Hong Kong Film: I, Ah Ting, Start with Business

"Come on, it's time to fire the gun."

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Chapter XNUMX Harvest, in charge of the leading stick

When Wang Ting came to the luxury box, the noise had disappeared.The scene was dead silent, and the needle drop could be heard.

"Brother Ting!"

"Brother Ting!"

The younger brothers upstairs lowered their heads and said respectfully.

Wang Ting nodded and glanced here.

Uncle Quan's bodyguard and manager were pulled out of the box by the beatings. At this moment, their necks were all held by knives, and their faces were extremely ugly.

"Big, big brother... How much protection do you want?" The manager frowned, and he was actually scared to cry by this scene.

"I have an old mother and a child, and they have no one to support me when I die, big brother."

Wang Ting wanted to walk directly into the box, but suddenly stopped when he heard his words.

"You want to pay my protection fee?" A playful smile appeared on his face, and then he signaled the beside him to remove the sword.

After the Kandao on his neck left, the manager knelt down to Wang Ting with a thud and said in a trembling voice.

"Brother, how much do you want? I'll give it to you, don't kill me, please."

Wang Ting twitched the corners of his mouth. He looked at Ah Xiang behind him and asked, "Do I look like a murderer?"

Ah Xiang didn't look sideways, and said loudly: "Brother Ting is wise, wise and suave, he is the number one handsome man in Hengji..."

Before he could finish speaking, he was kicked away by Wang Ting.

He laughed and scolded: "Stinky boy, full of glib tongue."

Wang Ting turned his head and looked at him: "Do you really want to pay my protection fee?"

The manager nodded frantically.

He put his hand on the manager's shoulder and said lightly, "Then go get the best red wine in your store, do you hear me?"

The best... red wine?

Hearing this, the manager hesitated: "How much do you want?"

"One bottle is enough. Hurry up, my patience is limited." Wang Ting said.

Hearing the words, the manager stood up in a hurry. He didn't care about his image, rushed to a counter, called "XNUMX" to open the door, and took out a wooden box.

Ah Xiang walked over, snatched his wooden box, opened it, and said with a wide-eyed smile, "Bordeaux in 86, Brother Ting, it's really a good thing."

According to the current price, the price of this bottle of wine should be around XNUMX Hong Kong dollars.

Wang Ting picked up two clean wine glasses from the counter, then took the bottle of Bordeaux, and ordered.

"Watch them."

After speaking, he adjusted his clothes and walked into the box.

After opening the door, Wang Ting saw Uncle Quan sitting in the box, and there were two sisters who accompanied the wine with pale faces.

He pointed to the door.

"You can go out now."

Wang Ting's words fell in their ears like the sound of nature, Ayun and Amei abandoned Uncle Quan without hesitation, and hurriedly saluted Wang Ting. ,

"Thank you bro, thank you bro."

After the two girls went out, Wang Ting, regardless of Uncle Quan's blue face, picked up the bottle opener on the table and opened the red wine.

"Bordeaux in 86, try it." He then poured a glass for Uncle Quan.

If this scene had been placed in the past, Uncle Quan might have praised Wang Ting for being sensible.

But now, he snorted coldly and said, "Murderous Ting, what do you mean?"

Wang Ting said with a smile: "Grandpa has just been buried today, and Uncle Quan came to Dunhuang to sing. It's really interesting."

Uncle Quan was about to get angry when he heard the words, when he suddenly remembered these menacing people, he endured and said in a low voice.

"Brother Min and I are brothers and sisters. I'm also very sad when he has an accident. Wang Ting, don't make a fuss about it!"

Wang Ting said with a smile: "Uncle Quan is a man and a person with a true temperament. How can I make a fuss about this kind of thing?"

He paused and said, "So I heard that Uncle Quan was here, and I rushed over to drink with you without stopping."

With that said, he picked up the red wine in the glass and took a sip.

Of course Uncle Quan wouldn't believe his nonsense. He sneered: "You tied my man and cleared Dunhuang KTV, just to accompany me to drink?"

Wang Ting clapped his hands, and after a while, Ah Xiang took out a mountaineering bag, which was full of money.

"There are five million Hong Kong dollars in it." Wang Ting said.

Hearing the three words five million, Uncle Quan's heart trembled, but he didn't reveal it, just said, "Then what?"

Wang Ting said: "These are the hard work for your three uncles. Please hold a campaign meeting tomorrow."

"What? Tomorrow?"

When Uncle Quan heard this, he jumped up like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, and said angrily, "This is a violation of Hengji's rules, absolutely impossible!"

"Uncle Quan, don't be so excited, sit down and talk."

Wang Ting didn't change his face, but just put his hand on Uncle Quan's shoulder.

The latter was just about to break free, but found that Wang Ting's hand was as cast as iron, and could not move at all.

Wang Ting shook the red wine glass and said lightly:

"Billy and I were the only people who ran for the election. Now that Billy has an accident, it stands to reason that we don't even need to take the steps of the election. Uncle Quan, do you think I'm right?"

Something went wrong, didn't you ask someone to kill you?

Hearing his words, Uncle Quan sneered in his heart.

After being pushed back to his seat by Wang Ting, he whispered, "A Ting, I can't decide this matter alone."

Wang Ting looked at him with a half-smile, "Uncle Quan, I always thought you were very smart. It seems that I overestimated you."

Uncle Quan's forehead burst with blue veins, and his face was ugly: "If you want to be a sitting hall, why don't you wait a few days? Why do you need to embarrass me, an old man?"

Wang Ting shook his head.

The reason why he was in such a hurry was simple.

Grandpa's death caused all parties to covet Hengji.

In the past few days, the entrances of the four areas have been attacked to varying degrees. Of course, this is just a test, but it is difficult to say after a long time.

Wang Ting didn't want to take over a mess by himself.

After he drank the red wine in the glass, he took out something from his pocket and slapped it heavily on the table.

boom!

The voice startled Uncle Quan, and when he turned his head to look at the table, his face turned pale.

A brightly colored firearm sits beside the goblet!

Uncle Quan then remembered that Billy was shot to death by people.

How could I forget that this bastard has a gun?

"Uncle Quan, I have a lot to do tonight. If you can't give me a satisfactory answer, then time is waiting for no one."

Wang Ting said, glanced at the suitcase on the ground, and said, "Right now, the five million is still divided among three people. After a while, I will not guarantee that it will be divided into two people."

Under the offensive of his big stick and candied dates, Uncle Quan's psychological defense line gradually collapsed.

He broke free from the inner battle between heaven and man, licked his lips, and then picked up the red wine that Wang Ting poured for him.

Seeing his actions, Wang Ting showed a satisfied smile on his face.

"That's what smart people do."

After drinking the wine in the glass, Uncle Quan said hoarsely.

"I will do things, but the money is too little. I can't guarantee whether the two old people will agree."

"That's your business." Wang Ting poured him another glass with a smile, and said word by word, "Don't forget, I am the rightful heir of Hengji's 'sitting hall'.

Even without the three of you, I can still take the position, but it's just a little more troublesome. "

Hearing his words, Uncle Quan closed his eyes resignedly.

"I do."

Wang Ting was not surprised by his agreement and said lightly.

"See you in Xiangtang at eight o'clock tomorrow morning, remember, bring the faucet stick."

The dragon head stick is the token of Hengji's 'sitting hall', which has always been kept by the grandpa.Now that Grandpa is dead, the other three old guys must know where the dragon head stick is.

Uncle Quan nodded silently.

......

On the way back, Uncle Quan was sitting in the back car, and the bodyguards in front didn't dare to come out.

After a while, Uncle Quan glanced at the two boxes next to him, slowly took out his mobile phone from his clothes, and dialed the number.

"Hello? Ah Jiu, it's me, Ah Quan."

He paused and said, "Call Ah Tian, ​​you come to my villa."

On the other end of the phone, Uncle Jiu wondered, "Aquan, what time is it? Is there anything I can't do?"

Uncle Quan said solemnly: "Tomorrow? If it is delayed until tomorrow, everything will be over."

Ninth Uncle listened to what he said, and didn't ask any further questions. He only said that he would be there in a while, and then hung up the phone.

In the driving car, a bodyguard couldn't bear it anymore and said, "Uncle Quan, the murderer is too deceiving, why don't we ask someone to do him?"