Hong Kong Island: From a small stall to a global supplier

Chapter 123: Mo Dingping·Death!

Military Control Commission: If we can’t defeat the Red Army, can we defeat a group of gangsters?

After escaping to Hong Kong Island in 50, although they split into Ngee On and Tau Lam, they easily swept away all the gangs in Hong Kong Island and became the dominant group!

Of course, it was not long after the end of World War II, and Hong Kong Island had few people after a large number of people fled. However, the Japanese empire was still licking its wounds, and Hong Kong Island could not afford to support so many people.

With the help of Chinese communities scattered around the world, Ngee Ann and Teow Lin quickly spread to Southeast Asia, Europe, the United States and other countries.

After the Double Tenth Riots in 56, the Ngee Ann and Teow Lam groups began to split after being hit hard by the British Hong Kong government.

Ngee Ann split into Jingyi, Yiqun, Dahaocai, etc.

As the "first generation leader" was still alive, Ngee Ann formed the "San Kei" after the split and established the "hereditary system", with Hong Kong Island as the core and other national branches semi-independently established as "Jiedushi", and quickly stabilized.

As the 'first generation' passed away and the 'second generation' was unable to hold the fort, the 'zidui' became independent and became a somewhat loose alliance due to the lack of strong figures.

……

At 10 a.m., considering that no matter how many people there were, they could never be more than the local tyrant Cai Shenyao, and it would also make him appear timid, Mo Dingping arrived in Hong Kong in a low-key manner with only three younger brothers.

Of course, it was impossible not to take any precautions, so Chen Huimin was waiting at the dock.

Chen Huimin, because he was a policeman and had won boxing championships for many years, and he started to participate in filming in 72, he was relatively famous in the whole Southeast Asia. Gradually, various "groups" liked to ask him for help in "passing messages", which had a bit of "public relations" flavor.

Chen Huimin once said in an interview that she entertains friends from all over the world every week, and each entertainment costs hundreds of thousands of yuan. She said that she earns less than she spends.

When he was in his 70s, he was still traveling around Southeast Asia, and was invited to participate in activities such as opening incense halls organized by some communities.

In later generations, many people mocked him as a "chatterbox", but local communities would rather invite this "chatterbox" than those who mocked him.

"Brother Min!" As soon as he got off the boat, Mo Dingping walked up with a big laugh, not looking embarrassed at all.

"Haha, Mogo."

After shaking hands and exchanging a few pleasantries, we got in the car and headed straight to our destination, 'Yao De Seafood Restaurant'.

"Brother Min, have you seen that bastard?" In the car, Mo Dingping asked in a deep voice, "How did you feel?"

"I've met him a few times. He's a young man with a lot of ideas, decisive in doing things, and a..." Chen Huimin smacked his lips.

"What's wrong?" Mo Dingping was a little anxious. He had to come because the gambling king was pressuring him. He was really afraid that Wang Yaotang would embarrass him.

"I feel he is a very low-key person." Chen Huimin looked a little conflicted.

Mo Dingping's eyes widened. He really couldn't figure out how Chen Huimin could come up with such an evaluation, saying that in just half a year, thousands of people showed off their horses, Tongxinhe was delisted, and the 5 million bets in the life-and-death contest shocked Hong Kong and Macau, making the people in the "German Dump" who were declining keep a low profile...

There's nothing wrong with your fucking brain.

Chen Huimin spread her hands and said, "You asked me to say this, this is how I feel."

Mo Dingping wiped his face and moved to Bengbu!

The car was strangely quiet for a while. After a long while, they arrived at the destination. Mo Dingping finally whispered, "I'll rely on you for a while, Brother Min. I'll remember this favor. If you have anything to say in the future, just tell me. I, Mo Dingping, will never be vague."

"Don't say that. We are all family, for sure." Chen Huimin was somewhat confident and immediately agreed with a smile. "However, that guy has a bad mouth. When we were negotiating the ownership of the venue after the dissolution of Tong Xinhe, he left the four major alliances speechless. My advice to you is to be straightforward. Don't talk about right or wrong. Just ask him directly what conditions he has."

"Okay, I understand." Mo Dingping said in a deep voice.

We soon arrived at Yaode Seafood Restaurant.

Not giving face to Mo Dingping, but at least giving face to Chen Huimin, Aji brought people to greet them at the door.

After a few pleasantries, the followers were arranged to eat on the first floor, and Aji led people upstairs.

"Brother Min." Wang Yaotang stood up with a smile when he saw him. "I asked you to go out for a drink several times but you said you didn't have time."

"I'm really busy. Every day I'm either drinking or on my way to drink." Chen Huimin said with a smile, "Sometimes I have to take a plane to go out drinking, to Malaysia, Lijiapo, Indonesia, the Philippines, Taiwan, South Korea, Japan, and even to the United States and the Netherlands to drink."

"That's because Brother Min has face."

"What do you mean I have face? It's Uncle Deng who is not convenient to go out, so I'm going out on behalf of the boss." Chen Huimin said that she didn't want to go, but everyone could see the smug look on her face.

It’s not that other people in Hong Kong’s entertainment circle are not as good as Vivian Chan, it’s that he has made many movies and even ordinary people in the overseas Chinese circle know him, so he is the most convenient representative of Hong Kong’s entertainment circle.

As the two men exchanged greetings, Mo Dingping's face turned pale.

That year, at 48, I apologized in the restaurant and stood there like a minion.

Leaving it hanging there, firstly to satisfy Wang Yaotang, and secondly to highlight his own role.

"Come on, let me introduce you to the leader of Haojiang Tiaolu, Mo Dingping." Chen Huimin felt that it was about the same, and introduced with a smile, "This is the most popular celebrity in the Jianghu at the moment, and he is as good as Shengyi Shuanghua Honggun Caishenyao."

"I know you two have conflicts, but we are both brothers of the Hong family. Sit down and talk. There is nothing that cannot be discussed."

Wang Yaotang put his hands in his pockets and said nothing. Mo Dingping took a deep breath and extended his hand expressionlessly, "Brother Yao, nice to meet you."

Looking down, Wang Yaotang showed no intention of offering his hand. “It seems that Boss Mo is very dissatisfied.”

"You act like this in the underworld struggle. Hey, God of Wealth Yao, I don't care whether I accept it or not, but you have affected the gambling king's business." Mo Dingping has been a big boss for more than ten years, so it is not easy for him to suppress his temper.

"I don't care whether the gambling king's business is doing well or not. It's useless to use him to pressure me." Wang Yaotang sneered and waved his hand.

"You!" Mo Dingping widened his eyes in disbelief. He turned to look at Chen Huimin and said, "I have nothing to do with you scolding the gambling king." Is this what you call "low-key"?
Chen Huimin also felt a little bit of a pain in the ass. The gambling king was a wealthy and powerful man, and he didn't expect that the God of Wealth Yao would not give him any face at all.

"What are you looking at? You eat his food, but I don't. I won't use the casino to launder money. I don't need to look up to him to do the clothing business." Wang Yaotang snorted.

"Sit down, sit down, sit down and talk." Chen Huimin pulled one of them in each hand and poured tea for them. Mo Dingping could only comfort himself in this way.

They eat the gambling king's food, but they can't do anything good. Without the gambling king saying anything, Hei Zai Hua and others will take action to destroy him.

"God of Wealth Yao, you are really awesome. What can I do to make you stop? Please tell me." Mo Dingping said in a deep voice.

"Oh, you talk as if you're really fucking wronged. You choked on some fucking shit, go burn down my shop!" Wang Yaotang pointed at Mo Dingping's flat nose and cursed.

Mo Dingping opened his mouth, but Chen Huimin held his hand down.

"We were drinking at the time, and I don't know how we got to talking about you opening three stores. Jie Shiwei suddenly said that the flag had been planted in the Haojiang River, and I..." Mo Dingping suppressed his anger and explained.

Wang Yaotang raised his hand and scratched his head. He thought of Situ Yulian swinging wildly on him...

The underworld sister who sits on the ground and sucks dirt has a unique charm, which is indeed incomparable to those little girls. She screams wildly, says anything, and is willing to cooperate with any posture. It feels...

Quite memorable!

Could it be that Jie Shiwei knew about it?

It shouldn’t be!

It was just an exchange.

"You rushed forward at the mere suggestion of a word, do you have a pig brain? What is Jie Shiwei's identity? As the gambling king's black glove, has he never thought of swallowing you up and increasing his bargaining chips in front of the gambling king?" Wang Yaotang cursed, "How did you sit in the position of the boss of Haojiang Tiaoli with a brain like yours?"

“No wonder the people from the water room took root here!”

Mo Dingping was stunned, and Chen Huimin also frowned. Those of them who got their start from the society are certainly good at fighting and have brains, but when it comes to some dirty things, they really can't beat those who are engaged in business.

After all, everyone adds points in different directions...

"Are you saying that Jie Shiwei did it on purpose?" Mo Dingping narrowed his eyes, his eyes full of murderous intent.

I've been hurt so badly and I can't find anyone to vent my anger on!

"How should I know? I haven't had any contact with him. Look at the logic of his behavior and the direction of his interests. You all eat the king of gambling's food. Do you expect others to teach you these things?" Wang Yaotang let out a heavy breath and waved his hand. "That's your business. It has nothing to do with me. I want to open my store. You compensate me with a nightclub, and let's forget about it."

"You wouldn't want to..." Mo Dingping pursed his lips.

"I have an incompatible relationship with gambling and drugs!" Wang Yaotang said in a deep voice, "I have a few gambling bosses who are all handed over to other people. They don't make much money, but they cause a lot of trouble."

Chen Huimin spoke up at this time, "Brother Yao's place doesn't have any loose fans, this is true."

"Okay, you have to pay me the transfer fee."

"Sure." Wang Yaotang finally smiled. "It just so happens that I made a lot of money by betting on myself to win in Haojiang."

"Wow, I heard from my elder sister that you won 2450 million!" Chen Huimin was drooling with envy.

"How can I have so much?" Wang Yaotang shook his head. "I used all the liquid funds from all the places I own to raise 1000 million to support myself. I have to pay it back."

"It should be at least 2000 million!"

“Haha, that’s pretty much it.”

"Damn it, the money I earned in more than ten years is not as much as in one night." Chen Huimin gritted his teeth. It was more painful to see others making money than to lose money himself.

"So I never thought about eating the gambling king's food." Wang Yaotang laughed.

I am just lying dormant now, it is only a matter of time before I surpass the gambling king.

So it's settled.

He waved his hand to ask the kitchen to serve the food, and after eating and drinking, the atmosphere suddenly became much better. Mo Dingping was supposed to offer tea and apologize, but Wang Yaotang forgave him.

This kind of formalism is unnecessary.

It was noon, and Mo Dingping had to go back to report to the gambling king, so he stood up and said goodbye. Wang Yaotang sent the two of them downstairs.

"No need to see me off. We will meet again in a few days." Standing at the door, Mo Dingping said with a smile.

"Okay, then the two..."

As he was talking, he saw out of the corner of his eye the rear window of a passing car lowered and an MP5 poking out.

Instantly, Wang Yaotang felt his scalp tingling, kicked the ground with his feet, and fell backwards with Aji, shouting, "There's a gunman!"

Chen Huimin, who was standing on the side, saw it more clearly. His pupils instantly shrank to the size of a needle tip. He raised his foot and kicked Mo Dingping, while using the force to pounce to the side.

"Da da da!"

The bullet almost grazed Mo Dingping's body. The two younger brothers trembled, looked shocked, and staggered back.

The gunman reacted just as quickly. He moved the muzzle of his gun slightly and pulled the trigger all the way towards Mo Dingping who had fallen to the ground. "Da da da da da da..."

Maybe one second, maybe two seconds...'Puff','Puff','Puff', blood splattered all over Mo Dingping's body.

"Om-"

The car sped away with the roar of the engine.

"I'll fuck your mother!" After rolling twice and getting up from the ground, Wang Yaotang cursed loudly!
(End of this chapter)