Chapter 204 The Big Boss
"In Hong Kong and Kowloon, rich people are just like that. Don't rich people have to eat, drink, and drink? You asked him to reason with those tough households and negotiate with those unruly people. Did he do it? < br>
He can't do it! You let those rich people with delicate skin and tender flesh do these dirty work? They just want to save face, and they don’t have the experience or courage.
At this time, don’t we, the associations, need to take action? Reclaim land, negotiate, redeem people, and fight! There's nothing we can't do.
Only with those prefixes are the white gloves of the bosses, these knights and presidents, can they have a comfortable meal.
But then again, associations also need the support of their bosses, otherwise why would we call them big water pipes?
There are so many people in one place, so you can save some money as the talker, and those younger brothers below also need to eat, right?
If you just fight, the settlement expenses and medical expenses will be in the millions. Without the support of those bosses, you can't even get it together even if you sell yourself.
There are not many big bosses behind you, but if you imitate others and become the boss, you will be the one to blame! ”
The guy sitting opposite talked a lot, spitting out saliva from his mouth from time to time, leaving Yin Xiu quite speechless.
This short mule, who usually seems to have a carefree personality, always has endless theories and opinions when it comes to the club.
"Okay! Okay! I'm just here to get some information from you. I'm not asking you to give a speech. I didn't know but I thought you were reciting "My Days in the Underworld"."
Yin Xiu impatiently stopped the conversation and returned to the topic.
"Okay."
Chuan Bao finally got serious and opened another bottle of beer for Yin Xiu.
"Stephen Huang, Huang Dahu, a big local entrepreneur with little reputation. He is engaged in foreign trade business and deals with foreigners. He is also one of the big bosses in Longgen.
Before Huang Dahu set up a factory, built a warehouse at the dock, and found a ship, Long Gen took care of things for him. For this reason, Long Gen also received a lot of benefits from him.
I have never seen this guy, but I heard that he is a good gambler. When he has nothing to do, he will go to a fixed place to play cards, and then go back after playing until dawn. ”
Kuanbao lowered his head and picked up the pen. He wrote an address on the paper with crooked handwriting and put it under the beer bottle.
Yin Xiu was not in a hurry to get it, just looked around and chatted with him for a few more words.
Seeing that Chuan Bao was speaking so loudly and seemed not to be afraid of being heard at all, Yin Xiu asked again: "Does this count as betraying your boss? If you find out, you will open an incense hall, right?"
"Betrayal?"
Chuanbao rolled his eyes at him, "Choose! It's said in the Bible. My younger brother's younger brother is not my younger brother. Naturally, my older brother's older brother is not my older brother. My boss is Brother Sheng, not that damn dragon root. .
And now Brother Sheng is also planning to come out and compete with Long Gen for a seat in the restaurant. Why should I be polite to that old ghost? Of course, I will explode whenever something happens! ”
"..."
Yin Xiu was speechless. After drinking the bottle of beer on the table, he put the note into his hand.
Just as he was about to turn around and leave, Kushibaku stopped him.
"By the way, Brother Sheng asked you, do you support him being the talker?"
"Ask me?"
Yin Xiu pointed at herself with some confusion.
"Yes, I heard that over at Long Gen, I don't know who helped him find some strange people. We are not afraid of serious fights, but we are afraid that some people are playing tricks behind our backs."
"Is it going to be a big deal this time? I heard rumors in the world that even those old men with other prefixes have come forward to support the prince?"
"Yeah." Chuanbao nodded, "They are all uncles who had a good relationship with the Hong family in the past. If Brother Sheng comes out to wave the flag, they will definitely come to help."
Yin Xiu grinned, "Since so many people support him, it's enough without me!"
Chuan Bao was stunned for a moment, then nodded, said nothing more, and watched Yin Xiu leave.
As long as Yin Xiu doesn't get involved in this turmoil, then his mission will be considered completed.
For such a powerful thug, who is good at magic and has a good mind, if they side with Long Gen, the situation will become very difficult for them.
No matter what, he doesn't take any side and is secretly trying to go against Long Gen. This is the best outcome for Hong Sheng.
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Stephen Huang, Huang Dahu, likes to wear a white suit on weekdays. Even his hat is a white felt hat. Only his feet are a pair of light brown leather shoes with hollow patterns.
He learned this kind of dress from some nobles in Dunling.
At some horse racing events in spring and summer, those upper-class people always like to wear such clothes, bring their wives, and hold a civilized stick in their hands, and walk into the racecourse with great dignity, leisurely and contented.
Such a scene and atmosphere can never be seen on Hong Kong Island.
Horse owners on Hong Kong Island are mostly wealthy. They raise a horse and hire a jockey just to take a group photo with the reins of the champion horse after winning a race, to occupy a position in the news pages, and to be in the limelight.
As for the process of the competition and how to raise the horses, they don't care. Many rich people are so pot-bellied that they can't even get on the back of a horse, let alone ride a horse themselves.
"Humph, Hong Kong Island is filled with a rotten and vulgar smell, which is completely different from the elegance and luxury of Dunling. It is just like the countryside with many high-rise buildings.
But no matter what, I have to do business. Just like when you ask a manure picker, does he like manure? He doesn't like it! Who likes poop? But picking dung is a profitable thing. If you can feed him and give him a bowl of rice, that's enough. ”
Huang Dahu was sitting in the carriage, holding the woman in his arms, talking loudly to her, and occasionally kissing the other woman's beautiful face, which was like gelatin, causing a burst of tenderness.
"But women, they have to be from our country and Hong Kong. Those foreign girls have such a strong smell that even a few kilograms of perfume can't cover them up. They also irritate their bodies. How can they be compared to those from here..."
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As he spoke, he buried his head closer to the woman's neck.
At this moment, there was an inappropriate knock on the door outside the carriage.
"Old Li, didn't I tell you not to disturb me when I'm talking about important things?"
Huang Dahu raised his head, reluctantly wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth, and then wiped his fingers with the handkerchief, his face full of depression.
"He's already off work and won't disturb you."
The compartment door opened, and a man with red facial makeup got in, like a Peking Opera martial artist who had just come off the stage.
As soon as he saw the person coming, Huang Dahu realized what was happening with the sudden slight shaking on the carriage.
He already felt strange just now. He hadn't even started yet. Where did the shock come from?
Huang Dahu looked into the eyes behind the red mask, and his face suddenly turned cold.
He looked at the woman whose face turned pale with fright, and said in a deep voice: "Put your skirt on."
(End of chapter)