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

Lin Dong simply walked over to a chair in the study and sat down.

Cross your left leg over your right leg.

Behind him were also some bookshelves, which were also filled with all sorts of books.

Lin Dong glanced at them indifferently, then picked up a book that looked more appealing and began to flip through it.

The dazzling sunlight shone directly on his books; the white paper reflected the light intensely.

It pierces straight into people's eyes!

After looking at it for a short time, Lin Dong's eyes couldn't take it anymore.

Suddenly.

He slammed the book shut, closed his eyes tightly, frowned, and reached out a hand to pinch the skin between his eyebrows.

“Choosing to read there wasn’t the right choice. Why not come over here?” Uncle Deng suddenly said in a hoarse voice, looking at Lin Dong through his glasses.

Lin Dong opened his eyes and looked at Uncle Deng, then put the book he was holding back on the bookshelf.

The corners of his mouth curved upwards slightly.

He shrugged and said politely, "It's nice to sit here and soak up the sun."

After Lin Dong finished speaking.

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Uncle Deng immediately took off his glasses and placed the thick book he was holding on the left side of the table.

Subsequently.

He looked up at Lin Dong and said, "Why didn't you remind me when you arrived earlier? If you make your men wait too long, the other brothers will gossip about me."

Lin Dong smiled faintly, his expression still devoid of any emotion. He said, "Uncle Deng, you're joking. You're a veteran of the gang, a pillar of the organization. You've contributed so much to the gang, how could a few of your underlings dare to speak ill of you?!"

At this moment.

Uncle Deng just smiled and didn't say anything more.

He began to strain his somewhat hoarse throat, turning his head towards the door and shouting, "Butler, bring a fresh pot of tea!"

Upon receiving the instruction, the old butler immediately entered Uncle Deng's study.

He pulled the teapot off the table.

Uncle Deng interlaced his fingers and placed them on the table, then said to Lin Dong in a very kind and polite manner, "Ah Dong, the tea was prepared too early this time. I'll have the butler brew another pot."

Lin Dong's lips curled up slightly, and he said in a polite tone, "It's alright, Uncle Deng. This tea isn't necessary. We can save it for next time."

Uncle Deng looked at Lin Dong with gentle eyes, his expression not changing much.

Even so.

Lin Dong could still sense that Uncle Deng's expression was somewhat unusual.

Next!

The old butler, carrying a freshly brewed cup of tea, limped into the study.

As soon as I entered!

I sensed something was off; there was something not right!

So he put down the teapot and quietly retreated.

Uncle Deng spread his fingers, pointing to the newly arrived tea in front of him, and looked at Lin Dong, saying, "Won't you two have a taste?"

"Since Uncle Deng has invited me so much, wouldn't it be embarrassing for you if I, as your junior, refused?"

"Isn't that just being immature?!"

Done.

Lin Dong stood up and grabbed the chair he had just been sitting in behind him.

They carried it directly to Uncle Deng's table.

His expression remained completely unchanged as he stared calmly at Uncle Deng.

Seeing Lin Dong's nimble movements, Uncle Deng chuckled softly in surprise: "Good, as expected of Uncle Dong, whose reputation in the martial arts world is well-deserved, he's straightforward enough!"

Lin Dong also echoed Deng Bo with a soft, slight smile, which wasn't very obvious, just a slight curve.

Uncle Deng began washing the tea.

After a while, Uncle Deng poured the washed tea into the teacup.

He handed a cup to Lin Dong and said, "Have some tea."

Lin Dong picked up the teacup without any hesitation and began to take a few small sips.

"Well??" Uncle Deng looked at Lin Dong expectantly, hoping to hear a satisfactory answer.

Lin Dong nodded in satisfaction: "It is indeed good tea!"

Hearing this, Uncle Deng felt a little better and then took a sip as well.

After a moment of silence, he ran his fingers along the rim of his teacup and began to speak: "Ah Dong, I'm planning to rearrange things at Tsim Sha Tsui."

Chapter 106 A Masterful Hand of Calculation!! A Straight-Up Robbery!!

Deng Bo had just said those words.

Lin Dong immediately put down his teacup.

Just as he expected, Uncle Deng was waiting for him right there.

He has now expanded the territory for the gang, and Tsim Sha Tsui is one of the most lucrative areas in Hong Kong Island.

Having such a large piece of fat meat in one's own hands inevitably attracts the covetous eyes of some scheming old men.

Lin Dong had already roughly guessed what Deng Bo meant without him saying anything more.

The uncles and elders had already started eyeing the Tsim Sha Tsui that he had just acquired.

At the meeting, Lin Dong declared in front of all the elders that he would take over Tsim Sha Tsui within three days, which was tantamount to saying that Tsim Sha Tsui was his to control!

and!

Anyone who's in a gang knows that whoever takes over a territory through their own skills gets to run that territory!

then.

After Lin Dong finished speaking, Uncle Deng didn't say anything, nor did the other uncles present.

Even if it's not said, everyone understands.

But what does this mean now?!

Lin Dong twirled the empty teacup in his hand, remaining silent for a long time.

He had no intention of saying anything at all.

Because he wanted to hear what Uncle Deng was going to say next.

He wanted to hear how Uncle Deng would rearrange Tsim Sha Tsui once again.

Seeing that Lin Dong did not react for a long time, Uncle Deng continued, "Ah Dong, I know you have always been very ambitious, but you also know that you are new to working for us and Lian Sheng."

Every triad has its own rules, and this place is quite different from Hung Hing.

Some things need to be arranged according to seniority. You just joined the "130" branch of the Wo Luen triad, so you are the youngest. Tsim Sha Tsui is a different area from other districts; it would be difficult for you to manage it alone.

talking.

Uncle Deng glanced at Lin Dong's teacup.

Seeing that there wasn't a single drop of tea left in the cup, he picked up the teapot on the table and kindly refilled Lin Dong's cup.

Upon hearing what Uncle Deng said, Lin Dong's face revealed a cold smile.

That smile was clearly forced!

It seems that Uncle Deng had no intention of handing over the Tsim Sha Tsui he had worked so hard to build to him.

He won the competition!

He provided the force!

He killed the person too!

In the end, all that effort was wasted. Was all the blood he and his brothers shed for nothing?!

certainly!!

Lin Dong had long anticipated this outcome.

"Uncle Deng, does what you're saying mean I'm not qualified to take over Tsim Sha Tsui?"

"Then I'd like to hear what arrangements you have in mind, Uncle Deng?" Lin Dong stroked the rim of his teacup, his gaze turning somewhat cold as he looked at the slightly chilly tea inside.

However, a chilling smile appeared on his face.

Uncle Deng hadn't noticed the change in Lin Dong's expression at this point; he was simply washing the tea with a somewhat content expression on his face.

but.