Rebirth of the great hero of Hong Kong

Chapter 9 Housing Estate

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Even after he came out of the boxing gym, Lin Huaile still lamented the scheming of the Golden Tooth Leopard.

Just three sentences, let He Xinghe's most capable big bottom, go through life and death for him.

What an old scumbag!

Get in the car and light a cigarette.

Lin Huaile took a puff of smoke out of the window, turned his head to look at Chang Mao beside him, threw the high-end lighter from the boxing gym in his hand onto Chang Mao's lap, and said seriously: "How is the call?" .

Hearing the question, Changmao's expression suddenly became ugly.

In the afternoon, he drove back to Tsuen Wan to find his partner who had been drinking and spanking.

But most of them have been converted to other prefixes, so they are not useful at all.

What's more, they directly took the club's money, and I don't know where to go to have a good time.

He tried his best, but he only found a group of housing estate boys and a few Nanyue boys who were illegally immigrated.

Seeing Changmao's expression as if he was eating shit, he knew that going back to Tsuen Wan this time would not be rewarding at all.

But it's normal, the tree fell and the monkeys scattered, there was no need to hang on a dead tree.

When you come out to join the society, it's all for money, no one really believes in the word loyalty, right?

"Brother Le, a total of ten people were scraped out."

"They are all housing estate boys from Tsz Wan Shan. They dare to fight and fight hard. They just want to find a chance to make their mark."

In order to make Lin Huaile feel more at ease, Changmao had no choice but to make some artistic processing and exaggerate the quality of the team.

But Changmao's clumsy tricks did not escape Lin Huaile's eyes.

But he didn't expose it, it was a white lie after all.

The two walked through the tunnel and returned to Hesheng in silence.

The night in Xiangjiang is more lively than the day, and most of the gamblers have no sense of time and no home.

If you really can't hold on, you will go to the next bath to sleep, otherwise you will definitely not leave your Fengshui treasure land.

Lin Huaile pushed the door open and walked straight in. The little girl who was in charge of buying cigarettes and pouring water didn't even lift her head. She called Brother Sheng Le, and flew around like a bee.

By the window sill of the bird house, there were more than a dozen people standing, they should be the elite soldiers gathered by Changmao.

Influenced by the Beatles, young people in Xiangjiang all wear long black and beautiful hair.

The housing estate boys by the window sill did not break away from this wave, all of them had long hair and shawls, very rock and roll!
We all know that growing long hair can be a hassle!
Especially in Xiangjiang where the weather is hot.

To maintain the elegant hair feeling, washing twice a day is the basic requirement, and the last thing is to wash once a day.

But the gang of rotten boys in front of them have long hair sticky into a ball. It is conservatively inferred that they haven't washed their hair or bathed for a week.

"Long Mao, you lead these guys to take a shower next door."

"Sloppy, don't have fleas on you!"

Lin Huaile sighed, took out a few hundred yuan bills from his pocket, stuffed them into Changmao's hands, and asked him to take the gang of shrimp soldiers and crab generals to clean up.

"Shanzi, let's go, don't be dazed, I'll take you to take a bath!"

Changmao casually stuffed the money into his trouser pocket, and greeted the group of Zhongxing forces with the initials, and went to boil hot water together.

Lin Huaile watched these people leave, shook his head helplessly, and went upstairs.

Changmao led a dozen people and swaggered through the market, which naturally attracted the attention of interested people.

Opposite the Heshengque Pavilion, there stood a fat man with a full face. When he saw the long hair coming out, he ran to the phone booth next to him and made a call.

"Hey, boss, I'm the plane."

"Well, I know, your bad voice, I know who it is without mentioning your name."

Taro Biao moved the microphone away, kicked the woman kneeling under him, told her to go away, and clapped her ears.

The woman who had been kicked lowered her head timidly, wiped the mixture at the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand, pulled the loose sling around her body, and moved a little to the side.

Training women is like training horses!
This is the wise saying of the first generation of Ma Lan predecessors.

When Taro Biao first entered Xinji, he trained horses under the men of Baimen.

Natural handy!

"I'm crying, I haven't hanged up yet!"

"This period has already arrived. I will not count your interest, and I will postpone it for another week."

"But don't blame me for not warning you, if I haven't received the interest after a week, I'll go to your school to scrape you."

"At that time, I won't be as easy to talk as tonight."

"Get out, don't spoil my mood here!"

Taro Biao threw the microphone on the table, fastened the waistband of his trousers, sat back on the boss chair, and put his feet in flip-flops on the desk.

The female teacher who graduated from a famous university nodded gratefully as if hearing the gospel of God, and hurriedly ran out of Taro Biao's office.

"Smelly!"

Yato Biao cursed, grabbed the microphone, and continued: "That unworthy boy of Ssangyong Lin, what's going on?"

The plane watched Chang Mao and others enter the bath on the second floor next to him, and said in a low voice, "Boss, Young Master Le invited a dozen people to his birdhouse."

"At noon, I also received wind, saying that He Xinghe's new Qilin Wen was released, saying that he wanted to avenge the dead ghost of Shuanglonglin!".

When Yutou Biao heard this, he couldn't help it anymore, and cursed: "Qi Linwen, a stinky guy, I made a deal with the wine, but I didn't expect to change my mind at the last minute."

"You keep an eye on Hesheng, if you have any news, let me know immediately!" After cursing, he threw the phone back on the cradle without waiting for the plane to reply.

mess!

From the very beginning, Taro Biao never thought of killing Ssangyong Lin, it was just a misunderstanding.

The rotten boy under his command couldn't understand Ssangyong Lin Yilao's provocative attitude, and he was too addicted to drugs, so he just made him up!

It's absolutely amazing!

Taro Biao leaned his head on the boss chair, thinking about what to do next.

It is impossible for Tsuen Wan to spit it out.

Tuen Mun is a poor and remote place, even if it is completely uniform, it is not very interesting.

The red oil business is to make money, but it is also a business under Xinji, and I am just a pumper.

But Tsuen Wan is different. If it is eaten, it is his own business, his private business.

Xinji is hereditary, which is the only difference from other Hongmen prefixes.

When Lord Xiang was forced to leave Xiangjiang, he passed down a password, saying that Xinji could only be led by the Xiang family.

The tenth brother was ordered in the face of danger, and with the help of the Lin family brothers and Kebao, the gang of old immortals, Xinji flourished again.

This has also established a new tradition. The territory and business that Dadi has built by himself does not need to hand over to the association, and the association will not intervene, and can be passed on as an industry.

From father to son, from son to grandson, wealth is passed down from generation to generation.

However, Tuodi will also start business and make money in the territory of the prefix.

Each outsole and red stick operate independently.

If you need the help of the prefix, you need to pay a certain price.

(End of this chapter)