Hong Kong Comprehensive: The Rise of the King

There are only three things you need to do to successfully become the big brother.

The first is that you must have the ability, the second is that you must have enough followers, and the third is that you must own your own territory.

The current Little Overlord has already met the first and second points, even if he has transferred from Hongtai to Qiangsheng Group. As for the third point, Sheng Jiale is fully capable of helping him accomplish it.

Sheng Jiale looked at the Little Overlord with admiration in his eyes and nodded to him:

"it is good."

"Since you can't stay in Hongtai anymore and are willing to move to Wohai Group, I am naturally willing to take you in. Come with me."

After Sheng Jiale finished speaking, he stood up and waved to Xiaobawang. Xiaobawang did not say anything and followed Sheng Jiale silently. Their destination was not far from the office, it was just separated by two rooms.

Sheng Jiale opened the room and walked in with Xiaobawang.

This room does not have any gorgeous decorations. Compared with his office, it can be said to be extremely simple. However, this room is set up in many communities. It is a special room for worshipping Guan Gong.

After entering the room, the little tyrant saw the Guan Gong statue standing in the middle and immediately understood what was going on. Without waiting for Sheng Jiale to speak, he immediately took three incense sticks from the side and lit them. Then he knelt down in front of the Guan Gong statue and shouted:

"From now on, I, Little Overlord, will be transferred to the subordinate of Mr. Sheng Jiale of Qiangsheng Group. As long as Qiangsheng Group has a place for me to display my abilities, I, Little Overlord, will always be loyal to Mr. Sheng Jiale. If I break this oath, I will be killed by nine thunderbolts."

When Sheng Jiale saw Little Overlord, after he had bowed to the statue of Guan Gong, he smiled and walked over to him, patting him on the shoulder:

"You don't have to call me Mr. Sheng Jiale or Boss. My subordinates all call me Boss, and you should be the same as them."

After hearing Sheng Jiale's words, the little overlord immediately bowed and clasped his fists:
"Yes, boss."

Sheng Jiale smiled and nodded, took Xiaobawang back to the office, took out another cigar and threw it in front of him:

"I've heard of you, Little Overlord, when you were in Hongtai before. You're talented, capable, and courageous. My Qiangsheng Group really appreciates people like you. And you brought more than 200 younger brothers with you when you came to me. You don't need me to help you recruit soldiers."

"I own five streets in Wan Chai District. I'll let you manage these five streets for now. Do a good job. I have high hopes for you."

After hearing what Sheng Jiale said, Xiao Ba Wang's face was filled with ecstasy. He really didn't expect that he would be able to obtain the real five-street territory just after he transferred to Qiangsheng Group. At this time, his eyes were full of gratitude when he looked at Sheng Jiale:

"Yes, boss, I will never let you down."

Hearing this, Sheng Jiale waved to the Little Overlord:
"Okay, you can go down first. I will have my men complete the handover of the five streets as soon as possible."

The little bully clasped his fists towards Sheng Jiale and retreated respectfully.

Even when he walked out of the gate of Qiangsheng Group, he still had a smile on his face. He knocked on the car door, looked at the group of younger brothers who came with him, and said excitedly:
"Qiangsheng Group does things in a magnanimous way."

"We didn't find the wrong person. From now on, we are no longer Hongtai's people, but Qiangsheng Group's people."

At the top of Qiangsheng Entertainment City, in Sheng Jiale’s office, Sheng Jiale’s work on weekdays is quite heavy. In Heydao, he can be said to be the boss of a super large society, but on the surface, Sheng Jiale is a famous company owner and business tycoon.

Although Sheng Jiale often looks relaxed and contented on weekdays, the planning of many companies and various tasks under his control are all placed on Sheng Jiale's shoulders. If it weren't for his younger brothers like Zhanmi who understand business, Sheng Jiale would probably have to live in this office all day long.

Sheng Jiale finally finished dealing with the documents in his hands. He stretched his body, sat down on the sofa from the desk, took out a cigar from his arms, cut a Huadong match with a click, lit it, and puffed out smoke with a look of satisfaction on his face. He poured some hot water from the kettle beside him, made a cup of fragrant tea, and took a sip gently.

All the fatigue from work seemed to be washed away by this cup of fragrant tea, and at this moment, the door of the office was suddenly knocked.

"Dong dong dong..."

Sheng Jiale happily placed the teacup on the sandalwood table and said calmly:
"come in."

As Sheng Jiale finished speaking, the door of the office opened, and Sheng could clearly see a pretty beauty standing outside. She had short hair combed very neatly, and was wearing a women's work suit. Black stockings wrapped around her long legs, and she looked very youthful, beautiful and charming.

It is most appropriate to describe the woman in front of him as having an angelic face and a devilish figure. The woman in front of him is He Min. She is holding a document in her hand. She walks slowly to Sheng Jiale and bows slightly:

"boss."

Sheng Jiale pointed to the sofa in front of He Min, indicating that she should sit down. He showed a very gentlemanly smile on his face, and his whole temperament changed from the original majesty to elegance. He smiled at He Min lightly:

"There are only two of us in the office. You don't have to be so reserved. Relax."

"Come here, He Min, I have the latest fragrant tea delivered here, come and have a cup."

As Sheng Jiale spoke, he stood up from the sofa, took out a teacup from the tea cabinet beside him, poured some tea leaves and hot water into it, and a fragrant aroma instantly spread throughout the office.

Sheng Jiale smiled and handed the cup of tea to He Min on the table. Every move he made was perfect and elegant, which made He Min stare in a daze. Her eyes were fixed on Sheng Jiale from beginning to end, without leaving him for even a moment.

"He Min?"

Sheng Jiale saw that He Min's eyes were fixed on him, and even he himself maintained the same posture on the sofa without the slightest change. Sheng Jiale could not help but ask.

"what."

Sheng Jiale's words immediately brought He Min back to her senses. Her pretty face suddenly turned red, and her eyes kept dodging away, then looking back at Sheng Jiale's face.

As if trying to find a topic to ease the embarrassment, He Min scanned the entire office, and finally saw that Sheng Jiale's desk was a little messy, so she immediately said:
"Boss, why is your desk so messy?"

"Let me help you clean up."

Sheng Jiale waved towards He Min:

"You don't need to bother with such a small matter. I will call the servants over later and they will clean it up."

He Min shook his head towards Sheng Jiale, looking serious:
"The boss has helped me so much, but I still haven't done anything to repay him. Even if I can just wipe the table for him, I will feel much better."

After hearing what He Min said, Sheng Jiale didn't know what to say anymore and could only nod.

He Min then walked behind the desk, facing Sheng Jiale, and quickly sorted out the documents on the desk with his hands. Then he took out a rag from somewhere and started wiping the desk. But for some reason, He Min's movement of wiping the table was a little strange. His entire upper body was bent down, almost sticking to the table.

Sheng Jiale glanced in He Min's direction and saw that He Min's work clothes were slightly open, with the buttons of her shirt inside buttoned very low, exposing a large area of ​​snow-white skin. It was very eye-catching, but Sheng Jiale was a man who had seen big scenes and would not be distracted by such a scene.

He Min, who was cleaning, secretly glanced at Sheng Jiale and saw that Sheng Bai was still sitting on the sofa very calmly, drinking tea, while walking outside from the desk and continuing to wipe.

However, this time, her face was facing Sheng Jiale instead of her buttocks. At this time, Sheng Jiale raised his head again and immediately turned his face away, feeling embarrassed to continue staring. He couldn't help but cough twice to remind He Min:
"Ahem, He Min, I still have some things to deal with outside. After you clean up the table, remember to drink this cup of fragrant tea. It's good for your health."

"I'm going out first."

After Sheng Jiale finished speaking, he stood up and left the office.

In Wan Chai District, Wei Jixiang was handling matters in the office.

Wei Jixiang sat on the chair, his face full of fatigue. He knocked his head with a headache, took out a cigarette from his arms, lit it slowly, and said to the lawyer in front of him:
"I'm so troublesome every day. Please deal with anything quickly. I still want to go home and sleep."

Ruby, who was in front of Wei Jixiang, heard these words and smiled and shook her head at Wei Jixiang:

"I'm afraid that won't work. Dahong's teacher wants to meet with the parents at twelve o'clock."

Wei Jixiang knocked on the table impatiently and said to Ruby:

"You can just go."

Ruby spread her hands and looked at Wei Jixiang with a helpless look on her face:

"The teacher said that he must see you this time."

Wei Jixiang's face was full of helplessness. He grinned and rubbed his aching head with his hands:

"It's troublesome enough."

At three o'clock in the afternoon, the school bell rang and groups of students rushed out of the school.

However, at this time, there was a student standing in the teacher's office. He looked a little fat, with his hands behind his back. There were several scars on his face and forehead, but they had already scabbed over. This student was Wei Jixiang's son Dahong. Sitting next to him were the teacher, Wei Jixiang and Ruby.

"Mr. Wei, Wei Dahong usually has good grades, but I found that he has a tendency to be violent. If a classmate disagrees with him, he will beat them up."

The teacher sat in the office chair and said to Wei Jixiang in front of him. Wei Jixiang looked a little tired. He looked at Dahong standing beside him, narrowed his eyes, and asked him:
"Why did you hit someone?"

Da Hong lowered his head and said in a low voice:

“They say you are a bad person.”

Wei Jixiang scratched his head when he heard this and looked at the teacher beside him:

"When children are bullied, they will definitely fight. Saying I am a bad person is really boring."

As Wei Jixiang spoke, he took out a pack of cigarettes from his mouth. However, what he didn't know was that while he was doing this, the teacher in front of him saw the fierce tattoo on Wei Jixiang's body.

The questioning look on the teacher's face suddenly became a little flustered.

Wei Jixiang did not notice these, but took out a cigarette from the cigarette box and put it in his mouth, and continued to say to the teacher:

"If you are always free, take care of other students."

After saying that, he looked at Ruby beside him:

"Is there a fire?"

Ruby reached out and took the cigarette from Wei Jixiang's mouth:
"There's no fire. You can't smoke here."

"Is there any mistake?"

Wei Jixiang brushed his hands across his face, looking troubled, and at this moment, the phone in his pocket rang:

"Excuse me."

After saying hello, Wei Jixiang took out his phone from his pocket and answered the call:
"Why are you pretending, Zhu Geliang? He came to me for what?"

"What, little bully, he's doing this again, I'm going to teach him a lesson."

"Come on, help me gather some men, I will kill him..."

After Wei Jixiang hung up the phone, everyone looked aside and saw the teacher who was already stunned and trying hard to hide his panic:

"Teacher, where were we just now?"

The teacher quickly put away the expression on his face and said to Wei Jixiang with some hesitation:
"Tell me... we just talked about how some classmates said you were a bad person."

"Well...actually I think their view is a little wrong."

After the teacher finished speaking, an awkward smile appeared on his face.

Wei Jixiang didn't care about this at all and looked at Ruby standing next to him:
"I heard it. To be honest, I don't look like a bad person. In fact, I quite like this teacher teaching my son. She is quite sensible."

After picking up Dahong from school, Wei Jixiang came to Uncle Hongtaimei's villa.

The villa is very lively today. There are many children playing in the swimming pool outside, and there are two maids in the villa who are busy cooking.

Wei Jixiang walked towards the inner room. At this time, all the bigwigs of Hongtai had already sat down here to eat. A wide variety of exquisite delicacies were displayed on the table.

Wei Jixiang had already entered the room, and he hurriedly thought of becoming the boss and greeted:
"Uncle Mei, Uncle Fei, Brother Bao, Brother Taizi, Brother Fa..."

The big guys all looked at Wei Jixiang and nodded to him, then started to clink glasses and taste the food on the table.

But in this atmosphere that should be enjoyed, there was a scene that was extremely discordant. There was a man in the room who was covered with a sack, and two younger brothers were constantly waving metal bats in their hands and beating the man in the sack:

"Speak, speak quickly."

But no matter how hard the younger brother beat the man, even though the sack was already covered in blood, the man in the bag did not make any sound except for groaning.

Ah Bao, who was originally sitting at the table enjoying the food, frowned and looked at the man in the bag who refused to speak. He could no longer hold back his anger and yelled at the two younger brothers:
"let me."

Then Ah Bao stood up and walked towards the bag, punching and kicking it, roaring as he beat it:

"Fuck you, I really don't believe you. Will you tell me? Will you tell me?"

"Zhao, do you think I dare not kill you?"

Uncle Mei, who was sitting in the main seat, wiped his mouth with a tissue after hearing what Ah Bao said, and said lightly:

"Abao, his mouth is blocked, what can I say?"

"Kid, if you want to speak, just nod your head, otherwise I will beat you to death."

After hearing Uncle Mei's words, the man in the sack nodded twice with all his strength.

The two younger brothers beside him untied the bag and saw that the man was wearing a yellow shirt. He looked extremely miserable. There was no intact part of his body. His head was full of blood, which was still flowing out. They removed the cloth stuffed in his mouth.

Uncle Mei took a puff of the cigar in his hand and asked calmly:
"Little Overlord, where will you be tonight?"

The yellow-clothed boy was breathing heavily, and even his voice was a little unclear:
"I will die if I tell it."

The fat uncle stuffed a mouthful of beef into his mouth:
"If you don't tell me, you'll die faster."

At this time, Wei Jixiang also quickly took over the conversation and pointed at the yellow-clothed boy:
"Uncle Fei is right. It's useless even if you don't die. You still follow someone like Little Overlord who is a traitor?"

Then the yellow-clothed boy raised his head with all his strength and looked at Wei Jixiang, saying in a pleading tone:

"Brother Xiang, I still have a wife and children."

The prince, who had been sitting on the sidelines without saying anything, finally couldn't help himself and pulled out a silver firearm from his pocket, cursing and shouting:

"Fuck you, this is a bunch of bullshit. Catch him and I'll kill him."

Seeing a firearm pointed at his head, the yellow-clothed boy couldn't help but tremble all over in fear of death, and screamed loudly:

"Don't kill me, don't kill me."

"Brother Prince, please let me go and don't kill me."

The young man in yellow was really scared. Faced with the fear of death, his emotions were close to collapse. Even his own physiology was out of control. A fishy smell mixed with the smell of blood flowed out of the cloth bag.

If someone plays the villain, then naturally someone plays the hero. Uncle Mei shook the ash from his cigar and said calmly:
"Forget it, we are one family after all."

Then, Uncle Mei stood up and pointed at the boy in yellow with a cigar:
"You know, kid, that the little bully took more than 200 of our heads and ran away, causing us at Hongtai to lose all our reputation. If you tell us the truth now, you can atone for your sins."

"I'll give you 300,000 yuan in cash and a plane ticket to Taiwan. Then you can take your wife and children over and live and work in peace. Isn't that great?"

Wei Jixiang also quickly echoed:
"Hurry up and tell me, there is a way out but you don't take it, what are you doing?"

After hearing such generous conditions, the younger brother in yellow finally spoke:

"Little Bully, he will go to the chicken and duck pen to collect the debt at three o'clock this afternoon."

After hearing the news he wanted, Uncle Mei finally broke into a smile on his face, and he just winked at his younger brother behind him.

The metal baseball bat swung down, and the life of the boy in yellow ended.

Wei Jixiang, who was standing by, couldn't help but cover his mouth with his hands when he saw this scene, his face full of pity.

Uncle Mei returned to his seat and looked at the people present:
"Who's going to kill him at the chicken pen at three this afternoon?"

After hearing Uncle Mei's words, the prince immediately smiled and said:

"Ah Xiang, Ah Xiang is the best." (End of this chapter)