Not long after Wong Jai left, Ah Hoi arrived as well. They had exactly the same request.
Wang Xuan agreed as soon as he heard what they wanted. Although the territories these two controlled were not prosperous enough, they were large. So he agreed to build two barbecue plazas of equal scale in each of their territories. If nothing went wrong, even if their profits were lower than those on Portland Street, each shop could still earn three or four million a year. Two shops would mean seven or eight million.
Each of them had to put up one million. In return, he gave each of them 40 percent of the shares. The two men would not have to manage anything; they could simply sit back and collect their money. They were all brothers, after all. Once he became wealthy, he would not forget them.
Wang Xuan had agreed so readily that the two men were overwhelmed with gratitude. In their hearts, Wang Xuan's status had instantly become no lower than Baki's.
There was another benefit: from then on, the two men would no longer need to find finance companies to launder their money. They could toss their income into the two shops and wash it completely clean with ease. That alone would save them nearly a million a year, which was enough to leave them thrilled.
Everything progressed smoothly. That included the four targets he had selected from the police academy. Their families successively obtained high-paying jobs at the clothing factories and barbecue plazas under Wang Xuan. They might not have held real power, but their monthly salaries were over ten thousand.
When a pie truly fell from the sky and landed on your head, few people could remain rational and resist the temptation.
Even a few days later,