Don't Blame Me For Being Ruthless

"Please have a seat, it'll be ready right away."

Hmm?

Han Yang clearly noticed that Aunt Wang's reply today lacked her usual cheerful tone, instead carrying a hint of restraint. He subconsciously looked up and saw that both Aunt Wang and Uncle Wang looked somewhat nervous.

Han Yang was startled for a moment, then realized.

They must have heard about what happened to him last night.

Soon, a large bowl of beef noodles with extra meat and egg was brought over. Aunt Wang, looking very nervous, said cautiously, "Here are your noodles."

Han Yang couldn't help but smile wryly, "Aunt Wang, Uncle Wang, don't you recognize me? Why are you acting like this? You've practically watched me grow up."

Aunt Wang gave an awkward smile, still a bit reserved, but overall slightly more relaxed.

Han Yang knew they needed some time to adjust to the change in his status. He decided to take it slow.

As he slurped down the noodles, the down-and-out middle-aged man appeared again. He was carrying a large plastic bag from which a faint fishy smell emanated.

He wasn't there to eat noodles, but went directly to Aunt Wang and Uncle Wang, pleading in a low voice. After much hesitation, Aunt Wang brought him over to Han Yang.

"Aunt Wang, is something wrong?"

"Well, Han La... Xiao Yang, it's like this. He, his name is Sun Gui, and he also wants to do a small business here. What do you think..."

"Go ahead, whatever." Han Yang replied casually, "What kind of business?"

The down-and-out middle-aged man named Sun Gui smiled somewhat ingratiatingly and opened the plastic bag in his hand. A strong fishy smell wafted out.

Han Yang glanced inside and saw that it was full of chicken heads and chicken butts.

"I want to braise some chicken heads and chicken butts and sell them alongside Sister Wang's food. These are cheap, only fifty cents each. For every one sold, I'll give Sister Wang ten cents and keep forty cents. I can make a little money, enough to get by."

Han Yang couldn't help but look at Sun Gui with some surprise.

This guy is pretty good, quite clever.

Chicken heads and chicken butts are generally not eaten by most people. They are usually bought for animal feed. But in this market area, there are many poor people who can't afford good meat. No matter how bad chicken heads and chicken butts are, they are still some kind of meat. At fifty cents each, they are even cheaper than eggs, so the sales volume probably won't be low. His target customers are quite accurate.

Moreover, he knew to leverage Aunt Wang's food stall as a sales channel and adopt a revenue-sharing model, minimizing his costs and risks.

Han Yang didn't know what Sun Gui's past story was, nor was he interested. But looking at his current down-and-out appearance, even with such low startup costs, this venture was a gamble for him. To be in such a state and still have this kind of courage, this person was not ordinary.

Han Yang couldn't help but look at him with higher regard. "Okay, go ahead and do it. If you have any trouble, just come find me."

"Thank you, thank you."

Sun Gui repeatedly expressed his gratitude. Han Yang waved his hand and continued to focus on eating his noodles. After finishing the large bowl of noodles, he paid the bill cheerfully and called out, "Aunt Wang, I'm leaving."

"Xiao Yang, you don't need to pay, you don't..."

Aunt Wang, holding the cash, chased after him anxiously, even a little fearfully. Han Yang stopped Aunt Wang and said solemnly, "Aunt Wang, I'm still that Xiao Yang, I won't change."

Aunt Wang was a little moved and finally took the money back.

Along the way, countless people looked at Han Yang with awe.

Walking along, before he even reached Black Three's gambling den, Li Hu and the others rushed over to greet him, clearly having been waiting at the entrance for a long time.

"The accounts are all ready."

Looking at Han Yang, Li Hu and the others were full of flattery. Especially the short, thin man Han Yang had followed a few days ago, his back was bent so low it almost touched the ground.

Of course, Han Yang couldn't be bothered to argue with him.

Entering the room behind the gambling den, all twelve of Black Three's core subordinates were there.

A computer was on the table, displaying a document filled with dense numbers.

"Who was in charge of the accounts before?"

"It was Black Three, Black Three and I managed them together. My name is Zhao Fu."

A man wearing glasses said, bowing and scraping.

Han Yang didn't speak, but directly opened the document, scrolled the mouse wheel, and began to quickly browse.

To others, it seemed like Han Yang was just quickly glancing through it, taking less than five minutes. But Han Yang had already read the entire account from beginning to end. All income and expenses were clear in his mind.

After reading the accounts, Han Yang couldn't help but sigh.

Is this it? They were doing too poorly.

Looking at the overall accounts, with so many people before, the total annual net profit after deducting various expenses was around 1 million.

One bar, one KTV, one gambling den, and that was the total.

"I'm announcing a rule. From today onwards, we will not touch gambling, prostitution, or drugs at all. We can't control others, but if I find anyone secretly doing these things in our own places, don't blame me for being ruthless."

Huh?

"What, do you have an opinion?"

Han Yang looked at these subordinates with a sinister gaze. Whoever he looked at would unconsciously lower their head.

"This gambling den, close it down and rent out the building. The bar and KTV will operate normally. Zhao Fu, calculate how much we can earn if we change things this way."

Zhao Fu said with a bitter face, "If we change it this way, at the end of the year, it would be good if we could get 60% of what we used to earn."

You can still keep sixty percent after changing it like this?

Han Yang was slightly surprised.

"Of this sixty percent, Zhou Zhi'an's thirty percent cannot be less. As for the remaining thirty percent, I don't want it, you can take it and divide it amongst yourselves. We won't touch the money Black Three has in the bank, but there's about 250,000 in cash. This money is also yours."

Everyone immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

This way, the total earnings for the 12 core members reached about 550,000, which was even more than the 500,000 from previous years.

Everyone thanked him repeatedly, indicating they were initially won over by Han Yang.

"I've given you the benefits, I only have two requirements."

Of course, Han Yang wouldn't give them benefits for free.

Meeting everyone's gaze, Han Yang slowly said, "Select ten capable and strong subordinates, divide them into two shifts, and have them patrol around my small courtyard twenty-four hours a day without interruption.

Also, since you've collected protection fees, you must take on the responsibility. In these three streets within our territory, whoever dares to cause trouble for the businesses there, you deal with them!"