Dong Qingshan received guidance from Lin Wanrong yesterday and earned twenty taels of silver from him. Coupled with today's victory in battle, he solidified his position as the leader of the southern part of the city. Naturally, he felt overjoyed and, accompanied by his subordinates, prepared food and wine in the tavern, eagerly awaiting the arrival of the main leader.
As Lin Wanrong made his appearance in the tavern, Dong Qingshan and his subordinates stood up straight, respectfully calling out, "Leader—"
Clearly, this had been rehearsed in advance, and the uniform and disciplined voices made Lin Wanrong's eardrums ache. Observing the respectful expressions of his subordinates, Lin Wanrong couldn't help but wryly smile. It seemed that Dong Qingshan had firmly secured his position. If these fellows knew that their leader had become a servant in the Xiao family, Lin Wanrong wondered how they would mock him.
Dong Qingshan rented a large room on the second floor of the tavern, spending a considerable amount. Normally, in the world of the underworld, one didn't have to pay for meals if things were handled well. However, Dong Qingshan, still oblivious to this, and considering this place was under his jurisdiction, hesitated to let the owner waive the bill.
Lin Wanrong, observing Dong Qingshan's subordinates, wondered how the number of people had doubled in just a few hours since the fight. Were they all just idle drinkers?
Looking at these people, Lin Wanrong felt some concern for Dong Qingshan. It seemed that maintaining the purity of the organization was necessary. He now felt a bit like a godfather, guiding Dong Qingshan to grow stronger, and it was quite thrilling.
Lin Wanrong pulled Dong Qingshan aside and asked in a low voice, "Qingshan, what's going on? Why has the number of people increased so suddenly?"
Dong Qingshan's eyes sparkled as he said, "Boss, this afternoon we raided Li Ergou's lair and, obediently, found several hundred taels of silver. Some of these people used to work for Li Ergou, and others joined willingly after seeing us defeat Li Ergou. I thought we needed to expand our strength, so I accepted them all."
Furrowing his brow, Lin Wanrong said, "Qingshan, expanding our strength is good, but how can you ensure that they are loyal to you? Although your current power is not strong, your actions have surely attracted attention. How can you be sure there are no undercover agents sent by other bosses?"
Dong Qingshan, being young and inexperienced in the world of the underworld, had never thought about undercover agents. Upon hearing Lin Wanrong's words, he suddenly sobered up from the joy of victory, and cold sweat covered his body.
Knowing that Dong Qingshan was only sixteen years old, with much room for improvement, Lin Wanrong realized he had become the mentor. "Boss, what should I do?" Dong Qingshan looked at Lin Wanrong with hope.
He trusted this boss almost worshipfully, believing that with Lin Wanrong's strategies, methods, and ruthlessness, following him would lead to a better future.
"Handle—the—organization—" Lin Wanrong enunciated each word.
"The organization?" Dong Qingshan didn't understand this term.
In simpler terms, an organization similar to a gang. We need to establish a framework, and these people, who we trust, will be the elite members of our organization. For example, the brothers who fought alongside us against Li Ergou today are the backbone of our organization. Like a big tree, we need a main trunk before we can have branches and leaves. Choose respected brothers from among them, form different halls, let them each lead a hall, and gradually expand from there. Remember, quality is more important than quantity. We can't blindly develop; we must focus on cultivating the backbone. With these strong individuals, they can lead others effectively, and our organization will become stronger over time, making it difficult for our enemies to defeat us."
Lin Wanrong explained in one breath, taking a sip of tea and giving Dong Qingshan time to think.
Dong Qingshan let out a long sigh, his eyes showing determination. "Boss, I understand your intention. But these hall leaders must be chosen carefully. They may not be the most capable, but they must be absolutely loyal. Power must be in our hands."
Lin Wanrong cast an approving glance at Dong Qingshan. He had finally started to think.
Dipping his finger into the tea, Lin Wanrong drew the organizational structure of the gang on the table. His original idea was to flatten the organization as much as possible, with Dong Qingshan managing it vertically. However, considering the potential difficulties in coordination with many halls, he decided to start with three halls and expand later.
When Lin Wanrong and Dong Qingshan returned to the group of subordinates, Li Beidou was fervently discussing something with them. Seeing Lin Wanrong's return, he immediately grabbed him and said, "Boss, now that we have a gang, what should we call it?"
As everyone's gaze turned towards him, Lin Wanrong stood up and, after observing the people present, his gaze pierced through their minds.
Several guys sneakily lowered their heads. Even Dong Qingshan, who had been silent, noticed their unusual behavior, and a trace of coldness flashed in his eyes.
"Not bad, we are called a gang, but does anyone know why we are called a gang?" Lin Wanrong looked around, and everyone was focused on his words. It seemed that being the boss of a gang was quite majestic.
"Perhaps your family is poor, maybe you're an orphan, maybe you were a street performer. However, these things don't matter. As long as you dare to fight, dare to strive, and are loyal, the gang is everyone's strongest support. The gang is meant to unite all our brothers tightly, so that no one dares to bully us. And we, can freely bully others. Anyone who disrespects us, we'll beat him, we'll cut off his dignity, rob him of his money, rob his women, rob his *** ancestors for eighteen generations." Lin Wanrong's face wore a sinister smile, infecting everyone with his words.
"Rob his money, rob his women, rob his *** ancestors for eighteen generations." Fueled by alcohol, the brothers finally began to get excited. In just a few words from Lin Wanrong, these aspiring gangsters were completely committed.
"Boss, what should we call our gang?" Dong Qingshan asked.
"Let's call it Hong Xing—" Lin Wanrong enunciated each word, a strange expression on his face, as if he was struggling to suppress laughter.
In Dong Qingshan's eyes, he felt that the boss's expression was quite strange, as if he had stolen something and was proud of it.
After drinking a lot of alcohol, when Lin Wanrong reached the door of his home, he felt a fiery pain on his back. The wound from the fight in the afternoon was still swollen and hadn't been treated.
Upon entering the courtyard, he saw a figure sitting motionless in front of his door.
"Who?" Lin Wanrong shouted loudly. In Jinling City, he could count the people he knew on one
hand.
"Big Brother Lin, you're back." A crisp voice came with a hint of surprise.
Nearly eleven thousand words have been written in half a month. It should be enough for now. Please don't rush me. I need to carefully consider the writing. This is just the beginning, and the shameless servant is about to enter the family. The exciting parts are still ahead.