Chapter 237: It turns out he is a patriotic businessman

Chapter 237: It turns out he is a patriotic businessman

Chapter 237: It turns out he is a patriotic businessman
Sha Hui put his finger on the trigger with a ferocious look on his face. He pulled the trigger little by little, with a struggle between his conscience and his conscience in his heart.

Ten seconds seemed like half a day had passed.

The ladies in the box were extremely frightened. Some hid in the corner with their heads in their hands, some sat on the sofa with their hands raised high, and so on.

Under Ding Jiasheng's regretful gaze, Sha Hui suddenly turned off the safety, put the gun back on his waist, and grinned: "My name is Sha Hui, I'm not really stupid!"

"It's easy to kill you, but who will take the blame for me?"

Ding Jiasheng sighed, his shirt soaked with sweat from his back. The regret in his heart immediately turned into pride, and a sneer rose at the corner of his mouth. He forced himself to be calm and said stutteringly, "It's good to know. I'm just trying to make money."

"Please reply to Mr. Yin. I will go to his house to apologize tomorrow."

"Definitely go!"

After he finished speaking, he calmed down again, feeling that he had escaped from the gates of hell, and reached out for the cigarette on the table.

Little did he know that the struggle between his conscience and his mind just now had exhausted all of Shahui's brainpower.

During the rest of the time, Sha Hui didn't listen to Ding Jiasheng's words at all. He was busy looking for a convenient weapon in the dim box.

Just at the moment when Ding Jiasheng was reaching for a cigarette, he picked up a switchblade from the fruit plate, and with a "click" the knife popped out and stabbed it straight into the back of Ding Jiasheng's hand.

"what!"

Ding Jiasheng covered his hands, fell back on the sofa, and widened his eyes in horror.

I saw the blade piercing through the palm of his hand, and blood was flowing down his skin, dyeing the navy blue brand-name suit into deep red.

There were screams in the private room, and some brave ones rushed to the door, pushed it open and escaped.

The timid one's face was filled with despair and was terrified.

A dozen security guards armed with machetes followed the sound, broke into the box, turned on the lights, and shouted one after another: "Brother Silly Hui!"

"Silly brother Hui!"

Their tone was indeed filled with surprise, but there were many brothers who ran the nightclubs in Wan Chai who were smart and quick-witted.

Otherwise, why would he be transferred to manage the oil and water area?

Once one person recognizes the driver next to the boss, a group of people will call him brother.

Sha Hui had a ferocious look on his face and lifeless eyes, like a fool who didn't know what was good for him and ignored his brothers on the field.

He grabbed Ding Jiasheng's neck with both hands, rode on him, and was determined to kill him.

"Uh uh uh."

Ding Jiasheng's face flushed, he was out of breath, and his eyes were full of disbelief.

They have already put away their guns, so why are they still killing people?

You will be charged for shooting, but you won’t be charged for strangling someone to death!
I was clearly just making a small request, so was there any need to draw my gun? I thought he was just bluffing and it would be okay if I fought back.

Who would have thought that there really are gangsters who treat actors as human beings? It really breaks the rules.

Sha Hui watched Ding Jiasheng's eyes gradually lose focus, loosened his hands, pulled out the knife from the back of his hand, and stabbed him several times in the heart.

The colleagues nearby who were glancing at the scene out of the corner of their eyes were so shocked that they lowered their heads and could not bear to look any closer.

After making sure that the person was dead, Ding Jiasheng's body was thrown on the ground. Sha Hui put the knife on the table and said with satisfaction: "Perfect, it's really a masterpiece!"

Luo Yang, the thug watching the scene, mustered up his courage and stepped forward, cautiously asking, "Brother Silly Hui, why did you kill your own boss?"

"I'm helping the boss."

Silly Hui patted Yangzi on the shoulder, pointed at the scene and said, "I'm saving your face. Can you handle it?"

Luo Yang is a small leader who came from Dapao. He followed Dapao to work in Wanchai White Paper Fan and cannot be considered a direct descendant of the Garden Building.

Although there are two oil and water places, they are only qualified to pass cigarettes to Brother Hui.

"There will definitely be no problem working for the boss." Luo Yang put away his lighter, patted his chest, turned around and gave his henchman a look.

Someone immediately dragged Ding Jiahua up from the ground, covered his mouth with a towel, and dragged him out of the box.

Sha Hui spit out the cigarette and shouted loudly: "Don't say anything that Brother Tang doesn't want to hear, and don't do anything that Brother Tang doesn't like!"

"Today, I came to say hello to Boss Ding. Next time, be careful about what happens to you guys."

"Go away."

Duan Mingren and other nightclub owners left in a hurry, and the next day, they lined up to apologize to Yin Sheng.

At this moment, they remembered that Shenxiantang relied on defeating Chen Yaoxing and bringing his men into Wan Chai.

Maybe, the cousin mentioned by Ding Jiasheng is a tough guy, but it doesn’t affect Shenxiantang’s ability to get rid of them!
When Sha Hui returned to the massage room, the boss and several customers were still getting foot massages.

"Boss."

He bowed.

"Have you finished greeting?"

Yin Zhaotang sat on the chair with a calm tone.

Shahui responded: "I have said hello."

"Well, I've received a call from Dapao. Someone will clean up the trouble later. Be careful when you greet others next time and don't easily draw blood." Yin Zhaotang didn't have to kill Ding Jiasheng, but if Ding Jiasheng refused to bow his head, he really had to be trampled to death.

After all, Wan Chai is a turbulent place. Not to mention the newly opened gang of Lao Zhong, there are still people who want to break into the territory he has been operating for more than ten years.

The residual power of killing Chen Yaoxing is still there, so there will be no problem in maintaining stability for one or two years. However, if we show the slightest cowardice, we will have to risk the lives of our brothers to establish our authority.

It is better to shed the blood of outsiders than to shed the blood of our brothers.

Sha Hui curled his lips and said, "I just wanted to say hello, and he told me to shoot." Zhang Guorong, Lai Siu-tin, Michael Mi and A Lok all jumped.

"Everyone uses guns?"

When I heard Yin Sheng making the phone call, I thought he was just going to kill someone.

"You didn't shoot!"

Yin Zhaotang looked surprised, he had heard something about it just now.

Sha Hui chuckled: "Of course I didn't shoot. That idiot wanted to provoke me and thought I, Sha Hui, was the stupidest person!"

"Pick!" Ah Le sipped his cigarette and cursed, his emotions difficult to discern.

Sha Hui said: "I killed him with a knife!"

Yin Zhaotang shook his head helplessly. He guessed what Ding Jiasheng was thinking, but he didn't think he was wronged at all.

Zhang Guorong was a little scared. He drank a glass of water and couldn't help asking, "Brother Tang, will there be trouble if we do this?"

He is a weak person by nature and feels that letting the artists perform will not result in any loss of life.

"There won't be any trouble. We have all our people in the place. We have already dealt with the two Ding brothers. No one will tip off the police. In the end, it will just be a missing persons case."

If there were no gunshots, no bored guest would call the police. People present were afraid of being caught and would not testify.

There are many similar missing cases in Hong Kong Island, and unless the remains are dug up, an investigation will never be launched.

The society works professionally, unlike a killer in the heat of the moment who would dig a half-meter hole and hastily bury the victim.

"Sometimes, giving the bosses a reminder every once in a while will help them do better business." Yin Zhaotang revealed his cold side, hoping to alert those present.

Not only did David Mi not feel offended, he even smiled. After seeing similar things happen a few times, he realized that his previous submission was not shameful at all.

Zhang Guorong nodded, kept silent, and felt a little more afraid.

But there is a deeper respect in my heart.

Because, the bravery that Brother Tang showed was to protect their artists.

Although, the purpose of the investigation is to make money for the company, it makes the artists feel that they have a backer. Other management companies run by gangs claim to protect artists, but in fact they only protect the company's income.

When it comes to things like accompanying drinking and singing, which can earn income for the company, they will never mention protection again.

Brother Tang really put the word fairness into practice to the end. He was not hesitant to get rid of a dance hall owner to establish his authority and let the people in the underworld know his determination.

Where there are some people who fear you, there are others who love you.

In Yin Zhaotang's eyes, the value of celebrity artists is much higher than that of several dance hall owners. Moreover, the commission of dance halls is already very low. If you are not convinced, ask someone to step in and see if there is any profit!

The next day, early in the morning.

Fat Cat handed a cup of tea to his disciple and said, "Today, the head of Heshenghe, You Bo, is hosting a banquet for his disciples and invites us from Zhongyi Hall to attend."

Yin Zhaotang raised his cup to drink tea, picked up the invitation beside him, and said with a lack of interest: "Inviting all the heroes in the world, tsk. Who is it? It's so impressive?"

Fat Cat responded, "Happy, one of the Shenghe Seven Stars, was caught smuggling rubber to the mainland seven years ago."

The industrial level in the interior is lacking, and the southern provinces are in short supply of oil and rubber.

In Singapore and Vietnam, there are large rubber plantations owned by Chinese businessmen.

Going north to make money and smuggling supplies have always been the way for Hong Kong merchants to make money.

From small items like pork and radios to large items like refrigerators, oil and medicines.

However, smuggling to the north is a sensitive area for the British Hong Kong authorities. They have no time to check daily necessities such as pork, but they have to strictly guard against electrical appliances, oil, medicines and rubber.

With evidence, he can easily be sentenced to life imprisonment, and anyone involved in related cases will face a minimum of a dozen years in prison.

Yin Zhaotang couldn't help but be surprised: "He is a patriotic businessman, so he should be proud of being released from prison. But if he was caught by the foreigners in Tongbei, wouldn't he be sentenced to 20 to 30 years?"

"It took only seven years to come out. The mainland has put in a lot of effort."

Fat Cat was noncommittal: "Maybe."

Yin Zhaotang said: "Qixing is the signature figure of Shenghe, and he is never a sham. When someone is released from prison, it is normal to have a grand ceremony and a reception to boost momentum."

Fat Cat glanced at him and said, "I told you that I wanted you to avoid it at night."

"Grandpa, what happened?"

"My people are having conflicts with Shenghe?"

Yin Zhaotang has two thousand disciples, so it is normal for some of them to have occasional friction with Shenghe.

Fat Cat shook his head: "The Ding brother you killed last night was Kai Xin's cousin. Kai Xin's original surname was Ding."

"Hehe, then I must go and see the famous Brother Kai Xin." Yin Zhaotang sneered and finally found the reason why Ding Jiasheng was doing something stupid.

It is not necessarily that he was instructed by someone, but he must have felt that his boss was out of prison and had a backer, so he could show off his power.

Fat Cat wanted to keep the peace. After all, Shenghe was at its peak, and was more popular than Hetu and Xinji.

Each of the Seven Stars has thousands of disciples, and none of them is worse than Shenxiantang.

But the company's second marshal avoided the table, which was a bit servile. Atang was unwilling, so he could only nod and agree: "Okay, let's go together tonight to broaden our horizons."

"Kai Xin is Uber's most proud student and has a chance to be elected as the CEO."

Yin Zhaotang took it very seriously, but he said, "Each of the Shenghe Seven Stars has a chance to be the boss. After being in jail for seven years, it's hard to say whether he can get back to the top."

(End of this chapter)