Chapter 421 Beat him up!
"The main reason why we gathered everyone here today is to discuss the ownership of the Bamboo Union headquarters."
"Let me give you a heads-up. After all, we are allies. There's no need to get so worked up over this matter."
Lei Fuhong, who was sitting in the main seat, really regarded himself as the host and set the tone for everyone right from the start.
However, judging from the expressions of the crowd, it was clear that no one took it seriously.
Lin Minde drank tea with a straw and snorted coldly: "Alright, stop talking nonsense. We are all members of the Black Society. Why are we pretending to be innocent boys?"
"Since it involves a fight, it depends on who has the bigger fist. Apart from this, are there any other ways?"
Ever since Yang Chengrong broke his two thumbs, his personality has changed a lot, becoming very erratic and violent.
Luo Fuzhu was about to smooth things over when Uncle Zhongyong refused to listen and immediately asked, "What? You, a motorcycle rider who drinks water with a straw, dare to question our leader?"
Lin Minde's face immediately turned gloomy. He had lost his thumb and couldn't hold the cup at all. How could he drink water without a straw?
"I think your Sanlian Gang is out of people, and you actually chose a young boy as the leader."
"If you don't agree, come out and challenge me!"
"Even though I don't have a thumb, I can still beat you up!"
Facing Lin Minde's provocation, Lord Zhongyong did not show weakness. He immediately rolled up his sleeves, revealing his strong arms. "Let's fight one-on-one. I'm afraid of you? If I'm afraid of you, I'm not a real man!"
With the big brother acting like this, the younger brothers of the Sanlian Gang and the Tiandao League also started to confront each other. The atmosphere was full of tension and they seemed ready to start fighting at the slightest disagreement.
Luo Fuzhu winked at Yang Dengkui, who quickly restrained Lin Minde. Old Master Jin also persuaded Earl Zhongyong to stop. Liu Weimin said, "That's enough. Aren't we here for a meeting? How can we discuss it if it's like this?"
"Don't forget, besides us, there is also a Hutchison Whampoa in Taiwan who is eyeing us covetously!"
Luo Fuzhu said: "Wei Longhao is an outsider and is not qualified to participate in this kind of thing. If he has any unrealistic fantasies, the Formosa gangs will unite and deal with him first!"
Lei Fuhong was just about to summarize when he saw Lin Minde break free from Yang Dengkui's control and kick towards Zhongyongbo, but unfortunately he dodged it.
"Damn it! How dare you do that? Brothers, beat him up!"
In response to Lord Zhongyong's order, the younger brothers of the Sanlian Gang rushed forward and beat up the people from the Tiandao League.
Lei Fuhong clenched his fists tightly, looking extremely ugly.
At this moment, he felt that he was only the nominal leader of the Sanlian Gang, and the actual power was in the hands of Earl Zhongyong.
Otherwise, how could he explain that his subordinates dared to take action without the order from the gang leader?
"I've put up with you for so long, you idiots!"
"You're drinking tea with a straw. I think you don't understand at all!"
The Tiandao Alliance was not a fool who would not fight back when being beaten. The two sides immediately started fighting each other. Even if their respective bosses shouted orders to stop, it was of no avail.
The box was such a small place that it was inevitable that innocent people would be hurt. After the Sihai Gang injured two of their younger brothers, they also chose to join the battle.
Soon the fight between the two sides turned into a three-way melee. They beat anyone they saw. As long as they were not one of their own, they were the enemy!
"Stop, stop! Everyone stop!"
Perhaps because they were tired of fighting, at the call of Liu Weimin, the three parties gradually stopped, leaving only a few younger brothers still confronting each other. After being educated by their respective bosses, they also chose to stop.
The entire box had already become a mess. Various decorations were smashed to pieces. Even the furniture was not spared. There was not a single intact chair to be found in the entire box.
In desperation, the bosses could only stand and speak.
"Pooh!"
"Do you accept it, Fatty? If you have the guts, continue!"
Lin Minde's gloves had been knocked off during the fight. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with four fingers, still looking perverse.
Luo Fuzhu glared at him, suppressed his anger, and looked at the scene in the box again, feeling exhausted.
"Okay, now that we've already started, let's stop the so-called discussion here."
"Headquarters of the Bamboo Union, everyone should rely on their own abilities."
Liu Weimin looked at his injured brothers and nodded, "That makes sense. What a bullshit meeting. In the end, fists will still do the talking!"
"We are just gang members, not officials. Why do we need to hold a meeting?"
Listening to what these two people said, Lei Fuhong's face turned ugly, he felt that they were mocking him.
After all, he was the one who convened this meeting.
In front of so many people, he couldn't get angry, so he could only force out an ugly smile and said, "Then let's do this. It depends on each person's ability. Whoever gets it first gets it. The other two families can't continue to fight over it. How about that?"
Luo Fuzhu and Liu Weimin looked at each other and nodded in agreement.
As everyone left in displeasure, the meeting ended with a lack of momentum.
The bigger the commotion was before, the more embarrassing it will be when it ends now.
As the saying goes, good news doesn't travel far, but bad news travels a thousand miles. When this news spread to the underworld, other gangs also burst into laughter, thinking that Lei Fuhong was taking things for granted.
If holding a meeting could solve the problem, they wouldn't have to go down this path!
When the news reached the Bamboo Union, the atmosphere within the gang was not as chaotic as outsiders imagined.
The reason is very simple. The younger brothers in the gang have been reassured and have a backer, so they are naturally not panicking.
Not to mention, as long as they can hold on for two waves, not only will their salary double, but they will also get bonuses. Not only are they not panicking, they are even secretly looking forward to and excited about it.
In the conference room.
All the existing middle-level members of the Bamboo Union Gang gathered together, waiting for Brother Hao's final instructions.
Lin Huaile stood in the main seat, looked around, and said, "Everyone, I have said everything I need to say, and I have explained the plan to you clearly. I believe you should be able to weigh the pros and cons and know what to do next."
"Just now, Brother Hao called me. He didn't say anything long, just a simple sentence: hold on to these two waves. Everyone present here will receive a bonus of one million yuan or more. If you unfortunately die, your family will be handed over to the society, and we will definitely let them live comfortably for the rest of their lives."
"I've already delivered Brother Hao's words. Everyone, go out and get ready."
I have to say that Lin Zehao’s choice was correct. When everyone went out, there was no fear on anyone’s face, only excitement!
At such a critical moment, it is useless to paint a rosy picture. Only real benefits can move people's hearts!
After everyone had left, Wang Yu asked with a little concern: "Is it really okay to shrink the front line? Can we stop the offensive of the three gangs?" Because the Bamboo Union's territory was too large and they had too few people to defend it, Lin Zehao finally decided to give up some peripheral territories and only hold on to the headquarters and some core halls.
In this way, as long as Hutchison gets an excuse to take action, it can use the name of the orthodox gang to take back the territories that were previously lost by the Bamboo Union.
Not giving?
Then hit!
What worries Lin Zehao now is not taking action, but the fact that he has no reason to take action due to the restrictions of his identity!
As long as you have a legitimate reason, everything will go smoothly!
Lin Huaile patted Wang Yu on the shoulder and said, "Do you know why Hutchison is in this situation?"
Faced with Lin Huaile's irrelevant answer, Wang Yu shook his head.
"Because we have Brother Hao."
"Do you know why we are in this situation today?" Lin Huaile asked again.
Wang Yu said uncertainly: "Because we have Brother Hao?"
Lin Huaile nodded, with a teachable expression, "That's right."
"I won't hide it from you. The reason why our club has come this far is all thanks to Brother Hao."
"Back then, we and Shing Wo were only ranked third among the four major societies in Hong Kong Island. If it weren't for Brother Hao, we might have ended up like Hung Hing today, and been completely swept into the dustbin of history."
"So, we, the younger ones, always have unconditional trust in Brother Hao's decisions. This has nothing to do with status or power. It is just a truth that has been proven countless times by past events."
Looking at Lin Huaile's pious face, Wang Yu nodded thoughtfully, and the anxiety in his heart quickly subsided.
"Believe in Brother Hao, we can do it!"
It's not that he is timid, but the risk is too high. To put it another way, even if this fails, Hutchison will just miss an opportunity for development, but he will have no way out.
Therefore, Wang Yu must try his best to avoid any mistakes!
For him, this matter can only succeed and not fail!
The Bamboo Union had made all the necessary preparations. The attacking gangs, the Four Seas Gang, the Tian Dao League and the Three United Gang, were also not idle. They mobilized their men and prepared to attack the headquarters of the Bamboo Union.
As for Lin Zehao, he just sat back and enjoyed himself. When he had nothing to do, he would go shopping with Wang Zuxian and talk about business. He was very leisurely.
He was living a carefree life, but the people on Philips' side were like ants on hot pot, unable to remain calm for a moment.
Inside the hotel, Weghorst had already packed his luggage and looked a little overwhelmed. "What's going on? Didn't you say you wanted to ask the Sanlian Gang to take action against Lin Zehao?"
"Within just a few days, the leader of the Sanlian Gang died. Does the new leader intend to fulfill his promise?"
Weghorst was afraid that Jakpo would not take it seriously, so he emphasized his tone and said with gestures, "Listen, Jakpo, I have found some clues. This Lin Zehao is definitely not an ordinary person!"
"He is not just a businessman. According to my friends in Hong Kong, he definitely has a strong underworld background and belongs to the mafia who has the final say!"
"Lin is like the godfather of the Mafia, do you understand?"
To be honest, if he wasn't afraid of losing this job with good salary and benefits after returning, he would have flown back to the headquarters in the Netherlands long ago!
The mafia, these working people can’t afford to offend!
Not to mention, this is a foreign country and they are unfamiliar with the place. It looks like they are here to get killed!
Jakpo was the main person in charge of the negotiations. He was older than Weghorst, had a neat short haircut with a few gray spots, and looked more stable.
But at this time, he couldn't keep his composure any longer.
"Godfather of the Mafia, are you sure?"
"I think he is less than 30 years old. Is this enough to be a godfather?"
Although there are no mafia organizations in the West, mafia culture is deeply rooted in people's hearts.
In their minds, godfathers are middle-aged men who are powerful and elderly.
Can a young man under 30 really reach such a height?
"Gakpo, that's not the point!"
"The point is that the headquarters has called us for three consecutive days, asking us to report the results of the negotiations!"
"The truth is that Formosa Industrial Research Institute and Lin Zehao have already successfully selected a site and are about to hold a press conference for this brand new factory!"
Weghorst said helplessly: "By then, unemployment will be the lightest punishment for us. We may be sued in court and asked to compensate for the business losses caused by this!"
"Wake up, we have to make a decision now."
Jakpo's expression was also very solemn. He was silent for a long time before he uttered a few words, "There is an old saying here that goes, it is better to believe it than not to believe it."
"No matter whether Lin Zehao is the godfather of the mafia or not, we cannot gamble with our lives."
"Book the nearest flight immediately and return to the Netherlands."
On the Sanlian Gang side, Jakpo only had a little friendship with Lei Gong, but now that the other party has gone down to sell salted duck eggs, the friendship is completely severed, and this path is no longer feasible.
Given the choice between losing one's life and losing one's job, a normal person would choose the latter.
You can find another job if you lose it, but you only have one life. Once you lose it, it is gone forever and there is no way to get it back.
Weghorst immediately called to book a flight, and other members of the negotiation team began packing their bags.
Compared with their previous high spirits, they are now like lost dogs, and everyone's mood is extremely low.
The atmosphere in the suite became extremely depressing, and just when everything was going according to plan, there was a knock on the door.
Dude, dunk, dunk.
"Who?"
Weghorst subconsciously asked in English, and Jakpo was extremely nervous, and even opened the drawer and took out a revolver.
"Sir, we are from the housekeeping department. The maintenance department detected a gas leak and we came to check it out."
Judging from the other person's voice, he was not very old and spoke fluent English, which made Jakpo let down his guard a little and signaled others to open the door.
However, he still held the revolver tightly in his hand, with his index finger on the trigger and the muzzle pointing at the door.
Once there is any unusual movement, Jakpo will definitely pull the trigger at the first moment!
The door of the room was opened, and two men in maintenance uniforms walked in pushing a tool cart. The cart was filled with various wires and tools, and looked very messy.
Seeing this, Jakpo finally breathed a sigh of relief and was about to put away his revolver, but he found that the two maintenance workers had already reached into the tool cart.
(End of this chapter)
