Hong Kong films: You're promoting Chan Ho-nam, but Uncle Tung is very unhappy.

Unable to suppress the discomfort in his throat, Uncle Deng took out a handkerchief and covered his mouth, coughing lightly a few times.

"Cough cough cough~"

At this moment, Chuanbao looked at Uncle Deng with concern and asked, "Uncle Deng, are you alright?"

Uncle Deng chuckled softly and replied in a slightly hoarse voice, "It's nothing, just a minor ailment!"

I might have caught a chill recently without paying attention; I'll just be more careful in the future.

Not long after he finished speaking, Uncle Deng coughed lightly a few more times.

Lin Huai Le stood up at this moment and acted very attentive to Uncle Deng.

He walked straight to Uncle Deng's table, picked up the teapot next to him, and poured a steaming cup of tea into Uncle Deng's teacup.

He leaned back and said respectfully, "Uncle Deng, you're getting old, you must take good care of your health. After all, the gang still needs you to keep going."

Once that was said, it was all over.

He politely handed the freshly poured tea to Uncle Deng.

Uncle Deng took the cup of hot tea and drank it without saying a word.

This also provided temporary relief from the discomfort in my throat.

Lin Huai Le's words pleased all the leaders and senior members of the triad present.

but.

Uncle Deng simply drank a few sips of tea and didn't say much.

He also knew that Lin Huai Le was just flattering him.

“I’m getting old, and I can’t lead the club forever. We still need some capable people,” Uncle Deng said in his somewhat hoarse voice.

Lin Huaiyue chimed in with a smile, saying repeatedly, "Yes, Uncle Deng, you're right."

Looking at Lin Huai Le's pretentious expression, Big D's face showed even more disdain.

Seeing Uncle Deng's physical condition.

He couldn't wait for this fat bastard to die, so that the first obstacle preventing him from becoming the leader would be gone, and the old guys behind him would be easier to deal with.

It would be best if this fat bastard died of illness as soon as possible.

Big D looked at Lin Huai Le and the uncles present with a displeased expression.

It took a long 58 hours.

The meeting finally ended.

Everyone gradually left Uncle Deng's old villa.

It's already 9 PM.

Hong Kong Island has fully embraced a wild nightlife.

Luo Tianhong and A-Jie were still waiting for Lin Dong to come out of the Mercedes-Benz, as usual. The passenger door was already open.

After Lin Dong came out, he got into his car and left.

Back in Wan Chai.

Paradise Bar.

The handsome men and beautiful women in the bar were partying to their hearts' content in the center of the dance floor.

The smell of alcohol permeated the entire bar.

The disco ball kept flashing back and forth, making visibility very dim.

After returning, Lin Dong looked exhausted and went up to the balcony on the second floor of the bar.

He walked to the wooden chair and sat down, gazing at the night view of Wan Chai.

The road was bustling with traffic.

For a while.

My craving for cigarettes suddenly kicked in.

He couldn't resist taking out a cigar, then a flip-top lighter, lighting it, and starting to enjoy it.

Suddenly!

The surrounding air began to become smoky.

Just when he was enjoying everything.

The phone that was lying to the side suddenly started ringing, instantly shattering the tranquility.

Lin Dong frowned slightly, seemingly a little impatient.

He picked up the phone and answered it.

Then came Big D's voice, but this time Big D's voice was not as gentle as it had been before.

This time he was clearly a bit irritable, saying, "Ah Dong, what do you think that fat bastard is thinking? Why didn't he choose me as the leader?!"

Chapter 102 How could I possibly let go of the meat that's already in my hands?!

Lin Dong was stunned for a moment after hearing what Da D said on the phone.

Since Big D has said it so directly, he won't hide it anymore.

It was obvious to anyone with eyes that Uncle Deng didn't want Big D to be the head of Wo Luen Shing.

It would be better to just tell Big D directly and let him understand completely.

So Lin Dong lowered his voice and said, "Big D, you probably won't be able to hold the position of head of Wo Shing in the future."

Hearing Lin Dong say that, Big D on the other end of the phone clearly didn't like it.

His voice also sounded more agitated. He said on the other end of the phone, "Ah Dong, what do you mean by that? Do you mean you don't want me to be the head of Wo Luen Shing, so you're saying this on purpose?"

The voice of Big D on the other end of the phone was obviously very irritable; he probably didn't expect Lin Dong to pour cold water on him.

For a while.

Big D did not understand Lin Dong's meaning.

Lin Dong chuckled slightly on the phone and said, "Brother D, haven't you realized by now that Uncle Deng and the other uncles at Wo Luen Shing don't want you to be the head of the company at all?"

No matter what you do, Uncle Deng will absolutely not let you rise to power; he will only support Brother Lok to take over.

After Lin Dong finished speaking, there was a sudden silence on the other end of the phone.

Big D didn't say a word, but he wasn't completely unaware of what Lin Dong was saying.

I just felt that Uncle Deng had no reason to do that. As the supreme leader of the gang, Uncle Deng was a man who clearly distinguished between public and private matters.

but.

What Lin Dong said was indeed correct.

If Uncle Deng really wanted to support him as the leader of the Wo Luen Shing triad, he would have given him all the power within the triad long ago.

As a result, even now, Deng Bo has no intention of supporting him to take over.

Big D's arrogance had subsided, and he said in a frustrated tone, "Damn it!! That fat Deng, I knew a long time ago that he didn't want me to take over."

After Big D finished speaking, Lin Dong didn't say anything more.

The person on the other end of the phone said, "Okay, you can go ahead and do your work."

Subsequently.

He just hung up the phone.

Lin Dong put the phone back on the table.

　01 Then I continued to sit on the second-floor balcony of the bar, gazing at the night view of Wan Chai.

A gentle breeze caressed Lin Dong's face, carrying a hint of chill.

Lin Dong held a cigar in his hand and kept blowing smoke rings, filling the air with a strong cigar aroma.

A week later.

Uncle Deng looked at the newspaper in his hand with a serious expression.

The news above is about Wo Luen Shing.

The news that Uncle Tung had taken Tsim Sha Tsui has been reported by newspaper reporters in the latest issue of the newspaper.

Looking at the newspaper, Uncle Deng's face was solemn.

The words Lin Dong said at the conference yesterday keep inexplicably popping into my mind.

What kind of dual-command system is this?!

This is utterly ridiculous!!

Unexpectedly, Lin Dong actually said those things.

He was originally quite happy to be able to join Wo Luen Shing, and of course he also hoped that he could work under Lam Wai Lok.

after all.