Chapter 137 Betting

Chapter 137 Betting

Chapter 137 Betting
When the sound of gongs and drums was heard in front of the Great Sage Palace, the ceremony of entering the mountain gate was over.

Under the dance of the dragon dance team, two dragons rushed out of the palace gate and flew into the crowd. When the people in the martial arts world heard the sound of gongs and drums, they knew that the gate of Zhongyi Hall was closed.

However, the lively buffet had just begun. The kitchen helpers came to the table each carrying a large stainless steel basin and served the basin to the table that was full of people.

Each table is placed with a bucket of rice, a pot of soup, some cold dishes, and a hot pot, which is considered a complete New Territories buffet.

The cold dishes included boiled chicken, pickled shrimp, four kinds of rice wine, and olives. The soup was kelp and pork soup, and the hot pot contained taro, abalone, radish, bamboo shoots, squid, pig skin, mushrooms, and braised pork.

Lin Guoguang watched eagerly as the gangsters began to invite their friends to the table and eat heartily. He asked greedily, "Ahtou, what are we having for lunch?"

"Barbecued pork or roast duck?"

Tan Huanxi suggested: "Atou, I want to add a braised egg."

"Eat, eat, eat. You just wait for food. You didn't order any food at noon." Li Zhibin put the police officer ID hanging on his chest into his collar and strode towards the buffet.

"Boss, where are the dozen brothers? If you don't order meals, what will they eat?" Lin Guoguang caught up and said.

Jimmy Lai waved his hand in front of him, "You idiot, why don't you eat the free buffet? What's the point of calling it barbecued pork rice? Do you know how expensive a meal delivery is in the New Territories? The money you save on the meal is enough for a foot massage."

"Ah, let's go to Lao Zhong's for free food!" Lin Guoguang was surprised and a little embarrassed, but the other guys who followed him started to get excited.

Who doesn’t like free food?
What's more, you can save money on foot washing.

Jimmy Lai said, "After working hard all day, what's wrong with eating a meal with Lao Zhong? What's a buffet? What's a buffet?"

"Then come and eat if you want. Eat as much as you want. If you fill up a table, you can open another one. You can pack up the leftovers."

"That's right, remember to give face to the boss and put away all the documents!"

Lin Guoguang quickly put away his documents.

A dozen brothers from O Ji found two empty tables and filled them up in no time. There were already cold dishes, rice and broth on the table, and the kitchen helper opened two more tables and immediately served the hot pot.

"Thank you very much."

"Thank you."

The servants picked up their chopsticks, nodded in thanks, and were all very polite.

Poon Choi is a staple dish served during festivals in the walled villages of the New Territories.

The upper layer is covered with precious ingredients such as abalone and prawns, and the lower layer is covered with pork skin and radish that absorb the soup. After layer by layer, the special soul sauce is poured on top.

One serving is enough to feed a table of people.

In the early years, the villagers in the walled villages were poor and the dishes in the hot pot were all vegetarian. Now they can afford to eat meat, but they continue the tradition of hot pot.

The number of prawns and abalone placed on the hot pot has become a way for the host to show his strength.

Today, Lao Zhong received more than 2,000 people, including the 49ers from the community and the villagers from Dasheng Village. The 200 buffet tables were full. If there were not enough seats, it didn't matter. After the people finished eating, they would be served again.

Some people can eat from morning to night, some come to eat after watching a big show, and some people fall drunk on the ground after a short while.

"It smells pretty good, Sir Li."

“It tastes better than barbecued pork.”

"Where can I go to wash my feet tonight? I'll call my wife and tell her I have to work overtime. Guoguang, please be my witness."

The group of people praised it and were smiling happily.

Suddenly, someone moved a chair and sat next to Lin Guoguang.

Lin Guoguang, who was eating, glanced over and saw that it was Senior Anti-Drug Inspector Feng Yaowen. Feng Sir had already aligned his chopsticks, picked up an abalone and stuffed it into his mouth, eating it with relish: "The chef's skills are good."

Li Zhibin asked, "Yaowen, what are you doing here?" Feng Yaowen glanced at him and said, "Is there anything else I can do here? I am the same as you."

Li Zhibin narrowed his eyes slightly and said with a smile: "Are you here to eat for free like me?"

He knew that the anti-drug team had also nailed Lao Zhong into the team.

"Yes, but I'm not as shameless as you to bring more than a dozen people to open a table." Feng Yaowen scolded with a smile.

The brothers in the society stared at the policemen and must have known that the sirs were eating for free, but the gate was open and everyone who came was a guest. Since the sirs had found a seat, the food must have been served.

Yin Zhaotang followed Fat Cat and toasted with the guests, overshadowing the few people on the street. Liao Zhihong wore a suit, his right sleeve was empty, and he raised the cup in his left hand and said loudly: "Atang, a toast to you."

"Thank you, Brother Zhihong."

Yin Zhaotang held the bottom of the cup, clinked glasses with him, and drank it all in one gulp.

Liao Zhixing, the second son of Liao Runchen, who was sitting nearby, immediately stood up and raised his glass to invite him to drink: "Ah Tang, I am a director of the New Territories Youth Industry and Commerce Association. If you need help with your business, remember to ask."

Yin Zhaotang quickly filled his glass with wine and clinked glasses with him, praising him with a face full of honor: "Thank you, Brother Zhixing. The Youth Federation of Industry and Commerce is a big place, and it is inevitable that we will trouble you in the future."

"No problem, no problem." Liao Zhixing wore glasses and a bow tie, was thin, and looked like a teacher.

Liao Runchen's youngest son, Liao Zhizhang, was wearing a Gucci jacket, a string of sandalwood beads, and earrings. He was less than 30 years old, and had the temperament of a playboy. He put down his chopsticks after eating two mouthfuls of the hot pot, raised his wine glass under his father's signaling gaze, and said nonchalantly: "Ah Tang, if you have the ability, I'll come to Mong Kok to play with you when I have time."

Yin Zhaotang smiled and replied, "I'm always at your service, Brother Zhizhang."

Liao Zhizhang nodded, picked up a Porsche key, turned around and left the banquet.

Liao Zhihong said politely: "There is something going on at Zhizhang Company."

Anyone with a discerning eye could see that the three sons of the Liao family were fighting overtly and covertly for the position of the next generation leader. Whoever could inherit Liao Runchen's position in the Heung Yee Kuk would be the next generation leader of the Liao family.

Fat Cat asked bluntly in a secluded corner: "Ah Tang, Mr. Liao is not in good health. Who do you think will be in charge of the Liao family in the next generation?"

"We at Zhongyitang don't have any connections in the political world, and the Liao family is the one with the best connections. If we want to develop the society well, we must manage it properly."

"The society has limited funds, so we can only bet on one person."

The reason why Yin Zhaotang was able to gain Liao's support during his last visit to the Liao family was because the gentry and the community were natural allies. If Zhongyitang could rise, it would naturally repay the Liao family.

Because people from social organizations are not good at politics, but the gentry class is the reserve of the scholar class, and they can take over if there is an opportunity. It is common for social organizations to support gentry to enter politics and form business-political alliances.

Fei Mao was afraid that Yin Zhaotang didn't understand the ins and outs of the matter, so he intended to give him some pointers so that when he took over in the future, he would be able to do things more easily.

"Uncle Liao's youngest son is a second-generation rich man. He drives a luxury car, manages a company, and monopolizes the building materials business in Shangshui Township. He looks very wealthy, but he has already been eliminated."

"The second son, Zhixing, is very smart and is regarded by the outside world as the successor. However, the Youth Industry and Commerce Association sounds impressive, but in fact it is a subsidiary organization of the New Territories Industry and Commerce Association. He is still a director and a mediocre person."

"Although Brother Zhihong has a broken arm, he is the vice president of the New Territories Disabled Persons Association and the eldest son of the eldest son. I am optimistic about him," Yin Zhaotang said.

Fat Cat's eyes were full of surprise, his gaze sparkling: "But no one in the Liao family is convinced by a disabled person, and the villagers look down on disabled people even more."

"I am optimistic about Zhihong's future. It has nothing to do with whether he is the next generation leader of the Liao family in the New Territories. The Liao family can hand over the position to Zhixing for dignity, but I think Zhihong has a better future."

"Grandpa, you said that we have limited funds and cannot afford to bet on the entire family. We have to bet on one person. Then why should we consider the position of the family? We will bet on whoever can be used by us and bring us greater benefits."

Fat Cat shook his head with emotion: "I almost forgot that you are the kind of person who is born to be a leader. I'll do as you say, but while Liao is alive, the society cannot support anyone, otherwise it will offend Liao."

"I know. I can't arrange other people's afterlife. I'm just a comrade and we get along well. There's no need to gossip, right?" Yin Zhaotang knew too well that old folks liked to abide by the rules.

Fat Cat picked up the teacup, drank a sip of tea, rinsed his mouth, and said with a smile: "Of course no one can gossip. Atang, you took in the big cannon because you were interested in the big flying meat, right?"

(End of this chapter)