Chapter 486: Is the fight about to start?
Those who can take part in this operation have been carefully selected and are the most trusted among the trusted ones.
Therefore, Ding Qing was not afraid that these people would know about Brother Hao's existence.
"Brother Hao? Is this your new master?"
"I have always believed that you are the only one in the entire Kinmen Group who is worthy of being my opponent. Now it seems that I have overestimated you."
"You don't even have the guts to be the boss yourself, you're such a loser!"
Li Zhongjiu tried hard to maintain his self-centered personality, but his slightly trembling hand betrayed his true thoughts.
He knew that sometimes the more you knew, the slimmer your hope of survival.
Ding Qing turned his head, and instead of the expected disdain, he saw more sympathy.
"You don't understand. You don't understand anything."
"You think you are a big shot, but in front of Brother Hao, you are no different from a babbling child."
"How dare a firefly compete with the bright moon... the sun?"
Ding Qing no longer wanted to continue talking nonsense with Li Zhongjiu, because he suddenly realized that the opponent whom he originally regarded as a formidable enemy was actually nothing.
Ever since he followed Brother Hao, the opponents he used to value have become worthless people in his eyes.
This is the importance of broadening your horizons. Fighting among yourselves all day long is a waste of time!
"Okay, I won't waste my time talking to you. Send him on his way!"
"Don't you think I'm the only one who cares about you? This time I'll make you go to heaven and hell!"
"Go ahead and smoke this cigarette. After you finish it, I'll send you on your way."
Ding Qing took the initiative to light a cigarette for Li Zhongjiu, who leaned back on the sofa with a clear conscience, smoking one puff after another. Even though he wanted to smoke slowly, the tension of approaching death forced him to speed up the process.
"Ding Qing, even though I lost, you are definitely not the final winner. Wait, time will prove everything."
After saying this, Li Zhongjiu threw the cigarette butt in his hand to the ground.
The next second, the younger brothers immediately controlled Li Zhongjiu and opened the window. The howling north wind blew in immediately, making Li Zhongjiu unable to open his eyes.
"Ding Qing! This won't end well for you!"
"I'll be waiting for you in hell!"
The next moment, Li Zhongjiu was pushed out, turned 360 degrees in the air, and landed with a shrill scream.
From a height of twelfth floor, there is only one outcome of jumping down.
"Bungee jumping without a rope, remember this for your next life."
Ding Qing left with a sarcastic remark and turned away with his little brother.
As for Li Zhongjiu's death, it would only be attributed to suicide.
No matter how high your position and power are when you are alive, you will be worthless when you die.
Not to mention Li Zhongjiu, even when his loving father died, how many of his subordinates really cared about him?
The struggle for power and profit is the eternal melody.
The ownership of the Kinmen Group ended with Li Zhongjiu's suicide by falling off a building, and Ding Qing became the new chairman without any suspense.
However, some people know clearly in their hearts that the current Kinmen Group is no longer the same as before.
The president is only the president in name only, not the real controller.
hospital.
Li Zicheng walked out of the gate with the help of his younger brother. After a week of treatment and recuperation, except for some inconvenience in walking, he is fine now.
White clouds were floating in the sky and the sunlight was a little dazzling. He was about to put on his sunglasses when he heard a familiar shout.
"Wow, brother!"
The next second, Ding Qing, who was wearing a white suit, branded sunglasses, and had cheekbones close to OK Bang, opened his arms and walked slowly towards him with a big laugh.
Behind him, there were a group of young men dressed in black suits, holding various flowers in their hands.
The two looked at each other, smiled knowingly, and hugged each other tightly.
"Brother! Thank you."
Ding Qing didn't say anything, but responded with a smile.
The two knew each other from humble beginnings, and had been through life and death together countless times, so they had already developed a close tacit understanding.
As brothers, there are some things that don’t need to be said, they are all in the heart.
After getting in the car, Ding Qing spoke while drinking high-end red wine.
"For some things, I, as a brother, know your thoughts, but Brother Hao needs you to prove it with actions. Do you understand?"
After all, Li Zicheng used to be an undercover agent in the police department. Considering that he has turned back from his mistakes and has not made any irreparable mistakes, he can be given a chance, but we must not let it go just like that.
Otherwise, no one will be convinced if it gets out.
Don't ever think that if you sit in certain positions, people below you will naturally listen to you. Only by convincing others can you gain power.
Once people's hearts are scattered, it will be difficult to lead the team.
Therefore, Li Zicheng must use practical actions to prove it to everyone!
This is the art of leadership.
"I understand. What do you need me to do, Brother Hao?"
Although Li Zicheng had never seen the new boss Lin Zehao, his awe for him was as endless as the waves of a river.
Apart from anything else, the mere act of mobilizing US troops stationed in South Korea is enough to prove his ability to make things happen with a flip of his hand!
Working under such a big boss, many problems that used to bother me can be easily solved.
"You're wrong. It's not about what Brother Hao needs you to do, it's about what you need to do to gain Brother Hao's approval."
“These two things seem to mean the same thing, but they are actually very different.”
"Only when you understand this, are you qualified to work for Brother Hao."
Ding Qing was able to rise from a small gangster to where he is today, and his fighting ability is only a small part of it, his brains are more important.
If you get involved in gangsterism and don't use your brain, you will be a gangster all your life.
Especially being in the current position, one must not only understand the boss's ideas, but also enable subordinates to execute them well. The proper balance between these two aspects is definitely not something that ordinary people can properly grasp.
Li Zicheng was silent for a long time, even thinking about the scenes of his first half of life one by one.
After a long while, he slowly said, "I understand. I will kill Jiang Hengzhe. This way, I can have a beginning and an end."
Ding Qing did not comment, and said: "Didn't he use your family to threaten you? As the saying goes, give someone a taste of their own medicine."
"Don't worry, I have prepared help for you."
Killing a section chief of the police department is no small matter, but they had a tacit understanding and no one mentioned the aftermath.
They believed that this new boss had the ability to settle everything. Ding Qing picked up his boss' phone, dialed a number, and said, "Hello, Yanbian!"
"Come to the group and see me immediately. I have an errand."
At the same time, a group of four from Yanbian F4 had just walked out of the airport security check. Each of them was carrying large and small bags, carrying a lot of luggage in their hands and on their shoulders.
The four people lined up in a row and walked towards the exit one by one, their faces filled with curiosity and yearning for the big city.
Such a country bumpkin appearance naturally attracted the attention of passers-by.
"Shit! I told you guys a long time ago not to dress like country folk. What kind of jobs do we have?"
"Keep a low profile. You must keep a low profile. Don't you understand this?"
The leader was none other than Lao Bangzi, who was also the eldest among the four.
He was not tall and looked to be in his thirties. He was wearing a green suit with a playful red collar. His hairstyle was a middle-parted style that was quite trendy. He wore sunglasses on the bridge of his nose, carried a rustic backpack, and held a trolley suitcase in his hands.
Simply put, it means combing your hair like an adult and wearing a handsome suit.
The second brother was dressed similarly, except that his suit was brown and he also wore sunglasses.
The third brother's hairstyle was quite trendy. He wore a black leather jacket and had his hair in pigtails. He was the tallest among the four and had the most luggage, with five or six packages.
The fourth child looked a bit honest, and even the bag he was holding was an absolutely classic woven bag. The patterns on it were definitely classic memories of a generation.
After they left the airport, the old man took out a piece of paper with the address given by Ding Qing on it.
We hailed a taxi on the side of the road. With four of us and so much luggage, the car was packed so full that the door could hardly be closed.
"Shit! I just pumped air into my tires this morning and all four are flattened!"
The driver got out of the driving seat, looked around the car, and kept cursing, looking like he was in great misfortune.
"Hey, driver, why don't you drive?"
The second brother, who was more impatient, spoke first. He was stuck in the middle and couldn't move, which was really torture.
The driver was already furious, and he got even more angry after hearing this. "Why drive? There are so many of you, and so much luggage. How can I drive?"
"If you want me to drive, I'll charge you double the fare, or you can get off and find another taxi."
When the third and fourth brother heard this, they thought that this was a rip-off and wanted to teach him a lesson immediately, but the old Korean stopped them with a look.
"Okay, double is double, let's go now."
The old Korean took out a stack of Korean won from his pocket. Except for the top one which was a ten thousand won note with King Sejong's portrait printed on it, the rest were loose banknotes.
The driver had no idea what was going on. He just thought that although these people were dressed in a rustic way, they were quite generous. So he stopped talking nonsense and started the car.
Twenty minutes later, we arrived downstairs of the Golden Gate Group.
"Here it is, twenty thousand dollars."
Seeing that they looked like country bumpkins and it was obvious that this was their first time in a big city like Seoul, the driver came up with an idea and immediately asked for a sky-high price.
"Twenty thousand? Xibaluma, you bastard, do you really think we know nothing?"
"Shit! Get out of the car! Get out now!"
Now that they had arrived at the place, the old Korean stopped pretending, grabbed the driver by the collar, and pulled him out!
"What? What do you want to do? This is Seoul, a society ruled by law!"
The driver was thrown to the ground and screamed in fear, trying to scare the people away with the help of the police.
"You son of a bitch, you actually dared to steal our money, do you want to die?"
The old Korean pulled out a dagger from his waist and waved the shiny blade in front of the driver's eyes, causing him to break out in a cold sweat and become limp all over.
"Five thousand. The market price from the airport to here is five thousand. I won't ask you for double. Is this okay?"
"As the saying goes, forgive others when you can. I pay the route fee to the Kinmen Group every month. Don't go too far."
The driver supported himself on the ground with both hands and spoke tremblingly.
These days, taxi drivers are definitely considered a high-income profession, so the community will naturally not miss out on this lucrative opportunity.
Golden Gate Group?
When the old man heard this, he looked up at the building in front of him, put the dagger back into his waist, and said with a smile: "Double of five thousand, that's ten thousand, right?"
The driver thought that the reputation of the Kinmen Group had impressed these country bumpkins, so he immediately smiled and waved his hand, "No need for so much, just give me five thousand."
The old man slapped him in the face and said sinisterly, "You bastard! What I mean is, if you give me 10,000 yuan, this matter will end here!"
"You bastard! You still want money from me?"
The remaining three brothers also gathered around and surrounded the driver who was slumped on the ground.
At this moment, he felt like the sky was falling!
Faced with the siege of four big men, the driver had no choice but to tremblingly take out his wallet, pull out a 10,000 yuan banknote with the words "King Shizhong" printed on it, and reluctantly handed it to the old Korean, who dodged it.
"You're smart. Remember to not overcharge customers next time you take a taxi."
The old Korean took the money and walked into the building of Kinmen Group with satisfaction with his three brothers.
The driver was left slumped on the ground, unable to cry.
……
Hong Kong Island.
Tsim Sha Tsui.
Although it is still daytime, the streets are still as lively as ever.
Cars came one after another, occasionally with a double-decker bus filled with people from all over the world.
There are all kinds of stalls on the street, selling everything, even those selling socks are always full of customers.
This is the benefit of catching up with a golden age. In Hong Kong Island these days, as long as you are not lazy, you can make money by doing anything. Although you can't make a fortune, it gives people hope for progress.
When society becomes completely stagnant, ordinary people will truly feel despair.
"What's going on recently? Why are there clubs showing off their horses every night?"
"Yeah, I heard that more than a dozen people died in Xinji last night, and even many people in Heji were injured."
"Could it be that after a period of peace and quiet, the fighting is about to start again?"
The vendors on the roadside were talking in a flurry, all with curiosity and inquiry on their faces.
They are not gossiping, but this matter concerns their own lives and destinies.
Once Hutchison starts fighting, regardless of who will win or lose, can they still do business with comfort as they do now?
If you can’t do business and your income drops, your life will definitely be affected.
Such is the influence of the community today, especially Hutchison, which has penetrated into almost every aspect of life of ordinary citizens.
Not to mention, the number of legal and compliant workers in Hutchison’s large and small companies across Hong Kong Island is over 70,000!
If there is unrest in Heshenghe, will it affect businesses? This has a direct impact on ordinary citizens and is something that everyone needs to consider.
(End of this chapter)
