Chapter 198 Strong men gather and Hong Sheng waves the flag Good Kung Fu Restaurant, brightly lit.
This is the most famous restaurant in East Tsim Sha Tsui. For six months of the year, it is reserved for all kinds of powerful people, whether it is birthday parties or full-moon wine, and it is a mixture of happy and white events.
In addition to banquets, it is also a negotiation, a ceasefire between the two parties, or a business deal. Both parties care about pomp and face, so naturally they cannot just book a small box, order a few baskets of shrimp dumplings there, and drink a pot of Pu'er. .
There are hundreds of people under these bosses and eldest brothers, so they can't accommodate them unless they find a bigger place.
Sometimes when the top brother dies, there are also dozens of tables set up here, and everyone gets so drunk that they don’t know whether to relieve themselves or to celebrate.
The manager of the Good Kung Fu Restaurant was standing in the corridor at this time, facing several people in black shirts and black hats.
The leader of the men in black shirts said coldly to the manager: "Old He, I don't care at other times, but today you vacated the restaurant and let Prince Sheng reserve the place. Does this break the rules?"
The manager is quite old, but he has a tall and straight body, no trace of fatigue on his face, and his suit and hair are meticulously styled.
He adjusted his glasses and said calmly: "We open the door to do business. Whoever has the money and books the place first will be the one who opens our restaurant. This is the rule of our restaurant and restaurant."
"Then you want to go against Boss Long Gen? You know, he will be very unhappy if you do this."
The man's voice was low, like a vicious dog that was ready to bite at any moment.
The manager's face remained as usual, with a professional calmness and naturalness, and he said: "If Boss Long Gen would be angry, he would not be able to achieve what he has achieved today. He is in charge of the entire Heli Sheng. With his size, he will not be able to achieve what he has achieved today. Is my little lobby manager angry?"
"In his eyes, I am no different from a grain of sand. How can anyone care about a piece of dust?"
These words were neither humble nor arrogant, and they were enough to save both sides. The leader said nothing more and just glanced at him.
"Okay, we meet again in the mountains and rivers, see you later!"
"Walk slowly!"
The manager watched the man leave. As soon as he disappeared at the corner of the street, a black carriage came running over with jingling bells from the other side of the road.
The two camels pulling the cart were strong, with copper bells hanging around their necks, quills on their heads, and a circle of colorful ribbons around their bodies. They were obviously well-dressed.
Even the groom driving the car was dressed very formally. His black suit was tucked in at the wrists to make it easier for him to control the reins. His leather shoes were also polished and reflected slightly under the light.
The carriage stopped at the bottom of the restaurant, and the manager immediately greeted him.
Before opening the door, he called out the name of the person coming.
"Master Tan, you haven't been here for a long time."
The manager carefully opened the car door, lowered his head and lowered his eyes. After standing to one side, he stretched out his hand and waited beside him.
The first thing that touched his arm was a woman's hand. The manager didn't say anything. With a gentle support from his hand, the woman fell to the ground safely.
Then a thick, strong hand with a palm full of calluses came up.
After a gentle pressure on the manager's hand, the owner of that hand also got off the carriage.
Mr. Tan, compared to this title, people outside call him Ma Wang more often.
Because he can not only kill a horse with one punch, he is also good at raising and training horses. He once set a record of ten consecutive victories at Happy Valley Racecourse, a record that has not been broken yet.
Even those purebred horses brought by Western horse trainers from West Asia and Europe could not outrun the horses he carefully bred.
He is the leader of He Sheng Wo, with countless strong men under his command, and almost all of Tsuen Wan is dominated by him.
But he hasn't been outside for several years. He doesn't see anyone and rarely appears in public. He just stays somewhere and controls the affairs of the gang. "Yes, Lao He, you are still so strong, but I can't. My body has become weaker and weaker over the years. I am afraid of the wind and light, and I can't even go out very often."
Ma Wang sighed, then patted him on the shoulder.
The manager leaned over and said: "Please bear with me, today is a big day. Brother Sheng has set up a banquet inside. So many big brothers from the world are here, and many old faces are here."
"Are there many people?"
Ma Wang raised his eyebrows, "I don't care about others, but his father is my sworn brother, and Ah Sheng is my godson. I can't help but come."
The manager didn't say anything, just stepped aside. No matter if he nodded or answered, he might offend someone.
King Ma didn't say much to him, but patted the woman next to him on the shoulder, "You go shopping first, and I'll ask someone to pick you up when you're done."
The woman obediently kissed his fat face, then turned and left.
After watching the woman leave, Ma Wang smiled, turned around and walked into the restaurant.
As soon as he walked in, many people stood up and greeted him.
King Ma turned his neck and saw many familiar faces. He Yixin, Hei Cheng, New Territories, Kowloon, Tuen Mun, and several areas, halls, and people with the prefix "fit" all gathered together.
If it weren't for these bosses, who streamlined their manpower and didn't bring so many people in, I'm afraid there would have to be dozens more tables here.
In the crowd, a tall, strong man with explosive strength came up to him. King Ma took a quick look and saw that the man was Hong Sheng.
"Sai Zai, it's been so many years, and now you think of asking me to come out for tea!"
King Ma opened his arms and hugged Hong Sheng. Both of them looked very excited.
"Master Qi, I came back not long ago and I have too many things to deal with. I didn't have time to go to you. Please don't take offense."
"What are you talking about! We are all our own people, you are my son, why do you care so much!"
He hugged Hong Sheng into his arms and whispered: "Did you do that incident at Kowloon Walled City?"
Hong Sheng paused and squeezed out a few words through his teeth: "I've done it."
"it is good!"
Ma Wang forcefully patted him on the back, "Well done! Just like your father, I must avenge myself! Just do it neatly!"
Hong Sheng smiled awkwardly, but their conversation was soon covered up by other movements.
Chuanbao came up to welcome him. He was dressed very neatly and clean today, playing the role of welcoming guests. He carefully invited King Ma to the main table and sat down on the main seat in the middle.
Hong Sheng sat down next to him and whispered: "Master Qi, I'm sorry to trouble you this time."
Ma Wang looked at him and smiled softly, "What do you mean? Your father and I are sworn brothers! You are my son, you want to wave the flag. If I don't come out to preside over the situation for you at this critical moment, who will Come to help you host?"
At this point, he spat again, "Speaking of which, you and Li Sheng are really in trouble. You must learn from the foreign devils and establish a voting system. Just sit down and negotiate it with a few people!" "
Chuan Bao came over and whispered: "Uncle Ma, keep your voice down, there are several uncles sitting here."
(End of this chapter)