Reborn in Hong Kong, my cousin is Crippled Ho

Chapter 57: All Sides Gather at the Restaurant

After giving him a few instructions, Biandanwei told his subordinate to leave through the back door of Dashun Mahjong Parlor.

Gangs and organizations, people from all walks of life.

Some people rise to power through fighting, some rely on their brains, and some depend on their ability to gather information and make a living.

There are plenty of people like this who are good at instigating people and spreading rumors; it's not surprising.

"Ah Hui! Ah Hui!" Biandanwei gulped down a few mouthfuls of cold tea and called out to the door of the room.

Shen Da Hui trotted in: "Brother Wei, what's up?"

"For the next period of time, Mr. Lin will not show up at the factory. Ah Rong, being a cripple, certainly can't handle things."

"Take a dozen or twenty brothers with you, in case anyone causes trouble." Biandanwei handed over a lucky charm and whispered, "Tell Waizi and the others that workers should act like workers."

Mr. Lin has tricked quite a few people in this game.

If someone can't resist going to the factory to vandalize it one day, tell them to be patient.

When it comes to taking action, it's your group who will "draw your swords to save the day" when you see injustice.

They're workers now; just stay far away. Don't be foolish enough to go up and attack them, or you'll end up in the factory newspapers.

"Understood!" Shen Da Hui nodded vigorously and went out to select and deploy troops.

The clerk raised his head and said, "Wai Zai and the others all have criminal records. I'm afraid you can't just clear their names by forbidding them from taking action."

"Well, I'm responsible for disciplining my subordinates and doing my best to cooperate with the factory to keep it clean."

As for other official matters, that depends on Mr. Lin's influence. "Bian Danwei put on his undershirt, opened a bottle of Twin Beauty Floral Water, and rubbed it on his neck and armpits: "Today is Fatty Kun's birthday in the Water Room, and the boss invited me to go and have a big meal together."

"Keep an eye on this branch. If there's anything urgent, send someone to find me at the Longru Grand Restaurant."

……

Calling someone like Fat Man Kun, a big shot in the business, a gang leader is actually a bit inappropriate.

Because these people have all stopped participating in gang decision-making many years ago, and they even refuse to take on honorary positions like the "Hall Master".

Instead, they choose to support shady characters like Wu Shih-hao, who help them rake in money in the public eye.

However, they are the big money-makers for gangs or branches, and each of them had a famous and prestigious history in the underworld when they were young. They have a high seniority and influence within their respective gangs.

To be precise, people like Fat Kun and Partridge Vegetable are only half-smart.

They know when to retreat from the limelight and hide behind the scenes, yet they are reluctant to give up the quick money from the black market and are unwilling to completely clean up their act.

Big scoundrel, three legs.

Left foot on the dark path, dragging through the mud;

He tentatively stepped out onto the white path with his right foot, hesitant and timid.

Only the thing in the middle is truly stuck in the gray area.

Therefore, he can only be described as half a smart person.

Today, Fat Lao Kun booked out the Lung Yu Restaurant, with 30 tables on each of the two floors.

The bigwigs from Yau Ma Tei, Shek Kip Mei, and Sham Shui Po, all influential and prestigious, held invitations, heads held high, each accompanied by their henchmen or close associates, entered through the main entrance, presented their congratulatory gifts, and went up to the second floor.

He was down on his luck and had no reputation, so he couldn't receive any invitations.

But once you've secured a position, you'll have a powerful, established identity in the underworld.

Today, all you need to do is smile and shout, "May Uncle Kun have boundless happiness and longevity!"

Regardless of the size of the red envelope, you can find a seat on the first floor and wait for the feast to begin.

Wu Shih-hao is a black glove trained by Fat Kun. Don't underestimate Brother Hao just because he's only the fourth-in-command of the water room; he brings the most people with him.

The younger brother Wu Shiping, the accountant Siyanwen, the leader Shalao Wu, the close-combat chicken, and the cousin Lin Yuanshan who brings his mouth to eat, and the gluttonous Tie Tou.

Except for one mute man who needed to be in charge of the lottery booth and couldn't come over.

Wu Shih-hao and his group of seven had an even greater presence than Kao Lo-cheng, the head of Fu Yee Hing, who only brought Yu Tou-ming to the banquet!

"Hey, you guys go upstairs and find seats. I need to help greet the guests." As they walked to the restaurant entrance, Wu Shih-hao took out a firework and clipped it to his right breast, then instructed Si-yan-wen, "Take good care of A-Ping and A-Yuan, and pick a table by the window."

"I know, Brother Hao." Four-Eyes Wen nodded in agreement and called for everyone to follow.

Lin Yuanshan, with Tie Tou by his side, mingled in the crowd. As he lit a cigarette, his gaze met that of Yu Tou Ming, who was walking across the street.

Yu Tou Ming's face instantly darkened.

A few days ago, Lin Yuanshan reported that Lao Yu had embezzled waste plastic flowers.

Not only did it cause his uncle to lose his job, but he was also later framed by the Sham Shui Po Police Station.

Even the makeshift workshop that provided him with a fixed monthly income had to be shut down.

What's most infuriating is that last month, the guy who was fighting me for the handling rights at the Sham Shui Po pier, Nai Tan Wai, announced these past two days that his gang has found a big water pipe.

I immediately sent people to investigate, and the result was that it was that good-for-nothing again.

Noticing that Yu Tou Ming's expression was off, Tall Cheng, the leader of Fu Yi Xing, asked in a low voice, "Ming, what's wrong? Did you make enemies with Wu Shih-hao?"

"No." Yu Touming withdrew his gaze and replied softly, "Grandpa, I have no grudge against Wu Shih-hao, but I have a grudge against his good-for-nothing cousin, Lin Yuan-shan."

"Lin Yuanshan?" Gao Laocheng thought for a moment, but couldn't recall him.

At this moment, Wu Shih-hao, with a big smile on his face, strode over to greet the two of them.

Gao Laocheng whispered to Yu Touming, "If there's anything, we'll talk about it after today! I won't allow you to cause trouble at Fatty Kun's birthday banquet!"

"I know," Yu Tou Ming replied quickly, taking a deep breath.

Wu Shih-hao stepped forward and shook hands firmly with Tall Cheng: "Uncle Cheng, Brother Ming!"

Wow, we've finally waited for the two of them! Uncle Kun has been talking about them all morning!

"Please come upstairs, please."

"Ah-Hao, why are you here to greet guests again this year?"

Tsk tsk tsk, after all these years, how come he's still a traitor?

"Hey, if your boss can't bring himself to ask your old man for a red stick to get you a promotion." Just a second ago, Gao Laocheng was trying to calm his former leader, Yu Touming, downplaying his position. The next second, he half-jokingly, half-seriously stabbed Wu Shih-hao: "Why don't you switch to Fu Yixing? Someone with your talent would be worth a special incense ceremony just for you!"

Upon hearing this, Wu Shih-hao's smile remained unchanged, but his triangular eyes narrowed slightly.

Without a second's hesitation, Wu Shih-hao chuckled, scratching the back of his head with his bare hand: "Hey, Uncle Cheng, I know my own limitations."

Our water room is full of talented people; if I want to get a permanent position, I have to wait in line.

As for transferring files...

Uncle Kun and Lao Ding know that you are joking about me, Ah Hao, so they naturally don't care.

But if one of my fellow disciples hears this, what if someone tries to gain a position by purging me from the sect?

Then wouldn't I have died a very unjust death? Hahaha…”

With a hearty laugh, Wu Shih-hao defused the sensitive topic on the spot with a tone that was half-serious and half-joking.

Gao Laocheng pointed at him and laughed as well: "Alright, alright, I won't tease you anymore."

The second floor, right? Ah Ming, let's go, don't keep Ah Hao from attending to the other guests.