed the impulse in his heart.

The first time he came out to collect money, Lian Kun wouldn't have seen it if he hadn't guarded him in secret.

Quietly suppressing the desire in his heart, Peng San spoke.

"Take 60,000 yuan and give it to the brothers, and Bai Mao will go back with me to pay the number. ”

Coming out to mess with everyone is for money.

As soon as he heard that he was going to divide the money, the little brothers behind Peng San suddenly laughed one by one.

Ten people.

That's six thousand pieces for one person.

The guys who are usually fierce and vicious can smile.

Peng San did not delay, and counted six thousand directly from the bag where he collected the money and began to send money.

This is the rule of Yun Ji.

10% of the monthly management fee is given to the younger brother.

Six thousand for you, six thousand for me.

The little brothers who took the money were happy on their faces.

No one has any complaints.

Although 90 percent of the funds needed for the development of the community have been handed in, everyone knows that 50 percent of the 90 percent still have to be handed over.

"Third brother. There's a new girl on the other side of Bowlan Street, why don't you go and see it later? ”

After dividing the money, a little brother said with a smile.

Suddenly, Peng San's face burned.

It is only a few steps from Balan Street to Temple Street, and Peng San knows very well what is going on there.

To go or not to go?

As a man who has not yet been dealt with, Peng San has been entangled for a long time. The coolly dressed young ladies on the side of Bowlan Street involuntarily appeared in his mind.

But at this moment, a few "beeps" shook Peng San's waist.

"Beep" "Beep".

It was a pager on Peng San's waist.

There are only four words on it, see you in the old place.

A gleam flashed in Peng San's eyes, and he said quietly to the younger brothers around him.

"I will go again next time I have the chance. I still have something to do today, Bai Mao, now go back with me and talk to the boss. ”

“......”

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Causeway Bay, always in a dilapidated apartment.

Here's a financial message.

According to the data released by the Neon Bureau of Statistics, in 1990, the total GDP of Neon increased by 25 percent year-on-year, of which Osaka, Tokyo and other major cities ranked among the best, with an increase of 30 percent. But the neon stock market fell four percent on the day due to the rapid strengthening of the yen.

As a result, the Hang Seng Index fell 7% on the day to close at 3910.71.

Some analysts pointed out that the neon stock market has little impact on Hong Kong's economy, and today's sharp drop is partly caused by investor panic......"

In the apartment building, Lu Shu sat on the sofa and watched TV alone.

His face was a little pale, and there was not much blood on his lips, I don't know if it was because the temperature dropped at night, and he felt cold all over his body.

An unspeakable fear permeated Lu Shu's heart.

In the last fifteen minutes of the afternoon close, the Hang Seng Index suddenly took a sharp dive.

In just fifteen minutes, it fell by 290 points.

A super huge black candle directly engulfed the gains of the previous three trading days.

Lu Shu made money.

Fifteen short contracts made a profit of nearly 220,000 in a decline of 290 points, and added five lots on the way down, with a cumulative profit of up to 300,000.

But because of this, after the earliest excitement, Lu Shu felt a fear that was cold to the bone.

A huge drop means a huge profit, but if you choose the wrong direction at the last minute, it means a massacre.

Lu Shu remembered very well that there were countless heart-rending shouts and cries in the trading center in the afternoon.

Under the rapid plunge, many investors who bought stocks fell sharply, and many speculators who were long HSI futures were plundered by the market in just a few minutes.

Liquidation, almost all the principal is lost.

Before that, all the experts, professors, TV stations, and newspapers in Hong Kong believed that the Hang Seng Index was about to reach 10,000 points, and a big bull market was coming.

Results......

"Why did it plummet?"

"The market is right. There were so many positives last weekend but what did you see? You didn't see a rise, why didn't the bulls go up? Because there were too many people buying. ”

An invisible awe seeped into Lu Shu's bones, and suddenly he finally understood what leeks meant.