"Thunder Dragon, what do you mean? Today is a great day for us to open. Do you send us a bell?"

Liu Hua did not forget his mission and stood up first.

"What, no?"

Lei Long's younger brother also stood up, and both sides were about to break out.

"Andai, leave..."

Lin Yao waved his hand and signaled Lei Long to say himself.

Lei Long looked down on Bafang, put his hands in his pockets, walked up to everyone in a daze, and said, "I don't mean anything. I want to remind you to pay attention to time. You are thinking wrong, so blame me?"

People watching the fun retreated one after another, freeing up the place for the two sides to fight.

Lin Yao's smile became colder and colder. The Thunder Dragon's Heavenly Thunder Society was maintained by showing people the scene.

His venue does not require Thunder Dragon to take care of. Thunder Dragon cannot be divided into oil and water, so it is normal for him to be dissatisfied.

But this does not mean that Thunder Dragon can cause trouble with him.

Among the seven major companies, who don’t have a business directly under their own jurisdiction, why doesn’t Lei Long go elsewhere?

It’s not that he is just a new arrival and has no reputation, so he intends to step on his majesty.

"You are so great, I will give you a gift!"

Lin Yao ordered Liu Hua: "Please carry the landing clock in and prepare it for Mr. Lei. When he is in funeral, I will send it to him personally."

"It's the boss!"

Liu Hua answered loudly and greeted me to lift the bell.

"What did you say? I'll kill me!"

Thunder Dragon is also a world of people and is very sensitive to life, death and other words.

"I didn't say you. I knew a Mr. Lei somewhere else. He was about to die. I want to give him a coffin. Can't it?"

Lin Yao walked up, the two were very close to each other, and whispered: "Today is my opening day. I don't want to pay attention to you. Let's have fun after today."

"Hmph, I'm afraid you can't afford to play."

If Lei Long dares to cause trouble, he is not afraid of Lin Yao taking revenge.

Isn’t it the Ni family? Mong Kok is the Mong Kok of the seven major companies, and it’s not the Ni family’s turn to speak.

If you want to plant a flag, you don’t ask him if Lei Long agrees.

My little brother is scary.

He has more than 300 people under him. Has he ever shown off?

I won’t let me go. Then I’ll see who won’t let anyone go.

"Boss, Lei Long is too disrespectful to us. If he doesn't give him some great taste, the people in Mong Kok would think we are soft-boys. Wouldn't everyone come and step on it in the future?"

After Lei Long took the people away, Liu Hua came to Lin Yao and whispered.

Lin Yao nodded slightly and said, "Today is a happy day. It's not good to fight. After today, you can do whatever you want. I only have one requirement, and I must do it beautifully!"

"Don't worry, boss."

Liu Hua agreed immediately, not caring whether Thunder Dragon has hundreds of brothers.

"Let's investigate again. Today's matter is what Lei Long himself means, and someone encouraged him to do this. I think this is not Lei Long's business alone, and there are other companies behind it."

Lin Yao never looks at the surface when he sees things. Four of the seven major companies have given gifts, which does not mean that they are really good to you.

Similarly, the third-hand gang and the white gang who did not give gifts does not mean that they are in trouble with you. Friends are still enemies, and it is not so easy to define.

Of course, there is no need to think about the Lei Gang. They all call the door and are definitely not friends.

"Thunder Dragon!"

Lin Yao said this name.

Lei Long looks thirty or forty years old. This person comes from "Mong Kok Fengyun". He is a vengeful person with a small heart.

If he remembered correctly, the Lei Long's Lei Gang and the Fusheng Gang of Lang Qing's Fusheng Gang have always been inconsistent with each other.

Let’s not talk about other clubs for now. If he dealt with the Thunder Dragon, the Fusheng Gang would definitely be happy to see it, and would even help.

"Daozi, go back and count the list of gift-giving gangs. Remember to give gifts to others if you have any questions in the future."

"In addition, let's continue to do business until twelve o'clock tonight. After twelve o'clock, everyone will gather at the underground bar. I will serve wine for my brothers and sing together in the evening."

Lin Yao continued to give orders one by one.

In a flash, the day passed like this.

When the door closed at night, after statistics, today's net profit was as high as 20,000.

The high place is because the bar opens on the first day, and there are many people supporting it, especially Lang Qing, the big boss of the Fusheng Gang. Seeing that Lin Yao and Lei Long had a conflict, they brought thirty little brothers to support it that night.

Although Lang Qing was just drinking, he didn't say anything to Lin Yao.

But Lin Yao is not a fool either. The other party brings people to support you is just showing closeness, and there may not be no possibility of cooperation in the future.

"I vaguely dreamed that I had seen it, and my heart was filled with turmoil!"

"Put aside the world and stop worrying and resentment, and be with you in the sky!!"

After eating and drinking, Lin Yao took people to sit in the bar, drinking beer for free, and singing with his younger sister, so that everyone can relax.

Looking at Liu Hua, who was standing on the stage and singing "Iron Blood and Danxin" with Shaqiang, Lin Yao's snot was almost flowing out.

Iron Blood Danxin is a chorus of men and women. Two big men sing together, which gives people a strange feeling.

However, the younger brothers below were very enthusiastic. Shaqiang was the boss of the underground bar, and Daozi was the boss of the game hall. Seeing the two bosses sing on it, just like Alibaba employees watching Ma Yun play metal music, the smile on their faces never stopped.

"In this impetuous, noisy and cold society, everyone has their own class and position."

"Being young and dandy is not that we want to do it, but that we have no way and no right to choose."

"Have you ever calculated that if you go out to work, how long will it take to save a million?"

Lin Yao sat on the sofa and spread negative emotions to the younger brothers around him: It doesn’t matter if you haven’t calculated it, I can tell you very responsibly that a lifetime is not enough.”

"At the same time, if you don't work, you need to have capital if you want to do business."

"Not everyone has this capital, and you will be afraid that you only have 50,000 yuan in deposits and do business desperately. What if you lose money? You can't drink the northwest in the future, right?"

"Someone told me that the best age for starting a business is 22 to 28 years old, and I asked him why."

"He told me that when a man is over 28 years old, he will become more and more timid when he goes to thirty."

"He is over the age of being able to withstand failure. He has parents in his fifties and sixties, and his wives and children who are hungry. How could he be cruel and take everything out and bet on an unknown future?"

"But the six years between the ages of 22 and 28 are the lowest point in a boy's life."

"My parents are old and they have not yet established themselves in society. Neither economics, ability or vision, they are mature and stable."

"You said, if a person like this is not a good family background and is just an ordinary person, how many failures can he withstand?"

"He can't bear it, and likewise, when he can bear it, his age will restrict him."

"We don't want to be young and dandy, but we have to admit that young and dandy is a microcosm of this era, and it is the closest way for all boys who have poor learning, average family conditions, and long for success to succeed."

"It's sad, but we don't have the ability to change, we can only be ourselves."

“The life of rich people is simple and boring.”

"But what about us, there is only the joy of a glass of beer. How long can a glass of wine last?"

"Look at these people present, what else can you do besides being gangsters?"

"You might say they can go to work."

"Yes, they can work and be the screws at the bottom of society, and then what?"

"A lifetime of turmoil!"

"So in everyone's opinion, being in a life is also a kind of life, and it is the closest life to success."

Looking at the horsemen who drink beer and wantonly indulge their youth.

Lin Yao was very moved for a moment.

"Brother Yao, don't think so much, sing together. You walk the road by yourself. If you walk the wrong one, no one else will blame you."

Daozi sat aside and handed over the microphone.

Lin Yao shook his head and refused. He couldn't drink or sing.

He used to enjoy this kind of life, but as his mood changed, his former enjoyment gradually became dispensable.

For example, when I was a child, I always thought of eating chocolate every day when I grew up, and then eating it when I grew up, but I felt that chocolate was too tired and I didn’t like it.

"Brother!

"You can sing!!"

"Stop touching...

Lin Yao lowered his head, glanced at the girl in his arms, and sighed helplessly.
Chapter completed!