Hong Kong Storm: The King of Jobs

Chapter 39: Opening the Incense Hall (39)

"Don't worry, there aren't eight hundred swordsmen out there who will chop you into pieces."

"Chicken, your plane is too big. I can't support you anymore. You don't stand a chance this time."

Chi Mengli stuffed a Double Happiness cigarette into his mouth, blew out a big smoke ring, and gave Jizai an ultimatum.

Jizai sat back in his chair dejectedly, with his head lowered and not saying a word.

Seeing this dejected man, Chi Mengli snorted coldly and continued, "Brother Jizai, are you saying that your shoulders can hold it up? You are just bragging."

"The merits and demerits offset each other, and this matter has passed. I pleaded with Lao Ding for mercy, and only then did this matter get resolved."

"There are seven venues in the Seven Star Lantern, and two of them belong to the first. Do you have any objection?"

There is a price to pay for Bo Xi Dong's sudden move, but Chi Mengli is not prepared to pay this price himself. Ji Zai is the unfortunate victim, neither too big nor too small, just right, and it would be best if he bleeds heavily.

He was very happy in his heart, but his face was still serious. Seeing that Jizai didn't say anything, he continued, "Of the remaining five venues, you have three, Ah Hu has two, and the boxing gym is also yours."

"The two of you carry half each. Ah Hu has really made a fortune this time. The white paper fan at the Yau Ma Tei Hall is so impressive!"

"It's still the same old rules. Valet parking belongs to the gang. You set up this place yourself, so I don't care. But you have to pay the money, not a penny less. It's the rules of the gang, you can't touch Miss Bai. You have a bright future, don't mess around."

"Lao Ding said that as long as you can handle the temple street, the head of the family will set up a hall and give you a job."

"Did you hear that clearly?"

Chi Mengli suddenly raised her voice, scaring the confused Jizai.

"I heard you, Brother Sheng."

Chi Mengli nodded, and said in a gentle voice: "Brother Robin is the boss of FIT, and he is the boss of the company. He must have his reasons for doing what he did. Don't blame him."

"I don't think you're in the mood to stay for dinner. There are a lot of things to do in the venue that need your attention. Go get busy first."

Jizai hated Robin, who was working in the kiln, but he couldn't say it out loud. If he slandered the Baimen boss behind his back, it would be a serious crime if it got out. He could only hide his hatred in his heart and left the box without looking back.

"Chicken, sometimes good brothers are not good brothers."

Just when Jizai's hand was on the door handle, Chi Mengli's voice came from behind. His eyes darkened and he turned around to look at Chi Mengli with an expression of disbelief.

"People in the martial arts world come and go in the wind and rain, how can they be so chivalrous and righteous?"

"I am a kind person, but I will only give this kind reminder once."

Jizai didn't say anything, but he kept these words in mind and left without looking back.

Once the seeds of doubt are planted, they will blossom and bear fruit and will be difficult to eliminate.

It won't be long before Ji Zai and Hei Ah Hu, two good brothers, become enemies fighting each other with swords.

Chi Mengli stood up and walked out of the box. All the strangers had already entered the box. Hei Ahu and Bo Xidong were dressed the same as him, except for a pair of shorts.

"Okay, it's almost time, don't keep Grandpa waiting too long."

Hei Ahu looked as if he wanted to say something but hesitated. Chi Mengli saw it and shut Hei Ahu's mouth with a word.

Hei Ah Hu also knew that he had to do the important things first, so he followed behind Chi Mengli, while Bo Xidong was at the end.

"Five people share a poem, but no one knows the Hong Ying on their body."

"From then on, it was passed down to all the brothers, who later recognized each other and reunited."

Chi Mengli recited the Hongmen entrance poem, then stepped forward and knocked five times, then three times, and then once again.

"Opening the altar..."

"Open the mountain gate."

Lan Bo's voice came from the box, and then the door opened. Inside the box, the curtains were all drawn, and only a red light was shining.

Shenxianjin and his gang of water room bosses were all cosplaying as the White Lotus Sect, wearing cloth crowns made of red cloth on their heads.

"You know this is a Hong army restricted area, heavily guarded, and must not be offended."

"Violators will be subject to ruthless military law."

Uncle Wai and Uncle Lan each held a machete in their hands and stood in front of Chi Mengli and the other two.

"I am the pioneer of the Ming Dynasty. I am the first to build bridges and roads. I can open roads wherever there are mountains and break through cities. Who would not acknowledge that God has blessed me?"

Chi Mengli just got all the poems for entering the hall an hour ago. Fortunately, he had a good memory, otherwise there would be trouble and he would be exposed. After reciting the poems for entering the hall, he quickly raised his thumb and gestured in front of the two guards.

When Uncle Wai and Uncle Lan saw the couplet of poems being recited before entering the hall, they put down their knives, stepped aside, let the people pass, and closed the door.

Chi Mengli and the other two walked into the temporary incense hall and knelt in front of the Five Ancestors of Hongmen.

Shenxianjin sat in the main seat, clenched his right fist, leaving only the thumb facing the sky and placed it in front of his chest.

Bai Gusheng stood, acting as the second marshal, with his thumb facing the sky, his index and middle fingers inverted on his palms, his ring finger and little finger stretched straight, and when he saw the three people kneeling, he said loudly, "What are you here for?"

"Come and pay homage to the Heaven and Earth Society!"

Chi Mengli answered loudly.

"What's the purpose of the visit?" Bai Gusheng asked again.

"First, I bow to the sky as my father, and second, I bow to the earth as my mother. Ming Da Fu Xin Yi (One heart to restore the great Ming)!"

Chi Mengli answered quickly and clasped his hands together, with his right thumb facing the sky and his left thumb facing the ground.

"What's the proof?"

"There is a poem to prove it. The anti-war was in the old days. The Qing people forcibly occupied our capital. The world respected the teacher and obeyed. The bright moon gave rise to righteous people."

Chi Mengli quickly recited the poem.

"Where are you from?"

"From Kunlun."

"Where to go?"

"Leave to Muyang City."

"How many streets and alleys are there in Muyang City?"

"There are thirty-six streets and seventy-two alleys."

"What's the view?"

"Three stoves and eighteen pots at the East Gate, three pots and eighteen stoves at the West Gate"

Bai Gusheng asked and Chi Mengli answered. Hei Ahu and Bo Xidong, who were kneeling on both sides of Chi Mengli, looked confused and had no idea what the two were doing.

Even though Hei Ah Hu is a member of the "Sijiuzi", he can only be regarded as a disciple of Shuifang and Anle, and cannot call himself a disciple of Hongmen because he does not understand the rules, gestures, Chundian, Haidi, and Tea Formation of Hongmen at all. The Tea Formation is also called the Hongmen Taiyin Formation.

In fact, there are only a handful of people in the water room who can be called Hongmen disciples. Even if the uncles are included, there are less than forty people.

Chi Mengli also had only a vague understanding of it. After the incense hall was opened today, he was the head of the group. Only then did the immortal Jin and Bai Gusheng tell him the whole set of tea formation, seabed, hand gestures and spring classics, making him a real Hongmen disciple.

Even if he was exiled to another place in the future, as long as he saw the Hongmen sign, he could walk in, face Chundian, and set up the tea array, and the Hongmen disciples would help him.

The incision of the Spring Classic was correct, and Bai Gusheng continued: "The one who came is a Hongmen brother, who has washed away all his fatigue with a bath, and the master of the fast is full of Hongmen."

(End of this chapter)