At night, Hongxing headquarters.

The talkers from each hall arrived as scheduled, with different expressions, some were arrogant, some were scrutinizing, some were inquiring, some were indifferent.

Uncle Da had a dull look on his face throughout the whole process, as if he was in a trance. Without saying a word, he was promoted to the position of the leader of the Bolan Street Hall by the talker's words, as if to catch a duck.

Mr. Jiang made the decision, and Uncle Da followed everyone behind him and offered incense to Guan Gong, which was just a formality.

When he has time, he will go to the Sansheng Palace to find those old guys to make up a ceremony, and then it will be announced to the world.

However, before that, it is still unknown whether the Bolan Street location can be secured.

The heads of the halls had treacherous thoughts. They knew that Bolan Street was a fire pit, but no one warned them. Even the elder Liangkun had a bright smile on his face. Looking at Uncle Da's eyes, he wanted to look at a big gold man.

baby.

So every time Uncle Da and Liang Kun's eyes met, they couldn't help but tremble.

Anyway, Uncle Da is in charge!

…

"Cheers!"xn

In the big house newly bought by Uncle Da, a group of people toasted to celebrate, with smiles on everyone's faces.

Uncle Da was sitting on the sofa with a look of despair on his face.

"Dad, be happy, you are in charge today, you are the big brother!"

Thirteenth sister ran over and hugged Uncle Da's neck, her little face flushed with excitement.

From the beginning of her calculations, Uncle Da was the fourth nine in the society. When she grew up, Uncle Da was still the fourth nine in the society. He seemed to have a worry-free life. He received a small amount of money every day and could afford to eat fish and meat. He was better than most people.

many.

But I still get bullied from time to time.

It’s either this big brother or that big brother.

Thirteenth sister even suspected that if Lao Dou had not been with Uncle Dongxing before, the elders of all parties would have given the old guy some face, and there was a high probability that Lao Dou would have been buried in the soil.

Now that Xianyu has made a comeback, it can be said that she has reached the sky in one step. How could she not be excited?

But how could she know Uncle Da's inner distress.

The uncle subconsciously glanced at Shiliu, who was standing in the distance with an expressionless expression drinking with a group of people, and couldn't help but hold his forehead.

"What do you know, I'm in big trouble this time!"

"What trouble could there be?" Thirteenth sister curled her lips and pointed at the boy number 20 or 30 in the living room: "If there is any trouble, let them sort it out, right?"

"If only it were that simple!" Uncle Da couldn't help but said.

"What's easy to do? It's easy to eat plain rice, why don't you go and eat it?"

Aunt Fang's cold voice came from behind. Uncle Da saw the teacher's primary school student when he was a child. He sat up straight and put his hands on his knees.

Thirteenth sister turned around, and the other party also showed a bright smile: "Aunt Fang, don't be so fierce, my dad was scared!"

"This is the only courage he has! If he hadn't been so lucky, would he have gotten the upper hand? Humph! What does it look like to be so forward-looking and hesitant in doing things!"

Aunt Fang threw the dishes in her hands on the table and walked back to the kitchen with a cold face.

At the back, Arun carefully carried the tray, placed the four dishes on the round table, and shouted: "Don't just drink, let's have something to eat too! Uncle Da, my mother made your favorite fried fish balls!"

"

"Even if there is fried dragon meat now, Uncle Da probably won't be able to eat it!"

Gao Ning smiled and poked his head out from behind Arun, placing the huge bamboo basket filled with croquettes on the table.

Uncle Da's cheek twitched: "Are you here to embarrass me too?"

"How dare I! Aren't you afraid that Thirteenth Sister will chop me with a knife?"

Gao Ning made a joke, and when he saw Thirteenth Sister staring with eyes as if she was going to bite someone, he quickly raised his hands in surrender.

Only then did she look at Gao Ning with unsatisfied eyes, and took Arun to the kitchen to find something delicious.

Gao Ning waved his hand, and several younger brothers rushed up to him. They took the things they were interested in and went to the living room when they had time. They were laughing and making fun. It was so lively.

"I've heard about it. Isn't it just that the noise is a little louder? What's the big deal? It's okay!"

Gao Ning took a fish ball and threw it into his mouth, chewing it while sitting on the sofa and comforting him casually.

Uncle Da's eyes widened: "What does it mean to make a loud noise? People are just smashed into pieces, okay? The police are going crazy. There are at least 300 more policemen on Bolan Street recently, and there are always two living outside.

PTU mobile team and an assault vehicle patrol.

Now, there are police patrols every thirty minutes, which is stricter than the Hong Kong Governor's Office!

Those business bosses are as black as the bottom of a pot these days, don’t say you didn’t see it?”

"So what!?"

Gao Ning didn't take it seriously: "You are the eldest brother, not the chairman, so you still care about whether they make profits? Even if you lose money, you still have to pay protection fees!"

Uncle Da was stunned for a moment, and when he thought about it, this seemed to be the truth.

Gao Ning lit a cigarette, took out one and handed it to Uncle Da, lighting it for him.

"You also said that the scene was so cruel that anyone with a discerning eye would know at a glance that it couldn't be a vendetta.

Moreover, at least a hundred people heard the sound of sniper rifles at that time, and you and several of your main subordinates have sufficient alibi. Even if the police are suspicious, what can they do to you?"

"That's true, but..."

"No buts!"

Gao Ning waved his hand and exhaled a puff of white smoke: "This matter is easy to solve. The police are going crazy and everyone is having a hard time. Hong Xing doesn't have much business in Poland Street. There are only about thirty or so malan shops in total. At worst, they will close down."

If you close your business for three months, you won’t lose much money!

But it's different with the dance halls and bars of Lianheshe and Liansheng. The monthly rent alone can make them vomit blood!

The knife is held with the same force on a person's body, but the amount of blood shed is different. Do you think it's the worry of scratching the skin, or the worry of having a major artery cut off?"

Uncle Da scratched his head and said with some understanding: "According to what you said, those societies will take action soon?"

"That's for sure! They will definitely try their best to send the police away. For at least a month, Bolland Street will still be Poland Street!"

"Then what should I do?"

"When it's time to eat, when it's time to drink, you can go wherever you want to play, play mahjong, sing, and swagger through the city with a few younger brothers. As for the territory..."

Gao Ning looked at Shiliu, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly: "Don't you have a capable general? Just leave it to him!"

Uncle Da was very moved.

"But this guy didn't do it lightly or harshly..."

"Young man! He has to make a living, let him do it, maybe he will get it wrong! Besides, don't you still have me?"

"With just one word from you, I feel more at ease!"

Uncle Da felt relieved and put a smile on his face again.

He stood up with a slap on his thighs, grabbed a bottle of beer, raised it in the air, and shouted: "Come on, come on, I won't come back until I'm drunk tonight!"

"Oh oh oh, I won't come back until I'm drunk!"

"Long live the great old man!"

"What's your name? Uncle Da!"

"Uncle Da! Uncle Da! Uncle Da!"

The cheers gradually became uniform, and the shouts of Uncle Da were so dizzy that he felt a little dizzy even though he had only drank less than one bottle.

Is this what it feels like to be the boss? Surprisingly, it’s very exciting!

In the kitchen, Aunt Fang, who had pushed out several chefs to speed up cooking, heard the shouting, the corners of her mouth turned up slightly, and her cold face softened a bit.

…

Facts have proved that Uncle Da is indeed a veteran, and his worries are not unreasonable.

Wan Chai Police Station, interrogation room.

Uncle Da was sitting on the interrogation chair, holding a cup of coffee in both hands.

He feels that he is not a hypocritical person. When he had no money in the past, he could not even drink iced milk tea, not to mention coffee, and he had to drink cold water when he was thirsty.

But the taste of the cup of coffee in front of him was really too much for him to praise.

It's obviously made fresh, but there's always an overnight smell lingering around.

Chen Guozhong stood at the door and looked at Uncle Da up and down. After a while, he smiled and walked over and sat opposite him.

“Don’t like the taste of coffee?”

Uncle Da shrugged: "I really don't like it. Poor people can't drink these foreign things!"

"If you are a poor person, then we will become beggars, right? Big Lao Da?"
To be continued...