Hong Kong Comprehensive: The Rise of the King

Ah Gao nodded and trotted away from the banquet venue.

"Equity Transfer Letter? Uncle He, what does this mean?"

Sheng Jiale was confused and confused.

He Xin smiled and said, "You'll find out later. This is a gift I prepared for you."

After hearing this, Sheng Jiale waited patiently.

Soon, A Gao returned again, with an additional document in his hand.

"boss."

A Gao handed the document to He Xin.

He Xin handed it directly to Sheng Jiale, "This is the transfer letter for 20% of the shares in the Lisboa Casino. As long as you sign your name on it, the 20% of the shares will be yours."

After Sheng Jiale took it, he glanced at it and suddenly looked surprised.

"Uncle He, is this gift too expensive?"

The value of Shengjiale Chiang Saen Lisboa Casino is that it is a large casino that is making a lot of money every day. It is one of the top casinos in Haojiang.

Now He Xin gave him one-fifth of the shares in one go, which was definitely a big deal, and the annual share would be at least hundreds of millions.

"Just take it. Moreover, this is not only my personal gift to you, but also part of the dowry prepared for Tian'er." He Xin said.

Hearing this, Sheng Jiale stopped evading, nodded, and signed his name on the document.

Seeing Sheng Jiale signing, He Xin seemed very happy. Now the two of them not only became father-in-law and son-in-law in terms of relationship, but they were also related in business. They could be said to be truly family members.

The banquet ended in a happy atmosphere for both the guests and the host.

A few days later.

Mid-level villa.

He Tian'er was sitting on the sofa in the living room, watching TV programs with relish.

She and Sheng Jiale were already engaged and were in a fiancée relationship, so it was natural for her to come to Sheng Jiale Villa.

In the small living room nearby, Sheng Jiale was chatting with Ji Zang. They each had a goblet in front of them, filled with scarlet wine.

Sheng Jiale took a sip of red wine and asked, "Ksitigarbha, where do you plan to go?"

Ksitigarbha came to see him today to say goodbye to Sheng Jiale, so Sheng Jiale asked this question.

"I plan to go to Taiguo again to pick some Muay Thai fighters."

Ksitigarbha said.

"Why, there aren't enough boxers now?"

Sheng Jiale asked. He usually didn't care about the underground boxing ring, so he didn't know why Ksitigarbha went to Taiguo again.

Ji Zang nodded and said: "Mr. Sheng, Muay Thai boxers are actually equivalent to consumables. In many competitions, accidents will always happen.

Either his body was seriously injured and he could no longer box, or he simply died in the ring.

After this period of consumption, the number of boxers in the Hey Boxing Arena is seriously insufficient, and another batch must be replenished. "

"So that's it."

Sheng Jiale understood that with the irregular fighting style of underground boxing and the fierceness of Muay Thai, deaths were common.

Therefore, although they obtained a large number of Muay Thai fighters last time, their support is still about the same.

"If you go to Taiguo, be careful all the way. When you get there, call Jiang Tianyang first and ask him to take care of you."

Sheng Jiale warned.

"Ok."

Ksitigarbha nodded, then said goodbye and left.

Sheng Jiale walked Ksitigarbha to the door and watched him leave in the car.

Ding ding ding.

His phone rang suddenly. He picked it up and saw that it was Huo Jingliang's number.

"Hello, Mr. Huo?" Sheng Jiale asked.

"Mr. Sheng, I'm at the dock now and I'm about to leave by boat."

Huo Jingliang said, the sound of waves coming from his words.

"Ah? You're leaving so soon. I'll see you off." Sheng Jiale said hurriedly.

"No, the ship will be here soon. The reason why I'm calling you now is because I don't want to trouble you."

Huo Jingliang chuckled.

"OK then."

Sheng Jiale exchanged greetings with Huo Jianliang for a few more words and then hung up the phone.
Two days later.

Dasha and Ding Ye also decided to leave. They were both elders of Sheng Jiale and were similar in age, so they decided to return to Hong Kong together.

Sheng Jiale, together with Luo Tianhong and others, formed a luxury motorcade and personally sent the two elders to Haojiang Pier and watched them board the cruise ship.

At Wanwan International Airport, a large passenger plane landed slowly.

The cabin door opened, and tourists of all colors came out one after another. Among them, a group of people wearing crisp suits stood out the most.

The leader was tall and thin, with his hair shaved short on both sides, revealing his blue scalp, which looked extremely refreshing.

He has a long and thin face, regular facial features, and a straight nose. He has a standard handsome appearance. The only flaw is that he has a pair of narrow and slightly sinister eyes.

This person is Michael, who came back from abroad because of the death of Xu Wanhe, the boss of the bridge.

This time, Michael returned to Wanwan not only to pay his father's funeral, but also to inherit the position of the boss of Daqiaotou and realize his ambition.

Behind Michael, closely followed by several confidants.

Among them, the one with yellow hair and an arrogant expression is the golden-haired Wennan, and the one with a large green tattoo on his neck is Agui.

These two people are also Michael's most trusted subordinates, so they can follow him back from abroad.

Michael led a few people out of the airport hall. At this time, a white Bentley car was parked at the door.

A group of boys were standing by the car. When they saw Michael coming out, they bent down to salute and shouted respectfully: "Brother, you are back."

These people are all Michael's men at Daqiaotou, and many of them were prepared by Xu Wanhe during his lifetime.

Michael nodded without saying anything. He straightened his collar, looked up at the sky, and whispered to himself.

"Wanwan, I'm back again."

Michael quietly clenched his hands into fists. When he comes back this time, he will realize his ambition.

The death of his father Xu Wanhe did not make Michael feel much sadness, but more of a sense of relief without the restraints of others.

"Boss, get in the car."

Agui walked to the car, opened the door, and put one hand on the top of the car frame.

Michael sat in the back seat, and the soft seat sank instantly, supporting his body.

"Agui, is that tailor shop on Cross Street still there?" Mike asked.

"Still here, business has been getting better and better over the years."

Agui sat in the driver's seat and replied.

Michael nodded and ordered: "Then go there first. The day after tomorrow is the old man's funeral, so I have to make some clothes."

"Yes, boss."

Agui agreed and immediately drove the car and left the airport.

Cross Street is a simple commercial street. One of the tailor shops has been open for at least several decades and is considered a time-honored brand.

The old tailors inside are highly skilled. Before Michael went abroad, he often made clothes in this shop.

After half an hour.

"Boss, we're here."

Agui stopped the car and helped Michael open the door.

Michael looked at the sign of the tailor shop. Compared with before, the sign became larger and looked more conspicuous.

At the same time, the tailor shop also expanded its area. It was originally just a small room, but now it is connected to the shops on the left and right.

"It seems that Mr. Li's business has indeed been getting better and better in recent years."

Michael said as he walked into the tailor shop.

Ding dong.

Pushing open the shop door, the bell above rang.

"Are you here to buy clothes? Or do you want them tailor-made?"

Behind the counter, an old man with white hair and a stooped body asked.

"Why, we haven't seen each other for a few years and you don't recognize me anymore?"

Michael looked at the old man and smiled.

Old Man Li was stunned when he heard this, then put on the eyes hanging around his neck, looked at Michael carefully, and then said in surprise: "Mr. Xu, no, I have to call you Mr. Xu now. Are you back from abroad?"

"Just got off the plane."

Michael said calmly: "My father's funeral is the day after tomorrow. Make me a suitable suit."

"No problem." Old Man Li agreed immediately.

He looked at Michael's calm expression. Even when he talked about attending his father's funeral, there was no fluctuation.

So all the comforting words that came to my lips were swallowed back.

Old Man Li has lived for such a long time and has met many people. He can tell at a glance what kind of character Michael is and how he dares to do anything.

He walked out from behind the counter, took out a cloth measure, and measured the dimensions of Michael's body.

"Mr. Xu, bust size is thirty-five, is that okay?"

Old Man Li asked.

The bust size of clothes is a very important part. If it is too big or too small, it will have serious consequences.

"If you lose 0.5% more weight, you'll look sharper." Michael ordered calmly.

"Yes, I understand." Old Man Li said while writing these down.

"Mr. Xu, next choose the fabric you like."

Old Man Li took Michael to choose fabrics in the tailor shop.

In the end, Michael chose a Victoria Scabal fabric, which is also the top fabric for suits.

"Time is a bit tight, hurry up and make it. I will wear it at the funeral the day after tomorrow."

Michael ordered.

"Don't worry, Mr. Xu, I will work overtime and make it in time for your father's funeral."

Old Man Li nodded repeatedly.

"That's good."

Michael snapped his fingers, and Agui immediately walked to the counter, took out his wallet, and placed a stack of bills on it.

This is a deposit, and the remaining balance needs to be paid after the suit is made.

Michael straightened his collar and walked out of the tailor shop.

"Boss, where are you going now?" Agui asked.

"go home."

Michael said in a deep voice.

"Yes."

The white Bentley made an almost inaudible sound and slowly drove out of the cross street.

Two days later.

The funeral of Xu Wanhe, the boss of Daqiaotou, was officially held.

Because Xu Wanhe had a high status during his lifetime and was the person who managed the bridge, the specifications of his funeral were also different from ordinary people.

The funeral was held at the highest-level funeral center in Wanwan.

Outside the mourning hall, in the wide square, a large number of young people wearing dark clothes gathered.

These people have different expressions, and the only thing they have in common is that they all have a lot of tattoos on their bodies, which makes it easy to tell that they are gang members.

They were all juniors from Daqiaotou, or low-level members of other societies. They could not enter the mourning hall and could only wait outside the square.

In the center of the square, a folklore team composed of dozens of people was performing hard.

These people have oil paint on their faces, wear strange clothes, hold steel forks, perform simple dances, and pay homage to the deceased.

Among them are many black and white paper lions, swinging vividly.

In addition to the folklore team and gang members, there is another party in the square.

This group of people were wearing vests with the word "Interpol" written on the back, meaning they were the Wanwan police.

They all held a camera in their hands and kept taking pictures of the mourning hall.

After all, it was the funeral of the boss of Daqiaotou, and so many gang members gathered. In order to prevent accidents, the police had to get involved.

At the entrance of the mourning hall, there is a banner posted above, "Mr. Xu Gongwanhe lays the laying ceremony in the auditorium."

On the left and right are two large elegiac couplets.

They wrote in the letter, "Heroes from all directions gather, and the sea and sky are vast for them to travel."

Around the door, there are large flower baskets with white chrysanthemums and orchids in them, forming a wavy shape.

Flower baskets were placed along the doorway and inside the mourning hall.

In the mourning hall, except for the open space in the middle, there were a large number of seats on both sides. At this time, the leaders of Daqiaotou and senior members of other societies were already sitting on them.

A black carpet was spread from the door to the memorial platform. On it was a sea of ​​flowers composed of a large number of white chrysanthemums, and a huge black and white photo of Xu Wanhe was placed in the center.

As Xu Wanhe's son, Michael naturally stood on the side of the coffin, where his family and relatives were.

However, Xu Wanhe only had one son, Michael, so in order not to appear lonely, Michael also had his close men, the golden-haired Wennan and Agui, standing behind him.

Next to Mike, there was an old man with a horse face.

This man's name is Uncle Kuan, and he is Xu Wanhe's right-hand man. He has high prestige and status in Daqiaotou. He can be said to be the number one person under Xu Wanhe.

There were a lot of footsteps at the door of the mourning hall, and then a group of figures walked in. The leader was a short, stocky middle-aged man with a big head and a short neck.

"Boss, Yongsang is here."

Golden Retriever Wennan whispered in Michael's ear.

Michael nodded and said nothing.

Yongsang was wearing a black mandarin jacket, and behind him was Qing Feng, the second person in Dingzhuang, and his bodyguard A Guo.

Behind the three people were a large number of young men from Dingzhuang.

Yong Sang walked slowly to the coffin with heavy steps.

"Flowers."

The funeral director said, and then someone next to him handed a small flower basket to Yongsang.

Yong Sang took it, held the flower basket in both hands, bowed to Xu Wanhe's portrait, and then put the flower basket down.

"Take three bows," the host continued.

Yong Sang looked at the huge portrait in front of him, with a very solemn expression on his face, and his eyes were a little red.

Without saying a word, he bent deeply.

Following Yongsang's movements, Qingfeng Aguo and all the younger brothers all bowed.

"Bow again."

"Three bows."

Yongsang bowed three times in a row, all of which were done extremely seriously.

He and Xu Wanhe have a good relationship. Although they are the bosses in their respective roles, they are old friends in private.

Therefore, the death of Xu Wanhe was a big blow to Yongsang. If there were not many people in the mourning hall and he could not lose his composure here, Yongsang would have burst into tears.

"The ceremony is completed, and the family would like to thank you."

As the host finished speaking, Michael and others bowed to Yong Sang on the side of the mourning platform.

Yong Sang returned the gift with everyone in Dingzhuang, and then walked over.

Seeing Yong Sang coming, Michael stretched out his hands to shake hands with Yong Sang.

Unexpectedly, Yongsang just held Uncle Kuan's hand beside him as if he didn't see it.

This made Michael extremely embarrassed, and his outstretched hand froze in the air.

His expression remained unchanged and he looked unaffected, but the muscles in his cheeks couldn't stop twitching, indicating that Michael was not as calm inside as he appeared.

After all, this is a mourning hall, and there are many people around, and everyone can see this scene.

"grateful."

Uncle Kuan said to Yongsang.

Yongsang nodded, and then looked at Michael.

"Yong Sang from Dingzhuang." Uncle Kuan glared at Michael and reminded the latter.

Michael pursed his lips and shook hands with Yong Sang.

Neither of them spoke. Yong Sang patted Michael on the shoulder, then turned back and led everyone in Dingzhuang out of the mourning hall.

Michael looked at Yong Sang's leaving figure, a dangerous look flashed in his narrow eyes.

Being ignored in public by Yongsang hurt Michael's strong self-esteem, and he already had opinions about Yongsang in his heart.

"What are you looking at? You can't even say thank you? I really don't know what you have learned abroad."

Uncle Kuan said in a bad tone.

Hearing this, Michael shifted his gaze and landed on Uncle Kuan's face.

"What, you're not convinced?"

Uncle Kuan said coldly.

Michael didn't speak, but suddenly smiled, and then lowered his head.

Seeing this, Uncle Kuan thought it was because Michael didn't dare to talk back to him, so he snorted disdainfully.

The funeral continued, and gang bosses came one after another to express their condolences to Xu Wanhe.

Three hours later.

Behind the mourning hall, there was a coffin, inside which lay quietly the body of Xu Wanhe, covered with a white cloth, with only his head exposed.

It was quiet here, except for Michael and Golden Retriever Wennan.

Michael stood in front of the coffin, staring inside, his face as dark as water, not knowing what he was thinking in his heart.

He acted extremely coldly, as if the person lying in the coffin was not his father, but an unrelated passerby.

At this time, two people walked in from outside. Uncle Kuan, a horse-faced man, came in cursing, followed by Agui.

"What do you want with me? I'm almost exhausted from standing here for hours. I fart whenever I can."

Uncle Kuan walked up to Michael and said politely.

Then he followed Michael's line of sight and glanced at Xu Wanhe in the coffin.

During his lifetime, Xu Wanhe was the boss of Daqiaotou and Uncle Kuan's boss.

But things are different now. After Xu Wanhe passed away, the oldest and most prestigious person in Daqiaotou became Uncle Kuan.

Therefore, Uncle Kuan felt sad about Xu Wanhe's death, but more importantly, he was happy.

Only if Xu Wanhe dies can he have a chance to rise to power.

"Michael, I'm too lazy to care about what you have to say. Leave now. You have nothing to do with me here. You can go back abroad."

Uncle Kuan said coldly.

Michael didn't speak, just looked at Uncle Kuan indifferently, as if he was thinking about something.

"Why, you've been abroad for a long time and you can't understand the language?" (End of Chapter)