Fists

Han Yang knew clearly, just as Shen the Butcher had said, being involved in the underworld had no future.

Han Yang himself completely looked down on Black Three and his group. The reason he had taken action to seize Black Three's businesses and establish the Fuxing Gang was purely for self-preservation.

Even prohibiting gambling, prostitution, and drugs was just something he did along the way. After all, no matter what, the Fuxing Gang was his own enterprise now, and Han Yang truly didn't want to touch that ill-gotten money.

His power-leveling business was the foundation.

As his activities grew larger, it would be impossible to remain hidden. Didn't Black Three target him even with this small scale?

Since he couldn't stay hidden, he could only step out and show his fist.

From today onwards, the Fuxing Gang would be his fist.

Six months. Han Yang only needed this fist to protect himself for six months.

Han Yang estimated that in two months, he could earn around 700,000 in cash. Coupled with the cash flow from the Fuxing Gang, he could have over 1.2 million – the dividends were at the end of the year, but for now, Han Yang could temporarily use the funds.

With 1.2 million, his next plan could be initiated. After six months, when the initial plan was completed, the Fuxing Gang would have fulfilled its phased mission. Han Yang would then upgrade and reorganize it.

"Buy a piece of land, build a factory building. On my own territory, I can expand without worries and earn more money. By then, I can also buy specialized chip manufacturing equipment and develop more advanced chips."

Han Yang thought to himself, "When I have more money, I'll directly start digging an underground base. On the surface, I'll build things like bars, KTVs, restaurants, supermarkets, etc. Not only can they serve as cover, but they can also launder the money I earn."

This was Han Yang's medium to long-term plan. And within this plan, the current three months were the most crucial time.

He couldn't let anyone affect his development plan. Thus, it became necessary to allocate some manpower specifically to protect himself.

After arranging the matters of the Fuxing Gang, Han Yang left directly, not wanting to stay there for even a moment longer. He returned to his small courtyard.

At this moment, people from the security company also arrived and installed some more surveillance cameras.

Unlike the previous cameras that were installed with the aim of being hidden, these surveillance cameras were now conspicuously placed on the walls, monitoring the area around the courtyard.

Before long, the first batch of five capable subordinates selected by Li Hu also arrived. Han Yang didn't leave his house and directly instructed them through a loudspeaker to build five sheds around the courtyard wall, serving as guard posts. He also promised to give each of them an extra 100 yuan per day, and the five subordinates immediately became full of energy.

Ten people, only 1000 yuan a day, which was only thirty thousand a month. For safety, Han Yang didn't care about this amount of money at all.

After the restructuring, the Fuxing Gang, purely in terms of money, was a complete negative asset for Han Yang. If it weren't for safety, Han Yang wouldn't bother with it.

After everything was arranged, seeing the energetic and capable subordinates who were staring intently at anyone who dared to approach Han Yang's courtyard as if they were criminals, and seeing the images of the courtyard surroundings transmitted by multiple cameras, Han Yang finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Finally, I can do my own things without being disturbed... Heh, black market, let's just call it black market."

Han Yang knew that almost everyone initially, Black Three, Li Hu, Zhao Fu, and others, thought he was involved in the black market.

But later, seeing how mysterious his background was and how powerful his connections seemed, even being able to deploy armed drones, they became suspicious.

At this stage, there were all sorts of guesses. Some thought Han Yang was connected to certain higher-ups and was carrying out some secret mission, while others thought Han Yang was a black hand for some higher-up, that Han Yang was indeed involved in the black market, but the business belonged to the higher-ups, and Han Yang was just working for them, and so on. There were all kinds of guesses.

Han Yang didn't intend to clarify; he even decided to fuel the speculation. The more bizarre the guesses, the better.

Ignoring the various rumors from the outside world, within the small courtyard, Han Yang once again immersed himself in continuous learning and taking power-leveling orders.

Time passed quietly, and in the blink of an eye, two months had gone by.

During these two months, everything was calm. Although Han Yang was no longer hidden and had become a relatively prominent figure among the many forces in the wet market area, no other forces came to bother him.

This was the benefit of bringing Li Hu and others under his control.

After taking stock, Han Yang saw that the money in his bank account had reached 700,000.

"Although the money is not enough yet, I can start some preparatory work."

Stretching, Han Yang decided to go out for a walk.

He hadn't left his house for two months. All the necessary supplies for life were delivered by subordinates remotely.

Leaving the house, a subordinate on duty immediately stepped forward respectfully: "Hello, Boss Han."

Han Yang nodded: "Call the brothers and walk with me."

"Yes."

Immediately, five burly men who didn't look like good people followed behind Han Yang.

Han Yang walked casually and arrived at Aunt Wang's food stall, where he saw that Sun Gui looked much more energetic than before, and it seemed that the chicken head and chicken butt business was doing well.

Seeing Han Yang come out, Sun Gui immediately stepped forward respectfully: "Hello, Boss Han."

"Hmm, hello. How's business lately?"

"Thanks to you, everything is good. I can sell over two hundred chicken heads and chicken butts every day now, and I've also built a shed next to Aunt Wang's house, so I have a place to live. My next step is to do wholesale and sell this stuff to other streets."

Sun Gui was beaming with a radiant face.

Aunt Wang also chimed in: "That's right, it's all thanks to Xiao Yang's good fortune. Lately, fewer and fewer people dare to cause trouble here, and more and more people are opening shops. Old Zhang's broken house has even been rented out, and I heard they're opening a fruit store. When there are more people, there are more people eating, and your Aunt Wang's business is getting better and better."

Aunt Wang was also smiling broadly.

When order is good, there are naturally more people, and business is easy to do.

Although Han Yang hadn't left his house during this time, Han Yang's presence was everywhere in the three streets controlled by the Fuxing Gang.

Han Yang had set up the Fuxing Gang's bars, KTVs, and every surveillance camera on these three streets. Each camera was directly connected to his small courtyard, and Han Yang only needed to allocate a tiny bit of computing power to monitor Li Hu's group and the streets 24/7 without interruption.

The accounts were reported daily, and Han Yang could sort them all out in less than a second. It was even impossible to fool him with the accounts.

Thus, Han Yang was like someone with divine sight.

At first, some people in the Fuxing Gang were a little unconvinced and wanted to pull some small tricks. But before they even started, Han Yang immediately detected them.

After a small punishment, everyone was immediately convinced and no longer dared to pull any small tricks.

Han Yang even saw through the surveillance that Zhao Fu, who managed the Fuxing Gang's accounts, even whispered to Li Hu in private, saying how Boss Han was like a god, knowing everything without leaving his house, and couldn't be fooled at all.