Hong Kong Film: I, Ah Ting, Start with Business

"Yeah, I'll let you join the village again." Uncle Quan also said, "You take care of the meals of these old brothers today."

Grandpa laughed so hard that he said, "It's all luck, just luck."

bang.

Uncle Tian held a handful of mahjong and slapped it on the table. He smiled and said coldly: "These bastards always want to change with the times. If they change the dynasty, will we still have a place to stand?"

The corners of Uncle Quan's mouth also raised an arc: "Want to 'sit in a restaurant'? Young people are not hot enough. Let's take a rent every three years."

Grandpa pushed the card to the middle and said leisurely.

"Jordan's bars and snack streets, as well as the entertainment city and sand and gravel factory, are all very good industries. It is really a waste of money to hand over to the juniors."

In fact, Grandpa didn't want to take action against Wang Ting so quickly, but since this kid was vying for the seat of the 'pavilion', there was no need to live at 25.

One must not forget one's roots, this is what he warned Wang Ting over and over again.

But since he has crossed the bottom line and wants to eat the 'sit in the restaurant' in one bite, that is courting death!

"Let Wang Ting and Billy fight first, then, we will profit from it and take a wave of rent, hahahaha." Uncle Tian laughed proudly.

In the past nine years, this kind of drama has been staged countless times, especially this time the harvest will be very rich, of course he is happy.

Hearing his words, the other three also smiled.

The poker game is still going on, but because of Grandpa's consecutive villagers, it has come to an end.

The laughter of the four echoed in the sky above the Xiangtang, and it didn't go away for a long time.

......

Wanxi Hot Pot City, private room on the top floor.

More than a dozen younger brothers in suits and leather shoes are guarding the door. Now is the peak season for eating hot pot, and the seats in the restaurant are in short supply.

And the guests in this private room have been sitting in for a long time, which has seriously affected the business of Hot Pot City.

The lobby manager wanted to politely ask the guests to leave, but after seeing those people, his expression changed, and he returned to the elevator at a faster speed.

At the same time, he also secretly scolded the waiter in his heart why he didn't tell him who the guests were.

In this area of ​​Temple Street, these two are absolute gods.

What a shit rate, now the lobby manager is just praying in the bottom of his heart.

I pray that these two masters can leave happily after eating and drinking, and don't ruin the place.

Inside the huge table, only two people sat.

They are Tian Jiu, the master of Temple Street, and Ma Wei, the master of Xi Wan.The two of them were Hengji who had entered at about the same time. After fighting outside for more than ten years, they finally took the seat of the hall master.

Tian Jiu is a middle-aged man with white hair on the temples. He wears a pair of glasses and looks very gentle.

Having been away from street fighting for many years has made Tian Jiu's sturdy body gain a lot of fat, but even so, no one dared to underestimate him.

Just sitting there, it is domineering.

Tian Jiu put his jacket aside, put the green vegetables into the steaming hot pot, and said, "Mawei, have Wang Ting and Billy been looking for you? Tell me honestly, who are you going to vote for? ?"

"Pooh."

Mawei spit out the garlic clove in his mouth and sneered.

"Does it make any difference who you vote for? It's not Brother Min who has the last laugh anyway."

Mawei is about the same age as Tian Jiu, but she doesn't look old at all.

In such a cold ghost weather, Mawei just wore a jacket with a white vest inside.

After taking off his coat, he revealed his muscular arms.At the same time, there are more than a dozen crooked scars on the exposed skin.

In his early years, Mawei was also a warrior who was not inferior to Tian Jiu. After he became the head of the hall, he was unwilling to be lonely and made many shots.Although he is injured from time to time, according to Mawei's words, the street is more suitable for him.

The qualifications of the two are older than Brother Yaowen, and they have seen many major events in Hengji with their own eyes.

Before Min-ge became a sitting hall, every time the 'sitting hall' was evaluated, several halls of Hengji became bloody and bloody.

It was a chaotic era, and the two of them were fortunate enough to bet against Brother Min, and they soared into the sky.

Brother Min has been re-elected for three consecutive 'sitting halls', and he has not stepped down from that position for nine years. In a sense, it is enough to prove his horror.

But in the past nine years, those young people with vigor and vitality have been seduced by Brother Min's kind appearance.

Or think he is weak.

Or think that the future is the world of young people.

Desperately develop forces, expand contacts, and then run for the 'sit in the hall'.

and then?Of course not then.

It's the same script every time.

In the days leading up to the voting convention, those candidates are always 'killed' for a variety of reasons.

Either he walked home drunk and was killed by a knife, or the brakes of the car failed, and he rushed off the cliff with his younger brother.

At first, these hall masters thought that they were too proud and capsized in the gutter, but after such a series of incidents, even the fools realized that something was wrong.

Tian Jiu poured a plate of meat rolls into the hot pot, and after stirring it casually, he sighed: "Young people are so arrogant, let's not talk about Billy, Wang Ting is in his prime recently, if he dies, he will make money. Everything can be done for someone else's wedding dress."

"Who said it wasn't."

Mawei threw him a cigarette, then lit one by himself, took a deep breath, and said, "The old ghost has served three consecutive terms, and each term has made a lot of money, hey, Brother Ming will have another term. 'Sitting in the pavilion' for nine years."

Tian Jiu said: "Mawei, do you really think Brother Min will win this time?"

"if not?"

The ponytail stirred the contents of the pot, and a mocking smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"No matter how cunning Wang Ting is like a ghost, as long as he still fantasizes about being a 'pavilion' by voting, he will never escape the palm of the old ghost."

Tian Jiu frowned and thought.

With a bang, it turned out that Mawei opened several bottles of beer.

The latter piled a stack of beer on the table, shook his hand, and said impatiently, "What do they do? Today our goal is to drink. Come on, I'll do it first."

Said, Mawei directly picked up a bottle of beer and blew on the bottle.

Seeing this scene, Tian Jiu also smiled and took out a bottle of beer.

"Come on, don't go home tonight if you don't get drunk."

......

After returning to the entertainment city, Wang Ting received a call from Brother Yaowen.

After a few simple chats, Wang Ting hung up the phone and frowned.

In fact, when he was chatting with those big brothers Hengji earlier, he felt their absent-mindedness, and just now, brother Yaowen's mood on the phone was also very abnormal.

All kinds of things, there is quite a feeling that the mountains and rains are about to come and the building is full of wind.

Something is not quite right.

Wang Ting instinctively noticed a trace of incongruity.

Just when he was worried, Michelle walked into the office.

Today, Michelle tied her hair into a ponytail and wore a delicately tailored black and white casual dress.

The round neck of the top reveals a beautiful white collarbone, and the gray short skirt is matched with black cotton socks, just right to weigh out the pair of Xin's long legs.

Beneath her legs were a pair of elegant white leather boots, which accompanied her as she walked, like a quirky goblin who suddenly descended into this world.

Michelle walked behind Wang Ting, stretched out her slender hand to squeeze his shoulder, and said softly, "Dad said that he wants to have dinner with us tonight, are you alright tonight?"

Wang Ting showed a smile.

He grabbed Michelle's hand like lightning, and said, "My father-in-law wants to see him, and I also want to push away the big things."

Hearing his address to Wang Bo, Michelle's cheeks flushed, and she gently patted Wang Ting's restless hand.

After rubbing his ears for a while, Wang Ting called Luo Xiaoniu to get him ready for the car, and then called Manager Sun.

"Brother Ting, what are your orders?" The entertainment city's business has always been good. When Manager Sun answered the phone, the environment was very noisy, and his breathing was a little short, obviously very busy.

"Manager Sun, please ask someone to go to the bar to get me two bottles of A-grade red wine." Wang Ting smiled and said, "I'm going to meet a very important person tonight. What kind of red wine."

"Uh."

Hearing Wang Ting's words, Manager Sun said cautiously, "Brother Ting, I don't know what that person is related to you?"

"An elder."

"Okay, I see." Manager Sun hung up the phone after he finished speaking. After a while, he came to the office with two wooden boxes.

"Brother Ting, according to your instructions, I have selected two A reds, the 95 Valandru. The brewing craftsmanship of this year has been lost, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is an orphan. It is very layered. Rich, very suitable for experienced people to taste.”

Manager Sun paused and opened the second wooden box.

"This A red is Mouton 99. Regardless of the later vintage, it was a famous wine that appeared in "WineSpectator". Mouton Chateau is known for its long aftertaste, which is very suitable for pre-dinner and post-dinner tasting."

Wang Ting nodded and said, "Sure enough, there are two brushes, Manager Sun, you did a good job."

"Brother Ting is highly praised." Manager Sun showed a reserved smile.

Ten minutes later, Wang Ting grabbed the two wooden boxes and got into the car. Michelle squeezed his back from behind and said angrily.

"Okay, the gift for my dad is for others to choose and do it in front of me, do you not take me seriously?"

Wang Ting gave her a fierce kiss on the face, raised his eyebrows, and said, "If you dare to tell the truth, the Lord will not spare you in the evening."

Michelle snorted twice and stopped talking.

As for Luo Xiaoniu, when they were chatting, he kept his eyes on his nose, his nose on his heart, and said nothing.

Half an hour later, the car stopped at Wang Bo's house, and the two knocked on the door.

After the door opened, Wang Bo first hugged Michelle, then glanced at the red wine in Wang Ting's hand, surprised.

"A Ting, do you know red wine too?"

Wang Ting laughed and said, "Just a little, a little."

Hearing his words, Michelle rolled her eyes quietly and said nothing.