Take the Job: the Hero Starts from Being the Most Fierce

Uncle Quan was about to get angry when he heard the words, when he suddenly remembered these menacing people, he endured and said in a low voice.

"Brother Min and I are brothers and sisters. I'm also very sad when he has an accident. Wang Ting, don't make a fuss about it!"

Wang Ting said with a smile: "Uncle Quan is a man and a person with a true temperament. How can I make a fuss about this kind of thing?"

He paused and said, "So I heard that Uncle Quan was here, and I rushed over to drink with you without stopping."

With that said, he picked up the red wine in the glass and took a sip.

Of course Uncle Quan wouldn't believe his nonsense. He sneered: "You tied my man and cleared Dunhuang KTV, just to accompany me to drink?"

Wang Ting clapped his hands, and after a while, Ah Xiang took out a mountaineering bag, which was full of money.

"There are 500 million Hong Kong dollars in it." Wang Ting said.

Hearing the words 500 million, Uncle Quan's heart trembled, but he didn't show it, he just said, "And then?"

Wang Ting said: "These are the hard work for your three uncles. Please hold a campaign meeting tomorrow."

"What? Tomorrow?"

When Uncle Quan heard this, he jumped up like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, and said angrily, "This is a violation of Hengji's rules, absolutely impossible!"

"Uncle Quan, don't be so excited, sit down and talk."

Wang Ting didn't change his face, but just put his hand on Uncle Quan's shoulder.

The latter was just about to break free, but found that Wang Ting's hand was as cast as iron, and could not move at all.

Wang Ting shook the red wine glass and said lightly:

"Billy and I were the only people who ran for the election. Now that Billy has an accident, it stands to reason that we don't even need to take the steps of the election. Uncle Quan, do you think I'm right?"

Something went wrong, didn't you ask someone to kill you?

Hearing his words, Uncle Quan sneered in his heart.

After being pushed back to his seat by Wang Ting, he whispered, "A Ting, I can't decide this matter alone."

Wang Ting looked at him with a half-smile, "Uncle Quan, I always thought you were very smart. It seems that I overestimated you."

Uncle Quan's forehead burst with blue veins, and his face was ugly: "If you want to be a sitting hall, why don't you wait a few days? Why do you need to embarrass me, an old man?"

Wang Ting shook his head.

The reason why he was in such a hurry was simple.

Grandpa's death caused all parties to covet Hengji.

In the past few days, the entrances of the four areas have been attacked to varying degrees. Of course, this is just a test, but it is difficult to say after a long time.

Wang Ting didn't want to take over a mess by himself.

After he drank the red wine in the glass, he took out something from his pocket and slapped it heavily on the table.

boom!

The voice startled Uncle Quan, and when he turned his head to look at the table, his face turned pale.

A brightly colored firearm sits beside the goblet!

Uncle Quan then remembered that Billy was shot to death by people.

How could I forget that this bastard has a gun?

"Uncle Quan, I have a lot to do tonight. If you can't give me a satisfactory answer, then time is waiting for no one."

As Wang Ting spoke, he glanced at the suitcase on the ground and said, "Right now, the 500 million is divided between three people. After a while, I won't guarantee whether it will be divided between two people."

Under the offensive of his big stick and candied dates, Uncle Quan's psychological defense line gradually collapsed.

He broke free from the inner battle between heaven and man, licked his lips, and then picked up the red wine that Wang Ting poured for him.

Seeing his actions, Wang Ting showed a satisfied smile on his face.

"That's what smart people do."

After drinking the wine in the glass, Uncle Quan said hoarsely.

"I will do things, but the money is too little. I can't guarantee whether the two old people will agree."

"That's your business." Wang Ting poured him another glass with a smile, and said word by word, "Don't forget, I am the rightful heir of Hengji's 'sitting hall'.

Even without the three of you, I can still take the position, but it's just a little more troublesome. "

Hearing his words, Uncle Quan closed his eyes resignedly.

"I do."

Wang Ting was not surprised by his agreement and said lightly.

"See you in Xiangtang at eight o'clock tomorrow morning, remember, bring the faucet stick."

The dragon head stick is the token of Hengji's 'sitting hall', which has always been kept by the grandpa.Now that Grandpa is dead, the other three old guys must know where the dragon head stick is.

Uncle Quan nodded silently.

......

On the way back, Uncle Quan was sitting in the back car, and the bodyguards in front didn't dare to come out.

After a while, Uncle Quan glanced at the two boxes next to him, slowly took out his mobile phone from his clothes, and dialed the number.

"Hello? Ah Jiu, it's me, Ah Quan."

He paused and said, "Call Ah Tian, ​​you come to my villa."

On the other end of the phone, Uncle Jiu wondered, "Aquan, what time is it? Is there anything I can't do?"

Uncle Quan said solemnly: "Tomorrow? If it is delayed until tomorrow, everything will be over."

Ninth Uncle listened to what he said, and didn't ask any further questions. He only said that he would be there in a while, and then hung up the phone.

In the driving car, a bodyguard couldn't bear it anymore and said, "Uncle Quan, the murderer is too deceiving, why don't we ask someone to do him?"

"Did the murderer Ting?" Uncle Quan sneered and asked back: "Do you know how many firearms the murderer Ting has? If his younger brothers have one hand, let alone my strength, the whole Hengji is not enough. He killed it."

Besides, there is one more thing that Uncle Quan didn't say.

Once he goes back on his word, Murder Ting will definitely send someone to kill him immediately.

His Uncle Quan is old, but he has not lived enough.

It's just to give up the position of 'the hall', at most to be a puppet, he can continue to be Hengji's uncle, if it really counts, he didn't lose too much.

I believe the two old guys thought so too.

Uncle Quan glanced at the two suitcases again, and then sighed in his heart.

Hengji, things are going to change.

......

After the three uncles discussed it all night, the tone of the matter was set.

The next morning, when Uncle Quan left the villa, he asked his confidant, Pony, to notify everyone of the meeting.

And he came to the bank and took out a white stick made of white marble from the safe.

In the position of the handguard of the white stick, a lifelike dragon head is carved. There is no doubt that this is the token of Hengji's 'sitting hall', the dragon head stick!

Half an hour later, Xiangtang.

On the long table, Sister Ai Lian from Kwai Tsing, Ma Wei from Sai Wan, and Tian Jiu from Temple Street sat on the side, while Brother Yaowen and other senior executives sat opposite.

On the other side, the three uncles were sitting on the main seat with their eyes closed.

Tian Jiu and Mawei looked at each other and talked in a low voice.

"what's the situation?"

"I don't know, you also received a temporary notice?"

Mawei glanced at Uncle Quan, who was sitting on the main seat, and said, "Uncle Quan, is there something wrong with us?"

"Mawei, people haven't arrived yet." Uncle Quan said.

Not all there?

Hearing Uncle Quan's words, everyone looked at each other in dismay.

Almost all the senior management of Hengji were present, and they insisted that who else didn't come, that was the grandpa who was buried just yesterday. Is Uncle Quan joking?

Several people had their own thoughts, only Brother Yaowen glanced at Uncle Quan and found that he was holding a stick carved from white jade in his hand, and his heart moved.

Could it be that......

Squeak.

The door to the Xiangtang was opened, and today Wang Ting, who was wearing a burgundy suit, walked in.

"Everyone is waiting for me?" Wang Ting sat next to Brother Yaowen, while Ah Xiang and Ah Dong stood behind him.

A loud noise came from outside, attracting their attention.

Wang Ting said with a smile, "It's okay, it's the little brothers I brought here who are playing around, don't worry about it."

Sister Ailian snorted coldly: "Ferocious Ting, what are you doing with so many younger brothers in Xiangtang? Do you want to be stronger?"

Brother Yaowen said angrily, "Ai Lian, you can't talk nonsense!"

"It's okay, Brother Yaowen." Wang Ting patted Brother Yaowen on the shoulder and nodded to Uncle Quan.

"let's start."

Uncle Quan stood up and said, "Everyone, please stand up."

Everyone stood up, and the hall masters changed their colors after seeing the faucet stick in Uncle Quan's hand.

"Half a month ago, there were two people here who ran for this year's 'sit hall', Wang Ting and Billy. Now that Billy is dead, it's meaningless to vote."

When Uncle Quan said this, he said solemnly:

"Now that Grandpa is gone, Hengji urgently needs a new helm. That's why I called everyone here."

He glanced at Wang Ting, paused, and then said word by word.

"After my discussion with the other two uncles, it was decided to let Wang Ting skip the voting steps and directly serve as the 'guest house'. Do you have any objections?"