Hong Kong variety show: The tycoon who emerged from Portland Street

Not long after Thirteen Sister returned home, she called Chen Mo.

Old Man Bai made a reservation at Fushun Restaurant and invited Thirteen Sister and Chen Mo to have dinner together at seven o'clock that evening.

Chen Mo arrived on time with Thirteen Sister.

Old Man Baitou, along with Golden-haired Tiger Sandworm and Sangbo, had already arrived and were waiting in the private room.

"Uncle Ben, it's been a long time!"

Thirteen Sister walked forward enthusiastically; she and the old man with white hair had always had a good relationship.

The old man with white hair smiled as he stood up, gave Thirteen Sister a warm hug, and gently patted her back.

"Thirteenth Sister, it's been so long! You never even have time to visit this old man. You can't leave tonight without getting drunk!"

"Sure, no problem. You'll definitely have a great time with me tonight!"

After Old Man Bai pulled Thirteen Sister's hand and sat down, he turned his gaze to Chen Mo behind him.

"This must be Chen Mo, one of your men! He's quite the handsome young man!"

"Uncle, you're too kind. Just call me Amo."

Chen Mo nodded modestly and pulled out the chair next to Thirteen Sister to sit down.

Sitting opposite Chen Mo, Sang Bo was glaring at him with a look of resentment.

However, Chen Mo paid no attention to Sang Bo's gaze.

"Amo, I heard from my men that Sangbo and you had a little disagreement last night?"

The old man with white hair asked with a smile, his tone devoid of any blame or dissatisfaction.

Chen Mo smiled and nodded: "It's just a small matter, I didn't expect it to bother Uncle Ben!"

Upon hearing Chen Mo say it was a trivial matter, Sang Bo flew into a rage, stood up, and slammed his fist on the table: "What do you mean by a trivial matter? You had someone slap me! Is that a trivial matter?!"

"Sangbo, sit down!"

Sha Meng, who was standing nearby, stopped Sang Bo from moving and pulled him by the arm, making him sit down.

He then looked at Chen Mo and said coldly, "Chen Mo, Sang Bo is still one of our Dongxing people."

He went to your place, and you not only kicked him out but also had someone slap him. Wasn't that going too far?

"Golden Tiger, right? Sangbo caused trouble at my bar. I can handle it however I want, right?"

"Don't even mention just slapping him a few times, I could break his legs and he'd still have to take it!"

When facing the old man with white hair, Chen Mo could be more amiable for the sake of Thirteen Sister.

As for the others, who cares!

"You—!" Sandman slammed his hand on the table, about to stand up.

The old man with white hair immediately spoke up to stop Sandman and Sangbo: "Sandman, Sangbo, you two better behave yourselves."

"Amo!" Thirteen Sister also spoke up, gently scolding Chen Mo.

Seeing that both leaders had spoken, the three of them quieted down.

The old man with white hair looked at Chen Mo with a smile: "Thirteen Sister and I have been friends for many years. Hung Hing and Tung Hing are also old triads in Hong Kong Island that have been around for decades. There is no need for us to make our relationship so strained."

"Although Sangbo might not look good, he did cause trouble first. Anyway, Sangbo wasn't hurt, and Amo, your bar didn't suffer any losses, so how about we just let this matter go?"

Before Chen Mo could say anything, Sang Bo retorted, "Uncle, how can this be! How am I supposed to survive in the martial arts world like this!"

Upon hearing Sangbo's words, the old man with white hair gently turned to look at Sangbo, and the smile on his face gradually disappeared.

"Sangbo, are you dissatisfied with my arrangements?"

Sangbo seemed to realize belatedly who had just spoken.

A layer of cold sweat immediately broke out on his forehead, and his arrogant attitude instantly vanished.

"No... I wouldn't dare, it's up to me!"

Currently, the leading company in Dongxing, Camel, is still in the Netherlands, while in Hong Kong Island, it's the old man who calls the shots.

Who would dare disobey him?

The old man turned his gaze to Chen Mo again, and a smile returned to his face.

"Amo, what did you say?"

"Uncle Ben, you are a senior, and since you've said so, of course I have no objection."

Although Chen Mo didn't know what the old man was planning to do, there was no need to offend him.

Besides, he hadn't suffered any loss in the first place, and he had no intention of continuing to argue with Dongxing.

"That's good. Let them serve the food. You can all have a drink together later and let bygones be bygones!"

Seeing that Chen Mo was sensible, the old man was also very satisfied and smiled as he asked someone to call the waiter to serve the dishes.

The waiter served the food quickly, and then brought over a bottle of red wine and handed it to the old man.

"Let's drink red wine today!" The old man smiled and took the bottle of red wine.

Thirteen Sister looked surprised: "Drinking red wine is a bit of a waste. I only know Ribena!"

"It's alright, I don't really understand either." The old man smiled as he showed the label to Thirteen Sister beside him.

"This is a 1982 Moudon. Every bottle we drink reduces the supply. Guess how much it costs?"

Thirteen Sister shook her head, and the others didn't respond.

The old man with white hair continued, "It will cost thirty thousand yuan!"

"Wow—it's so expensive! How can we possibly deserve to drink such fine wine!" Thirteen Sister exclaimed, feigning an exaggerated expression.

"There's no such thing as being a good match or not. In Hong Kong, as long as you have money, you can drink whatever you want. Money is the most important thing."

Old Man Bai opened the wine bottle, poured a glass for Thirteen Sister and himself, and then placed the bottle on the table.

"Pour yourselves. We've become friends through this little misunderstanding, so let's have a drink together, and we'll be friends from now on!"

Sha Meng and Sang Bo obediently poured wine into their glasses, and Chen Mo did the same.

Chen Mo had never drunk a bottle of red wine that cost 30,000 yuan in his two lives. He figured he might as well drink it since it wasn't his money.

Sha Meng and Sang Bo raised their glasses to Chen Mo, and Chen Mo returned the toast.

However, neither of them smiled much, and neither of them spoke.

Seeing that the three had drunk their wine, the old man with white hair said with a smile, "Alright, let's forget about the past. No one can bring it up again. Everyone, eat your food! Eat your food!"

After eating for a while, we finished the red wine.

The old man smiled and asked Thirteen Sister, "Thirteen Sister, how does this red wine taste?"

"Uncle Ben, a bottle of red wine that costs over 30,000 yuan must be delicious! But it's a bit of a waste for me to drink such a rare wine," Thirteen Sister complimented.

"What's so rare about that? As long as you have money, you can drink whatever you want."

The old man with white hair looked relaxed, then looked at Chen Mo.

"Chen Mo, what do you think of the taste of this red wine?"

"The wine that Uncle Ben brought out is of course top-notch in taste."

Chen Mo flattered.

In fact, even though Chen Mo hadn't drunk much red wine, he knew that red wine needed to be "breathed" before drinking.

Even if it's a bottle of red wine that costs 30,000 yuan, Chen Mo only felt that it was sour and astringent after opening the bottle and drinking it directly.

"Hahahaha." The old man with white hair laughed loudly. "If you like, I have more at home, I'll give you a few bottles."

"Uncle, I can't accept a reward without merit, so let's forget about it!" Chen Mo declined.

Before figuring out the old man's purpose, Chen Mo dared not accept anything from him.

The old man with white hair waved his hand and said, "It's just a few bottles of wine, nothing to mention. I like capable young people like you; we can keep in touch more often!"

After saying that, the old man turned to Thirteen Sister and asked, "Thirteen Sister, now that you have such a capable subordinate like Chen Mo and a large territory, are you interested in doing business with me?"

Thirteen Sister glanced at Chen Mo without making a sound.

Then he looked at the old man with white hair and said, "Uncle Ben, you know the rules of our Hung Hing."