Hong Kong Companion: Boss Optimus Prime, I just want to find the right way

Chapter 163 Lin Huaile was tortured, everyone planned
"You can continue to sit in this hall. Since we selected it, we old guys will definitely support you to finish this session."

Hearing Deng Bo's words, Lin Huaile felt relieved, as long as he still had his seat in the restaurant, Su Wenluo would not be able to turn the world around.

"However, you have to hand over Tsim Sha Tsui, and manage your Jordan with peace of mind in the future!"

After finishing speaking, Dun Bo put down the teacup in his hand.

"What, this is impossible!"

Lin Huaile did not expect that the goal of these old guys was to shake the money pot.

You know, Tsim Sha Tsui, which I took so hard to conquer, has now negotiated with Guohua from the Ni family.

In the future, all the goods in the yard will be handed over to them for distribution, and [-]% of the water will be pumped by themselves.

If something goes wrong, they settle it themselves.

You know, this is an annual income of tens of millions.

Isn't it just to make money by coming out to hang out by yourself, fighting desperately for this seat.

Is it true that someone is a great benevolent person who just wants to serve the community?

Didn't Su Wenluo take a fancy to the two fertile lands in Mong Kok and Yau Ma Tei in his hands?

As long as I get all of them, I can earn hundreds of millions of dollars a year from the laundry detergent business alone.

That is, Su Wenluo, an idiot, is determined not to touch washing powder.

It's clear that I have an idea about where to sit.

Lin Huaile understood.

He had finally grabbed the seat in the restaurant, but he never thought of giving it up.

"If you don't agree, die on the street, if it weren't for you, we and Liansheng wouldn't be a joke in the world.

The Shuangzuo Pavilion was selected by everyone, and now in just one month, you have blown Big D's head off by fishing.

If you want to leave now, we will not stop you.

Now Big D's wife has just brought back Big D's body from the police morgue, and all the people in Tsuen Wan are trying to scrape you out. "

As long as you leave here today, you are no longer a member of us and Liansheng.

Your life and death have nothing to do with us! "

Chuan Bao slapped the table and stood up, pointed at Lin Huaile's nose and cursed.

"Okay, I agree, give up the management rights of Tsim Sha Tsui!"

Lin Huaile lowered his head and said.

"It's not the management right, it's the ownership. From now on, the Tsim Sha Tsui site has nothing to do with you, and your agreement with Guohua is also void."

"Return the money that should be given to others yourself, don't make it difficult for the association!"

Shuangfandong also stood up.

Originally, he sincerely supported Lin Huaile as the sitter.

Now, he can only blame himself for being blind.

Yesterday, he brought Dapuhei's body back at the West Kowloon Police Station.

Made, the whole body was burnt, and the effort of cremation was saved.

"Lin Huaile, you burned Dapuhei to death, according to Hongmen's rules, one hundred rattan whips, do you have something to say!"

Long Gen sat down and asked.

"no!"

Lin Huaile knew that he had completely lost, even if he returned to Jordan, he could only be a puppet.

From now on, everything in the club has nothing to do with me.

"Okay, let's go to the criminal law!"

After Long Gen finished speaking, he beckoned, and two boys in Hongmen torture hall costumes walked in.

"Your Majesty!"

After Long Gen finished speaking, he gave up Erye Guan's position.

Lin Huaile took off his shirt, then knelt on the futon.

"Snapped!"

These two cane whips were all stained with alcohol, so after more than a dozen whips, Lin Huaile's back was already covered with scars.

An hour later, Lin Huaile was carried into the ambulance in a coma.

……

"The matter of Lin Huaile has come to an end for the time being. Now let's talk about another matter."

After Dun Bo finished speaking, he poured the freshly brewed tea into the cups.

"Tea please!"

After finishing speaking, the elders in the room raised their teacups one by one.

"Master Su, go to Yoalo and say that we will wait for him at his Crown Restaurant at eight o'clock in the evening. Some things must be clarified!"

After Dun Bo finished speaking, he waved his hands to let all the irrelevant people out.

"Okay, now there are only a few of us old guys left, let's talk about your thoughts!"

Dun Bo threw out the question again.

"What else is there to say? Ask Lin Huaile to hand over the account book, and let him sit with Liansheng in name for the past two years."

"A Deng, what about A Luo, I have to give him an explanation for this matter!"

Chuanbao put down the teacup in his hand, and now everyone in the world knows that Chuanbao's apprentice and grandson Airplane won 400 million bonuses alone.

Moreover, Chuanbao transferred all his bird cards in Saigon, and then bought an unfinished building of more than 3 square meters.

Now the unfinished building has restarted, and the sign of Lianhe Supermarket has been hung on the roof.

It was clear that he wanted to do business with Su Wenluo.

The same is true for Longen. All the venues have made loans in the bank through Guilimao, and they have taken out more than 2000 million yuan.

Now I also bought a four-story building of [-] square meters, and the decoration team has already entered the venue.

Now, the two of them think that they have been tied to Su Wenluo's warship.

If Su Wenluo really wants to engage in a new and joint victory, the two old guys will lose the most.

"Confess, what do you want me to explain, what else does he want to explain!"

Deng Fei looked at Chuanbo and asked.

"This is your business. If you can't handle it, we in Saigon will definitely not send troops!"

The string explosion chooses to play badly, jokingly let myself take out 3000 million to play with you.

"A Deng, you know, my position in Yau Ma Tei is very embarrassing now, the new talker has not been selected for a day, and the little ones below have ideas."

Long Gen sat down and put down his teacup to make a statement.

Everyone knew that these two were asking Deng Fei to express his opinion, so they were happy to see it.

"I've decided that Tsim Sha Tsui will be handed over to A Luo. As long as he doesn't engage in Xinhe Liansheng, then he will be in the next sitting."

"From next month, the ledger will also be left to Alo!"

"Everyone, do you have anything to say?"

After listening to Deng Bo's words, everyone gasped.

So cruel.

Throughout West Kowloon, Su Wenluo's current site is in Mong Kok, Yau Ma Tei.

If he is allowed to manage Tsim Sha Tsui again, he will definitely not be able to skip the Jordan area.

According to the news from the younger brother below, the venues in Jordan near Yau Ma Tei that originally belonged to A Le are now managed by Su Wenluo's people.

Because A Le didn't show up for a few days, Jordan was like a mess.

The day before yesterday, Mawei wanted to get back the field, but Luo Mavericks broke three ribs.

Still out of the hospital.

So, this is forcing Lin Huaile to resist.

Only A-Deng can think of such a trick that harms others and benefits himself.

"Okay, as you said, but Tsim Sha Tsui can't be handed over to Arlo from the beginning."

"This can only be done with additional conditions!"

The old ghost stood up and said.

……

"Ah Luo, you really didn't disappoint me!"

Central Golf Course.

Mr. Guo swung the club in his hand, and then handed the club to the woman beside him.

"Guo Sheng was joking. Since we want to cooperate, of course I have to show my sincerity and attitude."

Su Wenluo poured a cup of tea for Mr. Guo with a smile.

"All of us old guys know that you, Arlo, have someone, power, and brains, and you are the best partner!"

Mr. Guo said with a smile.

Su Wenluo also smiled.

"Are you interested in swinging two clubs!"

"Okay!"

Su Wenluo walked to the side of the woman, and only then was she sure that she was right, this woman was Guan Zhilin.

"Su Sheng!"

Guan Zhilin handed over the club to Su Wenluo.

Su Wenluo took it, and then shot it with the most standard action.

The golf ball flies toward the par hole.

"it is good!"

(End of this chapter)