Hong Kong: When the Wind Rises Again

Chapter 64: Inviting Tea: Plum Blossom Array
The Eighth Prince was dead, and there was no more drama at the dinner. Wu Zhihui made jokes and had a pleasant chat with them, and the atmosphere was lively.

Ren Qingtian was in a good mood today and drank a lot. After finishing the meal, they changed places in front of the tea table.

"Hui Zai."

Ren Qingtian pointed his finger: "You boil water to make tea."

"Ah."

Wu Zhihui nodded and got ready on the side. Soon, the kettle was steaming out: "Brother Tian, ​​let me make tea for you."

"no need."

Ren Qingtian stretched out, pressed the armrest of the seat and patted it: "Huizi, just sit next to me and watch us drink tea."

"Ah."

Wu Zhihui nodded, stood up and sat aside.

"how?"

Ren Qingtian looked at Wu Zhihui who was leaving with a smile, then looked at Feilong, Uncle Xing, and Dasang: "What do you think of Hui Zai?"

Without waiting for their answer, Ren Qingtian said to himself: "I am very satisfied with Hui Zai, and everyone must have seen that after Fa Zai went to the street, I gave him a small piece of land, and he You took good care of it for me."

"I've found a few innocent businesses in my hands, especially helping me solve the nightclub incident."

As he spoke, he began to make tea: "You also know that the wine in the nightclub used to be so fake that sometimes I would have a headache the next day after drinking too many cups."

"But Hui Zai helped me solve this problem. I got along with the wine merchants, and the price didn't go up. It's still real wine. Now when the nightclub bosses see me, they praise Hui Zai, saying that their business now is better than before. They are all prospering a lot."

The tea soup is poured out for the first time, and the tea flows down the tea table. Then boiling water is poured in, and the tea leaves bloom and become light red and yellow.

"Zhengba, this street guy, is another rip-off."

Ren Qingtian looked at the three of them with a smile: "So, I have decided that starting from today, all my territory will be taken care of by Hui Zai. What do you think?"

"Brother Tian, ​​whoever you use your territory can use. It's not up to you to decide."

Da Sang chuckled lightly, lit a cigarette, and puffed away: "Don't talk about this kind of thing, your democracy is a bit fake."

"Hahaha, you like democracy? According to the rules of our club, we must also talk about democracy, right?"

Ren Qingtian laughed again, placed the teapot in the middle, and took out seven teacups, one in the middle and six teacups surrounding it.

He picked up the teapot and filled all the teacups with tea.

"Plum Blossom Formation?"

Da Sang raised his eyebrows and glanced at the place where the teacups were placed on the table. He frowned and glanced sideways at Wu Zhihui, who was sitting beside him: "Brother Tian, ​​what do you mean? Please give me tea?!"

Hongmen Tea Array.

There are many types of Hongmen tea arrays, and different tea arrays will be placed according to needs on different occasions.

Ren Qingtian was displaying the Plum Blossom Formation at this time, which was usually used when electing new talkers.

and so.

When Da Sang saw the tea formation, his brows knitted together subconsciously.

"Hui Zai is my man. He helps me take care of my territory. He will do whatever I say."

Ren Qingtian chuckled: "But, Hui Zai came in late and didn't have enough time. But, since he is now responsible for this piece of land for me, it will definitely not work without a position."

"So, I decided to help him find a job."

Done.

Ren Qingtian picked up the teacup in the middle and stretched out his hand: "Here, please have tea."

Uncle Xing, Fei Long, and Da Sang looked at each other, exchanged glances, and said nothing. The three of them each took a cup of tea from around them, one cup at a time.

During this cup, none of the three expressed their opinions.

After drinking, the teacup returned to its original position.

"Haha." Ren Qingtian drank it all in one gulp, put the teacup back in the middle, took the teapot and started pouring tea again, and chanted unhurriedly:

"The plum blossoms are blooming again and again. The ancients told us about the two plum blossoms. The good jade from the past comes to the stage to say goodbye again. The prime minister appears on the stage to show his talents."

The tea is clear and translucent, reaching eight points again.

"Ha ha."

Da Sang turned sideways and looked sideways at Ren Qingtian: "Since Brother Tian wants to help him find a job, that's okay."

His eyes fell on Wu Zhihui beside him: "Then give him a position as a fourth-year-old boy."

Sijiuzai, an ordinary member of the society.

Ren Qingtian wanted to bring Wu Zhihui up. Wu Zhihui was his man, so Da Mang was naturally unwilling.

"Four-nine boys?"

Ren Qingtian chuckled and shook his head: "Da Mang, you still misunderstood what I meant."

"Did I said wrong thing?!"

Da Sang leaned forward and said tit for tat: "What is it if it's not [-]? Are you like [-] like me?"

Four, three, two, straw sandals. Most of them have a wide range of friends and are familiar with people from all walks of life. Even if they are in trouble, they can easily find people for help.

Ren Qingtian said nothing and looked at him.

"The [-] white paper fan is the same as Uncle Xing, can Wu Zhihui do it?! Is he qualified?"

Da Sang gritted his teeth and took a puff of his cigarette: "Feilong is a [-] red stick. Can Wu Zhihui be compared with Feilong? Can he be so good at playing? He can't play any position."

talking.

He looked at Wu Zhihui and patted Feilong's bulging muscle arm: "Have you seen your brother Feilong? Remember back then, when he was carrying a chopping knife and cut down 20 people to break out of the siege!"

"Which of these three positions can you claim?"

The red stick is a position that many people dream of. As for the double-flower red stick, few people can reach this position. They must have made great contributions to the society to be qualified to be called the double-flower.

Some people also say that Shuanghuahongguan has helped two societies and made contributions to both societies. Only when both societies recognize and give their names can they be called the real Shuanghuahongguan.

As for the white paper fans, they usually use their brains, are eloquent and understand the rules of the world, are older and have a higher status.

Uncle Xing is in this position, which is why Uncle Xing can often accuse Da Sang, but Da Sang does not dare to reply.

"Here, please have tea."

Ren Qingtian looked at Da Sang who was talking and smiled without saying a word. He stretched out his hand and picked up the tea cup in the middle.

This time.

Feilong and Uncle Xing looked at each other and no longer took the tea at intervals, but took the tea to the right of Ren Qingtian's cup of tea.

Enemies on the left and friends on the right.

"I"

Da Sang shrank his eyes and looked at the two people who were taking the tea. After his expressions changed several times, he gritted his teeth and hesitated with his hand in the air before taking the compromised cup.

"What a great mourning."

Ren Qingtian drank the tea in one gulp, then returned the teacup to its place, placed it again, and filled it up: "If the club wants to develop, it must continuously inject fresh blood."

"Hui Zai's performance is outstanding, that's why I proposed it. We old people must learn to give space to newcomers. Otherwise, who would really help us?"

"Yes, that's what Brother Tian said."

Da Sang gritted his teeth and looked at Ren Qingtian who was speaking, and then at Wu Zhihui sitting in the corner: "That's good."

"Wu Zhihui paid money to the association and gave him a guest position. This way he has a reputation for doing things."

"If I say this, I won't embarrass him, right?"

(End of this chapter)