Hong Kong Storm: The King of Jobs

Chapter 81: Why should I pay back the borrowed money (Part 81)

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(There is a little easter egg, I put it in the author's words.)
However, Dakouya also gave Chi Mengli an opportunity, which was to throw the blame of the gunshot on Dakouya's head and clear himself of suspicion.

"What are you talking about?"

"You idiot, if you believe me, I will save you from the disease!"

"You dare to make trouble in my place. There are policemen patrolling my place now. It turns out that it was you, a bastard, who did it!"

"We are all from the underworld. Although we do not worship the same ancestor, we are all brothers of the Hongmen. I am here to attack your mother. You are a traitor and you are plotting against me!"

"I'll attack your mother!"

Chi Mengli slammed the table, stood up immediately, picked up the wine bottle, and smashed it at the big-mouthed duck.

The big-mouthed duck dodged backwards nimbly, and the wine bottle hit the ground directly, breaking into pieces, with glass shards scattered everywhere.

"Get started, pounce, come on!"

"I lost it, it's my fault."

"Who is afraid of whom?"

"Do it!"

"I'll attack your mother!"

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Seeing Chi Mengli throwing the wine bottle, all the dwarf mules of Donglian Society stood up. The people in the water room were not to be outdone. They all stood up and cursed at each other, and the atmosphere was full of tension.

Deng Bo frowned. He was not afraid of using the knife because they were just fake and they were just trying to make money. He could just sit down and divide the profits and the matter would be settled.

But it’s different after you touch the dog, it’s a matter of life and death.

It is said that Donglian is home to many bullies, and it seems to be true. When it comes to doing things, they don't use their brains at all.

Throwing the street!

"Okay, Ah Jin, Ah Gui, tell your people to stop. If you start fighting at the appointed time, it will be embarrassing if it gets out."

Deng Bo hit the ground heavily with his walking stick and asked Shenxianjin and Shushenggui to control their subordinates. The noisy and noisy situation was really embarrassing.

"Stop and listen to what Uncle Deng has to say."

Shenxianjin turned around and asked Chi Mengli and others to sit back and see what Uncle Deng had to say.

"Ya Zai, A Jiu, Niu Zhan, go back and sit down."

The scholar ghost also waved his hand and asked his men to sit back.

Both sides focused their attention on Deng Bo, wanting to hear how he would solve the case.

Although Uncle Deng only brought one bodyguard today and seemed to pose no threat, people were afraid to touch Uncle Deng's golden signboard. You have to know that this old guy has three bosses under him.

He Liansheng took over Tseung Kwan O, Tsim Sha Tsui East, Yau Ma Tei, Mong Kok and other territories by secretly relying on the cooperation of Uncle Deng.

Moreover, he had Shao Ji under his command. This man, who was known as the gold medal fighter of He Liansheng and had double-flowered red sticks, was never absent from He Liansheng's big or small battles. He once took three people and defeated more than a dozen red sticks of Fu Yixing, and became famous in Tsim Sha Tsui East.

Besides, if Deng Bo had no strength and was moldy and rotten, he would not be able to set up the table for the first wine and act as a peacemaker.

Everyone on both sides sat down and looked at Uncle Deng, who was sitting in the main seat, to see how he was going to solve the problem.

"Hongtai was hit by a car and died, but it was your bathroom that did it, otherwise such an accident wouldn't have happened. Ah Jin, you should pay for the resettlement fee, right?"

Deng Bo looked at Shenxianjin, wanting an accurate answer. Shenxianjin picked out a cigarette from his gilded cigarette case, gave way to him, put it in his mouth, lit it, and exhaled a smoke ring before smiling and saying, "Of course, Hongtai and I have known each other for many years, and we have also drunk old wine together."

"Ah Sheng, Brother Hongtai's funeral will be held in three days. On behalf of me and all the brothers in Anle, you should go to burn incense for Hongtai and give him a gift of 200,000 yuan."

"Dumbo, what do you think?"

Uncle Deng nodded with satisfaction. Two hundred thousand in white envelopes was quite generous and was considered a face for the Donglian News Agency.

"Ah Gui, it is only natural to pay back debts. The amount can be discussed, but the principal must be repaid. However, 2.2 million is not a small amount. I think we should just forget about the usury!"

"I will guarantee the two million and two hundred thousand and pay it back in three installments."

"Ah Jin, if Ah Gui doesn't pay you back on time, come to me and I'll give you the remaining amount."

"What is everyone satisfied with?"

After Deng Bo finished speaking, he looked at the two leaders beside him to see whether they were satisfied with the plan he had proposed.

Shenxian Jin nodded without saying anything, his face full of displeasure, but he was very happy in his heart.

He just wanted the principal and didn't expect to get the interest. Hongtai was a loser, and he should have died sooner or later, but was hit by a car when Chi Mengli took action, and he lost another 200,000 yuan.

Throwing the street!

The scholar ghost was also not satisfied. This time he wanted to bring up Uncle Deng in order to lower the price. However, he was able to waive the interest because of the old man's reputation. One should not be greedy.

He stretched out his hand, and the leader sitting behind him immediately handed him a black briefcase.

"Brother Jin, here is one million. The remaining 1.2 million will be given to you in two installments. We are now settled. Brother Jin, please give me some."

The scholar ghost handed the briefcase in his hand to the immortal Jin and asked him to count it.

Shenxian Jin took the briefcase carelessly, but as soon as he picked it up, he felt that the weight was not right. If it were filled with large golden bulls (1000), it would be too heavy. If it were filled with redwood fish (100), it would still be a little light.

Although he dare not boast that his hands are more accurate than a weight, he has been helping the big boss Sun Guiqing sell longevity cream for the past fifteen years. He weighed the cream piece by piece and developed the ability to use his hands to do so.

Seeing something strange in the briefcase, he frowned, said nothing, and directly opened the briefcase, and found bags of Miss Bai inside.

"Push to the street!"

"Scholar ghost, what are you doing?"

The Three Corpse Gods, who were filled with divine energy, jumped up in rage and threw the briefcase directly onto the table. All the delicious dishes were messed up and soiled by the briefcase.

"Brother Jin, calm down. The business of the society has been bad recently. The business has been disrupted by a group of street thugs. We have no cash, only Miss Bai. If you want it, take it all. If not, I will take it back."

"But I will treat you as your brother Jin. A great man should not bear grudges. Please help me clear the score."

The scholar ghost stepped back to avoid the splashing soup and made his point clear with a sneer.

As the peacemaker, Uncle Deng did not say a word this time. He still had a smiling face and pretended to be deaf and dumb.

PS: The first generation Chinese stock god is Qiu Yonghan, the first generation Little Superman. Why is he called Little Superman? This guy cheated three waves of people. The first wave was Xiao Ha Tong and his gang of Shanghai guys.

The second wave was the rich second generation from the local chamber of commerce in Hong Kong, and a large number of old brands went bankrupt.

There is still one villa that has not been sold. It was the large garden of Ho Tung in his later years. It was valued at 8.8 billion, but it was not sold. It is now in a semi-abandoned state and is like a maze inside.

The second generation Superman is Lao Li, and the third generation Superman is Xiao Li.

(End of this chapter)