Chapter 363 This vote is huge

Chapter 363 This vote is huge

Chapter 363 This vote is huge

The first prophecy with the word "Yong" in it solidified and dissipated after being selected. Green smoke faded away, and Yin Zhaotang followed the two Lianji agents to the detention room.

After sending him to the detention room, an agent handed him a cigarette and lit it for him: "Go to bed early."

"Thank you."

Yin Zhaotang took off his suit jacket, rolled it up and threw it on the wooden bed. He crossed his legs, put his clothes behind his head, took a short puff of his cigarette, flicked away the cigarette butt, and lay on his side to sleep.

The two fortunes just drawn have extraordinary effects, and the requirements for repaying the gods are correspondingly high.

Creating a recreation center for retired members of the community is just like opening a nursing home for our uncles!

It would be no problem to open a nursing home with the society's annual dividends, but it is impossible for him to pay for it out of his own pocket.

Given his personality, it would be better for him to open a private hospital if he had the money, hire a few good surgeons, and if his brothers were seen hanging out and fighting and had knife or gunshot wounds, they could all be treated in the community hospital.

Not only can you save a lot of medical expenses, but you can also avoid jail time.

At the same time, the strategy of "courage" and "loyalty" foreshadows the strategy of Hefei Cat, which is exactly not what Grandpa wants.

He was imprisoned in the Lianji Building and could not go out to help his brothers. The only thing he could do was to worship Second Master and pray for good fortune for his brothers.

Nine o'clock in the evening, Yau Ma Tei, Temple Street.

Young men and women around seventeen or eighteen years old, with dyed hair and wearing earrings, were chatting and laughing, strolling in groups of three or five in the night market.

Ripped jeans, rivet jackets, wide-leg pants that will be stepped on by heels, necklaces of strange shapes, and shoddy tattoos are all trends pursued by young people.

The customers of Temple Street are mainly students, young white-collar workers and tourists. The stalls mainly sell small accessories, cheap clothes, pirated sneakers, CDs and small items.

There are a few stalls selling fruits, milk tea and fried food.

As the pedestrians walked out of the end of Temple Street, dozens of them were gathering in front of the minibus stop, waiting to catch a bus.

A minibus stopped at the opposite intersection, and suddenly a group of tourists came down and went straight into the long street with the Saigon Street Night Market sign hanging on it for fun.

I saw a gate made of iron frame standing at the entrance of the street, with five eye-catching round signs with green background and red characters hanging on it, each with one word written on it.

There is a circle of light strips hanging outside, and the brightly lit streets are crowded with people and very lively.

Each food truck stall has a roughly unified appearance, looking neat, novel and fashionable.

With the support of the Kowloon Regional Municipal Council, the night market street was named a key project, received preferential electricity prices from China Light and Power, and each stall was equipped with lighting.

In the days when electricity was still in short supply in Hong Kong Island and electric wires had not yet been installed in every home, the brightness of electric lights was what most people considered prosperous.

The bright lights mean money is everywhere, and the fireworks of the world mean life is right at hand.

A minibus stopped at the entrance of Sai Kung Street, and more than fifty people wearing T-shirts, with fierce faces and holding long knives rushed out, along with the Lufeng thugs.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way!"

"Lufeng is clean up, get away." The thugs shouted with knives in their hands, and drove away the tourists who were waiting for the minibus at the intersection.

The guests came out to have fun and didn't want to get into trouble, so they turned around and left.

A black Mercedes-Benz stopped in the middle of the road. He and Lufeng "Black Lion" pushed open the car door, wearing Chanel brown leather shoes, a black suit, a white suit on top, with both double-breasted buttons open, revealing his muscular upper body, and came to the entrance of the night market.

Grilled sausages, grilled squid, fried food, hand-made lemon tea, fish balls, meat dumplings, beef balls, a wide variety of delicious food and a variety of signature dishes.

There is no end to the people.

It is as popular as Temple Street, and even more lively.

After all, Temple Street is an old night market, and the transaction prices of accessories, clothing and other items are high, but food is the most important thing for people. Saigon Food Street can attract men, women, young and old, from all walks of life, and guests from Hong Kong, Macau and other provinces by virtue of its many popular snacks. Staggered positioning with Temple Street, one sells goods, the other sells food, creating a street for food and shopping.

For a popular street like this, the protection fee collected every month must be over a million, right? Open a few more gambling dens, sell some drugs, and do some erotic massage.

Black Lion didn't even dare to think about how much money he could make. He raised his right foot and kicked over a trash can on the ground. The henchman picked up a gasoline barrel and poured it on the ground.

He threw a lighter, lit it on fire and threw it into the garbage.

boom!
A three-meter-high ball of flame rose into the air.

"How can we, the Black Lion, be absent from such a popular place? Ah Wei, give them five minutes to clear the place."

The thug, A Wei, armed with a machete, led his men into the street, pushing and shoving tourists, waving his hands and shouting, "Get out of here! The fight is about to start."

"Get out of the way quickly, or you'll be killed by the loyal ones!"

After the people from He and Lufeng appeared, Lao Zhong had organized people to evacuate the guests in the food court.

After the fight, business still continued, leaving a path on both sides for tourists to go first. But except for a few stalls, most of the stall owners did not evade, but picked up the machetes hidden under the counter and gathered in the middle of the road with their helpers. The whole street has long been full of loyal people, most of the stall owners are loyal, and the helpers are brothers from the society.

Usually they would smoke cigarettes, solicit customers beside the stalls, and ask the workers to help them make snacks. Since snacks do not require any technical skills, they rely purely on the supply chain and hard work, and as a livelihood for gang members, they are actually very popular.

The money earned is not less than that of a casino manager, and you don't have to smile to the big boss. Some brothers are born to be marketing, while some are not good at communication and like to bury their heads in work.

In a few minutes, more than 300 Zhongji fighters were standing shoulder to shoulder, surrounding the thief, the snoring pig, to confront the black lion. Snoring pig was holding a short-handled iron axe in his hand, pointing it horizontally at the black lion, and said, "Take it. In the past, Lao Zhong always stepped on others. This is the first time I see someone dare to step on Lao Zhong."

The black lion strode forward, showing off his huge pectoral muscles, and his chest to his navel was covered with black hair.

"You haven't seen it before, but you have seen it now? Don't talk about killing Lu Feng. Kneel down and kowtow twice, call me godfather, and you will still be in charge of Saigon Street!"

Snoring Pig laughed angrily, turned around and said to Daoziwen: "A foster grandson is learning to be a grandfather, but he can't even keep the Hechangle sign. Are you still dreaming?"

"Hack him to death!" Snoring Pig turned his head sharply and threw the short axe in his hand with great force. The axe brushed past the black lion and hit the chest of the man behind him, spurting out a stream of warm blood.

Mong Kok Police Station.

Tan Huanxi hurried into O Ji and shouted, "Mr. Li, big news, Cai Zhenbing is offering a sky-high price of 15 million Hong Kong dollars to borrow troops."

Li Zhibin, who was dozing off, suddenly woke up, stood up and shouted, "Get up, there's a big case!"

There were more than 100 O-Triad police officers sleeping in all directions in the office. As the biggest violent organization in Hong Kong Island, the police force could not really stay out of the situation when the black and white worlds were in turmoil.

Not only the Organized Crime and Triads in Mong Kok are on standby, but the entire Kowloon region's mobile force, anti-triad and serious crime units have all cancelled their vacations.

Sergeant Zheng yawned and muttered sleepily, "Fifteen million Hong Kong dollars, such a large sum of money, where are they going to borrow troops to fight?"

"Taiping Mountain!"

At this time, Ren Rongrong, wearing a uniform, came to the office area and said seriously, "It's almost the same. It's from Qingfeng Street, Chaoyi Restaurant."

Jimmy Lai's face suddenly changed, and he said, "Didn't you say we were going to sweep the streets of Sai Kung?"

Ren Rong sneered, "Saigon Street has always been just a bonus, used to show off to the gangsters. Cai Zhenbing spent a lot of money to buy the four characters just to seek revenge on Lao Zhong. Now Shenxiantang is squatting in Lian Ji. If we don't take ruthless action, all the money will be wasted."

Li Zhibin clenched his fists, his body trembling slightly: "Who is behind Cai Zhenbing?"

Ren Rongrong smoked a cigarette and said slowly, "Deputy Director of Operations Zhuo Sir has ordered that martial law be imposed only outside Qingfeng Street tonight. The sound of gunfire and artillery fire on the street is none of our business."

Jimmy Lai slammed his fist on the table and said in a loud voice, "You are picking on people. For the sake of politics, you don't take the lives of the citizens seriously? Sai Kung Street is a legal business project, and the police station is about to be blown up. Why don't the higher-ups give orders to do anything?"

Ren Rongrong's eyes gleamed, and he seemed to be interested in doing something big: "You are not convinced, what are you going to do?"

(End of this chapter)