Hong Kong: When the Wind Rises Again

Chapter 65: Never give away what you find.

"Brother God."

Da Sang took a puff of his cigarette, pressed his right hand on the table, and raised the corner of his mouth slightly: "You have already said that it is democratic. If that is the case, then I will give him a chance and let Wu Zhihui come to the table to speak."

"Ha ha?"

Ren Qingtian chuckled lightly when he heard this and looked at Uncle Xing and Feilong without saying anything.

The two of them just shrugged and showed innocent expressions. They were both old foxes and naturally they would not refute Da Mang's point of view.

"clatter."

Ren Qingtian raised his hand and snapped his fingers: "Okay, Hui Zai, sit here." He looked at Wu Zhihui, who was sitting next to him, and tapped his fingers on the table gently, saying seriously:

"You decide for yourself whether you are qualified or not. It doesn't matter what I say. It depends on everyone's opinions."

"Wu Zhihui."

Dasang looked up and down Wu Zhihui: "Do you know that you are still the first person to be able to serve on the table. If Brother Tian hadn't supported you, you wouldn't have the right to be here."

He was arrogant and looked at Wu Zhihui without looking straight at him. His eyes were squinted: "I'll give you a guest. Follow me from now on. This is already a good time for you. Do you know it?"

Keqing, you are not a member of the society, but you can talk to the big bosses of the society. To put it bluntly, you still have to spend money to pay the fees, but it is much better than those who just pay the fees.

At least, you can do things in the name of the club. The circle will be much wider, and there will be a lot less things to do.

For people outside, this position is still good, and ordinary people cannot get this position.

"Brother Da Mang."

Wu Zhihui took out his cigarettes and passed them around. He didn't care when he was blocked by Da Sang when he arrived. He lit one himself and took a puff: "I'm so grateful that you are willing to give me a seat."

Speaking of it.

Wu Zhihui paused for a moment, stared at Da Mang, and sucked on the cigarette in his mouth, which made a faint burning sound.

He raised his hand and patted his face: "But, do you think I, Wu Zhihui, have the word "street boy" written on my face?

"Ke Qing, you are not even a disciple of the club. You are a peripheral member. I don't want your position as a guest. What are you using it for? Spend money on business to buy peace?!"

"If I were that worried, I wouldn't be here today. If I, Wu Zhihui, were here, then I would do things for the club and help Brother Tian solve the problem."

Tonight, although Wu Zhihui was sitting in the corner, he kept observing the words and expressions of several people. Da Mang talked the most and was obviously against Ren Qingtian.

Moreover, the position given by Da Sang is obviously a trap. If this is the case, then Wu Zhihui is welcome.

"Snapped!"

Da Sang's expression suddenly dropped, he slapped his hand on the table, and stood up suddenly with a fierce look on his face: "Wu Zhihui, what qualifications do you have to dare to talk to me like this?!"

"If you pay some money, I will give you a guest. You can burn incense and worship Buddha. Do you know that there are many people outside trying to squeeze into this position!"

"I'm not qualified."

Wu Zhihui looked at the funeral with neither humility nor arrogance, but spoke clearly, loudly, and sonorously: "But what do you think of me, Wu Zhihui? A happy person?"

"I pay to buy you as a guest? What a joke. I, Wu Zhihui, am here to hang out. I have nothing else to do. I only adhere to one philosophy. I will never give away what I earn!"

"I haven't found the money yet, so you ask me to pay? What should I do? Do charity!"

His eyes swept over Ren Qingtian and the other three: "I'm here to help the club. Since Brother Da Sang doesn't like me, Wu Zhihui, that's fine. I'm not interested either."

Done.

Wu Zhihui stood up and walked outside.

"tsk"

Ren Qingtian glanced at Wu Zhihui who turned to leave, then turned to look at Da Sang, and said casually: "There is only one Hui Zai. He is gone. Can you help me take care of the territory?"

Da Sang looked at Ren Qingtian with an uncertain expression.

"you wanna die!!"

He suddenly slapped the table and stood up, stretched out his hand to clasp the back of Wu Zhihui's neck, and at the same time reached out to grab the teapot and was about to hit Wu Zhihui's head: "You think this is your vegetable market, you can come when you want, and leave when you want?!"

Da Sang, who is nearly 1.8 meters tall, stands up a few points taller than Wu Zhihui. He is full of pressure and his shots are quick.

"Snapped!"

Wu Zhihui seemed to have eyes behind him. He raised his hand to block very quickly. His palm moved and he instantly grabbed Da Sang's palm.

work hard!

"click"

Da Sang's palm was squeezed tightly by Wu Zhihui, his knuckles cracked, a sharp pain hit him, and he had no ability to react.

"!"

The pupils of Da Sang's eyes shrank, and he felt severe pain in his palms. His face instantly turned red, and he couldn't get away no matter what.

He never thought that Wu Zhihui would have such skills.

"All right!"

Ren Qingtian raised the corner of his mouth slightly and waved his hand: "Hui Zai, why don't you let go? No matter how big or small you are."

He said it was a reproach, but his tone was not harsh at all.

"Okay, you're fine."

Da Sang clenched his teeth, and placed his relaxed hand beside his body, trembling visibly. His entire right arm could no longer be held, and the bones seemed to have been crushed.

It hurts, it hurts too much!
"Hmph!" Wu Zhihui snorted coldly and curled his lips disdainfully: "Treat me, Wu Zhihui, like a soft persimmon? You are a fool. I, Wu Zhihui, don't even dare to come out without me!"

He raised his chin, his face full of arrogance: "Do you really think that I, Wu Zhihui, have to rely on you to survive?"

"The food market, the credit company, any one that is not clean and honest, the policemen will call me boss when they see me. If I join the club, I will only bring benefits to the club, do you understand?!"

"You want money? There's no way!"

all of a sudden.

The tea room fell silent instantly.

Uncle Xing and Feilong looked at each other and exchanged glances, then looked at Ren Qingtian.

The smile on Ren Qingtian's face remained unchanged, and he sat in his seat with a smile, still smiling like Maitreya Buddha.

His attitude is very clear.

"Hahaha, interesting."

Uncle Xing chuckled lightly and glanced at Wu Zhihui: "I am somewhat interested in Hui Zai, a young boy. The food market and the licensed credit company are both in the right business, and I am very optimistic about it."

"Besides, when you come out to hang out, you have to be crazy and cool enough. I think this kid can do it!"

As for the white paper fan, all it depends on is a mouth, and all it takes is face. Since Ren Qingtian supports him, he has nothing to say.

Done.

He picked up the tea cup in the center on the right and drank it in one gulp.

The plum blossom array is lit.

"I don't care."

Feilong looked indifferent and shrugged habitually: "I will do whatever Uncle Xing and Brother Tian say. Since Brother Tian and Uncle Xing have no objection, it doesn't matter to me."

He himself is the red stick, and there is nothing else. Even if he can hit, he can also hit anyone in his hand.

What Wu Zhihui does has nothing to do with him. His strength is here, so why bother with Ren Qingtian and make him feel uncomfortable.

He picked up the tea cup and drank it in one gulp.

"you."

Da Sang looked at the two people who expressed their opinions so quickly. He couldn't say what he wanted to say, so he could only stare at Wu Zhihui with clenched teeth and a pale face.

"Ha ha."

Ren Qingtian glanced at Da Sang, who had not yet expressed his stance, smiled and shook his head. He reached out again and took out four teacups, filling them with tea one after another.

Four cups of tea, three full cups placed side by side, one full cup placed separately.

Zhao Yun joins the team.

Ren Qingtian took the initiative to push the other full cup forward, placed it on the same level as the three full cups in parallel, and then stretched out his hand:
"Here, please have tea."

"it is good."

Wu Zhihui looked at Ren Qingtian and drank it in one gulp at his signal.

It was Ren Qingtian who set up the formation.

It was Ren Qingtian who broke the formation.

It is self-evident what Ren Qingtian means.

Seeing this scene, Da Sang's breathing became heavy for several minutes. After hesitating for several seconds, he had to grit his teeth and pick up the tea on the right side of the plum blossom array, and drank it all in one gulp.

The meaning of the tea array was clearly expressed at this moment. Ren Qingtian didn't say anything, but after several rounds, it was enough to put him under great pressure.

"it is good!"

Ren Qingtian nodded with satisfaction, picked up the cup in the middle of the plum blossom array, drank it down in one gulp, exhaled hot air, and then continued: "Since everyone has no objections, I will start talking."

"Hui Zai has only been here for a short time, but his vision is definitely far-sighted, and he has managed several businesses under him well. Although he has not found many, the best thing is that they are all in the right business, and his relationships are well managed."

"From this, how about giving him the job of four, three, two, and straw sandals?"

Without waiting for others to speak, he said to himself: "Of course, it doesn't matter if Hui Zai can do it or not, and it doesn't matter if I say it. It happens that the second half is on the street, so let him take the top position. , starting today, I will take over all my business in this area."

"Okay, then it's a good life and a job. If not, then I'm just an ordinary forty-nine boy."

He looked at Da Sang with a smile: "I use my own territory to verify Huizai's ability. Is that democratic enough?"

"Ah."

Da Mingweng responded angrily, not daring to say more, so he could only glare at Wu Zhihui fiercely.

Four, three, two, aren’t they just used to set yourself up? !
at this time.

He regretted letting Wu Zhihui come to the table to talk. If Wu Zhihui didn't come to the table, the matter could be postponed for a while, but now, it's too late.

"Come on, have some tea."

Ren Qingtian waved his hand, Wu Zhihui removed the tea cup and poured tea for several people again.

Although Wu Zhihui couldn't understand what Ren Qingtian meant by these tea formations, he could still see some clues.

The club claims to be very democratic, but when it comes down to it, it is still one word. Ren Qingtian has the absolute right to speak among a few people, overwhelming everyone.

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