Hong Fei, a redditor in American comics

5 minute later.

Hong Fei's output ends.

Most of them have already been immersed in the grand blueprint drawn by Hong Fei.

Only a few people could still maintain their composure, but their eyes seemed to have a different light than before.

Even Sionis and Deadshot around him were inevitably affected.

New York is divided into five regions.

Manhattan, Queens, Brooklyn, the Bronx, Staten Island. .

In terms of area, Queens is the largest, followed by Brooklyn.

But the area with the richest core is undoubtedly Manhattan, the smallest.

The gang leaders present here are distributed in various areas of the city.

Their business projects are even more complicated.

The low-end ones charge protection fees, while the high-end ones sell arms.

If you always open the criminal law casually, it is equivalent to their business catalog.

Hong Fei was not proud, or he was not anxious at all.

Although he suppressed and initially convinced them with physics and reason, if the core interests were directly touched on, some people would definitely still be unable to help but jump up.

So, at least tonight, it is not the time to prune branches and leaves.

"Currently, the Masked Gang is the largest gang in New York City, and a lot of business is in my hands. As a sign of sincerity, I will take out the next 80% of the proceeds and gradually hand them over to some of the people here in the next three months. People. How to allocate it will depend on everyone’s performance."

People have been killed, and the future has been described, then the next step is to produce tangible benefits.

Maybe the MLM master's three-piece set can convince them that Hong Fei's words are not false, but whether they will agree to be included because of this is still a matter of doubt.

These people are not fools.

The gangster's way of survival is, on the one hand, to wait and see what others are doing, and on the other hand, to ignore the rabbit before sight.

Again, under the threat of force, it is not impossible to negotiate whether you are a cow or a horse, but you must at least give grass.

Hong Fei continued calmly: "I don't know how much this 80% of the income is, but I believe that everyone here must know much better than me."

He lied.

Actually he knows.

The Masked Gang's net income in New York last year totaled 6000 million.

This is top-secret data, known only to Sionis and his close subordinates.

Doesn’t it feel like a lot?

In fact, this was the income of the Masked Gang last year even as they continued to expand and even went to war with other gangs.

Large-scale gangs like the Masked Gang are actually almost like a group company. Their business scope is very diversified. They can participate in legal businesses as well as illegal transactions. At the same time, because they have violence in their hands, whether they are white or white Black, they can always get along well.

Moreover, what gangsters are best at is not business operations, but directly monopolizing the trade of a certain commodity through violent means.

This product can be firearms, laundry detergent, or even the entry and exit of a certain kind of food or items in a certain area.

Don't underestimate certain foods or items. After all, this is a market in an international metropolis. Even controlling toilet paper can make gangsters make a lot of money.

But then again, gangs that can truly achieve a monopoly on certain types of goods have usually developed into large gangs, and there must even be explicit support and protection behind them.

Those who are qualified to sit in front of Hong Fei are in this category.

Therefore, the bottom members of gangs are indeed very difficult to get along with. Their weekly salary may be only twenty or thirty dollars. Unless they have gang activities, they can earn a certain amount of bonuses. However, gangs do not fight life and death every day, so many low-level gangsters are working in gangs at the same time. , while still having to go out and do odd jobs to maintain basic necessities of life.

But this has nothing to do with the gang bosses in front of me.

Maybe some of them also grew up from the bottom, but when they are vested interests, whether it is for themselves or for the gang, they will not look back and take care of those bottom members.

What is certain is that the gang's profits are not low.

Otherwise there wouldn’t be so many people flocking here.

As boss-level members, these people can basically guess the income of the Masked Gang.

Therefore, when they heard Hong Fei's words, the light in a group of people's eyes became more intense, and even some people's breathing became heavier.

Many people turned their attention to Sionis, but saw that the "Black Mask" who had gained fame before was standing next to Hong Fei obediently without saying a word, with no anger visible on his expression or eyes.

Of course Sionis was very reluctant to part with him, but compared to money, which had long been unimportant to him, being able to suffer less pain was obviously more important.

Now he feels uncomfortable whenever he sees anything long and thin.

"After talking about your interests, let's talk about mine."

Hong Fei's words instantly attracted everyone's attention.

These people suddenly came to their senses: no one would do a loss-making business. Since Hong Fei was willing to hand over 80%, he would naturally have corresponding needs.

Facing the different looks in everyone's eyes, Hong Fei always had a smile on his face.

He said: "First of all, incorporation is incorporation, which means that you have to obey my rules and do things in the future."

No one responded, some even nodded.

If we don't want them to do as they are told, then what's the point of integrating them?

However, how and how much is listened needs to be considered.

These people's minds are constantly changing, and Hong Fei is not in a hurry. He only needs to determine the overall situation first, and there will be plenty of time for other details, and he will never be delayed.

Gu Ying</span> "The second and final request. This year is already halfway through, and I don’t want any of the income in the second half of the year. But starting from next year, each of you will need to hand over 5% of the power in your hands every quarter. net income."

As soon as this statement came out, some people were happy, some were relieved, and some were not happy.

Hong Fei was too lazy to elaborate with them, so he said directly: "Now, the total annual revenue of all gangs in New York is about 63 billion. To be honest, this number is too small!"

Although Hong Fei had never done anything with the gang before, Jin Bin, who was killed by him, was able to produce tens of billions of dollars a year in New York.

"So I say, you are all wasting your potential now. The next six months will be our running-in period. I will adjust everyone's business direction and prepare for the coming year. I can also tell you straightforwardly that next year, this number will be at least Double it. If you can’t do it, I’ll make up for whatever is missing.”

"In addition, everyone will become their own people, so the resource consumption of internal fighting will be greatly reduced, which means that the final net profit will also increase. The income of all gang members in New York, including you, will also increase accordingly. growth.”

"A gang is, after all, a business. Doing business naturally requires planning, goals, and ideals."

"What I just said is just next year. The year after, the year after, five years! Ten years! When there is only one voice in New York, black and white, I think everyone here will no longer be short of money. Who will you become? Are you still a gangster? Or someone wants to be a politician?"

Having said this, Hong Fei glanced around and found that some people were really moved.

But he shook his head firmly and retorted directly.

"No, I don't think so!"

"On that day, you will be the real masters of New York!"

The impassioned words echoed in the room, shocking and infiltrating everyone's hearts like morning bells and evening drums.

In the next room, Gabriel and others waited quietly.

Naturally, they heard Hong Fei's voice and were affected to some extent.

Gabriel turned her head and saw the somewhat excited Blood Sports. She couldn't help but chuckle and said, "To be honest, what the boss said made me tempted."

The witch is not human and has no need for money or fame, so she is least affected.

Hearing Gabriel's words, she squinted and said, "Is heaven short of money?"

"Of course there is no shortage of money in heaven, but what is most lacking there is the vision and expectation for the future."

The witch's eyes moved slightly: "You are such a good believer, Archangel."

Gabriel did not argue with her at this time, but continued to smile and said: "You won't understand. In a place like that, what fills everyone's heart is faith, but faith is not the instinct of life."

"You think God took away your instincts?"

"Of course not. Faith only suppresses instinct. As long as the suppression is released, instinct will immediately take over. Just like me now, I have unprecedented freedom, and then I begin to desire to do things I have never thought of before."

"What do you want to do?"

"There is no specific goal. But I think it should be to gain a continuous sense of accomplishment."

The witch nodded slightly when she heard this: "Then you are the same as me."

Gabriel's smile suddenly faded: "I'm different from you, I'm an angel."

"Oh, the abandoned angel."

"I'm grateful that he finally gave up on me."

When the two communicated.

Outside, Hong Fei had to bang the table to wake up the people in front of him.

The words just now seemed to have a bit more staying power.

"Okay, it's getting late, there's no need to delay anymore, let me tell you one last thing."

"First, there are five districts in New York. I will send six people, five of whom will be responsible for all the gangs in a district, and the other will coordinate on my behalf. The heads of each district will go back to interview you tomorrow."

"I know there may be people behind you, but they didn't come today, so they are no longer important. You can pull them together, or you can just kick them out and make your own decisions. My people will assist you throughout the process."

"The power after integration will definitely be greater than a piece of loose sand. Just ending the internal fighting will save an unknown amount of time and energy. I know that there may still be some grudges and hatreds among everyone here, but again, everyone comes out to do things. It's just to make money. If you can't let go of your hatred, you can find my agent, and he will make the decision for you. If he can mediate, and if he can't, I will also give you a way to clean up your hatred. After today, I don't want to If you see someone fighting among themselves in private, once you find out, you can only let him go to reclaim the sea."

"I'm done. Who has any questions?"

No one spoke.

Even if there is a problem, they will not say it now.

After a while, Hong Fei stood up and left, and the group of people gradually dispersed.

When silence returned to the entire mansion, Siannis, who was watching the whole process, took the initiative and said: "Boss, I'm afraid they won't be so obedient when they go back."

"Yeah, but that's not important." Hong Fei looked at Bain: "From now on, you will control all the underground forces in New York."

Bain is Hong Fei's designated agent.

Hearing this, Bain nodded directly in agreement.

"Don't listen to what they say, just how they do things. Arthur will monitor all their next actions, Bain, you have to pay attention."

"Ah."

"There are many big gangs in New York, and there are even more small gangs as numerous as stars. The ones here tonight are basically big gangs. The most important thing for this kind of force is people. Keep those who are obedient, and those who are disobedient will be killed directly and replaced. The method is that simple. As for how to minimize the chaos, you don’t need me to teach you?”

Bain nodded again, with no trace of embarrassment on his face. This matter was indeed a piece of cake for him.

"Three months later, I don't want to hear those messy gang names in New York. Can you do that?"

Bain thought for a moment, then looked at the other people around him, nodded immediately, and said in a muffled voice: "Okay!"

"Well, if you can do it, I will give you the extraordinary ability that will have absolutely no side effects, allowing you to permanently remove the tube on your back and the mask on your head. Don't worry, I will definitely be able to hang Batman up for you. The kind of fight."

Hearing this, Bain's always calm eyes suddenly burst into a myriad of expressions.