Hong Kong Film: The Positive Energy System of the Hongxing Boss

Hongxing Business Consulting Company.

This is what Fengyun has done to whitewash his industry.

To put it bluntly, the so-called consulting company is to collect protection fees.

It just changed the name of protection fees to business consulting fees, which suddenly became more prestigious.

The office of the consulting company is also in Hongxing Law Firm, and the legal person is Song Zihao.

As a professional manager who has made a counterfeit banknote group bigger and stronger, it is natural for Song Zihao to manage a small consulting company.

Fengyun said that he would not let him get involved in corruption again, so business consulting fees are legal income.

As for why dance halls and entertainment clubs need to pay for business consulting, maybe their bosses’ heads are caught in the door panels?

There is no law in Hong Kong Island that the boss’s head cannot be caught in the door panels.

"Boss," Song Zihao hesitated.

Now the boss is called very smoothly, without any sense of obstruction.

"Brother Hao, we brothers should speak directly if there is anything to say, don't be so hesitant."

Song Zihao suddenly said seriously: "Boss, I found someone selling goods in our yard. Although this thing has a big profit, it harms people a lot..."

Fengyun was speechless.

"Brother Hao, do you mean that I allowed this?"

Song Zihao was silent and did not answer.

In Causeway Bay, who dares to come to his yard to sell goods without Fengyun's permission? Do they think their lives are too long?

Song Zihao knew that the profit of that thing was too high, and few bosses could control it.

"Brother Hao, go and catch people for me. All those who sell goods in our yard, no, in the whole Causeway Bay, catch them all.

No evidence is needed, as long as there is suspicion, catch them all, and I will slowly identify them one by one."

Fengyun said with gritted teeth.

Now he was also very curious, who was so disrespectful to his brother Fengyun that he actually sold goods in his place?

Song Zihao's work efficiency was still very efficient. That night, Song Zihao led a group of younger brothers to send the 10 or so bastards who were caught to an underground warehouse.

Fengyun lit a cigarette, took a deep puff, and then gently exhaled a big smoke ring.

He said indifferently to the dozen or so bastards who were caught: "No need to introduce who I am, I'll give you a chance, tell me, who instructed you to come to my place to sell goods?"

"Boss Fengyun, I deserve to die, I was just confused for a while." A bastard tried to quibble.

"Come on, throw this dead punk into the sea to feed the turtles."

Fengyun does things without evidence, just subjective opinion is enough.

Immediately, two big men with dragon and tiger tattoos dragged the bastard out.

"Boss Fengyun, I was wrong, I was really wrong, I will confess."

However, Fengyun did not give him any chance.

If one less of these bastards is the greatest contribution to society.

"I have given you the opportunity, you can cherish it or not, it's up to you." Fengyun said calmly.

"Next."

Another bastard was dragged up.

"Tell me, who ordered you?" Fengyun asked again indifferently.

With the previous experience, this bastard no longer dared to take the blame on himself casually. Facing this killing god of Causeway Bay, this could really kill people.

"Yes, yes,"

Perhaps, he was already scared. The bastard said several yeses, but still didn't say who it was.

Fengyun was a little impatient. He didn't have much patience for these dead bastards.

If one less of these people, the air would become fresher.

"What is it? It's your sister. Drag her down and bury her."

After being threatened by Fengyun, the bad boy became more energetic and directly revealed the person behind him.

"Yes, Brother Gandhi asked me to sell her." The bad boy finally revealed the mastermind behind the scenes.

Fengyun frowned. The name Gandhi sounded familiar to him, but he couldn't remember it for a moment.

Song Zihao, the butler, did a good job. He whispered in Fengyun's ear: "Boss, it's the triad in Tsim Sha Tsui. There are four bosses under the Ni family, one of whom is this Gandhi."

Fengyun was even more confused.

This Gandhi, he was so bold, why would he come to provoke him for no reason?

"Did Gandhi tell you personally?" Fengyun asked again.

The bad boy shook his head again.

"No, how can I meet the boss with my status? It was Sang Biao, one of the boss's subordinates, who told me that the boss wanted to ship the goods in Causeway Bay, so we, his subordinates, helped him to disband."

"Gandhi also asked you guys to come"Bulk goods?" Fengyun pointed at a row of hooligans kneeling on the ground and asked. "Yes, yes, the boss asked us to do it." These hooligans were shaking like quails. Fengyun was even more confused. If Gandhi wanted to enter the Causeway Bay market, he could understand that he would only send one or two hooligans to test the waters at a time. Everyone knows that his brother Fengyun is the most resistant to flour in the Hong Kong community. But Gandhi did it, and sent more than a dozen at a time, obviously to slap him in the face. Something is wrong, very wrong. Fengyun felt that Gandhi might have been used as a gun without his knowledge. "Are there any of you who were told to do this by Gandhi himself? "Feng Yun asked again.

This time, everyone shook their heads like rattles.

Some said it was Brother Sang Biao who ordered it, some said it was Brother Da Ma who ordered it, and some said it was Brother Lao Hu who said it.

Although these people all pointed to Gandhi, Feng Yun thought that Gandhi would not be so stupid if he could be the boss of a place.

Song Zihao also whispered in Feng Yun's ear: "Boss, based on my intuition, I think there is something strange about this matter. Someone wants to use you as a gun and instigate you to deal with Gandhi."

As a famous professional manager in the underground world, Song Zihao's intuition is quite accurate.

"I think so too. Gandhi is a boss after all, so he would not act so stupidly."

"Ah Hao, find Gandhi's phone number. I want to talk to him. "

Feng Yun never wastes his brain on things that he can't figure out for the moment.

Wouldn't it be better to ask the person involved directly about this kind of thing? It saves me from making wild guesses here.

A minute later, Gandhi's phone was connected.

He was playing mahjong with the other three bosses. He lost money and was obviously in a bad mood.

At this time, he saw an unfamiliar number calling in and immediately picked up the phone impatiently.

"Hello, who is it? If you have something to say, say it quickly, and if you have something to say, say it quickly!"

Feng Yun was rebuked for no reason and was very stunned. It has been a long time since anyone dared to talk to him like this.

"Gandhi, I am the Feng Yun of Causeway Bay."