thefictionvixens Chapter 97: Song Zhaowen, the Master of Zhengxing
Chapter 97: Song Zhaowen, the Master of Zhengxing
If Master Fu hadn't died, Song Zhaowen would definitely have been the leader five years later. The two had business dealings and got along well. He was also young. Master Fu had told Song Zhaowen more than once in secret that he didn't plan to run for the next term. Zhengxing needed to have new blood, and even if he didn't have the support of other uncles, he would definitely support Song Zhaowen in the next term.
But man proposes, God disposes. Master Fu was killed in the bombing. Rather than letting that old man, Big Guang, take the position of leader, he should take the initiative to fight for it.
"I support Brother Wen!"
The plane was the first to raise its voice, and the other brothers echoed it.
Despite his young age, Song Zhaowen is incredibly capable.
Zhengxing's territory hadn't expanded in over a decade, while Song Zhaowen, after only six months in office, had conquered Tsz Wan Shan and taken over Tin Shui Wai.
He was even more willing to share the money with his men.
Look at that plane. Before he joined Brother Wen, he was a rich man in the middle of the night and a poor man in the early morning.
In the past six months, I've been decked out in gold and silver, driving a BMW, wearing a gold Rolex, and always surrounded by voluptuous women. This is what it means to be a shrewd and successful person!
The other underlings also get paid every month; money brings dignity.
Look at Big Brother Guang, that old man is eating with his mouth full of grease, while his underlings are dirt poor. I heard that some of his henchmen have to borrow their clothes to get around. He's really disgraced the gang!
These words, though crude, express the sentiments of many working-class young men. In this world, who doesn't want prestige and wealth? The seniority-based system and the old-school rent-collecting mentality of Da Zhi Guang had long fueled resentment among many young people. Before, they had no choice, but now with Song Zhaowen as a new option—"capable of fighting and making money"—people naturally turned to him.
Not to mention that Song Zhaowen's men were 100% supportive, even the few traitors behind Da Zhi Guang were getting restless, and some were muttering under their breath.
Big Guang, with his pointed ears, trembled with rage, pointing at his rioting underlings below: "Rebellion! Rebellion! You bunch of unruly bastards!"
Li Tianyi's face was also terribly gloomy, and he whispered to Da Zhi Guang, "Brother Guang, stop wasting time talking to them, just vote, we have votes!"
In order to climb the ranks, Da Zhi Guang, unusually generous, secretly sent his men eighty to ninety thousand coins to each of his uncles yesterday.
Commonly known as buying tickets~
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Big Guang forcibly suppressed his anger and looked at Uncle Yuan and Uncle Xiang: "Uncle Yuan, Uncle Xiang! There's no point in arguing with them. Let's follow the rules and vote!"
Uncle Yuan and Uncle Xiang exchanged a glance and nodded. Uncle Yuan said, "Alright, since you and Wen have a disagreement, let's vote according to the gang's rules. All eligible uncles and leaders will each have one vote. Let's make it clear that the vote must be accepted after it's over; anyone who breaks the rules will be punished by the entire gang!"
Da Zhi Guang and Li Tianyi stared intently at each person who voted, trying to glean clues from their expressions. Song Zhaowen, on the other hand, remained calm, even closing his eyes as if to rest.
The votes were cast quickly, and Uncle Xiang announced the votes in front of everyone.
The voting started quickly and ended just as quickly.
As Uncle Xiang read out the votes, the faces of Da Zhi Guang and Li Tianyi gradually turned ashen.
"First vote: Song Zhaowen."
"Second vote, Song Zhaowen."
"Third vote, Song Zhaowen."
"Fourth vote, Song Zhaowen."
"Fifth vote, Song Zhaowen."
"Sixth vote, Song Zhaowen."
"Seventh vote, Song Zhaowen."
"Eighth vote, Big Guang."
"Ninth vote, Song Zhaowen."
"Tenth vote, Song Zhaowen."
"Eleventh vote, Li Tianyi."
"The twelfth vote goes to Song Zhaowen."
The vote counting is over.
Uncle Xiang took a deep breath; the situation was now settled.
"Song Zhaowen, ten votes!"
"Big Hiroshi, one vote!"
"Li Tianyi, one vote!"
Eight votes to four, Song Zhaowen's overwhelming victory!
This result surprised not only Da Zhi Guang and Li Tianyi, but also some of the originally neutral uncles and leaders.
The fact that Song Zhaowen received such a high number of votes means that, apart from Da Zhi Guang and Li Tianyi voting for themselves, all the other uncles chose Song Zhaowen!
The ancestral hall fell silent instantly, save for heavy breathing. This outcome was even more surprising than many had anticipated.
Song Zhaowen was not surprised by the result. Even the big-breasted Guangzhi knew to buy tickets, so how could he not?
Eighty thousand is something only the old man from Dazhiguang can afford. Song Zhaowen, on the other hand, offered five hundred thousand, five hundred thousand per person!
While he was messing with Yuan Qingnan last night, Xiao Zhuoxiao wasn't idle either, visiting each household with cash in hand.
Comparing money? With the Wenji Food Group, a money-printing machine, backing him up, how could Song Zhaowen possibly lose?
Da Zhiguang was stunned, as if struck by lightning. He sat blankly in his chair, his eyes vacant. He couldn't believe that after decades of hard work, he had lost so miserably! One vote? Apart from himself, no one voted for him. Even Li Tianyi, that good-for-nothing, was only a brother in name; he talked a good game but that bastard didn't vote for him.
I've lost face completely.
Uncle Yuan coughed lightly: "The results are in. Since everyone approves of Ah Wen, according to the rules of the gang, from today onwards, Song Zhaowen will take over the position of the leader of Zhengxing."
"Greetings, Master!"
This time, the shouts were deafening. Not only Song Zhaowen's loyal followers, but also many people who were originally neutral or even biased towards Da Zhi Guang were infected by the result and the atmosphere, and joined in the shouting.
The tide is gone.
Da Zhi Guang and Li Tianyi slumped into their chairs, as if all their strength had been drained.
Amidst the shouts of the crowd, Song Zhaowen walked step by step to the center of the ancestral hall, to the previously empty dragon head throne. He did not sit down immediately, but turned around to face the crowd.
His gaze swept over Da Zhi Guang and Li Tianyi, lingering for a moment. His gaze was calm, yet carried an invisible pressure that made the two involuntarily lower their heads, unable to meet his eyes.
Then, he looked at Uncle Yuan and Uncle Xiang and bowed slightly: "Thank you, Uncle Yuan, Uncle Xiang, and thank you all for your trust."
Uncle Yuan nodded, his eyes filled with expectation: "Awen, the gang is in your hands now. Do a good job."
Song Zhaowen took the dragon-headed staff, which symbolized the position of the head of the establishment, and raised it high.
"Since everyone has chosen me, I, Song Zhaowen, will definitely not let you down!"
"From today onwards, Zhengxing, I am in charge!"
"First, let's make sure Grandpa Fu's funeral is held in a grand and respectable manner; I'll cover all the expenses!"
"Secondly, all brothers, starting this month, your commission and profit sharing will increase by 30%, and death and injury compensation will be doubled!"
"Third, if the Yamaguchi-gumi is dissatisfied and comes looking for trouble, I'll handle it; as for any outside gangs that dare to touch our Zhengxing brothers, I, Song Zhaowen, will chase them to the ends of the earth and make them pay for their crimes in blood! In short, all gang members are my brothers, Song Zhaowen's brothers~"
"Fourth, the gang's business needs to be transformed and expanded. I want every member of the Zhengxing gang to be able to make money, have girls to play with, and drive a Mercedes."
To get your employees to work themselves to the bone and become bosses, you need to be good at telling stories and making grand promises. In Song Zhaowen's eyes, running a community organization is no different from running a business.
With each statement made, the cheers from below grew even louder!
After finishing his speech, Song Zhaowen slowly turned around and, under the watchful eyes of everyone, steadily sat on the dragon-headed chair that symbolized the highest power in Zhengxing.
The cheers in the ancestral hall reached their peak the moment he sat down!
"Master Wen!" "A novel about divine fists, a novel about the dragon head!" "A novel about a big shot!"
The sound was like a tidal wave, as if it would lift the roof off.