I haven't been a boss for many years

Chapter 677 Lord Wanshan, Collapse!
Shen Xin blushed, and couldn't help but tremble all over. The heavy sound of the corpse falling to the ground brought him back to his senses.

He took off his glasses, wiped them clean with a napkin, with blood on them, and smiled: "Thank you, Mr. Zhang, for teaching my brother to do things."

Chu Huai, Lin Dong, and Shan Jianguo were sluggish at the moment of the gunfire, and they didn't dare to move. When they came back to their senses, their expressions were also stiff, swallowing their saliva, and they didn't dare to speak.

Li Chenghao put down the gun, threw the gun back on the table, and said: "Shoot faster, less pain, gentle enough."

"enough."

"enough."

Shen Xin smiled stiffly.

Due to the shooting angle, Zhang Guobin didn't get a drop of blood splashed on his body. He said in a deep voice, "This time the bill is over."

"In Jianghu affairs, one yard counts for one yard. If you come to my land to kill people, you have to ask my permission, otherwise, you will pay life for life."

"The favor owed to Boss Shen will be repaid next time."

Shen Xin nodded: "Okay!"

Zhang Guobin didn't want anyone to be injured or die, but it happened eventually.

The monks in Baolian Temple were very sensitive to gunshots, and soon a group of monks entered the dining room, opened the hall door, closed their eyes and saluted: "Amitabha, the donor committed massacres, sins, sins in the pure place of Buddhism."

Li Chenghao stood up and said: "Bulk, I killed the man, and I will bear the crime!"

Shen Xin chose the place of the meeting in the Zen room, maybe there is a reason to use the place of the Zen room, Buddhist beliefs, and the idea of ​​getting rid of death for the weekend, but how could he meet a lawless and unscrupulous big boss!

Zhang Guobin got up and apologized: "I'm sorry, Zen Master Shengyi."

"However, for a dying person, it may be a good thing to die in the Zen room, at least the salvation can be done immediately."

The presiding priest of the temple, Master Shengyi, was wearing cassock, clasped his palms together and recited: "Amitabha..."

"Thanks for your hard work."

Zhang Guobin bowed in return.

Master Shengyi held the Buddhist beads, turned around and told his disciples, "Take care of it right away."

Li Chenghao watched the monks move quickly and cleaned up the scene in a hurry, and secretly said: "The bald donkeys destroy the corpses very quickly."

Shen Xin stood up and sighed: "Master, please help my brother to save me. I hope he will not be my brother in the next life... Please store the ashes in the temple."

"I will definitely donate more money next year."

Master Shengyi was full of emotion: "No need."

He hurriedly led the people back.

Zhang Guobin stood in front of the table and said: "Ahao, remember to allocate incense money to the temple next month, and remember to come and offer incense to Ah Mo every year from now on."

Li Chenghao nodded: "I know!"

Zhang Guobin smiled wryly and said, "Boss Shen, it's not suitable for me to stay on Lantau Island anymore. Let's eat dinner another day. From now on, you and I will still be friends."

Shen Xin looked down at the blood stains on his body, and said helplessly, "I'm not fit to send you out anymore. From now on, Ah Mo's business will be handed over to Chu Huai."

"The daily chemical business hopes to use your boat."

Zhang Guobin nodded: "No problem."

Sea surface.

Li Chenghao took off his suit, threw his clothes into the sea with his hands, put on a shirt, lit a cigar, and took a deep breath: "Boss Shen is still working with us."

"Are you afraid that we will kill all his people?"

Zhang Guobin sat on a chair, with his back against the edge of the boat, and said with a grin: "We are not the ones who miss him, and there are other people who want to kill him. In comparison, he needs to cooperate with us more, but in the cooperation There are games and competitions."

"That man, Ah Mo, is not good at things. He asked for his own death. How could Shen Xin hold grudges? However, Shen Xin doesn't hold grudges, and Shen Xin's subordinates will!"

Li Chenghao was blowing the sea breeze.

"The rabbit dies, the fox is sad, and the enemy is united, I understand!"

Zhang Guobin said with a smile: "Afterwards, the cooperation with the Yuanxin Group has allowed the brothers to avoid conflicts with them. Now they are mad dogs."

"Anyone you meet may take a bite!"

The battle of trapped beasts.

Forget about life and death.

"Stay away."

Li Chenghao nodded: "Understood."

……

As the new year is approaching, various shops and venues in Heyihai are the first to start promotional activities. Taking advantage of the soaring consumption power during the Spring Festival, all shops are seizing the opportunity.

On the day of the New Year's Eve, there will be a week-long market blank period. Except for restaurants, cinemas, KTV and other entertainment venues, it is difficult for other shops to have business.

The three main films of DreamWorks in the second half of the year, "Flying Dragon", "The Best Lost Friend", and "New Shanghai Beach" are all scheduled to be released during the Spring Festival.

Among them, "Flying Dragon" is an action movie starring Cheng Long and Hong Jingbao, "The Best Lost Friend" is written and directed by Wang Jing, starring Liu Dehua, Qiu Shuzhen, Chen Yulian and others, "New Shanghai Beach" is adapted from "Shanghai Beach" , starring Zhang Guorong, Liu Dehua, directed by Xu Ke.

This is the strong debut of Liu Dehua's version of Ding Li and Zhang Guorong's version of Xu Wenqiang. The influence in the film and television circles is not as good as that of "Zhou Runfa" version, but they are also temporarily outstanding.

Zhang Guobin held three financial meetings a day, and the year-end report of each subsidiary had to be reviewed by the head office group.

On this day, in the middle of the meeting, the door of the conference room was pushed open. Target Boy was wearing a top hat, holding the phone, bowed and said, "Mr. Zhang."

"San Francisco."

Zhang Guobin stood up at the conference table and explained: "The next meeting will be presided over by Mr. Yuan, I will go out first."

He folded his suit and left the venue under the eyes of everyone, and asked in a low voice, "What's the matter?"

"Grandpa hit it."

Target Boy said.

Zhang Guobin answered the phone, came to the corner, and said aloud, "Grandfather, Happy New Year, I will go to North America to see you on the third day of the Lunar New Year."

"Abin."

"Wanlao Mountain Lord, collapsed!"

Heichai's voice was hoarse on the phone.

Zhang Guobin was stunned for a moment, his heart was racing, and he panicked, and asked: "When did it happen?"

Chai Shan said: "Last night, the myocardial infarction was not rescued. In the morning, the doctor declared medical death. The leaders of all divisions are already on their way to San Francisco."

"I book the earliest flight."

Zhang Guobin said: "I must not miss the funeral of Lord Wanshan."

Heichai sighed: "Be careful, Master Wanlaoshan is still talking about the last sentence, let me tell you, don't forget the Hongmen of the world, the world is for the public!"

"I see."

Zhang Sheng's eyes were slightly red.

Even if Master Wan Shan was plotting everything for Hongmen's main hall, it was true that he helped him several times with all his strength, and he left a big burden on him.

He felt it was a burden.

Others think it is a favor!

First of all, this kindness of support is not fake, and secondly, Master Wan Shan's appreciation and support for him are even more affectionate.

Zhang Guobin hung up the phone, wiped the corners of his eyes with his hand, and said with a lot of emotion: "Purchase a medium-sized airliner and fly to San Francisco at night."

"clear."

Target Boy answered the phone and agreed aloud.

Two days later.

When a flight arrived at the airport, more than [-] people walked out of the airport passageway, changed cars on the parking lot, and the convoy drove directly to Chinatown.

Zhang Guobin was wearing a suit, sitting in the back row, looking out the window.

It was drizzling.

The convoy stops at the entrance of Chinatown.

The entire Chinatown, large and small, has more than [-] shops, restaurants, and nightclubs along the street, all covered with white cloth.

In the passage near the Zhonghua Restaurant, there were layers upon layers of Hongmen brothers who came to see him off, and many Hongmen brothers could only bow to the old mountain master from a distance.

Only professional people can enter the auditorium to pay their respects and offer incense. Even so, there are thousands of people standing at the entrance of Chinatown, including the senior management of Dagong Group and the management of the Dagong Chinese Association. The California Police Department sent hundreds of police officers to maintain In order to maintain order, the ghost police officers had to stay away from the sad Chinese Shanmen.

At this time, the crowd around the entrance of the restaurant suddenly parted, making way for a passage, and bowed to the middle to salute. The crowd was like a sea wave, and a group of people in black suits and holding black umbrellas advanced along the passage. , when they came to the entrance of the restaurant, the leader slightly raised the umbrella, revealing a white paper flower pinned to his chest, and a pair of sentimental peach blossom eyes, and finally a calm, solemn, handsome face.

"Dong Zhang!"

"boss Zhang!"

"President Zhang!"

A sentence of titles echoed in my ears.

Only the warm Abin was missing.

At the gate of the restaurant, wreaths covered with elegiac couplets piled up on both sides, and more wreaths were placed along the carpet into the restaurant, and a white elegiac couplet was hung on the round wooden pillars on both sides of the restaurant.

It is written in black ink on white paper: Hong Ying, five sages, five patriarchs, five ancestors, five justices, five heroes and three heroes.

A Hongmen uncle who had finished offering incense and saluting, the bosses gathered at the gate of the restaurant, and when they saw someone coming, they hurriedly bowed and saluted: "President Zhang!"

"President Zhang!"

"Bingo!"

Zhang Guobin paused, stood in front of the steps, and shouted loudly: "Xiangjiang Yihai Twenty-Six Shop presents Chairman Wan, and the owner of Wanlao Mountain is evergreen!"

Target Boy puts away the umbrella for the boss.

Li Chenghao, Dongguan Miao, Haibo, Yuanbao, Mawang, Tiantang, Sanggou, Lettuce, Datou, a total of [-] Heyihai Dadi, [-] Heyizixiang masters, and six Xiangjiang community representatives stood in the rain, They shouted in unison: "Congratulations to Chairman Wan!"

"The mountain master is evergreen!"

Thin raindrops hit the faces of different people, and each face was soon covered with water droplets, and everyone followed the chief rudder ahead and bowed in salute without saying a word.

The people in the Grand Palace hurriedly stepped aside to get out of the gate of the restaurant, not daring to accept the gift from the twenty-six incense masters, and some people hurriedly prepared tea.

Hu Nianzhong was wearing a brown gown with a white flower pinned to his chest, and ran out of the restaurant quickly. Seeing the lineup in front of him, his eyes were full of waves, and he said in a solemn voice: "The family invites Mr. Zhang to enter the hall!"

Zhang Guobin nodded heavily, strode up the steps, entered the inner hall step by step, and came to the mourning hall area where the coffins were placed. The children and grandchildren of President Wan were all wearing onyx clothes and white headscarves, row after row. Kneel on the cushion.

Heichai, Mr. Su, Mr. Hu and others are also in the mourning hall area, helping the family members to welcome and send them off. Master Wan Shan has made many friends in his life, many of them are business giants, political leaders, and international wealthy businessmen, who need sufficient status , The person with the status is responsible for the reception.

Dabohao, Dongguan Miao, Tiantian and others were invited into the rest area by their brothers, and each of them was offered a cup of sweet tea soaked in winter melon sugar to warm up the brothers.

It is a traditional habit in southern cities to make tea with wax gourd sugar for weddings and funerals, and it is hoped that the taste buds of the guests will have more sweetness and less sadness in their hearts.

Zhang Guobin came to the coffin and bowed to salute, offered incense and bowed three times, presented silk gold, and was thanked by his family members before finally sitting on the chair next to him.

"The death of the Son of Heaven, the truth of the world, the death of the mountain master, the truth of Hongmen, and the conclusion of Wan Shanzhu's life's achievements will be confirmed when the coffin is closed."

Heichai said: "This day is the closest to Master Wanshan's life wish. There are eight or nine people who come from Hongmen in the world, Abin!"

"You did a good job!"

(End of this chapter)