Hong Kong Variety Show: From Little Brother to Big Boss

"Brother Hao, this bowl cake is so delicious. Uncle Luo is so polite." As the door closed again, Wang Jiawei said while eating.

Zhang Zihao smiled and nodded. He walked to the table, picked up a piece of bowl cake, and took a light bite. The sweet and soft taste melted in his mouth instantly, making him feel very happy.

"The neighbors in Pengcheng are more humane, unlike those in Hong Kong Island who are always rushing to the streets and covering up their homes." Ji Xiong took a big bite of the bowl cake and said teasingly.

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone in the room burst into laughter, completely dispelling the previous tension and making the atmosphere more harmonious.

Zhang Zihao also smiled and shook his head, saying: "Ji Xiong, what you said is true. Hong Kong Island also has good neighbors, but Pengcheng does give people a particularly warm feeling."

"Uncle Luo and Uncle Nan are our role models. We will strive to be like them and show more care and help to our neighbors."

"Brother Hao, are you serious about letting our neighbors feel our care and help?" Qian Hanshou, who had been silent all this time, suddenly interrupted to confirm.

At first, everyone didn't realize what was wrong with Zhang Zihao's words, but after Qian Hanshou confirmed it, everyone looked at each other and laughed even more happily.

After all, they are thieves and bandits. If we let our neighbors feel our care and support, I'm afraid they won't feel it and might even turn around and call 119.

By then, it will likely become a matter of them feeling the fear and help of their neighbors.

Zhang Zihao looked at Qian Hanshou's gloomy expression and everyone's expressions of trying to hold back laughter and feeling a little embarrassed, smiled bitterly, and shook his head.

"Although we're not on the right path now, the spark of humanity in our hearts hasn't gone out yet. I mean, if we ever have the chance to turn over a new leaf, we should..."

Before Zhang Zihao could finish his words, there was another knock on the door. This time, no one scared themselves like before.

Facing the boss's gaze, Qian Hanshou curled his lips, walked to the door and opened it, his eyes fixed on the strange man outside the house.

Full of doubt, he asked, "Excuse me, who are you?"

Tian Yangli raised his sunglasses and asked bluntly, "I'm looking for Zhang Zihao. I think he should be in the room right now. Please help me call him out."

When Qian Hanshou heard this, his expression froze slightly, and then his eyes became sharp in an instant.

He stared intently at the strange man outside the house, but his hands slowly moved behind his back. He made a warning gesture towards the inside of the house while keeping his voice calm.

"Oh? Looking for Brother Hao? He is indeed here, but you have to tell me who you are and what you want from him, then I can help you inform him, right?"

Tian Yangli raised a faint smile, not caring about Qian Hanshou's vigilance. He simply pushed his sunglasses slightly, making the eyes behind the lenses even more difficult to read.

"Your boss should know who I am. Call him out, I mean no harm. Following our boss's instructions, I spent three days searching for you."

"Boss? Three days?"

Although Qian Hanshou was surprised, his years of experience in the martial arts world made him calm down quickly. He narrowed his eyes and tried to capture more information from Tian Yangli's expression and tone.

But Tian Yangli came with sunglasses on purpose. In order to leave a blurry impression on people, he also wore a hat to cover his messy hair.

Therefore, Qian Hanshou not only failed to read any useful information, but was even more confused by the other party's covert dressing.

At this time, Zhang Zihao slowly walked out of the house.

He stood in front of Tian Yangli, his eyes calm and alert, his right hand on his waist, firmly resting on the top of the pistol.

He looked at Tian Yangli carefully. Although he was wearing sunglasses and a hat, he still tried hard to catch some clues from his figure and temperament.

"Friend, I'm Zhang Zihao, the one you're looking for. What can I do for you?"

Tian Yangli smiled slightly, not caring about Zhang Zihao's vigilance. He nodded and said, "Mr. Zhang, I have long heard of your name."

After a simple greeting, he glanced at the other people behind Zhang Zihao and Qian Hanshou who was still standing next to him, and then shifted his gaze back to Zhang Zihao.

"Would it be convenient for us to talk alone?"

Zhang Zihao's eyes narrowed slightly when he heard this. He quickly weighed Tian Yangli's request for a private conversation in his mind.

Slowly turning his head and scanning Qian Hanshou beside him and the people behind him, Zhang Zihao finally nodded to Tian Yangli and walked downstairs.

I walked all the way to the base of a big tree in the community, then stopped and sat on a stone bench.

Tian Yangli looked around at Zhang Zihao's men walking around and smiled slightly. Except for the one with a stable lower body at the stairs, no one could last five moves under his hands.

Under another big tree, the old people who were playing chess and chatting seemed to have noticed the tense atmosphere between the two groups, and Uncle Luo immediately walked out of the crowd.

Coming to Liang Hui's side, he said in a teasing tone, "Ah Hui, are you done with your work or what? Suddenly everyone came out and stood around."

Liang Hui smiled and said, "Uncle Luo, thank you for your concern."

He pointed with his chin at the young man sitting across from Zhang Zihao and said, "A friend is here and wants to chat with Brother Hao. We're all tired from our work, so we came out to bask in the sun."

Uncle Luo nodded after hearing this, but he still added with some concern: "If you have anything to say, just tell me directly. Although I'm retired, I've been on the battlefield after all."

Liang Hui was moved by Uncle Luo's words, but also found it a little funny.

Unlike Luo Shankai, Li Xiangnan, who was chatting in the shade of another big tree, was an experienced Chinese medicine practitioner with decades of experience and had a different perception of "Qi" than ordinary people.

When Li Xiangnan accidentally caught a glimpse of the young man wearing sunglasses, the first thing he felt was a strong sense of evil.

Different from the evil aura that was like the bright sun felt from Luo Shankai, the evil aura from the other party was particularly cold and murderous.

It was very similar to the evil he had once felt from a professional killer, but with an extra sense of murderousness and less extreme coldness.

By the way, he suddenly remembered that when Hehetu Wang Bao was receiving treatment in his clinic, among the group of people who broke in, there was someone with the same aura as him.

This made Li Xiangnan frown slightly, and a trace of imperceptible worry flashed in his eyes.

After sitting down at the stone pillar, Tian Yangli glanced at the group of elderly people who kept looking at this place, and lowered the brim of his hat:

"It seems Mr. Zhang is very popular in Luojia Community. I can see worry and vigilance in their eyes."

"But their worries and vigilance are completely unnecessary. I came to you under the instructions of my boss. And I believe you are familiar with my boss."

"Oh? May I ask who your boss is? You must be no ordinary person to be able to find my position among such a huge crowd."

Tian Yangli shook his head slowly: "My boss was the one who provided you with the idea. In addition, my two brothers are also working with you."

Zhang Zihao's eyes froze instantly, and an indescribable complex feeling welled up in his heart. He first gave the members around him a reassuring smile.

Then he lowered his voice and said sternly, "Didn't we agree that we owe each other nothing? What does Mr. Liu mean by suddenly arranging for you to come to Pengcheng to find me?"

"We sold our goods long ago, and the profit we earned is almost gone."