Chapter 9: Future Planning, Capital Surpasses Six Figures

As Wang Yaotang’s lingerie stall expanded to four booths with eight models, and with large stock supplies needed for other syndicate channels, plus the growing number of his subordinates, it became necessary to find a separate office space.

Besides, keeping the operation within the syndicate’s territory meant that when the old-timers ordered the subordinates around, would they comply or not?

Before investing in subordinates, they followed the boss’s orders; after investing, if they still obeyed, then the money spent was wasted!

“Brother Yao, I’ve found three places this time. This one here is the first—760 square feet, rent only 6,000 a month,” Four-Eyes said, pointing to a seven-story building in front of them.

The building had a certain vintage charm, if you wanted to put it politely.

In reality, it was an old, dilapidated Tong Lau, at least thirty years old.

“No elevator, no restroom, and it still costs 6,000? Before, everyone barely made 1,000 a month here. That’s highway robbery,” A-Jie muttered quietly.

“Are you kidding? This is Tsim Sha Tsui’s central district, second highest retail rent in Asia. This price is actually quite cheap.”

“I choose—cheap?” A-Jie looked stunned.

Just a glance at the narrow one-meter-wide concrete stairwell, the dim hallway, and the crumbling stairs made Wang Yaotang turn and walk away. “Next.”

The second option wasn’t far from here, a slightly newer building, though not by much. The advantage was it had an elevator, about 480 square feet, with a monthly rent of 7,000.

“The last one is in Champagne Building, the tallest building in Kowloon from the 1950s—so it’s a bit pricey.”

Champagne Building was quite famous, and a knowing smile played across Wang Yaotang’s face.

Alongside it were the well-known Fairly Building in Tsim Sha Tsui, Kin Hing Building in Mong Kok, Hap Yee Building in Causeway Bay, and Fuji Building.

Even forty years later, except for Champagne Building which had closed down, the other four continued to operate well.

This place was known for its ‘one-on-one’ specialty dining services from all over the world, offering a taste of global cuisine, perfectly reflecting Hong Kong Island’s international and multicultural character.

For example, local Hong Kong dishes, mainland Chinese cuisine, Russian Western food, Southeast Asian fare, Korean cuisine, and so forth. Dining usually lasted about half an hour, costing between HKD 450 to 700. Customers could also order higher-end services, all clearly priced.

Safe, trustworthy, with transparent pricing and high-quality dishes, it was a perfect weekend getaway for men.

Of course, even better for bachelors.

“Rumor has it the landlord owns more than a dozen rental units in Champagne Building. Currently, three are vacant: a storefront on the first floor, one unit on the third floor, and another on the fifth,” Four-Eyes said, heading toward the stairwell.

“Wait, let’s look at the storefront first,” Wang Yaotang called out.

“Huh?” Four-Eyes looked surprised. “Brother Yao, think twice. The storefront is only 180 square feet and rents for 25,000 a month.”

After looking up for a moment, he suddenly asked, “Do you know how many madams there are here?”

“Uh… 200?” Four-Eyes glanced uncertainly at A-Jie.

“Look at me,” A-Jie rolled his eyes.

“Don’t you go there often?”

“No, I don’t,” A-Jie stared wide-eyed, as if accusing them of slander.

“You’d better,” Wang Yaotang chuckled.

A-Jie grinned, rubbing his nose. “There aren’t that many madams, about sixty. The clubs—Numbers, Lian Gong Le, He Tu, and Sheng He—all opened stables here, totaling over 300.”

Wang Yaotang smiled at Four-Eyes.

Four-Eyes’ eyes sparkled as he nodded emphatically. “Rent it!”

Standing in front of the storefront, Wang Yaotang’s excitement grew. “More than 300 ladies. At least 1,500 regular customers daily, 45,000 monthly. Within seven days, we’ll have three series, nine styles. Even if only a tenth of them buy, profits soar to…”

“130,000!” Four-Eyes calculated instantly.

“I choose! That many!” A-Jie’s eyes nearly popped out.

“That’s theoretical. There’s rent and wages,” Wang Yaotang said, but the corner of his mouth couldn’t hide his smile.

“Stall vending is just a stopgap,” Wang Yaotang mused. “Can you imagine a well-dressed white-collar elite paying cash to buy crotchless pants on the street?”

“Pfft, hahaha!” A-Jie burst out laughing. He often hung around the stalls and had seen some in suits whose eyes nearly popped out, even some who fell over railings.

But when asked to buy, they all shook their heads quickly.

“Only a few shameless perverts don’t care what others think. The real buyers are the high-earning white-collar elites, but they need a private sales space.”

Wang Yaotang spoke confidently. “So, other syndicates can keep their stalls—I don’t mind. Opening shops is the future.”

“Plus, running a proper business means no interference from other syndicates.”

Four-Eyes took over. “By this logic, in Yau Tsim Mong alone, we can open at least 20 stores; in Causeway Bay, Sai Wan, and Wan Chai, another 10; 50 across Kowloon and Hong Kong Island. Expand the product line... then it’s no longer monthly income, but annual revenue.”

“How much could that be?” A-Jie asked eagerly.

“Over 100 million annually!” Four-Eyes’ eyes gleamed, his face flushed.

“Choose! Over 100 million!” A-Jie shouted, changing tone and drawing attention.

“Not just that. You’re underestimating the perverts,” Wang Yaotang waved his hand grandly. “The adult industry is the primary productive force, plus related toys, medicines, adult videos, phone orders, delivery services, and so on.”

“Trillions!”

If memory served, the domestic erotic product market alone would exceed 150 billion in the future.

And there were the Southeast Asian, European, and American markets too.

The market was still in its infancy. Taking advantage of Hong Kong Island’s geographical edge and early entry would secure a large share.

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