The second floor was empty. There was not much difference between sitting in the private room and sitting outside. Moreover, the private room was surrounded by half-person-high fiberboard, so there was no privacy at all. Tang Feng lit a cigarette and looked at the person opposite with a smile.
I feel that ambition is really a good thing. It makes people greedy for gain, seeking glory from their masters, and even willing to be a watchdog.
"Boss Zhao, do you think I have too many conditions? I can reduce a few of them appropriately." The man in his thirties carefully looked at the legendary No. 1 figure in Huaxing Society. Tang Feng shook his head and smiled: "The conditions are not excessive. You
come up with
I will help you with your popularity and position, I will give you money, I will also give you people, I will help you consolidate Master Rong’s power and gain a firm foothold in Vladivostok. If necessary, I can also help you eradicate several other important people from the Qing Gang in the future.
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"Thank you, Boss Zhao. From today on, my fate, Feng Quan, belongs to Boss Zhao. I will ask my brothers to let Mr. Wang go now." Feng Quan was extremely excited. He had been working as a sidekick in the Youth Gang for seven or eight years and finally waited for the day when he would come out.
Kneel down and kowtow to Tang Feng. From tomorrow on, he will no longer be the second-rate bastard that the big guys in Shanghai despise, but will be a brother who is on an equal footing with those bully big guys.
"Don't be complacent. How sure are you of controlling Master Rong's power in one night?" Tang Feng sipped his tea and asked Feng Quan. The battle tonight will determine who wins and who loses. He doesn't want to make any mistakes and fall short.
"The person who has come forward to take care of business for Mr. Rong in the past few years is Zheng Shuang. He and A Kun work together to manage the black and white business, overpowering several white-eyed wolves in the Qing Gang who are looking forward to the old man's retirement. The old man is dead, and A Kun is dead.
Now, I'm 90% sure that I can control Zheng Shuang. Zheng Shuang has seniors and juniors, so it's easy to make him bow his head and submit. If you don't do it for me, it will definitely work for Boss Zhao." Feng Quan said with a sinister smile at the end.
stand up.
Tang Feng nodded with a smile, stood up and said casually: "Akun should be dead, it's time to send Master Rong on his way. My people will pick up Brother Zhao, and invite Mr. Zheng to join us, and everything will be done before midnight."
"Huh?" Hu Chi frowned, scratched his head and said bitterly: "If I had known that the boss was going to kill him, I would have fought him a few more times, and then sent him to the west after he was satisfied."
Tang Feng shook his head. Today's tiger idiot is the same as the tiger idiot back then. He has simple ideas and is really cute. He has changed. He has become more and more willing to do whatever it takes to achieve his goals. Siqing often said that this is what heroes are like. He is still far away from these two words.
A long distance? Forget it, it’s useless to think about this. Leave everything to the black and white evil spirits and snake gods to comment. Whether it’s a lord or a hero, even a bear, if there is a woman worth loving, relatives, and brothers, this life is enough.
That’s it!
Lush trees block the hustle and bustle of the city, making the villa area a beautiful world of its own. The villa area shrouded in darkness is quiet and peaceful, with lights dotted around it. Mr. Rong’s villa is only 100 meters away from the golf course. The villa of more than 700 square meters costs over 100 million.
The annual property fee is 800,000 yuan, a figure that ordinary people cannot imagine.
The antique large living room has a strong European charm. The mahogany chair next to the fireplace is covered with a luxurious tiger skin. Mr. Rong sits with his eyes closed and his feet on the tiger's head. There is always something wrong in the old man's heart. He is thinking about A Kun.
It's been so long, it's time to get it, why haven't you called back yet?
Just as he was suspicious, the phone in Mr. Rong's hand rang. It was the classic song "Shanghai Beach" that has been sung for generations. Whenever the ringtone came to mind, the old man who came from the troubled times of old Shanghai would listen silently for a few seconds.
, answering the phone again is undoubtedly a reminiscence of that era.
Times have changed, changes have occurred, people have grown old, and their ambitions have passed away. I just want to see the Youth Gang, who try to give up fighting and killing, step by step, fulfill the dream of decades ago, and live up to the entrustment of the previous generation. The old man sighed and answered the phone.
have to
I learned an unbelievable bad news. A Kun was dead. He was stabbed to death with a three-pointed sword. He died alone on the side of the street. Xiao Xu, the driver who picked up A Kun, said that A Kun was dying with his eyes open and his blood was almost drained from his body. It was too horrible to watch.
The all-powerful Mr. Rong was in a daze, his hand holding the phone was trembling, his lips were trembling. They had been together day and night for thirty years. Regardless of the relationship between master and servant, they still had an almost friendship relationship. It was this that tugged at Mr. Rong's heart.
This thirty-year friendship was gone as soon as this person said goodbye.
Seventy-six-year-old Mr. Rong had tears in his eyes and was filled with grief. Without Akun, he was no different from those lonely people who were above him. It was more painful than having a piece of flesh cut out from his heart! The old man was absent-minded for a long time. He stood up tremblingly, and his cell phone rang.
The ground hit the floor, with a crisp sound it broke into pieces, and he roared with tears in his eyes: "Akun, I will avenge you and scratch that little bastard!"
The heartbreaking roar expressed the sorrow and indignation of an old man, but he forgot that if Akun came back in glory, who would die and whose turn would be sad and sorrowful? There is no justice or evil in this road.
Kindness and compassion can only be distinguished between the weak and the strong. The two wooden doors of the gorgeous living room were pushed open, and Tang Feng walked in swaggeringly.
Kill Rong Ye, subdue Zheng Shuang, and half of the Shanghai Youth Gang will be in Tang Feng's hands. At this moment, he will not be merciful just because the old man's face is full of tears. To be kind to the enemy is to be cruel to yourself.
Hu Chi moved a chair and Tang Feng sat down with a smile. The security measures in the villa were impeccable, but they could only stop the thieves Xiaoxiao. They had no real effect on Tang Feng and the others. High walls, power grids, cameras, and security guards
It was nothing more than some decorations to make people feel comfortable. As for the three bodyguards downstairs, they probably didn’t know how they fell into coma.
Mr. Rong narrowed his eyes and stared at the young man whom he had only seen twice. He had a great background and ruthless methods. He was a good young man who knew all about black and white. He only hated that this young man was an enemy of the Qing Gang. At the same time, the old man also realized that the danger was coming, but he was not as good as before.
So excited, he asked in a deep voice: "What do you want?"
"Master Rong, when you leave, I will take good care of the Qing Gang. In the past twenty or thirty years, you have worked hard to make the Qing Gang less profitable and do more legitimate business. Now maybe one out of ten businessmen in the Vladivostok business circle is a thief."
The Green Gang man stabbing two tailless green dragons, the dragon has its head but not its tail
The meaning is good, I will still run the Qinggang according to your methods in the future." Tang Feng said with a smile. Feng Quan, who knew everything and could not talk about it, shared all the secrets of the Qinggang. Tang Feng benefited a lot. He said that the Qinggang today is a gang, and he still
Rather, it is a large and loosely structured business group.
"You know a lot. It seems that someone has become a traitor. Is it that boy Feng Quan or Zheng Shuang?" Mr. Rong bent down and sat down, with one foot on the tiger's head. His sharp eyes showed a trace of helplessness and exhaustion. The tailless green dragon
Only the middle and upper-class people of the Green Gang are qualified to have the tattoo tattooed on their backs. It has always been a secret of the Green Gang, and the pawns on the periphery have no idea at all.