Domination of the Heavens: Starting from Hong Kong Variety Show

Zhang first combined the European and American election theory with local conditions and localized it before telling the couple.

He talked for a long time, from noon to afternoon, and only when the sun went down did he make clear what he was going to do in the campaign.

"Okay, this is the preliminary plan. Campaigning is not something that can be accomplished overnight. We need to make long-term plans and plan ahead!"

"Brother and sister-in-law, after the plan begins, you must control your subordinates to prevent them from ruining our plan..."

Zhou Chaoxian and his wife Cui Miaoxiang were already dizzy from what they had heard. They had absorbed too much knowledge in just one afternoon and were unable to recover.

Fortunately, the couple took notes and could digest it slowly.

"It's getting late, so we'll stop here today. Plans are not set in stone, and we need to change our strategies based on changes at any time..."

"Hu——" They let out a long breath, put away their notebook and pen, rubbed their sore wrists, and felt like they were back in their student days.

"Ah Xian, it's a pity for you. If you had a good family background, you might have become a high-ranking official, or at least a mayor."

"I feel that you are more professional than our mayor..." Zhou Chaoxian now admires Zhang Xian very much.

Born tall and beautiful, with thoughts like springs and ideas like the wind. He is strong enough to destroy enemies and wise enough to plan strategies.

"Thank you for the compliment, brother. I was just talking. In the end, you have to do it yourself to know the result..." Zhang Xian was a little humble.

The reason why he encouraged the couple to run for legislators was mainly to find something for them to do.

Next, Zhang Xian had his own things to do, so he sent the couple away.

Zhou Chaoxian didn't know what Zhang Xian was thinking, he just thought that Zhang Xian was helping him wholeheartedly.

"Axian, according to the plan, Axiang and I are a little busy these days...we can't let you play alone." Zhou Chaoxian said with a little apology.

"Brother, why are you being so polite? I'm not a child. I won't get lost..."

the next day.

Zhou Chaoxian and his wife went to carry out the plan and bribe the media to create momentum.

Zhang Xian took his men to Taipei Prison.

When I came to Taipei Prison, I naturally wanted to see an old friend I had never met before, or to be more precise, my old friend's younger brother.

In the prison cell, a tall middle-aged prisoner was mopping the floor, muttering: "I'm old, and you still ask me to clean the place. It's really unfair!"

"They don't know how to respect the elderly at all... I will tell them when my son comes..."

Just as he was complaining about the unfairness of God, a prison guard walked up to him and said, "Ding Hai, someone is here to see you."

Hearing someone coming to see him, Ding Hai immediately threw the mop to the ground and jumped up excitedly: "My son is here to see me, my son is here to see me!"

Ding Hai's noisy behavior attracted the hatred of other prisoners around him: "Fuck you, you are still so energetic at your age..."

Soon, Ding Hai saw the people who came to see him through the glass.

Looking outside the glass at the handsome young man in a well-ironed suit, Ding Hai found that he did not recognize him and began to look for his son.

"Who are you? Where are my sons?"

Looking at Ding Hai, Zhang Xian smiled and said, "Uncle, don't look for him anymore. Ding Xiao Hai and the others didn't come. They are very busy recently, so they asked me to come and see you."

"If you need anything, tell me."

When Ding Hai heard that Zhang Xian was sent by his son, he immediately started to scold him: "You are so unfilial that you don't come to see your father when you are busy!"

After complaining about his son's lack of filial piety, Ding Hai began to make demands: "Look, listen carefully, I want to live in a single room. The person who lives in the same room with me has bad breath and his words stink to death."

"I'm old, tell them not to ask me to work, and I'm bored. Send me something to play with..."

"There's still money. Just give it to the people in the prison later. As long as you have money, you can have everything..."

Ding Hai really thought that Zhang Xian was sent by his son, and began to mention his needs. Zhang Xian smiled and nodded in agreement.

"Okay, it's okay, you can go now. Remember to tell my son that everyone must come to pick me up when I get out..."

After Ding Hai finished speaking, he put down the phone very proudly and left the visiting room.

After Ding Hai left, Zhang Xian asked the people around him, "Brother Hei, are there any brothers from our Songlin Gang in there?"

Brother Hei is called Hei Zai. He is Zhou Chaoxian's subordinate and the person in charge of Wanhua. He can be regarded as a hall master, and his sphere of influence is almost as large as Sham Shui Po.

At that time, Zhou Chaoxian said that Zhang Xian was the second in command and should be treated the same way, so Heige did not dare to neglect him.

"Brother Xian, this is Taipei Prison. Of course there are brothers from our Songlin Gang inside. I don't know the exact number, but there are probably at least over a hundred."

"Well, Brother Hei, please contact the leader of the Songlin Gang inside and ask him to help me take care of this old guy named Ding Hai."

Heige nodded: "OK, I'll make sure he's comfortable..."

Seeing that Brother Hei had misunderstood, Zhang explained first: "Brother Hei, when I say take care of you, I'm not really taking care of you. The old guy's son has a grudge against me in Hong Kong Island."

"I understand, Brother Xian, I will make sure he never leaves the prison!" Brother Hei made a beheading gesture, ready to let Ding Hai die in there.

"No, don't kill him. Just make him feel uncomfortable. I want to keep him for fun."

Hearing this, Brother Hei nodded and said, "I understand." He thought to himself: As expected of Brother Xian, he is as vicious as the gang leader.

Heige went to see the leader of the Songlin Gang in prison. Zhang Xian found the prison guard and asked, "Excuse me, which officer is in charge of Ding Hai's area?"

As Zhang Xian spoke, he handed over a rolled-up NT$1,000 bill, and the prison guard happily took Zhang Xian over.

"This is Section Chief Chen's office..."

After the introduction, the prison guard went in to report and after learning that it was a friendly guest, Section Chief Chen invited Zhang Xian in.

"Are you here for Ding Hai? You've already overdue your payment. Give us an extra fifty thousand this month. If we weren't watching over you, Ding Hai would be looking for trouble every day and his sentence would have been increased long ago..."

Section Chief Chen is a pot-bellied leader. From what he says, the Ding brothers have been spending money to protect Ding Hai.

Otherwise, given Ding Hai's personality and fighting ability, his sentence would probably be increased every day.

"Don't even mention 50,000, even 100,000 is fine. It's just that I'm not on Ding Hai's side. I'm his enemy."

"The Ding family has collapsed, and they may not come again in the future. Chief Chen, do you understand?"

Section Chief Chen was stunned for a moment, then nodded. After all, it was no matter whose business it was.

"Didn't ask?"

"Zhang first."

"Mr. Zhang, don't worry, we are sincere. As long as you are willing to pay, I can do it..."

"Before, the Ding family had to spend 500,000 yuan every month for his father. If Mr. Zhang is willing to pay this money, we are also willing to take care of Ding Kai according to Mr. Zhang's wishes."

Zhang Xian nodded: "OK, I'll send the money over right away. Arrange a crowded room for Ding Hai, the most unhygienic one. Ding Hai is over 50 years old, at the age of hard work. Arrange more work for him and let him have some free time..."

"By the way, my people will also take care of him, and Chief Chen can just turn a blind eye to it."