Chapter 5: Wisdom

Chapter 5: Wisdom

Chapter 5: Wisdom

It seems that although each fortune has different effects, the endings are all favorable.

Afterwards, we should repay the gods with different good deeds.

It's like drawing lots, there are seven kinds of fortune.

Three kinds of fortunes are drawn this time to choose from. The first one is loyalty fortune. Choose it if you want to be a gangster for life!
The second kind of luck is about righteousness, which lets brothers fight for their own happiness. It can be said that there are gains and losses.

The third type of luck, wisdom, can attack when advancing and defend when retreating, and it seems to be the best.

The conditions for repaying the gods and fulfilling vows are also the highest.

Adopting a disabled orphan and raising him from childhood would easily cost hundreds of thousands of Hong Kong dollars.

But if I had a chance to secretly deal with the Thai guy without getting my hands dirty, that would be a huge advantage.

In the near future, he can easily get rid of the bloodsucking of the family boss Jixiang. In the far future, he can use the credit of doing things for the society to renegotiate business with Chukouqiang.

Looking at it in the long run, you can show your face in front of the grandfather of the society, and lay a good foundation for using the society's name to run a magazine in the future to make money. The potential benefits you can gain are more than hundreds of thousands.

The key is, as long as you don't draw a dead lot, if the signs are not right, you don't have to go. Compared with the two, adopting an orphan is really not harsh. If you don't know how to raise a child, if you have money, hire a servant, if you don't have money, take the child with you and let the brothers take care of him.

It’s just raising an orphan, not supporting his father in his old age. In the 80s, it’s enough to have food to eat and books to read. It’s cost-effective!
Just as Yin Zhaotang decided to choose the word "Wisdom", he saw the smoke in front of him dissipate, leaving only the words of "Wisdom", and began to interpret the divination: [Gengshen year, Gengchen month, Renxu day, set off at 3:30 pm, drive to Kai Tak Airport in Kowloon, the divination is effective, and the winning ticket is in hand. ]

[Please complete the reward within two days! ]

The smoke dissipated, everything returned to normal, and no one around noticed anything unusual.

It was Yin Zhaotang's turn to burn incense. He stepped forward and respectfully inserted the incense into the censer, then bowed three times. The interpretation of the divination sticks had just been completed, and there was no threat of being struck by lightning or struck by five thunderbolts for deceiving the gods.

Besides being surprised, I also had more respect for him.

If it really is a miracle, there is nothing wrong with believing in it. If it is really good luck, you should do more good deeds.

Good deeds will be rewarded with good, and evil deeds will be punished with evil. If there really is "retribution" in this world, why would we be afraid that no one will do good?
Yin Zhaotang returned to the queue and stood in an orderly manner. After all the brothers had finished offering incense to Guan Erye, the society's second marshal Gao Laosen stood in front of the altar with a bamboo tube in his hand and shook it a few times. Then he placed the bamboo tube at the feet of Guan Erye's statue in front of his brothers.

"Heaven and earth are our witnesses, the sun and moon are our proofs, in front of the Five Ancestors, at the feet of Guandi."

"Draw bamboo sticks in the order of burning incense before. The one with a vermilion red seal on the bottom of the stick will win the lottery and receive 50,000 yuan for resettlement. If the matter is successful, the society will also reward you handsomely."

"The old boss and all of us are watching. We sincerely hope to see new members emerge in the club. Let's start the lottery."

The first man in the first row was wearing a white sweatshirt, he was in his twenties, and had a scar on his back. He strode forward and shouted, "Respect the loyal and righteous, Tseung Kwan O Tong, Chen Dongwei!"

Then he reached out his hand and drew a stick from the bamboo tube, held it up in public, and handed it to Gao Laosen beside the altar for inspection.

"Respect Zhongyi, Causeway Bay, Ma Dahui!"

"Respect the loyalty and righteousness, the Yau Ma Tei Hall, Lei Yaozu!"

"Respect loyalty, Kwun Tong, Yin Zhaotang."

Lots were drawn one by one, and each one was a lucky one. The probability of one in twenty-seven was not too high, but not too low either. As more and more lucky lots were drawn, the brothers who were next to draw the lots became more and more nervous.

Inside the dark room, the atmosphere became increasingly depressing. Many people standing in line were sweating profusely, and the movements of drawing lots in front of the altar became increasingly solemn and the speed became increasingly slow.

Some people drew the lottery and breathed a sigh of relief, while others drew the lottery and sighed secretly. In the underworld, most people are unwilling to risk their lives for tens of thousands of dollars, but many people are in urgent need of money, or have ambitions and want to use the opportunity of working for the society to get promoted.

Yin Zhaotang knows that blind ambition will only ruin the future, but the young people of every era are always prone to fall into artificially created fairy tale dreams, but the young and dangerous people in the underworld dream of becoming "big bosses".

Some people who didn't win the lottery actually had regretful expressions on their faces.

Until a young, immature, short fat boy trembled, raised the bamboo stick in his hand with a look of fear, and shouted in a trembling voice: "Causeway Bay, Fatty, Fatty Ming"

Gao Laosen frowned upon seeing this and cursed in displeasure: “Fuck him, who recommended a piece of barbecued pork to do the job!”

Uncle Mao held the dragon head stick in his left hand and gently patted Gao Laosen's shoulders twice with his right hand, signaling him not to talk any more.

"Those who win the lottery stay, and the rest leave the incense hall."

Yin Zhaotang heard Uncle Mao's unhurried tone and turned around to leave the incense hall with the other brothers. Second Route Marshal Gao Laosen was the last to come out and closed the door of the incense hall with both hands.

The guests who were sitting at the octagonal tables in the middle hall drinking tea, when someone walked out of the incense hall, their first reaction was to look for the missing face.

There are more than a thousand people in Jingzhongyi, and the basic number is more than a hundred. Excluding those of the older generation who have retired, those who have not made a name for themselves, and those who are studying in the kiln, there are only more than twenty backbone members in various regions.

Each person recommends a henchman, and they all know each other's abilities, so they can quickly find out who has disappeared.

Uncle Jixiang looked a little disappointed when he saw Yin Zhaotang. He sat on the chair without moving his butt and waved, "Atang, come and sit down and have tea with us."

Jiang Hao, holding a cigarette in his mouth, stood under a beam and walked towards the boss with a look of surprise: "Brother Tang, are you okay?"

"lucky."

Yin Zhaotang patted Jiang Hao on the shoulder, but when he came to Jixiang, his expression changed: "Uncle Jixiang, I'm sorry, I didn't get the chance."

Jixiang was a shrewd man, so how could he not see Yin Zhaotang's undisguised relief? He shook his head and said sadly, "It's all determined by fate. If God doesn't give you a chance, it's too difficult to make a name for yourself."

"Atang, come and have some tea." He poured a cup of hot tea himself.

Lao Mo, Cai Shiyong and other big shots watched Jixiang's performance as a close boss with cold eyes, and some people sneered in his face. Yin Zhaotang glared back at the laughter with a reckless and impulsive look.

Cai Shiyong did not feel offended. He smiled and said, "What a fool. He only knows how to make money but not how to behave. He has no future!"

"Tiao, what are you talking about?" Jiang Hao couldn't stand people laughing at the boss, so he pointed at him and said, "Red Stick is really so arrogant that he can laugh at his fellow disciples?"

"Ahao!"

Yin Zhaotang turned around and called his younger brother, nodding to apologize to Cai Shiyong: "I'm sorry, Brother Yong, I don't know how to behave, sorry for that."

"It doesn't matter. I'll only see you a few times in my life." Cai Shiyong shook his hands and continued drinking tea, acting as if he didn't care.

Jixiang's eyes flickered as he looked at Gao Laosen in front of him. Seeing Gao Laosen slightly shaking his head, he knew that the restaurant owner Uncle Mao was watching him closely and he couldn't do anything about the life and death lots.

It is difficult to push Yin Zhaotang out. He must do it once but not twice in the short term, otherwise it will backfire and arouse suspicion from his subordinates.

Unexpectedly, before leaving the ancestral hall, Yin Zhaotang took the initiative to say: "Uncle, I don't want to be looked down upon anymore, I plan to do something."

(End of this chapter)