Chapter 414 Give up your luck and do it yourself!

The murder of the foreign boss had spread throughout the underworld before it even appeared in the newspapers.

Shenghe Restaurant.

Sitting happily in a high position, he heard the news from the disciples. His calm face was disturbed and he said in surprise, “Shenxiantang is doing this for all the merchants in Hong Kong to see. It’s really cruel.”

The Shanghai boy held a toothpick in his mouth, with a look of fear on his face: “Grandpa, does Zhonghe Electronics have a share of Shenghe? Will it bring trouble to the society?”

Kai Xin shook his head slowly: “Don’t worry, the “He” in Zhonghe is the “He” in Shenghe, but Shenghe does not participate in the management, so it’s useless even if the foreigners come to the door.”

The boss, dressed in a green shirt and holding a silver kettle, came to the table and said in a careless manner, “Good job! Since the opening of Hong Kong Island, how many Chinese have died at the hands of foreigners? What’s the big deal about killing a foreign boss?”

“If he doesn’t follow our rules, then we’ll make new ones. The Chinese are still afraid of him now!”

Qingfeng Street.

Loyalty Restaurant.

Tall old man, wearing a brown robe and with an anxious look on his face, advised: “Brother Mao, please take care of Atang. Send all the foreign bosses into the meat grinder.”

“Be careful not to be too arrogant and attract the wind, which may lead to disaster.”

Tiantang, Yuanbao, Dazhi and other uncles sat on both sides of the long table, all with worried looks on their faces.

They are no longer in the underworld, but they still rely on the society’s pension to make a living. If the society collapses again, their good days will be over.

Uncle Gensheng helped Fatty add more tea and said gently, “Asen, are you going to persuade them?”

Gao Laosen said anxiously: “How can I persuade him? He has taken back the goods, but he still kills them. Is he the reincarnation of the immortal killer star?”

I thought it was a god of wealth, but it turned out to be a god of death.

Fat Cat was calm and collected, sipping tea and tasting the aroma, and slowly said, “If you can’t persuade me, then I can?”

Gao Laosen said, “You are his boss.”

Fat Cat glanced at him and said, “He’s coming to kill me, are you going to fight him?”

This time, the action taken by Xiang Yang was so impulsive that even Fat Cat felt it was inappropriate. This group of old bones had long been accustomed to the old world and had lost the courage to change the rules.

But the uncles in the club were no longer qualified to make decisions about what Yin Zhaotang wanted to do. Fat Cat’s words silenced everyone, and the thin ghost simply said, “Just do it, hold on to the end, be careful of getting into the meat grinder.”

When Huo Guantai received the news, he was shocked and raised his eyebrows and said, “Young man, you are really energetic.”

Bao Yugang, Zheng Yutong, Li Jiacheng, Hu Yingxiang and other wealthy Chinese businessmen soon got wind of the news, and given their status, they were somewhat frightened.

This is because if the Triads dare to attack the foreign bosses, they may raise their knives and attack the Chinese bosses. No one dares to overestimate the morality of the Triads.

But they are fully aware that the bloodshed is not caused by a business conflict, but a power struggle caused by the decline of the political influence of the foreigners’ ancestors and the lack of protection in Hong Kong Island.

If, at this time, Britain was still the empire on which the sun never sets and China was still a semi-colony, no matter how flattering the Chinese bosses were, they would only be fit to be dogs for the foreign bosses.

Now Yin Zhaotang has raised his butcher knife. Unless the foreigners can immediately wipe out Zhongyitang and behead the bandit king, otherwise, the Chinese and foreigners will officially be on an equal footing.

In the business world, foreigners can no longer act lawless, collude with officials and businessmen, and do whatever they want. They must abide by business rules. This is good for all Chinese bosses. Even if they are foreign comprador families, they have no reason to attack Zhongyitang.

The transition of power will definitely involve bloodshed!

Shanghai Street, a crowded place.

Yin Zhaotang led Ah Le, Jiang Hao, and the Egg Tart brothers to burn incense, and then burned incense to Guan Erye. A few wisps of green smoke floated out, forming subtitles.

【Guan Di blesses and protects the country and the people. Seeks good fortune and avoids disaster, turns disaster into good fortune!】righteousness, wisdom, courtesy.

Three fortunes are revealed.

Yin Zhaotang waved his sleeves lightly, but for the first time, he blew away his luck. For the first time, he gave up the protection of Master Guan Er. He turned around and handed a stack of plane tickets to Ah Le: “Take the brothers out to avoid the limelight. Leave the affairs of Hong Kong Island to the big boss.”

He knew that Fred was a horse owner in the Jockey Club and had a “racing member” membership, and that he regarded the Royal Jockey Club as a foreign-funded chamber of commerce.

Horse racing members are formal members, and if they are killed, they will definitely be taken seriously. The biggest difference from ordinary “annual fee members” is that horse racing members can apply to become horse owners and let their horses appear on the stage.

In every horse racing event, the prize money for the first place is millions and the horse owners will even go to underground casinos to place big bets, so winning a single race can easily pocket tens of millions.

Hong Kong society regards being a horse owner as a symbol of status, and newspaper reports of Fred’s case all use the murder of a horse owner as a gimmick.

If the Jockey Club still has a bit of face, it will come to seek revenge.

After Ah Le and his friends finished their business, they arranged to go and relax for a few days. It was natural. Ah Le didn’t pretend to be serious and took the plane ticket with both hands: “Thank you, big boss.”

At this time, Niu Qiang walked into the hall and whispered, “Boss, the police have closed the case against Aliang.”

“Go.”

Yin Zhaotang patted A Le on the shoulder and watched him lead his brothers away, breathing a sigh of relief in his heart.

The police were willing to arrest A Liang and close the case, proving that the foreign bureaucracy did not intervene decisively.

As imagined, Britain ruled Hong Kong Island, one business and one government, two tentacles that could not work together. If businessmen wanted to use power, they had to pay a price.

Then, as long as the Jockey Club feels the cost is high enough, it will give up using the violent machinery of the bureaucratic system and recognize the rise of Chinese businessmen in Hong Kong Island.

Suppose that Fred is a shareholder of Philips. With his personal assets, cooperation between government and business would be initiated immediately, and a violent storm would pounce on Lao Zhong in an instant.

The interesting thing is that Fred is just a “boss”. Even his status as a horse owner depends on Philip, and he himself does not control the means of production.

Not really a capitalist.

The knife was not cut on the directors of the Jockey Club. To get them to pay money and start the violence machine, they need to reach an internal consensus and then share the expenses, and finally find the foreign bureaucrats.

The fastest time would be ten days to half a month, and the slowest would be two to three years, until the next conflict of interest between the foreigners and Chinese assets arises.

As expected, his previous experience in the business world made him deeply aware of the despicable nature of foreigners.

Kill the foreign capital and the foreign devils won’t dare to bark!

Although Guan Erye is also the “God of Wealth and War”, we don’t need to bother him with the business battles for the time being. Let’s burn some incense to honor our brothers’ loyalty and the Han Dynasty.

In this battle, he has to rely on his own abilities.

The sun shines on the western mountains, and the sky is full of red clouds.

In Sheung Shui Township, the gate of Liao Man Shek Hall was filled with luxury cars, and more than a dozen disciples from famous families in the New Territories gathered at the entrance of the hall.

Ah Shui, a disciple of the Jintian Deng clan, held a lucky charm in his mouth, stared at the Rolls-Royce Silver Spirit parked next to the flowerbed, squatted on the stone steps, and said arrogantly: “Why did Grandfather Liao call more than a dozen clan members to a meeting and call the Shenxiantang of Zhongyi Hall?”

Xin Tian Wen Clan disciple Jia Yong crossed his arms and replied coldly: “Watch your car, you fool, will Ah Gong tell you?”

Ah Shui jumped up: “Fuck you!”

“Brother, Brother Yong is a disciple of Zhongyi Hall!” Yan Qing, a disciple of Fanling Peng Clan, immediately reminded him. Deng Changshui felt a chill on his scalp and slowly squatted down: “I’m sorry, Brother Yong.”

(End of this chapter)