There were twenty arrondissements in Paris. The smaller the number, the closer it was to the most prosperous area in Paris. The ninth arrondissement was next to the eighteenth arrondissement, and behind it was the second arrondissement, which was full of big companies. It was also the border of the seventeenth arrondissement. There were more Chinese people in this arrondissement, so it was a good place for a medium-sized company like the Lung Hing Society to settle down.
The reason why they chose this arrondissement was that it was next to the seventeenth arrondissement, so they could take care of each other.
Accompanied by Zhuge Liuyun and Jiang Cheng, Mino walked around the building. She nodded slightly as she walked. She seemed to be very satisfied.
Jiang Cheng asked with a smile, "Mino, what do you think of this place?"
Mino smiled, "I think it's very good. Let's set up the headquarters of the Longxing Group here. What should we name it?"
Jiang Cheng thought for a while and suggested, "How about we call it Huaxing Group? I hope our country will become more and more powerful."
"Good, that's a good name. It has a profound meaning." Zhuge Liuyun immediately gave a thumbs up and nodded in agreement.
Mino also nodded, "Then it's decided. We will set up the Huaxing Group, Huaxing Hospital, and Huaxing Bank in Paris, France. Brother Zhuge, I'll leave this matter to you. I hope we can rent this place within a month. We also need to hire staff and facilities. We also need to choose the location of the Huaxing Bank. In addition, we also need to rent a warehouse in the suburbs of France to produce all kinds of high-tech products …"
Mino gave out a series of instructions as soon as she opened her mouth. Zhuge Liuyun nodded repeatedly and took out a notebook to carefully record the instructions.
After choosing the headquarters of the Huaxing Group, Jiang Cheng wanted to take Mino back to the hotel, but Mino refused again. She said that there were still many things that needed to be done. It was not the time to stay in the hotel!
Jiang Cheng admired Mino's enthusiasm for work from the bottom of his heart.
A few days later, Huaxing Bank and Huaxing Hospital were also established in the 9th district of Paris. In the 9th district where there were more Chinese, all the arrangements went smoothly.
Jiang Cheng, Jing Long, Johansson, Wang Jie, Zhuge Liuyun, and other members of the Lung Hing Society were sitting around a table on the second floor. There were eight pistols and two boxes of bullets on the table.
Jiang Cheng grabbed the pistol and took out a bullet from the box. With a light click, the bullet was loaded. He raised the gun and compared it to the flower pot next to him. He said, "Tagore's work is really fast. He actually sent the guns one or two days in advance. It seems that there is no problem, but we still need to test it."
Jing Long also grabbed a gun from the table and touched it reluctantly. He said with admiration, "The workmanship of these guns is quite exquisite. Brother Zhuge got them. They are really high-quality pistols from the Myanmar military. They can fire six shots at a time, which is enough to deal with the Martin Gang."
"Unless it's absolutely necessary, it's better for our brothers not to open fire. Although I'm organizing the police side, if something happens and we get targeted by the police, it's not a joke." Zhuge Liuyun looked at everyone and reminded them.
Johansson looked at the guns and nodded excitedly. "Brother Zhuge, we understand. We will definitely tell them to be more careful. But who are these guns for?"
The other members of the Lung Hing Society all showed a longing look. Their eyes were fixed on the guns on the table. Some of them even swallowed their saliva.
Jiang Cheng laughed, raised his hand and pointed at Johansson, saying, "Then we need to go through a selection process and give them to the brothers with the best marksmanship. According to Tagore, the effective killing distance of these guns is about 80 meters, so we need to set up a special team that specializes in using guns. In addition, I have sent him the same amount of raw materials as last time. Soon, he will get the second batch of guns, so we must seize the time to train and select."
"But Cheng Ge … Our brothers have no place to practice their guns! And we don't have enough bullets. "Wang Jie frowned and looked at Jiang Cheng with some doubts.
Regarding this point, Zhuge Liuyun smiled and said, "We have already considered this point when we were looking for a factory in the outskirts. Now, not only have we rented a factory in the outskirts, we have also rented a large, remote warehouse. We can use that place to train our shooting skills."
Jiang Cheng nodded. "As for the problem of the lack of bullets, there is no good way to solve it. But with the power range of these guns, we can use some imitation guns to practice. Moreover, many of the brothers of the Lung Hing Society have touched guns before. I believe they will be able to practice shooting soon."
Everyone nodded and agreed. They began to screen the members of the Lung Hing Society to practice shooting in the large warehouse in the suburbs.
About half a month later, they finally picked out 36 brothers and equipped them with the new guns they got from Chief Tagore, as well as 20 rounds of bullets for each of them. Even though they could get 48 pistols in the end, and only half of them had been delivered, the Dragonrise Association had already entered the gun society.
Jiang Cheng sat at the dining table in the Lung Hing Jeet Kune Do Hall, holding a map and looking at it attentively. He muttered to himself from time to time, but because his voice was too low, the people around him couldn't hear what he was saying.
"Cheng Ge, you have been looking at the map for so long. Do you have an idea? When are we going to take back Rhode Street from the Martin Gang? Jing Long frowned and looked at Jiang Cheng with some doubts.
Jiang Cheng looked up at him and curled his lips. "Why are you in such a hurry? Since you want to take action, you have to be careful. If you are so impatient, you should stay in the Jeet Kune Dojo for this operation. Don't go."
When Jing Long heard this, he immediately became anxious. He quickly waved his hand and said, "Cheng Ge, continue reading. I will definitely not disturb you. In addition, I have good news to tell you."
"Good news?" Jiang Cheng looked at Jing Long in confusion. "What good news can you tell me? Did you cause trouble outside again?"
Jing Long awkwardly touched his head as he shook it and said, "It's really good news this time. There's news from Huaxing Hospital that Zhao Hu has woken up. Although his consciousness is still a bit fuzzy, as long as he recuperates for a period of time, he will soon recover."
Jiang Cheng and the many brothers of the Lung Hing Society around him all showed joy. Jiang Cheng was the happiest one, but his current identity was different from before. He still maintained a calm and peaceful expression and said to the people around him, "I knew that Zhao Hu's body was so strong that nothing would happen to him. I was right!"
The others were also very happy and followed behind Jiang Cheng in agreement.
"Yes, Brother Chen, when Zhao Hu comes back, we can fight the Martin Gang together!"
"That's right. After my research on the Martin Gang, we don't have to rush to take back Rhodes Street. Even if we do, we will face a strong counterattack from the African Americans. When that time comes, it will be very difficult for us to fight alone." Jiang Cheng nodded and said, "Moreover, the Martin Gang's biggest opponent is the Red Gloves. We don't have to take the bullet for the Red Gloves."
After a pause, Jiang Cheng turned to Zhuge Liuyun and asked, "Brother Zhuge, I asked you to contact the leader of the Red Gloves. Is there any news? I want to meet that Belar. Our numbers and guns are a bargaining chip. If he wants us to join him and crush the Martin Gang, we have to first discuss the distribution of shares. "
Zhuge Liuyun shook his head with an ugly expression. He sighed and said slowly, "Although I've already sent someone to contact him, there has been no reply. It's very likely that Belar thinks that we are not worthy to meet him personally. What a joke. The leader of a small gang with only a thousand people actually dares to be so arrogant!"
Jiang Cheng touched his chin, thought for a moment, and said, "It seems that we have to make a big fuss to let everyone know our strength."
Jiang Cheng touched his chin and pondered. Suddenly, he slammed the table and said, "Then let's set it for three days later. Not only will we take back Rhodes Street, but we will also take back a few nearby territories. We'll have a good fight with those African Americans." After saying that, he turned to look at Zhuge Liuyun. "Brother Zhuge, how many people are there in the French Lung Hing Society? Also, calculate the number of guns and bullets."
Zhuge Liuyun took out a small notebook from his pocket and opened it to search. Then, he slowly said to Jiang Cheng, "Right now, there are a total of 193 people in the Lung Hing Society, including everyone here. Among them, there are 29 guns, including the guns bought from Tagore, and about 700 bullets."
Jiang Cheng's face showed a hint of joy. With this force, it was possible to snatch a piece of cake from Martinban.
The reason why Jiang Cheng wanted to snatch Martinban's territory, other than Rhodes Street, was that there were several leisure and entertainment stores in the 17th arrondissement, including a large bar. This was a good place for the African Americans to sell drugs. The African Americans relied on selling drugs to make a lot of money, and they valued this business very much. Now that they wanted to snatch this territory, they would definitely not let it go.
The others went downstairs to prepare, while a few French men led by Johansson immediately went out to collect everything about the African Americans in the bar.
"By the way, Jiang Cheng." Zhuge Liuyun suddenly turned his head and said to Jiang Cheng, "Recently, among the newly added French members, there are more than ten African Americans. After these days of observation, I feel that the behavior of some of them is very suspicious!
"Do you think these people were sent by Martin Luther?" Zhuge Liuyun frowned and looked at Jiang Cheng.
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