The four hundred and seventieth chapters are all big shots
In the room, Yuan Kui had no idea that someone had quietly walked in beside his bed.
"Alang and the others may have missed the point. You and others will do this thing again. This is our vote. We must get it clearly. When? Of course, the sooner the better. Tomorrow, Master Yun will pay his condolences. I don't want to be in the funeral parlor."
Seeing the two of them, that's all." After Yuan Kui finished his instructions, he suddenly paused while holding the cigarette butt in his hand and inserting it into the ashtray.
After hanging up the phone, Yuan Kui looked up and saw two people standing in front of him, one was slightly fatter and the other was slightly thinner, they looked familiar.
"You don't have to wait until tomorrow. You see us today. Aren't you particularly surprised?" Wang Xuanzhen gritted his teeth and bent down to pick up a pack of cigarettes from the table, took out one and lit one for himself.
Yuan Kui reacted very quickly and reached for it at his waist. Whenever he went out, he always carried a gun with him. He could not count the enemies of people like Yuan Kui. The first question he thought of every day when he opened his eyes was
That is, will I die today?
"There is reincarnation in the way of heaven. Who can the sky bypass?" Xiang Que watched Yuan Kui take out his pistol and asked calmly: "Are you worthy of Master Yun by doing this?"
Yuan Kui was stunned, and then said: "Master Yun is dead, I don't have to feel sorry for him anymore. Besides, you are not from our Hongmen, what does it matter to you?"
Xiang Que said: "Oh, I'm just asking, it's really none of my business if you Hongmen dogs bite dogs, but if you want to kill me, doesn't that have to do with me? Right?"
"Haha, that's all. If I talk to you with a gun, what will happen to you? You two have already escaped from two of my men, why are you so stupid as to throw yourself into my trap?" Yuan Kui
He held the muzzle of the gun and shook it on the two of them.
Wang Xuanzhen turned around speechlessly and asked: "With this IQ, how can I be the boss of any club? Brother, are all clubs so easy to mess with? How about I become the boss tomorrow?"
Yuan Kui frowned, raised his gun and said, "Why are you talking nonsense when death is imminent?"
Fatty Wang held a cigarette, pointed at him and said: "If you are not stupid, think carefully about the fact that the two people you sent out to kill us failed to kill us, and then we came to look for you. Don't you think it's a bit strange?
Are you satisfied?"
"Huh?" Yuan Kui looked at the two of them blankly, his eyes tightening.
"Yuan Kui, you disappoint me so much" Xiang Que suddenly said, but what came out of his mouth was Situ Shengyun's words.
Yuan Kui's hand holding the gun trembled, and he looked at Xiang Que in disbelief. He opened his mouth for a long time but not a single word came out.
"Do you remember what I once said to you..." Xiang Que clasped his hands behind his back, with a calm and intimidating look on his face: "If you go step by step, which community in Hong Kong will be affected after you turn fifty?"
I could be your opponent, but your steps are too fast and too hasty, and your mind is a little biased. What's the matter? After I die, you think Hongmen is going to change its surname?"
"Big, big boss?" Si Yuankui knelt down with an unbelievable "pop" sound. This was what the other party said to him when he paid Situ Shengyun's birthday. At that time, Situ Shengyun lay in his ear and said this.
When he spoke, only the two of them could hear him.
The next day, it's five o'clock in the morning.
The hotel where Situ Ziqing stayed was crowded with traffic, and the entire two streets were blocked with water. On this day, people who expressed their condolences to Situ Shengyun began to pour into the small city of Kaiping in a steady stream.
At half past five, the vehicles began to leave the hotel one after another and drove to the funeral parlor a few kilometers away. The journey of several kilometers took more than half an hour. On this day, the Kaiping funeral parlor was basically crowded by Situ Shengyun’s relatives and friends.
Full.
The mourning hall was held in a funeral parlor hall that could accommodate more than a hundred people. Situ Shengyun's body was stored in a transparent freezer. The grooming master had completely cleaned up Situ Shengyun yesterday.
In the hall, the freezer storing the body was placed near the front. On both sides stood Situ Ziqing, Situ Rongqing, Situ Songqing and his fourth uncle. They came as family members to return gifts to those who came to express their condolences. The rest
Some important Hongmen figures were sitting in the empty seats in the hall.
At a quarter past seven, condolences began.
The first batch of people to express their condolences were domestic official organizations. After all, Hongmen Zhigongtang had done a lot of great things to help during the war years, and they had unanimously supported the country after liberation. It was natural that there should be official organizations coming to express condolences.
.
After the official condolences are over, there are some big figures in Hongmen, big bosses from various places, company leaders, and some partners of Hongmen. After this group of people have finished their rounds, it will be some of the friends Situ Shengyun made.
, such as Wang Zhongguo.
Among the people present, the only two people who did not need to express condolences were Xiang Que and Wang Xunzhen. It might be a bit heartless to express condolences to a living person, but they would definitely not do it.
"Would you like me to introduce you two little brothers to the people present? They are all big shots. Anyone you pick out at random has a name and a surname. This name and surname are not just simple, but someone who can often be in the news.
The exposure rate is very high." When Xiang Que and Wang Xuanzhen stood in the corner and looked at Situ Shengyun's coffin indifferently, Wang Zhongguo walked behind them.
Xiang Que smiled and greeted him, and Fatty Wang said, "Uncle, you are trying to increase our knowledge."
Wang Zhongguo said meaningfully: "They are all quick and ruthless people. They are amazing."
"Then tell us about it, and we'll gain some insights."
"Did that inconspicuous little old man sitting in the first row see me?" Wang Zhongguo pointed his finger at an old man in his sixties sitting in the middle of the first row in the hall, saying that he was the little old man because of this man.
The longer one is a bit more smokey, it looks a bit like it was thrown into a drying bucket and then taken out to dry after being tossed around.
His hair is thin, his face is full of wrinkles, his shoulders are hunched, and he probably weighs less than 100.
Xiang Que glanced at Wang Zhongguo's hand, and Wang Zhongguo continued: "Hongmen, after Situ Shengyun, he is the second big boss, Xu Heng, others call him Mr. Xu."
Xiang Que said, "Xu Longwu, who was the disciple of Situ Meitang, was his grandfather."
"The man sitting next to him is called Wang Jin, the boss of the San Francisco Hall." Wang Zhongguo pointed at the two of them and said, "The two of them are half of the Hongmen family, and the remaining half is the Situ family."
Xiang Que suddenly said: "Why did you choose these two people to introduce to us first? What's the meaning?"
Wang Zhongguo laughed and said calmly: "People, we must introduce them from the most powerful people first, right?"