Rebirth of the Hong Kong Tycoon

"Stop hitting, Big Brother D, it's me, I'm a stinky fart, from Tsuen Wan, with Brother Dehua, I was in a nightclub before, Brother Big D, you drank too much, I'm the one who helped you."

Big D was also taken aback when he heard the words, and looked at the fan who made the sound. After watching for 2 minutes, he made a sound, and his tone was full of uncertainty: "Stinky fart? You can order bulk goods? You Haven't you been driving for Young Master Le all the time?"

The stinky fart was beaten the hardest, unable to lift a single finger, lying on the ground, he said weakly: "Boss support Brother Dehua, let him come out and start his own business."

"I really didn't know it was your big D's territory. If I knew, I wouldn't even dare to borrow ten courage from me!".

Hearing the stink bug begging for mercy, Big D's face became even uglier, thinking about what to do.

"Boss, Tuo Di called just now, saying that Hung Hom's long hair died, and Young Master Le is going crazy."

"I see something strange about this."

"I had supper with Hao Nanzai before, and this guy complained that Brother Le didn't care about the affairs of the hall, and he was only focused on business."

"Many fierce people in the hall used other prefixes, and felt very depressed."

"A big boss who doesn't even want to take care of the front door, how can he let his brothers go out to bulk goods, and he is still his personal bodyguard."

"It's better to hand over the person to the punishment hall and let them figure it out."

Ban Lanzi is tactful and has many friends in the world who can talk, so he is naturally well-informed.

He was also the first to receive the news that the long hair had died.

This is already a pool of muddy water, there is no reason to get involved in it and cause a commotion.

That's a good idea, don't bother yourself!

Big D glanced at Ban Lanzi approvingly, gave him a thumbs up in his heart, and told them to do as soon as possible.

"Brother Yuntian, we haven't seen each other for more than ten years!"

"I haven't seen your brother since I left the mountain city."

Dasha stood up, picked up the wine bottle on the table, and filled the wine glass in front of Zhang Yuntian, his mouth filled with emotion of recalling the past.

Zhang Yuntian's face was ashen, looking at the wine glass in front of him, his nose was about to spurt fire, but his own villain caused a disaster, and he had to come out to carry this old bone.

"You youngsters, you don't know that brother Yuntian's righteousness, Bo Yuntian, took a long knife and killed more than a dozen little devils in the Battle of the Great Wall."

"Juniors like me can only watch from behind, wrap gauze on the wounded, light cigarettes and pass water."

Dasha is also a remnant of the previous generation. Instead of going to Taipei, he ran to Xiangjiang with Gang Leader Ge, was bullied, and then established the Number Gang.

Those sad years make me sad when I think about them.

"Back then, Boss Ge sent someone to invite you, but you have a good eye, and the eaves of our group are low, so we didn't get together to stir up a pot."

"It's all right now, a hundred waters have entered the sea, and we are together again, this is fate!"

Dasha respected Zhang Yuntian from a distance, then bent down halfway down, and drank it all in one gulp.

For the first time, Zhang Yuntian felt that the wine glass was as heavy as a thousand catties, and he couldn't hold it with his own hands.

Cannibalism!

It was the first time that the Zhang School of the Eight Diagrams School experienced the tragedy of the same sect fighting each other.

Closed disciples kill disciples and grandchildren, and now all the martial arts people in Xiangjiang know that the gossip sect is all wolf cubs, and they will not let go of their own sect.

If it was ten years ago, no, five years ago, Zhang Yuntian would have fought hard to beat the rebels beside him to death.

But it is no longer possible. It takes at least five years to cultivate a martial arts seedling who can establish a sect.

I know my own suffering!

Zhang Yuntian's body couldn't take it anymore, practicing martial arts was too exhausting for his body, plus the hidden injuries on his body back then, his life expectancy was only two or three years at most.

He really didn't have the energy to support him, and cultivate another closed apprentice, a closed apprentice who could pass on the incense.

I can lose my life, but I can't lose the incense of the sect!

Thinking of this, Zhang Yuntian picked up the wine glass, without saying a word, directly drank the wine in the glass in one gulp.

Wan Zhanghong sat beside Dasha, with a very proud face. He was the director behind the scenes of this big show.

Sowing discord, these are the four sets of procedures.

With only a small sacrifice of goods, he could pry a promising star into his camp.

Not afraid of Xinghe's revenge!

He works for Miss Bai and is in the manor, so he doesn't need a territory at all, but the whole Xiangjiang is his territory.

As long as you want to earn Miss Bai's money, you need to find him for goods.

A great deal!
As long as you are in the dealership, you can become a billionaire even if you sell rice fields.

"Master Zhang, don't worry, our number gang is not Hutchison. If you come in, you will be brothers, and you will get a big share of the money."

"In the future, I will hand over the West Kowloon line to the Dehua Brothers to ensure that he will make a lot of money."

"As for his troubles, it's also on me. I guarantee that no one in Xiangjiang will dare to touch Brother Dehua in the slightest."

Seeing that the scene was a bit cold, Wan Zhanghong picked up a glass of wine and patted her chest, assuring that all troubles would be fine.

"Thank you, old man!"

For the future of the sect, Zhang Yuntian sighed in his heart, picked up the wine glass, and drank it down in one gulp.

When Dasha saw that Zhang Yuntian finally picked up the wine glass, he was also very happy.

He is Bashu Paoge, who respects the superiors and inferiors, and respects teachers and morals, which is the creed engraved in his bones.

Back then, all the bigwigs in the national government practiced martial arts to keep fit, and the masters of the northern sect like the Baguamen were even more honored guests.

Before the age of 30, Dasha was a big soldier, a cannon fodder for carrying guns.

Compared with Zhang Yuntian at that time, one was in the sky and the other was on the ground, and there was no comparison at all.

But it's different now, the hero of the past was in trouble, and he begged to his own door, and his heart was already full of joy.

It's just that Dasha didn't know that this was all a small trick of his disciples.

Wanzhanghong and Dasha are full of spirits at the wine table, but the other bigwigs who are also in the text pile are not as optimistic as their master and apprentice.

The number gang is powerful and is one of the four major societies in Xiangjiang.

But the number gang has today, it is Xiao Zidui who has made the reputation of the prefix by himself, but the character pile has not done anything.

Everyone in Xiangjiang Jianghu knows that the number gang is a mess. Although everyone is using the number gang banner, they all live their own lives and have their own businesses.

If there is a conflict of interest, everyone doesn't even give Ge Lao face, so Liu Zhengqing, who is far away in Honolulu, can only call and mediate.

Xinghe is not a sunset club. If you know that Dehua, a -year-old boy, has passed the pile of words, you don't know how big a plane he will make.

But people who talk about the pile of words are stupid, he doesn't care about anything now, and leave everything to Wanzhanghong.

Now is not the 50s, and the red man needs to be in charge.

He is so popular that he doesn't need a land, as long as he negotiates a good share with others, he can use the place to start working, but they are different, they have more or less places, and they need to rely on these places to support their families.

As long as there is a war, they are the fortresses, and they will definitely be brought down by the people of Xinghe.

But on this occasion today, it is not suitable to say such depressing words, so I can only drink bitter wine silently.