Song Jianhao and the others were also curious why Yang Jian needed Brother Mao to deal with someone.
"Brother Jian, who are you going after? Let us handle it for you."
Biao Biao patted his chest. Ever since he followed Yang Jian and crippled Liu Ming, he had become a bit arrogant. What golden bodyguards? As long as the plan was right, they were all vulnerable.
"Brother Mao, how could I ask you to do the dirty work? I want to ask you to take down a mahjong parlor. Is that a problem?"
Yang Jian suddenly thought of Xu Zheng bullying his aunt's family and felt a knot in his heart if he didn't teach him a lesson.
Brother Mao then understood, "A mahjong parlor? Which one? I'm familiar with pretty much all the mahjong parlors in Chengguan."
"It's not in Chengguan, it's in Xinqiao. The owner is Xu Zheng, who calls himself the boss of Xinqiao. But he lacks the magnanimity of a boss. He bullied my aunt who runs a small business, took thousands of yuan worth of cigarettes and alcohol without paying. I had someone warn him today, and he quickly paid back a portion of the debt. But he still denies owing over three thousand yuan. I don't want to get my hands dirty for three thousand yuan, but this matter is quite annoying. I won't be satisfied without teaching him a lesson."
"Xu Zheng? I think San Pang mentioned this guy. Little Yang, taking down a mahjong parlor is no problem for us, but it requires time for planning and execution."
"It's fine, no matter how long it takes."
"Alright, I'll go and help you with the house building procedures now. I'll get the details about the mahjong parlor from San Pang."
Brother Mao left, and Song Jianhao didn't stay long either. After a brief chat, he also left.
Liang Liang called Song Jianmin over.
"Yang Jian, you suddenly turned off your phone a few days ago. I thought something had happened to you. There are rumors everywhere now. What's going on?"
As soon as Song Jianmin entered, he eagerly asked.
"It's nothing, it's all over now."
Yang Jian briefly explained what had happened during this period. He trusted Song Jianmin more than the Song brothers.
"It's good that you're okay. My brother called me yesterday and said he's preparing to set up the Emperor Company. What are your thoughts?"
As soon as Song Jianmin said this, all three of them laughed.
"Your brother just left here. We already know about his plan."
These two brothers were really amusing. Yang Jian recounted the situation again.
"It's great to have a place to place bets! I was wondering where to make money during this period. Brother Mao shouldn't dare to cheat you. This is reliable."
Upon hearing that there was a good place to place bets, Song Jianmin immediately got excited.
"I have fifty thousand in cash here, and another twenty thousand in my card. How much can you come up with?"
Yang Jian had given his family twenty thousand after returning home, so he didn't have much money on hand.
"I have one hundred thousand, but I need to lend my brother twenty thousand to pay for Sixi's medical expenses, so I'll have eighty thousand. A total of one hundred and fifty thousand should be enough."
"Alright, one hundred and fifty thousand it is. You take this fifty thousand first. I'll transfer twenty thousand to you at the bank later."
"Give it to me? Aren't you going into the game?" Song Jianmin was a bit confused. Yang Jian was taking over the operation, so how could he place bets if he wasn't going?
"I'm not going. Biao Biao and Liang Liang will be in charge of placing bets this time. If you have time, you can join them. Brother Mao will arrange everything. Also, I plan to split the profits from this betting operation equally among the four of us. Do you think that's acceptable?"
When Yang Jian said this, Song Jianmin was stunned, clearly not understanding.
Biao Biao quickly waved his hands, "No, no, Brother Jian. We two are just your employees. If we make money, just give us more wages. We wouldn't dare to share the profits with you."
Liang Liang also nodded repeatedly, unwilling to share the profits.
"Biao Biao, Liang Liang, listen to me. From the moment you two were willing to deal with Liu Ming with me, I've considered you as my brothers. We share hardships and earn money together. So, whenever there's a profitable opportunity, I'll bring you along. Don't refuse, otherwise, we can't be brothers."
"Okay, I agree too."
Song Jianmin was not short-sighted. At this time, he naturally wouldn't dampen Yang Jian's spirits.
Biao Biao was almost moved to tears, "Brother Jian, thank you. From today onwards, you are my real brother."
Liang Liang wiped his eyes with a tissue, "Brother Jian, I won't say any thank yous. Just watch my actions in the future."
Yang Jian, however, refused their emotional display, "Don't rush. Sharing profits has conditions. You must obey."
"Tell us, we'll listen to you. No questions asked."
"Good. From the first day of placing bets, you will still only receive a salary of one hundred yuan per day. The profit-sharing money will be settled at the end, or settled monthly. And the settled money will not be given to you. First, we will use this money to help you quit drugs. I, Yang Jian, don't need drug addicts as brothers."
Liang Liang immediately raised his hand, "Brother Jian, I can do it. I can quit my crystal meth addiction without spending money."
Yang Jian believed this. After three months in the casino, he had learned a lot about drugs. Quitting crystal meth wasn't very difficult. As long as one had willpower, avoided entertainment venues, and didn't associate with crystal meth users or dealers, enduring a few days would be enough to quit. However, those few days would be extremely difficult, and not everyone could persevere.
Biao Biao clearly lacked such confidence. Addiction to methamphetamine couldn't be overcome by willpower alone. It required a comprehensive treatment involving medication and psychological counseling, and staying in a professional rehabilitation hospital for several months, which incurred significant financial and time costs.
"Brother Jian, I know you mean well, but I can't quit immediately. How about I gradually reduce my dosage starting now, and go to a rehabilitation hospital after I make some money?"
"It's possible. Let's set a limit of one month. No matter how much money we earn, we'll first pay for your treatment. Jianmin, do you have any objections?"
"No objections. Actually, I also hate his drug use. I've lost count of how much money he's taken from me over the past two years to buy methamphetamine, and he's never paid me back. It's good that he quits; he won't bother me anymore. I'll help him with the symptoms, and you treat the root cause. That's great."
Song Jianmin's words made everyone laugh.
Biao Biao, however, laughed with tears. He had been a drug addict for four years and had seen too much of the world's indifference. Even his family and relatives paid little attention to him, as long as he sent money back each month. As for what he did outside or whether he was in danger, no one ever asked.
Today, Yang Jian and Song Jianmin, outsiders with no blood relation to him, cared for and helped him so much, willing to give up their own interests to pay for his expensive rehabilitation and force him onto a normal path in life.
This bond was closer than that of blood brothers, a debt of gratitude greater than rebirth. He would never betray them.
"Then it's settled. I'll communicate with Brother Mao again tonight to confirm the time for entering the venue. You can enter the venue at any time, and Jianmin will arrange the specific division of labor."
Yang Jian was also very happy. He could make money without showing his face, and his father wouldn't know. Once he accumulated a certain amount of funds, he could go to Hancheng. Whether he took on engineering projects or continued to mingle in the casinos, he would have a plan.