Born without an anus,

　　he was utterly disdainful!

　　David the Friend, however, was overjoyed: “There’s hope! There’s hope! There’s hope!”

　　“Prince Bin didn’t reject me outright. The territory of the Twelve Streets of Yau Ma Tei, there’s a real chance I, David the Friend, can get a piece of it!”

　　“Boss! Boss! Boss!”

　　“I’ve got a shot at being the next boss!” David the Friend laughed wildly inside, the corners of his mouth unconsciously lifting. If his earlobe hadn’t reminded him, he would have forgotten to rein it in.

　　After David the Friend composed himself, he solemnly named a figure: “Two and a half million a month. How about it?”

　　“Brother Ben, this is a solid number. The territory you fought for, hand it over to me, and you’ll make money lying down—more comfortable than the Governor of Hong Kong. If you agree, I’ll take over every territory you get in the future.” At this moment, he hoped Prince Bin would conquer all of Hong Kong and Kowloon.

　　But when Robert Bolton heard the word “territory,” his face showed a flash of temptation, then he hesitated: “If I just focus on taking the money, my brothers under me probably won’t be happy.”

　　“I get it!” David the Friend acted as if everything was under control: “I have two streets under me, pick whichever one you want, and it’s yours. We’ll trade territory!”

　　“Deal?” David the Friend grunted twice, leaned back, and tapped his fingers on the table.

　　Robert Bolton hesitated, hesitated again, and finally nodded slowly: “Deal.”

　　“Which street do you want to give me?” Robert Bolton asked.

　　David the Friend waved his hand grandly: “Fa Yuen Street! How about it? That street has the most people!”

　　Fa Yuen Street is the future Sneaker Street, the whole street is just shops—a lousy street with not a single bar, gambling den, horse racing stall, or dance hall!

　　A crappy street!

　　A small street!

　　Robert Bolton said, “I want the other one, Tung Choi Street.”

　　“No way! Only Fa Yuen Street!” David the Friend gritted his teeth. “Take it or leave it, or we’ll just settle in cash.”

　　Robert Bolton said with a disappointed look, “Fine, Fa Yuen Street then.”

　　“Next time you want to let go of Tung Choi Street, remember to tell me. I still prefer Tung Choi Street a bit more.” He reminded again.

　　David the Friend quickly pretended to agree: “Sure, if there’s a chance I’ll come to you first, Brother Ben, let’s toast again, no more tea!”

　　“Uncle Jack!”

　　“Bring the wine!” David the Friend shouted, glancing sideways, too guilty to meet Prince Bin’s eyes, but cursing in his heart: “Tung Choi Street still has three mahjong parlors making money, over a hundred thousand a month, way better than your barren Fa Yuen Street. Waiting for my Tung Choi Street? Go to hell, you loser!”

　　The only profitable gang business on Fa Yuen Street is a single candle and joss paper shop. Since you like territory so much, I’ll just give you that joss paper shop, hahaha.

　　Uncle Jack soon brought out the hot dishes...

Chapter 015: The Value of Fa Yuen Street

　　At the Gutsy Restaurant, three tables were set, all with East Star Grouper, braised goose, fine wine, and good food.

　　David the Friend was afraid Robert Bolton would come to his senses and regret it, so he hurriedly stuffed Robert Bolton’s mouth with dish after dish, glass after glass.

　　“Brother Ben, this one’s for you.”

　　“Let’s get rich together from now on!”

　　“Brother Ben, another toast to you.”

　　“From now on, your territory won’t just be Yau Ma Tei. You’ve broken out of Yau Ma Tei, and in all of Yee Hoi, your turf is the biggest. Impressive! Really impressive!” David the Friend toasted one glass after another.

　　But inside, he was secretly delighted.

　　Robert Bolton drank and nodded repeatedly, thanking him: “I like territory the most.”

　　“Thank you, Brother David.”

　　“No need…”

　　“No need…” David the Friend waved his hands repeatedly. The underlings at the two tables saw the bosses chatting happily, so they knew everything was fine and started eating too.

　　“Idiot!”

　　Lunch ended.

　　Robert Bolton got into the car with David the Friend personally seeing him off, rolled down the window to say goodbye to David the Friend, but inside he was cursing: “What a cute idiot!”

　　The Yau Ma Tei convoy left. David the Friend put away his expression, turned around, and finally couldn’t hold back his smile. He happily pulled out a wad of cash to settle the bill with Uncle Jack.

　　Uncle Jack took the money with a grin: “Brother David, made a fortune?”

　　“No, just fleeced a fat sheep.” David the Friend waved his hand, not wanting to say more to Uncle Jack. Uncle Jack didn’t press, and after seeing David the Friend off, weighed the money and said, “I think you’re the real fat sheep.”

　　David the Friend’s underling Big Mike followed the boss to Yau Ma Tei.

　　“Boss, why did you give Fa Yuen Street to Prince Bin? We only have two streets under us!” he said.

　　But David the Friend was smug: “Those two streets of ours are worthless. Prince Bin is willing to trade all of Yau Ma Tei for them—we’ve hit the jackpot.”

　　“To be honest, only Tung Choi Street brings in any money. Fa Yuen Street is worthless! As gangsters, we have to use our brains, can’t be like Prince Bin, only knowing how to fight.”

　　David the Friend tapped his head with his finger, lecturing his little brother: “Use your brain!”

　　“Know what it means to use your brain!” He sneered again, “People laugh at Fa Yuen Street, it’s full of shops, but you can’t make a cent.”

　　“Still think the underworld is like the 70s? Collecting protection fees, the more turf the more prestige? Tsk, now it’s all about money. No matter how much territory you have, only businesses that make money matter. Otherwise, why would I sell powder? How do you think you all buy houses and cars!”