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

Wang Ting turned around and stared at Billy, saying word by word, "You, if you have the courage, let the horse come over."

Although he was just speaking, his eyes and movements were like a beast that devoured things.

Billy was taken by his momentum, paused, and left with a harsh word.

"The seat of 'the hall' is mine, let's wait and see!"

Seeing him leave, Wang Ting smiled slightly.

The system prompts unexpectedly.

But this time the mission was a little fun.

"The system issues a random task: Kill Billy, kill Grandpa."

"Complete the task and get a reward: HKD XNUMX million, inherit Grandpa's secret assets."

Wang Ting closed his eyes and slowly digested the task content.

Kill Billy, he understands, in fact, even if the system doesn't say it, he will find an opportunity to kill this biting mad dog.

If this mad dog can't beat him and kidnap his cherished friend, it will be troublesome.

So Billy is going to die, the sooner the better.

But get rid of grandpa... hehe!

Wang Ting still remembered the first time he had contact with Grandpa. It was when he took over the role of Hengji White Paper Fan after he killed Huo Mingming, or when Grandpa suppressed Sister Ailian's voice and forced himself to be in the top position.

Although there was Brother Yaowen's support and Huo Mingming's own suicide, it was Grandpa who made the decision in the end, and it was decided.

After throwing these complicated thoughts out of his mind, Wang Ting took a deep breath.

In any case, the soldiers will stop it, and the water will cover it.

If you want to stand firm in this world, the most important thing is 'ruthlessness'.

Whoever dares to stand in front of him, even if it is Grandpa, he will not let it go.

After briefly wiping his hands, Wang Ting walked out.

The appearance of those uncles and hall masters appeared in his mind. He had prepared before coming, and now, he only needs to visit them one by one.

Voting is one of the rules of Hengji's 'sit in the hall'. Although Wang Ting disdains to win over, but for this position, even if he is sitting down, he has to look like he is canvassing votes.

Because of Hengji's 'sitting hall' position, Wang Ting is bound to win!

The people outside the house hadn't dispersed yet, and the senior executives of Hengji were still chatting one after another.

Wang Ting walked into the crowd and said with a smile, "Several big brothers, I have just learned how to cook. When you are free, go to my place as a guest. I will cook for you and make a table for you."

More than half of these people, Yaowen brother, had already negotiated. Hearing Wang Ting's invitation, he quickly pushed the boat.

"Okay, okay, I heard that Ah Ting is not only good at skills, but also excellent in cooking."

"I also heard from Boss Wang, haha, after eating Ah Ting's meals, he has already fired several cooks."

A man wearing a navy blue jacket with a bright bald head patted Wang Ting's shoulder......

"A Ting, your business is really getting bigger and bigger, but don't forget Brother Yaowen and us old people."

"I will never forget it." Wang Ting's eyes flashed.

At the same time, recalling the scene of eating hot pot with Grandpa that day, the corners of his mouth curled up.

"After all, people can't forget their roots."

"Hahaha, Ah Ting is really good at talking. I don't know how much better than some dead bastards who only know Kanren." The bald head praised.

No matter who he talks to, Wang Ting always makes the other person feel like a spring breeze.

After a few more conversations, Wang Ting made an appointment with the group, and then went to another group.

After just saying a few words, this group of Hengji people burst into laughter.

Of course, if it was another person, even if he spoke ten times better than Wang Ting, these hall masters and uncles would not dump him.

In the final analysis, nothing more than the word 'strength'.

Wang Ting frowned after turning around.

He wanted to talk to Brother Yaowen about the next thing, but he couldn't find him after searching for a long time.

Even if he made a phone call, Brother Yaowen hung up.

Looks like he has something wrong.

"A Ting, I wish you a successful victory, let's go first."

The big bosses of Hengji said.

Wang Ting turned around and waved goodbye to them.

......

On the balcony of a Western-style loft.

Brother Yaowen was lying on the railing, smoking a suffocating cigarette while looking at the distant scenery.

The phone rang, Brother Yaowen picked up the phone, saw Wang Ting's call, and hung up.

He smiled and said, "Stinky boy, you are in such a hurry."

pat, pat.

There were footsteps behind him, Brother Yaowen put away his phone, exhaled a puff of smoke, and said lightly, "You're here."

Ai-Lian, dressed in black, leaned her back against the railing. She looked up at the sky and laughed lightly.

"Ask me out, what do you want to say?"

Brother Yaowen looked into the distance and said, "Come on, neither you nor Billy can compete with Ah Ting."

Sister Ailian shook her head and said, "Tan Yaowen, after so many years, you still haven't made any progress. Now the arrow is on the line and you have to send it."

"I'm going to stop? What about Billy? What about the bullies who follow us?"

"not to mention."

Sister Ailian looked at Brother Yaowen and said coldly, "I must avenge Amin's revenge!"

Brother Yaowen sighed: "Amin, he sweeps the company's business and talks about the transition in front of Grandpa, don't you think it's too much?"

Sister Ailian turned her head to look at him: "Whatever the company treats him, he treats the company the same way. Isn't this a matter of course?"

"I've been his woman because I appreciate him taking the initiative to go in. I'm bold enough. No matter what he does, I'll support him."

Brother Yaowen narrowed his eyes and said angrily, "But you are seeking your own death!"

"Do you care about me now?" Sister Ailian sneered: "When Amin died, did you ever treat him as a brother?"

Brother Yaowen 5.4 said word by word: "I just treated him as a brother, so I kept saying good things to him at Grandpa's place. Now that he is dead, why do you do it?"

Sister Ailian clutched the railing and said, "If you marry a chicken, follow a chicken, if you marry a dog, follow a dog. I must kill Wang Ting!"

Brother Yaowen knew that Sister Ailian had made up his mind, he threw the cigarette butt on the ground, lifted his foot to stamp it out, and looked at her in a complicated way.

"Think clearly, once you start, there is no turning back."

Sister Ailian pointed out: "Do you think there is something that can be turned back in this world?"

After speaking, she left.

The footsteps were getting farther and farther, Yaowen brother grabbed his head irritably, and slammed the last punch on the railing.

What Sister Ailian said was right. Once you have done something, you will never be able to go back.

If that's the case, let's go all the way to the dark.

Soon after, he also left the balcony.

When walking, the steps were sonorous and powerful, and there was no hesitation.

The Hang Kee Conference ended with the nominations of Wang Ting and Billy.

And the forces represented by the two sides have officially started war!

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 Training Killers

The Hengji Conference is over, and everyone is almost gone.

At this moment, Xiangtang.

In front of the shrine, Grandpa and his three uncles were playing mahjong.

"White board." Grandpa played the card first.

"Bar." Uncle Tian said with a smile.

"Get rich." Uncle Quan on the side also played his cards.

Grandpa smiled and said, "Touch yourself."

Uncle Quan exclaimed, "Wow, Brother Min, you won three games in a row. You want to invite us to dinner tonight."

Grandpa waved his hand: "It's all luck, it's all luck."

When the cards were shuffled, a pleasant ringtone of the mobile phone rang. Seeing the name of the caller, Grandpa narrowed his eyes, made a gesture to the three of them, and then connected the call.

"Brother Min, after the conference, Wang Ting and Billy's boys started canvassing votes." An old voice came from the phone. It was clearly the leader of Hengji who had just had a good chat with Wang Ting.

"Oh? It seems that you have received a lot of benefits." Grandpa said with a smile.

"No. Brother Min, don't worry, I won't vote for them." The leader hurriedly expressed his loyalty.

"Alright." Grandpa smiled, then hung up the phone.

The four of them started to play mahjong again, and after a while, the sound of crackling sounded.

"Three barrels."

"Don't move, it's mushy!"

"Wow, Brother Min, you are confused again." Uncle Tian said with a smile.