“The guests all know the place is now under the protection of Taizi Bin, so everyone’s going wild. Should we go to David the Friend to get some goods?”

　　David the Friend is a red pole big boss in Yihai who specializes in flour, and is also one of the infamous and intimidating “Ten Heroes of Yihai” in the underworld.

　　But Robert Bolton shook his head and politely declined, “Don’t get any goods for now. David the Friend’s quality isn’t good. Tell the manager that things are tense lately, and for now, the club only sells alcohol.”

　　He didn’t dare to be too absolute with his words, afraid of exposing his intentions, so he turned to Lawyer Clark and said, “Clark, I want to do some legitimate business lately.”

　　“Brother Ben, just tell me what business you want to do. Registering a company, paperwork, legal issues—leave it all to me.” Lawyer Clark patted his chest, gold-rimmed glasses perched on his nose, completely obedient to the boss.

　　“I want to register a film company, shoot some movies, but I might not have enough money on hand.” Robert Bolton said frankly, “I’m afraid to use the syndicate’s money, in case I can’t untangle things with them later.”

　　“If the boss needs money, I won’t say a word.” Lawyer Clark jumped in, then pulled out a Standard Chartered bank card from his pocket. “A bit over two hundred thousand, not much.”

　　“It’s all from recent cases, clean money, not a cent related to the syndicate. Brother Ben, take it and use it.”

　　Edward Carter didn’t mention how much Brother Ben had spent supporting his studies in the past, nor did he say a word about “repaying.” Because he knew, the brotherhood between them could never be fully repaid.

　　Big Howard was also very generous, taking off a big gold Rolex from his wrist and casually placing it on the table, laughing, “Making adult films is a good business, haha. Brother Ben, but sorry, I usually spend a lot, haven’t saved much, this is the most valuable thing I have on me.”

　　Robert Bolton picked up the solid gold Rolex from the table and put it in his pocket without hesitation. This is something people in the underworld carry for protection—even secondhand, it’s worth hundreds of thousands. He just said, “I’ll give you an even better one in the future.”

　　“Haha, thanks, Brother Ben.” Big Howard pulled two hot girls into his arms and laughed.

　　Immediately, Big Howard and Edward Carter both looked at Ethan Foster from Dongguan. Ethan Foster from Dongguan, holding a microphone, said, “Brother Ben, I’ll put in a million!”

　　Edward Carter instantly grinned, “Little Ethan, you’ve been taking a lot of side jobs, huh.”

　　“Being a gunman pays well.”

　　That million Hong Kong dollars was probably all Ethan Foster from Dongguan had.

　　Robert Bolton stood up, raised his glass, and said, “Little Ethan, I toast to you.”

　　“Hehehe.” Ethan Foster from Dongguan showed a satisfied smile. As long as the boss found it useful, the money wasn’t wasted.

　　Each of the four brothers had a hot girl between them, and next to each hot girl was another hot girl. If you go to the bank to borrow over a million, it’s hard, but with brothers, all it takes is a word! Tonight, Robert Bolton truly understood what it means to value loyalty over money.

　　In the early hours, the four brothers were dead drunk. The head of the Mong Kok club, who managed the place, brought dozens of underlings and drove the boss back to the tong lau apartment.

　　The next morning, Robert Bolton got up in bed, recalling last night’s events, and shivered inside: “Being a boss is too miserable!”

　　“Even drinking, you need dozens of people to escort you home, afraid of being ambushed!” He opened the door, walked along the corridor to the living room, and saw a young underling in a suit, with a buzz cut, dressed a bit like a waiter, sitting on the sofa, reading a manuscript with intense focus and total absorption.

Chapter 005: Hiring

　　“This kid’s got good eyes.” Robert Bolton clicked his tongue inwardly, walked to the dining table, picked up a glass, and poured himself some water.

　　“Gulp, gulp.” He drank a big mouthful, but the other party didn’t react at all.

　　That manuscript wasn’t anything else, but a few chapters of “Twin Dragons of the Tang Dynasty” that he’d copied from memory when he was bored.

　　He’d originally thought of selling the novel for money, but on second thought, writing novels for money was OK, but it’d only be tens of thousands at most—making big money was hard.

　　Don’t be fooled by the current boom of “Ming Pao,” “Oriental Daily,” and “Sing Tao Daily”—they’re raking it in, but just because others are making money doesn’t mean they’ll let you in.

　　Can you outwrite Cha Leung-yung in novels?

　　Trying to make some kind of betting agreement is even more ridiculous—there’s no such thing in the novel world. In an industry that relies on platform traffic, the platform is always the boss.

　　So, he just left the few copied chapters on the table. If he needed to raise money, it was better to just talk to his brothers.

　　“Wayne!” Robert Bolton stood at the dining table, holding his glass, and called out.

　　“Ah? Brother Ben!” Wayne jumped in shock, snapped back to reality, and looked up.

　　“You were the one who brought me home last night?” Robert Bolton waved his hand, signaling him not to be nervous, and walked over to the sofa. Wayne quickly stood up, put down the manuscript, and obediently said, “It was me, Brother Ben.”

　　“The brothers were worried something might happen to you, Brother Ben, so they called everyone from the club. They also sent a dozen guys to escort Brother Howard, Brother Clark, and Brother Ethan home.” Wayne had a red spider tattooed on his wrist, his most distinctive feature. As a small-time club leader, he had over fifty men under him. If last night’s karaoke hadn’t been at his place, Brother Ben probably wouldn’t even remember such a minor character.

　　At this moment, Robert Bolton walked over to the sofa, friendly and approachable, and asked, “So, how’s the novel? Is it good?”