I am a hooligan 1

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"Brother Wei," "Brother Wei"... a row of underlings greeted me respectfully.

Don't think I'm the boss of some big organization; I'm just the boss of a middle school in this medium-sized city in southwest China. My surname is Yang, but my godforsaken old man gave me the name Wei, and my underlings have been calling me "Brother Wei" ever since. Damn it, what bad luck!

Although I'm a senior in high school, I've never considered going to university. With my grades, even a diploma mill wouldn't accept me. It's better to start my own business early. So, I joined a promising local company: Qinghuo. We control 15 of the city's 23 main streets, collecting protection money and such. Of course, our company also owns two bars and an entertainment complex, making it a booming, locally distinctive conglomerate. Although some people call us "gangsters" or "thugs," I don't care. I get a fixed salary of around 600 yuan a month, which is much better than the average ordinary citizen.

I was the only one in the entire school who joined a company outside the school, which was perfectly normal. I was the biggest boss in the school, with about 200 underlings spread across all six grades. The other two bosses just led their underlings around, doing things like searching ordinary students and getting into brawls with nearby schools; they didn't have many men, only about 100 in total. Compared to me, it was like comparing the Kuomintang's regular army to guerrillas.

"1, 2, 3..." Not bad, my underlings handed over 31,200 yuan to me this week. I reached out and patted the slanted-eyed guy's head, feeling quite pleased: "Good week, here, this is yours." I pulled out five large bills and casually tossed them to the slanted-eyed guy. Don't ask me where my underlings got the money; they're students, and students have their advantages. Our company covers three nightclubs near the school, and my underlings get some aphrodisiac powders or granules from me to sell in there; business is pretty good. This 30,000 yuan, frankly speaking, cost less than 1,000 yuan to produce. Of course, we can't go too far. Although we've bribed most of the police station, who knows when a sudden raid to boost our political achievements might land one of our brothers in jail?

The most bustling area in the city center, Kaiwei Entertainment Palace. Our Qinghuo's headquarters. I ran to the 5th floor, familiar with the place. Damn, those prostitutes were screaming so loudly! It made this 19-year-old virgin feel a burning desire. So many casual sex clients in broad daylight, our city is truly prosperous and rife with prostitution.

I casually pushed open the door to the boss's office. "Boss."

Our boss, "Blue-Eyed Wolf," a name that doesn't sound good, and a face that's not exactly handsome either. A thin frame, his face covered in lean muscles, a large scar running from his left ear to the left corner of his mouth. Triangular eyes, radiating a fierce light. But none of us are afraid of him. He takes good care of his own brothers. It's a different story with the enemy. Three years ago, when I first joined the company, seven people were taken down on the first night at the intersection downstairs. Their tendons and ligaments were all severed. According to Brother Pao, it was the boss who did it all.

Damn, the boss is indeed the boss. Even his smile is terrifying. He just smirked and showed a bit of his teeth.

But now is the time to get down to business, not to joke. 30,700 yuan was given to the boss in a manila envelope. "31,200 yuan. Cross-Eye did well this time. I'll give him 500 first."

The boss counted the bills, took out 20 bills and gave them to me. This is how we split the profits. If you do well, you make a lot of money. If you don't, you'll be left with the 600 yuan the company gives you and go hungry.

"Is the amount of drugs Cross-Eye has right?"

I nodded: "I check the accounts every three days. The amount of money and drugs matches." Why does the boss check the accounts? It's the rule in the underworld: those who sell drugs are not allowed to touch drugs. Another company in the city, a small-time boss known as "White-Eyed Dog" who sold drugs, ran off with a month's worth of money and 300,000 yuan worth of drugs. As a result, his boss caught him and stabbed him 36 times, but didn't kill him. He will be bedridden for the rest of his life and will never be able to be a man again. His boss cut him slowly with the first cut.

"Alright, that 'Slant-Eye' kid's pretty honest, and he's good at dealing with people. Let him have your school boss position. When you graduate, I'll give you half a street: 5 nightclubs, 2 saunas, 17 internet cafes, and 4 restaurants. What do you think? Slant-Eye's area will still be yours."

I was incredibly grateful: "Of course, no problem! A boss is a boss, so generous, so generous, hehe, such a general's demeanor!"

"Damn, you're such a flatterer. Go do whatever you need to do; I have to entertain some guests later."

"Okay, okay, you're busy..."

Damn, this is so satisfying. If it weren't for my brothers' hard work these past two years, making over 2 million in profit selling powder and pills, the boss wouldn't have even noticed me, a mere 20-year-old. Why am I only a senior in high school at 20? Damn, if I hadn't beaten up two people and repeated a few years, would I be in this situation?

July is almost here. After the exams, I can officially hand over the reins to Slant-Eye and become the boss myself. Then I'll be rolling in money and surrounded by beautiful women. Speaking of our area, it's near the border with Myanmar and Vietnam, so there are tons of beautiful girls. A couple of years ago, I was busy with my career and didn't have time to find girlfriends. My little brother, for example, had two or three hooked up with each other.

I strolled back to school, but afternoon classes hadn't even started yet? The sooner I finished, the better… I glanced at a group of guys huddled together on the playground and went over to check.

“Tsk tsk tsk… I was wondering who looked so pitiful. Our most famous scholar! What happened? Did he offend my brother?”

Damn it, the guy surrounded by my underlings was the top student in the senior group, supposedly the most likely to get into Peking University. This kind of guy usually avoids us brothers. How did he offend them?

My underling told me the whole story. Damn, it was just a soccer ball that hit his glasses, causing it to fall to the ground. Compensation? When have I ever paid for anything? “Slap slap!” Two slaps, and the scholar's face immediately swelled up. Trying to run? Damn it, I kicked him in the butt. No use; he immediately fell to the ground and slid a meter away.

"Scholar, recognize me! Huh? 'Accompany' my ass! My little brother accidentally bumped into you. Don't cause trouble for yourself, okay? The college entrance exam is coming up soon, don't want to lose two fingers, do you? Get lost..."

What a piece of trash! With that kind of guts, even if he goes to university and becomes an official, he'll still be a coward. No wonder our voices aren't as loud as those of Japan's own country lately; they're all thugs in power like me, so of course our styles are different.

Ignoring his underlings' flattery, he pulled the one with the slanted eye aside.

"Slanted Eyes, let me tell you, don't embarrass me. I've already talked to Big Brother about this piece of land; it's yours from now on. If you handle it well, you'll be living the high life. If you don't, be careful, or I might just fire you. We have two people around here, you know, that won't cause any trouble, right?"

Slanted Eyes was trembling with fear: "Yes, boss, you're right. I definitely wouldn't dare to mess around... Um, what's the deal with this piece of land?"

"Kid, where did your usual shrewdness go? From now on, you're 'Slanted Eyes Bro.' I'm about to graduate from school, and Big Brother promised to give me half a street; this area is yours. You're going to be the boss. I put in a lot of effort to vouch for you, so you better live up to my expectations. Come on, I'm in a good mood, tell the brothers who're free to come drink with me tonight."

Hey, being a thug is hard, being a good thug is even harder. To keep your men obedient, you need to use some tricks.

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