Chapter 197: 1 stick of incense in the funeral hall

Chapter 197: 1 stick of incense in the funeral hall

Chapter 197 A Stick of Incense in the Funeral Hall (4K)

On Shanghai Street, in the Yongji Tea Restaurant at the bottom of the company building, Yin Zhaotang, wearing a suit, was trying his best to finish a plate of pork chop noodles by rolling up noodles with a fork and stuffing them into his mouth.

Chuojiao Jin was wearing a white shirt with his sleeves folded up. He held a red paper bag in each hand and hurried to the restaurant door and handed the small bag to Huapi first.

He whispered, "Brother Huapi, a few cartons of cigarettes and a little bit of your thoughts, share them with the brothers."

"A Jin, are you spending a lot of money?" Hua Pi saw him getting out of the taxi, so he took two steps forward and took the initiative to greet him.

When you hear that there is a little bit of "thought", you will know that there are not only cigarettes in the cigarette box, but also local specialties of HSBC. You must keep your eyes and ears open and take advantage of the situation to accept the thoughts handed over by your fellow brothers.

Chuojiao Jin was seen holding a cigarette in his mouth, stamping his feet, and said pitifully: "There is no other way. I have sold all my belongings. I just take this as a chance. I beg Huapi to take care of me."

Huapi nodded, but would not go beyond the rules. He only said, "I will tell Brother Qiang, but whether it will be successful depends on what the boss says. There are too many people looking for the boss every day recently."

"Go in quickly while the boss has just finished his noodles. There's still time for a bowl of sugar water."

"Thank you, Brother Huapi." Chuojiao Jin threw away his cigarette butt, puffing out white smoke from his mouth, and stepped into the tea restaurant, greeting loudly: "Morning, big brother!"

Yin Zhaotang was holding a portion of bird's nest with rock sugar in his hand, scooping it with a spoon. Seeing him wearing a white shirt and trousers, earrings on his face, and big-toed leather shoes, he couldn't help laughing: "A Jin, it's not your turn to work today, right?"

Chuojiao Jin put the paper bag on the table, moved the chair away skillfully, pushed the gift box forward, and said dryly: "Boss, my father brought back some specialties from the mainland, and brought them here specially for you to try."

The two on-duty thugs sitting at the next table saw Brother Jin's flushed face and laughed secretly with their heads down.

Yin Zhaotang gestured to the boss and asked someone to bring him a bowl of bird's nest with rock sugar. He opened the gift box and took a look. He curled his lips and said, "It's a local specialty from the mainland. It's not that, right?"

He made a gesture of rubbing his fingers together with money and said jokingly: "Times have really changed. If you want to work for me, you have to pay me first!"

The news that the society was going to open a decoration company had spread among the five major halls. The decoration company's staff was hired by the market, and the project was found by Shenxiantang.

The signboard has been registered and is called "Zhongji Construction"

It is said that Brother Tang has found a large project in Kwun Tong, which can earn him five million per order. He also has good connections with the Housing Authority and will be able to get more projects in the future.

This made many people in the industry very excited and they wanted to get a piece of the pie in the decoration business.

According to the grapevine, Shen Xian Tong holds 70% of the shares in Chung Kee Construction, while Street Market Boss holds 20% through his own efforts, and the remaining 10% belongs to Councillor Wu.

So within a few days, many leaders of the gangs came one after another, some gave gifts, some showed off their abilities, and even the big guys from other gangs came out to entertain them, hoping to subcontract the business.

If Chuojiao Jin was not an old brother from Garden Building, he would not even be qualified to enter and chat.

What the underworld lacks is not desperate criminals, but opportunities!

Yin Zhaotang was able to create opportunities, and only then did he have a group of brothers around him who were willing to work hard for him.

There is an opportunity that is sure to make money in front of you, so you really have to use connections and give money even if it means risking your life.

Whoever the boss gives the opportunity to is the one he appreciates.

Poking Foot Jin smiled bitterly and scratched his head, "It's always been like this, right, boss?"

"Maybe. Wow, it's really a gift of local specialties, a box of old tangerine peel and a box of Da Hong Pao." Yin Zhaotang opened the gift box in front of him, smiling, and asked again: "This construction company has a bright future, but Xinji is keeping a close eye on it. You should have heard about the affairs of Councillor Hu's family."

"I am willing to give you a chance, but whether you can do it or not depends on you!"

Chuojiao Jin showed his trump card and said, "Boss, Chuiji and Zhaoyao will support me."

The former is a former member of the Sun Yee On, while the latter is a former member of the Wo Shing Wo White Paper Fan. They are still small-time employees in the Zhong Yi Tang, but both of them saw the opportunity and wanted to take a chance.

They have not yet rashly acted alone, but united around Chuojiao Jin, worthy of being the talents who have been the big bottom.

Yin Zhaotang nodded happily: "Okay, I'll ask Niu Qiang to select ten capable brothers to go with you, as a little support for me as the boss."

When Chuo Jiao Jin saw Brother Tang lighting up a cigarette, he stood up and bowed: "Thank you Brother Tang, I won't embarrass my brothers."

"Let's go."

Yin Zhaotang blew out white mist from his mouth and waved his hand.

Chuojiao Jin couldn't hide his excitement and walked out of the tea restaurant. Huapi knew the answer from his expression and tapped him lightly, "Congratulations, Jin, I knew it would work."

"Next time I'll call you Brother Jin."

There are role models such as Zuoshou, Danta, Haoge, and Ah King.

The brothers all knew how the boss promoted people. They had to make achievements, then manage a business, or a few streets, and finally wait until they had enough experience before they could get a job.

No matter how much experience you have, as long as you have money in your hands, you will have a rich life.

Moreover, as long as the trusted brothers who follow him around on a daily basis ask to work outside, they will be given priority.

But only once!
Chuojiao Jin imitated the big boss, put on a white shirt and trousers, picked up a briefcase, and brought his brothers to Zhongji Construction.

You can tell how ambitious the company is even from its name. It is not just about plastering work, but it wants to enter the real estate industry.

We currently rent a 2,000 square foot office in Parker Building on Parkes Street in Jordan to conduct our business.

Jie Shiyong's previous decoration company was not big. Apart from three shift leaders, there were only a dozen employees left, including finance, bidding, warehouse management, purchasing, and supervision.
After receiving the news, these people moved to the new location the next day and were happy to grow with the company.

The three team leaders were all veteran employees of Zhongyitang. On weekdays, when the company had orders, they would lead the guys in their team to work. When the company had no orders, they would take on outsourced business from other companies.

In the past, the company's scattered businesses were all supported by neighbors, making a little money and unable to even support three teams. It was of course a great pleasure to reorganize them.

three days later.

Chuojiao Jin, wearing a fake LV belt, a briefcase under his arm, sunglasses and a gold chain around his neck, swaggered to the building materials street on Lockhart Road in Wan Chai District with five of his brothers.

There are more than 20 building materials companies here, selling everything from wholesale construction materials to high-end bathroom and home furnishings. This is the most concentrated building materials street in Hong Kong Island.

There are all kinds of billboards hanging on the street, including light billboards with holes, white boards painted with paint, and flyers pasted on the walls.

The group went straight to the largest store, "Hong Kong Island Decoration Materials Co., Ltd.". When they arrived at the door, Chuan Jiao Jin raised the belt around his waist and walked into the store and asked, "Which one is the board?"

A peddler with a shaved head and a flowery shirt came forward, and while sharing cigarettes, he looked Zhang up and down and asked, "What do you want to do with Zhang?"

"He said he has a batch of plywood from the mainland that he wants to sell at a low price. Is he here?" Chuojiao Jin, holding a cigarette in his mouth and letting the bald peddler light it, said in a bossy manner, "I've already checked out the goods at Bowl Lane. If it weren't for an acquaintance's introduction, I really wouldn't bother to go through the Red Tunnel!"

The bald peddler smiled flatteringly and said, "Yes, yes, come with me inside for tea, I'll be there soon."

Chuojiao Jin was already accustomed to the flattery from the building materials company, so he walked in with a swagger.

Chuiji noticed something was wrong, grabbed his arm, and whispered, "Brother Jin, don't stay too far away from the car, be careful."

Chuojiao Jin thought about it and it made sense. He stopped and slowly exhaled smoke: "Forget about the tea. Call the people over first."

"Then come in and take a look at the goods." The bald man invited strongly.

Chuiji did not agree to change suppliers temporarily, but it was right to compare prices from three suppliers, and any savings would be profits, so he specially accompanied Ah Jin to Wan Chai.

At this time, the workers who were cutting plates and steel pipes in the company's store gradually stopped their work, and their eyes were like wolves, as if they were staring at them.

When Chuiji saw the scar on a worker's face, his hair stood on end and he shouted, "Brother Jin, hurry up, there is an ambush!" Chuojiao Jin was stunned and greatly surprised. Before he could come to his senses, he was dragged away by his brothers.

Chui Ji took out the switchblade in his hand and yelled, "Fuck, these workers are not wearing masks, they are here to beat the bastards."

Chuojiao Jin suddenly realized what was going on, turned around and rushed to a row of steel pipes in the corner, picked up one as a weapon, and swept it across to block the bald guy in front of him.

"Blow the chicken, get out of the way!"

He stood in front, wielding a long stick with agility. He was already used to protecting his brothers, and his first instinct when encountering something was to block, not to run.

This made Chui Ji a little dazed, and he quickly pulled Chuo Jiao Jin: "Brother Jin, let's go together!"

At this time, several thugs who followed picked up long sticks, stood shoulder to shoulder and formed a forest of guns, using the sticks as guns. At the same time, more than 20 aggressive thugs armed with machetes rushed out from the staircases of the buildings on both sides of the store.

The leader was wearing a leather jacket with a skull pattern and bangs that went over his ears. He was none other than the Tiger Gate warrior “Skull” from Wan Chai.

"Chong"

Inside the store.

A worker pressed the button of a cutting machine, and the blade sparkled, splitting an iron pipe into two.

Immediately, the thug picked up the iron pipe with a smooth cut surface and an angled opening and rushed towards the door, shouting, "Kill!"

"Kill them to death!"

These new thugs are all strong, fierce and fearless.

Chuojiao Jin is quite skilled, as he was a fighter by birth. He has the Northern-style Chuojiao leg technique inherited from his family, and has also practiced Tongbiquan. When he dances with the pole, he moves forward and backward with steady steps and beautiful moves.

One person attacked from the front and defended from the back, and with just a stick, he was able to keep several people including Chuiji behind him.

If the steel pipe in his hand had been sharpened, he would have stabbed five or six new recruits to death.

But Xinji had already set up an ambush. There were more than thirty people, all holding weapons. When they rushed forward, no matter how powerful their kung fu was, it was useless.

In just a few minutes, two brothers were stabbed and fell to the ground, hacked to death in the siege of Xinji, and their blood dyed the stone bricks of the street red.

Chuojiao Jin clenched the long stick with both hands, and roared in anger: "Go to hell!"

The skeleton looked overjoyed, swung his sword and chopped it down diagonally.

The blade directly cut off the stick. Ah Jin was also tough and did not retreat at all. He used both sticks to chop left and block right and continued to fight.

However, the long stick's advantage of long-distance defense and the short stick's flexibility are both disadvantages when facing a large number of people.

Chuiji had been stabbed three times and could no longer hold on. He shouted, "Brother Jin, let's go!"

One of the younger brothers struggled to get out of the battle group, started the car to push the crowd away, pushed open the car door and shouted, "Boss, get in the car."

Ah Jin leaned against the car and yelled, "Chuiji, you go first!"

Seeing this, the skeleton said anxiously: "Don't let the chicken go!"

In the past, Chuiji was a member of Xinji. Although he got the approval of the big boss when he transferred to Lao Zhong, he would definitely be targeted if he met Xinji guys on the battlefield.

If he falls into the hands of Xinji, he will probably be worse off than dead, and Lao Zhong will become another laughing stock.

Chuojiao Jin always remembered to save face for Tangge and dared not do anything to embarrass Tangge. He insisted on leading Chuiji to leave, which moved Chuiji so much that he burst into tears.

Now is not the time to act out a sad story. Whoever the boss says should leave must leave. Chuiji got into the car and turned around to shout, "Brother Jin!"

"puff!"

At this time, the skeleton relied on his sharp sword and large number of people to chop open A Jin's chest with one sword.

"boom."

The thug driving the car didn't even wait for the car door to be closed before stepping on the accelerator and rushing out onto the street. If he had been any later, his car would have been smashed.

Po Lam Road, Tai Sung Temple.

The Bao Temple is currently under renovation, with construction scaffolding erected to renovate the palaces one by one. It also includes remodeling the golden statue, summoning the gods, and repairing the three mountain gates together, which will take at least two years and cost one million Hong Kong dollars.

At this time, a simple mourning hall was set up in front of the main hall.

There were three straw mats spread in front of the hall, on which were the bodies of Chuojiao Jin, Xiangzi and A'sui.

Yin Zhaotang, Jiang Hao, Zuoshou and others wore suits, white flowers on their chests, and bowed deeply in front of the spirit tablet.

Street Market Yong, Lao Mo, Gao Senlao, and Fat Cat all came to burn incense.

A Jin died to develop business for the company, so he will definitely leave in glory and with honor.

night.

The lights were on in the temple, incandescent lamps illuminated the red walls, and light strips were hung on the eaves. In the lonely night, the mantras for the dead on the radio mixed with the chanting of the monks, and the twinkling light strips, winding and twisting, looked like a road leading to the River of Oblivion.

A drizzle of rain was falling and a cool breeze was whistling across the mountain path.

Outside the hall, more than thirty brothers, all wearing black training clothes, knelt on one knee, silent.

These powerful gang members from the Jordan and Mong Kok gangs are asking for battle, hoping to take over the opportunity left by Ah Jin, make meritorious contributions, and be promoted to important positions.

Yin Zhaotang didn't want them to get wet in the rain, so when he saw the rain falling, he took Jiang Hao, Zuo Shou and others out of the mourning hall.

Thirty-four people clasped their fists and shouted, "Brother Tang!"

Yin Zhaotang sighed and said with emotion: "Ah Jin and I walked out of Kwun Tong together. We have been fighting for five or six years and have always been at the forefront."

"Recently, the company has had conflicts with Sun Kee. The new business that Ah Chun is in charge of has had a minor conflict with Sun Kee. He was chopped to death in Wan Chai, and his head was cut off with a cutting machine. The master sewed more than 70 stitches to connect the head and body together."

"I don't want to push my brothers out to fight anymore, but I must avenge Ah Jin. Every wrong has its perpetrator, every debt has its creditor. I want to chop off Chen Yaoxing's head."

Feiying, Huapi, Axin, Shahui and the other thirty-four people were all filled with passion and courage. They shouted in the rain, "We swear to enter the mountain of swords!"

"Flying Eagle, Ashin, both of you come in and pay homage to Lord Guan with me." After Yin Zhaotang gave the order, he turned and walked towards the Guan Sheng Temple next to him.

"Yes!"

Feiying had a proud look on his face, and Ashin's eyes flickered. The two looked at each other, then stood up and followed the boss into the hall.

Jiang Hao sneered, "Don't worry about having nothing to do for the rest of you. Mong Kok, Yau Ma Tei, Causeway Bay and Tseung Kwan O have all been swept by the New Kee Tsai at night. There are plenty of swords and fire."

"Put away your swords and guns, and hang your brain on your belt."

　There are still more in the early morning

　　
　
(End of this chapter)