Chapter 352 Dare to bet, dare to cut

Chapter 352 Dare to bet, dare to cut

Chapter 352 Dare to bet, dare to cut
Two days later, Baolin Road, Dasheng Palace.

There are red walls and green tiles, white silk fluttering in the wind, and a mourning shed built on bamboo poles in the front hall.

The Zhengyi Taoist priests supported by Chaoshan Charity House have their hair tied in Taoist buns, wear grey robes, hold peach wood swords, step on the Tiangang Step, and recite the "Tai Shang San Sheng Jie Yuan Miao Jing" to comfort the souls of the dead and help them to be reborn.

Jiang Hao and other brothers in the hall helped the family of the deceased to leave, walked up to the boss, and whispered: "Brother Tang, the guests are almost gone."

Yin Zhaotang was wearing a black suit with a plain flower on his chest. He nodded and said, "You've been busy all day, you must be tired. Go back and rest."

Jiang Hao advised: "Boss, there are Taoist priests from Yizhuang guarding the night, so we don't have to stay up all night, right?"

"Let's go back to Tsim Sha Tsui East and rest. Let's go."

Yin Zhaotang stood in front of a coffin, took out a lighter and lit a cigarette: "I will keep vigil for my brothers."

Seeing that he could not persuade her, Jiang Hao said helplessly: "Okay, I'll burn a few more gold foils."

Zuoshou, Dantie, Ah Le, and Da Pao gathered in a corner. When Jiang Hao came back, Zuoshou said, "Big Boss, you won't leave?"

Jiang Hao picked up a stack of gold foil, walked to the fire barrel, squatted down and burned the paper: "Keep burning, burn more for the King of Hell, and Broken Tooth will be reborn in England in the next life."

Egg Tart said happily: "England?"

"Does God accept yellow paper?"

Ah Lok slapped his thigh and yelled, "It's over. I burned too much yellow paper and God won't accept it. Ah Chao will come back in the next life."

"Hahaha."

Several people burst into laughter.

At night, the formal funeral procession was over, and only a few people were left in the Great Sage Palace.

Rows of candles filled the candlesticks, sticks of incense filled the brass incense holders, and four tall incense sticks stood in the four corners of the mourning hall.

There were four 8-person tables at the door, and a dozen brothers from the Xing clan, dressed in suits and short belts, were smoking and playing cards to kill time.

Six thick coffins made of tall trees were placed in the middle of the mourning hall. On the altar were twenty-eight tablets. They were the brothers who died in the sea in Shencheng Bay.

After sending out boats to search for two consecutive days, they only found two bodies, and the remaining four were brought back that night.

As for the remaining twenty-two persons, no trace was left of their bodies.

According to custom, if the body is not intact after death, a ceremony to pray for the soul's salvation must be held.

Broken Tooth Chao is also the first red stick player to die in the past ten years.

Although he was just an ordinary and honorary position among the gang leaders, as an old loyal red stick, he had been loyal to the society, and his funeral must be handled with dignity.

When many underworld leaders arrived at the mourning hall of the Great Sage Palace and saw the twenty-eight spirit tablets on the altar, they could not help but secretly admire the bravery of the Loyalty Hall.

Dozens of people died in a battle. On land, it would be a scale of thousands of people, but at sea, only a few hundred people.

A mortality rate as high as one in ten is not just an ordinary case of showing off one's skills.

Lao Zhong's status in the underworld was earned through real fighting, with his life fighting for it.

In front of many brothers who came to pay their respects, the society handed over resettlement money in cash to the family of the deceased.

Especially Beng Ya Chao’s resettlement fee, the society, and the hall added together amounted to a total of 1.7 million.

The brothers were all shocked and felt that the death was worthy. Apart from being sad, no one in the deceased's family had any complaints.

The funeral was even paid for by the head of the family, including the banquet, funeral money, and the hotel, with a very grand ceremony.

Yin Zhaotang didn't feel strange when he heard his brothers' laughter and scolding. It was common to chat for a while in a situation where there were no outsiders around to dispel the dull atmosphere of the mourning hall.

According to Ji Bazi, the leader of the Bamboo Union gang, Taipei has the money to hold a funeral, and will even invite a bikini DJ to play music and a group of hot girls to do striptease.

In the past two days, there has been no news from the mainland, as if nothing had happened. But from Yin Zhaotang's understanding, the quieter it is, the more terrifying it is.

Liang Manping went to Beijing with evidence. If there was no major action, he should have received a call back long ago.

The wake time passed quickly, the moon set and the sun rose, and it was 7:30 the next morning.

No. 4 Huanghua Road, Yuexiu District, Guangcheng City.

Red School Compound.

Wu Xiang combed his hair in front of the mirror, took out a black jacket from the closet, pulled out a cigarette, smoked a refreshing cigarette, then took a teacup, a pen, and a notebook, commonly known as the "three-piece suit for leadership", and strolled through the lush and beautiful campus of the Red School.

On the way, many people who recognized Wu Xiang greeted him.

There were many people who tried to curry favor with others on campus. According to the regulations, all students were supposed to live in a dormitory, but because Wu Xiang was of a high rank, he was directly arranged to live in a single room in the hotel building on campus.

Drivers and secretaries who were not allowed to enter the school had to live in the student dormitories and wait for instructions from their leaders.

A mere low wall and a small door cannot lock out a hero.

In the past few days, news from various sources has been summarized in Wu Xiang's hands. He had planned to take a ride out two days ago to contact some old friends and settle the matter of the old community.

But as he received more and more powerful messages, he gradually became less anxious. He thought that whoever had the stronger fist was the boss.

Lao She was no match for Lao Zhong at sea, and the boss died in Hong Kong Island. It's no longer Wu Xiang who needs to worry, let's see who will give up first!

After breakfast in the cafeteria, we went to the classroom of the advanced study class. There were more than a dozen students in the class, all of whom were cadres from various units in the province. They were very valuable, but Old Wu was the most powerful.

The classmates all spontaneously approached Lao Wu, and Lao Wu said he was used to it. In the province, there was almost nothing he couldn't accomplish if he set his mind to it.

Nothing he opposed was accomplished.

Before class started, the Dean of Studies suddenly visited the classroom and said politely, "Old Wu, someone is looking for you. Please go to the office and sit for a while."

Wu Xiang was proud of his status and didn't buy it. He slammed the table and said, "Whoever comes, there's no time."

The director frowned and said, "It's time to take a bite, Old Wu, go have a cup of tea!"

Wu Xiang deliberately put on airs and threatened: "Studying is the most important thing. Drinking tea? The school is not a teahouse. What kind of tea are you drinking?"

The director ignored him and turned away, saying, "Angels from the capital are not that cool, you are really brave, Old Wu!"

The students in the classroom were in an uproar and all looked at Old Wu.

Old Wu quickly picked up his pen and notebook, and quickly followed the director's footsteps, explaining with a smile on his face: "Director, why are you in such a hurry? I was just joking with you."

"Why didn't you tell me earlier that there was an angel coming to the capital? Are you trying to scare me?"

The director said angrily: "Hurry up, how can you get into the department if you are so slow!"

Wu Xiang smiled cheerfully, his steps were not slow, but his mind was working even faster. He had thousands of thoughts, but he couldn't figure out the root cause.

First, he ruled out any connection with Hong Kong Island, because, in order to facilitate subsequent work and prevent Shenzhen from being excluded by the province, he advocated keeping the situation under control within the province and did not report it to his superiors.

Therefore, the most likely reason is that a new burden has to be entrusted to him.

Just as he expected, his superiors really entrusted him with a new position. It was not a personnel transfer, but in view of the good development of Shenzhen Special Economic Zone, he was assigned a deputy position within the province.

This really made Wu Xiang feel extremely honored and lucky.

"After all, I have only done a small part. Shenzhen's economic development has benefited from wise decisions, favorable policies and the efforts of the people."

"I am very grateful for the people's trust in me. I will live up to the trust, work diligently and keep the instructions in mind." Wu Xiang blurted out a set of professional terms, which made the dean who was watching secretly applaud.

As expected, he is Old Wu. He is qualified to be the principal.

Angel, wearing a gray Mao suit, sat on a fabric sofa, listened quietly, and then said with a smile: "Mr. Wu's achievements in attracting investment are obvious to all. In the past two years, Shenzhen's urban construction has been changing with each passing day, and it has been striving to be the first step."

"Among the four special zones, Shenzhen is the only one with the greatest potential. At the same time, Shenzhen also adheres to its principles, sticks to its bottom line, and never forgets its original aspirations."

"I have something to say to you: Shenzhen's potential is the potential of Guangdong Province, and Shenzhen's achievements are the result of the joint efforts of compatriots at home and abroad."

Thinking about the fact that he had been promoted to a deputy position in the province and was also in charge of Shenzhen's business, Wu Xiang suddenly understood the meaning of this sentence.

The potential of Shenzhen is Wu Xiang’s potential, and the future of Shenzhen is Wu Xiang’s future!

You should know that Shenzhen City did not have high-level positions at the beginning. Each position was given after Shenzhen City developed to a certain stage.

The status of the successor is definitely not as high as that of the pioneer.

Before I could digest this sentence, the next sentence came into my ears.

"In addition, regarding the case of Dashe Village in Lufeng County, you will be the leader of the special team, and the provincial government will cooperate with you. If the provincial government's manpower is not convenient, you can transfer people from outside the province."

"There's no upper limit, catch!"

A bolt of lightning suddenly flashed through Wu Xiang's mind, no less than a bolt from the blue, just because the Dashe Village case was connected with the phrase "compatriots at home and abroad", the mystery behind this spike in salaries has been revealed.

After a detailed discussion, he got some inside information, and suddenly realized something. He was secretly shocked: "Shenxiantang really deserves to be a god for daring to expose this matter to the heavens!"

This patriotic businessman dared to place bets in the mainland and also dared to cut into the mainland. He had never seen this style of doing things in domestic businessmen. With his status, in addition to respecting him, he also had some respect for him.

There are very few people who dare to say no to evil ways, and those who dare to practice their principles with blood are even more feared.

(End of this chapter)