Starting Hong Kong Variety Show: My senior brother is Lingling Qi.

Chapter 343 "Earthquake high hill, a river and mountain show for eternity"

In the study room.

Looking at the man leaning on the back of the chair opposite him, smoking a cigar casually, Ding Li's brows sometimes furrowed and sometimes relaxed.

"In other words, what Ah Xing said just now was all a joke?"

"Hahaha"

Zheng Jirong bit his cigar and smiled: "Is it possible that Boss Ding has believed what Ah Xing said?"

Ding Li shook his head slowly, "That's not true, but what he said was serious, and it was quite interesting at first glance."

"As I just said," Zheng Jirong looked at him and said, "We have been studying abroad for so many years. Ah Xing is a bit timid about his hometown. In addition, his personality is out of touch, so he said some things. Shocking words."

"Um"

Ding Li looked at Zheng Jirong in front of him and asked casually: "Mr. Zheng, in which country have you been studying abroad in these years?"

Seeing his hesitant look, Ding Li thought he had mentioned someone else's unspeakable secret, and immediately waved his hand and said, "Mr. Zheng, don't mind. It's okay if you don't want to answer."

".Ahem." Ding Li coughed twice immediately, then pretended to be puzzled and said: "So Mr. Zheng has been staying abroad all these years?"

After he looked at Zheng Jirong carefully, he asked directly: "Since Mr. Zheng has just returned to China, he must not have found a suitable job yet. How about you stay with me and be a foreign language secretary?"

Ding Li, the leader of a high-level gang who was born as a fruit seller, didn't know what linguistics was, but just hearing that Zheng Jirong could speak the languages ​​​​of so many countries shocked him enough.

Hearing his words, Ding Li was instantly in awe, "I wonder what Mr. Zheng learned while studying abroad?"

"That's right!"

"Oh?"

Zheng Jirong had no choice but to explain in a dumbfounded way: "Boss Ding doesn't know something. This American dialect is actually British dialect. More than a hundred years ago, the United States was still a colony of the British, so they always spoke English."

Ding Li was stunned when he heard this, and then replied belatedly: "Yes, I forgot just now, it seems that such a thing happened."

This was compared to what he had pretended to be, and it instantly elevated him to several levels.

"That's right."

After hearing what he said, Zheng Jirong pointed his fingers around and said: "Three years to the West, three years to the East, and three years to the South."

If this isn’t talent, what kind of talent is it?
"By the way", Ding Li didn't know what he thought of, and suddenly said in confusion: "Since you can speak the languages ​​​​of so many countries, why don't you just learn American?"

".Bullshit."

"Oh?"

"Mr. Zheng, don't worry. With your talent, I will never treat you badly."

"linguistics!"

Seeing that the atmosphere in the venue was a bit awkward, Zheng Jirong casually told a few interesting stories from abroad, and soon he and Ding Li were chatting and laughing again.

Naturally, I also want to show off the boss's profile in front of outsiders.

Zheng Jirong exhaled a puff of smoke and said calmly: "I am proficient in the languages ​​​​of eighteen countries around the world, including English, French, German, Russian, Japanese, Portuguese and other countries. I can treat their languages ​​as my mother tongue. Communicate with them.”

"No matter how nice a foreign country is, it is not the place where I was born and raised after all." Zheng Jirong sighed softly after hearing this, and lamented: "As the saying goes, people are humble when they leave their hometown. The longer I stay abroad, the more homesick I become. During the year, I never thought about success in my studies as soon as possible so that I could come back and serve the motherland."

Zheng Jirong winked and smiled: "There is an idiom in our country called [sheep intestine path], which must have its origin."

"Oh? Then why not go to Beiyang again by the way?"

Although Ding Li was well-known in Shanghai before, in the final analysis he was just following Xu Wenqiang. Now that Xu Wenqiang is dead, he has also taken the top spot in the gang.

"That's right," Zheng Jirong nodded and admitted, "If you think about it, it's been nearly ten years."

Seeing that Ding Li started to persuade him to work for him, Zheng Jirong laughed dumbly and said: "It seems that Mr. Ding has misunderstood. I brought my brothers back to China this time and had no intention of working for anyone."

"Uh" Zheng Jirong didn't know what to say.

Ding Li smiled and did not answer him directly. In fact, the reason was that at a cocktail party a few days ago, he met Zhang Wanlin, who is also one of the Four Heavenly Kings of Shanghai. This old guy is not only the most powerful in Shanghai, but also the The performance was quite impressive. I even brought three secretaries to a cocktail party, a Chinese secretary, an English secretary, and a French secretary.

"Speaking of the English country, it is not monolithic. The Scots and Irish often revolt in the country. The Scots are the most interesting. Men like to wear skirts, or the kind of bright red and purple skirts. Plus small leather shoes and long tubes Socks, good guy, I thought it was a woman just by looking at it!"

"Isn't that right? The so-called bullshit gentlemen from China love nothing more than messing with men." Zheng Jirong then joked: "But compared with the Welsh, they are indeed considered gentlemen."

Ding Li was stunned for more than ten seconds before reacting, and then he couldn't help shaking his head and laughing.

"Oh? Could it be that the Welsh also have sex with men?"

“Mr. Zheng’s experience abroad is indeed interesting”

"Ewe?" Ding Li said dumbfounded: "Can we do sheep too?"

"Foreign Language Secretary?"

Ding Li became more and more puzzled after hearing this, "I don't understand this. Compared with foreign countries, our ZG territory is now divided by warlords and the people are living in poverty. Mr. Zheng ignored the blessings abroad and came back here. What is it for?"

"Hahahaha", Ding Li laughed loudly and said: "Aren't all men in Scotland all rabbits?"

Zheng Jirong asked curiously: "Shouldn't the foreigners who can travel across the ocean to the East in this era all speak Chinese?"

"linguistics?"

"This is Beiyang"

"No, they do ewes."

After being rejected, Ding Li didn't feel angry at all, but asked curiously: "What are your plans?"

At this time, Zheng Jirong suddenly stood up from his chair, made a set of gestures with his right hand holding the cigar that he had never seen before, and said plausibly: "Earthquake high hills, the rivers and mountains are beautiful through the ages."

Seeing this sudden scene, Ding Li, who had just become the boss a few days ago, was shocked and said: "It turns out that Mr. Zheng is from Hongmen."

Seeing that this guy failed to figure out the Hongmen code word, a trace of doubt flashed in Zheng Jirong's eyes. Didn't the stall literature he read in his previous life all say that Xu Wenqiang's prototype came from Hongmen? As his leader, how could Ding Li even know such a simple code word? None of them match up.

"Zheng Jirong, Wuzhou Hongmen Headquarters, met Boss Ding again."

"You're welcome, Mr. Zheng." Ding Li quickly stood up and bowed in return, then asked, "I wonder what position Mr. Zheng holds in Hongmen?"

Zheng Jirong replied without changing his expression when he heard this: "The Lord of Dezhou Incense."

"Dezhou?" Ding Li said in surprise: "Isn't that just in Shandong?"

"This"

Zheng Jirong immediately explained: "I am referring to Texas, United States."

"Ah, that's it!"

Ding Li's face suddenly became a little uneasy. It had only been half an hour since he had seen Zheng Jirong, but he had already made many mistakes in succession.

Thinking of this, he quickly changed the subject and said: "I didn't expect that Mr. Zheng could become the incense owner of Hongmen at such a young age. How disrespectful!"

Hongmen Xiangzhu is similar to the leader of District 1 or the hall master of Hongxing in later generations and Liansheng. His status in Hongmen can be said to be second only to the dragon head and the marshal. As the branch of Hongmen in Hong Kong, the ancestral hall of He Lian Sheng retains many hand gestures and codes related to the communication between Hongmen brothers outside. Zheng Jirong, who is the talker of the society, also looked through many of them when he had nothing to do.

As for the identity of this incense owner in Texas, he couldn't tell Ding Li that he was the incense owner in Hong Kong decades later. Anyway, he would only stay in this time and space for three months at most. He didn't believe that someone would go and check it out. he.

"Mr. Ding, you're welcome." Zheng Jirong pointed to the chair, motioning for him to sit down, and then said, "To be honest, I, the owner of the incense, spent thousands of dollars on it before returning to China."

Ding Li was immediately shocked and said: "Bought?"

"Yes, I bought it!"

Zheng Jirong explained: "The folk customs in Texas are fierce, and the local white people crowd out any forces from other countries. Hongmen has never been able to develop in Texas, so they sold me the position of the incense master."

After hearing his words, Ding Li nodded understandingly, and the original attention in his eyes also dissipated a lot.

Zheng Jirong didn't care at all about his change in attitude. He pointed at his chest and said: "Zheng, the incense owner, bought this. I bought my identity just to make money. Besides, I, Zheng, don't like to earn money from poor people." .”

Ding Li raised his eyebrows when he heard this and asked, "Then whose money do you want to make?"

"Whoever has money gets it."

"Then who has money?"

Zheng Jirong pointed his finger at Ding Li opposite and replied: "You have money."

"Hahaha", Ding Li raised his head and said with a smile: "Refreshingly, Zheng Xiangzhu takes whatever he likes and treats it as a meeting gift from me, Ding Li."

Zheng Jirong shook his head and chuckled: "I am the incense master of Hongmen, not a gangster from the Qinggang. We Hongmen people must pay attention to being honest and honest when making money."

"makes sense"

Ding Li slowly exhaled a puff of smoke, looked at the man opposite and asked: "Then how do you want to make money in Shanghai as the incense owner of Hongmen?"

"Territory!"

Snapped!
Zheng Jirong slammed the table, pointed out the window and said: "Shanghai, the largest metropolis in the Far East, as long as I have a piece of land here that belongs to me, I can make money!"

"That's good." Ding Li flicked the ashes from his cigarette, then slowly shook his head and said, "But it's difficult."

He raised his eyes and looked out the window and said: "There are countless gangs in Shanghai. According to rough statistics, there are at least twenty or thirty gangs. The four largest among them are known as the "Four Kings of Shanghai".

"Smuggling cigarettes, opening casinos, nightclubs, dance halls, and even buying and selling people to build railways abroad. They do whatever they want to make money."

He then turned to look at Zheng Jirong and said with a smile: "Don't get me wrong, the other three are doing the business of buying and selling people. Brother Qiang always disdained selling people to make money when he was alive."

Then there is smuggling of cigarettes.
Zheng Jirong nodded without comment.

"When I first met Master Zheng Xiang, I knew you were no ordinary person."

Ding Li looked at him and said: "As the saying goes, it is not the dragon that crosses the river. Mr. Zheng must have already thought of a target when he comes to Shanghai this time, right?"

"No," Zheng Jirong said truthfully: "Our brothers got separated just after arriving in Shanghai. We haven't found all of them yet, so how can we have a good target in mind."

After hearing his words, Ding Li was curious and asked: "I wonder how many people Zheng Xiangzhu brought here this time?"

Zheng Jirong raised four fingers when he heard this.
"Four hundred people?"

Ding Li frowned and said, "A secret raid is almost enough."

"No, no, no," Zheng Jirong interrupted: "It's four people, including me."

"what?"

Ding Li was stunned for a moment and said: "You four just want to grab territory in Shanghai?"

"Isn't it enough?"

Zheng Jirong smiled and asked: "Boss Ding, do you know who ordered Mr. Xu Wenqiang to be killed?"

Ding Li glanced at him and said slowly: "It was Zhang Wanlin who sent Thunder Tiger to do it."

Seeing that this guy was so knowledgeable about these matters, Zheng Jirong stopped beating around the bush and said directly: "The newspaper showed that the time of Mr. Xu's death was three days ago. With your strength, Boss Ding, you were unable to win the Shanghai Bund in three days." Thunder Tiger, and on the first day I came here, I was able to punch him to death under the protection of dozens of people. Doesn’t this prove my strength?”

After saying that, he approached Ding Li and said, "I might as well tell you that Ah Xing is still the least skilled among my brothers."

After listening to his words, Ding Li was silent for a while and suddenly raised his head and smiled: "Okay, okay, Mr. Zheng is really not an ordinary person. Speaking of which, if you want to establish yourself in Shanghai, I really have a good place for you."

"is it?"

Zheng Jirong cupped his hands and said, "Boss Ding, please speak."

"Axe. Help!"

"Axe Gang?"

"Yes, the Ax Gang!"

Zheng Jirong tapped his fingers on the table and asked calmly: "Then why is this Ax Gang a good place to go?"

"Zheng Xiangzhu doesn't know something." Ding Li approached him and explained: "The previous leader of the Ax Gang, Wang, was a very famous [Jianghuai Hero] and [Assassination King] in Shanghai. He specialized in dealing with wealthy businessmen who oppressed workers and people from other countries. The lackeys and women did it, and all the people in Shanghai gave thumbs up and applauded when mentioning the three words "Axe Gang"."

"It's a pity. Since the death of Gang Leader Wang half a year ago, the position of leader of the Ax Gang has fallen into the hands of that good-for-nothing Chen Chen. This guy is not only good at eating, drinking, gambling, and smoking, but he is also sinister and vicious in his actions and does not follow the rules of the world at all. They even turned to foreigners as their lackeys.”

"Do you think such a person should be killed?"

"Of course it should be killed, but..."

Zheng Jirong raised his eyes and looked at Ding Li and asked, "What problem does this Ax Gang have with you, Boss Ding?"

"Haha, I do have a grudge against him, but is this important? You have to know that my grudge against Zhang Wanlin is even greater. The territory in Shanghai is only so small. If the Four Heavenly Kings have one less scum and one more friend, how can I Are you happy but not doing it?"

Ding Li shrugged and smiled, and then said to Zheng Jirong: "I can tell you all his whereabouts, and if you don't have enough manpower, I can also send some fresh faces to help you."

"Oh?" Zheng Jirong asked sideways, "What about after it's done?"

"We will split the Ax Gang's territory 30-70"

Snapped!
Zheng Jirong suddenly slammed the table, waved his hand and said: "No need! Isn't it just a small ax gang? Deal with him!"

He said to Ding Li: "Boss Ding, don't worry about this matter anymore, just wait for my good news at home."

"."

Ding Li stared at Zheng Jirong without saying a word. He didn't want his information or his manpower, so why did you come to me?
Just when he was puzzled, Zheng Jirong followed up and said: "But I still have to trouble you, Boss Ding, with something. According to your wishes, the Ax Gang is now with the foreigners. When the time comes, the foreigners hope that you can help me." Deal with one or two.”

"Ha ha ha ha."

Ding Li shook his head and laughed: "As expected of Azing's eldest brother, you are indeed greedy."

After thinking for a while, he said to Zheng Jirong: "There will be a reception for rich people on Haig Road tomorrow night. Many big shots in Shanghai will be there. I will take you to meet people together."

"Rich cocktail party."

(End of this chapter)