This is the biggest news in Vancouver in the last two days.
In this way, I "handed over" Xiao Ruan to the police. Although I only handed over a corpse, it was enough for Doug to explain himself to the outside world. Moreover, Doug probably understood that I was unlikely to hand over a living Xiao Ruan to him, after all, Xiao Ruan knew too many secrets about me. Giving him a corpse was enough for him to use to build up his political achievements.
As for Dai Nguyen, there are reports that he has fled to Vietnam. Canadian police will contact Interpol to carry out the operation to capture Dai Nguyen, which will likely take a very, very long time.
As for Bill, the guy who openly humiliated me at the meeting, he's quite resourceful. That very night, he learned through special channels that Da Nguyen was dead at my hands. This white man, though arrogant, isn't an idiot. Think about it: the Vietnamese opposed me, and regardless of the methods I used, the reality is that the once powerful Vietnamese clique was completely eradicated in Vancouver! That's reality!
That evening, Bill used some special channels to have someone deliver a message to me, this time he softened his stance and asked to talk to me.
I know this guy's scared. His influence isn't that great; in white circles, without Norton's protection, and without the Hells Angels, the white gangs in Vancouver are just a pile of trash.
I considered his private admission of weakness for a second, and then had the middleman relay the message back to him.
This lovely Bill, I gave him two choices.
First, I specified a place. According to our Chinese custom, we would hold a tea ceremony, and he would personally serve tea to my fifth brother to apologize.
Of course. If his white pride prevents him from doing so, I'll give him two days. Within two days, he and his men must leave Vancouver. Otherwise…
"I've killed a hundred people, I wouldn't mind killing a hundred and one more."
These are my exact words to the middleman who relayed the message.
After weighing the strengths of both sides, Bill wisely chose to withdraw. It didn't take him two days; he only took one day to leave Vancouver with his entire group.
If Bill were such a flexible and adaptable guy, then I would think he's somewhat of a character, and perhaps I would even feel a bit wary of him in the future. But unfortunately, his intelligence doesn't seem to be enough for him to oppose me.
After leaving Vancouver, this guy actually went to Toronto to see Mr. Thorin. I don't know what he said to Thorin, but I imagine it was nothing more than some divisive talk about how I was cracking down on white people in Vancouver.
turn out……
Two days later, I received a package containing a pair of bloody ears!
I immediately received a call from Sorin. On the phone, this top figure in Canada said to me softly, "You're excellent. I'm very satisfied with you. Eighth Master is my friend, and now you can be my friend too. Our previous obstacle was the Vietnamese, but now that obstacle is gone, I think our business should be able to continue." After hanging up, I chuckled coldly a few times.
Old fox.
Sorin, that guy, initially agreed to a business deal with us, but then the Vietnamese interfered and caught us completely off guard. That old man actually went back on his word! Do you remember when I asked to see Sorin in Toronto and was refused?
snort……
This guy doesn't want to put in any effort! He just wants to wait until we fight the Vietnamese to the very end, and then sit back and watch the show!
Now that the Vietnamese are finished, they have no choice but to come and cooperate with me! What do I have?
poison!
And then I did something that surprised all my subordinates!
"Starting today, stop all our drug dealing! Transfer all our supply channels to the Hells Angels!" I leaned back lazily in my chair. "They want drug deals, don't they? Give them to them, give them all of it!"
Even Fatty Fang thought my decision was a bit too risky.
"Xiao Wu, do you know what percentage of the Big Circle's income comes from drug trafficking every year?" Fatty squinted. "So many brothers need to eat! Back in Asia, we shed so much blood in the Golden Triangle every year, competing with others for the drug business, and now you're just going to give up here like that?"
“Brother Dahai!” I sighed. “Let me do the math for you. First, a portion of the drugs you get from Asia each year are sold in North America, and Vancouver is your main sales channel… I know this is your brothers’ livelihood, but don’t worry, I won’t ruin it for them! I’ll supply your drug supply to the Hells Angels! I’ve calculated it; the price in Asia is 50% lower than in South America, so the Hells Angels won’t refuse it. Besides, this year, most of the plantations in South America were destroyed by hurricanes, and it will take at least two years for them to recover! Those two years are enough time for you to establish a solid cooperative relationship with the Hells Angels…” In a year, you can capture the market with prices half a percent lower! However, I don't want to get involved in the drug trade anymore. I'll only transfer the distribution channels to Hell's Angels. From now on, you'll negotiate with them directly. This way… there's no Vancouver middleman… you know, even when we were middlemen, we still took a cut of the profits! Now that we're gone, you're supplying directly to Hell's Angels. That means you can make a huge profit on costs! If you can turn this into a price advantage, then even if the South American plantations recover in two years, they might not be able to compete with you! Just be careful of the underhanded tactics of those South American drug lords. But I think if they want to resort to violence, you won't be afraid, right?”
"Of course! We've never been afraid of fighting and killing!" The fat man smiled proudly, then lowered his head and thought for a while: "What you said makes sense, but this way, it's equivalent to you not interfering. Our interests won't be affected, but for you... it's like losing a huge chunk of profit for no reason!"
"Drugs are a hot potato!" I sighed. "To be honest, I've always felt that dealing in drugs is against my conscience! This money is too hot to handle! Before, I wasn't the boss, so I didn't have a say, but now that I'm in charge, I don't want to make this money."
The fat man waved his hand: "What you said makes sense, but we also have principles! You know that. Our motto is 'Chinese people don't poison Chinese people.' Our drugs are mainly sold to Southeast Asia and North America, as long as they don't flow back into China. Why do you care so much? These foreigners, why do you care if they're poisonous or not?"
"Brother, this isn't me being pretentious," I said firmly. "It's just a difference in our beliefs. Please don't say anything more."
"Fine! Anyway, it's your money. If you don't want it, I can't say anything."
The fat man was quite straightforward and didn't concern himself with these matters.
"Well, our deal with the Hells Angels was supposed to start last month, but it's been delayed until now because of the Vietnamese interference. I guess they're getting impatient. I think the deal will be done soon. Mr. Thorin will send people over soon, and then I'll transfer these deals directly to you. After that, I won't interfere with how you negotiate." I paused and smiled, "Don't think I'm without ulterior motives. Thorin is currently going through a legal process. He's set up a conglomerate, and the content of this deal is that we exchange drugs for shares in his conglomerate. Of course, it's only a small portion of the shares, and we have no say in his organization. But given the size of his company, I can still get a considerable amount of dividends from these shares every year. Although the dividends aren't much, they'll at least subsidize me every year, and it's not a bad deal." The fat man thought for a while and said seriously, "Although I can't agree to it right now, I think the big shots in Asia won't object. This way, you lose some profits, while we reduce some costs. It should be fine."
“Brother, I’ll say it again: even though we’re all in the underworld, to be honest, dealing in drugs is morally reprehensible! That money is too good to pass up.” I sighed. “From now on, I plan to focus my efforts on smuggling. Vancouver is a port city. Now that I control the underworld here, and control the smugglers at the port, in the future, the smuggling business here will be entirely under my control. Although smuggling is also illegal, the police crackdown is much less severe than on drugs!” I paused, then laughed. “What business in this world is the most profitable? It’s not drugs, it’s not arms! It’s monopoly! Any business, if you can monopolize it, you can make the most money! And now, what I’m going to do is monopolize! Vancouver is the largest port city on the west coast of Canada! All the smuggling trade on the entire west coast passes through here! Given the current situation, once I control this place… do you think I’ll still care about those drug profits?”
“Low risk, high profit…” The fat man clicked his tongue and sighed, “Damn it, young people like you are much smarter than us.”
The path has been found, and the setup has been completed, but the subsequent operations may not be as smooth as I imagined.
I can think of monopolies as the most profitable, but can't others think of that too? Monopolizing the smuggling industry isn't that simple.
Vancouver was originally a den of iniquity, with immigrant gangs from all over the world fighting each other. And those smugglers at sea were no pushovers either! Those guys at sea were half pirates and half smugglers, armed with guns and cannons! If I were to fight them purely by force, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to handle it.
Fortunately, I don't need to fight them head-on.
Once I control the land world... no matter how arrogant they are at sea, they'll eventually come ashore! Once I control the Vancouver gangs, with a single word, no one will dare do business with those maritime smugglers... then, I won't have to worry about them bowing down to me! Besides, I have my old friend Wick to mediate and smooth things over for me.
Without a sound, gang control in several Vancouver neighborhoods has changed hands. The traditional Vietnamese power has been divided up by me, the Chinese gang, and the Italians.
I didn't follow Eighth Master's approach, keeping my men in the auto repair shop... I understood long ago that the "paratrooper" model, while powerful, has significant flaws! Indeed. I can readily deploy an elite paratrooper squad, which is certainly formidable and could easily overwhelm these gangs in a fight... but paratroopers are, after all, someone else's armed force. Not my own!
We're relying too much on Asia, that's not good!
These guys under his command have been stuck in the auto repair shop for too long, with too few opportunities given by Master Ba. Very few get to go out and do actual work… Big Circle takes an elite soldier approach, and elite soldiers are certainly good. But training elite soldiers is too time-consuming and energy-intensive. The cost-effectiveness is too low! This is why Big Circle, despite having the most skilled gunmen and thugs, has never been able to grow into a major force!
The first thing I did after taking office was to select one hundred people from the auto repair shop and send them all out! The territory that Big Circle originally controlled, the territory taken over from the Vietnamese, and the new territory obtained in this re-division of Vancouver's underworld all needed manpower to manage!
This move undoubtedly thrilled his men! They had been cooped up for too long; who wouldn't want to go out, take control of their territory, and lead a bunch of underlings out to enjoy the limelight?
I think every gangster has this kind of dream and obsession. So, my principle is: if you have the ability, I'll give you a chance!
Taking advantage of the high morale of my men, I sent Xiluo out again, and he led his men to raid three gang territories in a row!
Those are the three gangsters I invited but who didn't attend Eighth Master's funeral and the meeting. I must establish my authority! I must use swift and decisive measures to subdue the other gangs! Here, might makes right! Only when you demonstrate sufficient strength will others respect you.
Of course, I won't do it blindly. If I make too much of a fuss and affect public order, I'm afraid I won't be able to get past Doug.
My methods are insidious... To deal with these three gangs, I had the police intervene, sending people to their territory every day to inspect and crack down on organized crime.
The tough guys in other organizations are arrested and dealt with first, and then my people are sent to clean up the mess!
Of the three gangs, two leaders ran away, and the other was a die-hard who fought with my men. He was caught and brought back. I ordered him to be stuffed into a sack, filled with stones, and thrown directly into the sea.
I gave the order in front of several other gang leaders. I had deliberately invited prominent figures from other gangs over for tea and a chat, including several leaders from the Hua Gang. Although I don't like playing mahjong, I forced myself to play a few rounds with them that day to show harmony and to win them over.
It's funny, at the beginning I kept losing money by constantly throwing away winnings, but halfway through the game, the boss who resisted me was caught, and I immediately ordered him to be put in a sack and thrown into the sea...
I ignored the expressions of the other big shots at the table, but as the game continued... I was divinely inspired, winning every hand, from a complete wipeout to a stunningly perfect hand, I was unstoppable...
The leaders all looked very grim...
Well, what they didn't know was that I had only carefully measured my luck in the later card game and then secretly put on the ring. However, behind my back, the description of "ruthless killer, eagle-eyed wolf" was deeply imprinted in their minds.
I'm very skilled at using the tactic of making an example of someone to warn others. Soon, there were no more voices opposing me in the Vancouver underworld… at least not publicly. I can't control what people say behind my back, nor can I control that. Because I understand that even if I were a saint, I couldn't make everyone truly submit to me. But as long as they publicly submit, don't cause me trouble, and obediently follow orders, I'll turn a blind eye.
There's even something quite interesting.
To cooperate with Doug... after all, he's my protector; he needs political achievements, and I can't refuse him. I can control the local Vancouver underworld, but I can't control some of the out-of-town robbers and thieves.
So I issued an order: "Anyone who dares to overstep their bounds without my permission is going against me!"
Three days later, a bank robbery occurred in downtown Vancouver. The robbers were three armed thugs who had traveled from out of town to commit the crimes. They were aware of the recent riots in Vancouver and probably thought the chaotic situation there would be an opportunity to make a quick buck.
They actually succeeded in robbing the money and managed to escape the police chase. However... the very next day after the police issued the arrest warrant...
Early in the morning, a car without license plates sped past the police station. As it passed the station, the car slowed down, then the door opened. Three people, all bound hand and foot and gagged, were thrown out, along with three bags. Before anyone could react, the car sped away.
When the police rushed out, they discovered that the three unfortunate men were the same robbers who had robbed the bank the day before! And the stolen money was all in the three bags beside them!
From then on, in the Vancouver underworld, the name "Fifth Master" was unparalleled in its prestige!
From that day on, in Vancouver, apart from the people around me who still call me "Brother Xiao Wu," other outsiders have ignored my age, but when they mention me, they all call me "Fifth Master of the Big Circle"!
On a day in early July, a company called "Huaxing" was established in a building in downtown Vancouver.
And it was from that day that I officially completed the consolidation of the Vancouver underworld! I established this so-called international trading company, which marked the beginning of my formal foray into the smuggling trade!
Through Wick's connections, I invited nine notorious smugglers currently operating on the West Coast to sit down and negotiate. I also invited eleven prominent figures from the Vancouver underworld.
Without much explanation, everyone agreed that I am now the undisputed number one figure in Vancouver's underworld! Even if the Hells Angels were to return to Vancouver, Mr. Thorin's power back then wouldn't be as great as mine now!
Moreover, my relationship with Mr. Thorin is currently in its honeymoon phase! No one would dare to provoke me at this crucial moment!
I started to get involved in the smuggling trade. From today onwards, without my approval, no gang or organization in all of Vancouver will dare to do business with smugglers at sea!
The final negotiations resulted in an agreement: we established a roundtable with my Huaxing Trading Company at its core. From that day forward, for all smuggling transactions entering the port of Vancouver, regardless of size, Huaxing, representing me, would collect a 5% fee! This was my "protection money."
According to my estimates, the maritime smuggling trade along the entire west coast of Canada amounts to at least two billion US dollars annually! If we include human smuggling, the figure reaches over three billion US dollars! Of that, the smuggling trade concentrated in Vancouver accounts for approximately two billion US dollars. My 5% cut means that Huaxing Company can effortlessly earn a full one hundred million US dollars in net profit each year!
One hundred million US dollars!
This number stunned everyone, including the fat man and Xiluo!
What they couldn't have imagined was that, despite all the fighting, smuggling, drug trafficking, murder, and arson they used to do, they could only earn a few million a year. Earning tens of millions was considered being a top-tier gangster!
One hundred million US dollars?
They've gone mad! They've all gone mad!
I know that if I take that hundred million, I probably won't have a good life! After all, I'm actually using all the underworld power in Vancouver to force the smugglers at sea to bow down to me!
So I readily gave up 30% of Huaxing's shares. I gave these 30% shares away for free to more than a dozen other gangs in Vancouver, and the distribution was made according to the size of each gang's power!
That's a net profit of thirty million US dollars every year!
After orchestrating this whole scheme, almost all the gangs are truly convinced of my abilities! Moreover, I think they'll become even more united around Huaxing Company! Because this company will bring them a direct income of thirty million US dollars every year!
"Unity." At an internal meeting of the gang regarding the distribution of profits, I sat in my chair, still looking languid, fiddling with my fingers, and said to everyone below, "Unite, and we'll make money! Before, those smugglers could haggle with us because we weren't united. They wouldn't do business with the Chinese, but with the Vietnamese; if not the Vietnamese, with the Indians; if not the Indians, with the Iranians… So they had choices, they could negotiate with us, they could bargain with us! But now, as long as we unite and speak to them with one voice… they must submit! Because we are in Vancouver, the largest port city on Canada's west coast! Unless those smugglers can rebuild a large port on the west coast with the permission of the Canadian government… but I think that's unlikely for the next few hundred years… unless one of the smugglers is elected President of Canada… haha…"
"Sigh, looking back now, we used to fight and kill for a little territory, and bleed and sweat for a little drugs. Damn it... we really wasted our lives, guarding such a big port city as Vancouver but not knowing how to make money here!" This was the sigh of Uncle He from the Chinese gang.
The name "Fifth Master of the Big Circle" was previously just a threat of violence, merely on everyone's lips... but now, driven by the allure of money, it has truly been deeply etched into the hearts of these arrogant gangster bosses!
I have the biggest fist, so they have no choice but to obey me! This is just the first step! And I can also lead them to make a lot of money... In this situation, if anyone still stands up against me... I'm afraid before I even have a chance to make a move, the others will just blast them to smithereens.
My name is Chen Yang, and I am twenty-five years old. Starting today, I have a new nickname: "Fifth Master".
Part Two: The Road to Success, Chapter Sixty-Nine: Happy Life
Under a clear blue sky, the sun shone unhindered onto the sea. The emerald green water, reflecting the golden sunlight, shimmered with a dazzling halo that seemed to create an illusion, as if one could see concentric rings of light before their eyes…
I held a genuine Havana cigar between my fingers, wearing a thin white casual shirt. This seemingly casually tailored shirt was something Jojo had ordered from Italy for thousands of dollars… I must say, you get what you pay for; this kind of shirt perfectly accentuates a person's physique and conceals any flaws. As for me, I'm naturally strong and muscular; without my clothes on, I'm as imposing as a leopard.
I remember when I put on this outfit, under Qiaoqiao's direction, I deliberately unbuttoned the top three buttons, intentionally or unintentionally revealing my strong chest muscles, along with my tanned skin under the sun and a couple of scars that were accidentally exposed on my bare skin.
I noticed a strange glint in Qiaoqiao's eyes.