Chapter 231 Tea Art, Job

Chapter 231 Tea Art, Job

Chapter 231 Tea Art, Job

Half an hour later.

Liang Xinying walked out of the bathroom wrapped in a bath towel, with wet water droplets hanging on her neck.

"Atang, give me the skirt."

Yin Zhaotang brought a white shirt and a hip skirt, placed them on the dressing table by the wall, crossed her arms, leaned against the wardrobe, and teased, "Sister, your socks are wet. Ask the waiter to buy a pair later."

Liang Xinying leaned forward slightly in front of the mirror, picked up her hair with her hands, and dried it with a hair dryer.

"What a filthy guy"

"I told you to take clothes, but you only took the outer clothes. I don't need to wear anything underneath?"

Yin Zhaotang laughed and said, "You are a greedy guy. You can't taste the food if you wear too much."

"Sister, put it on first. You took it off too hastily just now."

Liang Xinying rolled her eyes at him and said, "Little brother, admit that you are anxious!"

Yin Zhaotang smiled, but refused to admit defeat: "Sister, you didn't call me little brother just now."

"Sometimes big, sometimes small, full of lies."

Liang Xinying felt someone approaching from behind, and the little one began to get restless. He twisted his waist, lowered his head to blow his hair, and said shyly: "Ah Tang, behave yourself."

Yin Zhaotang knew that blow-drying hair was time-consuming and laborious, and even standing in front of the mirror was noisy.

After harassing her with his fingers a few times without getting impatient, he returned to the living room and threw the small piece of clothing on the bed.

When Leung Sin-ying walked out of the room, she was already dressed.

"Sister, have some tea." Yin Zhaotang had a happy face and put a cup of tea on the table.

Liang Xinying returned to the battlefield, and her heartbeat began to speed up when she thought about her performance just now.

Fighting hand-to-hand with young people is more tiring than performing an operation.

You will sweat a lot and your body will feel sticky and salty.

"Are you addicted to calling me 'Sister' all the time?"

"Isn't it exciting to call you sister while working?"

Yin Zhaotang shook his head and chuckled, "It's because I feel more energetic. People are always more excited when they break through taboos."

"You little brat, you even want to be my dead dad, aren't you afraid of shortening your life?"

Liang Xinying lowered her head and cursed, then adjusted her glasses. She felt that the angle was wrong, so she took them off and looked at them carefully. She found that the frame had been pressed crooked, and said with a smile: "Remember to send a similar pair to the hospital tomorrow, big boss!"

"No problem."

Yin Zhaotang agreed and said that he would be responsible for what he had broken.

"What do you think about the list of former police officers who donated money?" Leung Sin-ying opened her backpack, took out a document, and did not forget to talk about business.

"No."

"Doctor Liang, do you want to talk about love after you have fun? It makes me look like a male dancer." He held a cigar in his mouth and exhaled slowly, revealing his nice muscle lines.

"I'll give you some time to recover. You'd better stop talking nonsense and hurry up." Liang Xinying glanced at the black boxer briefs.

After reading the list, Yin Zhaotang said slowly with consideration on his face, "The retired police officers who donated money used to be in high positions, and the lowest one was the Chinese detective chief of a district."

"Even if one person donates tens or hundreds of thousands, it's not even enough for a trip to the UK."

"It's just the price of a party. Don't take it too seriously. Some people really want to do charity, while others may just want to make a move. Ask Councillor Hu and your brother to slowly get in touch with the people on the list." "There may not be political support, but I think there will be a lot of economic support."

Liang Xinying nodded slowly: "In the 1970s, many retired police officers were only in their 40s. Now they are still energetic and strong."

"Some people may not be willing to accept this."

The charity fund chose "retired police officers" as its entry point, and it really hit many former senior police officers who were unwilling to be lonely.

They dare not collude with each other and engage in behind-the-scenes politics, but they have a platform to integrate resources, buy and sell quotas, accept bribes, and support the team, which makes things extremely easy.

Donating is a gesture of goodwill, but also a temptation.

As people grow older, they become more shrewd. They know whether a charity fund is good or not by looking at the people behind it.

The sirs are all good business people and are very fond of investing.

Liang Xinying noticed that Yin Zhaotang was ticklish after she touched her once. After they finished talking about business, her nails became restless again. Yin Zhaotang was so angry that her teeth were itching. She pressed down her head with her hand. She took a sip of warm tea in her mouth and began to show her tea art with her eloquent speech. Yin Zhaotang's face changed in shock. It was very exciting.

Two days later.

Po Lam Road, Da Sheng Bao Temple.

At around six o'clock in the morning, the first string of firecrackers rang out, and more than sixty uniformed patrolmen and twelve traffic police had arrived at the intersection.

The police officers set up a cordon and set up a search post.

There were two assault vehicles, one in front and one in the back. The mobile police inside the vehicles were wearing bulletproof vests and holding automatic weapons.

With the experience of Zhongyi Hall opening its gates last time, the police officers were in good order and performed their duties accordingly.

But at about seven o'clock, minibuses arrived at Po Lam Road one after another. By nine-thirty, the entire Po Lam Road was already crowded with people and bustling.

More than 2,000 gangsters from various districts have blocked the road.

Many villagers from Dasheng Village set up food carts on the roadside, selling snacks such as fish balls, beef offal, beef ball soup, and fried three treasures.

Senior Inspector Chen Youyi of the Mobile Unit returned to the passenger seat of the assault vehicle with a box of fried sambal, and then a police officer boarded the back of the vehicle, opened the bag, and distributed the snacks to the guys.

"It's so lively." The sheriff said honestly.

Team member Ah Ting was eating curry fish balls, and his tone was full of admiration: "Lao Zhong opened a new incense hall and became the leader of Wan Chai. The two thousand bad guys are just the beginning."

"There are still many people who want to enter the mountain gate."

The train captain, Uncle Mo, turned around and said, "A-Ting, stop talking."

Chen Youyi frequently poked the fried tofu in the paper box with bamboo sticks, seeming a little absent-minded, as if his mind was wandering.

The news that Zhongyitang was going to hire five gang members at once had spread throughout the underworld. It was spread to those who wanted to make a living in Hong Kong Island, those who hoped to find a backer in Yau Tsim Mong, or those who wanted to get out of the Kwun Tong housing estate.

Without exception, they all rushed to Lao Zhong's mountain gate, hoping to become his disciple.

The current Zhongyitang is not one of the "Big Four", but it is considered a first-class society in Hong Kong Island, comparable in size to Shan'er, Laotong, and Qunle. A Zhongyitang sign is more powerful than the "Big Four Alliance" formed by "Shanma Liantong".

It is only slightly inferior to the "Big Four" of the Number Gang, Sun Kee, Hop To, and Shing Wo. However, it has branches in Hong Kong Island, Kowloon, and the New Territories. People in the underworld who don't have the opportunity to join the Big Four hope to join the powerful and rising Zhongyi Hall.

Today, although it is only the ceremony for the disciples of Zhongyi Hall, there will be blue lanterns to worship at the mountain gate. The rest of the bad guys in the world can come and try their luck.

If you are willing to offer a generous red envelope or have a good reputation in the martial arts world, you may be accepted into the mountain sect.

At this time, the protagonists of the ceremony, Niu Qiang, Feiying, Huapi, Dapao, and Axin, had already prostrated themselves in front of the mountain gate and shouted, "Tsuen Wan disciple Dapao, Shanghai Street disciple Feiying, Shanghai Street disciple Huapi, Niu Qiang, and Axin have arrived at the altar as ordered. We beg the incense master to open the door!"

The red walls and green tiles, the bright sun, and the glazed tiles on the eaves are colorful and magnificent.

(End of this chapter)