Hong Kong Movie: At the beginning, Big Boss B asked me to draw the death lottery

Chapter 31 Deng Wei: I don’t like this kind of trouble-making younger brother!

Under Jimmy's coordination, the news that He Yaozong spent money to borrow soldiers spread from one person to ten, and from ten to a hundred.

In less than half an hour, the disciples of the Longgen lineage alone were about to trample down the threshold of the Hetai Teahouse.

Wuying, Xiwei and others sat in the middle of the teahouse hall, put a few chairs, and recorded one by one every gang member who came to make this quick money.

"Name."

"Xiwei, are you blind? I'm Chaozhou Wei!"

"Chaozhou Wei, we might have to go chop people up when work starts tonight. Why are you guys from the meat stall joining in the fun?"

"Pick! What's the difference between chopping a pig and chopping a person?"

"Okay, stop talking nonsense. How many brothers are there?"

"Five!"

“Okay, take your people upstairs to collect the money.

When Brother Yao blows the whistle this afternoon, remember to hang a red towel on your left arm, otherwise if you get hit by your own people, Brother Yao won’t pay for the medical expenses.”

Xiwei quickly wrote down the names of the group, and then waved to indicate Chaozhou Weinuo's location.

Wuying was also very busy. He was carefully looking at a piece of pork ribs in front of him.

"Come alone?"

"Yes."

"Who is the boss?"

"The boss is Dazhichen."

"Which sect is Dazhichen from, Liansheng?"

"No, Brother Wuying, I'm from the Number Gang, working in the Kwun Tong area.

My boss heard that you guys were looking to borrow some soldiers, so he asked me to come over and ask if you were short on manpower."

Wuying was so angry that he laughed.

"Fuck your mother, are you deaf or blind?

Can't you see the sign at the door saying "No entry unless you are a member of the Heliansheng sect?"

"Brother Wuying, our price is fair. We can ask for less so we can make a little profit!"

After all, the Number Gang's reputation is still quite impressive, and Wuying doesn't want to offend this guy.

He just urged the guy in front of him to leave.

"I can't make the decision on this. Brother Yao has said that the brothers from Heliansheng must be fed first.

You can see that so many of our family members can’t even get a number, how can your number help them make a living?”

Pai Gu Zai stood up in disappointment, but still did not give up lobbying.

"Well, if Brother Yao encounters any tough tasks in the future, you can always come to Kwun Tong to look for numbers to help Da Zhichen.

Our prices are really fair!"

"Alright, alright, I'll tell Brother Yao."

At this time, He Yaozong was sitting in the office of the financial company with his eyes closed.

The hustle and bustle downstairs did not affect his thoughts at all.

He was conducting a stress test on the system.

Sure enough, when the people downstairs gathered a hundred quotas for borrowing soldiers, the system gave a risk warning.

When the number of borrowed soldiers reaches 200, the system will inform you that rebates can no longer be provided for the excess quota.

In other words, according to the system's judgment, borrowing 100 soldiers is enough for him to completely deal with Yan Chanle in Temple Street.

He Yaozong was not too surprised, and it was understandable that the system imposed restrictions.

If he could really borrow unlimited troops, and he offered a sky-high price, and dragged all the gangsters in Hong Kong Island to Temple Street for a stroll every day, then the current functions of the system might no longer be necessary.

Temple Street, Windsor Nightclub.

Yan Chanle, who had a 2:8 side-parted hair, was standing under an awning on the rooftop with his hands behind his back, staring blankly at Bianhui who had been beaten unconscious.

"I'm so hot-tempered. It's easier to invite a god than to send him away. You beat him up like this, so you have to figure out how to handle this yourself!"

Huobao, who was standing behind Yanchanle, twisted his neck.

"Boss, I'm telling you, Blind Hui is so tough today, no matter how you hit him, it won't work.

It turns out that someone at Heliansheng is backing him up, but I just can't understand how someone would take a loser like him in as a younger brother."

Yan Chanle raised his eyelids and glanced at Huo Bao coldly.

"Don't change the subject. The rumors are circulating everywhere that this gangster named He Yaozong is borrowing troops and is about to cause trouble for us.

It's not easy for me to manage these places in Temple Street, you'd better not make it difficult for me! "

After Yan Chanle said this, he didn't waste any more words with Huo Bao and left the rooftop with his hands behind his back.

"pick!"

Huobao kicked the awning next to him, his face gradually distorted, and he shouted at Yanchanle's back.

"Why are you afraid of him? He Liansheng is so scary!

Anyone who's been around knows that the Liansheng District Nine gang is saying one thing and doing another, and they're not on the same page! "

But Yan Chanle ignored him and walked downstairs.

There was no other way, Huobao had to squat down and reach out to pat Blindhui on the cheek.

"Wake up, Pujie! You'd better stop pretending to be dead and making things difficult for me. I'm going to throw you down the stairs tonight!"

Yan Shanle came to the bar of the nightclub and found Ah Hua still sitting there, concentrating on reading an entertainment magazine. Yan Shanle walked over and handed him a cigarette.

“Brother Hua, he’s no longer with the Jingyi Society and he’s even more aggressive than before.

Hundreds of people said they would just poop it out, it was really a big deal! "

Ahua put down the magazine and waved his hand to knock the cigarette out of Yan Chan Le's hand.

"No, I'm afraid you might put some in it!"

Yan Chanle, feeling humiliated, could only sneer.

"Do you really have to make things difficult for me?"

"You have to understand, I'm not being mean to you now!
You kidnapped Blind Hui without asking why, and you still won't let me see him. How can I explain this to you when I go back?"

Yan Chanle glanced at Ahua with a gloomy look.

"Well, I'll bring Blind Hui out to you right away, and I'll also pay you 10,000 yuan for the medicine.

Go back and say hello to He Yaozong, and have Huobao serve tea, or let me apologize. There's no need to mobilize so many people!"

"I choose!"

Ah Hua couldn't help but laugh out loud: "Two hundred people were pulled out of the hall, and you think you can get it done with just ten thousand yuan?
Yan Chan Le, are you crazy? "

"So I must die?!"

Yan Chanle's voice suddenly became louder, and in an instant, a group of thugs guarding the nightclub surrounded him, all with unfriendly faces, looking at Ahua.

The smile on Ahua's lips gradually faded.

He slowly reached behind his waist, took out a shiny dagger, and inserted it directly into the leather sofa behind him.

"Great! I just ran out of excuses to train you!"

The corners of Yan Chanle's mouth twitched violently and his brows furrowed.

He waved his hand to signal the thugs surrounding him to retreat, and then spoke coldly.

"The incident was caused by my temper, it has nothing to do with me!"

Sham Shui Po, pick up at the Good Luck Mahjong Hall.

Long Gen is still living his regular retirement life, enjoying playing mahjong.

Ring ring ring——

The phone rang, but Long Gen didn't take it seriously. He shuffled the cards with one hand, reached out with the other hand, took out the phone, and pressed the answer button.

The other three players immediately stopped what they were doing and didn't make any noise.

"Are you there?"

"Long Gen, what are you doing?"

An old and nasal voice came from the receiver.

The one who called Long Gen was none other than the retired emperor of He Liansheng, the actual ruler of the Ninth District, and the uncle who sat in the top seat in the Senate—Deng Wei!
Long Gen immediately stopped shuffling the cards in his hand and held the phone firmly.

"Oh, it's Brother Wei!
I'm just playing a few rounds of mahjong with someone, what do you want from me?"

"Long Gen, I heard that you adopted a younger brother named He Yaozong, and some time ago, he even caused the Hongxing boss B to come to your house and have a cup of tea worth two million.

Is there such a thing?"

"Yes, but I didn't ask much about the younger generations' affairs. What's wrong, Brother Wei?"

"Nothing, I won't ask about this matter for now, I just want to ask you one thing.

"Did you know that He Yaozong is waving flags and blowing whistles at your gang and taking people to Temple Street to show off their horses?"

"I know!"

Long Gen disagreed. In his opinion, that large group of people were taken away from his own hall.

According to the rules, the boss who received the money had to pay him tea money as usual.

He Yaozong spends his own money to do his own things, and he can make money even if he just lies down.

Besides, this loser is just taking this opportunity to make a name for himself in Temple Street, so there is no need for me to worry so much.

However, Deng Wei obviously did not agree with this.

"Long Gen, you are an old man, almost sixty years old, and you don't do things lightly.

Hundreds of people were dragged out to dry their horses, and even the police chief from Organized Crime and Triad Bureau called me!

If something goes wrong, can you afford it?"

"It's just a small-time idiot who's destroying my house. The consequences can't be that serious, right?"

"You know whether it's serious or not! Anyway, I don't like this kind of trouble-making kid!

He's been causing trouble just a few days after joining the company, and he's already causing trouble everywhere. If he gets into trouble in the future, we and Liansheng won't be able to protect him!"

After saying that, Fat Deng hung up the phone.

Long Gen was in He Liansheng, and he was considered an uncle of high rank. He couldn't help but feel unhappy when he was scolded by Fat Deng for no reason.

He dropped the phone on the mahjong table and cursed.

"If you don't like it, don't sit in that position! You deserved to be betrayed by your confidant and lose your territory in Tsim Sha Tsui!"

When he looked up again, he found that the neighbors who were playing cards with him were all staring at him in amazement.

"Uncle, are you still... going to fight?"

Long Gen looked down at his own terrible deck of cards, and his mood became even worse.

He simply pushed down the repaired Great Wall, stood up angrily, and told his follower to leave the mahjong hall.

(End of this chapter)