Chapter 103 Revealing the truth "Mr. Jin, please give us a way to survive! We can't leave Skid Row! We have finally settled down here and have a stable life. If we leave here, we will definitely be homeless again on the streets." Jon immediately began to play the victim. The other European guys also started to play the victim and use moral blackmail, "Yes, the streets don't belong to one person, they belong to everyone! You can't persecute others just for your own selfish desires! This is immoral! You are illegally carrying a gun, but we can report you!" "Shoot if you dare! I want to see if you still want to live peacefully on the streets! The police may not care if one person dies, but with so many people dead! There is absolutely no way the police will just sit there and do nothing!" "Mad dog! Don't move, just kneel there and let him shoot you!!" It seems that some people are born with tough bones. They remain silent at the beginning and their interests are not touched. Until their bottom line is triggered, they turn into Red Wen Boy and start roaring. Others also started to make a fuss and smashed the bottles in their hands to protest. Sig and others were also surprised how they suddenly became so tough. The Mohawk-haired guy got angry instantly. He turned around and yelled, "Can you guys shut up? Do you think I'm an iron man? It's me who's being pointed at by the gun, not you. Don't shoot! Don't shoot!!" "I can see that you are a coward. There is no way they would let us go! They have come to our doorstep, do you think compensation is enough? We might as well fight them! There are so many of us, do they really dare to shoot and kill people?" Brother Hong Wen continued to roar, feeling indignant. "Are you mentally ill? What if they really dare? Do you have no brains? If you have the guts, come here and kneel down and try!" The Mohawk-haired man cursed, "Fuck you, do you want to eat oil cakes?"
Standing and talking doesn't hurt your back, right? They themselves were the first to start fighting among themselves. "Where is this guy from?" Zhang Ailun looked at the red-hot boy whose skin color didn't match the other boys. I was wondering why he was so brave, it turned out that he had smoked too many leaves! He couldn't tell the difference between the big and small kings. "I'm American!!" "He's a Turk!" The Mohawk-haired man was driven to despair and exposed his clumsy lies. "You are worthy of being an American? What can you do here? Wash dishes? Dig foundations? Or go to the hospital to be a guinea pig for drug testing? If I hadn't brought you back out of kindness, given you food to eat, a bed to sleep in, and even money to hire drug addicts on the street to serve you, you would have died on the street long ago! You Turks are so ungrateful!" "Fxxkyou! You racist asshole!!" The two people started fighting directly. "Alright! Stop fighting!" Zhang Ailun was a little confused about their train of thought. Just talk about the matter. What do you mean by fighting each other? Do you think I won't ask for compensation? No! I will only ask for more. "This is a matter between the two of us! Don't interfere!" The Hongwen boy cursed. "Dude, it looks like you've had a good life for a long time." Zhang Ailun was also annoyed by his mindless biting style. He pushed aside the two beautiful East Wu girls beside him and walked over directly. A big slap slapped him in the face, and he was stunned with a snap. "You want to provoke me? Very good! Then I'll help you! I'll pack you up and send you back to romantic Türkiye right away! Then I'll cut you into pieces and transfer you to Paris." Zhang Ailun rolled up his sleeves, grabbed him by the collar, and hit him twice. His nose bled profusely, and he rolled his eyes and became quiet on the spot. Then he looked at the trembling, bruised and battered Mohawk man next to him, "You beat up my people and smashed my car, and you think you're right! Follow the rules of the street. I didn't open the box for your organs, but chopping off your hands and feet is enough! How dare you ask me to forgive you?" "We didn't mean it." The Mohawk-haired man admitted. "We did it on purpose. What can you do about it? Why are you pretending?" The stubborn boy Hong Wen has been stubborn all his life. "Fuck you idiot." Zhang Ailun spoke beautiful Chinese traditional culture and kicked him in the face, knocking him unconscious. "This guy must be mentally ill." Xige and the others were speechless. Why are you so stubborn? You should be more of a mad dog.
"Mr. Jin, we have something to discuss! There's no need to bother with a lunatic who's high on drugs." Jon was sweating profusely, fearing that he would completely enrage the other party and lead them to a fight to the death, so he shot everyone present. In order to calm the situation, he decided to follow the example of the Qing Dynasty and cede territory and pay compensation. He immediately trotted back to the sewer where he lived. Although it was called a sewer, it was actually a different world inside, more like an underground fortress. He took out a paper bag from it, which was full of tied banknotes, many of which were dyed red. "This is the money we made recently. It's all centrally managed. When someone uses it, it will be recorded in the account. The total amount is $4680, all here! In addition, you can also choose a street you like on our territory! I guarantee it will be a high-quality neighborhood!" The faces of the others also turned unhappy, because that was the hard-earned money they had worked so hard to earn! What's more important is that even the land has to be ceded! This is simply a shame! "so much?" Zhang Ailun was somewhat surprised at their money-making efficiency. He took the bag and grabbed a handful of rolled bills, which felt really good. He put it back and threw it to Sig behind him. "Not enough!!" he said lightly. Jon's face darkened. "Mr. Jin, we have already taken out all our savings. Please don't bully us! We have already ceded land, paid compensation and admitted our mistakes. What else do you want us to do? We are not unrelated to other gangs!" "Are your ears not working well? I want you to get out of the Fifth Street District. I want both the land and the money!" Zhang Ailun looked around and found that he had aroused public anger. His emotions became unstable. If he continued like this, he would probably drive people crazy. Then he said, "Actually, I am not deliberately bullying or targeting all of you. I also understand that it is not easy for you. After all, you are all homeless people who just want to make a living. But there is nothing you can do. Who can blame you for having a boss who does nothing and some pests who always like to make trouble? Your reputation on the streets is ruined! If I let you go today and let you continue to live here, your boss will definitely hire gunmen to assassinate me someday!" "I promise I won't!" Jon hastily assured. "Your promise is useless." Zhang Ailun ignored him and said to the others, "Do you really want to continue living here? Or even continue to pick up cans in the old place? Very good, the rules are simple. The territory is ours, and you just need to abide by my rules. Each of you list one piece of evidence of your boss's crime and send them all to jail! Only then can I rest assured!" “Xige, explain to them the rules of our team.” Zhang Ailun turned around and sat on the sofa. The two Eastern Ukrainian models beside him also massaged him very considerately and opened a bottle of beer. "Our rules are..." Sig coughed lightly and explained them to everyone in a concise manner. Actually, it's nothing, it's just that the welfare of the Beggars' Sect is good, the salary is high, the commission is low, and when you encounter trouble, the chief will help you to deal with it. Just like this time. It's just unfortunate that you stood on the opposite side of the Beggars' Sect and became cannon fodder. But as long as you make the right choice, next time you will be the ones standing here watching others kneel on the ground. Everyone was amazed after hearing this. "What? Only 20% of the dividends? Are you sure you're not kidding?" "Jon charges us 60%!! It also includes extra food expenses, taxes, shopping taxes, and money needs to be centrally managed." "And the other valuable items have not been distributed as dividends yet!" Everyone started discussing the matter at hand. Jon broke out in a cold sweat, and instantly realized that these guys were trying to expose his past! ! He looked at Zhang Ailun with hatred. Are you a human being? You only take 20%? You are doing charity! Doesn't it cost money to support a young model? Doesn't it cost money to buy real estate and qualifications for yourself? As a boss, you can't stay in this broken place like a sewer for the rest of your life! ! If I don’t take more, how can I get ahead? (End of this chapter)