I haven't been a boss for many years

Chapter 388 Chapter 387 Ninety-nine long red, long and long.

Inside the tea house.

Thirty-six tables were spread out on the two floors, and the waiters had to push the dining carts to serve the food, yelling at the guests to make way, more than [-] people sat in the restaurant, and the restaurant was full of people, and the upper and lower floors were one piece. It was lively and noisy, and many acquaintances from the same sect clasped their fists to salute, their faces were full of joy, and they all felt honored to be able to participate in such a grand event.

Anyone who can get a post and walk into the backbone of Heyi Brothers can be said to be a little famous in the world, at least they are also the talkers of the street, with dozens of good brothers under their control, and everyone will shout brother when they see it.

But in the restaurant, there are more than [-] people with double bonuses and red sticks in the restaurant. There are crowds of ordinary big bosses and small bosses. I don't see the evil of the rivers and lakes,
"My brothers and sisters, I am today's host Da Dao Yong, why was I selected as the host? Because I speak loud enough!"

Da Louyong was wearing a brand new white mandarin jacket, standing on the stage with a microphone in his hand, raising his hand to touch the stubble on his head while speaking, with a silly smile on the corner of his mouth.

Zhang Guobin sat at the head of the main table, holding a teacup in his hand, making tea lightly with a smile on his face.

All the brothers in the restaurant had already sat down, and the back kitchen was busy in full swing. Many brothers in suits stood guard at the entrance of the restaurant to maintain order and ensure the smooth progress of the ceremony.

Today, each table has appetizers, hot dishes, soup porridge, and snacks, a total of [-] dishes, and each dish has to be made for [-] tables. The logistical work can be described as a lot. Fortunately, "Uncle Chicken" has already ordered the menu, After arranging for the chefs, they rented a few houses in a nearby building and turned them into temporary kitchens, and a team of more than [-] people in the back kitchen cooperated with each other.

Before the guests enter the table, the appetizers are already on the table, and the hot dishes are presented one after another as soon as everyone is seated, and the serving speed is very fast.

Uncle Chicken is wearing a tall chef's hat, wrapped in an apron, and is patrolling the back kitchen with a large pot and spoon in his hand: "Where is the lotus! Where is the lotus?"

"Why hasn't the fish sauce been adjusted yet? The grouper is about to come out of the steamer!" He looked down and saw that the cutting board boy was staring at the actress poster on the wall cutting the seasoning, and he smashed down the pot with a spoon: "Cutting board boy! You wanna die?"

"The chopped green onion is so big, who do you cut it for? Mrs. Thuo Lei!" The chopping boy looked at the poster and cut off his fingers. If the chopped green onion sticks to Brother Bin's chopsticks, it will be called death.

"Ouch!" The cutting board boy covered his head and screamed.

But Uncle Chicken raised the pot and spoon and shouted towards everyone: "Today is Heyi's annual grand meeting, and it is the first time that Heyi held the first Changhong meeting. The whole world is staring at us, brothers cheer up , do a good job, everyone will have a big red envelope, and if something goes wrong, they will be taken care of by the criminal court's family law, do you know?"

"Understood! Uncle Chicken!" There was a uniform roar in the back kitchen. The brothers and sisters in the kitchen counted one by one, and they were all brothers and sisters with Yihai. The sauce was stuffed into his mouth, he sucked his tongue with relish, and praised: "Today's roast goose is very good, wipe the area around the plate with paper before serving, we do small things, details, details are the most important! "

The two chefs immediately took the white cloth and wiped around the plate, arranged the dishes beautifully, and then asked Chuancai to serve the dishes. When Chuancai Mazi pushed the dining car all the way to the restaurant, there was a burst of laughter in the restaurant Voice: "Be loud and brave, speak softly!"

"It's on the street, the host is ugly and blinded my eyes!" The familiar big bottom covered his eyes and let out a scream, and there was another burst of laughter all around.

This year, Zhang Guobin did not choose Brother Yao or Haibo to preside over the Changhong Ceremony, because he hoped that people from Heyi’s small name could also participate more, so that everyone would know that this was not Heyihai’s Changhong Ceremony, but the entire Heyi Long Red Ceremony.

The brothers have already started to eat vegetables, drink alcohol, and chopsticks one after another. Seeing that the time is almost up, Da Lou Yong said aloud: "Brothers, eat slowly, hey, Tuzui Pei, remember to leave the roast goose butt to me!"

"Let's not talk nonsense, and I invite Zhang Guobin, the helmsman of Xiangjiang Hongmen and the speaker of Heyi, Mr. Zhang came to the stage to announce this year's big success!"

"Huh la la!" There was warm applause in the restaurant, Da Louyong jumped off the stage grabbing the microphone, and handed the microphone to Mr. Zhang. When the state guest stood on the stage, he had already sucked a goose butt in his mouth.

Zhang Guobin looked at the brothers in the hall and raised the microphone and said with a smile: "Happy New Year, fellow brothers and sisters. It is my honor to celebrate the Spring Festival with you this year. Since the Changhong Conference is called the Changhong Conference, it must be photographed with silver paper." Changhong, I wonder if you have any banknotes ready?"

Immediately someone among the cousins ​​shouted: "Bing Ge, I think my underwear is gone, just wait for today!"

"Fuck your mother, your panties were ripped off last month!"

"Haha, locomotive, you're such a badass!" the brothers joked.

Zhang Guobin looked at the people blowing water and farting, laughing and cursing wantonly, and couldn't help but smile, raised his finger to a nine-dragon red hanging high on the stage, and shouted: "This nine-nine long red is nine meters long. Nine cents and nine cents, one cent is not bad, I wish you a long time!"

"Great!"

"Zhang Sheng is great!" The restaurant was full of joy, like ghosts crying and wolves howling, some red sticks with small prints and big bottoms, and even the first time they saw Yihai leader Binge, they immediately strongly encouraged and shouted for support.

Zhang Guobin saw that everyone's emotions were at their peak, and said with a smile: "Ugly words come first, and taking Changhong is just a blitz. Anyone who wants to show off his brother's kindness for this blush, dares to do something behind his back, hold vengeance, and overturn the table will be sent to prison." Don... start shooting Changhong!"

"Oh!"

On the first floor, at the head of a table, Yuan Bao slapped the table with ease and got up, and shouted boldly, "Prince He Yihai Daotangkou bid five million for me and Yi Changhong!"

He stood at the bottom of the courtyard, arched his hands, and said proudly to the people in the hall: "I advise all my fellow disciples, it's not that I look down on you, compared to money, there are not many people here who are my opponents."

At the beginning, it was a large amount of five million, which really wiped away the thoughts of a large number of people in Heyi. To be honest, the money that most clubs and business leaders can spend to shoot Changhong is two to three million. To win a lottery and gain fame, even if someone really wants to perform in front of the big boss, no one will spend all their money to shoot a red ribbon. The three Yihai Ten Heroes who wanted to speak up were all paid five million yuan. The price tag was gagged.

strength.

This is He Yihai's strength!
"Du Lei's mother, the first thing she said was five million Hong Kong dollars. Is it Hong Kong dollars or Ming coins? I heard that Yuanbao first opened the Yuanbao candle shop."

He has never earned five million in his whole life, but the other party simply threw five million red sticks. The name of Yihai Ten Heroes is really worth a thousand dollars.

The people present said it all, but no one really thought that Yuan Bao was auctioned with Ming coins, and more people were guessing that Yuan Bao would not be popular, so how to make money now?

Find a lot!

Tiantangzi sat on the first floor in a white sportswear, raised his hand boldly, and said in a clear voice: "He Yihe bids [-] million Hong Kong dollars. I wish my brother Yi and me a happy and prosperous next year."

"it is good!"

"Brother Tiantang is domineering!"

This price tag has actually exceeded the number in Tiantangzai's heart, but as a prominent figure in Heyi's small head, it is impossible to not say a word at the Changhong Conference, and it is still enough to take an extra two million to make a good and Yihe of.

He Yicheng, He Yifu and other small-name customers immediately applauded and cheered for Brother Tiantang. Tiantang stood in the hall with a warm complexion. Feilin was smoking a cigar and stood up shaking the ash in a leather jacket. Said: "Brother Tiantang, I'm offering [-] million U.S. dollars. I'm sorry, it just beats you."

There was silence in the hall on the second floor. The brothers on the first floor didn't know what happened, but someone on the second floor exclaimed: "[-] million?"

"Cut, just add [-] yuan."

"USD???"

Wow, a brother slumped on the chair in shock, raised his right hand and slapped the right cheek with a numb expression, raised his left hand again and slapped the left cheek, and shook his head back and forth.

Zhang Guobin asked in a very surprised tone: "Fei Lin, have you made a fortune in North America? You can donate [-] million US dollars in one go, and donate it to the President of the United States. Why did I shoot Changhong like this when I came back?"

He didn't know if Fei Lin made a lot of money in North America, but it was a bit too much to spend [-] million US dollars to shoot Changhong. Brothers, even if they have money, hide it, don't give too much to He Yi brothers Pressure, what about those people who are so jealous?
Feilin spit out white mist with a smile on his face, and said aloud: "I'm sorry, Brother Bin, I recently made US dollars with the Great Court in North America, and the bid must be in US dollars."

The long-haired guy was sitting on a table and chair opposite, with a toothpick in his mouth, and couldn't help cursing: "Damn, if only Taiwan dollars were as valuable as US dollars."

For a while, Fei Lin was the champion, and Zhang Guobin was already planning to announce that he had won the Changhong. He Yizhong was sitting in the restaurant and lettuce suddenly stood up on the second floor, clasped his fists and shouted upwards: "Master Bingruo, how much is it worth for He Yi to fight against rape?"

"I have He Yizhong and the rebellious head of Gao who is sitting in the office to celebrate the new year for He Yi. I don't know if Gao's head is enough to press six million dollars!"

"Huh?" Zhang Guobin was taken aback for a moment. He never expected that there would be an unexpected show. Gao Lao, as the previous generation of Hezhong, left Xiangjiang early and left He Yizhong with a debt, which is still paid every month. The interest is still paid, and the hole in the principal is not filled at all. Gao Lao deserves to die, but the key is how to comment on the value of Gao Lao's head, whether it is used to shoot Changhong?
Zhang Guobin couldn't help picking up the microphone and asked, "Lettuce, how did you kill Mr. Gao?"

On the street, a man in military uniform moved his ears and couldn't help but look back at the wooden corridor on the second floor of the restaurant. Suddenly, a young and Dangerous boy put his arms around his shoulders, took out a Marlboro and said, "Sir, brothers have worked hard, noon What else do you want to eat? I'll ask someone to prepare it right away."

(End of this chapter)