In the chairman's office, Chu Yi leaned on the sofa and drank water, looking into the distance.

Outside the window, the sky was gray, and the rain fell from time to time.

New Year's Day is approaching, and he has to go home after dealing with Hong Kong Island.

As the saying goes, it's more timid to be close to home. Chu Yi didn't feel this way, just a little melancholy.

On this New Year's Day in his previous life, he almost ran back in disgrace, failed in his studies, felt frustrated, and a series of blows made him disheartened. After returning home, he was sneered at by relatives and friends, which was really embarrassing and humiliating.

Next to her, Li Mengli held the folder and carefully reported the financial situation of Royal Entertainment in December.

Su Xuewu sat on the side and quietly peeled apples. A whole apple peel was connected into a strip and slipped down without the slightest trace of breakage.

"Last month's income was 62 million, and after deducting employee salaries and utility bills, rent, property fees, etc., there is still a net profit of 36 million."

"You've got it right."

Chu Yi nodded.

Li Mengli's face was pale:

"This girl is also a top student majoring in finance at HKU, if she doesn't have this ability, won't she read a few years of books in vain."

"However, as far as I know, although several branches of Royal Entertainment are in prime locations, the monthly rent will not exceed six million, and the utility and property fees will only be two million when they are full, and the salary of employees should be less than half of the rent. All this adds up to more than 10 million, and the other 15 million won't be eaten by dogs. ”

Chu Yi didn't calculate it carefully, but he also had a general understanding more or less, although he didn't care about money, it would never be too much.

"Amazing, I was about to tell you."

Li Mengli smiled a little mischievously:

"Fifteen million of them were indeed eaten by dogs."

"What's going on?"

"What else can I do, pay the protection fee."

Li Mengli threw away the folder, intercepted the apple that Su Xuewu handed to Chu Yi, "Ahhh

"It's so sour—"

Su Xuewu glanced at her:

"Whoever told you to rob it, you deserve it."

"Anyone else collects protection money?"

This is something Chu Yi didn't expect.

"Why don't you tell me about this kind of thing?"

Li Mengli said angrily:

"Who doesn't know that our Mr. Chu has a lot of opportunities, how can he have the time to care about such trivial things."

"When did my boss become your family?"

Su Xuewu was wearing professional clothes and handed over a glass of water with a smile.

Li Mengli's face flushed and argued:

"He's also my boss now, so naturally it's our family."

"Secretary Li, we will be colleagues in the future, please give me more advice."

Su Xuewu laughed.

"Tell me, what the hell is going on?"

"It's a guy named Quinta."

Quinta?

Chu Yi frowned:

"I haven't heard of it."

Li Mengli spoke first:

"Quinta is the leader of the largest gang on Hong Kong Island, with thousands of men under his command and even more sophisticated weapons than the government army."

"Is this a Thai?"

"Yes, he also has an older brother, and you should be no stranger to the boss."

"Who?"

"His brother's name is Nuoka."

"The leader of the biggest drug gang in the Golden Triangle?"

This man is simply so famous, I am afraid that more than half of the people in the four countries of China, Laos, Myanmar and Thailand have heard of him.

Naukka, known as Naukan as the Chinese in Shan State, is the head of drug trafficking, a mega armed group in the Mekong region's "Golden Triangle" region, who served in Myanmar's MTA and speaks Burmese and Thai. Vicious and suspicious by nature, he not only organizes drug trafficking, but also uses drugs himself and his subordinates, and is one of the most active drug lords in recent years.

Li Mengli nodded:

"That's him!"

"Because of the support of Nuoka, Kunta can be said to be rampant and domineering on Hong Kong Island, because the power in his hands, even the government army can't do anything about him."

"He is entrenched on Hong Kong Island, echoing Nuoka, controlling the drug and smuggling markets throughout South Asia, and his strength is unimaginable."

"How does this Quinta compare to the Stone Panther?"

"The stone panther doesn't deserve to carry the shoes of Quinta."

Li Mengli shook her head and said:

"If you really want to talk about it, this Kunta is the real real power person on Hong Kong Island, even the chief executive is three points inferior to him."

"No wonder he dares to be so arrogant, it turns out that there is a glutinous card behind his back."

"That's not all, Quinta himself is also a master of ancient Muay Thai."

Chu Yi nodded.

The Muay Thai practiced by modern people is derived from ancient Muay Thai, but the training methods and moves have been simplified and become easier to practice, but at the cost of a decrease in power. But even so, in international fighting tournaments, it is still common to see Muay Thai fighters win the crown, which shows that Muay Thai is indeed quite ferocious.

The simplified Muay Thai is already a "copper knee and iron elbow", which can easily crack a stone, break a plantain tree with a kick, and knock down a calf with a single punch, not to mention the ancient Muay Thai that has lasted for hundreds of years.

Martial artists who practice ancient Muay Thai often undergo brutal training and inhuman torture before finally achieving a body of copper and iron bones, so nine out of ten are masters, and one is a master of masters.

Although this Kunta has a bit of strength, he should at least weigh who his opponent is, Chu Yi frowned and said:

"Don't they know that Royal Entertainment has changed owners?"

Li Mengli immediately pursed her lips and said:

"Others just know that it is your Chu Grand Master's property, and the protection fee is still collected, and it has doubled this month."

"It seems that your Sect Master Chu's name is not famous enough, not everyone buys your account."

Ignoring Li Mengli's sarcasm, Chu Yi sneered:

"Since this Kunta is coming for me, I have to pay a visit before I go back to the East China Sea."

"Don't you go—"

Li Mengli pretended to be worried:

"Then Quinta said, it's useless to fight again, he can blow you to slag with one shot."

Su Xuewu couldn't hold it back, and raised her eyebrows:

"Did he say that?"

Li Mengli stuck out her little tongue:

"The latter words are what I thought."

"But that Quinta really has some strength, with the support of the Golden Triangle, his weapons and equipment are quite sophisticated, not much different from the regular army, and there are also heavy weapons."

"You can't say less."

Su Xuewu frowned.

She has followed Chu Yi for the longest time, and she also knows the nature of this grandmaster best.

On weekdays, he looks high, but in fact, he can't rub sand in his eyes.

It doesn't matter if it's a joke when it's good to talk, but when it's hard to talk, it's very temperamental. Many people just don't know this, but they want to hit the muzzle of the gun and cause death.

This time, though, she was a little worried.

The Xuanjing Grandmaster has a strong qi to protect his body, and he is not afraid of guns and bullets, but can he really get away with heavy weapons?

When the Eight-Nation Coalition invaded China, there were still many grandmasters in the land of China, and they were helpless under the artillery of the coalition forces.

Among them, the most famous is the Baimei Daoist of Wudang Mountain, who shocked the martial arts with a pair of flowing cloud iron sleeves, and was a super master of martial arts and techniques, and finally died under the fire of the coalition army.

Of course, some people say that he never died, but lived in seclusion in a deep mountain and old forest to enlighten the Tao.

But no matter what, it shows that even a grandmaster, a real-life master, has to retreat in the face of modern artillery.

Moreover, more than half a century has passed, firearms have made great progress, and the power is even more incomparable.

Su Xuewu couldn't help but worry.

Click, the door opened.

A slipper man fell.

"Miss Sue."

"What are you doing?"

The eldest sister in the lead waved her hand again and again:

"Nothing, nothing, just passing by."

The men and women behind him were also full of embarrassment, and said in unison:

"We were literally passing by, we didn't hear anything, let alone see anything."

A beautiful woman said, and looked into the room.

"Looks like everyone is curious about your new boss—"

Su Xuewu turned around and saw Li Mengli covering her mouth with a shocked face.

In the office, the window opened, and the white dress jumped straight down.

"My God, it's more than a hundred meters."

Looking at the young man in white who fell in a dashing manner in the rain and mist, Li Mengli looked envious.

"Two hundred and eight meters to be exact."

Su Xuewu corrected.