Chapter 275 This is Lao Zhong’s fate

Chapter 275 This is Lao Zhong’s fate

Chapter 275 This is Lao Zhong’s fate

Zuoshou, Jiang Hao, Dan Tart, Ah Lok, and the Flying Eagles all regretted that they had not called out "Grandpa" quickly enough, and immediately shouted in unison: "Grandpa!"

"Grandpa!"

Shatouzi and Jieshiyong hesitated for a moment before both shouted, "Grandpa!"

Guangzi clenched his fist, slammed it on the table, and said in a buzzing voice: "Atang is the second marshal. If something happens to the leader, he will take over the club. I have nothing to say."

"Brother Tang, you take charge!" said Lao Mo.

Choukouqiang, Feishi, Yaohui, Zhaoyao and other white paper fans and straw sandals got the nod from the big boss, and a series of shouts rang out like bells.

"Grandpa, Grandpa, Grandpa."

Every time you call "grandpa", it represents power.

It is what people want and we are dedicated to the public!
Yin Zhaotang unconsciously clenched his right hand, as if holding an invisible object. He was faintly excited, his blood boiling, and exhaled, "Thanks to the recommendation of all the brothers, since I am the leader, I, Atang, will do things for the society first."

"Uncle Sen, explain clearly what happened this morning in front of the brothers."

Gao Laosen was still shocked by Yin Zhaotang's iron-fisted rise to power, but when his name was suddenly called, he hurriedly said, "Atang, bah, dragon head!"

"At seven in the morning, Brother Mao and I were having breakfast. At half past nine, Brother Mao suggested going to the tailor shop to look at the fabrics."

"When Brother Mao had chosen the material and was about to pay, two thugs suddenly stopped at the door, pulled out their guns and started shooting. After killing Chengzi and several others, another group of people came down and kidnapped Brother Mao."

Gao Laosen spoke in a halting manner, but his summary was concise.

The brothers had heard the whole story to some extent, and they all looked at the acting leader in the main seat to see what the leader would do next.

Longtou looked thoughtful, tapping the table with his fingers, and asked, "Uncle Sen, how many people knew about your visit to the tailor shop?"

Gao Laosen sighed, "Brother Mao just had the spur of the moment idea to make you a dress for the inauguration ceremony at the end of the year."

"No one should know about it, but someone is watching it."

Everyone present was touched when they learned that Uncle Cat went to the tailor shop to make a formal dress for Yin Zhaotang.

Yin Zhaotang's eyes flickered, and he felt uncomfortable. He asked in a deep voice, "Where is the tailor's master?"

"Xiao Fu has just finished taking the statement, and he and Lao Fu are drinking tea downstairs." Gao Laosen said.

"Tell them to go upstairs." Yin Zhaotang said.

"Understood!" Gao Laosen clasped his fists and turned to give Ma Zai a look. The father and son from Fu Ji Tailor Shop went up to the attic, and pleaded in panic and fear: "Mr. Yin, Brother Mao's matter has nothing to do with us."

"Uncle Fu, I rely on evidence when I do things. Grandpa has been making clothes in the store for more than 20 years, and nothing has ever happened before. This proves that you are reliable enough."

"I have to say first that I'm sorry for affecting your business and almost getting someone hurt." Yin Zhaotang helped Master Fu up with a concerned look on his face.

Old Fu quickly shook his head: "Mr. Yin, it doesn't matter. I just wish Brother Mao peace."

"Thank you!"

"Excuse me, did you bring the fabric that my grandpa chose?" Yin Zhaotang asked.

Old Fu nodded quickly: "Yes!"

"Please help me measure my body and do as I say." Yin Zhaotang said.

Old Fu nodded hurriedly: "Okay, okay."

He took out his tape measure and went forward to help Yin Zhaotang measure his body and compare the fabrics. When the two masters finished their work, many of the people present had tears in their eyes.

Even Yin Zhaotang's eyes turned red, and he clenched his fists and asked, "Master Fu, how many days will it take to make the clothes?"

"It will take at least a week at the fastest." After a brief thought, Lao Fu gave a conservative answer.

"Seven days!" Yin Zhaotang came to the main seat, held the back of the chair, put it down and said, "No matter whether Grandpa is alive or dead, I will give you an explanation in seven days."

"If you want to get involved in this mess, the leader can fall, but the letter cannot collapse!"

"There are 20,000 or 20,000 brothers in the club just to make a living. Which is more important, brothers or the leader?"

Jiang Hao, Zuo Shou, Guang Zai, and Lao Mo said in unison: "Brothers are important!"

"The dragon head is heavy!" There was a counter-note mixed in with the shout.

Silly Hui touched his head and found that he had said something different from the others, so he quickly changed his words: "Brother Tang is heavy!"

Yin Zhaotang glanced at him lightly and said, "Since the club's boss and uncles are here today, please trouble Uncle Gensheng to set up the incense table downstairs."

"I hope that all the members of the association will burn incense to Lord Guan and pray to the Emperor to protect Uncle Cat's safety and the association's prosperity."

Uncle Gensheng, who was wearing a brown gown and was in charge of boiling water and making tea, bowed and said, "I understand, Yinsheng."

It is unrealistic to ask uncles to call him "grandfather" because of their age and generation. If a man in his 50s or 60s were to call a young man "grandfather", one party would not be so thick-skinned, and the other party would be afraid of shortening his life span. Calling him "Mr. Yin" would be more appropriate.

The uncles who were drinking tea and waiting for the letter downstairs could roughly hear some noises upstairs. After Uncle Gensheng came downstairs, Tiantang, Yuanbao, and Jin Yaxiong gathered around him and took the lead to ask, "Gensheng, what is Atang talking about upstairs?"

"They were yelling and banging on the table. The noise was so loud."

Gensheng was holding an iron kettle in his hand, his face full of emotion, and he shook his head and said, "Yinsheng is temporarily taking over as the leader, and asked me to come down to set up incense and set up the table. If there is nothing else, let's go."

Jin Yaxiong, Yuan Bao and the others stepped back and looked at each other. After a few seconds, Yuan Bao sighed, "He really got promoted."

"The bad boy from Kwun Tong has become the leader of Lao Zhong in just a few years."

Tiantang laughed strangely: "Hehe, Jixiang really has a keen eye for talent. If he knew about this in the afterlife, he would definitely break his thighs!"

Jin Yaxiong asked, "What will you say when we burn incense and worship the gods later?"

Yuan Bao said happily: "You are only qualified to stand in line, not to make irresponsible remarks. It's not good to compare with others, but you have more soldiers and more money."

Jin Yaxiong quickly denied: "Fool, when Brother Mao got into trouble, it's a good thing for the society that young people came out to fight. I was just being polite, how to call people."

Tiantang teased, "Call me Grandpa, what else can I do?"

The remaining uncles were talking about it, and the noise downstairs was like a vegetable market. There was no way out, Lao Zhong would welcome the youngest sitting master in history.

In the martial arts world, there are countless young masters, especially those with the character "和", who change positions every two years, and often have powerful young masters take over.

But there are few young talents in the Chaozhou Gang, the last one was "Limp Ho"

Moreover, Yin Zhaotang was younger than跛豪 when he took office, and the number of brothers under him was no less than that of跛豪 back then.

But after a moment, Uncle Gensheng came upstairs and clasped his fists: "Binglongtou, the incense table has been set up, and the statue of the god has been invited!"

"Thank you for your hard work, uncle." Yin Zhaotang nodded slightly, stood up and waved his hand. On both sides of the long table, the leaders of the six major halls stood up at the same time, followed the dragon head with solemn expressions and went down the attic one after another.

When Yin Zhaotang appeared at the corner of the stairs, all the round tables in the lobby on the first floor had been removed, and more than thirty "four-nine boys" wearing black training clothes were standing in a line guarding the door.

There were more than a hundred uncles left, the youngest in their early forties, the oldest in their seventies. Some were energetic and full of flesh, while others were old and frail with gray hair.

All of them stood in five rows, with the tallest in front and the smallest in the back, facing the statue of Guandi in the center of the hall, the tablets of the Three Heroes and Five Ancestors and the successive masters.

At this moment, they were looking forward to the figures coming up the stairs. There were all kinds of people with different expressions, but in the end they all expressed their trust with silence.

Not everyone in the club supports Yin Zhaotang, but there is no other choice except Yin Zhaotang. When the club is in trouble, having someone who can take up the responsibility is a sign of luck for the club to become popular again.

Wherever Yin Zhaotang and his brothers passed, the uncles in the society nodded in greeting, until they stood in front of the statue of the emperor in a green robe with a sword and a golden body armor. It seemed that even the majestic eyes of Emperor Guan were looking down at him.

(End of this chapter)