Hong Kong General: Hongxing 49 Zai, step on Liang Kun to get a job

However, he was excited for a long time to be able to keep up with Kunpeng.

I have a fixed salary of 3,500 yuan per month, and I can also receive clothing allowance, so life is much more comfortable!

Unlike before, when he was in Feihu, he was a marginal figure. Apart from the troublemaker Wuying, he had no two younger brothers under him.

The boss he followed was a jerk and only dared to collect protection fees from students at the stadiums in Tsz Wan Shan.

I can't even get enough to eat.

Now following Zhou Shengpeng, he has rekindled his fighting spirit and hopes that one day he can be appreciated like Changfa, Tri-Tac, Greyhound and Airplane.

Drive luxury cars, cause floods, and live a glorious life instead of being a small-time punk.

Zhou Shengpeng looked at Wuying, who looked like a fanboy, and did not scold him. Instead, he looked at Sanying and said:

"When did our sect become so shabby that we had to resort to asking street vendors for cleaning fees?"

"I'm sorry, Brother Peng, Wuying and Ahua are new here, and there are still many rules to teach them. I will teach them well."

Sanying lowered his head, looked at Zhou Shengpeng's unhappy face, and quickly took the blame on himself.

"Boss, this is not Brother Ying's fault. We failed to control our younger brother."

Ah Hua felt that he had implicated Sanying, so he quickly came out and said.

"Big Brother Peng, don't blame Brother Ying and Brother Hua so casually. If you have any problems, come to me. I, Wuying, will take the blame myself for my mistakes. I don't want others to take the blame for me!"

The black fly looks very righteous and heroic.

"boom!"

Zhou Shengpeng slammed his chopsticks on the table, glanced at them with a cold face, and then stopped his gaze on Wuying's face.

Although Wuying is a man of true nature and very loyal, he needs to be disciplined and brought under control. Keeping such a younger brother around is a disaster.

But the advantage is that it is young, and if it is well trained, it will be a good knife.

The current Wuying is not worthy of being reused. He is impulsive and brainless. If he is given a little resistance, he will dare to open a dyeing factory. He must not be tolerated.

"Carry, what are you carrying? What are you carrying?"

Zhou Shengpeng glared at Wuying seriously, then said earnestly, "To shoulder the responsibility for your brothers and the boss, you need strength and action."

"Use your mouth to talk, what short mule can't do that?"

As Zhou Shengpeng spoke, Wuying's head drooped. Over the years, only Ahua contributed money and manpower to help him clean up his messes and carry his burdens.

Every time he said he wanted to help Brother Hua, he actually couldn't carry anything.

"Since you've chosen to follow me, you must follow my rules."

"There are different levels of dwarf mules. Don't bring your petty habits from Feihu here."

"Look at those street vendors, especially the mobile ones. They work all day and are exhausted, only to earn a couple of cents, which is just enough to make a living. It's so miserable."

"How much can you charge for cleaning this?"

"Even though we're just gangsters, we can't just take money from everyone. Even asking for money from street vendors and students for their living expenses is laughable!"

"If you go out and tell me that you're hanging out with Kunpeng, I'll be ashamed!"

Zhou Shengpeng couldn't help but pat his own face and started to educate him.

"We will become bigger and bigger in the future. We can't be a short mule for life. We can't have no bottom line and spend money on anything."

"My brothers and I, everyone knows that we don't touch orange powder, don't run Ma Lan Feng Lou, and don't charge cleaning fees from street vendors."

"A gentleman who loves money gets it in a proper way, not through random means."

"Ahua, Wuying, the rest of you should follow Sanying and work steadily. Don't rush for success. There are plenty of opportunities to stand out."

"When you have free time, read more books and newspapers. There's no harm in that."

For the first time, Ahua felt a sense of belonging. He liked big men who had bottom lines, and he felt at ease working with such big men.

Wuying was even more excited. He felt that Zhou Shengpeng was different from ordinary big guys and spoke very well.

Even his dead father never taught him this.

He had always wanted to do something big and show his younger brother that he was capable enough to help him organize a wedding banquet in a grand manner.

Let mom and stepfather know that he is useful!

Now, following this big man who is worth hundreds of millions and has such a clear mind, he feels like he is about to take off at any time!

"Okay, stop pretending to be brothers in front of me. One of you admits the mistake, and the other takes the blame. I know whose fault it is."

Zhou Shengpeng looked at the burning eyes of Ahua and Wuying and knew that his brainwashing had been successful again.

He continued, "Ahua, I've heard a little about you, and I'm quite fond of you."

"However, here in Kunpeng, we always punish those who make mistakes and reward those who make contributions."

"If Wufei makes a mistake, he must be punished."

"Let him set up a stall and sell fish balls on the street to experience what it's like. As the big brother, you just follow and supervise him."

"When you sell enough 5,000 coins, you can come back to work."

Ah Hua could only nod: "Yes!"

Wuying had a bitter face and reluctantly followed Ahua out of Kowloon Ice House.

You can ask him to chop people or dogs, but he feels embarrassed to sell fish balls!

However, he just said that he would take it on himself and did not dare to act recklessly in front of Zhou Shengpeng.

Zhou Shengpeng watched Wuying leave angrily, which was within his expectations.

Given his personality, if he isn't properly disciplined, who knows what kind of trouble he'll cause in the future.

"Sanying, you should go back too. From now on, even if they are acquaintances, as long as they are new brothers, they are not allowed to do anything without training and without clear rules. Do you understand?"

"Understood!"

Mitaka nodded sincerely.

Zhou Shengpeng waved his hand, indicating that he could leave.

Sanying then exchanged a brief glance with Jiuwenlong and retreated silently.

"Wow, our Brother Peng is becoming more and more like a boss."

"Sanying used to follow A-long and had a very hot temper. But when he came to you, he was trained to be obedient. Not bad."

Brother Kang brought out a plate of pineapple fried rice and said with a smile.

"Brother Kang, if you don't smile at me for a day, my mouth will itch!"

Zhou Shengpeng took the pineapple rice and started eating it with big mouthfuls.

Jimmy next to him was eating his portion of barbecued pork and trying not to laugh.

"Jimmy, if you want to laugh, just laugh out loud. Laughing so hard, like a tractor, really affects your appetite."

Zhou Shengpeng tapped the edge of the plate with his chopsticks and couldn't help rolling his eyes.

"Boom bang bang."

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

Everyone turned around in unison.

An old man and a young boy were standing outside the door. A bell was tied to the cart beside them, and malt sugar was placed on it.

The girl lowered her head, her long hair covering her face, making it impossible to see her features clearly.

Judging from Zhou Shengpeng's figure, he should be the grandfather and grandson who were charged cleaning fees by Wuying just now across the street.

I was busy educating my younger brother and didn't pay attention to these two people.

"Is there a problem?"

Zhou Shengpeng walked to the door, held it with one hand, and looked down at the two of them.

The girl slowly raised her head.

The pure natural and pollution-free black hair is gently spread out, revealing the fair little face.

Delicate facial features and big, clear, watery eyes.

The moment he looked up, all the people and streets around him suddenly dimmed.

It just stands there quietly, like a branch of white plum blossom in winter, fresh, natural and pure beyond description.

Zhou Shengpeng was a little dazed.

Damn, isn’t this the little Jewish Ruan Mei?

In the original novel, she and her grandmother came to Hong Kong Island from Suzhou and Hangzhou. Wouldn't that have happened around the late 1980s or early 1990s?

Although he looks young now, how come he appeared so early and is still selling malt sugar in Hong Kong Island?

However, on second thought, this is because this is a world that is a fusion of Hong Kong films.

There have been some changes in both time and plot.

From this perspective, it seems much more normal to see Ruan Mei at this time.

At this time, Ruan Mei looks even more beautiful and younger than in the original novel. Although she is thin, she exudes a tenacity.

"Sir, my name is Ruan Mei. Thank you for helping me and my grandmother out just now."

Ruan Mei smiled sweetly, then picked up a bag of malt sugar and stuffed it into Zhou Shengpeng's hand:

"This malt candy is made by my grandmother and I. It is made entirely of malt and glutinous rice. It tastes sweet and soft, and has an endless aftertaste."

"It's just a small token of my appreciation. Please accept it."

Ruan Mei thought about this speech several times in her mind, and finally finished speaking in one breath, feeling relieved.

When they set up stalls in other places before, they would be charged cleaning fees by the community. Only in Zhou Shengpeng's territory, no one charged these mobile vendors.

For this, she has always been grateful to the big boss whom she has never met.

Today, Zhou Shengpeng helped them out, giving her the chance to finally express her gratitude.

"Wuying is my younger brother. I am their boss. If my younger brother does something wrong, it is my duty to teach him a lesson. No need for any thank you gift."

Zhou Shengpeng pushed the malt sugar back. He felt a little embarrassed by the politeness.

"Handsome boy, just accept it. Our Ah Mei is usually very stingy and doesn't want to waste a dime. I'm giving you a bag of candy as a token of my sincere gratitude."

Ruan Mei's grandmother stuffed the candy back.

"grandmother!"

Ruan Mei couldn't help but cry out in anger when her grandmother exposed her shortcomings.

"Okay, I'll accept it then."

Zhou Shengpeng accepted the candy.

In the original novel, Ruan Mei was very frugal and knew how to live, so she was nicknamed Little Jew.

Giving such a bag of candy is enough to show her sincerity.

After thinking for a moment, Zhou Shengpeng took out a business card from his pocket and handed it to Ruan Mei: "If anyone bullies you again or charges you fees, you can call me."

This sudden surprise made Ruan Mei's heart beat wildly.

You have to know that the gentle man in front of you is the elder brother of the elder brother of those younger brothers.

Having this business card is like having a talisman.

From now on, no one will dare to touch them if they sell candy around here.

Ruan Mei was extremely happy. She took the business card happily and said with a bright face, "Okay, then grandma and I will leave first. Thank you, Mr. Zhou!"

Zhou Shengpeng looked at Ruan Mei's back and smiled.

"Wow, Boss, pretty girls are sweeter than sugar!"

Jimmy held the malt sugar and waved it in front of Zhou Shengpeng.

"I can't stop your mouth even if I have something to eat."

Zhou Shengpeng rolled his eyes, snatched the candy, sat back in his seat, took out a piece and put it in his mouth.

The sweet malt sugar brought his memories back to his childhood.

He remembered that there used to be many vendors walking around the streets without shouting. They would just hang a small piece of iron on their shoulder pole and knock it rhythmically.

When the ding ding ding sound was heard, the children knew that the malt candy seller was coming.

At that time, my family was not well-off and we had no money to buy candy, so we would exchange scrap metal, plastic slippers, and wine bottles for candy, but we always felt like we had not enough.

Later, fewer and fewer people made malt sugar. Zhou Shengpeng hadn't eaten pure malt sugar for a long time. This piece of sugar gave him a long-lost sense of familiarity.

"This malt sugar has a really good flavor."

Zhou Shengpeng couldn't help but sigh.