Chapter 322: There is only one Weilonghao Zheng Yutong waved his hand and said unhappily: "No need to go. With your status, even if you live in the police headquarters building, you can't exert any pressure." "I heard that two security guards died this time, and a salesperson was seriously injured and hospitalized?" Hearing this, the secretary felt a little disappointed. He had originally proposed this plan in order to stay away from Zheng Yutong who was in a bad mood, so as to avoid being used as a punching bag. Now that the plan had failed, he could only be more alert and said carefully: "Yes, two security guards were beaten to death by the bandits, and a female salesperson was hit in the thigh. She has now had her leg amputated..." "Other than that, there were no casualties." At this time, the fax machine started working, and the information of the two security guards who had died and the female salesperson was faxed over. Zheng Yutong picked up the list, glanced at it briefly, and said, "The information shows that the three of them are temporary workers in the gold shop, so they don't enjoy the treatment of formal employees." "For the two security guards who died, each of them will receive 10,000 yuan for funeral expenses. As for the saleswoman, 8,000 yuan will be enough." "Buy some fruit and flower baskets, and arrange for someone to visit."
After hearing this treatment, the secretary was no longer surprised. When the incident happened before, the conditions given by Zheng Yutong were almost the same. The secretary has long been accustomed to this stingy boss. After a pause, Zheng Yutong continued, "By the way, give that female salesperson a few more coupons. If she wants to buy gold jewelry from the company again, she will get a 10% discount." Hearing this, the secretary asked, "What if their families disagree with this condition?" If a person dies at work while performing his duties, he will only be given 10,000 yuan, which is equivalent to less than ten months' salary for a security guard. Any family member with a little common sense would not agree to such compensation conditions. Zheng Yutong waved his hand nonchalantly and said, "Do you still need to ask me about this?" "How did you handle it before? How will you handle it this time?" "Just find a random society and give them some benefits, and the family members will naturally agree honestly." "Understood." The secretary nodded, responded, then turned and walked out. The secretary drove out and came to a bar with ease. The bar was not open at this time, and as soon as the secretary walked to the door, he was stopped by two gangsters with tattoos and messy hair. "Who are you? Don't you know it's non-business hours now?" The younger brother looked the secretary up and down and asked. The secretary was not at all flustered and said, "My boss's surname is Zheng, and he is here to see Prince." Hearing this, another younger brother asked, "You look so elegant and you don't look like a gangster. What do you want from the prince?" The secretary understood immediately, and immediately reached into his pocket, took out two 500-dollar bills, stuffed them into the hands of the two younger brothers, and said, "Please take me to see the prince." The two younger brothers nodded, and one of them said, "Follow me." The younger brother led him through many twists and turns until he came to the door of a private room. Just as he was about to go in, he was stopped by Wei Jixiang who was standing guard at the door and said, "What are you doing? The prince is having sex in there. If you don't want to be hit on the head by a bottle, you'd better wait a while before going in." Then, he turned his gaze to the secretary, looked her up and down, and asked, "Who is this?"
The younger brother who led the way took out a box of Camel from his pocket, took out a cigarette from it, handed it to Wei Jixiang, and said, "There is a business coming to our door." Wei Jixiang held a cigarette in his mouth and nodded, "Wait a moment, I'll talk to the prince for you." "Thank you." The younger brother patted Wei Jixiang's arm and then turned and left. The secretary was about to speak when he saw Wei Jixiang put his index finger in front of his lips, made a gesture for silence, then put his ear to the door of the private room and listened carefully. After a while, a muffled groan that seemed to come out of his throat was heard. Wei Jixiang glanced at the golden Rolex on his wrist and said, "Exactly two minutes, no more, no less." Seeing this, the secretary couldn't help but joked: "Young and Dangerous guys all wear gold Rolexes. It seems that this business is really profitable." Wei Jixiang shook his head and said, "It's a fake watch. I can't even afford the most ordinary steel version, let alone the gold one." Although he had a slight status in Hongle, at best he was only a head higher than the lowest-level 49ers. Even though he had enough food and clothing every month, he could not earn much money. Gold Rolex is still too far away from Wei Jixiang. "Come on, Prince, I'm done now. I'll take you in." As Wei Jixiang spoke, he pushed open the door of the private room and walked in. As soon as I entered the door, I saw a crying woman, covering her face and running out. Wei Jixiang was about to chase her, but was stopped by the prince, "Don't worry about her, she is clearly here to be a hostess, but she is still trying to sell her art but not her body. She simply wants to be a whore and also want to be a saint!" The prince was wearing a colorful shirt with no buttons fastened, revealing his thick chest hair. He had a gold necklace as thick as his little finger on his neck and was holding a cigar of unknown brand in his hand. He looked very arrogant. However, as the leader of Hongtai, the prince's father does have the capital to be arrogant. "Prince brother is really elegant, it's really enviable." After flattering him a little, the secretary sat on the sofa beside him. However, his right hand accidentally pressed on a pool of sticky liquid. He subconsciously put it under his nose to smell it, but smelled a pungent smell and frowned immediately. Under the dim light, the secretary rubbed the unknown liquid in his palm onto the sofa. The prince took a puff of his cigar, put his arm on the back of the sofa, crossed his legs, and said, "Okay, this is not the first time we have met before. What shameful things do you have to come to me for?" The secretary pushed up the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, took out three photos from her bag, pushed them in front of the prince, and said, "These three people were employees of our company before, but now there is an accident. Two died and one was injured. The company also paid for the funeral expenses out of humanitarianism." "However, there are too many unruly people in this world, and we don't want them to take advantage of the company's kindness and ask for more." "So, I hope that Prince Brother can stand up and administer justice." The prince picked up the photo, glanced at it casually, and threw it aside, saying, "It's nothing, this amount." As he spoke, the prince held up five fingers. The secretary took out a stack of Hong Kong dollars from her bag, pushed it in front of the prince, and said, "This is the funeral allowance from the company, and there is also a reward of 50,000 yuan. Prince, please take a look." The prince held the cigar between his fingers, pointed at the secretary, and said, "No need to light it. If you dare to lie to me, I guarantee you won't see the sun tomorrow!" "Since I have accepted the banknotes, I will ensure that the families of these three people will not say anything nonsense." "You should know my abilities."
The secretary nodded and said, "With the prince taking action, everything will be fine." After some more flattery, the secretary took his leave. Wei Jixiang and the prince were the only ones left in the private room. The prince glanced at Wei Jixiang and said, "Haven't you always wanted to stand out? Now I'll give you this opportunity." "I'll leave this to you, is that okay?" During this period of time, Wei Jixiang has been courting the prince. It would be a waste to not use such a piece of cake. "Thank you, Prince Brother, for your help!" Hearing this, Wei Jixiang was very excited, as if he saw a chance to succeed, waving at him. "As long as you know what's going on." After saying this casually, the prince reached into his pocket, took out a crumpled piece of HK$500 paper, threw it on the ground, and said, "This is the cost of your operation. Spend it sparingly and don't be extravagant." "Thank you, Prince." Wei Jixiang squatted down and picked up the Hong Kong dollar paper. After seeing the face value clearly, his face looked a little ugly, but with the dim light as a cover and the prince didn't even look at him, he was not discovered. "Okay, let's get to work." Wei Jixiang nodded, turned and left. The moment he walked out of the private room, Wei Jixiang's face had become as black as the bottom of a pot. At this time, the younger brother who had led the way before walked over slowly, glanced at Wei Jixiang's expression, and asked, "What's wrong? Is the prince in a bad mood?" All of these subordinates knew that whenever the prince was angry, he would take it out on them. "When has he ever felt better in front of people like us?" "Besides, the prince is not a qualified leader at all. I really don't understand why so many people follow him." "If you let me do something, you only give me 500 coins. He spends several thousand yuan on drinking every day!" Perhaps because he had someone to talk to, Wei Jixiang started complaining immediately, and his words were full of dissatisfaction. The younger brother patted his shoulder and said in a low voice: "Do you still want to work in Hongtai in the future? How dare you say such a thing?" "Although the prince is lustful and arrogant, he would beat or scold us, and even raped many of his subordinates' wives and girlfriends..." "But who made his father the leader of Hongtai?" "What does your dad do? He's a big bag carrier at the dock. What about mine? He's just an ordinary taxi driver." At this point, the younger brother sighed, as if expressing his feelings, and said: "These days, it's not about who has the ability, but who has a good rebirth!" "As long as the prince's father remains the leader of Hongtai, even if we don't like him, we can only endure it. There is no other way..." Wei Jixiang retorted: "Who said that? Didn't Wei Longhao of Hutchison fight his way up on his own? From a lowly gangster, it only took him two short years to become the youngest leader of the four major gangs in Hong Kong Island!" “I’ve never heard that Wei Longhao’s success today is due to his father.”
The younger brother asked back: "In the entire Hong Kong community, no, the entire Zhuhai, Hong Kong and Macao, and even Formosa, how many more Weilonghao have emerged?" "On a!" "Let's not talk about the rest of the smaller societies, let's just talk about the four major societies in Hong Kong. Apart from Wei Long Hao, who else got to the top on their own?" Seeing that Wei Jixiang was silent, the younger brother continued, "New reporter Xiang Yan? Number Gang Ge Zhixiong? Or the Jiang brothers from Hongxing?" "I admit that Wei Longhao is very capable, but a man like him is rare, if not only once in a thousand years." "Most people, if they want to get ahead, need to have a good father and a good family, which can save a lot of effort..." At this point, the younger brother felt a little disappointed and said, "My mom told me that when he was young, my dad almost joined a gang and became a gangster." "If I had been able to follow Bo Hao, I would probably be considered a second-generation person now..." Wei Jixiang shook his head and laughed, saying: "If your father had really been a younger brother of Bo Hao, he would probably be in Stanley now." "Okay, I won't talk to you anymore. I have to go do something." Wei Jixiang left the bar, went to a public telephone booth on the street, and made a few calls. Soon, four motorcycles stopped at the door of the bar one after another. There were two people sitting on each motorcycle. "Brother Xiang, everyone is here." The motorcyclists took off their helmets and greeted Wei Jixiang. Wei Jixiang nodded and asked, "Have you brought all the stuff?" The younger brothers pointed under the seat. Wei Jixiang understood and then pushed out a red motorcycle with fancy stickers from the alley. He got on it, took the helmet in his hand and said, "Follow me closely." Afterwards, Wei Jixiang put on his helmet, stepped on the clutch, and turned the accelerator to the bottom. The motorcycle under his crotch was like a red arrow and it rushed out directly. "Follow!" Seeing this, the younger brothers all tightened the accelerator with their right hands, engaged the clutch with their feet, and followed. On the streets, motorcycles kept shuttling between the traffic, looking extremely dangerous and causing countless car owners to curse! However, Wei Jixiang and others thought it was extremely handsome and even took the curses as compliments. Soon, they arrived at the home of the first security guard. It was an extremely old Tang-dynasty building. Wei Jixiang stood downstairs and looked up. It felt as if it was about to collapse. As soon as the group reached the fourth floor, they saw a group of people gathered at the door, crying. "Get out of the way, everyone, Hongtai is doing the job!" The younger brothers drew the machetes from their waists, took out the newspapers that wrapped the blades, and kept waving them and shouting. When the onlookers saw this scene, they quickly made way for a passage.
The younger brothers surrounded Wei Jixiang and came to the family of the deceased. Seeing the middle-aged woman with red and swollen eyes, still sobbing uncontrollably, Wei Jixiang felt a little uncomfortable, but he had a mission to accomplish, so he could only take out a stack of banknotes from his pocket and said, "This is the funeral expenses the company gives you, a total of 10,000 Hong Kong dollars, count it." After hearing this number, the woman was stunned for a moment, and the old man who was comforting the woman also showed an expression of disbelief. The woman was afraid that she had heard it wrong, so she asked quickly, "How much did you say?" Wei Jixiang said with a stern face, "Ten thousand Hong Kong dollars." "This is the current market situation. If you were a boss without conscience, you might not get a penny." "Don't make trouble, just take it!" Then, Wei Jixiang threw the stack of Hong Kong banknotes in front of the woman. "My husband is dead. He was beaten to death by a masked gangster with a gun. He did it to protect the property of the gold shop!" "I'm not asking you guys to be grateful to my man, but why are you not even willing to pay for his life?" "Is a life worth only 10,000 yuan in his eyes?" The woman ignored the silver paper on the ground, and didn't even look at it. Instead, she stared into Wei Jixiang's eyes and spoke every word, like a cuckoo crying blood! The old man next to him also echoed: "My son works very hard every day and would never be lazy or slack off. Did you make a mistake?" "It must be a mistake, right?" Facing the woman's gaze, Wei Jixiang subconsciously shifted his gaze away, not daring to look at her. As for the old man's hopeful eyes, he didn't even dare to face them. Because the truth is always cruel and cold. Wei Jixiang always felt that his conscience was filled with uneasiness when he was looked at by those bloodshot eyes. "It's no use telling me about this. Anyway, you have to accept the banknotes whether you want to or not!" After leaving a few words, Wei Jixiang turned around and left as if escaping, avoiding her gaze and not making any contact with the woman from beginning to end. "Did you hear what my eldest brother said?" "If you dare to talk nonsense again, this will be your fate!" One of the younger brothers said viciously, raised the machete in his hand, and chopped on the door frame with all his strength! In an instant, wood chips flew everywhere, and the middle-aged woman subconsciously protected the old man. At this time, a little girl in a skirt, holding a broom with great effort, trotted over and shouted as she ran: "Don't hurt my mother!" The younger brother at the side snorted coldly and kicked the little girl aside. The little girl hit the door frame and fell unconscious. The patched, starched, yet spotless skirt suddenly had a huge black footprint! "You beasts, you actually attacked a child. I will fight you!" When the woman saw her daughter unconscious, tears immediately welled up in her eyes. She roared and rushed towards the younger brother who had done it.
Women are weak, but they are strong when they become mothers! At this moment, the woman seemed to have unparalleled courage and vowed to defeat the man! However, the physical gap between men and women obviously cannot be easily bridged by courage. Snapped! The idiot swung his arm and slapped the woman directly on the right cheek! The force was so great that the woman was knocked aside. The old woman wanted to help, but another younger brother hit her on the arm with the back of a machete. The pain instantly made her break out in a cold sweat. "Bitch!" "If you don't know what's good for you, we'll sell your daughter to the stable!" "There are always many customers who like this kind of hot-selling product. I guarantee it will sell for a good price!" The younger brother spat out a mouthful of thick phlegm, said a few harsh words, and then swaggered away, waving the machete in his hand. Another ten thousand, please give me a monthly ticket! (End of this chapter)