"Brother Bao has gone in. This area of Sham Shui Po will be yours alone in the future, Brother Tian. We, the small ones, finally have hope." The braided young man sitting next to Brother Tian was smiling and flattering. He was thin and had a sinister look.
, and then tie a braid on the back of the head, which is nondescript and slutty.
Brother Tian and other younger brothers agreed with him deeply.
"From the day you paid homage to Mr. Guan and me, I have treated you as brothers. I have never treated you badly before, and I will never treat you badly in the future. We will share the blessings together." Brother Tian was full of pride and high-spirited.
Brother Bao.
14k carries the handle at the entrance of Sham Shui Po Hall.
Last week, he was captured by Secretary O. The evidence of drug trafficking was conclusive, and he was sentenced to at least ten or eight years in prison.
As Brother Bao's top horse, Brother Tian is undoubtedly in the top position. Although Sham Shui Po is far behind Mong Kok, Tuen Mun, and Causeway Bay, there is a lot of oil and water, and the more slums are, the better the business of pornography, gambling and drugs. As for
The painful lesson of Brother Bao's downfall...Brother Tian didn't trust him and was confident that he would not make the mistake of being betrayed by a woman.
The young and Dangerous boys talked loudly.
Hutchison Tea Restaurant continues to be busy.
The reason why people call a middle-aged man who has no mobility is Laodai, mainly because he has lost his memory and is often in a trance or sitting in a daze without knowing what to think.
The young waiter's name is Shi Can, and people who know him often call him Ah Can. He is smart, enthusiastic, and diligent. Unfortunately, he was born in Sham Shui Po, the poorest area in Hong Kong Island. In addition, his father died young and his mother was sick, so he had to drop out of school early to support his family and take care of his mother.
While working part-time at Hutchison, I ran a small convenience store and my sister looked after the store.
In the two-story tea restaurant, A-chan was busy going up and down until about nine o'clock in the evening. The kitchen staff and waiters gathered around the round table in front of the bar on the first floor to have a working meal.
The work meal was not bad, there was a table full of fish and meat, and people around the table were eating and chatting. Only Lao Dai was sitting alone on the threshold of the back door of the kitchen in a daze, holding a full bowl of food.
He has been in this city called Hong Kong for more than a year, but he still doesn't know who he is or where his relatives are. Many times, several faces appear in his dreams and they feel familiar, but he can't figure out who they are.
Lao Dai, who had been in a daze for a long time, let out a long sigh and lowered his head to eat.
"Old Dai, I'll give you a chicken drumstick." Acan held the bowl and squeezed to Lao Dai, sat down, gave the fried chicken drumstick to Lao Dai, and asked, "Are you thinking about something again?"
Lao Dai said expressionlessly: "I don't even know who I am, how can I have so many things to worry about."
Acan smiled and said: "Everyone calls you Laodai, but actually you are not stupid at all. I understand. It's just that you can't remember the people and things in the past. Maybe you are still a big shot."
Lao Dai didn't say a word, just lowered his head and nibbled on the chicken leg.
Acan looked outside the kitchen, lowered his voice, and said mysteriously: "Don't believe it, once, I happened to hear the boss and his eldest son talking about you, saying that you should be very rich, and the watch on your wrist is worth
Tens of millions of Hong Kong dollars.”
"It's so valuable, why did the boss only lend it to me for half a day and then return it to me?" Lao Dai asked in one sentence, which made Achan speechless and didn't know how to answer.
Their boss, Huang Yuming, is a shrewd and profit-oriented citizen. He can take possession of Lao Dai's watch as his own with a little bit of tricks. It would be abnormal not to do so.
Third floor.
The residence of owner Huang Yuming and his family.
Even though Sham Shui Po is an area where poor people are concentrated, and the houses on the streets are old, if you own a three-storey property, it is no worse than the wealthy people in Mong Kok, Wan Chai.
On the solid wood sofa in the quaint Chinese-style living room, Huang Yuming took the magazine brought back by his eldest son. He did not open it, but stared at the cover of the magazine for a moment.
Cover title: The legendary businessman who competed with Li Ka-shing for Europe.
The cover character: He is the same as Lao Dai, as if he was carved from the same mold.
Huang Yuming's eldest son pointed to the cover character and said excitedly: "Nalan Hai has been in the top 20 of the Hurun Report many times. His Honghai Group has a market value of 100 billion, which is far beyond my previous judgment."
"What do you want to do?" Huang Yuming frowned and asked his eldest son Huang Zhize. Huang Zhize is thirty-six years old. He is not too old, but he has twenty years of experience as a sailor.
Today, Huang Zhize is a captain of the Hong Kong Ocean Shipping Company, in charge of a 10,000-ton container ship that travels to and from Hong Kong in Europe. By chance, he saved Lao Dai.
"I'm going to contact Honghai Group and save their chairman. I'll pay at least one to two hundred million as a thank you. With this money, our Huang family will prosper from now on. I don't have to worry about taking on private jobs anymore. You can also be like a rich man living in Mid-Levels."
That's how you spend your old age peacefully." Huang Zhize looked forward to a better life in the future and couldn't help but laugh. The so-called private work refers to privately dealing with human smuggling groups and illegally transporting smugglers into Britain, France and Germany.
He and the crew members shared the profits in proportion. Maybe the profits tied each other tightly, and Dangdang worked steadily for three years without any accidents. However, it was still illegal and criminal, and there was no guarantee that something would go wrong one day.
"Are you sure they will give you the money?" Huang Yuming put down the magazine and took a leisurely sip of tea.
"Don't worry, I have my own method." Huang Zhize smiled confidently. He had already planned everything when he persuaded his father not to be greedy for the watch.
"Since you are so confident, I won't say much." Huang Yuming smiled and stared at his eldest son, feeling that this was a reliable thing. After all, it was the grace of saving his life... the kindness was reborn.
"Wait for my good news..." Huang Zhize said as he stood up and left with confidence.
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London, UK.
Honghai Group Headquarters.
Nalan Baichuan occupied the leather swivel chair that symbolized the highest power of the group, and listened expressionlessly to the arguments of the executives. One party represented him, and the other... was obviously loyal to his niece.
In fact, after his long-term exclusion and suppression, the company veterans who had protected his niece Nalan Tongtong either retired in anger or were transferred from the headquarters. However, there are still a few unsightly senior executives who oppose him everywhere, especially the middle-level group.
The managers and supervisors who regarded Nalan Hai as a god, led by these people, united to resist the pressure.
"Enough!"
Nalan Baichuan couldn't bear it anymore, so he shouted out words to stop it, and secretly determined to completely eliminate the dissidents, even if the people below made irresponsible remarks, he would not hesitate!
Just at this moment, someone pushed open the door of the conference room and hurriedly said to Nalan Baichuan: "President, I have something urgent to report to you alone."
"Didn't you see that I'm in a meeting?" Nalan Baichuan, who was furious, glared at his confidant assistant at the door of the conference room.
"President, it's a very urgent matter." A male assistant in his early thirties explained anxiously.
"Oh?" Nalan Baichuan couldn't help but frown, suppressed his anger, stood up, and walked out of the conference room. His close assistant closed the door and whispered to him, telling him that Nalan Hai was still alive.
Nalan Baichuan was shocked and asked in a voice: "Who else knows about this situation?"
"President, it's just you and me now. I have stabilized each other, but... the nights are long and the dreams are many, you have to think of a countermeasure as soon as possible." The male assistant meaningfully reminded Nalan Baichuan that he was from Nalan Baichuan, Nalan Hai
Once he regains power, he will act like a coward and show off his power.
"Oh..." Nalan Baichuan let out a long breath, feeling a little relieved, and then expressed a complex and thoughtful expression. His brother is not dead, which is supposed to be good news. However, the feeling of having power is so wonderful that he is not willing to let it go, not to mention the huge business involved.
The inheritance of the kingdom and tens of billions of properties will have nothing to do with him if his younger brother Nalan Hai returns.
