I haven't been a boss for many years

Chapter 243
"Bingo."

"Sheng and Lao Xu passed away."

"One week has passed, and Shenghe has not been able to choose a seat. The world is saying that Shenghe is going to fall apart, and even the name has been chosen."

"Can we not be happy?"

Yuan Bao sat on the chair.

"Hahaha."

Dabo laughed loudly.

"Yes, Bingo."

"Laughing often, luck comes naturally." Sister Mei was wearing a green gauze dress, her legs were raised up, her toes were hooked up with high heels, and she had a fiery posture.

Zhang Guobin glanced over the eleven hall masters on both sides of the long table, knowing that such a happy event cannot be stopped.

Zhang Guobin saw Fei Lin's ambitious appearance, ready to do something big, and immediately understood what was going on in Fei Lin's head. It is necessary to allow the people below to have their own ideas. As the saying goes, there are no factions in the party, and there are all kinds of strange things. How to coordinate the interests of all parties and achieve his plans and goals is the embodiment of a sitter's ability.

He smiled at Fei Lin.

"Brother Bin, I've already thought up the names for Shenghe's family."

Ah Hao interjected.

"What?" Ma Wang asked.

Ah Hao said: "Tiantangzi's name is Heaicai, Xiucai's name is Hezhonggou, Liangdi's street name is Hehuaihe."

Yuan Bao laughed at the side: "Haha, Brother Hao, I think it would be good if the Tiantang Boys are called Tiantang Club. Everyone will go to heaven."

The eleven hall masters immediately suppressed their smiles, and the white paper fans at each hall immediately handed over the accounts.

This month’s accounts have some changes compared to usual. First of all, due to the civil turmoil in Heshenghe, the business of many Shenghe stables has declined. More than one million, Portland Street has become famous as a red light street under the long-term operation. The number is no more than two hundred thousand. As the mouth of the fortress, the loss is the biggest, but the bonus is the last to eat. It is really pitiful.

After brother Yao finished reconciling the accounts, he whispered a few words to the waiter, and Zhang Guobin nodded slightly, picked up the teacup, and brewed it.

"call."

"For the past two months, the regulations at the Tsim Sha Tsui entrance will be temporarily waived."

"Do you have any comments?"

He breathed lightly and brushed the tea soup.

"No comment."

"No comment."

Yuan Bao, Ma Wang, Mei Jie and others all agreed.

Fei Linzai showed gratitude.

"Thank you, Grandpa."

There is only Yihai in this kind of friendship.

"you are welcome."

"You work for the association, and the association should take care of you." Zhang Guobin took a sip of tea soup, put down the cup, and then said: "Ma Wang, Yuan Bao, Miss Mei."

"Since you three halls have gained benefits in Tsim Sha Tsui, then the halls in Tsim Sha Tsui need money, and you should help more."

"If Fei Lin opens his mouth to borrow money, no interest is allowed between brothers, do you understand that?"

Zhang Guobin's tone was tough, and he ordered in a solemn voice.

"Yes!"

"Grandpa!"

Ma Wang, Mei Jie, and Yuan Bao didn't have any objections at all, and agreed directly.
"Thank you, Grandpa."

"I will take Tsim Sha Tsui as soon as possible."

Fei Lin was even more moved.

Grandpa took such good care of him, and he had to take over the entire Tsim Sha Tsui to repay him.

"No need." Zhang Guobin said.

"Whether the club has developed is one thing, and whether it understands mutual care is another matter. Shenghe was prosperous in the past, so what is it now?"

"Cone-faced Xu Qin appointed Tiantangzi to be the leader, but Liangdi claimed to establish Xinhe Shenghe and set up his own family!"

"Scholars are secretly buying votes, uncles are waiting for a price, just waiting for Liang Di to win with Tian Tian, ​​this kind of victory will last forever!"

Zhang Guobin was sitting in the main seat, holding a faucet stick, dressed in a black suit and looking imposing, but his young face spoke a heavy truth.

"I hope that through the incident of Shenghe, you can understand that unity among brands is the most important thing. If you don't understand unity, you will decline sooner or later."

"Is the leader selected by votes really a good leader?" Zhang Guobin expressed his feelings. Perhaps Yihai's way of recommending and passing on from generation to generation is also a good system.

"Let's go."

Zhang Guobin waved his hand, and a group of big bottoms with heavy expressions, deeply educated, walked out of the meeting room one after another. Zhang Guobin returned to the office, but picked up the phone and dialed a series of numbers.

"Beep...beep..."

Wearing a black leather jacket, Huang Zhiming sat in the office and listened to the clerk's return of documents. He heard the phone ring, and picked it up and leaned against his ear without looking back.

"Which one?"

Zhang Guobin leaned on the chair in the office, and put his eldest brother to his ear: "Sir Huang, come over to eat hot pot together when you are free tonight?"

"A side stove?"

Huang Zhiming rubbed his belly, the expression in his pupils changed slightly, and there was a smile on the corner of his mouth. He raised his hand, and Li Yongli walked out of the office with the folder.

Huang Zhiming said with a smile: "Mr. Zhang, it's OK. It's rare that Mr. Zhang is free to chat with me. I will definitely give a face to the big boss of Yihai Group."

"Brother Ming, when you get promoted to superintendent, your speech is quite grand. Okay, tonight in Mong Kok, dog meat hot pot."

Zhang Guobin smiled.

At night, the evening breeze is gentle, and Xiangjiang in early autumn will occasionally feel a little cool.

In an alley, the glass door of the hot pot shop opened.

More than a dozen horsemen in suits guarded the alley along the way, and three plain-clothes police cars of O's were parked at the door. Huang Zhiming, wearing a black suit, opened the door and got out of the car. At the same time, six subordinates with headsets and bulging waists landed on the ground. .

Huang sir gave his subordinates a finger and ordered them to stay at the entrance of the alley. He walked into the alley alone with a cigarette in his hand. The moment he stepped into the hot pot shop, he felt a little uncomfortable in his body.

Inside the hot pot shop, there is a round table and a copper stove.

A lonely figure is sitting in front of the boiler, turning over the dog meat inside with chopsticks, gurgling, the thick yellow soup is boiling, wolfberry and angelica are rolling out the soup noodles.

Huang Zhiming sat down at the dining table and said with a smile, "Mr. Zhang, long time no see."

"Superintendent Huang, welcome." Zhang Guobin raised his head, revealing a young face.

"What's your name, Superintendent Huang? Call me Huang sir, King Ming, Seventh Brother, it sounds better." Huang Zhiming picked up the chopsticks on the table, looked at the hot pot with his index finger, and directly picked a piece of beef and dipped it into the hot soup to rinse.

"Then don't call me Mr. Zhang, just call me Abin." Zhang Guobin smiled. The two of them hadn't seen each other for a while, and they felt like old friends meeting tonight.

"Brother Ming, it seems illegal to eat dog meat hotpot in Xiangjiang." Zhang Guobin looked at Huang Zhiming who was serious about cooking meat without saying a word, and joked.

Huang Zhiming put his chin in his porcelain bowl, and said voraciously: "Bingo, it's only natural for people to eat meat, no matter whether they are dogs, sheep or cattle."

"It doesn't matter if someone catches you." He raised his chopsticks, very majestic: "I'll cover you!"

"Haha." Zhang Guobin laughed.

The two ate hot pot first, and then paired it with beer.

Huang Zhiming failed to arrest Heichai last year, but still with the support of his boss, he was promoted to superintendent. This can prove the police's affirmation of "Operation One World War", and second, it can show that Huang Zhiming's outstanding performance.

Three rounds of wine.

Zhang Guobin seemed to be talking about a trivial matter, and pretended to suddenly say: "By the way, Sir Huang, recently our company wants to acquire a piece of business in Tsim Sha Tsui."

"What is Huang sir interested in?"

Huang Zhiming smiled at the corner of his mouth, narrowed his eyes a little, opened them soon, and agreed, "Yes!"

"Of course there is!"

"I'm a money addict, and I'm very interested in your company's businesses, big and small. I don't know how to do business with Prince Bin, so I can make some money!"

"Huang sir, you have vision!" Zhang Guobin raised his chopsticks in approval, pointed at Huang Zhiming, nodded and said, "Share the pie?"

"You said, we can cooperate!"

"As long as I want Tsim Sha Tsui to be safe and sound, even if there is a takeover war, I also hope that you will do the same as the stock exchange and not stir up trouble in the city."

"Prince Bin, I really didn't expect that you could annex Shenghe so quickly. Now even if Shenghe is defeated, there are still more than [-] people."

"belch!"

Huang Zhiming let out a belch.

Zhang Guobin held his nose and blushed.

"Did you have a bowel movement last night?"

"Hehe, I learned from Daquanzi when I was a kid, and garlic is served with food." Huang Zhiming showed a shy smile on his old face.

Zhang Guobin really wanted to put his head into the pot, so he suppressed his handsome face and said, "I will give you peace in Tsim Sha Tsui, don't touch my brothers, otherwise you will definitely make chaos in the world!"

"In return, I will arrest Tiantangzi and go to jail!"

"In return, I will offer you the evidence of being a scholar!"

Huang Zhiming and Zhang Guobin spoke quickly almost at the same time, and the two stopped talking abruptly, and looked at each other with wicked smiles on their faces: "Heaven boy?"

"Scholarly!"

"Heaven boy?"

"Scholarly!"

(End of this chapter)