mesbooks Chapter 9, praising 49
Chapter 9, praising 49
"Make the call, in front of me."
Li Rui focused on treating his wounds, his eyes fixed on the wound: "You crippled Daoist Zi, that lame boss of his will definitely not let this go. Let's see what the gang says."
Li Rui knew the ways of the gang very well, and began to give instructions to Wu Tianyao.
Fatty Kun kept losing money playing mahjong tonight, and lost another round when Wu Tianyao called.
Fatty Kun, upon hearing Wu Tianyao cripple the two Daoist brothers who had come to cause trouble, exclaimed: "The two Daoist brothers? You handled them?!"
He growled in a shrill voice, "You bastard, he's a gangster and a red-hot thug. If you cripple him, I'll fucking be in trouble with you too!"
At this time.
The man playing cards with his opponent mocked, "Fatty Kun, it's no fun being a boss like you. Your underlings are so out of the loop, and you can't even protect them?"
"Yes, that's right. Talk to Zihua Xin and let him make the decision." Someone chimed in.
"Okay, wait for my call."
Fatty Kun thought they made sense, so he comforted Wu Tianyao and hung up the phone.
I left the mahjong parlor.
The lame guy called, his voice menacing: "Fatty Kun, I want to see that bastard who crippled the twins crippled within an hour!"
He threatened, "If you don't hand over the person, I'll send a coffin to your door!"
"Tsk, you're telling me all this?" Fatty Kun curled his lip, equally forceful: "Fellow Daoist, you deserved to be crippled for crossing the line. Wait for my boss's call."
Fat Kun had a very low profile in the gang, and he was well aware of this. Wu Tianyao, a lowly 49-year-old gangster, was a useless Red Pole. Pushing him up was a real opportunity for him to show off.
He searched for a while before finding the phone number for the eldest son, Hua Xin, and immediately dialed it.
Zi Huaxin is currently sitting in the old Chang Sheng Tea House in Tsuen Wan, which is the headquarters of He Yi He.
Zihua Xin usually has nothing to do, so he just "works" here.
"Oh?"
Zi Huaxin's hand, which was holding the teacup, froze in mid-air: "What? Fatty Kun, having drunk too much so late at night, and now you're joking with me?"
There are about fifteen or sixteen people holding permanent positions in the club.
Fatty Kun, the straw sandal guy, is the most useless and least noticeable. Even the word-of-mouth letter has almost forgotten what he looks like.
The worst of the worst.
If he doesn't submit his bills on time every month, the letter-writing service will be taken away.
And that's how a straw sandal fell flat on its face.
What kind of character could his parking attendant, Si Jiuzai, be, that he could cripple Dao Youzi?
He doesn't believe it.
To know.
The lame man on Qingshan Road occupies half of Qingshan Road.
The reason he was able to add the three characters "Qingshan Dao" before his nickname was because Daoyouzi, a member of the Red Stick gang, played a very important role in it.
"No, bro!"
Fat Kun quickly denied it: "Lame Guy just called me and told me to hand over the person!" Then he asked, "What do we do now?"
Let the person in charge make the decision on this.
If the club takes care of it, then I'll support myself; if the club doesn't, then I'll hand over the manpower.
Fatty Kun is very shrewd.
Give me three minutes.
Zi Huaxin hung up the phone and looked at the two people who were having tea with him: "One of Fei Kun's men, Si Jiu, crippled He Lihe's Red Stick Daoist brothers."
Both Kowloon Fat Tong and Sai Wan Egg Tart looked over, equally incredulous.
Fei Tang and Egg Tart are from the same generation, and they have each secured a place for themselves in Kowloon and Sai Wan respectively, demonstrating considerable strength.
Especially Fei Tang.
Don't let his overweight appearance fool you, he's a genuine big-breasted red stick.
"Is the news true?" Fat Tang spoke first, and upon seeing the letter, he nodded: "Then let's throw 30,000 yuan at the cripple as a settling-in allowance for our fellow Daoist."
In Hong Kong.
There are more than a hundred societies of all sizes, and more than twenty or thirty of them have the character "和" in their names. Among these societies with the character "和" in their names, Wo Yee Ho is definitely ranked in the middle to last.
They've always had minor and major conflicts with Wo Lee Wo, and the gang has been declining, so they need fresh blood to come in.
It's quite a feat for a mere 49-year-old to have crippled a Red Pole at Wo Lee Wo. If word gets out, it'll be a big deal.
This is the kind of talent the organization needs.
"The club needs bright newcomers; we can mentor them."
Egg Tart signaled his trusted aide, Ah Bao, to gather information: "It's only 30,000 dollars. If they can get a shrewd thug in return, the gang will be rolling in it!"
After a brief moment of consideration, Zihua Xin nodded.
If Si Jiu can really take down a Red Pole (a high-ranking member of the Communist Party), then he can be given a chance to rise again, and the gang will profit.
If we can't get it back on track, the worst we'll lose is 30,000 yuan, which is just a matter of missing a few mahjong games.
This investment has low cost and extremely high returns.
soon.
Ah Bao came in from outside: "I called and confirmed it's true. Xinji Wanchai Tiger happened to be there and even actively recruited this Si Jiu."
Even Wanchai Tiger Chan Yiu-hing took the initiative to recruit him, so this Si-jiu must have something special about him.
"Fei Kun, tell your Si Jiu to hide and wait for the wind."
Zi Huaxin scolded Fatty Kun, saying, "Keep an eye on him. If anything happens to him, you'll be the one to face the family discipline!"
He tossed the cell phone to Fat Tang: "You should know Limpy Guy, talk to him."
Fei Tang made the call, but Limpy Guy was in a very bad mood and wouldn't talk to him.
"Crippled guy, we've taken care of this deal with you. He came here to cause trouble without knowing what he was doing, and he deserved to be crippled." Zi Huaxin took the phone directly: "I'll have someone send 30,000 over as a resettlement fee for him, and that'll be the end of it."
"You really think I, Limpy Guy, am a useless cripple?" Limpy Guy retorted defiantly, "One of my henchmen only gets 30,000 yuan?! Where does that leave Lihe and his reputation?"
"I'll give you 30,000 yuan, if you don't want it, then don't." Zi Huaxin's attitude was also very tough: "If you're not satisfied and want to fight, then you can have your men move now."
The two families had occasional minor conflicts, and Zihuaxin never gave him a friendly look.
"I want to see how you, you cripple, explain yourself to your boss when we sit down at a stall on Castle Peak Road with hundreds of brothers from Yihe."
Zi Huaxin paused, then grinned and said, "Qingshan Road isn't just about the lame guy!"
There are two lame men on Qingshan Road.
He Li and Li Ka, along with He Ji Li Zi, divided up Castle Peak Road, each taking half of it.
If the crippled guy really fights to the end with Wo Yee He, Wo Kee will definitely take advantage of the situation.
Hutchison Whampoa is the top-ranked one with the "Hutchison" prefix.
The lame man's voice was deep: "Fake news, are you really going to fight us and Lihe for some bastard?!"
"Damn, is this your first day in the game?"
Zihua Xin scoffed, toying with the Buddhist amulet hanging around his neck: "If a big shot doesn't protect these little minions, who the hell will work for us in the future?"
He was straightforward: "That's settled then. I'll have someone bring the money over tomorrow. Don't tell me now, or my people won't have to make a wasted trip."
Upon hearing this, the lame man fell silent, unable to utter a single word: "Fine, you charlatan, you've got some nerve! But that kid has to throw a farewell feast!"
"Screw you, old man. You like to drink, so I'll personally set up ten or eight tables for you?!" Zi Huaxin scoffed.
"Let's play mahjong together sometime."
Seeing that the lame man didn't speak, Zihua Xin put down the phone and tossed it aside.
"Tell Fatty Kun to bring Si Jiu over tomorrow." Zi Huaxin downed his teacup in one gulp. "By the way, what's his name?"
"Wu Tianyao".
"Um... Wu Tianyao."
Zi Huaxin repeated himself, noting in his mind: "If it works out, I don't mind promoting another person to protect the gang, and incidentally stepping on a useless straw sandal."
"Time for tea."
Fei Tang smiled and picked up the teapot to pour tea.