Reborn in Hong Kong, my cousin is Crippled Ho

Chapter 87 Zhang Chujie, Zhang of the New Territories

Hearing Xiao Jie's complaint, Lin Yuanshan glanced at him calmly and said, "It's not that no big shot appreciates you, but that you're unwilling to succumb to the quagmire of gangs."

You'd rather be on the streets, carrying the hardest bowl to hold.

At this point, Lin Yuanshan unfolded the lease that Tie Tou had just signed with the landlord. The handwriting on it was neat and crisp: "I don't believe in any of that nonsense about 'judging a person by their handwriting'."

With your handwriting, you'd be a star wherever you go.

Now you're telling me that to avoid being bullied when going out, you hung blue lanterns at the top of several "和" characters.

That's right! The Blue Lantern is anonymous and doesn't record underwater footage.

Verbally following the big shots doesn't make you a formal member, but if you're like this, burning incense at every temple, wouldn't you end up with a mountain of debts and friends?

Hmm, interesting.

Your way of playing is interesting.

You are not allowed to hang a blue lantern at another store, regardless of the prefix.

Even if a powerful figure wants to recognize your talent in the future, you won't be able to advance to level 49.

All you need to do is give red envelopes to the big shots during the four seasons and eight festivals, and no one will turn you away. Of course, no one will treat you like a little brother either.

In the future, when you have the capital, if you want to go into legitimate business, your foundation will be clean.

Oh, right! You eat street food...

At this point, Lin Yuanshan paused, staring at the sweat-drenched Xiao Jie: "You wouldn't be working as an informant for the cops, would you?"

Note: Blue Lantern has never participated in the Hongmen ceremony, nor has she joined "Undersea". She only verbally follows a certain bigwig and is not a formal member; she is a temporary worker/outsider.

In the old days, it was not surprising that ordinary people in Hong Kong would hang blue lanterns with multiple characters on them to make a living on the streets, without being a "49" (a derogatory term for someone who works for another party).

However, there are red lines to this approach.

You can hang up characters like "和安乐" (he an le), "和洪顺" (he hong shun), and "和连胜" (he lian sheng) in the "和" radical.

You can also hang Chao Yongyi, Chao Yongsheng, or Chao Hongyi inside the Chao character.

However, you can't cross broad categories, such as Anle, Chao Yongyi, or the Number Gang, because those are crossing the line and will get you punished.

Xiao Jie never expected that Mr. Lin would reveal all his secrets with just one sentence.

He put the cigarette in his mouth and took a couple of puffs. Taking advantage of the moment he turned around to exhale the smoke, he looked up at the door and said, "Haha, Mr. Lin, you're overthinking it."

"I'm just a nobody, struggling to make a living on the streets..."

Before he finished speaking, Xiao Jie sprinted toward the door.

Helplessly, the iron head that had been staring at him all along, before he joined Lin Yuanshan, relied on his leg strength to make a living.

Although he was a beat too slow, Tie Tou caught up in one swift step, his right hand slapping down like a fan, and precisely grabbed Xiao Jie's shoulder before he could leave.

With only a fraction of his strength, Tie Tou pulled Xiao Jie so hard that he stumbled, took a few steps back, and fell to the ground.

Lin Yuanshan walked over, bent down and stretched out his right hand: "Why are you running? I didn't say I would do anything to you."

Xiao Jie hesitated for a moment, then grasped Lin Yuanshan's hand and used it to get up from the ground.

He patted his clothes and looked at Lin Yuanshan, asking, "Mr. Lin, what are your instructions? Please speak frankly."

"Very good, very eye-catching!" Lin Yuanshan snapped his fingers and smiled at Xiao Jie: "Given the current social environment in Hong Kong, street food isn't very appealing."

You have ambitions and are unwilling to take shortcuts.

They can close a deal and collect a commission every two or three months.

How many years will it take you to accumulate enough capital to start a business?

Seeing Xiao Jie's unconvinced expression, Lin Yuanshan raised his hand to stop him from speaking: "Besides, you've made so many connections."

You must prepare many red packets for each of the four seasons and eight festivals.

This expense is also a shackle that restricts your development.

How about this, you come and help me with some tasks, and we'll work together for five years.

Five years from now, if you wish to start your own business, I, Lin Yuanshan, will host a banquet to send you off.

Or if you still want to stay with me then, I guarantee you'll manage at least a factory with 20 people. Of the profits from that factory, you'll get 60%, and I'll get 40%.

"Please consider it. I'm very sincere."

Patting Xiao Jie on the shoulder, Lin Yuanshan called Tie Tou over to discuss how to use wooden boards to separate the rooms.

The little rabbit is a girl, so her room should ideally be near the bathroom;

Tie Tou was a guard, so his bedroom must have been located near the entrance.

The remaining space, besides Lin Yuanshan's room, also needs to consider the placement of wardrobes, tables, chairs, and the like...

Xiao Jie didn't even need a minute to think before walking over and saying seriously, "So you're the young master Lin Yuanshan who was buying up plastic waste at inflated prices in Sham Shui Po a while ago!"

I've heard so much about you. My name is Cheung Cho Kit, I'm from the New Territories, and my nickname is White-Faced Kit.

Thank you for not abandoning me. I will work for you from now on.

As for the factory five years from now, I don't care!

"If I have to work for you for five years and still need you to give me a factory, I might as well go back to farming in the New Territories."

Lin Yuanshan smiled upon hearing this and extended his hand again: "Then, welcome to Yuanshan Plastics."

Zhang Chujie quickly extended his hand, and the two shook hands.

Lin Yuanshan suddenly blurted out: "Surname Zhang? New Territories?"

Are you Cheung from Yuen Long? Cheung from Tuen Mun? Or Cheung from Sheung Shui?

In this era, few people in the New Territories are literate. Even if you have beautiful handwriting, you'd rather starve on the streets than join a gang...

Hey, Ah-Jie, you wouldn't happen to be the illegitimate son of some gentry lord in the New Territories, would you?

Zhang Chujie, who was winking and grinning at Tie Tou, froze instantly upon hearing Lin Yuanshan's words.

Zhang Chujie pulled out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat that had once again seeped from his forehead: "Young Master Yuan, I've discovered that being your subordinate is incredibly stressful."

Lin Yuanshan laughed and walked towards the door: "Alright, alright, don't put so much pressure on yourself."

From now on, you can call me Mr. Lin or Boss.

Because I feel that the title "young master" might be more fitting for you.

……

There were two people when they went out, and three people when they came back.

Fortunately, Tie Tou was strong enough that he could easily pull the rickshaw back to Hongfa Factory with two people on it.

Following Lin Yuanshan out of the car, Zhang Chujie walked through the factory gate and curiously looked around at the surrounding environment.

"Boss Lin."

"Mr. Lin."

Good afternoon, Yuan Shao.

……

From the bricklayer wielding a mortar and pestle, to the seemingly unreliable tattooed youth, and then to the honest-looking middle-aged man with a disability in his right leg.

Although it was clearly a plastics factory, when Zhang Chujie entered, he found that the people working there were a surprisingly diverse group.

Could it be that I've been tricked into getting on a pirate ship?

Lin Yuanshan handed a cigarette to Bo Rong and introduced Zhang Chujie to him, saying that she was a newly recruited secretary and public relations officer.

Upon hearing that the man with a limp in front of him was actually the factory manager of one of Lin Yuanshan's factories, Zhang Chujie was quite surprised.

He shook hands with Limpy Rong while raising his hand in confidence.

Even a cripple can become a factory director under Lin Yuanshan, so there's no way that someone as talented as myself could be overlooked.

Limping Rong took some time to come over and inspect the three machines that Zhou Qianhe had sent over. After getting to know Zhang Chujie, he hurriedly bid farewell to Lin Yuanshan and walked out the door with uneven steps.