Hong Kong City Central is the political and commercial center of Hong Kong City. It is the seat of Hong Kong City Bank, multinational financial institutions and foreign consulates.

The government headquarters of the Hong Kong Comprehensive City, the Legislative Council Building, and the Government House (now called Government House) are all in Central.

As we all know, being able to set up a company, open a shop, or even go to work here is the most honorable thing in Hong Kong Comprehensive Market.

In the eyes of many people, the people here are the most elite and upper-class personnel in Hong Kong Comprehensive City.

Cha Yan Yuese is a small coffee shop located in the Central District.

Although the name is so literary, in fact the boss here is not a literary person, on the contrary, the boss here is a martial artist, the uncle of "He Yi", a guy nicknamed "Uncle Egg Tart".

Sometimes the nicknames of Young and Dangerous are so casual. Lardboy's father likes to eat lard rice, so he is called Lardboy.

Uncle Egg Tart is because he used to sell egg tarts when he was young. After joining the club, he was called "Egg Tart Boy". When he got old, the title could not be changed after decades, but he changed from boy to uncle.

He was born in an ordinary society such as "Heyi", and his life was considered stable. His greatest achievement was a loan. The borrower had no money to repay, so he mortgaged the coffee shop that had paid rent for ten years to him.

Uncle Egg Tart is a figure from the older generation who cares about face very much. He is willing to accept the offer of a coffee shop in Central even though he is not professionally qualified.

Normally, what he loves to do most is to put on a suit, sit in this coffee shop, and relax, as if he is a high-ranking person.

Today, Uncle Egg Tart is the same. He is sixty years old, has gray hair, and is wearing an old-fashioned gray plaid suit. However, he seems to think that he is quite fashionable. He deliberately sits in a conspicuous position at the entrance of the coffee shop, with a picture in front of him that he cannot read in English.

Newspapers, unaccustomed black coffee, and pretentiousness.

Boom, not long after Uncle Egg Tart sat there, the door of the coffee shop was pushed open, and a group of young people filed in.

This group of young people either have unknown brand suits or unknown brand casual clothes, have exquisite watches in their hands, or have expensive pendants around their necks. With Uncle Egg Tart’s eyesight having been in Central for five or six years, it is easy to see that,

This is a group of rich second generation people.

Two waiters in the coffee shop greeted him immediately and said respectfully:

"Gentlemen, how many are there?"

"You guys get out of the way."

One of them, a young man about twenty years old in casual clothes, pushed away the two waiters impatiently, then bowed and raised his hand, introducing:

"Master Chen, look, this is it. "What do you think of this place, Master Chen, you must take me with you this time."

"Master Han, say a few words for me!"

The young man in casual clothes had a flattering smile on his face, like a bitch, trying to please the two people behind him.

There were actually seven or eight people behind him, but looking at the formation, they were led by two young men in their mid-twenties, and the others were standing around them.

The two young men didn't say anything and started to walk into the coffee shop and looked around.

Several other young people looked a little anxious and kept talking:

"Mr. Chen, don't listen to him. How can you open a company in this terrible place?"

"That's right, this place is so small, and it's still a store. It's definitely not suitable for opening a company."

"Mr. Chen, why don't you come to my place and have a look? I also have an office building in Central. The location is very good. As long as Mr. Chen likes it, I will ask them to move out immediately."

The two young men remained silent and continued walking.

After taking a look at the situation inside the coffee shop, they walked over to where "Uncle Egg Tart" was sitting, as if on purpose.

One of the young men then opened his mouth and said:

"This store is good. Although it is not suitable for opening a company, it is still okay for us to come and sit here. Matthew, I will count you as a share this time. I will see this store change its name this afternoon."

Another young man followed closely behind, nodded and said:

"That's right, Cha Yan Yue Se, what a lousy name, one look at the person who named it will make him die."

"Yes, yes, yes, Young Master Chen and Young Master Han said yes, I will do it right away."

The first young man was overjoyed. He stood up straight in an instant, and his aura changed. He looked like a playboy and shouted:

"Waiter, where is your boss? Tell him to get over here immediately."

Uncle Egg Tart was sitting in front of a few young people. Seeing this group of people being so arrogant in his shop, he felt annoyed.

Uncle Egg Tart first signaled the waiter with his eyes to call his younger brother, and then he spoke directly in a low tone:

"I'm the boss here!"

"Are you the boss?"

The group of young people heard this and collectively looked at Uncle Egg Tart.

Their eyes were full of disdain, and the young man quickly said:

"You are the boss, right? Very good. Let me introduce myself first. My surname is Ma, Matthew, and Ma Zhicheng is my father."

"Where is this store? Stop doing it. Move out today and go somewhere else!"

"Matthew? Ma Zhicheng?"

When Uncle Egg Tart heard these two names, he was stunned. His mind was spinning, and he didn't even know what the nonsense names were.

I’ve never heard of it myself!

"You have such a loud voice, and you are even more aggressive than anyone else out there. I'm really not afraid of death."

Confirming that he didn't know the other party, Uncle Egg Tart smiled coldly and said disdainfully:

"Boy, do you know who you are talking to?"

"I don't care who you are, if I ask you to move out, you will move out immediately."

Matthew seems to have quite a bad temper, and he would just say something to yell at him.

At this time, a group of strong men pushed through the coffee shop and ran in. They were sweating profusely, and some of them had sticks in their hands.

"Boss!"

Undoubtedly, Uncle Egg Tart's little brother was very efficient and arrived in an instant.

Seeing his younger brothers, Uncle Dantang smiled proudly, looked at Matthew, and said coldly:

"Boy, try it again."

Uncle Egg Tart’s younger brothers were also very capable. One of the strong men simply said:

"Boss, are these bastards causing trouble?"

While speaking, the strong man put the stick directly on Matthew's shoulder, tapping and threatening him.

Looking at the group of young people, except for the two leaders, everyone else was shaking, especially Matthew, whose eyes were a little red.

It wasn't fear, it seemed more like anger.

"Matthew, it seems you can't handle this matter. If that's the case..."

The first two young people finally spoke. They seemed to be watching the fun and spoke meaningfully.

When Matthew heard this, he immediately took action, opened the stick on his shoulder, and said quickly:

"Master Chen, Master Han, give me a little more time and we'll get it done soon."

"Hey, boy, you still dare to resist."

When the stick was removed from his hand, the strong man suddenly felt humiliated and hit Matthew hard on the ribs with the stick.

Click? Ah!

The sound of fractures was accompanied by screams, and Matthew fell limply to the ground.

The other young people were a little frightened when they saw this, but their reaction was also weird enough, and they actually took out their phones collectively.

When Uncle Egg Tart saw this scene, he stopped the strong man from attacking and said calmly:

"You want to call someone, right? I'm Uncle Yihe Dantao, you'd better ask around first."

Immediately, he was very confident and said to his subordinates:

"Let them beat me, but I want to see who else in the Hong Kong Comprehensive City Society dares not to give me face."

Ten minutes later, it was still the Tea Cafe in Central.

By this time the situation had changed drastically.

Uncle Egg Tart's side, which originally had an absolute advantage, was already at an absolute disadvantage in terms of numbers.

Opposite them, a dozen young people had sneers on their faces, and at some point, fifty or sixty people appeared behind them.

Some of the people in the 50s and 60s were in suits and leather shoes, and some were wearing obvious security uniforms. At first glance, they were people from serious groups.

Faced with this situation, Uncle Egg Tart was a little dumbfounded. He did not expect that the person called by the other party would be like this. He was not a charlatan, but this kind of routine.

Matthew pressed his ribs where he had been hit with one hand, his eyes were red, and he pointed directly at the man who had hit him before and said:

"Kill him, this bastard just attacked me."

"Yes, Master!"

Although not all of the fifty or sixty people were called by Matthew, as more than a dozen people responded, they rushed forward waving rubber rollers at the same time.

"Don't mess around. Who are you? Do you still follow the rules of the world?"
To be continued...