Domination of the Heavens: Starting from Hong Kong Variety Show

With a clang, the box containing the severed finger fell from his hand and landed on the ground.

Uncle Mei also sat down on the ground.

“Glorious…”

Chen Guangyao is the name of the prince. Guangyao means bringing honor to the family. Uncle Mei has high expectations for him.

However, the prince still likes to be called the prince.

And you want to bring honor to your family after you start a gang? That's just wishful thinking.

Wei Jixiang stood by and looked at the distraught Uncle Mei and the severed finger that popped out of the box.

I feel relieved. You old man finally got what you deserved.

Don't worry, the best is yet to come.

Wei Jixiang tore off a few pieces of tissue paper, wrapped the severed finger on the ground, and put it back into the box.

He closed the box and sighed, "Sangbo and his gang are really unruly!"

Uncle Mei originally thought that since he was the leader of Hongtai, Sangbo would not dare to do anything wrong, but he did not expect that Sangbo was really so cruel.

He actually cut off one of the prince's fingers over a disagreement.

"Uncle Mei, you'd better keep this away and don't let my sister-in-law see it..."

The sister-in-law Wei Jixiang mentioned was naturally the prince's wife.

Uncle Mei heard Wei Jixiang's reminder and then said, "Well, you're right, we need to put it away."

After properly keeping the severed finger, he continued to sit on the sofa waiting for Sangbo's call.

But Uncle Mei’s expression was not as relaxed as before.

He is old and won't be able to stay in the leading position for many more years.

Although he has a grandson, he is still young. If something happens to the prince, the career he has worked hard for half his life will be wasted.

Nothing can happen to the prince, at least not before his grandson is able to accept the society.

He wanted to make Hongtai like Hongxing, passed down from father to son.

……

Wei Jixiang remembered Zhang Xian's instructions and comforted Uncle Mei: "Uncle Mei, I believe that as long as we follow what Sang Bo said, Prince Brother will be fine."

"Everything is okay? Didn't you see it just now?" Uncle Mei couldn't help but scolding Wei Jixiang after hearing what he said.

Wei Jixiang sighed. Sure enough, the boss was right about everything he said. In the eyes of these old guys, he, Wei Jixiang, was just a clown.

Seeing that Uncle Mei's attitude towards him was not very good, Wei Jixiang did not make himself unhappy.

Waiting for the call from there.

A few minutes later, the phone rang.

This time, Uncle Mei picked up the phone with extreme nervousness.

"Uncle Mei, did you receive everything I sent you?"

When Uncle Mei heard the voice of Sang Bo on the phone, he immediately pleaded:

"Sangbo, I agree to all your requests. As long as you let my son come back alive, I will agree to it!"

The words are sincere, vividly showing the scene of an old father caring about his son's safety.

Sang Bo smiled and said, "Haha, OK, fifty million. Uncle Mei will give you two hours to prepare. After two hours, you will pay me and get the goods!"

"Fifty million! How can I have so much money?" Uncle Mei felt like the sky was falling when he heard this astronomical figure.

Their Hongtai is a small club with an annual revenue of just over one million, and there are so many people up and down the ladder to share it.

Although they were doing some shady business in private, the cash he could raise now was only more than 30 million.

There is still more than 10 million away from 50 million.

"Oh? Uncle Mei, it seems that you haven't thought it through yet. Then I'll send you something else."

"Send his five-fingered hand to his father..."

Hearing this, Uncle Mei immediately shouted: "No, I promise, I promise..."

Losing a finger is no big deal, but losing a hand is a big problem.

Since it has to be redeemed anyway, the more complete the better.

Sang Bo on the other end of the phone stopped the person who was about to take action.

"Uncle Mei, once you've thought it over, hurry up and raise the money. If you don't get a reply in two hours, I'll continue to send you things."

Uncle Mei frowned. He must save the prince, but he didn't have so much money at the moment.

He saved more than 30 million for his son and grandson.

This is already the limit. To raise 50 million, it would be impossible unless one sells the villa, luxury car, and several shops.

"Wait, can you give me a few more days? I don't have enough money. I need to sell my car and house to get enough money."

It was obvious that Sangbo on the other end of the phone didn't buy it.

"Haha, Uncle Mei, what tricks are you playing on me?"

"Let me be frank. I know you are the leader of Hongtai. I am no match for you. So, I will run away as soon as the sun rises."

"If you don't deliver the money before dawn, I will kill your son and never come back."

"So, don't try to delay."

"If you need money, you can go and borrow it. Don't you have so many people in Hongtai? Anyway, it's twelve o'clock now, and there are still six hours."

When Mei Shu heard Sang Bo’s words, his teeth were about to break.

He wished he could tear the other person into pieces. In his entire life, when had he ever suffered such humiliation?

But now the prince is in someone else's hands, and he can only listen to them.

"Okay, okay, I'll go raise the money..." During the conversation, Uncle Mei glanced at Wei Jixiang behind him and suddenly had an idea.

Covering the phone, he turned to Wei Jixiang and said, "Axiang, go outside and see if anyone is watching us."

Wei Jixiang knew that the other party wanted to get him away, and there were some things that were not suitable for him to hear.

But it doesn’t matter, the person on the other end of the phone is our own and we know what they are saying.

"Okay, Uncle Mei." Wei Jixiang walked out of the room.

Uncle Mei immediately asked in a low voice: "Sangbo, Wei Jixiang injured you back then, and now Wei Jixiang is in my hands."

"If I hand Wei Jixiang over to you, can I get my son back in exchange?"

Sang Bo on the other end of the phone was silent for a while and looked at Gao Jin behind him.

Gao Jin shook his head and said softly, "It's not possible to exchange it, but I can give it a discount, up to two million."

Sang Bo relayed this to Uncle Mei: "Haha, switch? How can a little scoundrel like Wei Jixiang compare to the prince?"

"How about this, Wei Jixiang can be worth two million, and now you only need to give me forty-eight million."

"Okay, hold on tight."

This time, Sang Bo didn't give Uncle Mei a chance to speak and hung up the phone.

Gao Jin called Wei Jixiang and told him that Uncle Mei used it as payment.

Let him wait and act according to the plan.

When Wei Jixiang heard the plan, he burst into laughter out of anger.

No wonder, when the boss first saw him, he said he was a big villain.

Now it seems that he was really a big victim. If he had not joined the boss's team, he would have been made a scapegoat.

It is estimated that the person captured by Sangbo now is his son.

Wei Jixiang's expression changed, and he walked into the villa: "Uncle Mei, I looked around and didn't see any strangers around."

At this time, Uncle Mei was borrowing money from two elders of the society.

"Aji, don't worry. I will pay you back in a while, and add another two percentage points to your future dividends..."

After some deception, I finally borrowed five million from Dakouji.

I borrowed another five million from Uncle Lin.

Now it's 48 million, and there's still a shortfall of 3 million.

I can ask my daughter-in-law for some of the three million, but it is estimated that there is still a little short.