"Ale, the boss is upstairs, waiting for you!"

The white paper fan in the hall was sitting by the window smoking, spinning a golden lighter in his hand. When he saw Lin Huaile coming, a trace of disdain flashed in his eyes, but he quickly put it away and greeted him warmly.

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"Okay, Brother Jie, you are busy first. When the boss comes down after seeing you, I will play a few laps with you!"

He stretched out his hand to avoid hitting the smiling man. Even though Lin Huaile noticed the disdain on Lan Guijie's face, he still greeted him warmly.

The king of hell is easy to meet, but the devil is difficult to deal with. It is important to do business first.

Red Rose has a total of three floors, with the bottom two floors used for business and the top floor used as offices and dormitories.

Of course, as He Xinghe's only female boss, Sister Mei would not live with her younger brothers.

She has a unit in Wan Chai, but outsiders don't know the exact location. Only her confidants know.

Lin Huaile went to the third floor alone, while Changmao asked him to stay in the car.

There are very few parking spaces in Yuen Long, and the policeman wearing a military cap is soft-handed in writing tickets. He is not willing to contribute to the police station and has a royal air.

In the office at the end of the corridor, the door was ajar, and the sound of abacus beads rattling could be heard from inside.

"Boss, I'm here!"

Lin Huaile knocked on the door, then opened the door and greeted Sister Mei behind the desk.

Sister Mei was concentrating on calculating the accounts, holding the longan-sized abacus beads with her slender fingers, flipping through the bills with her other hand, and muttering something in her mouth, probably calculating this month's harvest.

"Ale, you're here, find a place to sit first!"

Sister Mei raised her head and asked the newly acquired horse boy in front of her to find a place to sit first and finish settling the accounts at hand before chatting with him.

Lin Huaile answered "Okay" and sat down on the sofa, facing Sister Mei behind the desk, but his eyes drifted to the wall.

Sitting next to the wall was a man with a short haircut, a pair of flip-flops on his feet, and a copy of "The Legend of the White-Haired Witch" in his hand. He was reading it with gusto. When he saw something that made him happy, he patted his thigh vigorously.

A layman looks at the appearance, while an expert looks at the doorway.

Lin Huaile's eyes did not stop at the sloppy appearance of the man beside the wall, but looked at his hands, which were whiter and tenderer than those of a woman.

Most of Sister Mei's businesses are in legitimate business, but that doesn't mean that no one cares about this piece of fat.

Although the legitimate business earns less, it also brings less trouble. Cops will not come to check cards frequently, and they will not arouse the imperial spirit.

Black money is hard to launder, and people who smell it and want to take a share of it are like crucian carp crossing a river, in an endless stream.

One after another, they went out in person, or wanted to join in under the guise of doing business as a partnership.

Sister Mei is able to hold on, why has Wen Qian been able to have smooth sailing for many years, only by relying on his two men, the bad boy D and the fast knife Fan Dong.

These two people are considered to be prominent figures in the world. Although they are both disciples of Guo Lanmei, they are on the same page. They quarrel endlessly when they meet and rarely see each other.

Bad Boy D Jianghu is also known as Emperor D. He wears suits and leather shoes all day long, and looks more like the Hong Kong Governor than the Governor of Hong Kong. Each of his subordinates also has a suit, which is comparable to the employees of big companies.

This is an act that goes against our ancestors. The younger brothers spend all day fighting and killing on the streets. They wear short-sleeved jeans. They can do whatever is comfortable for them.

He has a good horse boy and a clear suit. If he disagrees with him, he will take out a watermelon knife from the lining of the suit and start a fight in the street. No matter how you look at it, it's weird!

Become one of the wonders in the world!

Kuai Dao Fan Dong is much more normal. He is slovenly and slovenly. He wears genuine Valentino and looks like a pirated version. At first glance, he looks like a bad boy.

Because he is also a bodyguard, Fan Dong does not have much territory. He relies entirely on Sister Mei to make a living and only has a dozen direct subordinates.

But these dozen horse boys are the trump cards in Sister Mei's hands.

Back then, when He Xinghe was negotiating with the Bama Chamber of Commerce, the other party saw that Sister Mei was a prostitute, so they wanted to put the table aside and sell her to a prostitute to earn some pocket money.

Fan Dong, who was still unknown at that time, used a sharp knife to kill three good opponents in the blink of an eye, and escaped from Malaysia with Sister Mei.

Then there was a big scene of unity between He Ji and the Bama Chamber of Commerce. They fought for a whole year, burned tens of millions of banknotes, and killed and injured thousands of red sticks and straw sandals before they were completely defeated.

The Fujian forces were driven out of Hong Kong Island.

The man beside the wall is already Fan Dong.

Lin Huale kept Fan Dong's face firmly in his mind.

Even if you can't make good friends, you can't make bad friends either.

For such a good player, the grass on the grave of anyone who offends him is already three feet high!

It was the rainy season, and the room was sweltering. After a while, beads of sweat began to fall from Lin Huaile's cheeks, so he withdrew his gaze from observing Fan Dong and turned on the electric fan.

Being bored and without a book in hand, he had no choice but to look around.

It is impolite to look up at a person's face, especially a woman's face.

He could only lower his head and look at the floor under his feet, thinking about what his boss wanted to say to him.

But he couldn't calm down at all. Under the table, there was a pair of beautiful feet, attracting his attention.

They were a pair of fleshy feet, clean and without calluses, with neat toenails painted with red nail polish.

On her big female toes, she held a plastic sandal and shook it up and down.

Full of visual effects!

This quiet appreciation lasted for more than ten minutes.

After finishing the calculation, Sister Mei stretched her sore wrist and pushed the abacus in front of her forward.

I was leaning on the back of my chair, wanting to smoke a cigarette and take a break, when I suddenly realized that Lin Huaile, this little bastard, was peeking at me.

"Ahem, bad guy, why are you so stupid?" Sister Mei raised her eyebrows and cursed angrily.

Women who come out to run around in the world all have the temperament of Sun Erniang, otherwise they will not be able to control the field and the younger brother.

In addition, the students from southern Guangdong are already very angry and have a firecracker temper. If they don't light up, they will explode.

"What? Big boss?"

Lin Huaile quickly moved his eyes away from the alluring feet, pretending to be confused.

Sister Mei looked at it with a puzzled look on her face, and hesitated for a second, wondering if she was overthinking.

But this unrealistic idea was quickly dismissed.

A bad boy is a bad boy, and he still talks about being strong.

"nothing?"

"The club has reached a conclusion regarding Uncle Shuanglin's matter!"

Sister Mei glanced at Lin Huaile and said angrily.

"What did grandpa say?"

Lin Huaile suddenly became anxious, stood up, walked to his desk, and asked loudly.

This sudden change of intention made him a little surprised.

But when I think about the former owner of this body, who has lived as a loving father and son for so many years, it is normal to have some reaction.

Sister Mei didn't say anything about Lin Huaile's excitement. After all, it was his biological father who was murdered, so she would have been very excited.

"Last night I was talking about mathematics in Fulinhai, and hosted by Mr. Bao from Lian Sheng."

"Xinji's chief housekeeper, Lin Xue, is willing to pay one million as compensation!"

"Let's forget about this!"

Sister Mei knows how to say it, it's very cruel, but this is something that was handed down by the host, and she can't do it.

The Lin family sits in the Xiang family world, and it is the Lin family who are responsible for handling disputes in Xinji.

Lin Huaile had expected this result all along, but he didn't expect that the club would sell off an uncle who worked hard for the club for one million!

Shouldn't we order all our troops and have a PK in the street?

Isn’t that how they are acted in Hong Kong and Taiwan movies?

You guys don't play by the rules!

Dogmatism really kills people!

"Boss, my father's life was wasted?"

"He worked hard for the club?"

Lin Huaile's eyes immediately turned red and he said excitedly.

Hearing this, Sister Mei sneered and worked hard for the club?

There are so many people working hard for the club!

Shuanglong Lin is not the first He Xinghe to devote his life to the society, nor will he be the last.

Today is different from the past. Everyone is working hard for money, and who cares about brotherly loyalty?

"This is the best result, silly boy."

"The club also knows about your difficulties, and has decided to transfer your management and promotion to you as compensation."

"If you want revenge, you can only rely on yourself."

"The Taro Biao is very powerful. Without a society to protect you, he would have beaten you out a long time ago."

Sister Mei spoke out the society's compensation in one breath, and even threatened her at the end.

This is the club's final decision. The reason why Sister Mei was asked to discuss it first was because she was afraid that Lin Huaile would storm off on the spot and embarrass Qilin.

Although Shuang Linlong survived himself, the favor had long been repaid.

Taking in his son himself was the most benevolent and righteous act.

"Xinji is at the height of its power right now. There are five tigers and ten heroes. That one is not the famous Double Flower Red Stick. It is simply impossible for the club to take revenge on Uncle Lin and kill a hall leader in Xinji."

"Even if my uncles are willing, the brothers below will not agree."

"Ale, keep the money and the mahjong parlor, and we'll think of a solution later!"

Thinking of Shuang Linlong's cultivation of her before, Sister Mei couldn't bear Lin Huaile doing stupid things, so she tried to persuade him.

Lin Huaile sat back on the sofa dejectedly, holding his head, looking frustrated, but he was not surprised. The development of the story was exactly as he expected.

Sister Mei glanced at the watch on her hand, stepped forward, patted him, and said softly: "Man, if you bleed, you won't shed tears."

"I think Uncle Shuanglin Jiuquan is aware and doesn't want anything to happen to you!".

With a low position and few people, Lin Huaile was not qualified to bargain with the society. Apart from being incompetent and furious, there was really no way he could do it.

After some more persuasion, Sister Mei saw that his mood was more stable, so she dragged Lin Huaile to the Xinghe Tea House, the office where the past generations had sat and handled affairs.

Each Hutchison club has its own main altar and tuoji.

But I don’t know if it’s a convention or intentional, most of them are photo studios and teahouses.

However, there are also non-mainstream associations that choose their headquarters on the coffin pavilion in order to gain promotion and fortune.

When traveling, you must have all the people together.

Sister Mei was no exception. The three cars at the front and back were filled with confidants. As the top horse, Leng Gujie was Sister Mei's cousin and acted as the driver.

Lin Huaile took his own Volvo and followed behind the motorcade.

Each base is spelled out with a knife. There are so many enemies, so be extra careful.

I was afraid that five hundred swordsmen and axemen would come out of the alley and chop them into pieces.

Xinghe Tea House only has three floors, and compared with the shopping malls and several big hotels next to it, it can no longer be described as shabby.

Only the Ming and Qing style of blue bricks and red tiles shows a different background and can win some impression points.

Outside the door of the restaurant, which has imitation wooden window lattice, stood two waiters in black suits.

Next to them is a light box for valet parking. There is a parking boy standing at the light box, talking to two waiters.

The boys at the door naturally knew the members of the club and said hello one after another.

But only Sister Mei and Lan Guijie were allowed in, and Lin Huaile and others were stopped.

"Feiyu, this is the newly promoted straw sandal, Young Master Le, grandpa wants to see him!"

Seeing Lin Huaile being blocked, Sister Mei explained.

After hearing Lin Huaile's name, Feiyu immediately gave up his position and said with a smile: "It turns out he is Uncle Lin's son. He has offended many people."

"My name is Feiyu, and I belong to Uncle Tai."

"Go up and see grandpa first!"

"Uncle Bing has made some delicious soup. Come down and have a cup of it later!"

"Amei, you're here. Third brother is waiting for you above. Come up quickly!"

There was a bald old man sitting behind the counter downstairs, wearing glasses and waving a cattail leaf fan. He must be an old acquaintance of Sister Mei. He casually said hello and asked her to take people upstairs.

"I know, Uncle Wen, come down and have tea with you!"

Sister Mei asked Lan Guijie to wait on the first floor and took Lin Huaile upstairs alone.
Chapter completed!