1990Rage Flag Soldier

Chapter 131: Elected with zero votes

"Let Ajun's people come up."

Uncle Le, Chuishui, Dagen, Arrogant, Huoguang and others gathered in the attic, always paying attention to the movement at the door, intending to weaken Ajun's spirit.

Seeing Ajun's arrogance, he was completely upset. He had to move the steps and send someone to tell the brothers on the first floor to disperse.

And when Zhang Ziwen took out two grenades, the uncles' faces turned completely livid, frightened and uneasy.

At this time, the club gunmen on the first floor, as if they had been granted amnesty, quickly put away their weapons and ran out of the photo studio to look at the door.

Zhang Ziwen, Ma Jiajun, and Zhou Minghua climbed up the stairs.

The wooden ladder at the first step is very narrow, and can only allow a single person to pass. The wooden boards creak from time to time under the soles of the feet. The mottled walls on both sides are covered with newspaper clippings, including news about Heliansheng donating to the school and starting a company. There is a sense of age.

In a low attic.

The light can shine in very brightly, shining on the main seat of the long table and the spiritual tablets on the sacred table.

It was the first time Zhang Ziwen entered the club for a meeting. He would be lying if he said he wasn't curious, but he was dressed in a suit and held grenades in both arms. Facing the intimidation of the crowd, there was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

"That's right, you compete with Da Tian to sit in the hall, start a fire, and kill Da Tian. I won't say anything, but now do you still have a little respect for your uncle, sitting in the hall?" Uncle Dagen said: "Today is the club's choice of seats. The restaurant is not just inviting guests to dinner, everyone is here, why don’t we invite the First Brother and the Hong Kong Governor!!!”

"No need to sit down, raise your hands and vote now!" Ma Jiajun said aggressively without giving any face.

Zhang Ziwen declined lightly: "Lin Sheng, we will discuss the future business later. I want to finish getting the money first."

Their strength in the club is considered average, far from being able to run for office, but it looks like they have a chance to get a bargain this year.
Little did they know, Uncle Le just took a fancy to their incompetence!

"Today I called all the uncles to come here, just in the hope that there would be no further fuss and direct voting would be fair and just."

"Mr. Zhang, please let He Liansheng handle He Liansheng's housework directly. The society will pay double the amount of Ajun's contribution."

Lin Changle had a good manner and calmly comforted him: "Ajun, if you have something to do, sit down and have a good chat. If the quarrel between classmates has reached that point, it is a bit too much. But as long as we can lead the club well, all the uncles will do it." You can raise your hands and put them down.”

The fiery and arrogant two looked at Ma Jiajun with provocation in their eyes.

Ma Jiajun said with a smile: "Okay, then vote, vote now!"

This is He Liansheng’s place!
The headquarters of Jianghu Big Brand.

But perhaps there were too many people standing, and the shadows seemed very depressing and solemn. The string of red lights on the shrine added a touch of solemnity and mystery to the atmosphere.

"I, Ajun and Datian, stand up to choose seats. Datian is dead. Now there is only one candidate. Who is in favor and who is against? Tell us immediately! By the way, Uncle Le, you will definitely support me, right?"

When Uncle Chuishui, the veteran of He Liansheng, saw Ma Jiajun arrive, he shouted: "Ajun, you led an outsider to break into Tuotuo, armed with guns and cannons. You ignored the safety of the club and your uncle, and stabbed your brothers in public. What's the crime?"

Lin Changle held on to his crutches with a stiff smile: "You have Mr. Zhang to support you, so do you still need me?"

Lin Changle nodded, then turned to Ma Jiajun: "Ajun, sit down and talk."

"Zhang Sheng, I respect you."

He took a hot picture on the table and couldn't hold it back any longer: "Damn it, Ma Jiajun, take two grenades and a few people to bluff us!"

"There is no such thing as a single-person election in a society. Even if everyone abandons their votes, you will still win. If you want to win with zero votes, you are not qualified!"

"I will stand up and choose!" He took out a gun from his waist and slapped it on the table: "Kill me if you dare!"

"Brother Datian died in an unknown way, and I am arrogant and unconvinced." Zha Zharen shouted: "Let go, just blow me up with a grenade and blow up the whole club to the sky, I'm afraid you will be embarrassed!"

A smile appeared on Lin Changle's lips, and the expressions of the elders present were also much more relaxed.

The reason why a system can run for a long time is that there are countless consumables available at the bottom.

If a traitor appears, it will take a different person.

Naturally, there are people who believe in the system and want to take advantage of the opportunity to take advantage of the situation and take the opportunity to flatter the higher-ups.

They sit firmly on the Diaoyutai and will never lose.

When someone who is not afraid of death comes to express his position, he instead picks up Zhang Ziwen, Ma Jiajun and others. Don't they want to risk their lives and die together?

Let go!
Isn't it just a coward's game, whoever is cowardly will lose. A group of gangsters will become better as they grow older. One person may quit, but if a group of people stand together to represent the community, no one will become a coward.

"Okay, just follow the rules, arrange for new people to choose, squeeze me out, and know how to play."

Ma Jiajun's expression was already a bit crazy. He turned around and picked up the statue of Guan Gong from the nearby shrine. He raised it high and hit Lin Changle on the head in front of him.

Bang!
The porcelain statue weighing more than 20 kilograms suddenly shattered, falling to the ground and turning into countless fragments. Perhaps the action of moving Guan Gong to hit people was too crazy, and many people present did not react.

Lin Changle never thought that he would dare to invite Guan Gong like this, nor did he expect that one day Guan Gong would get on top of him, pretending to be a cripple and walking on crutches. He tried to hide but couldn't, so he shot the statue in the head, fell to the ground and screamed loudly: "Ah "

He was seen holding his forehead, blood was flowing, and there were many cuts on his face. His facial features were particularly ferocious. He closed his eyes and shouted: "Kill him, kill him!"

Huo Po grabbed the gun on the table and started shooting. Now that the matter was over, he became bloody and wanted to die together.

Maybe Zhang Ziwen will leave if Ma Jiajun is killed, but if he shows his cowardice and wants to fly away, he will be looked down upon by people in the world for the rest of his life.

"Oh!"

A gunshot sounded first.

Huo Bang leaned against the window, his chest exploded with blood, and he fell straight onto the table.

"Sniper!"

"There's a gunman!"

When the uncles saw the situation taking a turn for the worse, they not only got disorganized, some crawled under the table, some hid at the foot of the wall, all in a panic. Many people had guns on them but didn't dare to pull them out. Thinking how things got to this point, they might as well let Ajun take charge.

Ma Jiajun opened the cabinet again, took out a hammer from the drawer, and walked step by step towards Lin Changle who was on the ground.

"Ajun."

"What are you going to do? Just kill your fellow sect members. Are you going to kill me even if you're sitting in the hall?" Chuiji shouted anxiously, but could not stop him. Arrogantly raised his right hand and urged in a panic: "Brother Jun , Brother Jun, I support you!"

"Don't kill Uncle Le. If you dirty Hutchison Liansheng's sign, everyone's jobs will be ruined, and the whole Hutchison will come out to beat you."

Lin Changle was really scared now. While begging for mercy, he supported the floor and burrowed under the table.

Ma Jiajun swung his hammer and hit him with a hammer!
(End of this chapter)