Chapter 9 Estate Boy

(After grabbing food for a whole day, my legs are weak from standing there. Friends who are not in danger of the epidemic should also stock up as much as possible!)

Even after coming out of the boxing gym, Lin Huaile was still lamenting the golden tooth leopard's scheming.

In three words, He Xinghe, the most capable person, was able to fight for him through life and death.

What an old scumbag!

Get in the car and light a cigarette.

Lin Huaile blew out a puff of smoke out the window, turned to look at Changmao next to him, threw the high-end lighter that he had taken out of the boxing gym into Changmao's lap, and said seriously: "How is the gathering going?" .

After hearing the question, Shaggy's face suddenly became ugly.

In the afternoon, he drove back to Tsuen Wan to find his friend who had been drinking and spanking with him before.

But most of them have been converted to other prefixes and are not useful at all.

What's more, they directly involved the society's money and ran away to live happily.

He tried hard, but only found a group of villagers and a few South Vietnamese who had smuggled in and had mixed identities.

Seeing Changmao's expression as if he had eaten shit, he knew that this time he returned to Tsuen Wan and gained nothing.

But that’s normal. If a tree falls and the hozen scatters, there’s no need to hang on a dead tree.

Going out to join society is all about money. No one really believes in loyalty, right?

"Brother Le, there are about ten people in total."

"They are all village boys from Tsz Wan Shan. They dare to fight and work hard. They just want to find a chance to get ahead."

In order to make Lin Huaile feel more comfortable, Changmao had to do some artistic processing and exaggerate the quality of the team.

But Changmao's clumsy little trick did not escape Lin Huaile's eyes.

But he didn't expose it, it was a white lie after all.

The two walked through the tunnel and returned to Hesheng in silence.

The night in Xiangjiang is more lively than the day. Most of the promiscuous gamblers have no sense of time and no home.

If you really can't hold on any longer, you'll go to the nearby bath and take a nap. Otherwise, you won't leave your Feng Shui treasured place.

Lin Huaile pushed open the door and walked straight inside. The girl who was responsible for buying cigarettes and pouring water didn't even raise her head. She called Brother Shengle and then flew around like a bee.

Standing by the window sill of the Bird House were more than a dozen people, who must be the elite soldiers and generals gathered by Shao Mao.

Influenced by the Beatles, young people in Xiangjiang all have long, beautiful black hair.

The boys in the housing estates beside the window sill have not escaped this trend. They all have long hair and look very rock and roll!

As we all know, growing long hair is a hassle!

Especially in Hong Kong where the weather is hot.

To maintain elegant hair, it is a basic requirement to wash your hair twice a day, and at the very least, wash it once a day.

But the long hair of the bad guys in front of me has become sticky. It can be conservatively assumed that they haven't washed their hair or bathed for a week.

"Changmao, you lead these guys to take a bath next door."

"You're so sloppy, but you don't have fleas on your body!"

Lin Huaile sighed, took out a few hundred-dollar bills from his pocket, stuffed them into Shaggy's hand, and asked him to take the gang of shrimp soldiers and crab generals to clean up.

"Shai Zai, let's go. Don't be stunned. I'll take you to take a shower!"

Changmao casually stuffed the money into his trouser pocket and called on the ZTE forces to boil hot water together.

Lin Huaile watched these people leave, shook his head helplessly, and went upstairs.

Changmao took a dozen people with him and swaggered through the market, which naturally attracted the attention of interested people.

Opposite the Shengque Hall, there stood a fat man with a sinewy face. When he saw Changmao coming out, he ran to the phone booth next to him and made a call.

"Hey, boss, I'm the plane."

"Well, I know. With your bad voice, I know who it is without even naming you."

Taro Biao took the microphone away a little, kicked the woman kneeling under him, told her to get away, and buttoned her ears.

The woman who had been kicked timidly lowered her head, wiped the mixture from the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand, pulled the sling scattered around her body, and moved it a little to the side.

Training a girl is like training a horse!

This is the wise saying of the first generation of Malan seniors.

When Taro Biao first entered Xinji, he trained horses under Mr. Baimen.

Naturally handy!

"I'm crying, I'm not dead yet!"

"This installment has already arrived. I won't count your interest and will postpone it for another week."

"But don't blame me for not warning you. If I haven't received the interest in a week, I will go to your school to scratch you."

"When the time comes, I won't be as easy to talk to as I am tonight."

"Get out of here, don't ruin my mood again!"

Taro Biao threw the microphone on the table, tied his belt, sat back on the boss's chair, and put his feet in flip-flops on the desk.

The female teacher who graduated from a prestigious university nodded gratefully and hurriedly ran out of Taro Biao's office as if she had heard the gospel of God.

"Smelly!"

Taro Biao cursed, grabbed the microphone, and continued: "What's going on with that loser in Shuanglong Lin?"

Airplane watched Changmao and others enter the bathhouse on the second floor next to them, and whispered: "Boss, Young Master Le has recruited more than a dozen people to his bird house."

"At noon, I also heard that Qilin Wen, a new member of He Xinghe, had revealed that he wanted to avenge Shuanglong Lin!".

When Taro Biao heard this, he couldn't bear it anymore and cursed loudly: "Qilin Wen, you bastard, I had agreed to serve the first wine, but I didn't expect that I suddenly changed my mind."

"You are talking to Sheng. If you have any news, please inform me immediately!" After cursing, he threw the phone back on the cradle without waiting for the plane to reply.

What a mess!

From the beginning, Taro Biao never thought about killing Shuanglong Lin. This was just a misunderstanding.

The bad guy under his command couldn't stand Shuangyong Lin Yi's old-fashioned attitude, and because he was addicted to drugs, he did it directly!

Really awesome!

Taro Biao leaned his head on the boss's chair, thinking about what to do next.

It is impossible to spit it out in Tsuen Wan.

Tuen Mun, a remote and remote area, would be meaningless even if it were made uniform.

The red oil business is about making money, but it is also a business under Xinji, and I am just a pump.

But Tsuen Wan is different. If he eats it, it is his own business, his private business.

Xinji is a hereditary system, which is the only difference from other Hongmen prefixes.

When Lord Xiang was forced to leave Xiangjiang, he passed down a command saying that Xinji could only be led by the Xiang family.

The tenth brother was appointed at the critical moment, and with the help of the Lin brothers and Ji Bao, Xinji prospered again.

This also established a new tradition. The territory and business that Dadi built by himself did not need to be dealt with by the society, and the society would not interfere. It could be passed on as an industry.

From father to son, from son to grandson, wealth is passed down from generation to generation.

However, Tuo Di will also start business and make money in the territory with the prefix "Tuo Di".

Each outsole and red stick operate independently.

If you need help from the prefix, you need to pay a certain price.
Chapter completed!