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

Chapter 6006 If you don’t accept mediocrity, you will accept pain
"How many times have I told you, Xiwei, that in the debt collection business these days, you need to use your brain!"

Jimmy had a strong aura. He pointed at his head and said to Xiwei in front of him.

Then he glanced at He Yaozong meaningfully, walked up to Xiwei and whispered in his ear.

"This guy was taken in by Brother Sen, and he might bring trouble to the gang.

I don't want to offend Brother Sen and hand over the most difficult account to him!"

After saying this, Jimmie patted Xiwei on the shoulder, then raised his wrist to look at his watch, and then left the accounting office.

Xiwei immediately showed an expression of sudden enlightenment.

After Jimmy left, he did not hesitate and snapped his fingers, signaling his men to go to the accounting office to take out the accumulated bad debts.

"Come on, pretty boy, sit here."

Pulling out a chair, Xiwei gestured for He Yaozong to sit down in the accounting office.

He then took a pile of IOUs from his henchman, and after a brief search, found one in the middle.

Shaking the wrinkled IOU, he walked up to He Yaozong.

"Ayao, right? You're good at collecting money, right? Then go and collect this money.

Look carefully, the person who owes the money is Zhang Jiale.

On April 8th, half a month ago, this guy borrowed 11,700 yuan from our financial company.

According to the rules, he had to pay us back 16,900 yuan three days ago!

But this guy has cooperated with us before and is also in the debt collection business.

Brother Jimmy gave him a discount. If you can get 14,000 yuan from him, you've got the deal!"

After taking the IOU handed to him by Xiwei, He Yaozong just glanced at the address on the IOU and then put the IOU into his pocket.

"That's fine, Xiao Wei Ge. Are there any other bad debts that can't be collected?"

"Damn, young man, don't be so arrogant. First, get this bad debt back!"

Xiwei couldn't help but laugh at He Yaozong's serious look.

He pulled a chair and sat next to He Yaozong.

He said, "The guy who owes this money is a notorious scoundrel on Tangle Street!"

He Yaozong smiled and said, "Is this guy named Zhang Jiale very arrogant?"

"It's so cool! It's so cool!"

"Is there a big boss who's hard to mess with backing you up?"

"No, he works under Brother Hua, the boss of Jingyi Society.

Brother Wah was in the Mong Kok area. Although he was not well-known, he was considered the top figure in the Jingyi Society.

It’s funny to say that the eldest brother Huazai only has this little brother, but he treats Wuying better than his own brother!
And this guy Wuying is even more stubborn and won’t budge…”

"Wait a minute, Viagra, are you saying... the guy who owes money is a blackfly?"

Just as Xiwei was talking, He Yaozong suddenly interrupted him.

Blackfly?

The moment he heard this name, a strange... expression unconsciously appeared in He Yaozong's mind?
Xiwei blinked: "Why, do you know him?"

"I've heard of this guy. I'll open this order tonight. I'll come back to get the other IOUs from you later."

He Yaozong responded, then smiled at Xiwei and left the accounting office.

Xiwei and the debt collectors in the room looked at each other in bewilderment.

One of the thugs walked up to Xiwei.

"Brother Xiwei, I think this guy isn't kidding. Could he really get this money back?"

Xiwei curled his lips and said, "Who knows? Let's wait until he comes back."

……

In a restaurant in Sun Fat Building, Tong Lok Street, Mong Kok.

Wuying was holding a pool cue, a cigarette butt in his mouth, and nervously watching his opponent on the table.

It was not difficult to tell from his grief-stricken expression that he had lost everything in tonight's football bet.

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"Fuck your mother!" As his opponent scored the black ball, Wuying immediately spat out the cigarette butt in his mouth, then lifted the back of his flowered shirt, took out a fifty-dollar Hong Kong dollar note from his trouser pocket, and handed it to his opponent.

The guy who was betting on football with Wuying was already grinning from ear to ear.

"Hey, fly, you've already lost two thousand dollars tonight.

I see you still have five hundred dollars in your pocket, do you want to take it all out and let's have a go?"

"Damn it! Fuck you! It's so great that you can play basketball!"

"Hey, if you don't want to fight, then don't fight. Don't curse. Can't you stand losing?"

"I can't afford to lose? Everyone in Tangle Street knows that I, Wuying, am the one who will accept defeat the most!"

"Since you can afford to lose, let's play a few more rounds."

Faced with the other party's provocation, Wuying couldn't help but get angry.

He threw away the club in his hand, pointed at the other person's nose and yelled.

"You're just playing the same old game! If you like gambling so much, go find a troll!

I'm playing Russian roulette with you. You shoot me, I shoot you. We're betting our lives. Whoever dares not play becomes my sworn brother!"

Seeing that Wuying was getting anxious, someone immediately came up to persuade Wuying's teammates.

"Forget it, forget it. This guy has lost a lot of money these past two days. Just wait, he'll come to gamble with you again."

A group of people put down their clubs and walked out of the billiard hall.

He Yaozong had been sitting in the lounge area of ​​the ballroom for a long time, holding a soda tube in his mouth.

Wuying's temper was just as he had imagined: hot-tempered, explosive, and very concerned about his reputation.

If this kind of loser becomes a gangster, it is bound to be a complete tragedy.

I can't live a peaceful life, and my mind is full of thoughts about standing out and becoming a superior person.

He has character flaws, not much ability, and a bad temper.

The saying "If you don't accept mediocrity, you have to accept pain" probably refers to this kind of people.

The noisy billiard hall suddenly became quiet. Wuying lit a cigarette angrily, as if trying to calm his complicated mood.

Just when He Yaozong was about to go up and talk, the curtain of the billiard hall was lifted, and someone walked in and shouted at Wuying from a distance.

"Big brother!"

Wuying looked carefully and found that the person coming was his younger brother.

So his already ugly face became even uglier.

He glanced away, as if he didn't want to face his brother head-on.

But Wuying's younger brother obviously didn't notice his elder brother's predicament.

"Brother, Amei asked me to discuss something with you. Her father has a very strong opinion!
Holding a wedding banquet on the rooftop does seem a bit too shabby..."

It would have been better if this sentence hadn't been said, because once it was said, the black flies were instantly blown away.

He stretched out his hand holding a cigarette and almost hit his brother in the face.

"What the hell do you think? Why don't you go ask him if his daughter has a gold rim?

Damn it, what’s the difference between having a party on a rooftop and in a hotel?

What if there is no abalone for him to eat? Let him eat shit! ! "

The younger brother was a young man who was inexperienced in the ways of the world. Seeing his elder brother so angry, he seemed a little at a loss for a moment.

He could only step back feeling wronged, muttering to himself.

"Brother, I..."

Seeing his brother like this, Wuying couldn't help but feel a little discouraged.

These days he has been trying every possible way to raise money. Every day after burning incense at the Tianhou Temple, he would come to the Bolou Hall to gamble with others, just to raise some money to hold a grand wedding for his brother.

However, unlucky people have unlucky fates. After several days, he did not save much money. Instead, his savings, which were already small to begin with, were almost gone.

He took a deep puff of his cigarette, then stepped forward and hugged his brother.

"Ah Huan, as your eldest brother, I'm sorry for you!
Don't worry, I will do my best to make this wedding a grand one for you."

He Yaozong, who had been watching the show for a long time, couldn't help but feel happy. He knew that it was his turn to perform.

(End of this chapter)