blogombal Chapter 86 The security company begins to make a profit
Chapter 86 The security company begins to make a profit
Back then, the Zhonghua Daily had just become popular, and the newspapers printed every day were piled up like small mountains; these were all real assets.
Hong Kong's triads have always been rampant, and Lin Zhou was afraid that his businesses would be targeted. Sure enough, just as Lin Zhou thought, his competitors hated him and hired a triad to vandalize and threaten the newspaper office. That's when Lin Zhou thought of setting up a security company as soon as possible. First, it could protect his own businesses; second, it could provide a way for these destitute veterans to make a living; and third, he could earn some commission. It was a win-win-win situation.
But as he watched, Lin Zhou's brows gradually relaxed, and the smile on his lips grew wider.
The ledgers show that the security company's revenue has suddenly increased in the past two months, with Hong Kong dollars being deposited in one transaction after another, and the amount is not small.
"Old Zhao, what's going on here?" Lin Zhou asked, pointing to the numbers in the ledger with some surprise.
Zhao Jianjun scratched his head, his face full of pride: "President Lin, you don't know yet, do you? Our security company has a huge reputation outside now!"
As he spoke, he began to talk at length.
As Chung Wah air fryers, handheld game consoles, and the Chung Wah Daily gained fame in Hong Kong, the name Chung Wah gradually became known. The security measures at the Chung Wah Industrial Park were excellent. Several times, gang members who usually acted arrogantly tried to sneak into the park to cause trouble, but Zhao Jianjun and his men beat them back, leaving them crying and screaming, and they never dared to come back again.
The news gradually spread, and small business owners in Hong Kong came knocking on his door one by one.
These small business owners mostly run small businesses, such as small factories or shops. They have no connections and are therefore the most vulnerable to being bullied by gangs. Gang members come to their door every few days to collect protection money. If they don't pay, the gangs smash their shops, beat them, and even threaten their personal safety. They dare not speak out and can only swallow their anger.
It was said that the people at Zhonghua Security Company were all veterans, skilled, disciplined, and only cared about money, not personal relationships. They didn't get involved in gang affairs and were only responsible for protecting their employers' safety. These small business owners felt like they had grasped at a straw and came to Zhonghua's door one after another, wanting to hire Zhonghua's security personnel.
Some hire people to patrol their factories, some hire bodyguards to accompany them when they go out to do business, and some even hire several security personnel to guard their shops long-term.
Zhao Jianjun is an honest man who charges fair prices, and his subordinates are reliable. Once they take on a job, they always do it perfectly. On one occasion, a textile factory owner hired Zhonghua's security, but when gangsters came to cause trouble, they were beaten and forced to flee by three security guards.
After returning to fetch their own men, they came back again. When the three security company employees saw them, they called for reinforcements and summoned the team members from Zhonghua Security Company who were training. Then they locked the gate and waited for backup.
Before long, Zhao Jianjun led dozens of men in a brawl with the gang's thugs. The gang's petty thugs were no match for these veterans who trained every day, and they were beaten until they cried for their parents. From then on, the textile factory was never harassed again.
As word spread, even more people came to Zhonghua Security Company.
"Right now, we're almost short-staffed." Zhao Jianjun stroked his chin, grinning from ear to ear. "Every day, people call to ask, and some even come in person, all hoping to hire our people. President Lin, you didn't see it, those bosses are so polite to our people, stuffing cigarettes and alcohol into their hands."
Lin Zhou listened with great interest, feeling a surge of surprise. He had initially started the security company simply to protect himself and incidentally help his fellow villagers; unexpectedly, it had become a thriving business by accident.
He flipped to the last page of the ledger, looked at the impressive net profit, and couldn't help but smile: "Old Zhao, well done!"
Zhao Jianjun chuckled, somewhat embarrassed: "President Lin, you have such good judgment. If it weren't for your support, I wouldn't have been able to accomplish this."
Lin Zhou waved his hand, stood up, walked to the window, and looked down at the men still training. Sunlight shone on them, gilding them with a golden light; their faces were full of determination, and their eyes shone with hope.
These people were soldiers who defended their country back home. When they came to Hong Kong, they were once destitute and couldn't even afford to eat. But now, thanks to their own abilities and the platform provided by Chung Wah Security Company, they can not only earn money to support their families, but also live with dignity, no longer having to depend on others or be bullied by triads.
This is probably the greatest significance of running a security company.
"Old Zhao," Lin Zhou turned around, his eyes bright, "Didn't we set a quota of one hundred for you? Hurry up and fill the quota, better to have fewer but better ones. If you see anyone with good skills, you can hire them as well. For the others, you must choose those with clean backgrounds, veterans, and good character."
"Don't worry, Mr. Lin, I know what I'm doing," Zhao Jianjun nodded in response.
"Also," Lin Zhou thought for a moment, then added, "the training intensity can be increased appropriately, but the treatment must keep up. These brothers have it tough, so the food must be good, the wages must be paid on time, and they should receive some benefits during holidays."
"Yes, I remember it all!" Zhao Jianjun's eyes were slightly red. He knew that President Lin was genuinely thinking about these brothers.
Lin Zhou patted him on the shoulder and didn't say anything more.
He spent another hour at the security company, watching the men train in combat. He saw them paired off, exchanging blows with crisp, clean movements, each strike ruthless. He also observed their firearms training. Although Hong Kong has strict controls and limited firearms, Zhao Jianjun managed to procure a few replica guns for them to practice aiming and shooting, improving their accuracy and reaction time.
As we left, the sun was already setting, painting the horizon a warm orange-red.
Lin Zhou walked back to the company, a cool evening breeze brushing his face. He touched the pocket watch in his pocket, feeling a sense of comfort.
Zhonghua Handheld Game Factory is thriving, Zhonghua Daily's sales are soaring, and now Zhonghua Security Company has also started to make a profit, with the momentum getting better and better.
Step by step, his business empire is slowly unfolding on this land.
He looked up at the distant sky, a confident smile playing on his lips. The road ahead was long, and there might be storms, but as long as he took each step steadily, as long as he had these reliable brothers by his side and the companionship of his beloved, Zhonghua's future would surely be brighter and brighter.
And those veterans who were once adrift and homeless have finally found their place in this unfamiliar Hong Kong, and a livelihood where they can hold their heads high. This is probably the most gratifying reward on the road to entrepreneurship.