When I came back from Macau, it was already sunset, and Sun Ziming and his wife returned to their apartment in Yau Ma Tei. Aunt Jiang, who had just come back from shopping for groceries, reluctantly found that her prospective son-in-law was helping her greet guests with Guangzai.

"Aunt Jiang, you are so blessed! Ah Ming is such a big boss, and he also helps you look at the small shop. ”

"That's it, why are you doing so hard? It's better to follow Jiaming to enjoy happiness! ”

Sun Ziming smiled and helped people get clothes and change, listening to the guests' compliments to their mother-in-law-to-be.

sent away the two gossiping aunts, and the two helped Aunt Jiang clean up the small shop, and then said goodbye.

"Auntie, I'm back to live, it's strange and lonely to live there alone."

"Oh, hurry up and go home, Jiaxin will be back later."

"Hey."

Sun Ziming hurriedly got into the car, causing Guangzi to laugh for a while, they are indeed not like mother-in-law and son-in-law, but a bit like creditors and debtors.

"Brother Ming, it's not a matter for you, why don't I help you and pick out Ming with your sister-in-law?"

"Get out, find an excuse to send Aru back to your wife at night, otherwise I won't want to be quiet."

When the two returned home, Yang Guozhong, who came to dinner, listened to Guangzai's gossip and remembered that he had a house in Repulse Bay, and finally solved the problem for Sun Ziming.

"Fuck, why didn't I remember? Hurry up, let's go to you. ”

"I just remembered, let alone you."

Also, when Yang Guozhong came to Hong Kong, he either stayed at Sun Ziming's or played at Guangzai's, when will he go to live there?

The group came to Repulse Bay, Yang Guozhong's house is really good, built by the mountain, quiet and elegant, standing on the balcony, you can see the fishing fire on the sea. Steve stood in the courtyard, looking at the villa in the night, and couldn't stop talking, "Zhong, your house has to be sold for six or seven million, right?" ”

"Do a good job, you will have this kind of house in the future."

Steve shook his head, six or seven million in the United States, ten times larger than this can be bought, he will not buy this kind of house in Hong Kong.

Guangzai helped clean up, took Yang Guozhong and them back to the store, leaving Sun Ziming alone to watch TV and change the script.

……

After arranging Yang Guozhong and Steve's entertainment, Guang Tsai and Zhang Haowei entered the office on the fourth floor of the nightclub, which was a bit like a small teahouse without the luxury downstairs. In the office, seven or eight sturdy young people sat there smoking and chatting in a mess, and when they saw Guangzi and the others coming in, they threw away their cigarette butts and stood up.

Guang Zai changed his tiredness in front of Sun Ziming, and exuded the pride of a big man, sat at the desk with a golden knife, stared at these people and said in a deep voice:

"Everybody was good, grabbed three more bars. It's still the old rule, forty percent is yours, one percent belongs to me, and fifty percent is put in the public account. Haozai, tell them about it. ”

"Yes!"

Zhang Haowei spread a few photos on the table, and Xu Shixun of China State Construction Group and Guo Bingxiang of Hongji Group were impressively listed. After Zhang Haowei finished explaining the plan, several murderers began to form a group, only to find that two snipers were missing.

"Brother Guang, Hao Tsai has something else to do with Ah Shui, we have two less snipers."

Guang Zai didn't care and said: "It's okay, He Fei and the others are in the dark, if the police come, it will be more fun."

As soon as a few people heard the music, the two birdmen were the first-class shooters in the regiment, but they always wanted to be snipers. When he was in Lao Son, he beat the Vietnamese border people as agents, and refused to admit it, admitting death, and said that it was a mistake to remember military exploits. The two bastards ran to the regiment headquarters to make trouble, and just happened to bump into the inspection team above. As a result, it was found that it was indeed the Vietnamese border residents who shot them, and they were expelled from the military and forced to discharge from the army!

Although those two bastards have a bad temperament, their marksmanship is first-class, and they used a 64-type 150-meter gun to shoot their heads in Laoshan! Last time, everyone read the newspaper, and they didn't throw away any craftsmanship, it was all a headshot.

Now these two bastards are finally getting their hands on the SVD sniper rifle that they just got from the Soviet Union. It's really fun to face up to the gang of Hong Kong strips with 'point 38' (revolvers).

"There's nothing to do, let's go and prepare. Arrange the things at hand, and when we get the information, we will do it! ”

A group of people are scattered, everyone has a little brother, and if they are going to leave for a few days, they must settle people well, otherwise they will be chaotic. Seeing that everyone was leaving, Aya came in with a slightly bulging belly, cleaned up the office, and didn't dare to ask. Seeing Guangzi take out a black pistol from his calf and wipe it, he was even more shocked.

Guangzi dismantled the gun, wiped the oil, and saw that Aya's little face was a little pale, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, you can't be a widow." You go to my mother's, and if I don't call you, don't come back. ”

"Oh."

Aya left obediently, and Guangzai and Zhang Haowei excitedly discussed, after finishing this vote, how many more people should be recruited to the mainland. The gang of horses recruited in Hong Kong are usually okay to grab a turf or something, but if you really follow yourself with your head, you still can't rest assured. Only the comrades-in-arms who shed blood together just now can be trusted.

"Hao Zai, this matter is over, you go back to the old army. Those veterans, we all want them, and we will arrange them to the third brother's logistics company first. Pick out the useful ones, find opportunities to come over from the sea, and arrange them all to go to the dock of Dafei. When we overturn the Storm Tooth Horse, we will sweep away Macao, and we will be the king of Macau's underground in the future! ”

Zhang Haowei excitedly agreed, as soon as Dafei and Dapeng retreated, his group would be able to control thousands of people! The three major societies? Phew, it's going to be the big four clubs in the future!

The two were excited for a while, and Hao Zai asked about the spoils, "Brother Guang, if this thing is done, the money we will get is not a little, how to deal with it, you have to have a charter." Don't be at that time, as soon as the money arrives, people's hearts will be scattered. ”

Yes, this is a big problem, the two pondered for a while, and they all thought of a way to no. After the money is distributed, everyone can guess how much. If there are too many points, these people definitely don't want to mix anymore, and if they divide less, people's hearts will not be aligned.

"Brother Guang, why don't you ask Brother Ming when you go back at night? He is more knowledgeable, and he must have more methods than us. ”

As soon as Guang Tsai heard this suggestion, he immediately couldn't sit still, so he asked Hao Tsai to stay and watch Steve, and drove back to the villa by himself. When Guang Tsai returned to the villa, Sun Ziming was fiddling with the model on the table, and he was 'reminiscing' "Flying Tiger".

"What did you say?"

Guang Tsai repeated it again, and Sun Ziming understood what he meant, and asked in surprise: "You take over the power of Dafei and their power, with the strength of the people under you, it is more than enough to be an underground emperor of Macau." What else do you want to do? ”

For a while, Guang Tsai didn't know how to explain it, so he had to take New Ngee An as an example.

"Xiang Huaqiang, they seem to be quite united, right, in fact, there are also factions inside, and when they encounter something beneficial, they fight behind closed doors. I don't want our brothers to fight for life and death for some territory in the future. ”

Sun Ziming threw down his pen and asked about what he had confessed, remembering that he told him last time that an organization must have a program and faith.

"Do the right thing for heaven, kill the rich and help the poor!"

The tea in Sun Ziming's mouth was sprayed on a coffee table, this program has a long history, and it can be traced back to Song Gongming almost 800 years ago.

Guang Tsai also felt a little embarrassed, not that he didn't want to make something similar to the poor party manifesto, the key is that no one believed it? Even these people who have shed blood for the party don't believe in that, let alone those gangsters at the grassroots level of society?

Sun Ziming put the cigarette to the lighter in Guangzai's hand, feeling that something was wrong. This guy originally wanted to be a club boss, but now he seems to have a big heart, and an underground emperor can't seem to satisfy him, what does he want to do? It is common sense for the community to move from unity to conflict over their own interests?