I haven't been a boss for many years

Except that the Yamaken group still has some sites in the Minato District, most of the three-person group have withdrawn from the core area of ​​Tokyo and entrenched in the outer circle of Tokyo.

The three-member alliance became the second largest violent group on Japan Island, and the Sumiyoshi Society became the third largest violent group on Japan Island, and Inagawa, which was previously the third largest, was even worse.

In the chaotic situation, they were directly divided up by the Sumiyoshi Association and the Sankou Group, which withdrew from the core area, and became a small society in Hishima.

A skinny camel is bigger than a horse. When the boss fights with the second child, the third child often dies first!

early morning.

Four o'clock.

Zhang Guobin walked out of the airport with his brothers and drove back to Repulse Bay to rest. He slept until the afternoon of the same day, and his girlfriend had already made sweet soup when he woke up.

On the table.

He drank barley and almond porridge and ate roasted pigeon.

Zhu Baoyi sat across from him with concerned eyes: "Brother Bin, are you used to eating Tokyo food?"

Zhang Guobin froze for a moment, and quickly replied: "It's delicious."

"Have you learned a few words of Japanese?" She asked with a smile.

Zhang Guobin thought to himself: "I have learned it, but it's not easy to tell you."

"No, I'm not interested in Japanese." He shook his head.

Outside, there was a knock on the door.

"Please come in!"

Zhang Guobin shouted.

Target Boy pushed open the door, bowed and said, "Mr. Zhang, the newspaper is here."

"come in."

Zhang Guobin nodded with a smile, and told his girlfriend, "Put a bowl of soup for the newspaper first."

Zhu Baoyi got up as he said, and went to the kitchen to fill up the soup. The intelligence leader in charge of the Eagle Group in the execution hall, the newspaper boy, was dressed in a white shirt and glasses, and he came to the restaurant and stopped and bent down: "Grandpa!"

"Come, have a bowl of soup." Zhang Guobin said.

The newspaper was flattered, and quickly thanked: "Thank you, grandpa, thank you, sister-in-law."

He took the soup bowl from Zhu Baoyi, sat on the chair in a proper manner, drank two mouthfuls of sweet soup, and dared not speak until Mr. Zhang asked: "Did anything happen in the company when I left Hong Kong Island?" ?”

The newspaper didn't dare to talk nonsense, and said cautiously: "Grandpa, what kind of news are you referring to?"

"You don't have to circle around with me. Everyone in the club doesn't know that I'm a person who is about to die. I must be asking about the dragon head stick."

Zhang Guobin ate the pigeon, and said directly: "Is there anyone in the company who wants to take over?"

"What's going on? I haven't received any news from Ridao!" This question was a bit harsh, and the newspaper guy sat upright, and quickly replied: "Grandpa, all the members of the community only obey you, the leader. It’s not that I didn’t receive any news about the stick.”

"There is no news worth reporting."

"Huh?" Zhang Guobin asked in surprise, "What's going on?"

The newspaper snarled loudly, and said, "The red stick hall masters who are qualified to compete in the club all want to push others to the top. No one wants to sit in the position of the third evil. According to their words, that position is full of evil spirits, and only grandpa's life is up to you." Ge can hold it."

"No one dared to rob the club. The only time when a fight was about to start was when Ma Wang and Lao Jin brought tens of millions of Hong Kong dollars to support Da Tou Kun."

"Datou Kun almost killed himself with a knife."

Zhang Guobin suddenly felt a little upset, he slapped the table with his palm, and shouted: "Damn, everyone is playing tricks on me, and they don't stand up when the club needs them, playing tricks on me?"

He didn't want to become the second black firewood.

The newspaper said: "Finally, Ma Wang seems to have contacted Fei Lin from North America, asking Fei Lin to pick up Hai Bo's daughter and force Hai Bo to choose."

"Right now, Haibo is the only one who wants to be an employee. The company is calm, and there is nothing urgent to report."

Zhang Guobin widened his eyes, and said in disbelief: "No one wants to sit in the hall of Tangtang Yihai."

It's fine if you don't sit.

In order to escape, he even resorted to low-level methods.

"Hehe, Fei Lin messing around with Haibo's daughter is really despicable!" Zhang Guobin said in an unhappy tone, "It's time to teach Fei Lin a lesson."

"I am used to lawlessness abroad!"

The newspaper said in amazement: "Grandpa, Hai Bo's daughter has been chasing Fei Lin for several years. After all, you also know that Fei Lin is handsome, rich and powerful."

"Even if Fei Lin uses her, she still wants to be with Fei Lin."

"Damn it!" Zhang Guobin yelled, "Won't Fei Lin make a lot of money? You get both money and money!"

"Yes..." The newspaper lowered its head.

Zhang Guobin is not good at beating mandarin ducks like this, and he couldn't help but get angry: "One by one, they are really good at it."

"Okay!"

"Let them go to the company for a meeting at night, and I will announce in public the candidates for the next sitting."

The newspaper's heart tightened, and it quickly lowered its head: "Understood, Grandpa!"

Zhang Guobin waved his hand to let the little brother back down, Zhu Baoyi returned to the dining table, his eyes moved, and he said aloud: "Abin, are you going to quit the arena?"

"The rivers and lakes never quit." Zhang Guobin scooped up the sweet soup and put it into his mouth, sighing softly: "One mountain after another, there is no end."

"Then you..." Zhu Baoyi looked puzzled.

Zhang Guobin said with a smile: "I just want to climb another peak and see the higher scenery."

He instructed: "In North America, I have prepared a house and a car. If you are willing to come with me then, I will arrange your identity."

"Just me?" Zhu Baoyi blinked, looking forward to the life of two places and two flights, but Zhang Guobin shook his head: "Anyone who is willing will go together."

He is not used to foreign food.

There are always a few more dishes to pack, even Nakamori Akina from Hishima is already going through the formalities to move back to San Francisco.

"Okay, I'll go with you." Zhu Baoyi had bright teeth and a bright smile. In fact, there were probably not many women who were really willing to go to North America with Mr. Zhang.

After all, everyone has their own career, family and life. It is easy to give up feelings and choose a career, but it is difficult to give up family and life and choose a man.

She is destined to be the one who supports Mr. Zhang the most.

Seven o'clock in the evening.

Central, Yee Wo Street, Hutchison Building.

Luxurious cars parked slowly at the entrance of the building, and a prominent gangster got out of the car and walked into the building with his horse on the carpet.

In the elevator car, Ma Wang kept arranging his hair at the elevator door, teasing his bangs and asking, "Sister Mei, is she pretty enough? Brother Bin hates crooked melons the most."

Sister Mei was wearing a LV ladies' suit, holding a bag in her hand, and teased: "What's the use of dressing up? Brother Bin wants you to be a restaurant, how dare you not?"

Ma Wang showed a bad face: "Don't curse me, you have to work part-time after becoming a restaurant, and you have to take the blame. Who can do better than Brother Bin?"

"Bing Ge resigned from office at a young age, and the brothers all remember it in their hearts. Being in the hall is not as comfortable as being the head of the hall."

Ding!

The elevator door opens.

Meijie walked out of the elevator first, and Ma Wang followed. The group entered the meeting room, and more than half of the club leaders were present.

The rest of the hall masters also arrived at the scene within 5 minutes. The master of the palm, the master of the punishment hall, the master of the auditorium, and the second marshal entered the arena one after another.

Wearing white clothes, Hai Bo glanced at Ma Wang, Mei Jie, Yuan Bao, etc., proudly raised his head and chest, with a good momentum.

Soon, Uncle Gen, Uncle Lame and other community uncles also arrived one after another. Finally, Zhang Guobin walked into the meeting room alone, bypassing the desk and pulling away the chair of the host.

"Shh!"

The club members and uncles who were present all stood up and shouted: "Zhang Sheng, good evening."

"Sit!" Zhang Guobin beckoned everyone to sit down, then crossed his legs, sat on the chair, took out a cigar from his arms, put it to the tip of his nose, and sniffed: "It's really nothing to call everyone to come to the meeting so late. A big thing is a small thing."

"About the location of the next session of the Yihai Club."

Ma Wang's expression changed suddenly, and he stood up exaggeratedly and shouted: "Bing Ge, you are in the prime of life, in your prime, how can you step down and sit in the office!"

"He Yihai only has one seat, and that is Zhang, Mr. Zhang!"

Ma Wang, Sister Mei, Lao Jin, and uncles all had calm expressions, as if they had expected it long ago, which made Ma Wang very embarrassed. He suddenly stopped his movements and turned his head to look at the crowd, as if asking, "Why didn't you say anything?"

Zhang Guobin sneered, put down his cigar, and said leisurely: "Ma Wang, stop acting! Does anyone in the club know that I'm going to North America?"

"Mr. Zhang? Hehe, I am the only one with the surname Zhang sitting in the hall with the [-]th generation of Yihai. That top spot has to be given up. Unfortunately, all brothers are greedy for pleasure, and none of them is willing to take responsibility!"

Zhang Guobin sighed and shook his head: "I'm very disappointed in this..."

Yuan Bao explained: "Bingge, it's not that we don't want to carry it, it's that we know we're incapable. If the club doesn't have you, it's still relying on us to beat the boys, and it's still in Yau Tsim Mong."

"None of us has the ability to carry the future of Yihai's 12 brothers. If you want to choose the seat, you can only speak! However, through friendly and harmonious discussions, we jointly decided to elect the highly respected Haibo to be the seat. , the association cannot change its color.”

Zhang Guobin nodded, and his tone was as soft as anyone: "Hai Bo, are you willing to be a sitter?"

Haibo let out a bad breath, stood up, cupped his fists and said, "Bingge, I'm old and in shape, I'm not suitable to be a bartender at all, they forced me to do it all!"

"Force me to come out and sell my life!"

Bao Yaqiu's expression changed suddenly, and he pointed and scolded: "Hai Bo, you can't turn your back on others, everyone kindly supports you as a guest house, and gave you Feilin as a son-in-law!"

"What else are you not satisfied with!"

Haibo's expression became even angrier!

Chapter 732 Conferring a stick!Fifteen generations sit in the hall!

"Who the hell wants Fei Lin to be his son-in-law! If Fei Lin dares to make my daughter's belly bigger, I'll break his third leg!"

The palm counter slapped the tea cover on the table and shouted loudly: "Stop making noise!"

"Sitting here, it's not for you to call me!"

Zhang Guobin tapped the table with his fingertips, and sighed, "It's not easy to be a bartender if you don't want to. Hai Bo is too old to play for a few years."

"Since Haibo doesn't want to be elected, don't make it difficult for Haibo. If no one is willing to come out for the election, let me personally book a seat!"

He stood up on the main seat, walked slowly, and walked around the conference table. The hall masters on both sides of the long table nodded one after another: "Okay!"

"Only when Brother Bin personally decides to sit in the restaurant, the brothers will be convinced, and the crowd will be convinced!" Ma Wang, Lao Jin, Da Tou Kun and others all strongly supported, but when the steps of the big brother came to the side, everyone held their breath Quietly, not daring to breathe, for fear that the boss would put his hands on his shoulders.

When the boss slowly left behind, those sitting would breathe a sigh of relief, raise their eyes, and look to the next position.

Ma Wang, Yuan Bao, Lao Jin, Ah Qiu, Mei Jie, Da Tou Kun, Forklift Boy, and Uncle Gen are all selected and skipped.

Zhang Guobin made a big circle around the long table, only Miao Shunyi, Li Chenghao, A Yao, Hai Bo...

"Is it Master Miao?"

"Brother Hao?"

There is a question mark in everyone's heart.

At the same time, seeing that none of the candidates that the boss likes is on them, a big stone fell in his heart: "Fortunately, I didn't come out to choose, otherwise, I might not be able to choose!"

"The seat of He Yihai is as stable as Mount Tai only when he was appointed by the last session." This is really a tradition.

Therefore, no one who can be a big bottom is a fool.

What are the benefits of choosing a seat?If the leading chair belongs to you, it will naturally belong to you. If it is not destined for you, it is most comfortable to obediently be the hall master.

"Snapped!"

Zhang Guobin's right hand suddenly rested heavily on the shoulder of a long gown, and the man in the brown long gown jumped suddenly and turned his head: "Brother Bin?"

Zhang Guobin put his hands on his shoulders, pulled him up, and leaned on his shoulders, sat down on the main seat step by step, and raised his hand to introduce: "The next sitting will be held by Brother Yao. opinion?"

The uncles and big bottoms present all had wonderful expressions. In terms of seniority, Brother Yao is also one of Yihai's top ten heroes.

In terms of merits, brother Yao also managed the association once, and he managed it clearly and in an orderly manner. He is definitely an excellent candidate to sit in the club.

The reason why everyone dared not recommend Brother Yao was that one was uncertain about Brother Bin's attitude, and the other was that Brother Yao had to avoid danger so as not to arouse Brother Bin's fear.

Brother Bin took the initiative to help Brother Yao to sit in the restaurant, which not only demonstrated his selfless demeanor, but also demonstrated the capacity of the world to be a public.

Don't care about the past grievances, and don't accept cronyism, quite a taste of meritocracy.

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