Domination of the Heavens: Starting from Hong Kong Variety Show

"I just finished talking to the robber on the phone. Uncle Long Gen wanted us to listen to the robber...

Uncle Long Gen is going to use his savings to redeem himself, and he also hopes for help from the society. ..."

When Uncle Quan heard that Long Gen asked Zhang to ask the society for money first, his face immediately turned gloomy.

The same thing went to Uncle Deng, who was sitting opposite him. Uncle Quan and Uncle Deng had the same idea.

There is no money for you, and no other things for you either.

At most, it's just a verbal thought.

But he still had to show some respect, so Uncle Quan asked in a gentle tone, "Ah Xian, how much can you get from Long Gen?"

Zhang Xian thought for a moment and said, "Two million! Uncle Long Gen can come up with two million."

"Two million? You said Long Gen only took two million?"

Uncle Quan and Uncle Deng were both a little bit unbelievable. Long Gen occupied such a good location in Sham Shui Po, and this old guy was good at making things dirty.

Not to mention the protection fees for half of Sham Shui Po, it would be a huge amount of money, at least hundreds of thousands a month, plus the prostitutes and brothels in Long Gen's hands.

After so many years, it was easy to make five or six million, but now when it comes time to ask for money, there is only two million?

Two million is not a small amount, but if we give two million out of ten million, who will give the remaining eight million?

Zhang Xian had said this to Deng Bo before, that the maximum he would give was 100,000.

This kind of mosquito legs can basically be ignored.

So Long Gen meant that 8 million yuan was going to help Liansheng? Neither Uncle Deng nor Uncle Quan would agree to this.

Even if they agreed, the leaders of other halls below would not agree.

Eight million? In their opinion, even if the dragon root was sold, it would not be worth eight million.

Therefore, eight million is impossible. If it was eight hundred thousand, it would still be possible to make He Liansheng and many other people in charge to show some appreciation.

Uncle Quan and Uncle Deng exchanged glances. Uncle Quan nodded and said into the phone, "Axian, this has never happened before."

"Besides, these robbers never kidnap people just for money. If you give Long Gen money, he may not come back."

"I have discussed this with Uncle Deng. We will find someone to handle this matter. Don't worry. Without Long Gen, something will definitely happen in Sham Shui Po."

"At this time, you have to help the society to watch..."

The two old guys were both shrewd people and tried to avoid the money issue with just a few words.

After all, what Uncle Quan just said is very tempting to ordinary gangsters.

Now that Long Gen is gone, Zhang Xian has to help the society look after the territory. In other words, during this period of time, Zhang Xian is the leader of the society in Sham Shui Po.

Although it is only temporary, but now that I have tried it, what if the dragon root retreats in the future, or if the dragon root cannot come back?

This was very tempting, but Zhang Xian didn't buy it. He had long had his eyes on the Heliansheng site in Sham Shui Po.

Uncle Quan's words were like rewarding Zhang Xian with Zhang Xian's things, which was completely useless.

The two old foxes played their tricks very well. They probably had already replaced Long Gen now that he was gone.

As for Zhang Xian, he might be good, but he is younger and has less experience.

Which of the current He Liansheng's hall masters is not in his 40s or 50s? Except for Da D and Ah Le who are a little younger, all the other hall masters are in their old age.

Zhang Xian naturally knew what Uncle Quan and Uncle Deng were thinking, and he also knew what these old guys in the society cared about most.

The first is money, and the second is status, that is, respect from the younger generations.

Zhang Xian said calmly and seriously, "Uncle Quan, I don't want to think about what you said. It's my responsibility to look after Sham Shui Po when Uncle Long Gen is not around."

"But what I care most about is Uncle Long Gen's safety. Uncle Long Gen and I are like father and son..."

"Uncle Quan, how about this? Eight million, He Liansheng, each hall master will contribute one million, and it will be considered that I, Zhang Xian, helped Uncle Long Gen to borrow it..."

Uncle Quan and Uncle Deng both felt that Zhang Xian cared about Long Gen, but lending him money was out of the question.

"Ah, calm down first. This matter is not that simple. It's only been less than a day. Don't be impatient and be patient."

Uncle Quan said a few more meaningless words and then hung up the phone.

"What's wrong?" Although Deng Bo had been listening nearby, he still asked.

Uncle Quan smiled and said, "Haha, a fool came here for Longgen and said he wanted to borrow money from the society. Who will lend him money?"

Uncle Deng nodded. It was impossible to borrow money, but Zhang Xian was a man who really valued friendship.

"Young people are a little silly, but they are still very loyal."

Uncle Quan also nodded: "Talking about friendship, it's okay to talk about friendship, but what should we do about this matter?"

Uncle Quan was asking about Long Gen.

Deng Bo thought for a moment and said, "There is no good way. I don't know where this person came from, but he actually kidnapped this old guy Long Gen."

"If it was done by other societies, it would be fine. But if it was done by those big circle guys, there is nothing we can do."

Uncle Quan understood what Uncle Deng meant, so he asked, "If you can't come back to Sham Shui Po, should we change people?"

Deng Bo nodded affirmatively: "Well, change people!"

Uncle Quan then asked the next question: "The next election is coming soon, Uncle Deng, what are your plans?"

Speaking of the election of leaders, Uncle Deng suddenly became excited.

Since he became the leader, he has participated in the election of almost every leader in every term.

The right to vote is the basic foundation on which they and Liansheng, this group of uncles and uncles, rely for survival.

"I chose it as usual."

Uncle Quan understood that, as usual, what he meant was, as before, I had the final say.

Uncle Quan recalled what happened before and said, "Uncle Deng, Big D also wanted to run for election and he came to me before."

"Big D?" Uncle Deng recalled Big D's arrogant look. This person did not respect their uncles very much.

He acts arrogantly and doesn't know how to respect his elders. What will happen if such a person becomes the one in charge?

"Big D doesn't have enough experience, let's wait for the next term."

Uncle Deng expressed his attitude, and Uncle Quan had nothing to say. Although he was close to Big D, there was no hope of getting Uncle Deng to speak.

"Come on, it's late, eat something!" Uncle Deng didn't intend to continue the conversation, so he invited Uncle Quan to eat.

At this time, there was a knock on the door.

"Who?"

"Uncle Deng, someone sent you something."

……

Uncle Deng and Uncle Quan looked at the small box on the dining table, looked at each other, and then looked at the person who delivered the box.

"Are you sure it's Zhang Xian's man?"

The subordinate replied: "Well, that person said his name is Hong Zhi, nicknamed Hong Ye, and he is the same as Zhang Xian..."

I heard that it was Zhang Xian who sent it, and that Deng Bo sent something like a bomb.

"open to take a look!"

The younger brother obediently opened the box, and then they saw the bloody severed finger.

"Fuck! What does this Zhang Xian mean?"

"Threaten us? This should be the dragon's root finger, right?"

Uncle Quan and Uncle Deng instantly lost their appetite for dinner. They asked someone to take the boxes away and then stared at each other.

"This Zhang Xian, even if you want to help Long Gen, this is not the way to go, eh."

Although they knew that Zhang Xian wanted to borrow money from the society, Uncle Deng and Uncle Quan both thought that Zhang Xian’s behavior was not right.

In fact, Zhang Xian just wanted to disgust Deng Bo.