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

He looked at the ground, blood spots were densely distributed around the Arhat bed, and a shadow was curled up beside the table. Since the lights were turned off, Jinhuan couldn't see who that person was.

But he instinctively had a bad premonition in his heart, he ran over quickly, stepped on the dried blood, and finally saw the whole picture of the shadow.

He couldn't help shouting loudly, "Brother Ponytail!"

Mawei's corpse was leaning against Luohan's bed. He covered his neck with one hand and clutched the broken mobile phone with the other. He looked forward with absent-minded eyes, and the expression on his face seemed to be puzzled.

He wondered why he died, and wondered who was the man behind the scenes who wanted to get rid of him quickly.

Unfortunately, he will never know.

Jin Huan squatted down to observe the breath of the horsetail, his body trembled, then turned his head and shouted at the two stunned little brothers.

"Go and inform the head! Brother Mawei was killed!"

......

Casino top floor.

"Brother Ting, something is bad!"

Ah Xiang pushed open the door and came to the office with a solemn expression.

Wang Ting was drinking tea while looking at the scenery outside the floor-to-ceiling window. Seeing his appearance, he said, "What's wrong?"

"The hall master of Xihuan, Mawei was found dead in his lair by his younger brother today!" Ah Xiang said.

"What?" Wang Ting raised his head when he heard the words, and said in 'surprised', "Aren't you joking?"

Luo Xiaoniu stood beside Wang Ting, and when he heard the conversation between the two, he just blinked, and there was no wave on his face.

He didn't tell Axiang Adong about getting rid of Mawei.

It wasn't that he had any opinion on the two of them. In fact, Wang Ting would tell him to do things that were inconvenient to put on the spot for more than 25 years.

And this kind of thing, naturally, the less people know about it, the better.

If it were Axiang and Adong, they would be Wang Ting's most trusted right-hand man.

Then he and the dumb girl are the shadows behind Wang Ting.

The two parties perform their respective duties and do not conflict with each other.

Wang Ting pondered for a while and said, "Ah Xiang, call everyone in Xiangtang to gather, and also call Adong over."

"Okay, Brother Ting."

When Ah Xiang heard the words, he immediately went down to prepare to go.

In the office, Wang Ting looked at Luo Xiaoniu playfully, then got up and said.

"Let's go too."

Luo Xiaoniu nodded respectfully: "As ordered, Brother Ting."

Half an hour later, Hengji Xiangtang.

Wang Ting sat in the main seat, with A Xiang and A Dong in neat suits standing behind him.

The uncle and the hall masters were seated on both sides.

The atmosphere in Xiangtang was very solemn. After waiting for everyone to arrive, Wang Ting spoke leisurely.

"Have you checked the matter? Who is so bold and dare to touch our Hengji?"

Mawei was brought up by Uncle Tian. After this happened, he naturally went to the boxing ring as soon as possible.

At this moment, Uncle Tian was full of anger.

"Not yet, but this killer who has suffered thousands of knives is too presumptuous, A Ting, I suggest that this matter be thoroughly investigated, otherwise our Heng Kee name will stink!"

He had to be angry. After quitting Hengji's power circle in the future, Mawei was the one who wanted to give him a 'retirement'. As a result, Mawei died like this. How can Uncle Tian be reconciled?

Uncle Quan also agreed: "This matter is too much, and the murderer must not be allowed to go unpunished."

Wang Ting nodded when he heard the words, then swept around the others and said, "What about other people's opinions?"

The rest of the senior executives looked at each other in dismay, and ultimately did not speak.

When such a big thing happened, Hengji absolutely had to track down the murderer, otherwise what would the rest of the younger brothers think of them?They just can't figure it out.

Although Mawei is the hall master, he has been in peace for several years, and he has not made any big moves at all. Why did he die tragically in his old lair?Who is it that wants him to die?

Wang Ting nodded.

"The murderer who killed Mawei will not let it go. Please rest assured. In addition, there is one more thing-"

He changed his words and said, "When Mawei dies like this, there will be no one to talk to in the entire Xihuan Hall. If things go on like this, the whole Xihuan will be in chaos."

Uncle Quan wondered: "You mean..."

"Western Ring cannot be without an owner for a day."

Wang Ting smiled slightly: "Well, I propose that Adong should be the head of the West Ring."

As soon as these words came out, the whole room fell silent.

Uncle Tian raised his brows, just as he was about to speak, he was pulled by Uncle Quan beside him.

Uncle Tian turned his head angrily and saw Uncle Quan shaking his head sternly at him.

The latter was slightly startled, then sighed and stopped talking.

In all fairness, it was actually more appropriate for Adong to be the hall owner of the Western District.

On the one hand, Adong is Hengji's double-spend red stick. He is not only strong, but also has made great achievements for Hengji.Among the younger generation of Hengji, Adong is very famous.

On the other hand, this is the first personnel appointment led by Wang Ting since he became a museum.Besides, the Lord has already suffered a vendetta, and there is no conflict with the interests of other people.

As long as the people present are not confused, they have no reason not to support Wang Ting.

Wang Ting's eyes slowly swept across the crowd. They either bowed their heads and said nothing, or smiled at Wang Ting.

For a while, no one spoke against the proposal.

"Since everyone has no opinion, then it's settled."

When Wang Ting said this, he said lightly, "Adong."

A Dong suddenly appeared behind him and said loudly, "Brother Ting!"

He pointed to one side and wrote lightly, "Sit next to Brother Yaowen."

"Yes!"

Adong didn't care about other people's eyes, he came to the table with a golden knife, bowed his hands to everyone, and said.

"Xihuan Hall Master Adong, I have seen you all."

After he finished speaking, he sat down without being arrogant.

Seeing this scene, Wang Ting showed a smile.

"Anyone else?"

The atmosphere at the long table was solemn, but no one spoke.

In the end, Brother Yaowen couldn't help breaking the deadlock.

"A Ting, how do you check about the horsetail?"

Wang Ting said with a smile, "I have my own concerns about this matter. Okay, everyone, let's end the meeting."

When the Xiangtang people were almost gone, Wang Ting stopped Adong.

"Brother Ting, thank you." Adong was very excited.

Wang Ting patted him on the shoulder, and said earnestly, "What I'm giving you is just right and proper. How to control the West Ring depends on your performance, prepare well, and don't lose the chain."

"Don't worry, Brother Ting." Adong clenched his fists and said word by word, "I will definitely handle this matter beautifully!"

Seeing the back of his leaving, Wang Ting showed a smile.

This kid, it's finally a bit of a look.

......

In the afternoon, Adong led dozens of younger brothers and drove to the Western Ring Road.

The Tangkou of the Western Ring is located in the urban area, below an office building.

When Adong came downstairs, there was a group of bad-looking fighters standing at the door.

"Is the golden ring in the western ring on it?" Adong asked in front of Dazai after getting off the bus.

Dazai looked at him up and down and scolded, "What are you? We won't be picking up customers today, get out!"

"No guests?"

Hearing these three words, a smile appeared on Adong's face.

You don't have to think about it to know that the content of the morning meeting must have reached Jin Huan's ears. Now this behavior is clearly to make a mess for him.

The beggars who were guarding the door saw that Adong hadn't left, so they walked over one after another.

Adong stopped the younger brother who was about to come forward, then unbuttoned the suit and said lightly, "I am the current Hall Master of Xihuan. If you insist on stopping me, don't blame me for not reminding you."

The beaters looked stagnant, then glanced at each other, gritted their teeth and said:

"What is the current Hall Master of Xihuan? Brother Mawei died less than a day ago. Brother Jinhuan said that there can be no new Hall Master in such a short period of time. You are fake! Brothers, give it to me!"

"Oh? Fake? It seems that you are trying to disobey the order to sit in the hall."

When Adong said this, he suddenly rushed up like a hungry tiger.

"Bang, bang, jump..."

The four boys at the door hadn't realized what was going on, and they felt the world was spinning.

The beaters showed pain and surprise.

They had heard of Adong's double-flowered red stick and knew that he was very strong, but they didn't expect the four of them to shoot together, and they would not be able to escape the end of being overturned on the ground.

This guy...so strong.

"Go up and catch that bastard for me." Adong said coldly.

"Yes, Brother Dong!"