Chapter 170: Why panic? "it is good." Just when Lin Zehao wanted to say something, the car phone rang and he had no choice but to answer the call. "Brother Hao, it's just as you expected. The martial arts world is in chaos now. The news that Shenghe lost his dragon head stick is all over the streets." "Now all the big and small societies have taken action. On the surface, they are all under the banner of helping us find the dragon head stick, but in fact they have their own ulterior motives." "There are several gangs like the Number Gang, Hung Hing, Tung Sing, Sun Kee, and even those with the same name as Hutchison. The rest of the smaller gangs are too numerous to count." Li Wenbin on the other end of the phone sounded worried and his brows were tightly furrowed. In the morning alone, he received more than twenty calls. They sounded like expressions of concern, but in fact they were all trying to test the reaction of their boss. Lin Zehao could tell that Li Wenbin was not in a good state, so he pretended to be relaxed and said, "What are you afraid of?" "It's just a broken stick. Does it look so impressive to hold it?" “These people think they see an opportunity, but what have we actually lost?”
After a pause, Lin Zehao continued: "Don't panic, the boss is here, everything will go according to the established plan." "Immediately mobilize the merchants under your control and ask if they have seen any suspicious persons. Make sure the people under you pay attention to their attitude and methods, and don't take your anger out on the merchants." "Remember, don't be led by this stick. Do what you normally do. As long as I'm here, Shenghe will remain Shenghe. The sky won't fall." Lin Zehao now admires the instigator of this incident. He actually wanted to use the dragon head stick to make people in the martial arts world move, and even wanted to put He Shenghe at the center of the vortex. Unfortunately, the other party miscalculated one thing, that is, Lin Zehao did not value this stick at all. If he could find one, that would be the best. Even if he couldn't find one in the end, he would just ask a carpenter to make a new one. Anyway, only the stick in his hand is the real dragon head stick! "I see, Brother Hao, I was thinking a little off the track..." After hearing the words of his boss, Li Wenbin let out a long sigh and threw away all the messy thoughts in his mind. When he first heard the news, he was extremely anxious, like an ant on hot pan. All the calmness and indifference were thrown out of the window. As a top student at the University of Hong Kong, Li Wenbin understood all those principles, but when he encountered such things, he just couldn't do it. On the other hand, his own boss remained extremely calm from beginning to end, and even his tone did not fluctuate at all. Just a few words were enough to calm Li Wenbin down. The words "the sky will not fall" made Li Wenbin choke up a little. It's not that he is sentimental, but it's true that in a person's life, if he can have a big man like this who can unconditionally protect you from the wind and rain at any time, it is absolutely rare! This can no longer be described by simple personal charm. It can only be said that some people are born to be bosses. After hanging up the phone, Li Wenbin immediately began to execute the orders of his boss. Following Lin Zehao's words, the entire Heshenghe began to operate in an orderly manner. It's like a huge machine, in which everyone plays a different part. And Lin Zehao is the master who controls the machine! "This time, you and Ah Le will lead the team, bringing Datou and Dadi, plus the newly emerged Dongguan boy."
"Qiang will be in charge of weapons. Feel free to ask for anything you want." After Lin Zehao gave a few instructions, Chen Guoqiang and Feiji got into another car and turned around to the meeting point. As soon as we get the news, we will set off immediately to take back the dragon head stick! Lin Zehao, on his part, went to the bidding site according to the established plan. Soon, the car arrived at the scene. Just as Lin Zehao was about to get out of the car, he saw a group of reporters swarming towards him. A Mai quickly closed the car door to protect the safety of his boss. Just as he was about to scold them, he found that these reporters didn't even look at him, but went straight towards the BMW 730 in front. In the blink of an eye, the black BMW was surrounded and could not move. Helplessly, the driver could only step on the brakes and asked Li Chaoren in the back seat: "Boss, what should we do now?" "These reporters are really bored. They have been chasing me all this time." "Especially the reporters from ATV, they are just like dog-skin plasters that can't be shaken off." Li Chaoren cursed and spoke with a very ugly look on his face. Ever since the last sewage incident, he has become the new darling of the Hong Kong media. No matter where he went, there was always a group of people following him, which made Li Chaoren, whose wealth had already shrunk due to the stock market crash, even more irritable. Even yesterday, he couldn't control his temper and hit a paparazzi who was following him. When the proposal to settle the matter with banknotes was made, the paparazzi refused to agree to anything and just wanted to make a big fuss about the matter in order to gain greater benefits. Today, the paparazzi even hired a lawyer and sent a lawyer's letter to Cheung Kong Holdings. All these bad things happened one after another, making Li Chaoren's situation, which was already not very good, even worse. As more and more reporters arrived, emotions became more and more excited, the impact became greater and greater, and the car began to shake. The driver was terrified, holding the steering wheel tightly with all his strength, and asked quickly: "Boss, what should we do now?" Li Chaoren waved his hands in annoyance and said, "What do you think? Do you still want to kill all these people?" "Call the police right away and let them handle it." Li Chaoren took off his black-framed glasses, rubbed his eyebrows tiredly, and suddenly felt exhausted. He knew that the instigator of all this was Lin Zehao of Hutchison. Without his intervention, the subsequent series of events would not have happened. Li Chaoren felt extremely resentful about this, but he didn't know how or from which angle to fight back. In terms of wealth, with the plummeting stock price of Cheung Kong Holdings, he may not be a match for Lin Zehao now. Not to mention the means, Lin Zehao has 50,000 disciples, even if one of them spit at him, he would probably be drowned! It seems that no matter how they compare, Li Chaoren can't do anything to Lin Zehao. He could only comfort himself in his heart that it is never too late for a gentleman to take revenge.
As soon as this thought came to mind, Li Chaoren remembered that Lin Zehao seemed to be only 20 years old this year, while he himself was already in his early 50s. Ten years later, Lin Zehao is in his prime and will most likely achieve greater success than he does now, but he is now in his sixties and waning years. Thinking of this, Li Chaoren could only sigh, as if lamenting the unfairness of fate. Lin Zehao watched the excitement for a while and was about to get off the car when the car phone rang again. After the call was connected, Li Wenbin's excited voice came out from the receiver. "Brother Hao, I found it!" "We have found out where the dragon head stick is. Do you still remember the fish ball friend from Temple Street?" Hearing this, Lin Zehao's mind instantly emerged with a funny face and those fish balls made of real ingredients and extremely chewy, which were definitely among the top three in Hong Kong Island. Especially the phrase "going through fire and water" is still fresh in his memory. "Of course I remember. What happened? Did he pick up the dragon head stick?" (End of this chapter)
