There is a long-standing Guanyin Temple on the mountainside of Tsz Wan Mountain in Kowloon, which has always been full of incense, and most pilgrims have never noticed that there is a path in the dense forest behind the Guanyin Temple, which zigzags and does not know where it leads.

At the end of the trail, under the cover of a dense forest on a mountain cliff, there is a slightly dilapidated sanatorium, and above the gate there is a stone plaque engraved with the eight characters of dragon flying and phoenix dancing:

Harmony makes money, and makes great progress.

This is where the Xiangjiang Old Qualification Society and the Grand Plan are located.

It was 10 a.m., and one after another dark-faced people came over the path, entered after being examined outside the courtyard gate, and soon disappeared into a certain room.

And the men they brought with them all gathered at the gate of the courtyard and entered the largest room.

"Have you heard, what happened in Kwun Tong this morning?" said the Red Stick Mourning Kun from San Po Kong.

"I heard that sentence when the boss received the call, I don't know the specifics, you are close to Fukun, you just talk about it, don't sell it to us. "The one who spoke was Wan Chai's double-flower red stick, his seniority was relatively old, and he ranked third in the Wan Chai area.

Fu Kun didn't dare to sell Guan Zi anymore, and said directly: "Brother Da Fei, let me tell you, in the early hours of this morning, Zhou Xing and Da Yajin were done together!"

"What?" The people present were all important thugs from all parts of Hehongtu, and the worst was also the red stick, all of them were veterans of a hundred battles who had been on the battlefield for a long time, and they had never touched the hands of people who had cut people and killed people, but when they heard the news, everyone was shocked.

Sang Kun smiled and said, "Do you know who did it?"

"Smack!" Da Fei slapped him on the head directly, "Tell you not to sell it, you can't change your stinky virtue until you die!"

"Yes, yes, I said, Brother Fei, can you do it lightly, who doesn't know that you have slapped someone to death. Fu Kun covered his head and grinned.

This sycophant slapped Dafei with a smile on his face, and said gently: "Say it quickly, when the big brothers disperse, I will take you to Temple Street to go to the fire, there are a few new White Russian girls over there recently, and the big hole is deep, which is suitable for old birds like us." ”

"Haole!" Fu Kun suddenly smiled, "The one who killed Zhou Xing and Big Yajin was a little minion who had just put on a red stick, it seemed to be called a flower dog." ”

"Huagou, you are so bold, you deceived the teacher and destroyed the ancestors, and killed the same family, and you even dared to run into the mountain gate!"

In a secret hall, the atmosphere was gloomy, the cigarette smoke was filling, and Brother Xiaohua knelt down in front of the incense case, his upper body was naked, and his back was stuck with double thorns, looking guilty.

A middle-aged man stood beside him, pointing at his nose and cursing loudly.

"This is the first such unscrupulous crime in the two hundred years since I and Hongtu opened the mountain!" After scolding for a while, seeing that Brother Xiaohua was speechless, this person turned around and said angrily to the people sitting in the Taishi chair on both sides, "Mountain master, everyone sit in the hall, I propose to open the mountain hall immediately, please the ancestor, and practice the family law!"

The mountain lord is a white-haired old man in his sixties, kind eyebrows and kind eyes, wearing a white embroidered gold thread Tang dress, nodding slightly when he heard the words, and said in a voice that is not light or heavy: "Tsim Sha Tsui Hall Entrance Pavilion to put forward a motion, you can talk about your opinions." ”

"Is this kind of crazy beast kept for the New Year?" said a strong man in his thirties, "Hurry up and go through the formalities, I have to go back and continue to play cards, it's really unlucky, I finally made two handfuls of Zhuang self-touch, and I was called here." ”

"I agree. ”

"Agreed. ”

A lot of people sit in the hall to speak.

An old man in his fifties suddenly said, "Mountain Master, have you asked what the reason is?"

"Why is there any need to ask more, if you commit the following crimes, or kill you, you must be executed immediately!" said loudly in Tsim Sha Tsui.

The old man frowned, "Xiao Hei, I know that you have a good relationship with Zhou Xing, so I understand your feelings, but this kind of thing that obviously violates the convention, Shanmen should always know the details of the inside story, so as not to have such a big incident in the future, what do you think?"

"Uh......" Xiao Hei was speechless, and scolded the old immortal with resentment in his heart.

"Huagou, what grievances do you have, to be honest, maybe the mountain gate will give you a decent way to walk as appropriate, so as to save your family. The mountain lord finally spoke, and his eyes met the old man casually.

"Whoever comes with me, call him in. Brother Xiaohua said in a hoarse voice.

Soon, Wu Yunfu, who was trembling all over, was brought in blindfolded, and he fell to his knees on the ground, not daring to say a word.

Only then did everyone see a wooden plaque tied to his back.

Xiao Hei got closer and muttered loudly: "It's normal to paint people's brands with red paint and play red crosses, don't we do this for protection money?"

"Lantian Industry and Trade Company, well, a little-known small broken company, what's so special?"

"He, He Hong, what do you read with the word crossed in the back?"

"Luan of the Golden Luan Palace!" the old man in his fifties from before walked over and said with hatred.

"He Hongluan, the name is so magnificent, who is this?" Xiao Hei wondered, and when he saw everyone's ugly faces, he was even more confused, "What's wrong with your face?"

"This is Sir Ho's third grandson and Ho's eldest nephew. The old man said lightly.

"Sir He?!" Xiao Hei's face finally changed, and he shouted at the top of his voice, "This is Zhou Xing's doing, his head is!"

"Zhou Xing instructed Big Yajin to do it, so he is dead now. The mountain lord said lightly, "I received a call from He Hongluan in the morning, and he only said 'I am wronged, not for myself, but for what family'." ”

"Fuck Zhou Xing is a bastard, the He family has been in Xiangjiang for 120 years, which year didn't give us benefits, they never let us do things, people have a more intimate digital help. Xiao Hei changed his face and scolded, "Recently, the Digital Gang and the Chaozhou Yankees are just about to move, isn't it unpleasant for us." ”

The people in the hall were speechless, and many people nodded slightly in agreement.

As a local community in Xiangjiang, Hehongtu has not had a good time since 49 years.

The Teochew Yankees (Xin Yi'an) organized themselves and attacked the city under the leadership of the mountain lord with the background of the national army, and the digital gang from the south crossed the country even slaughtered all sides with professional manpower and weapons.

If it weren't for the recent connection with the Myanmar thread and the sought-after white goods, most of the gang would have had a problem even eating.

At this critical moment of actively exploring the market for new products, if the He family, who has an extremely strong background and money, speaks angrily, then they will wait to be beaten to death.

The most important thing in the Xiangjiang community is not money, if there is no big water hose behind you, it will disappear in minutes.

The Teochew guys rely on the big businessmen of the Chaozhou Chamber of Commerce, the digital gang relies on the businessman faction with a heart to Wanwan, and the trade union is also supported by the strongest tycoons in the north, what about them and Hongtu?

There are not a few business tycoons in the local area, so they can only extort some protection fees and raise some meat sellers, which really can't be put on the table, otherwise why would they engage in a risky business like white goods.

Seeing that everyone was silent, the mountain lord spoke: "In the morning, I also received a call from Ren Darong from the Kwun Tong Police Station, and he was saying good things about this flower dog. ”

"Where is a big thing like ours that a little sheriff can get involved. Xiao Hei said disdainfully.

Another old man smiled: "Xiao Hei, you don't know yet, he will soon be the police sergeant of the Kwun Tong Police Station, the appointment has just been issued, and it can be issued today." ”

Xiao Hei was dumbfounded.

Brother Xiaohua, who was kneeling on the ground, suddenly shouted: "Mountain Lord, bosses, if I become a Kwun Tong Sitting Pavilion, I will contribute a lot of money to the Mountain Gate every month!"

Xiao Hei sneered and kicked him: "I still want to be a sitting hall and do your big dream of Qingqiu." ”

The old man grabbed him and said undoubtedly, "Let him speak!"

"I have found a new way, a way that Xiangjiang and even the whole world have not yet had. Huagou got up and raised his hands and shouted, "It's done, we can earn at least 2 million a month!"

There was a dead silence in the synagogue.

PS: I'm sorry, my thoughts were stuck last night, these three chapters were written by staying up late in the morning, and I'll try my best to add two more chapters at night.

This plot is over, the police and bandits are done, and in the future, the protagonist has no distractions and a smooth development process, only business wars, and there will be no more underworld and police to disturb him and make a fortune, if there is, Zhang Ziqiang.

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