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

"Brother Peng, what should we do with that bitch Shasha?"

Thirteenth Sister pushed the door open, lifted the corner of her coat, and sat on the leather sofa.

"Let her speak at the Hongxing convention tomorrow."

"We have to get rid of the roots, pretty mom, we can't keep it."

Zhou Shengpeng frowned and continued to look through the accounts left by Hua Fu without raising his head.

Central, Hung Hing Main Hall.

"squeak."

Thirteenth Sister drifted and braked suddenly, and Zhou Shengpeng's Mercedes-Benz stopped less than ten centimeters away from Liang Kun.

Liang Kun was so scared that he almost jumped up.

He cursed, "Thirteenth sister, if you don't know how to drive, don't do it. Retired housewives can drive better than you."

"The Hongxing Conference hasn't even started yet. Even if Kunpeng is in a hurry to reincarnate, there's no need to be so anxious."

Zhou Shengpeng put his hands in his trouser pockets, slammed the car door, and walked out from the passenger seat.

"Brother Kun, Thirteenth Sister is a female driver, and a novice at that. If you see her, you'd better stay away from her, otherwise you'll be the first one to be reincarnated."

"At most she'll be convicted of dangerous driving and fined tens of millions of Hong Kong dollars, and your death will be in vain."

Liang Kun was choked with speech.

Sha Qiang said unconvincedly: "Kunpeng, at least you were with Brother Kun before, but now you are so arrogant and disrespectful."

"Silly Qiang, a hero never brags about his past achievements, nor does he mention plum blossoms embroidered in his past life. It's all old news. You have Alzheimer's disease, yet you still bring it up."

"If we talk about being disrespectful, you are the more disrespectful."

"My boss is now the boss of the region. When we meet, you should call me Brother Peng, right?"

"Can you call Kunpeng?"

"Even a jerk like Kun has to politely call me Brother Peng. How can you, a jerk like you, be more powerful than Brother Kun?"

Thirteenth Sister came forward nonchalantly, raised her neck and started arguing with Sha Qiang.

Liang Kun's face looked extremely ugly at this moment.

Thirteenth Sister was ostensibly educating Sha Qiang, but in fact she was giving him a warning.

If he said a few more words, he would only be bringing shame upon himself.

Zhou Shengpeng didn't expect that Thirteenth Sister had a lot of skills in arguing with people.

He waved his hand and said, "Little sister, shut up. Brother Kun has always been very disciplined. How could he not understand the rules of hierarchy?"

"Sha Qiang is Brother Kun's younger brother. It's not your turn to teach him."

Zhou Shengpeng 'educated' Thirteenth Sister with a smile on his face.

"Shaqiang, apologize to Brother Peng."

Liang Kun frowned and shouted loudly at Sha Qiang.

Although Hongxing does not distinguish between big and small in front of the ancestors, there is a distinction between high and low within the hall.

If he doesn't express his opinion, people will say that he doesn't know how to teach his younger brothers and doesn't know how to behave.

"Brother Peng, I'm sorry."

Although Sha Qiang was very dissatisfied in his heart, his face turned red with anger.

But since Liang Kun had spoken, he could only apologize to Zhou Shengpeng with his fists clenched.

"It's okay, we're all brothers, no need to be so polite. I've always been very generous and don't mind these things."

"However, Silly Qiang, you should be more careful when speaking in front of other people in charge. Not everyone is as easy to talk to as I am."

"If you offend someone in charge of a certain region next time, you might be sent swimming on the high seas."

Although Zhou Shengpeng said this with a smile, there was a cold look in his eyes.

Then he took Thirteenth Sister and strode towards the office of the Hongxing Headquarters.

Sha Qiang clenched his fists tightly, lowered his head and said nothing.

He knew that Zhou Shengpeng's current status was different from before. Thirteenth Sister was right. On the surface, even Liang Kun had to give him face.

As a younger brother, he certainly cannot offend his boss.

You have to endure it no matter what.

At this moment, Liang Kun's eyes exuded a chill.

You have to know that the rituals and music of Hongxing have not yet collapsed, and they still attach great importance to the division of generations and status.

If they really continued the discussion, he would have to call Zhou Shengpeng "Brother Peng".

Liang Kun couldn't bring himself to call his former younger brother Brother Peng even if he gritted his teeth.

If you can't afford to provoke them, you can always avoid them.

"Damn it, even though I'm a loser, I'm now the boss of a large region. That's amazing."

"Fuck, I'm going to step on you sooner or later."

Liang Kun muttered bitterly.

"Yes, as long as Brother Kun becomes the leader, the regional boss is nothing."

Sha Qiang flattered him indignantly.

"You idiot, you can't just say whatever you want when you're the leader. Do you think your life is too long?"

Liang Kun slapped Sha Qiang on the back of the head and rolled his eyes. He was very angry.

But no matter how big the fire is, you can only digest it yourself.

The headquarters office was already shrouded in mist.

Several regional leaders who arrived early sat at the long table and chatted and boasted.

"You don't know, Kunpeng's place is really something. That girl's waist can be grasped with one hand, and the upper part cannot be grasped with one hand."

"Everyone is proficient in music, chess, calligraphy, and painting, and many of them are also proficient in English, French, and Japanese."

"I didn't know until I went there, but once I did, I was stunned by how beautiful she was."

"I dare say that in the entire Bowling Green Street, there is no other place with such high standards as Yunjiantianshang."

"As someone who's in charge of the Hongxing District, it would be a loss of face if we went to other smaller places."

"Only Yunjiantian is worthy of the status and position of all of you here."

Bucky puffed on his cigarette and blew on the water.

After the last hall meeting, he shamelessly went to the sky in the clouds under the banner of Kunpeng to see the world, and started bragging about it when he came back.

"Looks like you're topping up your card, Bucky."

"You're so cool now. You spent a million on a credit card and played around without blinking an eye. Last time, you asked me to pay for some fish balls I had on the street."

Brother Chao said sarcastically on purpose.

He knew immediately that Bucky, who had little oil and water, little money and was naturally stingy, would not be willing to spend a million to buy a card for the sky.

"Who am I? I'm the boss of the North District of Hongxing. No matter where I go, people have to give me face."

"Kunpeng is a generous man. He said, I can go anywhere in the sky, hug any girl, and drink any foreign liquor, red wine or beer."

"You think someone like you wouldn't even be willing to spend a fish ball."

Bucky said with a cheeky smile.

He is notoriously mean and vicious in his words, so Brother Chao naturally can't win against him.

Uncle Xing took a sip of the tea in front of him and said:

"But, to be honest, I have to admit that I'm getting old. Kunpeng, this young man, is really capable. Now Bolan Street is completely the same."

"Pretty mom is bleeding profusely. She's been messing around for most of her life, but she's getting worse and worse."

Bucky raised his eyebrows, waved his cigarette-holding hand twice, and said proudly: "I told you long ago that Kunpeng is an extraordinary creature, with the style I had back then."

The entire conference room was speechless. How could everyone not know what level Bucky was at?

Kunpeng is so glorious and so arrogant that even ten Bugis may not be able to compare to him.

"Everyone's so quiet, you're looking at each other, what are you doing? Are you playing the big-eyed game?"

Zhou Shengpeng walked in and went straight to the opposite side of the long table, where he sat face to face with Mr. Jiang.

Originally there were twelve people in charge, with Mr. Jiang at the center, six on each side of the long table.

Now there are thirteen people in charge, and only one position can be added.

This position can only be added opposite the long table, facing Mr. Jiang, which is quite interesting.

It was somewhat of a challenge to Jiang Tiansheng, but Zhou Shengpeng didn't care at all.

Zhou Shengpeng sat down, and Brother Chao immediately said, "We were just talking about how you were so quiet. Bucky said that you have the same style as him back then..."

"Wow, isn't it, Buggy? You once fought against five women in one night and showed your prowess. You were famous throughout Hong Kong Island."

"Although my kidneys are quite strong, they are still not as good as yours back then."

Zhou Shengpeng knew exactly what Brother Chao was talking about, but he brought it up on purpose.

This immediately caused everyone to burst into laughter.

After a while, the beautiful mother also arrived late and everyone sat in their respective seats.

"Hello, Mr. Jiang."

The sharp-eyed Bucky saw Jiang Tiansheng and immediately stood up to greet him.

Everyone stood up in unison.

"Everyone is here, so please sit down and let's start the meeting now."

Jiang Tiansheng waved his hand with a smile, then sat in the main seat.

Behind him is a statue of Guan Gong, with tributes and Huang Xiang placed on it.

It looks very majestic.

Zhou Shengpeng sat opposite Jiang Tiansheng, threw the cigarette box and lighter in his pocket onto the table, leaned back in his chair, and smiled.

Jiang Tiansheng looked at Zhou Shengpeng opposite him and felt a little uncomfortable.

However, this table was originally customized for the twelve people in charge.

Apart from the main seat, only twelve people can sit.

Since thirteen people have been appointed as decision-makers, a position must be arranged for Zhou Shengpeng.

Zhou Shengpeng was sitting opposite, and Jiang Tiansheng couldn't find any fault with him.

"Dear brothers and sisters, the conference is now officially beginning."

"There are two things to do at today's meeting."

After saying that, Jiang Tiansheng turned his head and looked at Chen Yao who was sitting next to him.

Chen Yao immediately flipped open the financial statements and said to everyone, "The development and operation of the club are inseparable from everyone's efforts."

"Everyone paid last month's fees on time."

“Except Bucky and Pretty Mom.”

Chen Yao paused and looked over seriously:

"Bucky, Mom, what's going on with you two? You keep putting off paying the fees. When are you going to pay?"

"Brother Yao, you know, business is tough in North Point, and I don't have many followers. Please give me some time. Next time, next time, I will definitely make it up to you."

Bucky clasped his hands together and begged.

Jiang Tiansheng nodded slightly, and Chen Yao finally relented. "After the meeting, come to the finance department to settle the accounts. If there's any shortfall, you must make up for it next time."

"If everyone does the same as you, how can the society function?"

Chen Yao flipped through the accounts and looked at Liang Ma: "Your fees for Bowl Lane haven't arrived yet last month."

"Oh, Bolan Street is now Kunpeng's, so he should pay for it."

"If Kunpeng doesn't want to hand it over, just return Bolan Street to me, and I will naturally hand it over."

The pretty mother had a face full of fat and said with a cold expression.

"Pretty Mom, that's pointless. Last month, you were still running Bowl Street, so it's only natural that you should pay the fees."

Thirteenth Sister was dissatisfied and immediately stood up to refute.

"Hey, do you still remember that Bowl Street belongs to my pretty mom?"

The pretty mother mentioned it in a sarcastic tone.

Then he looked at Jiang Tiansheng aggrievedly and continued:

"Mr. Jiang, when Bowl Street was in my hands, I never stopped paying the society's fees."

“Everyone knows how much I paid to take over Potland Street.”

“Everyone has witnessed how much I have contributed to the community over the years.”

"If the society condones some people and seizes the territory of their own brothers and sisters, I don't think anyone will accept it."

Zhou Shengpeng took a cigarette from the Marlboro box on the table and flicked it twice.

Then he slowly put it into his mouth, lit it, and looked at his beautiful mother with cold eyes.

"Pretty Mom, what you said is not right."

"It's yours, and I, Kunpeng, won't snatch it away."

"If it's not yours, and you want me to give it to you, I'm not a philanthropist. I don't give out charity."

The pretty mother's plump face trembled as she angrily asked, "Who the hell wants your charity?"

"Everyone knows that Lower Bowl Lane is my pretty mother's place."

"You're stealing my family's place, and you still have the nerve to talk nonsense here."

"You robbed Bolan Street and took it for yourself, so you should be annihilated by the Five Thunders."

Zhou Shengpeng stood up slowly and looked down at his beautiful mother.

"Pretty Mom, your own men are scattered and you can't hold your territory, so Hua Fu took over. Who can you blame?"

"If I hadn't pulled down Huafu's flag, Bowl Street would now belong to Huafu, not your pretty mother."

"I'm trying to restore the society's reputation and re-establish its presence on Bowl Lane. It's a huge expense, a huge investment of time and money."

"You come here with sweet words and white teeth, and you want to take back the territory. That doesn't make sense, does it?"