Chapter Thirty-Nine: Khun Sa: I Laugh at That Young Brat’s Lack of Wit and Strategy

The mere thought of everyone coming back to return their goods, with tens of thousands of sets piling up in his hands, coupled with the factory debts and the living expenses of his underlings over this period...

Shark Kun suddenly felt the world spin around him!

Backed by the Tung Luen Shing triad all these years, and being stingy with his underlings, he had indeed made a lot of money. However, even a man worth tens of millions would find it difficult to pull together over 4 million in cash on short notice, let alone someone like him.

Just like Wang Yaotang, he had misappropriated funds from the triad!

If business was good, the dragon heads wouldn't say much if he came up slightly short during the accounts settlement; at worst, he could make it up over the next few months.

But if everything went down the drain...

He didn't even dare to imagine it.

Leaning against the desk and breathing heavily to force himself to calm down, it took him a long time before he raised his head to look at Fatty Ying. "What on earth is going on? Why aren't they selling anymore?"

"I don't know. The moment I realized something was wrong, I came straight to tell the boss," Fatty Ying said in a low voice.

"Then go check it out!" Shark Kun roared. "Stop fucking playing around! Get out there and find out why they aren't selling!"

A group of underlings hurriedly began pulling up their pants, while the hostesses who had been called over lowered their heads to get dressed, trying their best not to make a sound. The boss was in a blind rage, and no one dared to provoke him.

Shark Kun finally understood what the TV dramas meant by "every second feels like a year." He paced back and forth inside the office, raising his wrist every now and then to check his gold Rolex, only to find that a mere three fucking minutes had passed.

"It's all your fucking fault!" Kicking Luna, Shark Kun vented his displaced fury. "Who the hell told you to put your clothes on? Take them off and bend over!"

"People are fucking dying out there, and gathering some news is taking this long!"

"Stinking bitch, jinx!" He raised his hand and delivered a sharp slap across her face.

Still not appeased, his gaze swept back and forth across the room, and grabbing a Coca-Cola bottle, he shoved it straight in.

"Ah!" Luna let out a miserable scream, her entire body twitching in pain.

"Motherfucker, I'll sell you off to Africa soon!"

Pulling out his belt, he swung it down hard.

"Ring-a-ling-ling—" The phone suddenly rang, giving Shark Kun a start. He frowned and picked it up, and a torrent of roaring poured into his ear. "Shark Kun, you bum! Didn't you say these clothes would rake in a fortune? With dozens of stalls, you've only sold a thousand pieces in a whole day before sales flatlined! What we earned isn't even enough to pay the boys' wages!"

Shark Kun clenched his fists. "Are your underlings made of gold? Making tens of thousands isn't enough to cover work? Why don't you let me lend you some of my cheap boys instead?"

"Go fuck yourself, trying to bluff me! The first day's sales were good, but can it keep selling this much every single day?!"

"Then what do you want? Do you understand competition or not? Seizing the market comes first!"

"You said you'd accept returns if they don't sell! Don't you dare go back on your word later!" Dropping those words, the other end slammed the phone down.

"When making money, you don't call me godfather, but the moment you earn a little less, you're not satisfied. Fuck your old man's stinking cunt!" Cursing aloud, he grabbed his belt and lashed it across Luna's body.

Before he could vent much longer, the telephone rang again. "Ring-a-ling-ling—"

***

Blind Wah had cleared up the situation and was returning when he ran into Water Chicken, Big Mouth Duck, and Smoker Lok downstairs. "What the hell are you lot doing here?"

"Waiting for you."

Blind Wah's brain spun, and he caught on instantly. None of them wanted to go up alone and bear the brunt of Shark Kun's fury.

When Fatty Ying returned, all he saw was the group gathered together smoking and shooting the breeze, with the ground littered with cigarette butts.

"Ying哥 is back."

"Lead the way, Ying哥!"

"I'll be damned, you bastards." Fatty Ying's mouth twitched as he cursed, but he was still laughing and hoisted into the elevator by the others.

Seeing the underlings pushing the door open and walking in together, Shark Kun froze for a moment, then his expression grew even uglier.

Able to climb up from the very bottom to this position step by step, he wasn't an idiot. If he was defeated commercially by Wang Yaotang, that was a generational mismatch in vision, but how could he fail to see through the petty schemes of a few subordinates?

Blind Wah's gaze swept over Luna. She was naked, covered in blood from the beating, and down there... Tsk tsk, what a fucking pervert.

"What the hell are you standing around for? Speak!" Shark Kun roared.

The underlings all looked at Fatty Ying. You're the boss's confidant, you talk.

Fatty Ying grinned wryly. "Boss, it's the newspaper vendors. They're helping Wang Yaotang move his goods. They hang a few samples on the stalls, so anyone buying a newspaper is bound to see them."

"I saw dozens of vendors selling them," Fatty Ying added, glancing at the others.

"That's right."

"Same over on my side, dozens of them are selling." Water Chicken, Big Mouth Duck, Smoker Lok, and Blind Wah chimed in one after another.

"Many of them have already sold out and are just telling people to come back tomorrow."

"Also, he added promotional posters to the packaging." With that, Fatty Ying handed over the items he had purchased himself.

"Fuck his old man's stinking cunt!" Shark Kun slammed the clothes fiercely onto the floor. "Don't we have models too? They're eye-catching as well!"

"Boss, they're *too* eye-catching. Most customers are too embarrassed to buy them," Fatty Ying said in a low voice.

"You mother— Ahhhhh!" Shark Kun stomped furiously on the floor to vent for a moment before calming down slightly. "If he can use newspaper vendors, so can I. Whose goods aren't they selling? Go find those vendors and make them sell my goods too!"

With that, Shark Kun raised a hand to signal everyone to be quiet. He squinted and thought for a moment, then suddenly burst out laughing, clutching his stomach as he laughed. "Foolish punk, trying to pull tricks on me. Hahaha."

"Kun Gor, you've found a way?" Fatty Ying asked at the opportune moment.

"I'm laughing at that brat for lacking strategy and wits. If I were him, I definitely would've misappropriated a sum from the triad, stocked up heavily, and then flooded the entire Hong Kong and Kowloon in one breath to seize the market!"

"Right now, that punk only has thirty thousand pieces in his hands, which won't even last a day, while I have over one hundred thousand! Ha, now that I know his method, what does that punk have left to fight me with?"

***

Shark Kun swept away his despondency and was once again brimming with vigor. "Earlier, I was worried that other triads would get the goods and, failing to sell them, come back to demand a refund. Ha, it doesn't matter now! Let them return the goods! Bring them all! I want every single newspaper vendor in Yau Tsim Mong to sell Shark Kun's goods!"

"Kun Gor doing this is truly brilliant." Fatty Ying gave a thumbs-up with an admiring expression.

Having found a solution, the atmosphere in the room instantly grew cheerful again. Laughing heartily, Shark Kun began dividing up territories among his underlings. "Get those newspaper vendors sorted out, and those turfs will be yours from now on. When the big boss makes money, you guys make money too."

"What the hell are you howling for? Can't you look a bit happier?" Shark Kun glanced sideways at Luna in the corner, then walked over and squatted down. "Did the beating hurt you?"

Luna shook her head repeatedly in terror.

"Alright, here." Shark Kun pulled out his wallet, drew out a stack of cash, and handed it over. "Kun Gor was in a bad mood just now. Use this to get your injuries treated. Come on, look happy, give me a smile."

Luna hurriedly squeezed out a smile that was uglier than crying.

"Go see a doctor." Shark Kun waved his hand, stood up, and looked at the crowd of underlings. "Time to work! It's five-thirty right now. Before seven o'clock, get every single newspaper vendor in Yau Tsim Mong under control for me! Tomorrow, I'm marching into Western District, Wan Chai, and Causeway Bay to unify Hong Kong and Kowloon!"

Fatty Ying, Water Chicken, Big Mouth Duck, Blind Wah, and the others all acknowledged the order and streamed out noisily.

***

Several low-level gangsters suddenly rushed up to a newspaper stall, reached out, and tore down the sexy lingerie hanging as samples. The vendor jumped up instantly, yelling, "Hey, punks, what the hell are you doing?!"

"You're not allowed to sell this guy's stuff anymore from now on! You only sell these!" A gangster with dyed, shit-yellow hair tossed his head as a thick stack of 'Lady Night' sexy lingerie was dumped right onto the newspaper stand.

It didn't matter what they sold as long as there was money to be made. The vendor picked up a piece, flipped it back and forth, and immediately frowned. "What is this?"

"Cup lingerie." The punk pulled one out of the packaging to display it.

The vendor's brow furrowed even deeper. "Where's the promotional poster?"

"There isn't one. Just tear one of yours down."

"You punk, the items don't even match! Are you waiting to have your stall overturned?" The vendor flared up instantly.

"I told you to sell this one, so you sell this one! Do you believe I'll trash your stall right now?!" The shit-yellow-haired punk flew into a rage.

In the past, he could only follow behind the Blue Lanterns to do errands, and people looked down on him. Now that the big boss had told him to lead his own brothers out on a job, this bastard was still looking down on him!

Several other gangsters nearby, who finally had a glimmer of hope of joining the triad, were at the height of their arrogance. With two heavy kicks, they sent the vendor sprawling onto the ground. "Old man, going against our Tung Luen Shing, you got a death wish?!"

***

This scene was playing out simultaneously in multiple locations across Yau Tsim Mong. Five hundred newspaper vendors were harassed, nearly half of them got into verbal disputes, and close to a hundred locations saw newspaper stalls being smashed and people getting beaten.