Chapter 90: 7 Dragon Heads, Full House of Red Sticks

Chapter 90: 7 Dragon Heads, Full House of Red Sticks

Chapter 90 Seven Dragon Heads, Full of Red Sticks

Yin Zhaotang raised his arm, placed two fingers on the handle of Niu Qiang's knife, raised the blade two centimeters, looked at Hua Lianqiang calmly and said, "Are all the people from the Big Four disrespectful? What position do you hold to dare to ask me to hand over the seal? Tell me your name, and I will ask Prince Rong how the Big Four taught me!"

Hua Lian straightened his neck and stepped on Shen Xian Tang in order to save face, but he didn't expect that Lao Zhong's people would not buy it and used both soft and hard tactics to force him to lose face.

Finally, he raised his hand to signal the henchmen to step aside, took two steps back, and respectfully called out the name of the guest: "The guest has arrived, Mr. Yin Zhaotang from Zhongyi Company is here!"

After Niu Qiang put away the knife, he pointed the tip of the knife at Hua Lianqiang: "Look again or I'll dig out your eyes!"

"Welcome distinguished guests, good afternoon!"

"Welcome, distinguished guest!" On both sides of the elevator, more than a dozen waitresses in red cheongsams bent down and bowed. They were all in their early twenties, with light makeup that made their facial features look regular and pretty. They wore high heels, and their cheongsams were slit to the base of their thighs, revealing an area of ​​white muscle.

Niu Qiang and his friends couldn't help but take a few more glances at the waiters' thighs, revealing their country boy nature. Yin Zhaotang, however, really wasn't too interested in concierge services, not because he was aloof, but because he had been to too many clubs.

The girls carrying small tool boxes and small makeup bags stood in a row, bending deeper than here and exposing more than here. If they can't adapt to a small scene, how can they perform on a big stage in the future?
"Huh." Yin Zhaotang blew out smoke and was about to put out his cigar. A supervisor with a name tag on his chest came up, took his cigar, bowed with a smile, and explained that cigars were allowed in the elevator.

He then went into the elevator to help press the floor button and accompanied the group to the elevator entrance on the sixth floor.

Niu Qiang and Hua Pi were not panicking when they were slashing people, but when the girl came in and pressed the elevator button for them, they were all at a loss. Some of them touched their noses, and some looked at the ceiling of the elevator, which made Yin Zhaotang curse them for being useless.

This symptom can be cured by visiting brothels less often and going to saunas in high-end hotels more often.

When they walked out of the elevator, they saw a group of loyal brothers standing on one side of the corridor facing the Big Four's men. They were wearing black short collars and white linings, and their leader was Jiao An, the head of Jie Shiyong.

Jiao An had his hair tied into a bun and wore a denim cap with his hair stuck in the straps behind the cap. He looked handsome, but had some pimples on his cheeks and obvious knife wounds on his arms and shoulders.

He lost some of his coolness and gained some masculinity.

"Brother Tang!"

"Brother Tang!"

When Jiao An saw him coming, he raised the brim of his hat an inch, smiled and greeted him, and whispered, "The conversation inside hasn't started yet."

Yin Zhaotang patted Jiao An on the shoulder, glanced at the brothers on the corridor, and read a hint of expectation in their eyes.

He gave the four henchmen a warning look in return.

He led his brothers into a private room with a wooden signboard of Hongyun Hall. What came into view was a large round table for twenty people. In the middle of the table there was a bonsai in the shape of a small bridge and flowing water. A huge European-style chandelier hung high on the dome. There were two circles of spotlights in the room, and eight potted plants in the corners, including welcoming pine, money tree, bougainvillea, etc.

Some lackeys who were not qualified to sit at the table were sitting on the reception sofa, and the rest of the "Big Four" and Lao Zhong's uncle, the staff were all sitting at the round table.

The whole big round table was full of people sitting around it, but there were only five people on Lao Zhong's side: Fat Cat, Gao Laosen, Jie Shiyong, Lao Mo, and Guangzai. The remaining thirteen people were the four big bosses and employees.

All they could hear was the boss of the Ma Jiao Zai, Gui Liren, who was sitting at the main seat, mocking them in a slow tone: "Old and young, no one is here to take charge?"

"Don't you Lao Zhong have a double-flowered red stick with a very famous name, called Shenxiantang?"

"What about people?"

Tong Xinhe's boss Blind Snake was holding a toothpick in his mouth, supporting the table with one hand, and his attitude was also arrogant: "Yes, Fat Cat, tell your subordinate Shenxiantang to come out and show himself."

"I have a brother named Chaochuan, do you remember him?"

"The car accident in Chaochuan might have been caused by him!"

Blind Snake slapped the table, picked up the toothpick in his mouth, pointed at Fat Cat and shouted, "Damn, nonsense, why don't you say that the Governor is his son!"

Gao Laosen and Jie Shiyong responded with foul language and tit-for-tat. That's how it works. You throw all the dirty water on your opponent, and you must first stand on your moral grounds.

But those who are truly qualified to make decisions will not be in a hurry to speak, like the fat cat in a white Tang suit, smiling and looking like a Maitreya, or Prince Rong in a black Zhongshan suit, drinking tea in the second main seat.

Amidst the shouting and cursing, Yin Zhaotang pulled open an empty seat next to the host and said, biting his cigar, "I'm here. Can we talk now?"

"Your name is Shenxiantang, right?" The blind snake glared at him, saying he was not convinced, but he sat back down.

"Grandpa, Uncle Sen, Brother Yong."

He greeted his own people first.

Fat Cat smiled and said, "I expected it. One person can't stop you."

Yin Zhaotang saw that Xiaoji, the boss of Dong'anle, was also there. He nodded at him and said, "Uncle Ji, thank you very much."

"I also made a flower for you, so why shouldn't I come to support you?" Xiaoji was wearing a green shirt and had a mouthful of yellow teeth when he smiled.

This is the advantage of the double flower red stick. If you really encounter difficulties, there is a society to help you. Although Dong Anle was defeated by Lao Zhong, Sang Kun was not popular to begin with. After his death, Xiao Ji's position became more stable.

In addition, there were no new frictions between the two societies, and the grudges between the societies were settled. After shaking hands and making peace, it was normal to do favors.

Fat Cat glanced at Xiaoji. Xiaoji didn't say a word because Yin Zhaotang was not present just now.

The person invited to act as a peacemaker is like a wooden stake, hanging there, waiting to be dealt with!

Today, the four great leaders have gathered together. There are seven masters present, and the room is full of red sticks. The scene is grand.

The largest negotiation in the underworld in the past year and a half is the Seven Flags Peace Talks at the Fulin Restaurant today.

The O Triads were watching outside, and many people in the underworld were waiting for news, because many people believed that Lao Zhong and Ma Jiaozai were fighting to compete for the white powder market in Mong Kok, and perhaps the result of the negotiation would affect the drug prices in an area.

People in the underworld love gossip, sometimes not for watching the fun, but for analyzing the economic situation.

Just like politicians watching current affairs news.

Gui Liren looked at Yin Zhaotang, taking advantage of his seniority and saying, "I've been waiting for a long time, and finally I see you. Damn, are you here? Now that you're here, let's start talking!"

Yin Zhaotang lowered his head and smoked a cigar without saying a word. Footsteps were heard at the door again. Lawyer Du walked in with Jiang Hao, Dan Tart, A Le, Zuo Shou, Zhuang Xiong, and Liu Chuanzong.

The six people shouted "Brother Tang" in unison, and moved a chair to the sofa area and sat down. Some people sat on the chair backwards with their hands on the backrest, some crossed their legs and whistled, some had fierce eyes, and some had a smile on their lips.

Gui Liren's speech was interrupted, and he cursed in an unhappy tone: "Bastard!"

Yin Zhaotang held a cigar in his hand and glared at him, "I am just a jerk from a housing estate. I don't know any princes or elders, and I don't have any dignitaries to back me up. Today I only have a group of brothers to back me up. I am here to talk to you on behalf of my brothers. You better be polite, old man!"

"Well, the first thing in peace talks is peace. Everyone should be polite and talk things out. If you can't reach an agreement, then get angry. What's the point of showing off your words?" Prince Rong, who was sitting on the wall watching, put down his teacup when he was called and tried to smooth things over with an unhappy tone.

He managed to calm the situation down, but didn't forget to fight back. He stared at Yin Zhaotang and said, "I am the prince you mentioned. What? Do you want to teach me how to get by?"

(End of this chapter)