Domination of the Heavens: Starting from Hong Kong Variety Show

"Gandhi, you and I are both loyal. Let's join forces to deal with Ni Yongxiao and do the Ni family's business together."

"It's better for the two of us to share than for the four of you to share, right?"

Zhang Xian's move is called retreat in order to advance, combining the real and the fake.

If Zhang Xian simply said that he wanted to help because he couldn't stand it, Gandhi would definitely not believe it.

However, Zhang Xian used the pretext of wanting to get involved in the Ni family's business, which made Gandhi think that Zhang Xian was really interested in their business.

So Gandhi nodded slightly, thought about it for a moment, and weighed whether to agree to Zhang Xian.

He now believes what Zhang Xian said. After all, people are greedy.

Ni Yongxiao asked Zhang Xian to replace them and be his subordinate, but Zhang Xian was very greedy and did not want to be his subordinate.

Want to be your own banker.

After understanding the logic of the behavior, Gandhi's eyes moved slightly and he picked up the wine glass in front of him.

"Okay, Brother Xian, since you are so loyal, I, Gandhi, won't waste my words! We can cooperate!"

Zhang Xian had been observing. He noticed Gandhi's micro-expressions and knew that this guy was not honest.

However, Zhang Xian didn't take it seriously, because these verbal communications were just the next step.

It would take some action to lure Gandhi into the trap he had set.

So Zhang first showed his happiness, picked up his glass and clinked it with Gandhi's: "Boss Gandhi, happy cooperation."

"Pleasant to work with."

After the two clinked their glasses, they both drank the wine in their glasses, and after finishing the glass, they smiled at each other.

Gandhi put down his glass and asked anxiously, "Brother Xian, what should we do to get rid of them and divide the Ni family's business equally?"

Zhang Xian smiled pretentiously and said, "Lao Gan, have you ever heard of killing someone with a borrowed knife? Using a trick to defeat the opponent?"

"To kill with a borrowed knife? To use another's tactics against another's? " Gandhi thought about it and realized that these seemed to be two idioms.

He knew how to kill someone with a borrowed knife, but he didn't quite understand how to turn the opponent's tactics against him.

Zhang Xian repeated: "Yes, using a knife to kill someone, using a trick to kill someone."

Gandhi scratched his head awkwardly and said, "Brother Xian, we are all brothers in the same business. Stop being so pretentious. Can you please put it in a simpler way?"

"Okay, Lao Gan, since you said so, why not? To kill someone with a borrowed knife means we use the power of the police to intimidate Guohua, the black man, Wen Zheng and the others to go on the road."

"We will take advantage of this plan. Ni Yongxiao wants to attack you. We will use this plan to kill him directly..."

Zhang first explained his plan, but Gandhi still didn't quite understand.

Just when Gandhi wanted to ask again, Zhang Xian received a call.

Zhang Xian deliberately turned on the speakerphone so that Gandhi could hear it.

"Boss, Guohua, and the black guy have all called their men together. I don't know what they are going to do..."

"What? You said they have gathered their men? What are they going to do?"

"Maybe he's preparing to take action."

"okay, I get it."

Zhang Xian hung up the phone and looked at Gandhi with a gloomy face: "Gandhi, are you going to take action against the Ni family today?"

Gandhi was stunned, took out his phone, and prepared to call and ask: "No, I just don't want to pay today..."

Gandhi said, calling the nigger, "Hey nigger, this is Gandhi. You have gathered your men together. What are you going to do?"

The black man on the other end of the phone smiled and said perfunctorily: "Nothing, it's just that the accounts are a little unclear, so I called my people over to check the accounts."

"I'm a bit busy here. Let's meet and talk in the evening. I'm hanging up now." The black man said and hung up the phone.

Gandhi was a little confused: "Check the accounts? What is there to check?"

Zhang Xian smiled knowingly and reminded: "Call Guohua and ask him."

Gandhi did as he was told, thought about Guohua's phone number, and then called him.

The call was quickly connected, and Gandhi showed great emotion towards this man who was having an affair with his wife:

"Guohua, I'm Gandhi. My men said they saw you and gathered all your people. What are you going to do?"

Guohua on the other end of the phone felt a little embarrassed, after all, he had slept with Gandhi's wife.

"Gandhi, I'm just checking the accounts. I'm busy. Let's meet and chat in the evening."

Just like the nigger, he made an excuse about checking the accounts and hung up the phone.

At this time Gandhi also discovered something was wrong.

After all, it would be fine if only one person checked the accounts, but what a coincidence that both of them summoned their subordinates to check the accounts?

There is no such thing as a coincidence.

Gandhi felt something was wrong, but he couldn't figure out what was going on.

"Why are both of them checking the accounts?"

Zhang Xian continued to remind him, "Lao Gan, do you think the black guy Guohua will unite with you and do something bad to you?"

Gandhi was stunned, with a pair of toad-like eyes, looking at Zhang Xian doubtfully through his glasses: "No way?"

"What do you mean they can't? One of them stole your money, and the other one slept with your wife. In order to prevent you from dealing with them, what can't they do to you first?"

Gandhi was obviously a little panicked after being reminded of this.

"No way, they shouldn't know that I already know what they did..."

Gandhi said something rather roundabout, meaning that he believed that the blacks and Guohua did not know that he, Gandhi, already knew the truth.

So it is unlikely that they will be attacked.

Zhang Xian continued to remind and guide them, saying: "They don't know that you already know it, but what if someone told them?"

"Or maybe someone is using these things to threaten them, so they plan to join forces to kill you first..."

Although Gandhi was not smart, he was not a fool. After Zhang Xian explained it so clearly, he finally understood what was going on.

"You mean Ah Xiao?"

Zhang Xian touched his chin and speculated seriously:

"It's possible. Maybe Ah Xiao knew that you were going to rebel, so he used these handles to threaten them. So they planned to kill you first?"

"Ah Xiao is even more sinister than his father Ni Kun."

When Gandhi thought that these people were coming for him, he could no longer sit still and immediately stood up from his chair.

He could no longer sit there and wait for death, and suddenly he felt a sense of crisis.

"Lao Gan, where are you going?" Zhang Xian pretended to be confused and asked even though he knew the answer.

Gandhi replied anxiously: "Of course I told them to be ready. They are coming to kill me. How can I just sit there and wait for death?"

"Is that so? Go ahead then. Be careful on the road and call me if you need anything." Zhang Xian didn't try to persuade him to stay.

Gandhi didn't think much about it, walked out of the private room, waved his hand, and walked out with his four younger brothers.

After leaving the restaurant, Gandhi did not let his younger brother drive in order to save time.

There is a valet parking service, but it takes some time for the valet to drive the car.

He needed to hurry now, so he took people to the garage.

As soon as he entered the garage, Gandhi found something wrong. There were several people standing on every pillar of the garage.

Looking at these people, Gandhi discovered a hint of banditry in them, and just when Gandhi felt something was wrong.

Eighty-four young men in black clothes and black pants walked out of the garage door. Their clothes were not important; what was important was that they all held a newspaper in their hands.

When I looked inside the newspaper, I saw something was wrapped inside.

"There's an ambush!"