The concert ended very successfully, and there were no special accidents. After all, it was an official event, and the police department was watching it like they were facing a great enemy. There were basically no people who dared to make trouble on such an occasion, as long as there were no accidents that couldn't be prevented.
In other words, Tang Jinyan's original sense of smell was sharp. This job was actually to pick up money.
Of course, for Tang Jinyan, the meaning of this security job was a bit different.
He found out what it was that he had always been unable to understand.
Although they were burdened with shadows, they still had beautiful dreams in their hearts. That was because they were always looking towards the sunshine.
But he was the opposite.
That night, he did something he hadn't done for a month. He picked up two random women from the nightclub and had a threesome with them.
When he returned home, he took out a small book from the cabinet and looked at it for a long time. Finally, he flipped to the first page.
Since he knew he couldn't get out of here, he might as well go deeper.
Who knew if there was a colorful scenery on the other side of the road?
*****
"Master Tang Jiu, I've been waiting for you for almost two months.
My name is Yi Zhi Lan, you can call me Yi Zhi. "
Looking at the wretched Japanese man with a feminine name in front of him, Tang Jinyan had an epiphany.
"Waited for almost two months", this was a bit too much information.
First, it meant that he already knew who took over Old Eight, which meant that his contact with the New Village Faction wasn't one-sided with Old Eight. Second, why was he willing to wait for him?
Why didn't he change partners?
The information was very clear. The so-called smuggling wasn't done by Old Eight, but by the old man.
This Japanese was the old man's man. In other words, he was directly working with the old man.
"Looks like Eighth Brother didn't tell us the truth when he told us that the security guards at the docks were just selling the stolen goods when they unloaded and transported the goods …" Tang Jinyan narrowed his eyes and said, "What can Izhi-kun tell me?"
Yi Zhi Lan laughed. "Master Ba didn't completely hide it. The ocean trading company is under my name and I'm the one doing the business. Master Ba is only responsible for protection, but … he has 38% of the shares, which is only a little less than me."
"The shares are with the old man now?"
"Since the Ninth Masters are here, they will naturally come to the Ninth Masters."
Tang Jinyan nodded. It seemed like there was a third-party law firm involved.
This was surprising. This was no longer a small matter. 38% of the profits from smuggling was heaven-defying. Was the old man really assured to give it to him?
Initially, he used Eighth Brother to work with the Japanese because he didn't trust the Japanese.
But this time, it was hilarious. A Japanese and a Chinese were working together to smuggle goods in Korea?
No matter how he looked at it, it felt strange.
In addition, Eighth Brother's account did not have such a large amount of money. He must have opened an additional account privately. Where did he hide it?
Does this have anything to do with his accidental death?
Tang Jinyan stared at Yi Zhi Lan coldly.
"Ninth Masters, you don't have to stare at me like that. I know what you're thinking.
I'm a Japanese here. No matter what, I have to rely on the cooperation of my countrymen. Even if I kill the Eighth Master, the Ninth Master will come. The Tenth Master and the Eleventh Master will come. If I change the New Village Faction, there will be other factions. It's meaningless. "
What a smooth way of speaking. Did killing have to be done for the sake of benefits?
There were many reasons that could lead to a tragic death. At least, Eighth Brother's private account was enough to give many people a reason to kill him.
The whirlpool here was a little deep … Flipping this page was like opening Pandora's box. Everything was out of control.
"It's not that I don't trust Yi Zhi Kun."
Tang Jinyan said lightly. "If it were anyone else who knew the situation here and insisted that Eighth Brother's death had nothing to do with this, they wouldn't believe it."
"It doesn't matter if you believe it or not."
Yi Zhi Lan grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth. "Perhaps the Ninth Masters will end up like the Eighth Master. But since he's here, will the Ninth Masters still leave?"
Tang Jinyan smiled faintly. "He won't."
After flipping that page, he didn't think that there was anything safe to speak of.
38% of the profits from smuggling was an astronomical figure. How could one catch a tiger cub without entering the tiger's den?
"Since he won't …" Yi Zhi Lan extended her right hand. "Happy cooperation."
"Happy cooperation." Tang Jinyan simply shook her hand. "Can you show me around?"
"Please."
Yi Zhi Lan extended her hand and gestured for him to follow her. "The company is actually very formal. It's just an import and export business in my name with some Japanese companies. It's a legitimate tax.
The shady business can't be seen on the surface, so there's not much point in visiting the company.
However, the Ninth Masters can take a look at our warehouse. "
"As expected. The security team at the warehouse are all from the New Village Faction." Tang Jinyan walked side by side with her. Eun-suk led a large group of people behind them vigilantly.
"That's the basis of our cooperation with the New Village Faction."
Yi Zhi Lan revealed her yellow teeth again. "Otherwise, those baldies by the Eighth Master's side wouldn't be of any use."
There seemed to be a hidden meaning in her words. Eun-suk and his lackeys behind her had a look of anger on their faces.
Tang Jinyan glanced at him from the corner of his eyes, focusing on his lower body. He said calmly, "So Yi Zhi-kun's fart is useful. I'm impressed."
Eun-suk and his lackeys chuckled and stared at Yi Zhi Lan's butt with evil intentions.
Unexpectedly, Yi Zhi Lan wiggled her butt. "It's very useful. Ninth Masters, do you want to try?"
Tang Jinyan's mouth twitched slightly.
The Japanese were indeed not an ordinary race. They were all zombie soldiers under the command of the King of Filth …
This ocean trading company was located in Incheon. There were warehouses near the first and second international ports. It was quite famous in the area.
When they arrived at the first warehouse, there were already dozens of burly men waiting in line. When they saw Tang Jinyan, they all bowed respectfully. "Ninth Masters."
Tang Jinyan hugged them one by one. His waist accidentally touched the handles of their guns. He sighed softly in his heart.
There was another group of people like them in the second warehouse …
These days, the underworld was already very weak. At least, they couldn't raise their heads in front of the tycoons.
When they cooperated with the Japanese, they were at a disadvantage in terms of shares.
It was already good enough that Old Eighth had Brother Leopard and Jin Yiguang's teams under him. It was absolutely impossible for him to be assigned such a strong force. This must be an important team that the Old Master had in his hands. He would not give it to anyone casually.
Back then, he had led En Shuo and a mere seven or eight people to slowly build up the territory. Although the old man had given him full autonomy and allowed him to make use of the situation, there was almost no direct reward in terms of strength.
Because of this, the surname of Qingliang was Tang, not Xinchuang. Those arrogant people only recognized him.
Because of this, the entire Xinchuang faction was shocked. His brothers finally started to be on guard against him.
But now, the old man actually gave these people to him to manage … at least in name.
Why was he suddenly so generous?
The old man's attitude was thought-provoking.
Maybe … he really wants me to enter the Gu bowl?
At the very least, he wants my brothers to think so, so that I don't have the right to flip the table?
But judging from the time of the incident, it didn't seem right …
Until the old man's personal lawyer arrived to sign the share agreement, Tang Jinyan was still thinking absent-mindedly.
"Mr. Ninth."
The lawyer greeted Tang Jinyan with a smile, "The old man instructed me to give you this letter after you sign the contract."
Tang Jinyan was stunned. He took the envelope from the lawyer and found it was sealed well.
"Thank you." Tang Jinyan didn't dawdle. He directly opened the envelope and walked to a corner to read it carefully.
There was only a simple sentence on the letter, "38% is not dead. If you have the guts, get me 80%!"
Tang Jinyan's eyes flashed. The letter was instantly crushed into a ball.
20% was something they could never touch. It was given to some people in the customs, police, tax, and even the navy.
So, 80% meant that they had to take the supply from the Japanese and kick them aside?
This was too difficult. After all, he was a newcomer. He didn't even know what the supply was and where it came from.
But if it could be done …
Old man, you're really not afraid that Incheon will also be surnamed Tang!