Chapter 346 Not That Serious
When I saw this, I was surprised, but after thinking it over, I started to move towards the door, wanting to leave this place before Uncle Mei could react.
As soon as the door was opened a crack, he found Uncle Chen still waiting at the door. He thought hard, deliberately covered his face, and said in a sad voice: "Uncle Chen, Uncle Mei is too sad, no matter how much we persuade him, it won't work. Why don't you go in and take a look?"
Uncle Chen looked this younger brother up and down, gave him a suspicious look, then waved his hand and said, "Okay, got it, let's go."
The younger brother breathed a sigh of relief and quickly quickened his pace to leave.
They often come into contact with Uncle Mei and others and they know very well that if they don't leave at this time, the other party will definitely take it out on them after they react.
The moment Uncle Chen pushed open the door, a vase flew towards him!
At this critical moment, his instinct for survival took effect and he subconsciously squatted down and barely escaped!
"Uncle Mei, what's going on?"
"If I didn't have some of my skills left, I would have been shot in the head by a vase like you!"
"We are all this age now, so let's not do these exciting projects. Even if we can avoid them, our hearts can't take it..."
Uncle Chen stood up and touched his head subconsciously, looking still frightened.
"Yes, at this age, my son has become completely disabled and will never be able to have children again..."
Uncle Mei covered his face with his hands, he was extremely depressed, and his voice was obviously choked.
For him, if he could not pass on the power in his hands in an hereditary form, then the greatest meaning of life would no longer exist.
Uncle Chen sat on the sofa, threw a cigarette to Uncle Mei, lit one for himself, and said, "Don't get excited, have a cigarette first and calm down."
Uncle Mei took a deep breath, wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, took out his lighter and lit a cigarette.
After taking a deep breath, the nicotine began to take effect and his emotions gradually calmed down.
"Actually, this matter is not as serious as you think. Since men have two of these things, there must be a certain reason."
"Isn't God's intention to give you a spare one just because he's worried that you'll break one?"
"Although it's definitely not as straightforward as before, it shouldn't have much of an impact on the continuation of the family line."
After Uncle Chen consoled him, Uncle Mei felt much better. Seeing this, he continued, "Also, I heard that America has developed a method called a test tube or something like that."
"Although I don't quite understand it, the general meaning is to allow people who are unable to have children normally to have children smoothly."
"Not to mention there's only one left, even if both of them explode, it won't affect having children and getting married."
After hearing this, Uncle Mei's expression suddenly changed, his expression was full of hope, and he quickly asked: "Is this true? You are not comforting me, are you?"
Uncle Chen exhaled a puff of smoke, smiled, and said, "I can comfort you, but I really didn't lie about this matter. If you don't believe me, you can call and ask."
"Do you have any friends in America? If not, can I introduce you to some?"
Uncle Mei was relieved and said, "I believe you. You wouldn't joke about such a thing, would you?"
Then, his expression became gloomy again, and he said, "The little brother who was escorting the things before has escaped. Issue a hunting order for me. I want to skin him alive!"
"Go to his mother! These people under my command are not obedient at all. They want to run away when something goes wrong. They are really tempted..."
Uncle Chen did not say anything after hearing Uncle Mei's sigh. As a member of Hongtai's management, he knew very well why his subordinates had become like this.
But they can't change it!
Because this concerns the foundation of Hongtai’s rule!
If they change rashly, even if the society becomes prosperous and powerful, what is the point if the person sitting in this position is not them?
Power is above all else!
Just at this moment, the phone rang.
Uncle Mei picked up the phone, and Jiu Wenlong's voice came out from the microphone.
"I can take charge of this matter, but three hundred thousand is not enough. I'll need four hundred thousand. I'll provide the venue and manpower, and I'll be your witness."
"If you agree, we'll meet at Kowloon Ice House, Yau Ma Tei, at 10 . the day after tomorrow."
Uncle Mei hesitated for a moment and said, "Okay, but you have to guarantee my son's safety. Otherwise, not only will I not give you the money, I will also ask your leader, Wei Longhao, for justice!"
Jiu Wenlong sneered and said disdainfully: "Who do you think you are? Do you have the qualifications to talk to Brother Hao face to face?"
"I can't guarantee anything else, but as long as it's on Hutchison's territory, I can absolutely guarantee that your son will be alive."
"But once we leave our territory, whether he lives or dies has nothing to do with me."
Uncle Mei gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, it's a deal!"
After he finished speaking, he hung up the phone and Uncle Chen quickly asked, "How is it?"
Uncle Mei repeated Jiu Wenlong's request. After Uncle Chen finished listening, he nodded and said, "The fee is not too high. After all, with Hutchison coming forward, Sang Bo won't dare to go too far. Otherwise, he will have no way to escape the pursuit unless he flees to Africa."
After a pause, Uncle Chen suddenly thought of something and said, "I heard that the last time Zheng Yutong asked Hun Beihua to come forward, he spent a full 600,000 Hong Kong dollars!"
"After Hunchback Hua arrived, he did nothing except get beaten up by Yang Chengrong. He has become a laughing stock..."
Uncle Mei just forced a smile. Now he didn't have the heart to laugh at other people's jokes. He decided to redeem his troublesome son first.
"Uncle Chen, please prepare million Hong Kong dollars in cash. Sangbo wants all old banknotes, not new ones."
"Add to that the 400,000 given to Jiu Wenlong and the prince's medical expenses, even if it's 100,000, the total is 2 million Hong Kong dollars."
Uncle Mei observed Uncle Chen's expression, paused, and continued: "The prince is also a member of the society, so this money should also be paid by the society, what do you think?"
Uncle Chen sneered in his heart, but his face did not show any rebuttal. Instead, he nodded hurriedly and said, "That's right, the prince is also the backbone of the society. He was kidnapped this time, and the society must not sit idly by, otherwise the brothers below will be disappointed..."
"I'll go talk to the boss and tell him that the money will be paid by the society. I believe the brothers below will also support this decision."
Although every time a leader comes to power, the society will become a tool for him to make money.
But Uncle Mei’s behavior is undoubtedly the most exaggerated one among them.
No matter where the money is spent, from buying a house or a car to a bottle of cleaning agent, it all goes into the society’s account!
As long as it is a project that makes money, they will use various means to set up several shell companies to create the illusion of a joint venture with the society. In fact, they do not spend a penny, but instead share the profits equally.
Under this situation where there is only money coming in and no money going out, Uncle Mei's personal assets are indeed expanding rapidly, but Hong Tai can be said to be suffering terribly, and has completely become a blood bag being sucked dry.
However, the size of this blood bag is large enough that it will not fall down for a while.
However, judging from the increasingly poor living conditions of the lower-class people in Hongtai, it can be seen that this society is inevitably going downhill.
"Of course they will support me. Since I took office, Hongtai's per capita income has increased by five percentage points!"
“Both year-on-year and month-on-month, they have all increased!”
"Without me, how could they live the good life they have today?"
Uncle Mei spoke with great confidence, occasionally spouting professional terms that confused Uncle Chen.
Out of caution, he did not say anything, but just nodded silently.
Things like per capita income are just for fun.
Let’s not talk about anything else, just look at the average income of Uncle Mei and the 200 idiots. Even if the 200 idiots don’t all buy houses and drive cars, the difference is basically not much.
However, Uncle Chen would definitely not say such words.
First of all, he is a vested interest. Secondly, Uncle Mei's methods towards his own people are as cruel as they can be, and he doesn't want to offend him.
Soon, the day of handover arrived.
Uncle Mei brought a group of his younger brothers, about fifty people in total, and went straight to the Kowloon Ice House in Yau Ma Tei.
Sangbo, on his side, also set out for the Kowloon Ice House with the prince, who had been tortured to the point of being unrecognizable.
Although the agreed time was ten o'clock, both parties were already in place at nine fifty.
With Hutchison’s reputation here, no one dares to be late.
Today, Kowloon Ice House hung a sign saying it was closed for the day, and all the employees in the store were given a day off. The entire tea restaurant was filled with Hutchison's younger brothers.
Uncle Mei was dressed in a grey suit and had a gloomy expression. His eyes kept moving back and forth between the wounded prince and Sang Bo, the leader.
When he looked at the prince, his eyes were full of heartache, but when he looked at Sang Bo, they were full of hatred!
The carefully selected younger brother Hongtai stood behind Uncle Mei and glared at Sangbo and the others!
Sang Bo was wearing a striped suit with a green collar, and his eyes were also staring at Mei Shu, full of arrogance.
He kept fiddling with the gold chain around his neck, and from time to time he closed his eyes and glanced at the prince. The meaning was self-evident.
Jiu Wenlong sat in the main seat, looking at the two clearly divided groups, and said: "Since everyone is here, let's start the transaction." "The rules of the underworld are to hand over the money with one hand and the person with the other."
The younger brothers from Heji behind him were all sturdy in build and had cold temperaments. They had bulges on their waists and it was obvious that they were carrying weapons.
As for Hong Tai and Sang Bo's men, they were all searched before entering the Kowloon Ice House, and all their weapons were left outside.
"Bring me the silver paper."
Uncle Mei called out, and the younger brother behind him carried a canvas bag and placed it on the table. As the zipper was opened, colorful Hong Kong dollars of various denominations appeared in front of everyone.
"Sangbo, here is million old bills, let my son come over."
Uncle Mei held a pipe in his hand and knocked it on the table with a fierce look in his eyes.
"Take the rag out of his mouth." Sangbo said, and Asong took out the socks that were blocking the prince's mouth.
"vomit……"
After the socks were taken out, the first thing the prince did was to retch violently. Looking at his posture, it seemed that he was about to vomit out bile.
"I'll attack your mother!"
"What did you do to my son?"
Uncle Mei slammed the pipe in his hand, stood up suddenly, stretched out his right index finger, pointed at Sang Bo, and was furious!
Hongtai's younger brothers behind him also stepped forward and began to agree.
"After treating the prince like this, do you still want to walk out of here alive?"
"Sangbo, I promise to make your blood splatter on the streets!"
The younger brothers talked at once, saying that chatting didn't cost any money and would also leave a good impression on Uncle Mei, so why not do it?
Sang Bo, however, spread his hands and said, "Uncle Mei, how can you publicly say in front of Hutchison Nine Dragons that you want my blood to splatter on the streets?"
"Don't forget, your son is still in my hands."
Upon hearing this, the prince showed a panicked expression and immediately looked to his father for help.
Uncle Mei saw this and while he felt very disappointed with his friend, he also couldn't help but feel soft-hearted.
At this time, Jiu Wenlong picked up the cane beside him, knocked on the ground a few times, and said: "Well, since you can come here today, it means you still want to talk."
"Everyone, please keep your mouth shut. Once you get out of this door, you can fight however you want. I can't control it, and I don't want to control it."
"But, today in this Jiulong Ice House, none of you can do anything, I say!"
"If you don't believe it, just try it!"
As soon as these words came out, Mei Shu and Sang Bo looked at each other, snorted coldly, and stopped talking.
They really can't afford to offend He Shenghe's name.
"Are you all done arguing? Then listen to me."
"Sangbo, light the silver paper now. If there is no problem, then let him go."
Having said that, Jiu Wenlong turned his gaze to Mei Shu again and said, "No matter what, your son is still alive, that's enough."
As for the fact that the prince owed gambling debts and refused to pay, and had fallen to his current state, he felt from the bottom of his heart that he deserved it. Not to mention asking for million, he deserved to be beaten to death.
If it wasn't for Brother Hao's instructions, Jiu Wenlong would not have gotten involved in this matter. It would be better to let Sang Bo kill the hostages.
Many of Brother Hao's decisions are truly incomprehensible to his subordinates. The only thing they can do is to carry them out resolutely and firmly!
"Brother Long has spoken, so I will naturally give him face."
"You two, count the points."
After Sang Bo said this, two younger brothers immediately came forward, poured out the silver papers from the canvas bag, and began to count them.
"Remember, you must be careful and don't be fooled by counterfeit money!"
When Sang Bo said this, he deliberately looked at Uncle Mei. What he wanted to express was self-evident.
Uncle Mei snorted coldly and said, "I'm not like you, not following the rules of the underworld!"
"Since you like kidnapping so much, why don't you just become a soldier in the Hong Kong and Guangdong provinces? Why do you have to hang around in the underworld?"
Those who are involved in gangsterism will never lose the battle even if they lose the fight. No matter what the truth is, they will never admit defeat easily.
"You really are good at telling lies with your eyes open!"
"If it wasn't for your beastly son who owed me gambling debts for so long and didn't pay them back, would things have come to this point?"
"Your whole family believes in the code of conduct, but when have you ever seen someone who comes out to play and doesn't pay back the money he owes and still feels justified in doing so?"
Sang Bo doesn't tolerate Uncle Mei either, and they have already fallen out, so he will definitely insult and expose his shortcomings.
"Wasn't your son very tough at the beginning?"
"Tell me I don't have a penny for you, but I'll give you two eggs!"
"I'm going to pick one and give it to you, my father, and that's going to be my interest!"
Sangbo unbuttoned all the buttons of his striped suit, kept poking the table with his right index finger, and spoke loudly on purpose, as if to let everyone know.
Before Uncle Mei could say anything, the prince, who had finally stopped vomiting, spoke up, "Sangbo, don't think you can be so arrogant just because you beat me once!"
"After today, don't let me see you in Hong Kong Island, otherwise I will definitely play with your wife in front of you!"
After a pause, the prince suddenly thought of the traitor Wei Jixiang, and immediately continued: "Also, Wei Jixiang, that traitor, don't let me catch him!"
"Otherwise, I'll play with his wife too!"
The next second, a crutch hit the prince on the head, knocking him down to his knees. He wanted to reach out to grab it, but because he was tied up, he could only grimace in pain.
The force was neither light nor heavy, but it was burning painful.
"Do you have a say here?"
"If you don't know the rules, shut up!" Jiu Wenlong retracted his crutch and said heavily.
The Hutchison brothers behind him all glanced at the prince squatting on the ground. The warning in their eyes was self-evident.
Uncle Mei felt a little embarrassed, but it was indeed the prince who broke the rules first. He had no choice but to put on a gloomy face and try to save face with a cold snort.
Seeing this, Sang Bo immediately said in a sarcastic tone: "You are so old, and you have been out for decades, but you have taught a son who doesn't know the rules. If I were you, I would have found a piece of tofu and killed myself!"
Uncle Mei already felt ashamed that his son was beaten, and then he was provoked by Sangbo's words. He felt anger rising in his heart, and subconsciously picked up the pipe and threw it at Sangbo.
Whoosh!
Sang Bo lowered his head subconsciously and happened to avoid the attack of the pipe.
The pipe hit the wall behind him, making a crisp sound.
Sang Bo stood up and immediately yelled at Uncle Mei: "You think I'm stupid? Eat shit!"
The next second, the younger brothers of both sides all stood behind their bosses, glaring at each other!
At this time, Jiu Wenlong spoke again and said, "I'll say this one last time. If you want to continue talking, then hold back your anger, otherwise get out!"
"If you ask me to mediate this matter, you must listen to me!"
"If anyone dares to interrupt again, don't blame me for being rude."
Uncle Mei snorted coldly, not daring to cause trouble anymore. He could only wait silently for the result of Brother Sangbo counting the money.
Similarly, Sang Bo did not dare to step forward to provoke again. He also touched the gold necklace on his chest and waited boredly.
Only the prince squatting on the ground looked at Sangbo, hatred flashing in his eyes.
Another ten thousand, please give me a monthly ticket!
(End of this chapter)
