In the Guanqi Restaurant, there are three tables, all set with Eastern Star Spot, Braised Goose, good wine and good food.

Dao Youhui was afraid that Zhang Guobin would regret it, so he quickly blocked Zhang Guobin's mouth with plates of dishes and glasses of wine.

"Brother Bin, I toast you this cup."

“Let’s make a fortune together in the future!”

"Brother Bin, let me give you another drink."

"From now on, your territory will not only extend to Yau Ma Tei. Even if you conquer Yau Ma Tei, you will have the largest territory in Yihai. So powerful! So powerful!" Dao Youhui toasted one cup after another.

But I was secretly happy in my heart.

Zhang Guobin drank and nodded repeatedly, thanking him: "I like territory the most."

"Thank you, Brother Hui."

"Need not…"

"No need..." Dao Youhui waved his hands repeatedly. The people at the two tables saw that the bosses were talking happily, so they knew it was okay, and they all started eating with their chopsticks.

"Silly boy!"

Lunch is over.

Zhang Guobin got into the car under the escort of Dao Youhui. He lowered the window and said goodbye to Dao Youhui, but he was cursing in his heart: "What a cute idiot!"

As the motorcade in Yau Ma Tei left, Dao Youhui put away his expression, turned around, and finally couldn't help but smile on his face, and he took out a roll of money to settle the bill with Uncle Chicken.

Uncle Ji put away the money with a smile: "Brother Hui, are you rich?"

"No, I just killed a fat sheep." Dao Youhui waved his hand, not wanting to talk too much to Uncle Chicken, and Uncle Chicken didn't answer. After sending Dao Youhui away, he weighed the money and said, "I think you're the one

It’s a fat sheep.”

Dao Youhui's Ma Zai Ma Xiong followed his eldest brother to Yau Ma Tei.

"Boss, why did you give the Huayuan Street site to Prince Bin? We only have two streets under our control!" he said.

However, Dao Youhui was complacent: "Our land on those two streets is worth shit. Prince Bin is willing to trade the entire Yau Ma Tei. We will make a lot of money."

"To put it bluntly, Tung Choi Street is a little profitable, but Fa Yuen Street is worthless! We young and Dangerous boys must know how to use our brains, and we must not be like Tai Zibin who only knows how to fight and kill."

Dao Youhui pointed his finger at his head and lectured his younger brother: "Eat the brain!"

"What do you know about eating brains!" He sneered again: "Huayuan Street is so ridiculous that you can't make a dime with all the shops."

"You still thought Jianghu was in the 1970s? You can collect protection fees, and the more sites you have, the more prestigious you are? Tsk, now is the era of money. No matter how many sites you have, a business that can make money is a real business. Otherwise, why would I sell it?

Fans? What do you rely on to buy houses and cars one by one!"

"Can he still open a shop on Huayuan Street?" Dao Youhui put his hand on the car window, took out a cigar, brought it to his nose and sniffed: "You should learn more from me."

Ma Xiong immediately cheered up and said with excitement: "I'm sorry, Brother Hui, it's because I'm ignorant and the situation is too small."

"Yes." Dao Youhui agreed happily, and then put the cigar back into his arms.

Since the first day he sold white powder, he had warned himself not to get addicted to anything, so he gave up all the cigarettes he had smoked for more than ten years and only smelled tobacco leaves when he was happy/anxious.

He has a cigar that he never smokes. He has kept it for many years, but he has always kept it with him.

…

Da Bohao will not question anything he does, and completely trusts his judgment and ideas, even if he thinks that handing over the bulk cargo rights to Ma Xiong in the twelve streets of Yau Ma Tei is only a garden street.

The territory is an absolutely loss-making business.

But he believes in the boss!

He just reminded: "Brother Bing, I'm afraid my brothers will be very unhappy if they lose their bulk cargo rights."

"We moved to a site on Huayuan Street, and there was no way to change it into banknotes and distribute it to the brothers."

On the road, Da Bohao was driving, with some anxiety on his brows. He raised his eyes and glanced at the rearview mirror. He saw that the boss had a calm face, even smiling.

"Ahao."

"Do you know what it took to make money in 1980?"

Zhang Guobin asked.

Da Bohao replied: "Rely on power!"

Zhang Guobin waved his hand: "Hey, you are too straightforward."

"Let's go shopping on Huayuan Street now." He said.

"OK boss." Da Bohao drove Zhang Guobin to Huayuan Street.

Fa Yuen Street is a small street located south of Argyle Street. The entire street is about 150 meters long. There are no places for gambling stalls or dance halls, or buildings or houses for people to live in.

rent.

In addition to shops, the entire rental house is filled with shops. More than fifty shops along the street sell a variety of items, but two sneaker dealer shops have been newly opened in the middle, attracting a lot of people shopping.

In fact, Fa Yuen Street has always had relatively high traffic flow to shops. After all, it is located in the Yau Tsim Mong area, and the entire Yau Tsim Mong is the most prosperous downtown area on the Kowloon Peninsula.

In the future, the entire street will be renovated and shops will be opened.

Now it has become his territory, and he must work hard from beginning to end to make a lot of money. Who wants to do business and build a new building on Huayuan Street without asking him Bing Ge?

What's more, he has to eat this piece of cake himself!

Zhang Guobin patrolled the territory like a male tiger, looking at the flow of people through the car window, and said casually: "How many people come and go on this street every day, and how much money do they carry with them?"

"In this society, do more people attract fans, or do they go shopping on the street? We only need to find a way to put their money into their pockets. This street is the ATM machine for our cousins!"

Da Bohao said thoughtfully: "There are indeed a lot of people on Huayuan Street."

In fact, Argyle Street has always had many shops selling clothes and foreign goods since the opening of Hong Kong. After the ghosts landed on warships, Argyle Street was used as a distribution center for goods. Many citizens went to Temple Street for the night market.

, entertainment consumption, come to Huayuan Street for shopping and consumption.

The difference between these two consumption attributes represents the different value points of Huayuan Street and Temple Street.

Dao Youhui stared at the territory of Yau Ma Tei with short-sightedness. Little did he know that Fa Yuen Street and Tung Choi Street were both of great value, and both streets would be captured by Bing Ge!

"But how do you put the money of the customers on Huayuan Street into your pocket? Brother Bing, do you have any idea?" Da Bohao asked.

Zhang Guobin smiled and said: "I need to think of a way? Others have already thought of it for me!"

"As long as you believe me, how much money is there in the club's accounts? Transfer it all and use it!"

Da Bohao, who was a white paper fan at the entrance, immediately said: "Seven hundred thousand."

This little money is enough to start a business on Huayuan Street, but Zhang Guobin has a huge appetite, and he doesn't care about the opinions of the club's grandpa and other members. He waved his hand and said: "I'll add thirty more to grandpa's account."

If you get enough out of ten thousand dollars, you can raise one million and give it to grandpa this month. Let’s make our own money and let them eat their shit!”

He is willing to lose some points in front of Grandpa!

"Brother Bing, you are really talented!"

"What if grandpa wants to kill you!"

"you ask me?"

Zhang Guobin stared: "You are on top!"

The car drove out of Huayuan Street.

"Sneeze!" Hei Chai, who was sitting in the Yihai Club, sneezed!

That night.
Chapter completed!