I haven't been a boss for many years

"Don't any of you argue with me!"

"A bunch of fun!"

……

"It's a fight with Yihai."

"I didn't get it last year. Whoever wins this year will get angry. I don't know how much money I will get."

"At least 2000 million!"

"With the current worth of Yihai Ten Heroes, it's not difficult to take out 2000 million. I'm so angry, it's possible to spend all of my net worth!"

Uncle Xu, Uncle Wang, Lou Daoyong and others sat in the hall and talked a lot, lettuce sat firmly on the Diaoyutai, and a dog was like a concubine, with disappointed eyes.

……

Zhang Guobin saw someone slapping the table on the stage, glanced at him, and was stunned: "Did Ma Wang pull it up?"

"Fall on the street!"

He announced aloud: "This year's Heyi Changhong has officially started auctioning. There is no reserve price. Please bid!"

"Shh!"

Ma Wang stood up, pointed at Yuan Bao and said, "Yuan Bao!"

"How much do you pay!"

Uncle Xu, Uncle Wang, Da Dae Yong, and Tian Tian immediately cast their gazes.

If the big guys from Heyihai don’t bid, it’s meaningless for a group of small brands to sit in the hall and ask for a price. However, from the prices offered by Heyihai’s big bottom, you can see whether the development of Heyihai this year is good, whether there is money, whether it will Will pay a high price....

Does the small print stand a chance.

"What do you mean?"

Holding chopsticks in his hand, Yuan Bao held a bowl filled with beef brisket, stood up with a dignified and forceful movement, and said, "How much do I need to report to you?"

"Mawang, what level are you!"

"Smelly horseman!"

"Boom!" Ma Wang kicked Yuan Bao's stool over, and shouted sharply, "I've seen you displeased for a long time!"

"You are the only one who has money? We and Yihai's big bottoms have no money? To tell you the truth, this year I made tens of millions by relying on the horse fence. Anyone with a discerning eye in the betting business knows how profitable it is. Do you know about the Asian Fighting Championship? Betting , I accept it!"

"Remember, I am the horse king, not the groom!"

None of the Jianghu present looked down on Yihai because of the quarrel between the two big bottoms, because this kind of quarrel happened from time to time in the club, and the two big bottoms dared to stand up to argue, which meant they had confidence.

Everyone was concentrating on the four words of earning tens of millions of dollars. A big bottom can earn tens of millions of dollars just by relying on one business, which is more than the annual income of some small associations.

Zhang Guobin didn't want the scene to continue to be chaotic, he waved his big hand and shouted: "Ma Wang, Yuan Bao, you two get out!"

"immediately!"

"roll!"

There was a roar from the speakers.

Ma Wang left angrily.

Yuan Bao strode up with the bowl and chopsticks in his hand.

Zhang Guobin apologized with a smile: "Sorry, fellow students, my brothers are used to being hot, and I will definitely punish them a few more drinks later."

His eyes swept across the bottom of the rest of Yihai at the same time, and Heyi Zuoguan and the red sticks shook their heads: "It's okay, it's just a little quarrel. If you don't quarrel and don't hold a chair, how can you be called a Jianghu person?"

Afterwards, the landlord raised his hand and said, "The landlord of Heyihai Sandong Street has an offer of 19 Hong Kong dollars. I hope you guys will give me a chance!"

Sanggou's eyes lit up, and he said in surprise, "Why did you pay 19 yuan?"

Meijie immediately shouted: "29!"

"Miss Heyihai Portland Street Tangkou, who made me take this step, all the dance halls and bars on Portland Street are free of alcohol and water fees, from the beginning of the year to the end of the year!"

Belly Wen sneered: "39, who has no minor problems in his life? Those who don't give face to themselves weigh it."

The words of the God of Medicine in Xiangjiang did not frighten the people of Jianghu, Tian Tian said to the mourning dog: "Just now Ma Wang had a quarrel with Yuan Bao, and almost got into trouble, which made Mr. Zhang unhappy."

"Especially the way Ma Wang flaunts his wealth, hehe, the landlords have received warnings from Zhang Sheng not to pay too much money."

The mourning dog is in a good mood: "My chance has come!"

He immediately stood up and raised his hands and shouted: "I offer 330 million, I wish the Heyi brothers a prosperous life and good luck always!"

Three words are good luck.

Sitting in the hall, He Yixin shouted and bravely bid the price immediately: "660 million, I just want to fight for a Heyi Changhong, remember the heart of Heyi, and hope that everyone in the same family will be successful!"

"Fulfillment!"

He spoke very quietly.

The whole building can hear it.

Heyichanghong hit a high price of 500 million again!

At this time, He Yiyong stood up and held the toast without changing his expression, "700 million, this glass of wine is toast to you brothers, and I hope you brothers will give me some face!"

300 million is one level, 500 million is another level, and 700 million is the next level. The first level sweeps away most of the small clubs, the second level sweeps away the second-rate clubs, and the third level leaves only large fonts that are eligible to compete. up.

He Yiyong has done a good job in the rubber business in the past two years.

The mourning dog sat back on the chair full of disappointment, and sighed: "Year after year, which year is the first!"

Zhang Guobin saw that no one was paying a higher price in the audience, so he said: "Congratulations to He Yiyong for winning the 87 award. Please sit with Yiyong and Uncle Tang on the stage. Everyone applauds!"

"Crash!"

There was a burst of applause from the audience, Uncle Tang drank the wine in the cup, went up to the stage and took off Changhong, the atmosphere in the restaurant was very warm.At the entrance of the restaurant, Yuan Bao was holding a bowl of beef brisket rice, squatting on the ground, complaining: "Damn it, you can get Changhong for 700 million, it's really earned by poking feet."

Ma Wang sighed: "Hey, what can we do? No matter how good the income of the hall is, it is not enough to buy a house for the brothers. In the past few years, you can save some money. Get the house for the brothers and then get a long red card and come back proud .”

While eating, Yuan Bao cursed, "Fuck the house price, it makes me, a gangster like me, breathless."

Ma Wang took a puff of cigarette, exhaled slowly, and looked back at him: "I can't even fool you, so don't even try to fool the landlord and sister Mei, just give the opportunity to the small community."

In fact, Ma Wang wants to force Yuanbao to pay a high price, let Yihai get Changhong, and let Yuanbao bleed again. If Yuanbao has no money to settle the house in the future, hehehe, it will be a lot of fun, but Yuanbao is very clever. Not only can you not be fooled, but you can also play tacit understanding. Now who can complete the goal set by Brother Bin will have a greater chance of becoming a position and a higher status in the community.

Yuan Bao curled his lips, and said in disbelief: "I originally prepared 500 million yuan to shoot Changhong, and I planned to pick Changhong in a glorious way, now? Forget it!"

"It's enough that people don't see him as a poor ghost."

Ma Wangzheng said: "Yuanbao, we are not poor! We just want to buy a house for our brothers. Those who rush to the street and don't buy a house don't know how expensive the house is. Doesn't the money sent to Grandpa become brothers' house?"

While the two were talking, a boy ran out of the restaurant, bowed and said, "Brother Yuanbao, Brother Mawang, the dragon head is about to toast."

"Hurry up, hurry up, I'm going back to punish the wine. If I don't go back, I won't be able to serve the table!" Ma Wang hurriedly threw away his cigarette and ran away. They are really happy, only Yihai and Dadi have a trace of stinginess, stinginess and lack of confidence in addition to their majesty.

He Yiyong was able to win Changhong at a price of 600 million, which is also a celebration for He Yiyong. It is a good thing to win the lottery.

Chapter 566

Inside the restaurant.

Sanggou looked at Heyi Longtou Tonghe Yiyong sitting in the restaurant drinking three glasses of wine in a row, full of pride and applause, and a little bit of envy in his heart.

Holding a wine glass, Zhang Guobin brought the three elders, Ahao, Ximiao, and Haibo, to Sanggou's wine glass to toast and invite everyone: "Everyone eats delicious food, drink a few more glasses, and the new year will be better than previous years!"

The ten people sitting on the table quickly got up, raised their wine glasses, and said in their mouths, "Thank you Zhang Sheng."

Sanggou was wearing a suit and mingled in the restaurant, and he drank his wine with his head held high. After Zhang Guobin finished drinking, he suddenly patted him on the shoulder and said with a laugh, "Sanggou, this year's lion dance is very beautiful!"

Sanggou's face immediately became brighter, his tone was modest, but his expression couldn't help revealing his complacency: "Mr. Zhang has won the prize. Brothers are just doing small things, as long as everyone in the same class is happy."

Da Louyong looked at Uncle Xu: "Sheng Zhang has been drinking and chatting with the lion dance team for three consecutive years."

It seems that Zhang Sheng really loves watching lion dances.

Everyone sitting at this table took notes secretly.

Sanggou's eyes swept away, and his heart became vigilant: "It's over, the competition for the lion dance team next year will be even more difficult."

In the first year of the Hutchison Changhong Conference, lions from three associations competed, and the lion team of Heyitong won in the end. Last year was the most glorious year for Wo Yee Wo, and in the third year, nine lions competed, and finally won the spot by Wo Yee Shing's New Territories Lions team, and they climbed to the top before the Changhong Festival.

This division lost nearly 100 million Hong Kong dollars for two years of full-time training, selecting the best players from each village, and training day after day.

Next year, at least a dozen lion teams will come out for election. Small societies will have no money to show off at the Changhong Conference, but investing in the lion team will have more opportunities to shine.

With the annual investment of 10,000+ and hundreds of thousands of associations in Heyi, the lion dance industry will invest millions more every year.

Millions of Hong Kong dollars are enough to support many traditional craftsmen and revitalize traditional culture. As the saying goes, what is good in the top is good in the bottom.

Zhang Guobin also never thought that a program he was very interested in would be injected with funds by the Heyi Society, and he would go from being lonely to glory again.

Fortunately, lion dance was not completely lonely in the 80s. In every village in Xiangjiang and Guangdong Province, you can find one or two lion heads, and every town has one or two small lion dance teams. Relying on the fortunes of the company's opening during the New Year and holidays, it is easy to make a living.

It is not difficult to save a traditional culture when the cultural soil still exists, money is enough.

And the clubs that show off at the Yichanghong Conference have always obtained some intangible conveniences, such as it is more convenient to discuss cooperation with Yihai Group, for example, they will be more afraid when negotiating with the police and the Hong Kong government. The convenience obtained by uniting Yizihao.

The fifteenth day of the new year is over.

The company gradually returned to orderly operation.

Zhang Guobin flew to North America with Dongguan Miao, Dazhuzi, and Yuanbao. On the one hand, they checked the accounts of the Dagong Group, held a meeting with the district directors, and sorted out the group's affairs. The elders of the rivers and lakes pay their respects to their old age.

After all, North America is different from Taipei. It takes ten days to go back and forth, and there is no time to go to North America at the end of the new year. It is better to spare some time after the end of the fifteenth.

San Francisco.

garden villa.

Zhang Guobin, Heichai, and Su Youming strolled around. As usual, Heichai was carrying a birdcage, dressed in a white Tang suit, with a smiling and kind expression on his face, while Su Youming was wearing a blue long gown, holding a paper fan, and came out of the mountain again The leader of the New York District of the Grand Court, but still can't let go of the demeanor of the old master. Zhang Guobin is still wearing a black suit, leather shoes, and a famous watch, with an upper-class demeanor.

A group of bodyguards were wearing suits with gun bags on their waists, and followed slowly with serious faces.

Zhang Guobin suddenly asked: "Grandpa, why can't I see the 16-year-old little Yangma?"

"Where's the girl?"

"It won't be broken!" He blinked narrowly, Heichai focused on teasing the bird, and said without looking back: "It's rare that the younger generation is filial, and invited me out of the mountain. I am so busy every day and night. No time to sleep, no time to walk the birds, how can I have time to ride a horse?"

"I have no choice but to release Ma Nanshan and enjoy it when I return to the mountain in the future. I hope I still have that day."

Zhang Guobin heard the sadness in his tone, felt guilty, and promised: "Grandpa, you will retire after five years of hard work. There is absolutely no problem. I will choose a few good horses for you, and I will call you Satisfied, there is no Yanmar who will always be 16 years old, but Yanmar will always be 16 years old."

Heichai finally glanced at him: "You have a conscience!"

The two hurt each other terribly.

Most of the time, it is caring for each other, reciprocating courtesy, and a little bit of sympathy for each other, quite a feeling of forgetting the years.

Master Su gently shook the paper fan beside him, smiled and said nothing.

Heichai said: "I've heard people talk about what you did in Xiangjiang, and I have to say that you, Yihai, are more qualified than me to do it."

"Grandpa has a great reputation. The predecessors planted trees and the descendants took advantage of the shade. Each era has its own responsibility. If I were in your position, I might not be able to do better than you."

Indeed, Heichai tried his best to turn the tide, reorganized his name, and made a sunset club bigger again, and he has been living for He Yihai all his life.

For reasons of the times.

Already done well enough.

Heichai laughed, "Heh!"

"It's not easy to get a compliment from Zhang Sheng, but I'm not as smart as you. At least I can't think of the reason why the predecessors planted trees. Look, I'm still planting trees now!"

Zhang Guobin smiled lightly: "That's because Grandpa's predecessors all died too quickly, they were not as smart as Grandpa, and they simply couldn't bear trees."

"It's really hard, Grandpa!"

With a contented expression, Heichai fed Wangcai a lot of food and said indifferently, "It's okay, the sun is so strong in San Francisco, I'll plant a good tree for you."

"You don't have much shade."

Zhang Guobin asked: "Some time ago, the punishment hall of the Grand Duke's Hall was opened, and three uncles were tortured. The power shocked the world and Hongmen. I heard people talking about it in Xiangjiang."

Heichai waved his hand indifferently: "Outsiders only know that I beheaded three uncles, but they don't know that I have cleaned up more than 100 traitors in half a year. Some opinions can only be settled with blood, either ours or theirs."

Heichai said decisively: "I can't squeeze a few drops of blood from an old bone, so I have to use theirs."

Zhang Guobin smiled: "Grandpa, you have worked hard. I have asked someone to leave you a big house in the New Territories. After two years, the building will be completed, and you will go back to Xiangjiang for a walk."