Chapter 29: Stables Upgraded and New Industrial Layouts

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Wang Yaotang had never really visited the stables inside, including those of Sheng Yi himself. Handsome, capable in a fight, always calling on friends—he was the most flamboyant figure in school, chased by many girls. After joining the gang, he became even more popular.

Later, after meeting Guan Jiahui—young, beautiful, and playful—he looked down even more on those rough girls in the stables. Without curiosity, naturally, he never went there.

This stable originally belonged to Tong Xinhe. According to the contract, the total usable area was 200 square meters.

Upon entering, there was a main hall where the girls usually waited for customers to choose them. Next to the hall was a separate room of about 30 square meters, furnished with a bed and a bathroom, where the boss Sheng Ping worked, rested, and tested horses.

Further inside was a corridor with a dozen small private rooms. Deeper still was a room for the younger members, and at the end, a communal bathroom.

These were the girls’ work cubicles, each only about five square meters, with a 1.2-meter single bed. The remaining space barely allowed one to turn around; there was no shower. The focus was on quick in-and-out service.

The younger members’ resting place was larger, over 30 square meters with four bunk beds, housing eight people.

The hallway was dimly lit with pink lights, slightly damp, with stale and unpleasant air. Though not filthy or chaotic, the environment was undeniably unpleasant.

“How much do you earn per session?” Wang Yaotang asked after returning.

The dozen or so girls looked at each other, then the oldest among them spoke up: “It should be around 100, but not sure. Originally, we dealt with Ma Fu Ayong.”

Wang Yaotang furrowed his brows. “Alright, let’s get acquainted first. My name is Wang Yaotang, but you can call me Brother Yao from now on. The debts you owed Tong Xinhe have all been bought by me. In other words, I’m now your patron.”

“Quit standing there dumbfounded! Shout it out!” A Jie shouted.

“Brother Yao!” the women called out in unison.

Wang’s gaze swept over them, but their faces showed indifference. This made him reconsider.

Originally, he intended to change the previous interest-on-interest system, letting the women see a light at the end of their debt tunnel to boost morale—for everyone’s benefit. But now, it seemed...

The gang’s stable system wasn’t formed overnight; it had its reasons. He couldn’t just crudely apply the old model from his past life. Caution was necessary.

“What’s your name?” Wang asked the woman who had spoken.

“Brother Yao, just call me Ajuan,” the woman said, tucking her hair back with a smile.

Wang beckoned A Jie over. “Take everyone to verify debts with Four-Eyes, then send them to Youlian to start work.”

“From now on, they’re all under you. You need to remember everyone’s names, their family situations, and reasons for debts.”

“Everything? Remember all that?” A Jie’s eyes widened.

“You think being a horseman’s easy? Just shouting a few times,” Wang laughed, patting A Jie’s chest.

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“If it’s like this, maybe switch to Awei. I think I’m better at rough stuff,” A Jie complained, looking troubled.

“What about the clothing store?” Wang put an arm around A Jie’s shoulder. “I know you hate learning this stuff, but there will be more businesses in the future. If my brothers don’t help me, who else can I trust?”

“Alright!” A Jie couldn’t argue and slapped his head twice, looking determined. “Leave it to me, don’t worry.”

“Go ahead—just get used to it,” Wang said with a smile, gently pushing A Jie into the fire.

A Jie had a foul mouth and a short temper, always fighting. Wang feared he wouldn’t last three years.

He didn’t want a day when he ruled Hong Kong Island and found A Jie already framed on the wall, unable to curse and complain. Life would lose some of its sparkle.

Waving Ajuan to follow him to the office, Wang wanted to understand the situation thoroughly.

Hours later...

Scattered on the table were sheets covered in handwriting. Wang reclined in his chair, rubbing his temples.

The situation was far more complicated than he expected.

These women were all trapped in high-interest loans. The youngest was barely of age... the oldest, Ajuan, was only twenty-six.

A gambling father, a sick mother, a schooling younger brother, and a broken self.

In his past life, Wang thought it was just a trope; now, he saw the reality.

Gambling-addicted parents, patriarchal families valuing sons over daughters, deceived by scoundrels, burdened by illness...

Of course, nearly half were also due to their own faults: gambling, high consumption, greed, scams.

All owed money to the gang and sold their bodies to repay debts.

They didn’t even know exactly how much the gang collected from each. Prices varied by person; for Ajuan, a session earned 50 yuan, but the gang took 40 directly to settle debts. Still, she earned more than ordinary people monthly.

Clinging to this faint hope, the women persevered, though many had given up.

To Wang, these women were somewhat attractive—otherwise, they wouldn’t have been selected. The problem was how brutally the business was run.

Picking up scrap paper, he scribbled and sketched before deciding on a preliminary reform plan: a ten-level performance ladder.

With each level ascended, the monthly interest and cut would decrease.

Work hard, and within a year, there was hope to clear all debts. Of course, if someone borrowed more, that was another story.

But before that, the place needed renovation.

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All gangs must tap into the lower-tier market; only through differentiated competition could they profit—big profits!

Thinking of renovations made Wang frown—this was a tricky business. He’d heard many horror stories of people being cheated during renovation in his past life.

Then there was the money problem... 300,000 yuan might not even cover a car purchase plus renovations.

Pondering, Wang suddenly slapped the table. Could he do it himself? What would that entail?

Laborers: Not every young person dreamed of fighting; sending some to do manual work was perfect for the younger members.

Masters: Skilled workers were easy to find—either from the walled city or the housing estates. Many came from the north with experience in large constructions.

Management: Use the stable as a pilot, identify and solve problems.

Future business: With so many bars, KTVs, nightclubs, and stables nearby, repair work was inevitable. With his reputation, securing jobs wouldn’t be difficult.

Market: At least forty years of good opportunities.

Looking over his notes, Wang stood, arms crossed, a satisfied smile on his lips. But in his peripheral vision, he suddenly noticed someone watching him from behind—a figure with sharp features and an imposing presence.

Wang was startled, quickly leaping forward to the desk, turning sharply to confront his observer. Then he laughed.

The “figure” was just his reflection in a large mirror behind him—both fists raised, guarding his face, chest out, back straight, aura solid as a mountain.

Shaking his head with a smile, Wang turned and walked out the door. “Awei!”

“Awei’s at the stall. What’s up?” A Ji looked up.

Wang patted his forehead. The stall was expanding bit by bit, and manpower was truly insufficient. “A Ji, go handle this. Buy a few cases of cola for the housing estate, then go to the court and find those ruffians. Have them find out who does renovation work, especially those from the north.”

“If we find one, 100 yuan reward.”

“Okay.” A Ji got up.

“Drive over there. Let those ruffians see what real strength looks like!”

“Got it.” A Ji smiled. Brother Yao always thought about backing his brothers up—this was how he kept face.