I haven't been a boss for many years

"Shenghe treats guests like this? No wonder it's going bad!" Da Bohao didn't refuse Shenghezi's search, but he felt upset and cursed aloud.

I'm just sending a fruit basket, just like anti-killer, who do you look down on?

The two Sheng Hezai took two steps back after the inspection. The leader turned around and opened the door to ask the sitting hall. He opened the door only after getting the answer from Zhulian Xu, and raised his hand to invite: "Brother Yihai, we Xiangzhu invite you in."

"You guys stay outside. I'll go in and talk to Zhuian Xu." Li Chenghao left Datou Kun and others outside the door, and one person came in with a fruit basket, lying on the hospital bed, wearing a hospital gown, covered The quilt, skinny, and pale-faced Xu said: "Mr. Xu, Mr. Zhang asked me to give you a fruit basket. I wish you a speedy recovery and bring victory and glory again."

Li Chenghao shook the fruit basket with a proud manner, put the fruit basket on the bedside table, moved a chair and sat down.

"Big Bohao! Pay attention to what you say." "Liang Di", the hall master of Shenghe Hurdao, one of Shenghe's seven stars, was sitting by the hospital bed. Seeing Li Chenghao's defiant look, he couldn't help but stop.

Li Chenghao turned to stare at him with a face full of disdain: "Shaan Di, I was beaten to death by Thai dude just a few days ago, have you forgotten it now?"

"Shut up! Talk too much, and I'll let the Thai guy blow your head off next time!"

"There is really no one in Yihai, and you have to hire foreign aid to show off your horse." Liangdi has blond curly hair and looks like a Chinese-European mixed race. Even if she speaks pure Cantonese, she is still very eye-catching in the crowd.

"I, Yihai, have too many talents. A peripheral player can smash your victory!" Li Chenghao said aloud.

Cone-faced Xu didn't even have the strength to stop him, so he lay quietly on the bed, listening to the two people arguing endlessly.

Li Chenghao looked at the old look of the seniors in the rivers and lakes, and he couldn't help but felt pity. He stopped chasing Liang Di and scolded him, and turned to look at Xu, who was on the hospital bed with a prickly face: "Mr. Xu, Shenghe and Yihai are a family. My boss said that Yihai will not catch up with Juesheng and...the two clubs still have a chance to coexist together, for example..."

"Thank you, Mr. Zhang." A smile appeared on Xu's cheeks, and he interrupted Li Chenghao's words. His eyes were obviously gentle, but his expression was somewhat cautious: "Mr. Zhang is really as powerful as the sea."

"Mr. Li, please convey my thanks to Mr. Zhang for me."

"No need." Li Chenghao stood up with a wave of his hand and was about to leave. He coughed twice and asked politely, "Mr. Li, would you like to have a cup of tea before leaving?"

"No need, I'm afraid I can't help but beat that Shandi to death." He shook his hands, the tip of his nose moved, and the smell in the ward seemed very uncomfortable.

This instinctive move fell into the eyes of Zhuanlian Xu, but it was more ironic than any rhetoric.

After Li Chenghao left, Zhulian Xu seemed to have lost all his strength, collapsed on the bedside, and said in a sad voice: "Di Zai, I can't do it."

"Grandpa, the club has gone to the United States to hire the best doctor..." Liang Di sat beside her, with tears streaming down Shi Guang's cheeks. Even though he is of mixed race, he is actually an orphan who was raped by the British Army and lived on the streets since he was a child. If it hadn't been for Zhulian Xu's adoption and cultivation as his own son, it would be impossible to have what he is today.

Once, Liangdi also hang out with Uncle Jie for a while, and married Uncle Jie's daughter.

Of course Cone-faced Xu has biological children, but they have already been sent abroad. All the resources of Xiangjiang Club are used to support Liang Di. Liang Di is Cone-faced Xu's hard-core supporter. Face Xu is seriously ill, and has been waiting on the bedside. His reputation in the world has faded, and even his power has been divided up by heaven and scholars.

"Have you ever heard that cancer recurrence can be cured?" Chuanlian Xu smiled weakly: "Half of the stomach has been cut, and if I cut it in half, I'm afraid I will starve to death."

"I wanted to live for a few more years to support you as a guest house, but I think I won't have a chance this time."

"I plan to give up my seat to Tiantang in advance. Tiantangzi is the only one who can carry the victory and name."

Liang Di sat in front of the hospital bed and nodded slightly.

"You just vote that vote for heaven." Zhulian Xu sighed: "I will announce my resignation next week, how can I sit in the office until I die."

In fact, Shenghe has gone his own way now.

Cone-faced Xu closed his eyes: "Just now Mr. Yihai Zhang asked someone to bring it over, he is clearly telling us that there is still a way out for He Shenghe to push Tiantangzi to the top."

After saying this, he fell into a deep sleep under the effect of the medicine. The uncles in Shenghe knew more or less that Tiantangzai was working with Prince Bin on the project, and half of the hall was relying on Prince Bin to feed him. Tiantangzi's superior position actually became He Shenghe's only way to survive.

end of the month.

Yihai Building.

The clubs were busy, and the hall masters spoke enthusiastically, which was very lively.

"Bingo."

"Cone Face Xu is dead!"

Zhang Guobin sat on the chair, looking at the big bosses with happy expressions, with a helpless expression on his face.

"Cough cough."

"Calm down, senior Jiang Hu passed away, don't look too happy."

this time,

The rivers and lakes are in chaos.

Chapter 242 Unifying Tsim Sha Tsui

"Bingo."

"Sheng and Lao Xu passed away."

"One week has passed, and Shenghe has not been able to choose a seat. The world is saying that Shenghe is going to fall apart, and even the name has been chosen."

"Can we not be happy?"

Yuan Bao sat on the chair.

"Hahaha."

Dabo laughed loudly.

"Yes, Bingo."

"Laughing often, luck comes naturally." Sister Mei was wearing a green gauze dress, her legs were raised up, her toes were hooked up with high heels, and she had a fiery posture.

Zhang Guobin glanced over the eleven hall masters on both sides of the long table, knowing that such a happy event cannot be stopped.

Laugh if you like.

There was also a smile on the corner of his mouth: "Okay."

"Since Shenghe is currently in civil strife, the use of troops in Tsim Sha Tsui is temporarily suspended. Don't spill too much blood on the streets. Brothers' lives are at stake."

"I know it, Brother Bin." Fei Lin sat on the last chair, smiling and looking much better.

Now of course, the other party's civil strife is to wait and see what happens, and find the right time to take down Tsim Sha Tsui directly.

Intensifying the use of troops will force the victory and the internal forces will have to unite. Brother Bin is really confident and under control. As the front-line fortress of the ring, Fei Lin must have a deep feeling and will not act recklessly.

Zhang Guobin glanced at Fei Lin's ambitious appearance, ready to do something big, and immediately understood what was going on in Fei Lin's head. It is necessary to allow the people below to have their own ideas. As the saying goes, there are no factions in the party, and there are all kinds of strange things. How to coordinate the interests of all parties and achieve his plans and goals is the embodiment of a sitter's ability.

Zhang Guobin smiled at Feilin.

"Brother Bin, I've already thought up the names for Shenghe's family."

Ah Hao said beside him.

"Tiantangzi's name is Heaicai, Xiucai's name is Hezhonggou, and Liangdi's street name is Hehuaihe."

"Haha, Brother Hao, I think it would be nice if the Tiantang Boys are called Tiantang Club, and they all go to heaven." Yuan Bao laughed beside him.

"All right."

"Let's have a meeting." Zhang Guobin said softly.

The eleven hall masters immediately suppressed their smiles, and the white paper fans at each hall immediately handed over the accounts.

This month's accounts have some changes compared to usual. First of all, due to the internal turmoil in Heshenghe, the business of many of Shenghe's stables has declined. More than one million, Portland Street has become famous as a red-light street under the long-term operation. The count is less than two 10,000+. As a fortress, the loss is the biggest, but the bonus is the last to eat, which is really pitiful.

After brother Yao finished reconciling the accounts, he whispered a few words to the waiter, and Zhang Guobin nodded slightly, picked up the teacup, and brewed it.

"call."

"For the past two months, the regulations at the Tsim Sha Tsui entrance will be temporarily waived."

"Do you have any comments?"

He breathed lightly and brushed the tea soup.

"No comment."

"No comment."

Yuan Bao, Ma Wang, Mei Jie and others all agreed.

Fei Linzai showed gratitude.

"Thank you, Grandpa."

There is only Yihai in this kind of friendship.

"you are welcome."

"You work for the association, and the association should take care of you." Zhang Guobin took a sip of tea soup, put down the cup, and then said: "Ma Wang, Yuan Bao, Miss Mei."

"Since you three halls have gained benefits in Tsim Sha Tsui, then the halls in Tsim Sha Tsui need money, and you should help more."

"If Fei Lin opens his mouth to borrow money, no interest is allowed between brothers, do you understand that?"

Zhang Guobin's tone was tough, and he ordered in a solemn voice.

"Yes!"

"Grandpa!"

Ma Wang, Mei Jie, and Yuan Bao had no objection at all, and agreed directly. If it were two years ago, my brother borrowed money as clearly as possible, and he would have to pay interest for borrowing money from the association, but Grandpa often took care of his brothers in the association. He regards friendship more than the sky, and never competes with his brothers for profit.

Yi Hai set an example by sitting in the restaurant, and he valued friendship more and more. Anyway, he followed his grandfather to fish for water, and he would not die of poverty if he borrowed money from his brothers.

He Sheng and the internal struggle for power and profit, killing each other, the result?

"Thank you, Grandpa."

"I will take Tsim Sha Tsui as soon as possible."

Fei Lin was even more moved.

Grandpa took such good care of him, and he had to take over the entire Tsim Sha Tsui to repay him.

Zhang Guobin turned his head to look at Fei Lin, and nodded expressionlessly. It seems that the club is very determined to take Tsim Sha Tsui. The peaceful way to unify Tsim Sha Tsui is mainly because Jianghu pays attention to people in uniforms.

"Whether the club has developed is one thing, and whether it understands mutual care is another matter. Shenghe was prosperous in the past, so what is it now?"

"Cone-faced Xu Qin appointed Tiantangzi to be the leader, but Liangdi claimed to establish Xinhe Shenghe and set up his own family!"

"Scholars are secretly buying votes, uncles are waiting for a price, just waiting for Liang Di to win with Tian Tian, ​​this kind of victory will last forever!"

Zhang Guobin was sitting in the main seat, holding a faucet stick, dressed in a black suit and looking imposing, but his young face spoke a heavy truth.

"I hope that through the incident of Shenghe, you can understand that unity among brands is the most important thing. If you don't understand unity, you will decline sooner or later."

"Is the leader selected by votes really a good leader?" Zhang Guobin expressed his feelings. Perhaps Yihai's way of recommending and passing on from generation to generation is also a good system.

"Let's go."

Zhang Guobin waved his hand, and a group of big bottoms with heavy expressions, deeply educated, walked out of the meeting room one after another. Zhang Guobin returned to the office, but picked up the phone and dialed a series of numbers.

"Beep...beep..."

Wearing a black leather jacket, Huang Zhiming sat in the office and listened to the clerk's return of documents. He heard the phone ring, and picked it up and leaned against his ear without looking back.

"Which one?"

Zhang Guobin leaned on the chair in the office, and put his eldest brother to his ear: "Sir Huang, come over to eat hot pot together when you are free tonight?"

"A side stove?"

Huang Zhiming rubbed his belly, the expression in his pupils changed slightly, and there was a smile on the corner of his mouth. He raised his hand, and Li Yongli walked out of the office with the folder.

Huang Zhiming said with a smile: "Mr. Zhang, ok, it's rare that Mr. Zhang is free to chat with me. I will definitely give a face to the big boss of Yihai Group."

"Brother Ming, when you get promoted to superintendent, your speech is quite grand. Okay, tonight in Mong Kok, dog meat hot pot."

Zhang Guobin smiled.

At night, the evening breeze is gentle, and Xiangjiang in early autumn will occasionally feel a little cool.

In an alley, the glass door of the hot pot shop opened.

More than a dozen horsemen in suits stood guard in the alley along the way, and three plain-clothes police cars of O's mark stopped at the door. Huang Zhiming, wearing a black suit, pushed the door to get off, and at the same time, six subordinates with headsets and bulging waists landed on the ground. .

Huang sir gave his subordinates a finger and ordered them to stay at the entrance of the alley. He walked into the alley alone with a cigarette in his hand. The moment he stepped into the hot pot shop, he felt a little uncomfortable in his body.

Inside the hot pot shop, there is a round table and a copper stove.

A lonely figure is sitting in front of the boiler, turning over the dog meat inside with chopsticks, gurgling, the thick yellow soup is boiling, wolfberry and angelica are rolling out the soup noodles.

Huang Zhiming sat down at the dining table and said with a smile, "Mr. Zhang, long time no see."

"Superintendent Huang, welcome." Zhang Guobin raised his head, revealing a young face.

"What's your name, Superintendent Huang? Call me Huang sir, King Ming, Seventh Brother, it sounds better." Huang Zhiming picked up the chopsticks on the table, looked at the hot pot with his index finger, and directly picked a piece of beef and dipped it into the hot soup to rinse.

"Then don't call me Mr. Zhang, just call me Abin." Zhang Guobin smiled. The two of them hadn't seen each other for a while, and they felt like old friends meeting tonight.