Chapter 487 You have at least three more words to say
"Hey, if you ask me, you're just overthinking it. From the time Wei Long Hao took over to now, I don't know how many times those societies like Xin Ji and the Number Gang have fought against each other, but what was the result?"
“Isn’t Hutchison Whampoa still firmly in Yau Tsim Mong?”
"In my opinion, this time it will be similar, with a lot of noise but little action, or maybe they just fought a few times and found that they had no chance at all, so they gave up naturally."
The vast majority of vendors doing business in Yau Tsim Mong are supportive of Hutchison Whampoa and Wei Long Hao.
On the one hand, it is because of strength, but more importantly, it is because Wei Longhao treats these vendors as human beings.
If you do business in Yau Tsim Mong, as long as you pay the stall fees and property management fees on time, no one will cause you any trouble.
No one, whether from the government or society, would dare to cause trouble.
The stall owner only needs to think about how to do business better, and Heji will take care of the rest.
This is the simple truth of taking money from others and helping them to eliminate disasters.
Unfortunately, it is such a simple truth, but no other community or company in Hong Kong Island can do it except Hutchison.
Everyone understands the general principles, but how many can put them into practice?
This is also why, in the recent program, so many people from Hong Kong Island supported Lin Zehao.
About a month ago, in a random street interview program held by ATV and TVB, there was a question: who is the most perfect candidate for the Chief Governor of Hong Kong Island in your mind?
Among them, more than 70 percent of the residents chose Lin Zehao.
Although, he never belonged to politics.
This shows that this is what the people want.
Yau Ma Tei.
Hutchison Building.
The ups and downs of the outside world never seem to cause Lin Zehao any trouble.
He still looked the same, calm and composed, with an elegant and appropriate smile always on his face.
No matter who sees him for the first time, no one would believe that this is the famous Shing Wo Wei Long in Hong Kong Island!
Of course, time has also left traces on Lin Zehao's face.
Compared to when he first arrived in this world, he had a few perfectly-shaped beards, which made him look more stable and also gave him a bit of bossy aura.
Chen Guoqiang, wearing a dark red suit, and Yang Chengrong, wearing a black suit, sat on the sofa. Even Li Wenbin, who had been serving in the Royal Hong Kong Island Police Force, appeared here for the first time.
"Ten years have passed in the blink of an eye."
"Thinking back to the beginning, I didn't know the sky was high, the earth was thick, I only saw the cold moon and the warm sun, burning people's lives."
Chen Guoqiang was not a person who liked reading, so naturally he couldn't respond to the conversation at this time and could only scratch his head and smile foolishly.
Yang Chengrong said with deep emotion: "Brother Hao, if it weren't for you, I would probably still be carrying bags for others in the mainland, my mother would still be making a living by mending clothes for others, and my sister would have to get married to make a living at the age of studying."
"Now, our whole family lives in Hong Kong Island, in a villa, and we are driven in and out. My mother has a nanny to take care of her at home. My wife, who used to be reluctant to use vanishing cream, now uses high-end cosmetics, and even my sister goes to an aristocratic school."
"In the community, my situation is definitely not an isolated case. I don't know how many people have changed their social class, changed their lives, and climbed out of the quagmire!"
"And all of this is thanks to you, Brother Hao. Without you, we are nothing!"
Yang Chengrong never flatters others, and everything he says is true, the truth from his heart.
Li Wenbin also said: "That's right, people outside say that we are your right-hand men, Brother Hao. This makes us feel very terrified."
"In fact, they don't know at all. You are just like Liu Bang, the first emperor of the Han Dynasty. Why is it that the tiny Pei County is full of talents? Why has it produced so many kings, princes, generals and ministers?"
"Apart from their own abilities, it was mainly because they met a great leader like Liu Bang."
"Just like us, if we hadn't met Brother Hao, we wouldn't have starved to death, but we definitely wouldn't have reached our current heights."
"Thank you, Brother Hao, for allowing us to stand higher, see further, and have a better life."
Li Wenbin understood that if he had not followed Lin Zehao, he would at best be a well-known lawyer in the industry.
Wanting to be rich, powerful and have authority in your hands is nothing but a pipe dream.
Lin Zehao stroked his beard and said nothing. He gave everyone a Cuban cigar and said, "Now is not the time to reminisce about the past. There are more important things waiting for us."
"Xiongzhe, bring Taijiao up."
Lin Zehao exhaled a puff of smoke, then changed his posture, looking down from above.
Park Woong-cheol nodded, went out and brought Tai Jiao, who had been waiting for a long time, into the office.
Why use the word "carry"?
Because Park Woong-cheol was indeed grabbing Tai Jiao's collar with one hand and pulled her in so swiftly.
In front of Park Woong-cheol, who is 100 meters tall, weighs kilograms, and has a fat-muscled body, this Xinji Five Tigers Thai Pepper really looks like a little chick.
The moment he was put down, Tai Jiao fell to his knees with a plop. He had no pride at all, and his tone was so aggrieved that he almost cried, "Brother Hao, I'm not a human being. I really didn't mean to do what happened yesterday. I really fell asleep at that time and didn't hear the ringing of the eldest brother's phone."
Because the handle was in his control, Tai Jiao had been passing on some information to Hutchison.
Last night, the so-called Dragon Slayer Alliance attacked Tsim Sha Tsui. Thai Jiao, who was supposed to pass on the message, lost contact, which led to the scene before our eyes.
"Cry? Because of your negligence last night, the society lost more than a dozen brothers. What qualifications do you have to cry?"
"Go ahead, from now on, you have at least three things to say."
Lin Zehao held up three fingers, but Tai Jiao was completely confused and had no idea what was going on.
He didn't know what would be waiting for him after these three sentences.
"Brother Hao, I'm not a human being, it's all my fault!"
"That's not it."
Tai Jiao immediately changed his mind and said, "I shouldn't drink, and I shouldn't fall asleep."
"That's not the case either."
Lin Zehao shook his fingers again and exhaled a puff of smoke.
Seeing that only the last sentence was left, Tai Jiao simply knocked his head to the ground and shouted loudly: "Brother Hao, I shouldn't have tried to bet on the Dragon Slayer Alliance. I was wrong. It's all my fault..."
Tai Jiao said as he slapped himself.
After just two or three hits, his face became red and swollen, like a pig's head.
Physical harm is secondary, the most important thing is the mental insult. As one of the five tigers of Xinji, when has Tai Jiao ever experienced such a thing?
"Tonight, find a way to get the people from that shitty alliance to take this route, and you don't have to worry about the rest."
"Remember, if you dare to do these little tricks again in the future, the whole martial arts world will know that you slept with Lin Shixia's concubine!"
Yang Chengrong threw a route map in Taijiao's face. He then stopped what he was doing, held the map in both hands as if it were a treasure, and kowtowed to Lin Zehao continuously.
At this moment, he understood that he had a way out.
"Alright, no matter what, you are one of the famous Xinji Five Tigers. What's the point of kneeling and kowtowing all the time?"
"Xiongzhe, send him back."
"Clean the floor before you leave."
Lin Zehao looked at the bloodstains on the tiles, frowned slightly and waved his hand.
"Yes, Brother Hao."
Park Woong-cheol's oppressive figure made Tai Jiao swallow subconsciously, but he did not dare to refute Lin Zehao's decision.
Park Woong-cheol controlled Tai Jiao's two arms with one hand and grabbed his ankles with the other hand. He exerted force from his waist and lifted him up with his head facing down and held it in his hand like a mop.
The next second, he used Taijiao's head as a mop, wiping the blood on the ground back and forth.
Tai Jiao has been in the business for so many years, when has he ever experienced anything like this?
His face turned red and he was filled with shame!
He subconsciously wanted to break free, but when he thought that this was Wei Longhao's order, it was as if someone poured a bucket of ice water on him in the hottest days of summer, pouring over him from head to toe. He instantly sobered up and put aside the idea of seeking death as quickly as possible.
His eyes were closed tightly, and he looked resigned to his fate.
Ten minutes later, the floor was as clean as before, and only Lin Zehao and a few others were left in the office.
Li Wenbin, Chen Guoqiang and Yang Chengrong looked at each other. After working together for so many years, they all knew that Brother Hao would definitely have something big to say next.
Lin Zehao picked up a jade ring and played with it in his hand.
It has a simple shape and small characters engraved on it. The jade is of top quality. Even a layman knows that it is worth a lot of money.
"Some time ago, the British Empire sent me a set of seven jade rings. They said they were used by Emperor Qianlong of the Qing Dynasty. There are also poems written on them."
"It was originally a good thing, but after adding these so-called poems, it is a waste of natural resources."
"Is a person who can only make one, two, three or four pieces worthy of being called a poet?"
As he spoke, Lin Zehao took out the set of rings and broke them one by one. In the end, only one ring was left, which was also the only one without a poem inscribed on it.
Several people looked at Lin Zehao's actions, feeling confused and distressed.
They knew that this set of rings was given to Brother Hao by the British Museum.
Even if you use your imagination, you can tell that things coming out of such a place can't be pornographic.
If things go well, they might be the spoils of the Eight-Nation Alliance, absolutely the real deal.
It is no exaggeration to say that this sentence is priceless!
"Mai, put this ring in my collection room."
Lin Zehao looked at the expressions of the people and immediately understood their thoughts. He said, "Antiques are always valuable because they are rare. Seven rings are worthless, but only one is left. It has a higher value."
"Besides, I don't have a good impression of this dynasty."
"It's just like the Hong Kong community groups today, who are stuck in their old ways, still holding on to those outdated things as treasures, and even trying to reverse history and form some bullshit alliance. It's really ridiculous."
No one spoke, but waited quietly for Brother Hao's next words.
"Why are there societies in Hong Kong? Why did organizations like the Hongmen exist hundreds of years ago?"
"The ultimate reason is that more and more ordinary people can no longer afford to live and can't see any way out, right?"
"If everyone can live a good life, who would want to be a gangster, carrying a machete and killing people all day long?"
"None of the brothers in Hutchison are just gangsters. They all have legitimate and regular jobs. But when someone tries to destroy everyone's beautiful life, they will become the sharpest sword!"
Lin Zehao sat in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the people coming and going and the traffic on the street, his eyes were bright, as if reflecting the stars in the universe.
"The tree wants to be still but the wind does not stop. Since they want to fight, I will fight them to the end!"
"I have transferred 7,000 people to Burma to replace the 5,000 veterans who have been on the battlefield and to clean up some small and medium-sized communities within the alliance."
"In a nutshell, those who follow me will prosper, and those who go against me will perish."
Listening to Brother Hao's words, Chen Guoqiang showed an excited expression and said, "That's how it should be! It will save these losers from not being able to tell the difference between the big and small kings! They will just keep shouting there all day long!"
If it weren't for Lin Zehao's order during this period, Chen Guoqiang would have been unable to resist and brought people to attack the door.
After some small and medium-sized societies entered the so-called Dragon Slaying Alliance, they became quite arrogant. Not only did they look down on others, but they even walked with the wind, as if they had jumped from the bottom of the world to the top in an instant.
It was as if they had become Xin Ji, the Number Gang, one of the four major societies, and had absolute capital to stand on equal footing with Hutchison.
"Haha, I tied the hairy crabs with rubber bands, and after a while I thought I could sell them for a high price."
Li Wenbin pushed his glasses on the bridge of his nose and sneered at these people.
Lin Zehao nodded slightly to A Mai, and handed a list to Chen Guoqiang, Li Wenbin and Yang Chengrong respectively.
"All those recorded on the list will not be kept alive, and those not on the list will be dealt with as appropriate."
"I just want to make these wavering fence-sitters understand that there are some things they cannot interfere with. If they want to take advantage of the chaos and gain benefits, they are not qualified."
Lin Zehao’s plan was simple. He would first deal with these small and medium-sized societies, which would not only clear up the situation but also serve as a deterrent.
Before the final outcome is determined, those who want to take advantage of the situation probably won't dare to take sides.
"Understood, Brother Hao, I'll make sure no one is left behind."
Yang Chengrong was also a little excited. They had endured for so long and were finally going to turn the passive situation into the active one!
Hutchison, which has been silent for a long time, is finally going to make a big move again.
"We will use a blitzkrieg this time, and try to take down the people on the list in the shortest possible time. We won't give the new reporter and the number gang time to react, and will prevent them from making a decision."
Li Wenbin nodded and asked, "Brother Hao, what about Dongxing?"
Lin Zehao gave a meaningful smile, said nothing, and just used his eyes to signal everyone to rest assured.
(End of this chapter)
