Ji Bu's expression was calm, and his eyes slowly swept across the central figures sitting in the hall with Liansheng.
As his gaze swept across, these people lowered their heads unconsciously, not looking at Ji Bu.
"Yes, I said yes!"
Ji Bu nodded with great certainty, his eyes fell on the faucet stick held in Dongguan Zai's hand, his tone was full of no doubt:
"The leading stick is all in the hands of Dongguan Zai, so I will support Dongguan Zai as the talker."
"Grass!"
Kuanbao slapped the table hard and cursed: "Who do you think Jibu is? What qualifications do you have to participate in this meeting?!"
"It's not your turn as an outsider to dictate matters within He Liansheng."
"oh?"
Ji Bu raised his eyebrows and stared at Kuanbao sharply, ignoring him and stepping forward.
behind.
Luo Tianhong and Aji also took two steps forward and stood behind Ji Bu.
"."
Kuanbao's lips squirmed and his body subconsciously leaned back.
Many uncles looked at Ji Bu who was sitting down. They looked at each other and looked at each other without speaking.
He Liansheng talked about things and people were less happy and disappeared.
The reason why He Liansheng is in today's situation is because He Liansheng took action against the New World.
Ji Bu appeared here for no reason, which means it is self-evident.
"From today on, Dongguan Zai will be the talker."
Ji Bu ignored Kuan Bao, pulled out the stool and sat down with Dama Jindao, his fingers moving rhythmically on the table:
"After I finish speaking, who is in favor and who is against?!"
"I object!"
Kuanbao suddenly jumped up from his seat, holding his hands on the table and looking at Ji Bu eagerly:
"Who do you think you are! What qualifications do you have to speak out?!"
"What do you think?"
Ji Bu looked deeply at Chuan Bao, but still ignored him. He turned to look at Fei Xue, who was sitting next to Dong Guan Zai:
"Feixue, can you support your Dongguan brother to be the talker?!"
"Hold on, hold on!"
Fei Xue smiled honestly: "Brother Dongguan is the godfather's godson. Now that the godfather is gone, he can act on his behalf."
He has a good relationship with Dongguan Zai, and in this incident, Dongguan Zai took care of him, and the impact on his cousin was minimal, so he was naturally supportive.
"very good."
Ji Bu nodded with satisfaction: "Jimmy Tsai?"
"support!"
Jimmy folded his arms and answered matter-of-factly: "Dongguan Tsai can solve the problem of winning against Lian Sheng. He also has the leading stick in his hand. If he doesn't do anything, no one can blame him."
"That makes sense."
Ji Bu nodded with deep understanding: "Where are everyone?"
"I support Dongguan Zai!"
"I will support it too!"
The bosses raised their hands to express their agreement.
They are not interested in what happened. They are more interested in when their nightclub can resume normal operations and start making money.
"good!"
Dongguan Zai grinned, stood up from his seat, and raised the faucet stick in his hand:
"Since everyone can think so highly of me, Dongguan Boy, I will leave my words here today."
"In one week, within one week, all the affected halls in Heliansheng will be able to return to normal, and everyone should make money and make money."
"good!"
Everyone was waiting for his words and responded one after another.
"The Yan family shovel!"
Chuan Bao looked at the many echoing bosses and roared clearly and excitedly: "A bunch of people rushed to the street, I think you are all dizzy!"
"Ji Bu is the talker of New World. The situation that Lian Sheng and Lian Sheng are in today is all caused by New World."
"Now that he is here to support Dongguan Zai and be the talker, it is obvious that they are colluding together!"
"Dongguan Zai is a ghost. He betrayed He Liansheng and colluded with Ji Bu. According to the gang rules, he should be killed by a thousand cuts!"
He pointed hard at Ji Bu: "There is still him, we can't let him get out of Heliansheng today!"
Talking room.
He shouted towards the door: "Come here, come here, hold this Yan family shovel down for me!"
door.
No one answered, and no one came in.
The hall suddenly fell into an inexplicable silence, which seemed very strange.
"Tsk"
Ji Bu frowned in displeasure, raised his eyes and glanced at Chuanbao, picked up the cigarette on the table, lit it, and blew out a puff of smoke.
He was holding a cigarette and looking at Kuanbao directly in front of him, and Kuanbao was also looking at him, and the two looked at each other.
After Ji Bu's death.
A Ji and Luo Tianhong stepped forward and came to Chuan Bao's side.
The Han sword in Luo Tianhong's hand hit the ground again, and he pressed the hilt of the sword with both hands, standing next to Kuan Bao with his back straight.
Behind the blue bangs hanging down from his forehead, there is a pair of fierce eyes.
beside.
Aji stood in front of Kuanbao, looking at him expressionlessly.
"What do you want to do!"
Kuanbao looked at the two people, one white and one blue, and there was a hint of hesitation in his tone of voice. He unconsciously took a step back, bumped into the stool behind him, and sat down.
"Crack!"
Aji stepped forward, looked at Kuanbao condescendingly, and slapped Kuanbao in the face without any warning, knocking him out of his wits.
I don’t know where the glasses flew to.
The sound of the slap was crisp and clear, echoing in the hall, leaving clear slap marks on Kuanbao's face.
"you"
Kuanbao looked at Aji with wide eyes: "Fuck you."
"Crack!"
Aji looked at Kuanbao expressionlessly, then pulled out his hand again and slapped Kuanbao in the face.
"I"
Kuan Bao pursed his lips and was about to resist when Luo Tianhong raised his eyebrows at him and moved his hand on the hilt of the Han Sword.
The string of explosions that were originally planned to be heard immediately died down.
"Crack!"
The hall suddenly became completely quiet, except for Ah Ji's constant pumping of hands and loud slaps.
"Crack!"
"Crack!"
"Ahem."
Ji Bu cleared his throat, raised his hand and unbuttoned the collar of his shirt, and his eyes fell on Dumble:
"Uncle Deng, you see, Mr. Le's two godsons support Dongguan Zai as the talker, and so many bosses also support Dongguan Zai."
"Now, only you uncles are left."
He held the cigarette with his fingers and reached into the ashtray. He shook the ashes with his fingers and said, "I wonder what Uncle Deng means?!"
beside.
Aji continued to slap the slaps, like an accompaniment, crisp and powerful.
"Youngster."
Uncle Deng sighed and tapped the cane in his hand on the ground: "Isn't it too much for a young boy to do something? I'm going to collude with my uncle who can win with Lian Sheng after all."
"hehe."
Ji Bu grinned and shook his head: "In my eyes, I only respect those uncles who should be respected, such as Uncle Deng. As for someone like you, he is not worthy at all."
"What you did is very unruly."
Deng Bo let out a breath, sighed and shook his head: "Since He Liansheng planted the flag and established the brand name, he has never let an outsider dictate what he does like today."
"Um"
Ji Bu nodded in agreement, and then said unequivocally: "It cannot be denied that in all the years since He Liansheng was established, there has never been a time like today when all the halls can't open!"
He tapped his fingers on the table: "It would be embarrassing to say such a thing, wouldn't it?"
"Now there is finally a Dongguan boy who is willing to stand up and carry the flag. You should feel lucky that someone can help you solve this difficult problem. You should give your full support."
"Instead of being like those who want people but no one, no money, no ability, they are the best at jumping around."
"I don't know if what I said makes sense, Uncle Dumbledore."
"..."
Uncle Deng looked at Ji Bu, pursed his lips twice, sighed, and then looked at the other uncles at the same table.
Everyone had different expressions. You looked at me and I looked at you, but no one answered.
"He Liansheng created my new world, right? How did I, Ji Bu, find my place? How did I clean up He Liansheng?"
Ji Bu stretched out his hand to support the table and stood up. The ashes of the cigarette held in the corner of his mouth gathered, and the blue smoke went upwards along the cigarette butt:
"From the beginning to the end, have I ever had a fight with you and Lian Sheng? Did I send a single person out of my new world?!"
"No, not one. In fact, He and Liansheng haven't even touched the new world!"
Ji Bu shook his head slowly, with a hint of disdain at the corner of his mouth: "Then if you think about it again, how did He Liansheng get to where he is today?"
"He Liansheng claims to have more than 50,000 members. There are so many churches, large and small, but none of them are open for business."
"What does this mean?!"
Ji Bu raised his eyebrows and slowly glanced at the uncles sitting at the table: "Is it because He Liansheng's people can't carry the sword anymore? Or is it that everyone can't cut people anymore?"
"..."
Many uncles remained silent.
"No one answered?!"
Ji Bu leaned down, put his hands on the table, and looked at everyone with condescending eyes:
"Since none of you are willing to answer, let me answer it for you. None of them!"
"The era when you older generation used to fight and kill has long passed. Now it is no longer an era where whoever can slash a street with a knife is considered powerful enough."
The end.
He added: "Grandpas, times have changed!"
Everyone at the uncle's table looked up at Ji Bu and listened to his words. Although they did not want to agree with Ji Bu's words, they had to admit that what he said was right.
"Why, why are those bosses willing to support Dongguan Zai?"
Ji Bu chuckled, took down the cigarette from the corner of his mouth, and placed it on the ashtray:
"Because Dongguan Tsai allows them to make money. There are so many people in the hall waiting to make money to eat. How much money will they lose if they don't open the door for a day?"
"So, there is no need for everyone to choose. Everyone knows who to choose as the speaker by voting with their feet."
Finished.
Ji Bu leaned over and sat down, took the cigar on the table, lit it with a lighter and flicked it, then handed it to Dumbledore:
"What do you think? Dumbledore."
"well"
Deng Bo sighed and reached out to take the cigarette handed over by Ji Bu, his tone full of sighs:
"Perhaps you are right, Housheng."
He nodded, then stopped talking and smoked a cigar in silence.
"Crack!"
"Crack!"
Aji's hands rose and fell, and the applause continued.
"Stop it!"
The sound of screams sounded, and the whole person took a few steps back weakly, raising his hands to cover his face:
"Stop, stop fighting!"
At this time, there was blood in the corners of the mouth and nostrils, and the cheeks on the left and right sides were bulging high, with visible swelling and redness.
"I support Dongguan Zai being the talker!"
The reporter, who had a strong desire for survival, made his own statement: "The position of talker must be from Dongguan."
"hehe."
Ji Bu grinned and glanced at the group of people on the other side: "Look, isn't this right? Wasn't it good to have done this earlier? You have to yell at me."
"Be careful next time and don't yell at me, got it?"
The facial expression is complex and the lips are pursed.
"Um?"
Aji frowned and raised his hand again.
"Yes yes yes!"
Kuanbao nodded quickly, as if pounding garlic: "I know, I know!"
"alright!"
Deng Bo took a puff of his cigar and raised his hand first: "I suggest that Dongguan Zai be allowed to take over the speaker's position from now on."
"I agree too!"
"Me too!"
The uncles all raised their hands in agreement.
"Excuse me."
Ji Bu looked at everyone with a smile and said, "When I have time another day, I will visit each grandpa one by one."
Finished.
He turned and walked outside.
"snort!"
Luo Tianhong snorted contemptuously, raised his hand to place the Eight-sided Han Sword on his shoulder, and left with a swagger.
"Dongguan boy!"
Chuanbao covered his red and swollen face and walked up to Dongguan Zai: "You have to do what you want today."
He was just about to speak.
door.
Ah Ji left and came back, half of his body exposed, and looked at him.
"Brother Dongguan!"
Sensing Aji's eyes, Kuanbao immediately smiled and stretched out his hand to help Dongguan Zai smooth his clothes:
"Starting from today, I will slander the first person who supports you to be the talker. From now on, you can do whatever you say!"
Seeing Ah Ji disappearing at the door, Kuan Bao finally breathed out a sigh of relief, looked at Dong Guan Zai, and felt completely defeated.
"alright."
Dongguan Zai pulled the hem of his clothes and stood up: "Let's stop this matter."
"Since everyone supports me as the talker, I, Dongguan Zai, have also made a promise that I will definitely make more money with Liansheng's gang!"
He raised the faucet stick in his hand: "Le Shao will give you as much money as you should earn. I, the Dongguan boy, will not lose a penny from you."
"I have the money, and I also have the knife!"
"It's up to you how you choose!"
"So be it!"
Uncle Deng stood up on crutches, got up and walked outside, then turned to look at Dongguan Zai, Jimmy:
"I don't want to know what's going on between you and Ji Bu, but I want to know if A Le's matter has anything to do with you?"
"No!"
Jimmie was the first to shake his head in denial.
"have no idea."
Dongguan Zai shook his head.
"good."
Dumbledore glanced at the two of them again, no longer staying.
So far.
With Le Shao offline, and the struggle between Lian Sheng and New World, there was no large-scale conflict, and then it came to an end.
Dongguan Zai, a new generation of talker, rose to the position smoothly with the help of Ji Bu.
······
With the rise of Dongguan Zai and the reopening of nightclubs in the lower halls of Lian Sheng that had been sealed by the police, everything returned to normal.
"..."
Liu Yunqing looked at Dongguan Zai who was online and fell into silence.
Dongguan Zai is online, which means that Leshao has been offline, and He Liansheng Tangkou has resumed business. This also reflects that New World and He Liansheng must have reached a consensus.
Thinking back to Dongguan Zai's previous relationship with Ji Bu, a strong bad feeling came over him.
Now that the matter with Liansheng has been resolved, will it be my turn next?!
Thinking of this, Liu Yunqing couldn't help but feel uneasy again. He was the police superintendent, and Ji Bu might dare to kill him directly.
So what methods can he think of?!
Or look for problems in your own style.
Thinking of this, Liu Yunqing hung up the phone to his wife again in an uneasy mood: "Has anything happened recently?"
"Be careful. Someone is going to target me. Keep your hands and feet clean. Don't accept it like before. If someone gives you something, just accept it. Be more alert, you know."
"Okay, okay, I understand."
Liu Yunqing's wife A Fang responded impatiently, with a slight breath in her tone:
"I understand. Didn't you say it last time? I know it well."
"That's fine."
Liu Yunqing nodded with satisfaction after hearing this. Although his wife has a somewhat tough personal style, she still won't let her guard down at critical moments.
There was a pause.
He seemed to have remembered something, frowned and asked, "What are you doing? Why are you still out of breath when you speak?"
"I'm running, hubby. I'm exercising."
A Fang tried her best to control her tone and make her breathing quieter:
"It won't be long before you come back. I recently signed up for a yoga class to strengthen my physical exercise and develop a perfect body. I'll reward you well then."
"snort!"
Liu Yunqing then snorted with satisfaction: "Then just wait, wash up and wait for me."
After a pause,
He seemed to notice something was wrong again: "Huh? There are also runners in the yoga program? Why haven't I heard of it?"
"cut."
A Fang curled her lips disdainfully: "Are you from the countryside? You don't know this, right?"
“Who practices yoga and doesn’t run?!”
"Okay, okay."
Liu Yunqing could only wave his hands helplessly and no longer wanted to give up.
Hang up the phone.
Liu Yunqing muttered in a low voice: "Yoga has no use, it's just a trick."
He picked up the intercom and called the police officer, gave him a list of daily necessities for him to go out to buy, and made plans to continue to stay in the police station for a long time.
Don't say it yet.
Living in the police station is quite comfortable. You don't have to get up early to get off work, and you can also create an image for your subordinates to work overtime day and night to investigate cases.
The only drawback is that the sofa is not spacious enough and not as comfortable as my own big bed, and my waist still hurts after sleeping too much.
PS: Thank you, Mr. Hot, for your 1,500 point reward and monthly pass. Thank you everyone for your monthly pass. Thank you.