Starting Hong Kong Variety Show: My senior brother is Lingling Qi

Lao Rongshun Restaurant.

Bang——!

The cap of the champagne bottle popped open with a pop, and the foam inside poured out like a waterfall, crystal clear and filled with a hint of coolness in the air.

Zheng Jirong personally filled up the glasses in front of him, then raised his glass and smiled at everyone on the table:

"Everyone has worked hard these past few days. This meal tonight will be a celebration drink to celebrate our successful victory in the public concession and the Black Dragon Club's home! Come on, let me toast you all first."

At this time, almost all the people sitting in the private room were senior cadres of the Ax Gang. Except for Axing, who was still pretending to be dead in the hospital, even Ma Yongzhen also rushed over.

"Brother Rong." Seeing Zheng Jirong drink all the wine in the glass, Ma Yongzhen immediately gave a thumbs up and praised: "In the past two days, our Ax Gang has been the most popular in the world!"

"First, Zhabei was completely wiped out, and then Shilibubu was wiped out. Now even the three tycoons of the Qinggang have been taken in as dogs by Brother Rong. Let me tell you, in a few days, the French Concession will also have to listen to Rong. Brother’s!”

Seeing the high-spirited look on this kid's face, Hua Mi couldn't help but curled his lips and said: "Hey, we killed the people, and we also grabbed the territory. It doesn't matter what you do with your little knife, you don't know what to do if you jump out in a hurry."

"Hey, isn't this a peanut brother?" Ma Yongzhen smiled and raised his eyebrows when he heard this, "It's really a dung beetle that can't move after falling into a pile of coal. I didn't know you were here."

"Holy crap! How dare you, an outsider, talk to me like that?"

"An outsider? Rongo approved my establishment of the Little Knife Club. It's not your turn to make irresponsible remarks!"

Having said this, Ma Yongzhen took out a check from his pocket and said, "Brother Rong, this is the fee paid by my knife club this week. If you click on it, it will be a full 50,000 yuan, not a penny more!"

Zheng Jirong bit his cigar and glanced at the check handed to him by this guy. He nodded slightly and said, "That's right. You were able to pay the fees in full as soon as you took over the site. It's obvious that you put some thought into it."

Ma Yongzhen grinned, her eyes shining with pride, "Although Shiliupu was a large place in the past, it was divided into pieces by more than a dozen different gangs. Those bastards worked on their own affairs, making the territory a mess. Not only It’s difficult to manage and it’s difficult to collect fees.”

After a pause, he lit a cigarette and continued: "But now that I am in charge of the entire Shiliupu alone, the situation is very different. All the forces have been integrated by my Xiaodao Society. In this way, , collecting money will definitely become much easier.”

"Of course." Ma Yongzhen held up the glass of wine and saluted Zheng Jirong, and said with a smile: "This is all thanks to the boss. The shareholding system you proposed, Brother Rong, is such a genius idea. We are now affiliated with Huasheng. What? The company sends people to help us negotiate business, and we can make money even while lying down!"

"Haha. I just gave you a name. You have the ability to manage the territory well."

Zheng Jirong smiled and clinked a drink with him. After licking his lips, he put his hand on the boy's shoulder and said, "Yongzhen, the streets in this world are full of money and women everywhere. Whoever can make up his mind can win." , whoever can seize the opportunity will get ahead!"

“What’s a sixteen-storey shop?!”

He turned to look out the window and pointed to a street with shining neon lights in the distance, "Did you see that? Do you know where that place is?"

Ma Yongzhen glanced up, and then said: "Shili Yangchang, who doesn't know how to hang out in Shanghai?"

"Yes, a few days ago it was still the territory of the three tycoons of the Qing Gang, but now..."

Zheng Jirong shrugged and said with a smile: "Including this street, the entire public concession has changed its surname to Zheng. Do you know why?"

"Brother Erong, tell me."

Although he didn't understand what Zheng Jirong meant when he said this to him, he could feel that his boss had something important to talk to him about.

"Just because I can seize the opportunity!"

Zheng Jirong squeezed his shoulders tightly and said seriously: "Lu Yuesheng still hasn't figured it out. I just happened to meet him when he was watching a show. Why did the company lose all the land and manpower the next day!"

"Do you know why? Because he doesn't want to make progress!"

"This kind of remnant party from the old era has no ship to carry them in the new era!"

"Lu Yuesheng is like this, and Zhang Wanlin is also like this!"

After saying that, Zheng Jirong put his arm around his shoulders, looked at the boy and said, "There is something you need to do."

"Through fire and water, Brother Rong!!!"

Ma Yongzhen, who was stirred up by his words, quickly patted her chest and promised.

Seeing that this kid was successfully Pua, Zheng Jirong nodded with satisfaction and said with a smile: "Find a few gunmen who can speak Japanese to assassinate Zhang Wanlin and beat Zhang Wanlin to death. Then you come out to clean up the mess, and in the name of your knife society, Declare that the culprit who attacked and killed Japanese people a few days ago is Zhang Wanlin."

"this"

Ma Yongzhen frowned and said, "Zhang Wanlin is a comprador. No one would believe that he was the Japanese who killed him."

"That's why I asked you to find a few gunmen who can speak Japanese to assassinate him." Zheng Jirong spread his hands and said: "Isn't it enough to pretend to be the Black Dragon Society and have a grudge against Zhang Wanlin? It doesn't matter who the murderer is, the Japanese side just needs It’s just a substantial explanation, do you understand?”

"What should we do with the gunmen after they kill the people? Let them hide in the countryside, or"

"Kill him."

Zheng Jirong sighed and said with compassion: "As long as these evil forces can be eradicated, no matter how high the price is, it will be worth it."

".I see."

"besides."

Zheng Jirong pointed at him and said: "After the incident is completed, scratch their faces so that no one can recognize them."

After saying that, he saw Ma Yongzhen's sad face and couldn't help but chuckled: "Do you feel bad about letting your brother go out and die?"

"Well," Ma Yongzhen sighed, "after all, they are brothers who worked hard at the dock with me."

"Confused!"

Zheng Jirong shouted coldly: "You are so soft-hearted, you will only be able to wallow at the bottom for the rest of your life. Do you still want to go to the dock to carry bags again? Do you want to work hard for a few copper coins again?"

"You are soft-hearted, this is your weakness! The key to a man's work is to be ruthless and unscrupulous, and he cannot be like a woman!"

"Moreover"

Then, Zheng Jirong said in a soft tone: "You don't have to send the brothers who have the best relationship with you. You can just pick a few guys with the worst personalities from the gang who usually like to bully the good ones."

"These bastards are just wasting food while they are alive. Why not let them contribute to the stability and prosperity of Shanghai with their lives."

"After everything is done, just leave some money to their families and take good care of their families."

Seeing that Ma Yongzhen wanted to say something more, Zheng Jirong directly held up the wine glass and said, "Okay, this matter is settled. Once Zhang Wanlin dies, I will leave you a share of his French Concession's territory."

After listening to his words, Ma Yongzhen, who was still a little wavering, seemed to have made up his mind. He sighed softly, picked up the cup in his hand and touched it lightly with Zheng Jirong, then raised his head and drank it all!

After one hour.

Zheng Jirong and his party walked out of the restaurant with plenty of food and drinks.

Seeing Chow Tai Fook and Hua Mi swaying and walking unsteadily, he couldn't help but smile and said: "If you can't drink it, don't drink it. It's like this after just a few sips. It's really embarrassing to the southerners."

The drunk peanuts were now resting on Ma Yongzhen's shoulders. The two people who had been having a quarrel were now hugging each other, shoulder to shoulder, as if they were two brothers on good terms.

Hearing Zheng Jirong's words, he wanted to defend himself, but as soon as he said the words, a smell of alcohol surged out of his stomach, and he leaned against the wall and vomited wildly.

Seeing this scene, Zheng Jirong shook his head in amusement. Just when he was about to laugh at this kid, a violent throbbing suddenly came from his mind!

left!

He suddenly turned his head and looked aside in alarm, and saw dozens of gunmen suddenly rushing out of an alley, each holding a gun and pointing it at them!

"retreat!"

Zheng Jirong immediately shouted to both sides, and at the same time he pulled the arms of Chow Tai Fook and Peng Yixing beside him, stepped on them with the heels of his feet, and flew back into the restaurant like arrows!

Bang bang bang! ! !

The next second, a burst of intensive and rapid gunshots sounded instantly, and bullets poured down like a shower. The originally solid glass and wooden doors suddenly became fragmented, and the fragments scattered everywhere, making the scene a mess!

Because he was on alert early enough, almost all the people around him retreated together, leaving only Ma Yongzhen and Hua Mi still outside.

Wow——!

At this time, the glass door was slammed open, and immediately after, Ma Yongzhen rolled in from the outside holding peanuts. The two of them were covered with glass and wood slag, and they looked miserable.

"You're not hurt, are you?"

"No!"

Ma Yongzhen turned to look at the gunman outside, with fierce eyes: "Who on earth dares to assassinate me in Shiliupu!"

"How is your reputation worthy of sending so many people to assassinate you?"

Zheng Jirong sneered: "Send dozens of gunmen at once, no matter who they are, this bastard is really willing to do it!"

At this time, the gunshots outside were getting closer and closer. Ma Yongzhen gritted her teeth and shouted to Zheng Jirong who was standing behind the bunker: "Brother Rong, retreat through the back door first, I will cover you!"

"withdraw?"

After hearing this, Zheng Jirong burst out laughing and said, "You still have some conscience, but there's no need for that!"

After saying that, he turned to Peng Yixing, Du Dapeng and Tie Zhu and glanced at him, "Leave it to you, move faster."

"clear!"

Following his order, Du Dapeng immediately picked up an elm table weighing several dozen kilograms, held it in front of him as a shield, and then rushed out like a beast!

At the same time, Tie Zhu stepped lightly on his toes and followed Dapeng. He held two daggers in his hands and shuttled through the crowd in a dizzying and unpredictable manner. Every time he appeared, he could instantly cut the throats of the gunmen around him.

Peng Yixing quickly walked to the corner. Under the cover of the wall, he pulled out two Beretta 92Fs that Zheng Jirong had given him before. Each bullet could accurately take away a killer.

"this"

Ma Yongzhen, who was shocked by this scene, was dumbfounded and said: "Brother Rong, you had expected that someone was going to assassinate you tonight?"

"Haha", Zheng Jirong sat on a chair and said with a faint smile: "How can a person wander around the world without getting stabbed?"

Although he spoke lightly, looking at the gunmen outside who were being harvested by Wushuang, there was still a trace of solemnity in his eyes.

He was not surprised that he would be assassinated, but what made him a little confused and troubled was that for a while, he really couldn't figure out who was secretly attacking him.

During the time he came to Shanghai, he really offended too many people.

Japanese Japs, Koreans, conservative forces of the Green Gang, remnants of the Black Dragon Society, Zhang Wanlin

Everyone has a reason to attack him. After finishing dealing with these people, they must be tortured to find out their employer.

"Boss! All solved, no one left alive!"

"."

Looking at Du Dapeng who was looking at him with pride after finishing all the gunmen, Zheng Jirong fell silent.

Zhabei, Sanchongtian Nightclub.

Zheng Jirong, who had just returned from Shiliupu, told his master: "Send more manpower and focus on investigating which direction the gunmen went to Shiliupu late last night. Ma Yongzhen will send people to help you. Be sure to find out."

"I understand," the master agreed solemnly, and then asked: "Does the restaurant owner want to follow up and check?"

"It should be none of his business," Zheng Jirong shook his head slightly and said, "If he wanted to poison my food and wine, wouldn't it be faster? You just need to find out the direction from which the gunman came, whether it is the French Concession or the Public Concession."

"Okay! I'm going now!"

After the master left, Zheng Jirong calmly lit a cigarette for himself. He had experienced more assassinations on Hong Kong Island than he could count with both hands. What happened tonight can only be regarded as a small scene, far from the end. To the point of panicking him.

The point is not that you were assassinated, but how to get revenge after being assassinated.

He had contacted Shen Zui before, and he told him that the Northern Expedition would start in a few days, and by then the troops from Songhu would be facing Wu Peifu.

On that day, the city's defense force was empty, and the eyes of all the foreigners in the concession were focused on the north. That would be the time for him to settle the accounts!

Boom, boom, boom.

While he was deep in thought, there was a sudden knock on the office door.

"Enter"

After the door opened, Zheng Jirong looked at the scene in front of him, raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "Where is this song coming from?"

Opposite him, Jin Zhaoli was holding a woman of her own age, looking at him with a smile.

"Brother Rong, this is my cousin Lin Tongfei. She just graduated from Peking University two days ago and is looking for a job in Shanghai."

Jin Zhaoli walked up behind Zheng Jirong, squeezed his shoulders and said coquettishly: "Brother Rong, didn't you just open a company? Do you think it would be okay to ask Tong Fei to come in and help you?"

"You are quite well-informed." Zheng Jirong sat with his head in the arms of the woman behind him. After casually saying something, he looked at the girl opposite with her head slightly lowered and a reserved look on her face.

College students these days are very valuable, especially girls who can go to college. There is no poor family background.

This girl has a face as round as an oval, with slightly plump cheeks, picturesque eyebrows, and full and red lips. Although her figure is not slim, her plump curves look extremely charming.

Tsk. She is still a beautiful woman.