Chapter 347 Get rid of Sangbo!
The prince has many hobbies in his life, but if he has to pick out his favorite one, it must be playing with women!
Now, one of his testicles has been removed by Sangbo, and it is hard to say whether he can continue to practice this hobby in the future.
How could the prince not hate Sang Bo for destroying his sexual happiness?
Of course, compared to Sang Bo, what he hated more was Wei Jixiang, who was a traitor and betrayed him!
In the prince's opinion, if Wei Jixiang had not used his wife as bait, how could he have fallen into Sangbo's hands?
Ah Song put the last bundle of banknotes into the canvas bag and said, "Brother Bo, no problem, one million and five hundred thousand Hong Kong dollars, not a cent less."
Sang Bo nodded, zipped up the canvas bag, threw it to the younger brother behind him, stood up, straightened his striped suit, and said, "Uncle Mei, with Brother Long's testimony today, this matter ends here."
"No matter who was right or wrong before, it's all over now."
"If anyone takes the initiative to cause trouble for the other party in the future, it will be regarded as cutting himself off from the world!"
In terms of strength, Sang Bo is no match for Hong Tai. He doesn't even have a name, but he relies on his ruthlessness to attract a group of loyal subordinates and looks after a few places.
This is also the reason why the prince dared to default on his debt and he had no way to do anything about it.
"That sounds nice, but you should release my son first."
Uncle Mei's eyes flickered and he didn't give a direct answer.
In fact, in such occasions, no matter what kind of promises are made, few people will believe them.
Otherwise, there wouldn’t be so many grudges in this world.
This is how hatred is built up step by step.
Sang Bo glanced at Uncle Mei, as if he wanted to see through his thoughts. He turned his head and whispered a few words to Asong, then picked up the canvas bag containing million and walked out.
Uncle Mei was about to stop him, but he saw Ah Song stand out, holding the prince's shoulder, and said word by word: "Uncle Mei, don't worry, my eldest brother just left first because he was afraid that you had an ambush."
"Don't worry, I will return the prince to you in ten minutes. Please wait patiently for a while."
Seeing this, Uncle Mei couldn't help but snorted coldly, turned his head to look at Jiu Wenlong, and said: "I have been in the martial arts world for such a long time, but this is the first time I know that there are such rules in the martial arts world!"
"As a witness, aren't you prepared to do something?"
Jiu Wenlong glanced at him and said, "Uncle Mei, don't play this trick in front of me. Why do you care whether Sangbo leaves or not?"
"Isn't the purpose of your coming here today to bring your son back?"
"Now that we are here, how can it be considered breaking the rules?"
As he spoke, Jiu Wenlong raised his arm, glanced at the pure gold Rolex on his wrist, and said, "It's only ten minutes anyway, just wait a while."
"Uncle Mei, rest assured. Since you asked me to be the witness, I will definitely take responsibility to the end."
"It's a small matter to ruin the reputation of Jiu Wen Long, but if it destroys the golden signboard of He Sheng He, it will be a big matter."
After hearing Jiu Wenlong's assurance, Uncle Mei subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.
The reason why he came to find Jiu Wenlong was because of Hutchison Whampoa behind him.
Soon, ten minutes passed.
Asong pulled out the dagger from his waist and stabbed the prince in the back of his waist!
This sudden change made everyone in Hongtai look in disbelief!
Jiu Wenlong and Hutchison's younger brothers did not take any action and just watched coldly.
Especially Uncle Mei, he stood up completely subconsciously, opened his mouth wide, wanted to shout, but no sound came out!
At this moment, the whole world seemed to be paused and time stopped flowing!
Looking at the scene in front of him, Uncle Mei's eyes were bloodshot!
The next second, the rope that bound the prince's hands broke, and Asong retracted the knife in his hand.
"Uncle Mei, we have made friends now. See you in the martial world!"
After saying this, Asong turned and left, not daring to stay for even a moment.
At the moment before leaving the house, his eyes met with Jiuwenlong for a moment, leaving no trace.
It was gone in a flash, and no one noticed.
"son!"
Uncle Mei rushed over immediately, and the prince also looked aggrieved, just like a child who had been wronged outside and went home to complain.
The father and son hugged each other tightly, feeling a deep father-son love.
Seeing this, Jiu Wenlong did not speak. After letting the father and son get along for a while, he said, "Uncle Mei, now that you and your son are reunited, my duty is fulfilled."
"I still have things to deal with at the company, so I'll leave first."
As he said that, Jiu Wenlong picked up the crutches beside him, stood up and prepared to leave.
"Wait!"
At this time, Uncle Mei patted the prince on the back and motioned him to stand aside. After tidying up his appearance, he took out a white handkerchief from his pocket and wiped his face. He cleared his throat and said, "I have another business that I want to discuss with you. I wonder if you are interested?"
Hearing this, Jiu Wenlong sat back down, stroking the jade on the top of his cane, and said, "Since we are talking about business, I am definitely interested. Uncle Mei, just go ahead and talk."
This piece of jade is a gift from Brother Hao to the middle-level leaders of the society.
After all, the boss owns several mines in Myanmar, so it is not surprising to use jade as a gift.
"In fact, I know what you middle-level leaders are thinking. Although you don't have to worry about not making money by following a wise and powerful boss like Wei Longhao, you must also have a lot of pressure."
“For example, performance requirements, right?”
Uncle Mei took out a pack of Sanwu cigarettes from his suit pocket, took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth, lit it, and handed another one to Jiu Wenlong, but he shook his head and refused: "Sorry, I quit smoking a long time ago."
Uncle Mei didn't force it. After he put away his cigarette, he took a deep breath, exhaled a large cloud of smoke, and said, "I have heard a little about your affairs."
"You have been in the kiln for ten years. You could have found a place where no one is around and lived a peaceful life, completely away from the disputes in the underworld. But now you come back and join the society again."
"This shows that you still can't let go of this world and the idea of making a name for yourself."
"But since Wei Longhao took over, Hutchison has been full of talented people. It is not easy to stand out among these elites."
Seeing that Jiu Wenlong didn't respond, Mei Shu had to change direction and continued: "I don't want to beat around the bush with you. As long as you kill Sang Bo, I will pay you three million Hong Kong dollars!"
"It's almost the end of the year. If you can earn this much money, it will be enough for you to outdo others at the thanksgiving ceremony."
"This way, you will have a better chance of being favored by Wei Longhao, what do you think?"
After hearing these words, the flames of hatred in the heart of the prince behind him surged again, and the scar under his crotch seemed to be aching slightly. The hatred he had for Wei Jixiang in his heart reached a peak again!
He couldn't help but interrupt, saying viciously: "Dad, there's also Wei Jixiang! I will make this traitor kneel down in front of me and repent!"
After these words came out, Jiu Wenlong, who had no intention of continuing to talk nonsense with Uncle Mei, stood up with his cane in his right hand and said, "I'm sorry, I'm not interested in this kind of business. Uncle Mei might as well find someone else to do it."
"I have something else to do at the company, so I'll leave first."
After saying this, Jiu Wenlong left without any hesitation, leaning on his crutches.
Naturally, those younger brothers of Hutchison didn't waste any words and followed him away.
After a while, only Hong Tai's men were left in the entire Kowloon Ice Room.
"How rude! He just left without even saying hello. He deserves to be paralyzed for life..."
"I'm starving. Why is there no one in this tea restaurant? Where did they go?"
The prince spoke without any scruples, which made Uncle Mei, who already had a gloomy face, unable to bear it any longer. He stood up suddenly, swung his arm, and slapped the prince hard!
Snapped! ! !
An extremely loud sound was heard, which was enough to show how much effort Uncle Mei had put in!
The younger brothers of Hongtai behind him were completely confused. They looked at each other subconsciously and could see the shock on each other's faces.
As far as they can remember, Uncle Mei has never hit the prince!
Not to mention such a powerful slap, even a loud scolding was very rare.
"Dad, you hit me..."
"I know I'm hungry, so you want to hit me..." The prince covered his face, his lips trembling constantly, and his voice was a little sharp. I don't know if it was because his body structure was different from before.
Seeing that the prince had no idea where he had done wrong, Uncle Mei felt his blood pressure rise and his chest ached.
Seeing this, his younger brother at the side hurried forward to support him, and helped him take antihypertensive drugs and quick-acting heart-saving pills. Only then did he feel a little better.
"You are a rebellious son! You are a rebellious son!"
"You're almost 40, why are you still acting like those young men?"
"How many times have I told you not to interrupt when you are discussing business with outsiders? What did you do? You ignored everything your father said!"
Uncle Mei covered his heart with his left hand, and pointed at the prince with a trembling index finger of his right hand. He kept talking, his voice obviously weak.
"Dad, there are some things that you can't blame me for!"
"If it weren't for Wei Jixiang, that traitor, I wouldn't have fallen into Sang Bo's hands!"
"So I said get rid of him, what's wrong with that?"
The prince covered his face and shouted at the top of his lungs, his face full of grievance!
I don’t know if it’s an illusion, but Hongtai’s younger brothers always feel that his voice is a little sharp.
Moreover, it wasn't the shrill, broken voice, but an extremely uncomfortable sound, like a woman screaming.
"Three million Hong Kong dollars is more than enough to get rid of Sang Bo and Wei Jixiang!"
"I also have silver paper like flowers, and I can do more things. Isn't this what you taught me?"
Hearing the prince still chattering, Uncle Mei felt like his head was going to explode. He stood up and said weakly, "Let's go back to the hall."
Immediately, two younger brothers helped him out of the door, but the prince followed behind them, still outputting his own theories.
Uncle Mei closed his eyes and waved his hand, saying, "Let him take another car."
After hearing this, the prince folded his arms across his chest and said nothing more.
This is exactly the result he wanted, otherwise he would have collapsed if his father had to chase him to class.
……
As the year draws to a close, the festive atmosphere in Hong Kong becomes stronger and stronger.
Dragon and lion dance performances can be seen everywhere in the square, and people mostly wear festive red attire when traveling.
Every household is doing a thorough cleaning. In the words of the locals, it is called the 28th day of the year, which means washing away the dirt. It means washing away the bad things from the past year.
Some families who follow tradition will also use pomelo leaves for bathing, which is meant to get rid of past bad luck and bring good luck in the new year.
Every household is busy putting up Spring Festival couplets.
"Huichun" is a Cantonese term, similar to the Spring Festival couplets in mainland China.
The biggest difference between the two is that Spring Festival couplets are generally complete couplets, which require attention to parallelism and rhythm; but Spring Festival couplets may only have one or two words, or four-character phrases.
Tsim Sha Tsui, Hutchison Restaurant.
Although the five-story restaurant had already posted a notice that it was closed for business today, the entrance was still bustling with people. Not only were all the parking spaces full, but there was also a constant stream of people.
Because today is the day for the entire Hutchison Whampoa to pay tribute to God.
The middle and senior management of the society would gather in this restaurant.
As for the idiots in the community, they received the red envelopes early and spent the festival at home with their families.
"There aren't enough parking spaces? Are you kidding me?"
Dadi was wearing a dark blue suit and standing at the door of the restaurant. After hearing the report from his subordinates, his face was full of disbelief.
"Big bottom brother! Of course it's true. What day is today? How dare I make such a joke?"
"Under the leadership of Brother Hao, the society is now developing rapidly. Not to mention the big brothers who own the venues and territories, even some smart and smart guys dare to take out loans to drive cars!"
"As a result, some of the parking spaces we prepared in advance are not enough."
After hearing the younger brother's explanation, Dadi was not angry. Instead, he laughed heartily, "Hahahaha!"
"Brothers of Hutchison, everyone has a house to live in and a car to drive, this is a good thing!"
"Don't worry. Tell your brothers that the entire Tsim Sha Tsui site belongs to Brother Hao. As long as it doesn't violate any rules or laws, you can stop wherever you want. I will call to report it."
Dadi waved his hand and spoke with great pride.
Although these territories are not his, he does feel honored to follow such a big boss!
Looking at the whole of Hong Kong Island, who else can do this besides Brother Hao?
Following such a big boss is a blessing earned in eight lifetimes!
"Brother Dadi, why don't you come in and sit down?" Wuying parked his Fiat two streets away. As he walked to the door of Hutchison Restaurant, he saw Dadi in a dark blue suit and quickly stretched out his hand to greet him.
Da Di nodded and said, "Brother Hao hasn't arrived yet. Who am I to dare to go in and sit in?"
When he said this, Dadi raised his chin subtly and said, "Look over there, Brother Qiang, Brother Rong, and Brother Bin are all busy at the door..."
"How can we, the little ones, have the nerve to go in and sit down?"
Upon hearing this, Wuying suddenly realized what he had learned, and immediately put it into practice and joined the busy team.
Throughout the scene, the people busy included not only Hutchison's younger brothers, but also the Royal Hong Kong Island Police Force.
As one of the four major social organizations in Hong Kong Island, Wo Shing Wo held an annual thanksgiving meeting. For such a big event, how could the Royal Hong Kong Island Police Force not send people to monitor the whole process?
What's more, Lin Zehao's Hutchison Holdings' lawsuit against the Hong Kong Government and the Royal Hong Kong Police Force is still dragging on. They also want to find the opponent's flaws through this incident so that they will have bargaining chips.
"He Sheng He is really rich. Not to mention the big brothers, I see quite a few scoundrels who come here by car."
A police officer looked at the scene in front of him and couldn't help but sigh.
"That's right! Wei Longhao is really amazing. When he was not in power, Hutchison was not what it is now. It would not be an exaggeration to say that it was half dead."
"It's only been a short time, but now, all the thugs under my command are wearing suits and ties, and some even own houses and cars. Compared to before, it's like heaven and earth."
Another police officer also kept nodding and agreeing.
"Tsk! So what?"
"You can tell from how cautious they are that the car was bought with a loan!"
"Besides, why not just be a gangster? You might end up dead on the street someday!"
At this time, another police officer snorted coldly, with disdain written all over his face.
Others just watched the fun and had no intention of expressing their opinions.
The police officer retorted: "What kind of logic is that? Even if he took out a loan to buy a car, it's still a skill. Is it necessary to react so strongly?"
The police officer continued with this argument, "What do you mean I have a big reaction?"
"You mean, I, a police officer of the Royal Hong Kong Island Police Force, would envy a gangster who doesn't know if he can see the sun rise tomorrow?"
"Is this a question of whether he can get a loan to drive a car? The core of the problem is that as long as he is a gangster, all the money he earns is dirty!"
The man from before refuted again, saying: "Come on, sir, you have been a police officer for quite some time, how can you still have such thoughts?"
"In Hong Kong Island nowadays, no matter what you do, you can't escape from the society!"
"It's true that some gangsters do bad things, but most of them just want to support their families and make a living."
"Also, although there is no such thing as a fixed fee now, don't you know where your monthly travel expenses come from?"
The police officer who was confronted said angrily: "What do I know?"
"That's what you were willing to give me, I didn't ask for it!"
"Besides, don't tell me those words about most or small parts. In a nutshell, the gangsters are all social scums and they all deserve to die!"
At this time, the originally boiling crowd gradually quieted down, and everyone subconsciously stopped and looked towards the end of the street.
It seemed like something big was happening over there.
(End of this chapter)
