Chapter 45 If it’s difficult, then just don’t do it! "I remembered my second uncle. The killer had a girlfriend who had a mental problem and was a moron. The two of them had a very good relationship. As long as we control his girlfriend, he would never dare to betray us." Lin Jinghong racked his brains and finally came up with a fairly reliable solution. "Okay, I'll leave this matter to you. Ask him to buy a plane ticket and fly over here immediately. There's still time." Lin Shixia looked up at the clock on the wall, said a few words, then stood up and prepared to leave. As he was about to step out of the door, he stopped and asked, "By the way, what's the killer's name?" Lin Jinghong scratched his head and said uncertainly: "I think his name is Peng?" …… Yau Ma Tei, church. Lin Zehao was wearing a Tang suit, sitting on a throne chair, holding a peculiarly shaped purple clay teapot in his hand, slowly and leisurely brewing tea. His movements were very skillful, flowing like water, and pleasing to the eye.
His whole temperament also became calm and indifferent, and no one would associate him with a gang leader. "This tea set was given to me by my sixth uncle, who said it was a masterpiece and asked me to keep it well so that I can pass it down to my family in the future." "But for me, no matter how expensive the teapot is, it is just a tool for drinking tea." "Just like everyone here, if you want to continue doing business in Yau Tsim Mong, you have to abide by my rules." Lin Zehao sat in the main seat, and the forty invited merchant representatives sat on both sides. Listening to Lin Zehao's words, everyone looked at each other, feeling guilty, but no one dared to speak. At this time, an old man with a gray beard adjusted his thick glasses and said in disbelief: "Mr. Lin, if I am not mistaken, this should be the incense pot of Master Chen Mingyuan, a masterpiece handed down from generation to generation!" "Can I dare to try my hand at it?" Lin Zehao didn't care and gestured to the other party to go ahead. Grandpa carefully picked up the purple clay teapot and examined it carefully, his eyes shining, as if he was looking at a naked, stunning beauty. This pot is in the shape of a square bucket, with a simple shape, wide at the top and narrow at the bottom, and is handsome and upright. Square handle, square spout, and four legs underneath. The bottom is engraved with the running script inscriptions and signatures [Let the book in my chest spread with fragrance] and [Mingyuan], as well as the seals [Chen Mingyuan] and [Huyin] in relief seal script. It can be concluded that this is the work of Chen Mingyuan, a master of purple clay teapots in the Qing Dynasty, and a treasure handed down from generation to generation. Grandpa's face was filled with pain, and he said bitterly: "This is simply a waste of natural resources. How can this thing be used to drink tea?" "I never thought that at my age, I could see the works of Master Mingyuan with my own eyes. It really makes my life worthwhile." "I have been obsessed with purple clay teapots all my life, but this is the first time I have seen a teapot of the heirloom quality. I wonder if Mr. Lin can bear to part with it?" "I am willing to pay three million Hong Kong dollars to buy this pot." Grandpa had a complicated expression, showing excitement and joy, as well as the pain of not being able to get the love he wanted, but his tone was quite sincere.
"Grandpa, forget it. When I mentioned the property management fee, you all said you didn't have money." "But now I can spend three million to buy a pot. Do you think I'm easy to talk to?" "A teapot is used to drink tea, just like a person. If you can't find your place, you will die miserably." Lin Zehao spoke lightly, casually putting the pot in his hand aside with a kind smile on his face. As Wo Shing Wo managed to consolidate Yau Tsim Mong, there was a lot of work to be done and many things were waiting for him as the leader to handle. The first issue, naturally, is the property fee. Forty highly respected and powerful merchant representatives were selected from the entire Yau Tsim Mong area to negotiate with Lin Zehao to discuss the issue of property fees. Hearing this, a merchant wearing a big gold chain and dressed like a nouveau riche looked at the people around him and said, "Mr. Lin, I asked someone and found out that you only charge 40% of the property fee on Temple Street." "Why do you charge us 50%?" "You are discriminating against us and it is very difficult for us to handle this." Lin Zehao stood up, unbuttoned his Tang suit, and walked slowly to the nouveau riche. "It's difficult, so just don't do it!" Suddenly, Lin Zehao held his head and slammed it hard against the table, again and again, like endless waves. At the beginning, the upstart could still scream, but as the force grew stronger, his voice became weaker and weaker, and in the end he fainted and lay on the ground like a dead dog, with his forehead completely bloody. The sudden change made everyone present stunned. They didn't even dare to breathe. They all lowered their heads, fearing that they would be the next unlucky ones. Lin Zehao took the white towel handed to him by his younger brother and wiped the blood off his hands with elegant movements. "You are so shameless. You all gave 80% to Xinji, but I was so kind as to only take 50%, yet you are still complaining here." "Take him away and ask him to transfer all his properties in Yau Tsim Mong to the company. Since he is so willing to be a miser, don't even think about taking a penny with him!" Lin Zehao waved his hand and said that his younger brother would take care of the rest. Then he walked up to Grandpa and kicked his stool. Grandpa, who was already trembling, was so frightened that he almost fell to the ground. "Grandpa, do you think I'm just a gangster and I don't know anything?" "This pot is worth at least five million. You offer three million. Do you want to get a bargain?" "Don't think that just because you're old, you can take advantage of me. If you're old, just retire and don't get in my way here!" Of course Lin Zehao knew the value of this pot, so how could he let the old guy take advantage of him? In twenty years, this pot will be worth at least 30 million! Lin Zehao helped Shao Laoliu get shares in the Wireless Group, so the gift of thanks couldn't be too shabby. Grandpa trembled, leaning on his cane and said: "Mr. Lin, I am old and can't see the situation clearly. Please give me another chance. I will sign the contract and pay the property management fee..." He was blinded by greed and wanted to take advantage of others, but he didn't expect that Lin Zehao would see through his tricks, so he dared not complain.
He is so old now. If Lin Zehao treated him the same way he did just now, he would probably save even the rescue costs and could just buy a coffin. Lin Zehao lit a cigarette, knocked on the table, and said, "Since you want to pick up a bargain, then take out three million silver notes as tuition, and then transfer all the properties in Yau Tsim Mong to the company. I can pretend that nothing happened." Seeing Grandpa nodding with difficulty, Lin Zehao looked around, snorted coldly, and said, "I want to teach you a lesson. You should be more sensible and stop blocking the earth. I'm kind enough to reduce your property fees, but you act like it's worth million. You're going against me and blocking my way to wealth." "Whoever dares not pay the property management fee and sign the contract today will not be able to leave this door. I have your word!" As soon as he finished speaking, dozens of younger brothers came out. Each of them was wearing a black suit and holding a machete. The gleaming blades made it so bright that they couldn't open their eyes. Li Wenbin directed two of his younger brothers to distribute the contract to everyone, "Everyone, this is our company's contract. As long as you pay the property management fee on time, we will not only guarantee that your business will not be disturbed by the gang members, but also provide various benefits." "Our company will provide free services for the maintenance of water and electricity in the store, as well as the repair of the store." "Of course, only the basics are free. If it's more complicated, there will be an additional charge, but it's definitely much cheaper than the market price." Li Wenbin's words made the merchants who were previously frowning suddenly happy and they were not as resistant as before. Labor costs in Hong Kong are very expensive. These projects may seem insignificant, but over the course of a year, they add up to a considerable amount of money. What's more, Xinji previously charged 80% of the fee but didn't provide these services, but they still had to provide them. The merchants thought so, looked at the pool of bright red blood on the ground, and hurriedly signed their names on the contract. Thanks to Zhang Yan-Bb for the two monthly tickets. Thanks to Liangdong, Qianfengluoye, Taxue%oowuhen, and Shuyou2021301105361146234 for the monthly ticket. Thanks to all my friends for their support, thank you very much. (End of this chapter)