Rebirth of the great hero of Hong Kong

Chapter 3
"Ale, the boss is upstairs, waiting for you!"

The white paper fan at the entrance of the hall is rotten. He is sitting by the window smoking a cigarette, playing with a golden lighter in his hand. When he sees Lin Huaile coming, a trace of disdain flashes in his eyes, but he quickly puts it away and greets him warmly .

"Okay, Brother Jie, you are busy first. After seeing the boss, I will play a few laps with you!"

Reaching out without hitting the smiling face, Lin Huaile greeted him warmly even though he sensed the disdain on Lan Guijie's face.

The King of Hades is easy to see, but the imp is hard to deal with, so it's important to get down to business first.

Red Rose has three floors, the bottom two floors are open for business, and the top floor is used as offices and dormitories.

Of course, as He Xinghe's only female big bottom, sister Mei naturally wouldn't live with the younger brothers.

She has a unit in Wan Chai, but outsiders don't know the exact location, only her confidant and top horse know.

Lin Huaile went up to the third floor alone, while Changmao let him stay in the car.

There are very few parking spaces in Yuen Long. The policeman in a military cap is soft in writing the fines. He is not willing to contribute to the police station and be arrogant.

The door of the office at the end of the corridor was half-closed, and there were bursts of crackling sounds from the abacus beads inside.

"Boss, here I come!"

Lin Huaile knocked on the door, then opened it, and greeted Sister Mei behind the desk.

Sister Mei was concentrating on the calculations, with her slender fingers grasping the longan-sized abacus beads, while flipping through the bills with the other hand, muttering something, which should be the calculation of this month's harvest.

"Ale, you are here, find a place to sit first!"

Sister Mei raised her head, and told the newly recruited boy in front of her to find a place to sit first, and then talk to him after finishing the accounts at hand.

Lin Huaile replied "Yes", and sat on the sofa in a regular manner, facing Sister Mei behind the desk, but her eyes drifted to the wall.

Sitting by the wall was a man with a cropped head, a short dress, a pair of flip flops on his feet, and a copy of "The Legend of the White-haired Witch" in his hand.

A layman looks at the facade, an insider looks at the doorway.

Lin Huaile's gaze didn't stop at the sloppy attire of the man by the wall, but at his hands, which were whiter and tenderer than a woman's.

Most of Sister Mei's staff are legitimate businesses, but that doesn't mean that no one cares about this piece of fat.

Although the right way business earns less, but correspondingly, there is less trouble, and the cops will not come to check the card frequently, and will not be angry with the emperor.

Black money is hard to wash, smells bad, and those who want to get a share are like crucian carp crossing the river, endless.

They all went off in person, or under the banner of a partnership to do business, they wanted to join in.

Sister Mei was able to hold on, and the warm money that has been going smoothly for many years is due to the two red sticks in her early years, the bad guy D and the quick knife Fan Dong.

These two people can be regarded as prominent figures in the Jianghu. Although they both worship under Guolanmei's sect, they are in the same situation. Whenever they meet, they quarrel endlessly and rarely see each other.

Rogue D, also known as Emperor D, wears suits and leather shoes all day long, more like the governor of Hong Kong than the governor of Hong Kong, and his horse boy also has a suit, which is comparable to the employees of large companies.

This is an act of violating the ancestors. The younger brothers fight and kill on the streets all day long, wearing short-sleeved jeans, no matter how comfortable they are.

His pony is good, Qing Yishui's suit, if he disagrees with him, he will take out a watermelon knife from the lining of the suit, and start a battle in the street, no matter how strange you look!
Become one of the wonders in the rivers and lakes!

Quick Knife Fan Dong is much more normal, sloppy, wearing a genuine Valentino, wearing a pirated style, he looks like a rotten boy.

Because he is also a bodyguard, Fan Dong doesn't have much land, and lives entirely on Sister Mei, and there are only a dozen or so under Ma Zai.

But these dozen horse boys are the trump card under Mei Jie's hands.

When He Xinghe was negotiating with the Eight Horse Chamber of Commerce, the other party saw that Sister Mei was a girl, so they wanted to turn the tables and sell her to a brothel to earn some pocket money.

Fan Dong, who was still unknown at that time, with a sharp knife, eliminated the opponent's three masters in the blink of an eye, and led Sister Mei to retreat from Malaysia.

Then there was the big scene of uniting as one with the first seventy prefixes of Heji, and formally launched a war with the Eight Horse Chamber of Commerce. After fighting for a whole year, tens of millions of silver bills were burned, and thousands of red sticks and straw sandals were killed and wounded. Bamin forces drove out of Hong Kong Island.

The man by the wall is already Fan Dong.

Lin Huale firmly remembered Fan Dong's face.

Even if you can't make good friends, you can't make bad friends.

Such a master, the grass on the grave of anyone who offends him is already three feet high!

It was the rainy season, and the room was sweltering and hot. After a while, beads of sweat began to drip down Lin Huaile's cheeks, so he withdrew his gaze from observing Fan Dong, and turned on the electric fan.

Bored and without a book in hand, he had to look around blindly.

It is impolite to look up at a human face, especially a woman's face.

He could only lower his head, look at the floor under his feet, thinking about himself, the boss, and what he wanted to say to himself.

But he couldn't calm down at all, there was a pair of beautiful feet under the table, attracting his attention.

It was a pair of sensual feet, clean and without calluses, and the neat toenails were covered with red nail polish.

On the toes of the eldest mother, there is a plastic sandal, shaking up and down.

Full of visual effects!

This kind of quiet appreciation lasted for more than ten minutes.

After finishing the calculation, Sister Mei stretched her sore wrist and pushed the abacus in front of her.

Leaning on the back of the chair, he was about to smoke a cigarette and take a break, when he suddenly found that Lin Huaile, the little bastard, was peeking at him.

"Cough, bastard, why are you in a daze?" Sister Mei raised her eyebrows and scolded angrily.

The women who come out to run the rivers and lakes all have the temperament of Sun Erniang, otherwise they will not be able to control the scene and the younger brother.

In addition, the children of Southern Guangdong are already very angry, and they all have a temper of firecrackers, and they will explode at all.

"What? Boss?"

Lin Huaile hurriedly moved his eyes away from the alluring beautiful feet, pretending to be puzzled.

Sister Mei looked puzzled, and hesitated for a second, wondering if she was thinking too much.

But this unrealistic idea was quickly rejected.

A rotten boy is a rotten boy, and he is still trying to be brave.

"nothing?"

"Uncle Shuanglin's matter, the community has a conclusion!"

Sister Mei gave Lin Huaile a sideways look, and said angrily.

"What did Grandpa say?"

Lin Huaile became anxious all of a sudden, stood up, walked to the desk, and asked loudly.

This sudden rush of meaning surprised him a little.

But thinking of the former owner of this body, after all, the father and son have been filial for so many years, it is normal to have a little reaction.

Sister Mei didn't say anything about Lin Huaile's excitement. After all, her biological father was murdered. If she were herself, she would be very excited.

"The talk at Fulinhai last night was hosted by Master Bao of Liansheng."

"Xinji's chief butler, Lin Xue, is willing to offer 100 million as compensation!"

"Whatever this matter is!"

Sister Mei knew how to say it, it was cruel, but this was something she had been told by the court, and she couldn't do it.

The Xiang family sits in the Lin family, and Xinji is responsible for handling disputes, and it is the Lin family.

For this result, Lin Huaile had expected it a long time ago, but he didn't expect that the society would sell an uncle who worked for the society for 100 million!
Shouldn't we order all the soldiers and horses, and PK in the street?
In Hong Kong and Taiwan movies, isn't that how they act?
You don't play your cards according to the routine!
Dogmatism really kills people!
"Boss, my old bean's life was for nothing?"

"Did he work hard for the society?"

Lin Huaile's eyes turned red immediately, and he said excitedly.

Hearing this, Sister Mei sneered, working hard for the club?
There are so many people working hard for the club!
Ssangyong Lin is not He Xinghe the first one to devote himself to the society, nor will he be the last.

Today is different from the past, everyone is working hard for money, and that one still cares about brotherly loyalty.

"This is already the best result, dumb boy."

"The association also knows your difficulties, and the office decided to transfer your management and promotion to you as compensation."

"If you want revenge, you can only rely on yourself."

"Taro Biao is very powerful, if there is no association to protect you, he would have dragged you out long ago."

Sister Mei spoke out the club's compensation in one breath, and even threatened at the end of the sentence.

This was the club's final decision. The reason why Sister Mei was asked to talk first was because Lin Huaile would run away on the spot and embarrass Qilin.

Although Shuang Linlong survived him, the favor has already been paid off.

Taking in his son by himself is the utmost benevolence.

"Xinji is now in full swing, with five tigers and ten heroes, that is not the famous double-flower red stick. It is impossible for the club to avenge Uncle Lin and kill a Xinji hall master."

"Even if the uncles are willing, the brothers below will not agree."

"Ale, take the money and the mahjong house, and think of a way later!"

Thinking of Shuanglinlong's cultivation of her before, Sister Mei couldn't bear Lin Huaile to do something stupid, so she spoke a few words of persuasion.

Lin Huaile sat back on the sofa decadently, holding his head, looking disheartened, but he was not surprised. The development of the story was exactly as he expected.

Sister Mei glanced at the watch in her hand, stepped forward to pat him, and said softly: "Man, don't shed tears when you bleed."

"I think Uncle Shuanglin Jiuquan knows, and I don't want anything to happen to you!".

With a low position and few people, Lin Huaile has no right to bargain with the society. Apart from incompetence and rage, there is really nothing he can do.

Sister Mei persuaded him a few more words, and seeing that he was in a more stable mood, she dragged Lin Huaile to Xinghe Tea House, the office where the past dynasties handled affairs.

Each society in Heji has its own general altar and Tuodi.

But I don't know whether it is a convention or intentional, most of them are photo shops and tea houses.

However, there are also non-mainstream associations who will choose their headquarters on the coffin bed in order to get promoted and make a fortune.

Outsole travel, must be orderly.

Sister Mei was no exception. There were three cars in the front and back, all of whom were confidantes, the top horse, Rotten Guijie, who was Sister Mei's old cousin, and acted as the driver.

Lin Huaile took his rich man and followed behind the convoy.

Each outsole is spelled out with a knife, no matter how many enemies there are, it is natural to be extra careful.

I'm afraid that five hundred knives and axemen will be killed from the alley and chopped into pieces.

Xinghe Tea House has only three floors, and compared with the shopping malls and several big hotels next to it, it cannot be described as shabby.

Only the Ming and Qing dynasties with blue bricks and red tiles show a different background, which can win some impression points.

Outside the gate of the restaurant with imitation wooden window lattices, stood two waiters in black suits.

Beside them is a light box for valet parking, and a parking boy is standing at the light box, talking to two waiters.

The younger brothers at the door naturally knew the big bottom of the club and greeted them one after another.

But only Sister Mei and Lan Guijie were allowed in, and Lin Huaile and others were stopped.

"Fat Yu, this is the new straw sandal, Young Master Le, Grandpa wants to see him!"

Seeing that Lin Huaile was blocked, Sister Mei explained.

Fat Yu had heard of Lin Huaile's name, so he immediately stepped aside and said with a smile, "So it's Uncle Lin's son, how offending you are."

"My name is Fat Yu, and I'm with Uncle Tai."

"Go up and see Grandpa first!"

"Uncle Bing made some delicious soup, come down and have a drink later!"

"Amei, you are here, third brother is waiting for you up there, hurry up!"

Sitting behind the counter downstairs was a bald old man, wearing glasses and shaking a cattail fan. He should be an old acquaintance with Sister Mei, so he greeted her casually and asked her to lead him upstairs.

"Got it, Uncle Wen, come down to drink tea with you!"

Sister Mei asked Lan Guijie to wait on the first floor, and took Lin Huaile upstairs alone.

(End of this chapter)