In the past, I said that assassin organizations are not charities. They are all proper underworld organizations. Moreover, the underworld does not have patent applications. It is not unique to Dawu Country; there are underworlds overseas too, as well as brothels, casinos, Five Stones Powder, and naturally hitmen too.
Zhang San understands he is snatching food from the tiger's mouth.
However, can food not be snatched from the tiger’s mouth?
You think it can’t?
Very well. You clearly do not have the potential to become a top hitman walking in the forefront of the times like Zhang San. But don’t feel bad. After all, not everyone can become Zhang San.
Faced with the question “Can food not be snatched from the tiger’s mouth?”, Zhang San’s answer is that as long as you understand enough about the tiger, it is not necessarily impossible to snatch the food.
For example, if you know the tiger’s height, weight, bite force when its big mouth opens and closes, combined with the local gravity, wind speed, the tiger’s high and low position, and the height, width, overall volume of the food in its mouth, plus lightning fast qinggong, you may succeed.
Although the risk is very high, the returns...
Hmm.
In short, snatching food from the tiger’s mouth has high costs, high risks, and extremely low returns, but obviously, there is a chance of success for this matter.
And now if ‘tiger’ is replaced with overseas ‘underworld’ forces, and ‘food’ is replaced with the still considerable overseas ‘assassin market’.
Then the matter of snatching food from the tiger’s mouth immediately becomes a high-risk, high-return excellent investment project.
So why did Zhang San go overseas the first time? It was not to do business right away, but to understand these foreign ‘fierce tigers’, especially the ‘food’ in the mouths of these fierce tigers, that is, the overseas assassin market.
In short, Zhang San went overseas to do market research.
I remember at that time, Zhang San was truly extremely attentive about this matter.
Even Zhang San’s master sighed: “When Little San was doing research overseas, his attentiveness was second only to when he was learning qinggong from me.”
Second only to when he was learning qinggong from me!
This sentence was Zhang San’s master’s highest appraisal when Zhang San was serious, bar none.
Thus, Zhang San stayed overseas for about three months. Although he slept on the streets at night, dug wild vegetables in the morning, and even bathed in a river, the 300 taels of silver still ran out in three months.
Of course, this was not because consumption overseas was too expensive. Dawu Country was actually the strongest country among the surrounding smaller nations, so how could those small countries compare in consumption? The reason was still that Zhang San spent almost all his money on intelligence purchases.
But the final result was that Zhang San’s money was clearly not spent in vain.
He obtained data on the overseas assassin market.
To be honest, the data was extremely bad!
The data was extremely bad, but Zhang San was elated.
Because the overseas assassin market was far too chaotic, filled with deception, fraud, negligence, inaccurate intelligence consultations, assassins exaggerating their martial arts level, and so on.
What does this prove?
It proves it is a huge ‘blue ocean’!
Let me explain. A blue ocean refers to a new industry no one has engaged in before. Usually there are many opportunities to get rich in these industries.
Although the dark careers of underworld assassins have existed since ancient times, no matter how you look at it they have nothing to do with a ‘blue ocean’. But from the chaotic market, Zhang San saw countless possibilities – these were all opportunities for him to get rich quickly.
Therefore, Zhang San, who considered himself a pragmatic person, made a life gamble after deciding.
He sent a carrier pigeon letter to his master, asking his master to send another 300 taels to him through the money shops, and in the letter Zhang San made a bet with his master. If he still could not pay back the total debt of 600 taels to his master, then in the future days of caring for his master, he would additionally gift one whole fat chicken every day!
After making such an oath, Zhang San understood he no longer had a way out.
It was either being destitute for life, or leading a wealthy life with his master. Everything counted on this one attempt.
After receiving another 300 taels, Zhang San immediately went to a small underworld organization in his location country and used the 300 taels of silver plus ‘gentle’ negotiation methods to buy that organization’s site and organization name from them.
In fact, Zhang San considered this matter from many aspects.
Firstly, that underworld organization had some fame locally. This was Zhang San’s first step to enter the market and gain a foothold.
Secondly, also the most important reason, was that their gang leader was extremely weak in power, and their whole gang only had two dozen people.
With this kind of strength, they were not even considered underworld in Dawu Country, only petty hooligans. Zhang San had no pressure at all dealing with them, meaning there was also no risk of “black eating black”.
Thirdly, when people are in hardship, their will is low, but after all they are humans.
Zhang San believed that in these petty hooligans’ eyes, he could casually take out 300 taels to give them, knock out their gang leader with one punch. In their eyes, he should be regarded as an underworld big shot. Moreover, he promised to double their income in three years. How could these petty hooligans not look up to him, Zhang San?
Fourthly, the underworld is actually a small circle.
Although the underworld organization Zhang San bought was very small, small as it was, by spreading Zhang San’s name as a high-level overseas assassin from this small circle to the entire national underworld circle, it was actually not as difficult as others imagined.
After completing the groundwork, Zhang San officially explained his plan to several petty hooligans under his command whom he considered quite trustworthy.
Undoubtedly, Zhang San had never learned how to give speeches, but under the rosy anticipation of the future, Zhang San’s speech was exceptionally charismatic.
First, Zhang San analyzed for the petty hooligans the drawbacks of their small country and the drawbacks in their national assassin industry.
Firstly, their country was undoubtedly small, and the citizens did not value martial arts like Dawu Country. So the national powers were very weak. For example, the number one expert in the country only had Middle Stage of Earth Rank strength. This level of strength in Dawu Country was only an ordinary expert.
Secondly, because the country as a whole lacked top martial artists, it led to very few experts in either the black or white realms. And even if there were experts, those experts were also unwilling to get involved in the assassin industry.
After saying this, Zhang San asked the petty hooligans listening to his explanation at the time: “So, after hearing my statements just now, everyone, what have you come to understand from my statements?”
The first petty hooligan raised his hand and said: “For our underworld organization to develop, we definitely need experts. So from today let’s seriously practice martial arts.”
The second petty hooligan raised his hand and said: “Are you dumb? How long would practicing yourself take? Since our boss has so much money, his intention must be to invite experts from Dawu Country to come back.”
At the time, Zhang San propped his forehead with his hand, cursing to himself: What bunch of idiots are these?