Domination of the Heavens: Starting from Hong Kong Variety Show

"If you ask me, Ah Xian did the right thing this time. Otherwise, who would take Hutchison seriously?"

"What do the gangs say now? The thugs come from Hongxing, the four-man gangs come from Dongxing, and the united gangs come from Jijing... Now that Ah Xian has driven away Hongxing, who dares to say that?"

Lao Guigang's words surprised all the uncles and uncles present.

In their opinion, Lao Guigang should be on the team that blows the chicken, so why would he speak up for Zhang Xian?

The one who looked the most surprised was Deng Bo, because Lao Guigang was his confidant and always did things according to Deng Bo's instructions.

Why didn’t you talk to him today and speak for Zhang Xian?

Deng Bo did not speak directly, but coughed and looked at Chuanbao.

Chuanbao looked at Deng Bo and instantly understood Deng Bo's intention. He turned to Lao Gui and said:

"Old ghost, it's your fault that your Jordan territory was taken away by others. Your own descendants are not up to the task and can't even defend their own territory. Who do you blame?"

"If everyone is like Zhang Xian, wouldn't the society be in chaos? What do we old guys need?"

Although Chuanbao is called Chuanbao, he used to be the society’s White Paper Fan, the person in charge of negotiations.

Naturally, he was eloquent and with just two sentences, he brought the other uncles and aunts who had not expressed their opinions to his side.

Yes, if everyone were like Zhang Xian and did things quietly, the society would be in chaos.

These old things of theirs are useless.

Chuiji, seeing this, walked to the corner with the phone and whispered, "Axian, the situation is not good. Deng Bo and Chuanbao are holding on to us..."

Zhang thought for a moment and asked, "What is Lao Gui's attitude?"

"Old Ghost? He did speak up for you just now, but it was useless..."

Zhang Xian said into the phone: "Brother Ji, listen to me..."

Half a minute later, Chuiji put down the phone that had been hung up and returned to the center of the meeting.

Chuanbao was still talking loudly about the rules of the club.

Chuiji took a deep breath, thinking about what Zhang Xian had just taught him on the phone, and said:

"Kuanbao I think what you said is wrong, is Jordan part of the society?"

Chuanbao glanced at Chuiji and nodded with a cold face.

"Of course, what do you want to say?"

Chuiji replied: "Since Jordan is part of us and Liansheng, then what did you say before that Jordan's people are incompetent?"

Chuanbao frowned, he didn't understand why Chuiji suddenly became hard.

"So what? Could it be that the fact that their Jordan territory was taken away by someone else has something to do with us?"

Chuiji thought for a moment, then said, "Of course there is. Just like what Lao Gui said before, if our club had not been too soft in recent years, how could other clubs dare to seize our territory?"

"This time, Ah Xian has driven Hung Hing out of Sham Shui Po, giving us another territory. In the past, this would have been something that everyone praised."

“Why is it wrong now?”

"Since I am the person in charge of the society, I will handle this matter."

Chuiji took a quick glance and found that the people sitting there were a bit vulgar and their eyes were evasive.

Especially when facing Deng Bo, Chuiji performed very badly.

"In this matter, Ah Xian is right. After all, it was the Hongxing people who started the fight first! So I speak on behalf of the society, I support Ah Xian!"

"In addition, we also have to deal with the matter in Jordan. Just like what Lao Gui said, we must not let the nine halls become eight."

Although they were very unhappy, Chuiji was now the one in charge, so these old guys had no choice but to agree.

After everyone else agreed, Uncle Deng finally spoke up: "A person who has the final say should act like one who has the final say. I support you."

“But what about the site in Sham Shui Po? Who should manage it?”

What Deng Bo meant was that the piece of land that Zhang Xian had taken was not going to be given to Zhang Xian, and he was going to set up a new gang.

Chuiji knew that Zhang Xian would definitely not agree to this matter, and he could not help Zhang Xian agree to it, so he could only stiffen his neck and pretend to be tough and say:

"Of course it will be handed over to Zhang Xian. The territory he conquered will definitely be managed by him."

Deng Bo was not satisfied with the result and said immediately: "If you want benefits but are unwilling to work hard, there will be no such good thing."

"But if he wants the society to support him and he's not willing to share things with his brothers, there's no such thing as a good thing."

"Blowing chicken, this is not the way to be a leader."

Deng Bo’s suppression power over Liansheng’s uncles was still too strong. After saying a word and looking at Chuiji, Chuiji didn’t know what to do.

He could only bow his head and say, "Uncle Deng, the territory was won by others with great effort. No one would agree to ask him to share it with others, right?"

Deng Bo had no expression on his face, and just said calmly: "If it weren't for the protection of the society, could he deal with Hongxing alone?"

"After all, Hongxing is also afraid of us and Liansheng. Otherwise, how can Zhang Xian stop Hongxing?"

"You should go and discuss this matter with Zhang Xian. It won't work if you want benefits but are unwilling to contribute."

Deng Bo said this, without waiting for Chuiji's response, he walked out of the meeting room with his cane and the help of his bodyguards.

Others also left the meeting room one after another.

There is only the trio of Chuiji, Maodun and Shuangfandong, but this time there is an additional Laoguigang.

Lao Gui said to Chui Ji: "I promised you something, now it's your turn."

Chuiji's face lit up, the three old men looked at each other, and immediately called Zhang Xian.

"Ah Xian, I'm blowing chicken."

Zhang Xian had just arrived downstairs of Fang's house and was about to get off the car, but when he heard Chuiji's call, he sat back in his seat.

"Brother Chicken, is it done?"

Zhang Xian thought that if he spoke according to his own way, he could basically shut these old guys up.

A guilty voice came from the phone: "It's done, that is..."

Zhang Xian urged: "Just what? Tell me."

Blowing Chicken sighed and said, "It's just that Uncle Deng said that he wants you to divide up some of that land."

When Zhang Xian heard Uncle Deng asking him to divide the territory, he said without giving it a second thought, "Impossible. Let Uncle Deng talk to me himself."

"Is it the society that's moldy, or are these old guys moldy?"

"How can you say something like that?"

Zhang Xian knew that it was useless to tell this matter to Chui Ji, because in front of others, Chui Ji was the one who had the final say with Lian Sheng.

But in front of the old man Deng Bo, the person in charge is just like an ordinary member.

Because this old guy has so much experience and has outlasted many people who were in charge.

Zhang Xian was still in the car, standing in the upstairs corridor looking at Fang Ting downstairs, and saw Zhang Xian's motorcade.

Ever since he mastered the Wading Technique, whenever Zhang Xian went out, he would be accompanied by four bodyguards in front and behind, with himself in the middle.

Fang Ting looked for a while and thought it was most likely Zhang Xian, so she went downstairs.

When he went downstairs and looked through the car window, it was indeed Zhang Xian. He immediately walked up to him enthusiastically.

After taking a few steps, he was stopped by Zhang Xian's bodyguards.

Fang Ting could only yell to Zhang Xian: "Brother Xian..."

Hearing this, Zhang Xian looked out the window, opened the car door, and waved to Fang Ting.

That day, the corners of his mouth curled up, he got into the car with a smile and sat next to Zhang Xian.

As Zhang Xian spoke, he held Fang Ting in his arms.

"Okay, Brother Ji, let's leave it at that. I know it's hard for you to be caught in the middle... I'll remember your favor, so let's leave it at that. I'll treat you to a meal next time."

He hung up the phone and looked at Fang Ting.

"Xiaoting..."