Chapter 101 Now you are the ones asking me for help, not me asking you for help! There is a Guqi restaurant, with private room 888 on the second floor. Lin Zehao sat in the main seat, with Xiang Yan and Xiang Bo sitting next to him. In front of each of them was a small hot pot with a clear soup base. On the table were several plates of freshly cut beef and mutton, chrysanthemum, spinach, lettuce, loofah slices, water spinach, etc. Luo Tianhong stood behind his boss with a stern face, and he was sure to respond immediately if any situation occurred. "I wonder if you have something to discuss with me this time?" Lin Zehao picked up a piece of beef and dipped it three times in the boiling pot. When the beef just turned pink, he picked it up, dipped it in shacha sauce, and put it in his mouth. The taste buds suddenly explode, and the fresh beef and shacha sauce are perfectly integrated after a fierce collision. At this moment, the brain feels more than just a word of wonderful! "It's nothing serious, I just wanted to talk to you. Wo Shing Wo is now the only one in Yau Tsim Mong. It's very popular. I don't know how many clubs are eyeing it." "It's just that during this period, both Xinji and Hongxing were in trouble. The Number Gang has always been a loose group with little cohesion, so you have been able to sit back and relax." "However, if we wait until the major societies have resolved their current problems, will they still allow you to monopolize Yau Tsim Mong?"
Xiang Yan picked up some spinach, rinsed it in the pot, and put it into his mouth. "Are you threatening me?" Lin Zehao put down the chopsticks in his hand, picked up the napkin beside him and wiped his mouth. His tone was flat and it was impossible to tell whether he was happy or angry. In an instant, the atmosphere changed abruptly, and the originally happy scene became a little depressing. Originally, Xiang Yan just wanted to try to gain the upper hand in words, but now he actually felt a little regretful. Under Lin Zehao's powerful aura, he had really felt the pressure. Especially when he set his eyes on Luo Tianhong standing aside, he was afraid that the other party would draw his sword and kill him in the next second. At this time, Xiang Bo spoke up, "Don't be angry, my brother didn't mean that. Since we can all sit together and have hotpot, we definitely don't have any intention of threatening you." "Actually, my brother is also thinking about you. After all, no matter how powerful you are, how many arrows can you block? Even if you are made of iron, how many nails can you hammer into the ground?" "If things really develop to that point, and we at Xinji stand on your side, then you will be truly invincible." Hearing this, Lin Zehao was basically certain that the other party must have something to ask of him, so he was not in a hurry, but just asked back: "You new reporter? I'm afraid it doesn't include the Lin family." Ever since the incident between Lin Jinghong and Axe Jun, the relationship between the Lin family and the Xiang family has further deteriorated. Because of Peng, Lin Zehao successfully pinned the blame of Axe Jun's death on Lin Jinghong, and deliberately let Xiang Yan find out. Anyway, the culprit of this incident is indeed Lin Jinghong, and he has already fallen down, so there is absolutely no evidence to prove him. As a result, Xiang Yan and Lin Shixia became increasingly hostile to each other, and their subordinates even engaged in a small-scale fight some time ago. Although no one was beheaded, the impact within Xinji was still enormous. Originally, the conflict between the Xiang family and the Lin family was just buried underwater, and on the surface they still looked like a family, which at least did not affect the normal operation of the society. But now that the organization has turned from covert to overt, not only has the society become inefficient in handling various affairs, but it has also caused many low-level gang members to face the problem of choosing sides, and their combat effectiveness cannot be guaranteed at all. At this time, those who are not strong enough have no right to be centrists. They are either one or two, or the first one to be killed by both sides is neutral. "Xin Ji's surname is still Xiang now, and it will remain Xiang in the future."
Xiang Yan's face looked grim as Lin Zehao hit his sore spot. He chewed the beef in his mouth with big mouthfuls, trying to vent his anger in this way. "No matter what, Sun Kee is one of the four major societies in Hong Kong Island. If we stand on the side of Wo Shing Wo in the Yau Tsim Mong incident, other societies will not dare to act rashly even if they have ideas." "After all, when two major societies join forces, even the big brother has to think twice." Xiang Bo stepped forward to talk in time to prevent the situation from deviating from the right direction. Although these words are exaggerated, they are not out of touch with reality. Heshenghe has 50,000 people, and Xinji claims to have 70,000 people. If they can really unite together, it will be a real headache for the boss. However, this is simply unrealistic. Of course Lin Zehao knew this, so he just smiled, said nothing, lit a Marlboro, and started puffing away. "I still say the same thing. Since we and Shing Wo dare to do it and can make it uniform in Yau Tsim Mong, we are not afraid of anyone." "Which club thinks they have the ability? Feel free to come and plant the flag. The one who laughs last will be me, not any of you." "Also, watch your attitude. Now you are the one asking me for something, not me. I don't need you to remember it. You must understand clearly and don't put the cart before the horse!" Lin Zehao certainly knew that owning all the Wo Shing Wo restaurants in Yau Tsim Mong made him stand out like a crane among chickens. This is why he ordered the society to keep a low profile during this period. Moreover, Lin Zehao has been using various means to weaken or indirectly control the other three major societies. As long as these three societies are in chaos, the other small societies will not be a threat at all. As for the promise made by Xinji, it is nothing but bullshit and has no credibility at all. If you are a gangster, don't believe a single word of this, or you will die without knowing how you died. Xiang Yan picked up the beer beside him, drank it all in one breath, burped, looked at Xiang Bo, made up his mind, and said, "You are worthy of being Wei Longhao. You can see our inner thoughts in just a few words. I admire you." Although he said this, in fact, Xiang Yan's heart was filled with only jealousy and fear. As early as when Wei Long Hao had conquered Yau Tsim Mong, Xiang Yan knew that the biggest obstacle to Xin Kee's expansion might be the other party. The original Wo Shing Wo was the second to last among the four major societies, only slightly stronger than the split Hung Hing. However, as Wei Long Hao emerged, he first set up shop in Yau Ma Tei and became the boss of Yau Tsim Mong, and then became the leader of the agent, and then he became the leader of Yau Tsim Mong, integrating his uncles and gaining actual power... After all these things happened, He Shenghe was reborn. Not only did the loyalty of his brothers increase sharply, but their fighting power also became stronger and stronger. Even the income of the bottom-level members has improved qualitatively, and is completely on a different level compared to other societies. And all these changes were brought about by a man named Lin Zehao. Xiang Yan naturally felt jealous about this! "Now that we've come to this, I won't waste any more words. Since you, Wei Long Hao, don't allow He Sheng He to sell its fans, why don't you sell the remaining stock to our Xin Ji? We're even interested in taking over the distribution channels." "To show my sincerity, I can pay the bill with clean money." "I wonder what you think?" As Lin Zehao dealt with his uncle's generation and took complete control of Shing Wo, the whole of Hong Kong Island knew that Wei Long Hao would not touch fans, and his venues would not allow people to spread fans.
Previously, there was a person called 'Da Congming' who was spreading fans at Shenghe's venue, but there was no news from him since then. It is estimated that he was directly forgotten. My computer just froze, luckily it restarted successfully. Today it's 11,000 again. Friends who have monthly tickets, please give a few to the author. Thank you to all the friends who support me. Thank you very much. (End of this chapter)