Hong Kong Comprehensive: The Rise of the King

When Sheng Jiale heard what Dongguanzi said on the phone, the mechanical voice of the system in his mind rang out:
"The system issues a guidance mission: Let Dongguanzi and Ni Yongxiao cooperate to destroy the four major families."

"Complete the mission and get rewards: advanced VCD technology, meet the beautiful He Min and win her favor."

After seeing the task issued by the system, Sheng Jiale's mouth curled up into a smile. Advanced VCDs are extremely popular in this era. Before DVD players came out, VCD players could be said to be a must-have item for every household.

In this era, pirated CDs were rampant and of very poor quality, and often could not be played properly. However, a powerful VCD player was able to correct the errors of these unplayable CDs, and could even run games and sing karaoke. It could be said that it was popular for an era.

All you need to do is master advanced VCD technology, and the profits you can get from selling VCDs are extremely huge. To say that you are making a fortune every day is already an understatement.

Sheng Jiale smiled, and suddenly felt a little excited. He said to the Dongguanzi on the other end of the phone:
"Since the current head of the Ni family has come to you and offered such luxurious conditions, we have no reason to refuse, so just agree to it."

"The Ni family is a big family, and the business under their control is not simple. Although Ni Kun is dead, the Ni family is still the leader of the Hong Kong Hey Gang. If the business of the four major families is all handed over to you, then the profit will be huge."

Dongguanzi on the other side, after receiving Sheng Jiale's order, immediately responded:
"Okay, boss, I understand. I will definitely handle this matter beautifully."

After Dongguanzi hung up the phone with Sheng Jiale, he pressed the pager on the table, and his younger brother Daozifeng pushed the door open and bowed to Dongguanzi:
"What do you want, Boss?"

Dongguanzi took out a cigar from his pocket, cut it open with a click, struck a match and lit it, took a puff, puffed out the smoke, and said to Daozifeng:

"Please contact Ni Yongxiao for me. Last time, Mr. Ni invited me to dinner. We are not people who don't observe etiquette, so we should naturally return the invitation. It's a matter of reciprocity."

"Also, I want to let you know that I have already considered what Mr. Ni brought up last time, and I will give him an answer at this table."

After hearing Dongguanzi's order, Daozaifeng retreated.

Night falls quietly, also in the Tianhe Restaurant.

Tonight, this restaurant is still extremely lively. People downstairs are toasting each other and having a great time. The beautiful waitress in cheongsam is holding a tray with all kinds of delicious food and fine wines on it.

This restaurant can be described as a real den of money. A large amount of money flows into the pocket of the restaurant owner every night. However, the money earned on the lower floors is just small amounts. The real place to make good money is on the upper floors of the restaurant.

At this time, a black luxury car drove to the front of Tianhe Restaurant. The black-clad bodyguards behind it quickly followed and stood in a row at the door of the restaurant, attracting the attention of passers-by.

When two people got out of the black luxury car, the faces of the waiters and guests at the restaurant door changed drastically. They dared not look them in the eye. These two people were none other than Ni Yongxiao's third uncle.

"Master Ni, Third Uncle, you are still in a good mood today, please come to our restaurant to continue your meal."

A man dressed as a manager came out, rubbing his hands together, full of respect and flattery, looking at Ni Yongxiao and Uncle San, with an apologetic look on his face:
"Master Ni, when you come to our restaurant to eat, you should use the private room on the top floor. However, there is a gentleman dining there now. Can you please condescend to me?"

Ni Yongxiao waved his hand and said to the manager:

"No need, I'm just here to look for Dongguanzi."

"You go ahead and lead the way."

The manager nodded respectfully and quickly took Ni Yongxiao to the private room on the top floor.

The door opened, and the rich aroma of wine and the delicious aroma of dishes hit us.

Dongguanzi sat in the main seat, with his younger brother Daozifeng standing behind him.

In front of him, there was a table full of delicious food. The exquisite food was mouth-watering.

When Dongguanzi saw Ni Yongxiao and Uncle San coming, he immediately smiled and waved, his face full of friendliness, as if he was looking at his own brothers:
"Ni Yongxiao, you're here. The dishes are still hot. Come and eat quickly."

"Uncle San, don't be polite. Let's sit down and eat together. There is such a big table of food that the two of us can't finish it at all."

After hearing what Dongguanzi said, Ni Yongxiao nodded and sat down with his uncle. The two of them toasted each other happily, and the exquisite dishes were eaten up little by little under the rhythmic movement of chopsticks.

After the two of them had their fill of food and drink, Dongguanzi laughed:
"Last time, you invited me to dinner, but you said it in a hurry and I didn't have time to eat properly. This time, I can say that I enjoyed the meal to my heart's content. The food in this restaurant is pretty good."

"As for what you mentioned to me last time, I have already considered it. Master Ni, the conditions you proposed are indeed very tempting, and I am willing to accept them."

"I can provide you with manpower to eliminate the four major families."

After hearing Dongguanzi's agreement, Ni Yongxiao's originally calm expression suddenly showed a smile. He was very excited and clapped his hands to call the waiter who was waiting outside the door in:

"Bring me the best wine in this store. I want to have a nice drink with Dongguanzi today."

Ni Yongxiao was happy from the bottom of his heart about Dongguanzai's agreement, because he knew that in front of the big gang of He Liansheng, it would be very easy to eradicate the four major families, and this gang was very moral and would not do anything to stab their employers in the back. This was what made Ni Yongxiao feel most at ease.

And on the other side.

In a dark alley, with only dim lights flickering above, the atmosphere seemed a little gloomy.

However, there is a bright sign in the alley that says Zhao’s Hot Pot Restaurant. However, there is only one table of customers in the hot pot restaurant. Outside the restaurant, there are several people with dragons and tigers tattoos on their bodies and cigarettes in their mouths guarding it.

There was only one pot in the store, smoke was slowly coming out of it, and chopsticks were constantly moving in the pot. The guests at that table were not simple, as they were the leaders of the four major families in Tsim Sha Tsui, Blackie, Gandhi, Guohua and Wen Zheng.

Guohua stuffed a mouthful of meat into his mouth and started chewing it. He looked at the black man who kept pressing the buttons on the remote control and pointed with his chopsticks and asked:

"Nigger, why are you watching TV? Eat first."

The black man with gray hair and a gold earring put down the remote control, picked up a piece of food with chopsticks, and said while eating:

"Hey, Uncle Kun is gone now. Let's see what news the TV station has."

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone at the table burst into laughter.

The black man laughed twice and continued:
"But this matter is strange. Uncle Kun was killed for no reason. The Ni family even posted a high reward on the black market. It caused a lot of trouble outside. A lot of rats are running around there, just to find the person who killed Uncle Kun and get the reward."

At this point, the black man looked at Wen Zheng and said with a puzzled look:

"I say, Wen Zheng, this couldn't be you who did it, right?"

Wen Zheng held a cigar in his mouth, puffing out smoke slowly, picked up a piece of meat and put it in the pot, looked at the black man and said with a grin:

"I have a big mouth. If I had done this, it would have been known to the world long ago."

"Why would we need to issue a bounty on the black market?"

“Ask Guohua and Gandhi, this is not what they did.”

Wen Zheng said this, pointing at the two people who were eating and drinking.

Guohua looked surprised at this moment, as if he had thought of something:
"Well, that's bad."

"When Uncle Kun died, I was in Macao discussing business. This time, his children will definitely blame me."

When Guohua said this, Gandhi, who was sitting on the right and wearing the glasses, snorted disdainfully and said with a smile:

"Huh, what am I afraid of?"

The black man next to him also echoed:

"That's right." Gandhi looked disdainful, picked up a piece of vegetable and put it in his bowl, looking at the other three people:

"The eldest son is a doctor, the youngest son is idle, the daughter is married, and only the second son is left to look after his business."

"If they go too far, I'll take care of them anytime."

"The 14th has already passed, and you haven't submitted your tribute yet, right?"

Hearing this, the other three nodded in understanding, with a knowing smile on their faces.

At this time, Wen Zheng spoke, pointing at the three people with his chopsticks:
"The Ni family is probably furious right now, especially Ni Yongxiao. It seems like he's planning something big soon."

"Well, I'm the youngest here, so I'll say the unpleasant things."

"That old guy Uncle Kun is already dead. I don't think it's necessary to listen to the Ni family's words. I should do more to help myself."

"What do the three brothers mean?"

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone present stopped using their chopsticks, looked at each other, and nodded.

The black man picked up the wine glass and placed it on the table, then raised it up:

"Come for a drink."

This voice was immediately echoed by the three people. Although no one said it explicitly about Wen Zheng's words, everyone with a discerning eye knew that these people had already understood it tacitly.

At this moment, three people walked into the alley outside. The person walking in front was Han Chen, and behind him followed two burly and fierce-looking younger brothers.

Han Chen walked straight into the hot pot restaurant, looked at everyone present, and laughed:
"Wow, it's so lively. Come...give me a seat."

As Han Chen spoke, he moved a chair over from the side and sat between the four people. He picked up his bowl and chopsticks and put the meat and vegetables into the pot.

Guohua looked at Han Chen and said with a smile:

"We'd be glad if you came to dinner, but we can talk about the rest after tonight."

Han Chen smiled and nodded:

"Eat something."

Just as the five of them were enjoying their meal, a younger brother came in holding a phone and said something in Guohua's ear. Guohua's face immediately changed and he slammed his chopsticks on the table:
"There's nothing to say, why are you looking for me?"

Guohua snatched the phone from his younger brother's hand, and a fake smile suddenly appeared on his face:

"How's it going, Xiao."

From the other end of the phone, Ni Yongxiao's calm voice without a trace of emotion came over:

"Guohua, I know you've been in Haojiang discussing the casino business recently. I've already made a deal with the higher-ups. Let's see if you're interested in joining us."

Guohua, however, was full of disdain, curled his lips and said:

"Uncle Kun is dead, I have no interest in anything."

Han Chen, who was standing aside, looked up at Guo Hua after hearing this, an intriguing smile appeared on his face, and then he started eating again.

At this time, in front of Ni Yongxiao, a younger brother was holding a group of photos in his hand. Looking at the photos, Ni Yongxiao sneered, full of mockery:

"That's right. You went to Macau not only to discuss business, but also to have fun with Gandhi's wife."

After hearing these words, Guohua on the other end of the phone suddenly fell silent, his eyes kept flashing, and finally stopped on Gandhi.

Gandhi, who was standing by, also felt Guohua's gaze. He looked at Guohua with a puzzled look on his face, stirring the food in his mouth.

Seeing Guohua's change, everyone else's eyes turned to him.

The atmosphere became heavy and tense, and for a moment, no one spoke.

After a while, Guohua picked up the wine in the glass and drank it all. His face was extremely solemn. He looked at everyone and suddenly said:

"I'm sorry, I can't let go of the Macau Casino, so I'll leave first."

After Guohua finished speaking, he put down his bowl and chopsticks, stood up and left in a hurry. The people standing by watched Guohua's actions. Although they didn't say anything, they still felt confused in their hearts.

Guohua left the store, leading two younger brothers behind him, and walked from the alley to the street.

The street was deserted. The street lights were flickering due to years of disrepair. Guohua was walking with two of his younger brothers. Guohua, who was at the front yesterday, waved his hand, signaling the younger brother behind him to pass him a cigarette, but no matter how he gestured, he got no response:
"Why, are you dead or blind?"

Guohua cursed angrily, turned around and found that the younger brother behind him had disappeared.

At this moment, Guohua realized that something was wrong and wanted to run away, but it was too late.

A wet cloth had been stuffed into Guohua's mouth. Three or four people appeared behind him, quickly controlled Guohua, tied him up, and stuffed him into the trunk of a car that had been prepared long ago.

Returning to Zhao’s Hotpot Restaurant, after Guohua left.

The phone was handed to Gandhi, who had a little anger on his face, but more of disdain:
"Mr. Ni, I don't know why Guohua has to pay."

"Anyway, I have no room for negotiation."

On the other side of the phone, Ni Yongxiao was not angry or dissatisfied with Gandhi's words, and his tone was still very calm:

"I'm not going to discuss this with you, you give the nigger the phone."

Gandhi was stunned when he heard this, and handed the phone to the black man and gestured:
"Nigga, I don't know why he would call you in my place."

The black man took the phone and put it to his ear, with a hint of dissatisfaction in his voice:
"Why, Ah Xiao, what Gandhi said is equivalent to what I said. If he doesn't hand it over, then I won't hand it over either."

At this time, a smile finally appeared on the corner of Ni Yongxiao's mouth:
"It's okay. I heard that you and Gandhi have been getting close recently. You even transported a batch of flour together, but it was robbed. Each of you lost several million, right?"

"Luckily I found this batch of goods and was able to pick it up from your warehouse. Do you want me to hand it over to Gandhi's little brother now?"

After saying this, Ni Yongxiao hung up the phone.

Hearing this, the black man bit his lower lip tightly, forcing himself to look calm. However, Gandhi, who was standing by, noticed the change in the black man's expression. He held a cigar between his fingers and asked the black man with a puzzled look on his face:

"Hey, what did he say?"

In response to Gandhi's question, the black man remained silent, with cold sweat on his forehead. He stood up and left, leaving Gandhi with a confused look on his face.

"What the hell is wrong with this nigger?" (End of this chapter)