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

Big D returned to his villa.

He took off his coat and threw it towards the sofa, then walked over and sat down on it, looking somewhat aggrieved.

At this moment, Sister D saw it and quickly went to the sofa.

I poured a cup of hot water for Big D.

Judging from Big D's expression, I guessed that something must have happened.

Recalling what Uncle Deng, who had such backbone, had said, Big D felt extremely dissatisfied!

His abilities far surpass those of Lin Huai Le, whose Jordan district was a disastrous business.

It remained unremarkable and didn't cause much of a stir!

That fat bastard just doesn't like him and doesn't want to support him in taking over, so he's just making these excuses on purpose.

There's going to be a next one!!

Pooh! !

When the next term actually comes, I don't know what excuse I'll have to make up.

Who knows, he might have to wait until the next term.

And those old guys in the club!

He was already qualified to run for the position of leader in the previous election.

Those old folks, wanting to keep him out, insisted that he wasn't senior enough.

Now that he's senior enough, Uncle Deng has found another reason to say that he still needs to hone his skills further.

All of this is utter bullshit!

Uncle Deng was certainly making his own calculations.

and also! !

When he was feeling proud, he clearly saw a smug smile appear on Lin Huai Le's face during the tea-drinking process.

This made Big D very unhappy at the time!

If Uncle Deng hadn't been there, he would have smashed a teacup in his face.

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, and the veins on Big D's forehead started to bulge.

Sister-in-law D could guess some of it; it was probably because of the person in charge.

"Damn it! That fat bastard is deliberately trying to mess with me!!" Big D cursed coldly.

D's wife then reached out a hand and stroked D's chest, comforting him, "Don't be angry, it's not good for your health to get angry."

At that moment, Big D suddenly remembered what Lin Dong had said at the entrance of the restaurant.

Making that fat bastard disappear from Wo Luen Shing and from Hong Kong Island seems to be the only way to his advantage right now. It might as well just...

Thinking of this, a softened smile appeared on Big D's face.

Since Uncle Deng has already gone to such lengths for him, then don't blame him for being impolite in the future.

After all, what Uncle Deng did was rather unethical.

Seeing the changes in Big D's expression, his wife was a little confused. She stroked Big D's chest and asked:

"Judging from your expression, have you figured out a way to deal with this?"

Big D then picked up the water glass on the table, took a sip, and said only one word in a very cold voice: "Wait!"

wait??

D's wife was even more confused. What did this mean?!

What are we waiting for?

However, as a woman, she shouldn't pry too much into the man's affairs within the gang.

She didn't press the matter further; knowing too much wasn't a good thing.

Big D leaned back on the soft leather sofa and slowly closed his eyes.

I began to enjoy this moment of tranquility.

at the same time.

Back in his home turf, Lin Dong was just like any other young man in his bar.

I sat quietly at the bar and ordered the bar's newest and most expensive red wine.

The loud music was turned up to the maximum volume, filling the entire bar.

The handsome young men and beautiful young women swayed their bodies to their hearts' content, their expressions slightly intoxicated, reveling in the dance floor.

Lin Dong swirled the wine glass in his hand, tilting it at a forty-five-degree angle.

Then he poured it into his mouth, took a small sip, and a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

After taking a few sips of wine, I noticed it was already quite late.

So he went to a room on the second floor to rest, at which point Uncle Deng sent him a text message.

Chapter 105 We can't lose face for the big boss!! Wouldn't it be inconsiderate of us not to give Uncle Deng face?!

Until dawn.

Lin Dong woke up groggily, still half asleep, and hadn't noticed the text message Deng Bo had sent all night.

I felt really tired last night for some reason.

and so.

After returning to his home turf and having some drinks, he went back to his room to rest.

Lin Dong didn't wake up until the alarm clock on the bedside table went off.

After a quick wash,

The first thing I did was go to the second-floor terrace and grab a brown cigar.

My craving for cigarettes is acting up a bit.

Then Lin Dong lit a cigar in his hand, staring straight ahead, blowing smoke rings from his mouth.

For Lin Dong, this was equivalent to a breakfast.

After a while.

Lin Dong then remembered that his phone seemed to ring once when he got back last night.

However, I was too tired at the time and thought it was just spam, so I didn't pay much attention to it.

It suddenly came back to me now.

However, Lin Dong didn't care whether the text message was spam or not; he continued smoking.

After a long time on the balcony.

Lin Dong went back into the house and picked up his phone to look at the text messages he hadn't read the night before.

It was a text message from Uncle Deng. The gist of it was that he wanted me to come to his villa for tea sometime today, basically to discuss something.

Lin Dong glanced at the text message from Uncle Deng with a very cold expression.

Then he tossed the phone aside.

In an old-fashioned villa.

In a study.

The bookshelves were filled with all sorts of books, some of which had pages that were severely yellowed.

Just then, the sunlight from outside shone into the somewhat dim study.

In an instant!

The entire study became exceptionally bright, no longer dark.

Sunlight shines on the floor.

It looks exceptionally warm.

On the opposite wall of the bookshelf hangs an old-fashioned clock.

This clock is quite old; a thick layer of dust has settled on the top, along with some old grime that can't be wiped off.

At the desk.

Uncle Deng was sitting in the wooden chair.

He held a classic book, wearing glasses, and turned the pages incessantly in the bright sunlight.

His gaze never left the book.

At that moment, he was completely engrossed in reading the story written inside.

Simultaneously.

The tea set on the table was still full, but he didn't drink a single drop!