Qilin was standing in front of the window, playing with the fat cat in his hand, and watching the cars passing by downstairs.

After a week of being an intern, he finally sorted out the account books and rosters given to him by his previous intern.

When he thought about the account books, he became very angry.

The cold guy, that is, the one who sat in the restaurant when he took office, had a rotten sweet potato, so ten yuan was left in his account book, and someone even sent a message saying that it was specially left for him to treat him to a bowl of chicken wings.

There are tens of thousands of horse stalls in Hexinghe, hundreds of community cigarette stalls, gambling stalls, and horse stables, and the monthly payment is close to tens of millions.

Taking into account the wages, insurance premiums, housing expenses, and money invested in legitimate business of the younger brothers, this guy has made at least tens of millions.

But it's not about money when you come out to hang out.

Leng Lao is a guy with a bit of conscience. The year before last, when Fu Tuhe resigned from office, he didn't keep any money. Instead, he raised a large sum of money in the name of the association.

The new owner of Futu River was so angry that he went to the hospital from Tuodi. It took him a year to pay off the debt.

Feeling sulky in my heart, my hand stroking the fat cat gradually increased its strength. Feeling the discomfort, the fat cat snorted a few times in dissatisfaction.

The red stick responsible for protecting the sitting hall was sitting behind the screen next to the stairs, always paying attention to what was going on downstairs.

"Brother Wen, Amei, and Ale are here."

Mr. Bai was wearing a green shirt, waving a folding fan, walked to Qilin's side, and reported in a low voice.

"They're here when they come. Do you want me, an old man, to go downstairs to pick them up?"

Although Qilin said he didn't care, the hand stroking the fat cat was hanging in the air and hesitantly did not put it down.

"Brother Wen."

"The brothers below are a little dissatisfied about Dalin's matter."

"Even the uncles above are talking about it, saying that the community is getting less and less vocal."

"If he had left it alone, he would have been beaten back a long time ago."

"Uncle Jin also let it out and said he wanted to help Dalin take revenge. This is justifiable. After all, he is Dalin's Qi Ye."

"Xin Kee vacates a street in Central, which can bring in several million a year, but looking at it from top to bottom, there are a lot of four, two, and six in the society. If you give it to anyone, you will offend the other party."

"There are still ten days until the time to hand in the accounts. This is your first time taking care of the accounts, Brother Wen. I'm afraid..."

As the leader of the club, Mr. Bai has a white paper fan, ears to listen to six directions, and eyes to see all directions are the basic operations.

His duty is to assist in running the club and manage the club well.

There's been a lot of gossip in the club lately, and secretly it's all being fanned by competitors who just want to see Qilin's excitement.

"I'm sorry! These old fools are the ones who said they couldn't fight. They said fighting would be bad for business."

"I did as I was told, and now these people are complaining that the association is weak."

"Fuck their mother!"

Qilin threw the fat cat in his hand to the window sill and yelled angrily.

"Brother Wen, I don't feel right about Dalin's matter. You just took the post and your first shot was misfired..."

Mr. Bai hesitated for a moment and then said what he was thinking.

Hearing this, Qilin was thoughtful, but did not answer. Instead, he continued to look out the window at the pedestrians on the street.

Lin Huaile followed Sister Mei, staring at her graceful curves and round buttocks, as they walked towards the third floor.

Logically speaking, Lin Huaile was not qualified to go upstairs, but this time it was about his father, so he made an exception.

Strict hierarchy and respect for superiors and subordinates are also a major feature of Hutchison.

"Amei is here, sit down!"

When Qilin heard footsteps coming from the stairs, he turned around and saw Amei walking up, twisting and turning, and said happily.

"Grandpa!"

"Master Bai!"

"Grandpa!"

"Master Bai!"

Although Lin Huaile was in a low mood, he still did not forget the etiquette he should know. After saying hello, he stood honestly behind Sister Mei, lowered his head and said nothing, waiting for the old man to speak.

Qilin, who was sitting on the main seat, became very angry when he saw Lin Huaile looking a bit useless.

The hero of Shuangyong Forest I, how to raise such a bad boy.

She is fair and clean, with thin arms and legs. It seems that she is not destined to be a beater, but to be a young man (to lure girls into sex). The groom can take up the job immediately and add glory to Xinghe.

"I've talked with Young Master Ten from Xinji. It's Taro Biao's fault in this matter."

"Young Master Ten is willing to pay one million and put a table of wine together, so let's forget about your father's matter!"

When Mr. Bai saw Qilin sitting on the main seat, just drinking tea and saying nothing, he cursed the old fox in his heart. It seemed that he had to take responsibility for this bad guy.

"Master Bai, my father went to the club, and now he has to disappear without any reason!"

Although Lin Huaile had already learned about Lao Ding’s decision from Sister Mei.

But he still gritted his teeth and said what he was thinking with an angry look.

The hatred for killing my father is irreconcilable.

If he, Lin Huaile, bows his head and admits such a great hatred, he will no longer have to hang out in Hong Kong Island.

He Xinghe's bad guys can break his spine with just his mouth.

"Street boy!"

Sister Mei cursed in her heart, knowing that her words at Red Rose were in vain.

But she just cursed in her heart and did not stop her.

If he could bear the blood feud of his father, he would be a weakling and useless, and there would be no need for him to cultivate him in the future.

If it's cool, stay there.

Just stick to the mahjong parlor provided by the club and wait for death for the rest of your life!

"Haha, I didn't expect you to be a bit tough."

"That's right, Shuang Linlong was lost because of the association. The territory in Tsuen Wan, his leading horse, and the red stick were all folded in it."

"If you want revenge, you can, but you have to do it yourself!"

"I just don't know if you are talented enough?"

Qilin threw the tea cup in his hand on the coffee table and said with a sneer.

This bad boy is not worthless. At least he dares to ask for justice in front of himself. I don't know if he will suffer from diarrhea when he starts working.

The reason why Qilin doesn't want to interfere with Ssangyong's affairs is because Ssangyong Forest has completely collapsed.

Most of the territory was eaten by the people, and all the top guys were gone.

If you want to avenge him, you need to do it yourself.

Whether it's a wild horse or a real person PK, it all needs money to support it.

In order to get the seat, Qilin had to emptied his entire family fortune. If he hadn't been given enough benefits, his uncles wouldn't have allowed him to sit there.

Shuang Linlong's help was not in vain. He also had a share in the gambling boats on the high seas.

Business is business, but I didn’t expect that Shuanglinlong would be killed by Taro Biao.

Even if Qilin was killed, he would not do this kind of loss-making business, even though Shuanglonglin died because of him!

"Lao Ding, my Lao Dou is your sworn brother."

"What do you want me to do? I really can't bear to take this breath!"

This week, Lin Huaile also broke the rules of the club. He walked out from behind Sister Mei, knelt in front of Qilin with a plop, kowtowed to the ground with his head.

No one spoke, and on the entire third floor there was only the sound of wind and the honking of cars outside.

The problem came back to Qilin again.

It is better to bully a white-headed man than a young man.

Qilin fiddled with the rosary beads in his hand, while Bai Ye held his own folding fan and tapped the palms of his hands rhythmically.

As for Lin Huaile's favored boss, Sister Mei, she stared at the tea cup in her hand, trying to see the flowers inside.

Several people remained calm, as if they had not heard what Lin Huaile said.

"Okay, don't say that I, an old man, don't give your young master a chance to have fun."

"If you want the club to support you, you have to make a name for yourself."

"When a newcomer wants to make his mark, I am naturally happy to be in charge."

"As a human being, you have to rely on yourself."

"As long as you deal with Taro Biao, no matter how big the trouble happens, I will always support you!"
To be continued...