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

After Wang Bo opened a bottle of red wine, he poured a third of it for him and himself, then sat on the table and said casually.

"A Ting, how is the gravel factory?"

Wang Ting said with a smile, "Thanks to Uncle Wang's blessing, it's done well."

"Oh, that's fine, that's fine."

Wang Bo lit a cigar and asked casually.

"A Ting, have you met Uncle Hao recently?"

Wang Ting's heart moved, and he knew that the drama was coming.

Although he and Uncle Hao met privately, the sand and gravel factory's actions were too great to hide from others.

However, Wang Ting didn't want to hide it at all.

He said: "Well, I talked with Uncle Hao about something, and the sand and gravel factory also established a cooperative relationship with him - Uncle Wang won't be angry?"

Wang Bo narrowed his smile and said, "It's all a family, you're getting better and better, I'm happy 120 before it's too late."

After speaking, he asked, "Is there nothing else besides the sand and gravel factory?"

Wang Ting looked at him: "I don't understand what Uncle Wang said."

Wang Bo looked at him with a half-smile, and then said to Michelle.

"Daughter, go to my bedroom and find a box of cigars."

Michelle snorted, knowing that her father was going to talk to Wang Ting about some secret things, and left with interest.

After Michelle left, Wang Bo said: "Uncle Hao is a guy who can't see a rabbit but not a hawk. You must have agreed to some conditions, right? For example... become a 'sitting hall' and control the entire Hengji."

According to Wang Bo's understanding of Uncle Hao, only when Wang Ting stands at the height of the 'sit in the hall' can it be of use to Uncle Hao.

Wang Ting smiled and said, "I really can't hide anything from Uncle Wang."

As he said that, he told Wang Bo one by one the agreement he had made with Uncle Hao.

After Wang Bo listened, he looked at Wang Ting in a complicated way.

"If you want to become a 'sit hall', it's not the kind of small things you used to be able to succeed. Are you really sure?"

Wang Ting smiled confidently.

Wang Bo asked anxiously, "How sure are you?"

Wang Ting said lightly, "Ten percent."

......

After leaving Wang Bo's house, it was already past nine o'clock in the evening.

After returning to the villa, after Wang Ting accompanies Michelle to sleep, he left the bedroom and went to the study.

After a while, the figure of Luo Xiaoniu came to the door.

Wang Ting said lightly: "Xiao Niu, go to Adong's side to pick up a group of swordsmen during this time."

"Yes." Luo Xiaoniu said solemnly.

At the same time, my heart moved, seeing Brother Ting like this, it seemed that he was about to start.

Wang Ting paused and said, "You practice well and wait for my order at any time. Did you hear it?"

"Understood." Luo Xiaoniu replied succinctly.

Wang Ting nodded, he turned his head and looked at the dark night sky through the window of the study.

XNUMX% of what he told Wang Bo was not bragging.

In fact, from the very beginning, he used canvassing as a cover-up.Wang Ting's real idea was to prepare a group of swordsmen and find an opportunity to kill Billy and Grandpa.

He doesn't like to play on other people's game rules. If he really plays, he will do it according to his own rules.

In this world, whoever is ruthless will dominate.

Not tough enough?Very simple, eradicate him.

PS: Ask for a wave of flowers, ask for a wave of monthly tickets, ask for a wave of evaluation tickets, and ask for various data in an infinite loop.......... ...................................................... ...................................................... ...................................................... ............

Chapter XNUMX Grandpa, you can't forget your roots!

three days later.

Thunder Casino, top floor.

Wang Ting played a set of Bajiquan in the office as usual, but this time, he wore an alloy finger iron.

The fist swept through the air, and there was a shrill sound of breaking through the air.Wang Ting was pleasantly surprised to find that the combination of Bajiquan and alloy finger iron is definitely not as simple as one plus one.

If he hits Wang Gang again, Wang Ting has enough confidence to punch him to end the fight!

After fighting for about half an hour, Wang Ting stopped and let out a slow breath.

He turned his head and saw a cup of steaming tea placed on the tea table on the table, showing a knowing smile.

The only one who can quietly enter the office and make tea for herself is the dumb girl.

This little girl is more and more able to take care of people.

Wang Ting wiped his sweat, sat down and took a sip of tea.

The tea is warm and just right to drink.

If Wang Ting guessed correctly, the tea leaves that Dumb Girl brewed should be Yandang Maofeng that was sent by a boss a few days ago.

Yandang Maofeng is a kind of tea, also called 'Yan Ming' in some places. It is a very famous tea.

It is said that this tea is fragrant and sweet, but Wang Ting has been playing it for a long time, and he feels that it is no different from ordinary tea.

But for a long time, Yandang Maofeng was called 'Monkey Tea' by the locals. '

It's not that the tea leaves or the tea trees look like monkeys, but that this kind of tea is only tea leaves that monkeys can pick on the cliffs.

Yandang Maofeng first lived on cliffs with hanging rocks like pillars and steep peaks like cones, and the terrain was very dangerous.

At that time, after picking, the ancient people liked to make a pot of tea on the top of the mountain, while enjoying the fragrance of 'monkey tea', while enjoying the beautiful scenery of the mountains and small mountains.

Today, Wang Ting is sitting on the top floor, and through the floor-to-ceiling windows, the clouds above seem to be within reach.

After washing up, Wang Ting came to the rest area.

He rubbed the wall for a while, not knowing what mechanism he pressed, the wall in front of him receded to the left and right, and a small elevator as tall as one person slowly emerged.

The elevator behind the secret door leads directly to the basement of the entertainment city.

Originally, there was no such thing in the entertainment city, but Wang Ting asked someone to repair it out of various considerations.

In the eyes of outsiders, the entertainment city only has a garage for parking cars on the first floor, but there is also a secret second floor below, which only Wang Ting and a few people know about.

Wang Ting is not a simple businessman, there are a lot of shameful things, he can't be placed in the office and rest area openly, it would be too easy to expose.

A few minutes later, there was a crisp sound of 'ding dong', and the elevator went down to the negative second floor of the entertainment city.

After opening the door, I heard the sound of the hot knife crashing and the cold voice of Luo Xiaoniu.

"How many times have I told you that the most important thing for a knifeman is the ruthlessness of killing him in one hit.

You are so twitchy, do you still want to work under Brother Ting's hands? "

Wang Ting came out and stood in the dark.

In the basement stood more than a dozen younger brothers in black suits. Their faces were cold and severe, and their knives were also neat and tidy. They were obviously much better than the beaters outside.

It seems that in the past three days, Luo Xiaoniu has achieved preliminary training results.

But today, Luo Xiaoniu's method of training these knives is to let the two fight each other with knives.

Wang Ting also saw some problems.

The swordsmen were originally brothers from the same family, and first of all, even the murderous intent could not be brewed well.

It is even more impossible to do what Luo Xiaoniu said, to the extent of killing the opponent's life in one blow.

But in the end, it was Luo Xiaoniu's carefully selected person. After hearing his rebuke, the knifemen did not complain too much, but rushed towards each other more fiercely.

Although one knife and one knife were extremely hard to slash, the knife and knife avoided the opponent's key points intentionally or unintentionally, and the degree of ruthlessness was still far from enough.

Seeing this, Luo Xiaoniu sighed.

These people were all elites he had taken from Adong with great effort, and of course he was reluctant to lose them just because of training.

In fact, Luo Xiaoniu had the confidence to stop him after they used the knife, which made these knifemen use the knife without any scruples.

But obviously, it may be the reason why he is not good at words, which makes the swordsmen timid, even if they have XNUMX% of their strength, they will not be able to exert XNUMX% of their strength.

Just when he was about to make a ruthless attack and give this group of boys a warning, Wang Ting's voice came from behind.

"Xiao Niu, how are things going?"

As soon as these words came out, not only Luo Xiaoniu, but also the swordsman who hit a piece from the back all stopped the movement in his hand.

"Brother Ting."

"Brother Ting."

Wang Ting smiled and nodded at the knifemen, then looked at Luo Xiaoniu: "It doesn't seem like things are going well?"

Luo Xiaoniu's forehead burst with blue veins. He took a deep breath and whispered: "Brother Ting, I promise to give you a batch of elites."

Wang Ting smiled and patted his shoulder, "Don't force yourself too hard."

As he said that, he looked around for a while, and walked to a metal console, where large and small flying knives braved the cold light were placed on the console.

Wang Ting looked at the swordsmen: "Do you believe me?"

Hearing this sentence, the swordsmen shouted in unison: "Believe!"

"it is good."

Wang Ting nodded with a smile, then picked up a flying knife between his fingers and threw it at will.

Whoosh!

The flying knife turned into a cold light, and appeared in front of the knifeman on the far left with lightning speed.