I haven't been a boss for many years

"That's not a bad thing."

As for whether Shen Xin will take the bait,

Then it all depends on Shen Xin's thoughts,

Zhang Guobin didn't force him either!

"Bingo."

"Then I'll go to the kennel first."

Li Chenghao said.

"Ah."

Zhang Guobin nodded slightly.

Two days later.

morning.

Xiucai was squatting in a kennel, his Chinese tunic suit was already filthy, his hair like a chicken coop was stained with dog hair and feces, the kennel was surrounded by barking dogs, and in the dog bowl in front of him was a dry mess. It was so clean that there was not even the bottom of the bowl left.

Except for the dog food and clean water left in the previous kennel, the people in the kennel have not delivered food for two days.

Xiucai was not only mentally tortured, but also pale and emaciated from hunger, and he was nestled in the corner of the kennel.

At first glance, it was hard to tell whether it was a human or a dog.

"Bang Dang." There was a sound of opening the door of the kennel.

Li Chenghao was wearing a white suit, stepped on pointed leather shoes, kicked away the two garbage on the ground with a little disgust, waved his hand, walked to the kennel, and made a gesture. An uncle struck the iron gate of the kennel and looked at the dog with contempt Shenery.

The scholar raised his head listlessly, and looked at Li Chenghao. Li Chenghao raised his chin with his feet, took a closer look, nodded and said, "Are you still alive?"

"Take it away!" Li Chenghao gave an order, and Abo took out the sack and stepped forward to set up the scholar.

Xiucai barely struggled a few times, but due to his weak body, his hands and feet were weak, so he was wrapped in a sack and tied with a rope in a blink of an eye.

Li Chenghao asked someone to throw Xiucai into the trunk.

Along the way, Xiucai struggled as hard as he could. Half an hour later, he was thrown on the ground. When someone untied the sack for him, Xiucai slowly opened his eyes. It wasn’t the cold sea breeze blowing on his face, but the gentle air conditioner. air conditioner.

Li Chenghao was stepping on a chair, smoking a cigarette, sitting in the living room of the private room of the Peninsula Hotel, beside a dining table, looking at Xiucai with sharp eyes: "Dog Xiucai, how have these 48 hours been?"

"..." Xiucai's head turned red, he stared at the dining table, and swallowed.

On the dining table, there are six dishes and a bowl of rice.

Li Chenghao stared at him coldly and said: "Bingge is very merciful, I spare your life, and let you be an inner ghost in Shenghe. From now on, you will not be Binge's partner."

"It's Bingo's dog."

"Woof." The scholar opened his mouth very naturally and called out.

Li Chenghao looked sullen, kicked over the chair, stood up, kicked the scholar on the back, kicked the scholar to the ground, and threatened: "Why don't you know how to be a dog?"

"You are Bingge's song, you can only call it to Bingge!"

"Understand what?"

"I...I...I see, Brother Hao." Xiucai stammered, out of breath.

Li Chenghao let go of the scholar's cry, and said unhappily: "Bing Ge prepared lunch for you, finish it well, take a bath, and go back to Shenghe to be your red stick sole."

A red stick disappeared for a few days, which is a trivial matter in Jianghu.

Li Chenghao took a few steps forward, then suddenly turned his head and stared at Xiucai.

Xiucai just stood up, but immediately retreated to the ground.

"Bing Ge can decide the life and death of your whole family with one word, don't cause trouble for Bin Ge in the future."

"Bing Ge is also very good to his dog." Li Chenghao slammed the door and left with a group of young horses at the door. The scholar sat slumped on the ground, calmed down for a moment, and rushed to the dining table.

A week later.

Jiahe Building.

General Manager's Office.

Zhang Guobin, Zou Huaiwen, Cheng Long, Hong Jingbao, the four of them were sitting by the sofa drinking tea together, chatting about the release of "Project A".

"Project A" has now been produced, and the dividends of all parties are fixed in the contract. After watching the samples of "Project A", Zou Huaiwen immediately realized that this is an important transformation of Cheng Long. Created by DreamWorks, and the film is fully invested by DreamWorks, Golden Harvest can only draw a share of the cinema in "Plan A", but fortunately there is still a sum of money for overseas distribution.

It's a pity that Mr. Zhang has his own channel for Taiwan's overseas distribution. Otherwise, Zou Huaiwen would like to buy out the overseas copyright of "Plan A", and then open up channels privately to go to Taiwan to draw. When DreamWorks painted "The True Colors of Heroes II" , it has been proved that there is a strong relationship with Taiwan and the island, and it can be imported in another shell.

Of course, anyone can see that there is a quota limit for this method of importing shells. Otherwise, it is impossible for Mr. Zhang to appear in only a few films a year, and many DreamWorks films are not produced on Taiwan Island.

This time the three-party chat scene was very friendly, and all the arrangements went smoothly. Driven by interests, everyone put on a smiling face, but in private, Golden Harvest will definitely play tricks and continue to strive for investment in Cheng Long's new film. After all, how would Golden Harvest's international superstar, which cost hundreds of millions of dollars, be willing to hand it over easily?

However, the film industry is a place where strength speaks. After DreamWorks created "Project A", Cheng Long, Hong Jingbao and others naturally knew how to choose, and as soon as "Project A" was released, the hot box office, It will prove that DreamWorks has the strength to cooperate with top superstars, and many films can be scheduled.

"Mr. Zhang, what are you free tonight?"

"Brother Bao and I would like to invite you to have dinner together, thank you for your hard work on the film." In the evening, the four of them drank tea.

Zhang Guobin bid farewell to Zou Huaiwen, Zou Huaiwen walked all the way to the elevator entrance, Zhang Guobin, Cheng Long, and Hong Jingbao took the elevator downstairs together.

As soon as the elevator doors closed, Cheng Long stood beside him, showing a shy smile, and sincerely invited.

Zhang Guobin raised his hand and looked at his watch, showing an uncomfortable smile. Hong Jingbao was very observant, and immediately interjected: "If Mr. Zhang is not free, that's okay, we have to drink tea together."

"Brother Bao, tonight I specially called the prettiest girl from Belarus to take a plane and airborne." Cheng Long said with a little disappointment.

He also wanted to socialize with Zhang Sheng.

Cheng Long aimed his eyes at Zhang Guobin. Sure enough, Zhang Sheng showed interest, and then said regretfully: "Sorry, Hong Sheng, Aaron, the company has a meeting tonight, and I have to go back to check the accounts."

"Company meeting, isn't it just a matter of one sentence..." Cheng Long felt that Zhang Guobin was the boss of the company, so he blurted out, but Hong Jingbao immediately pushed his elbow against his arm, and shouted in a deep voice, "A-Long!"

Cheng Long's heart was agitated, and he suddenly remembered the name of Zhang Sheng's company, and immediately changed his words with a smile: "Zhang Sheng, we can make an appointment when we are free."

Zhang Guobin smiled and nodded slightly: "Okay, I will be the host next time."

"Zhang Sheng, the elevator is here." Hong Jingbao supported the elevator and said respectfully, "Please first."

Zhang Guobin was also polite, and strode straight out of the elevator.Cheng Long followed behind with Hong Jingbao to send Zhang Sheng out of the gate of Jiahe Building, watching Zhang Sheng get into the Mercedes-Benz under the protection of a group of staff in suits and leather shoes, with envy on his face, he couldn't help saying: "How much money do I have to earn to get a job?" There is Zhang Sheng's ostentation, Brother Bao."

"Some ostentation can't be earned by making money. You have to focus on making money and keep a low profile first." Hong Jingbao looked back at him and warned.

Cheng Long rubbed his head: "If you can't be a gangster, you have to be a movie boss."

"Hehe, then you should learn from Zhang Sheng, and start by donating to the charity fund." Hong Jingbao said.

"Bingge, the contract with Shen Xin is almost finalized." Li Chenghao drove the car and reported aloud: "Half a month ago, Yuanxing Group sent the site blueprint, and you have confirmed it."

"Yeah." Zhang Guobin remembered this matter, and said, "You can take over, and leave the rest to me."

Zhang Guobin sat in the back row, picked up his mobile phone, dialed the phone, looked out the window with a cigarette in his mouth.

"Beep, beep, beep."

"Hey, big brother, what's the matter?" Wen Qiren sat in the office, picked up the phone, half-chaired on the back of the sofa, playing with a pencil in his hand.

"Are the police investigating very closely recently?" Zhang Guobin asked.

"No, there is no news from the intelligence department recently." Wen Qiren said in surprise.

Chapter 150 Prince Yihai: Prince

"how come?"

Zhang Guobin chuckled and said, "Since the Wen Kam To incident last time, the anti-drug team and oji have killed Yihai Logistics. The intelligence department is under a lot of pressure."

"Let me give you some news. Yuan Bao's horse car cannons are traded in Xin Lan Que Museum in Mong Kok all year round. In the Mingsheng Building behind Xin Lan Que Museum, there is a fan stall warehouse hidden."

"These places are all under the focus of the intelligence department. Be careful, be careful, be careful."

Wen Qiren stopped the pencil in his hand, straightened his waist, and swiped the pen to write down the names of two places.

"Thank you, sir."

"Now the police will definitely be watching closely."

Wen Qiren held the phone in his left hand and spoke in a serious tone.

"Ah."

"Do well."

Zhang Guobin hung up the phone with a "click", raised his head, and looked at Li Chenghao in front of him. Li Chenghao looked at his heart with his nose and nose. After a while, Fang raised his eyes to look at the rearview mirror, staring at Zhang Guobin in the mirror and shouted: "Boss, the police won't really want to deal with Yihai Logistics?"

"Ugh."

Zhang Guobin sighed: "Money is hard to earn, shit is hard to eat, life is hard!"

Wen Qiren walked out of the office, handed a piece of paper to his team members, tapped the table with his hand, and warned in a solemn voice: "Keep an eye on these two places for me!"

"If anything happens, let me know right away."

"Yes, sir!" The sheriff immediately got up and shouted in salute.

"Squeak." The Mercedes-Benz was parked in Mong Kok, at the bottom of an old photo studio.

Zhang Guobin opened the car door to get out of the car, raised his head, and looked at the window on the second floor, just in time to see a macaw with beautiful feathers and small eyes that was looking around all the time.

"Wangcai." Zhang Guobin shouted, the parrot lowered its head, looked at him, then raised its head again, ignoring him.

"This stinky bird is still very tempered." Zhang Guobin marveled, laughed twice, and walked into the Guangming photo studio. In the photo studio, Uncle Gen was standing behind the counter, wiping a picture frame with a towel.

He saw Zhang Guobin bring the leading horse into the door, and greeted him very warmly: "Abin, Ahao, are you all right here?"

"Uncle Gen, everything is fine." With a chuckle on his face, Zhang Guobin stopped in front of the counter and asked deliberately, "How are you? Uncle Gen."

"An old bone, it's still healthy." Uncle Gen kept wiping the photo frame and said with a smile, "Go up, Grandpa is waiting for you for a meeting."

"I have something important to announce today."

"Well, I'll go upstairs first." Zhang Guobin nodded, said goodbye to Uncle Gen for a while, and took Li Chenghao up the wooden ladder together, but he was extremely vigilant in his heart.

This year, the overall development of Heyihai is stable and upward. There are good and bad in each hall, but the overall income is a lot of money. The last meeting before the end of the year, what important things will be announced?

This is definitely a big plan for the development of the club next year!

Heichai was standing in front of the window sill, wearing a black Tang suit, looking at the Mercedes-Benz below.

Su Youming wore a white shirt, waved a paper fan in his hand, and looked into the distance: "Brother Chai, are you in a hurry?"

"What are you in a hurry for?" Heichai smiled, grabbed a handful of sunflower seeds, shook his palms, handed them to the birdcage and said, "My grandchildren are all waiting for me to pee in San Francisco. Now we have settled the matter with Yihai Honghuo, if the situation changes in the future and we will be entangled in troubles, we will not be able to leave."

"Oh, I'm just afraid that the crown prince will be unwilling." Su Youming looked melancholy.

However, Heichai's complexion changed, and he said aloud: "From the first day he joined Heyihai, he was doomed to work for Yihai's brand!"

"It doesn't matter what he says about this matter, but what I say doesn't count. No one can stop me from living up to my old age and enjoying family happiness!"

"Grandpa." Zhang Guobin happened to climb up to the attic and shouted at the entrance of the stairs. Heichai turned his head slightly, with a smile on his face: "Prince, it's so early."

"You sit first."

"Yes, Grandpa." Zhang Guobin walked to the seat, pulled out the chair, and sat on the wooden chair in a suit.

Heichai continued to tease the parrot, while Master Su stood beside Grandpa, shaking the paper fan gently, watching the scenery, the two of them were thinking about something, but when the big bottoms went up to the attic, they could only see Grandpa With the back of the palm counter, they called to sit in the hall for a lifetime according to the rules, and then came to the seats one by one to sit down, looked at each other, and vaguely felt that the atmosphere was not right.

Soon, Fei Lin sat down on the chair, the ten heroes of Yihai arrived, and the white paper fans of each hall stood behind the hall master, and the atmosphere in the attic was solemn.

Zhang Guobin glanced at Fei Lin on the opposite side with a questioning look in his eyes. Has there been any major incident between Tsim Sha Tsui Hall and Shenghe recently?

Fei Lin shook his head with doubts in his eyes, no, ordinary fights and killings, bloody fights in the rivers and lakes, a few corpses thrown into the sea have not yet surfaced, how could something big happen?

Heichai waited until the Yihai Ten Heroes were seated, put the melon seeds in his hand back on the plate, held the faucet stick in his hand, and led Master Su back to the long table.

Mr. Su folded his paper fan and stood beside the chair with his hands tied but did not sit down. Heichai walked past the grand teacher's chair, followed closely by everyone's eyes, and came to the incense table in front of him. The candles were lit, facing the three heroes and five patriarchs on the incense table, and slowly preaching: "Since 51 years ago, He Yihai, the first generation of He Yihai, fled to Xiangjiang and came ashore from Fanling, New Territories. , stayed overnight in Sansheng Palace, paid homage to Hehetu, and made a name for himself at the Kowloon Pier with a sweat towel. Later, Hehetu split up, and the first generation led 73 brothers to erect the four-character name of Yihai Zanglong. At that moment, Yi Hai, the word Yi is the first!"

"So far, He Yihai has been handed down to No. 13 generations, and each generation has always put the Yihai plaque before their lives, and put the jobs of the Yihai brothers above their glory and wealth."

"And counting from the previous three generations, none of them survived to a good end. Either they died in a vendetta, or they died under the gun of the police. The seventh generation died at the hands of their brothers, and there was also a shipwreck. Died of illness... Everyone says that sitting in the hall is the position of the three evil spirits, but there are tens of thousands of brothers, without sitting in the hall, how can Yihai be united?"

"When He Yihai was at its worst, there were only two streets left in the New Territories, and people at No. 370. Everyone said that Yihai was a sunset club that would collapse after 75 years. People from He Shenghe offered 30 yuan to buy it. The brand of Yihai Hidden Dragon, but that year, I joined the Yihai Club. In the second year, I fought for the club from the New Territories to Kowloon. I was arrested by the police a total of [-] times. The club sold the photo studio to Inspector Zonghua I was released on bail, and I didn't take it back to the photo studio for the club until Detective Zonghua escaped from Xiangjiang."

The ten heroes of Yihai sat on the chairs one by one, with cigarettes between their fingertips, or cups of tea in their palms. They could not help but look more and more serious when they heard about the history of Yihai in detail.

Some people looked shocked, as if they had already guessed something.

Zhang Guobin raised his teacup and took a sip, his fingers trembling.