What do you mean by quitting the business? I'm not a big shot.

Chapter 606 I'm Going to Get the Dragon Head Stick
In the VIP consultation room of Chung Yi Hospital, Yin Zhaotang accompanied Qiu Shuzhen during her pregnancy check-up.

Every two weeks, obstetric specialists from Queen Elizabeth Hospital make a special trip to Chung Yi Hospital for consultations. With state-of-the-art medical screening, it has been confirmed that the fetus is a boy, genetically healthy, and free of any hereditary diseases. With Asia's top-tier team providing maternity care, Chiu Shu-chen enjoys a comfortable life, never experiencing pregnancy symptoms such as anxiety or irritability.

Yin Zhaotang doesn't come every time; he only accompanies her occasionally, and he always receives praise from doctors and new mothers.

A father with the ability to protect his child for life will be respected worldwide. Just as the doctor was analyzing the ultrasound images, Niu Qiang pushed open the door a crack and whispered, "Brother Tang."

Yin Zhaotang understood, and with an apologetic expression, stood up and said, "I'm sorry, Dr. Ke, I need to attend to some official business. I'll come in later."

Dr. Ke, dressed in a white coat, waved his hand kindly and said, "The important matters have all been discussed. Mr. Yin, please feel free to do as you please. I'd like to chat with Miss Qiu a bit more."

"Listen to the doctor's instructions." Yin Zhaotang instructed Qiu Shuzhen, then walked out of the ward, frowning as he asked, "What happened? Why the rush?"

It wasn't that he was dissatisfied with Niu Qiang, but rather that he naturally felt uneasy about things that were enough to disrupt his life.

With the support of tens of thousands of brothers in the gang, there are rarely any incidents that can disrupt his plans, regardless of time or place.

Niu Qiang's face showed great urgency. Holding his mobile phone, he said, "Brother Tang, Grandpa suffered a stroke and has been brought to the hospital."

"Which hospital?" Yin Zhaotang's expression changed drastically.

Niu Qiang said, "It's my own hospital. We'll be there in two minutes."

“Go contact Queen Elizabeth Hospital and get the best doctors in Hong Kong. No, the best doctors in the world.” Yin Zhaotang was a little flustered. After saying that, he changed his mind: “Forget it, just get a few more specialists to consult. There is a window period for cerebral infarction. Even the best doctors are useless then.”

Niu Qiang nodded in agreement: "I'll arrange it right away."

As Sha Hui watched the boss turn and leave, he took his position at the top, gun in hand, guarding Ding Ye's side. The remaining six brothers in the corridor felt a growing unease.

Unbeknownst to many, Fat Cat has taken on the role of a grandfather and Tang Ge has taken charge of the overall situation, leading the gang to steady development, a consensus that has been reached throughout the company.

The thugs below weren't in a hurry to push Brother Tong to the top. Because they knew that Brother Tong was just as good as the second-in-command or the head of the gang.

Uncle Cat was kind and gentle, always protecting the younger ones, and enjoyed widespread respect and popularity. Sudden changes after becoming accustomed to the established order can be frightening.

Yin Zhaotang went to the window, lit a cigarette, glanced at his brothers, and said, "Smoke if you want."

Sha Hui stepped forward, grinning, and said, "What are you afraid of? If Grandpa has an accident, we still have Brother Tang. Eighty-seven years old, that's considered a happy death. He weighed over two hundred pounds, he didn't want to weigh over one hundred!"

"If even the King of Hell agrees, Buddha would think it's going too far."

The brothers, who had just lit their cigarettes, all chuckled in unison.

Yin Zhaotang glared at him and said irritably, "Show some respect, Ah Hui."

Sha Hui spread his hands, looking like a scoundrel: "I've shown them all respect. How many people can hold such a high position and live past eighty without any worries?"

"Even burning ten kilograms of paper money for my great-grandparents every year isn't enough."

Just as the cigarette was half-burned, the sound of an ambulance wailed from downstairs. From the corridor, they could see the elderly man lying on a trolley, hooked up to a ventilator, being wheeled into the elevator by doctors. Qiu Shuzhen, carrying her large pregnant belly, picked up her backpack and walked out of the examination room. Seeing her boyfriend's grave expression, she whispered, "Tang-ge, I'll go back to the apartment first."

Yin Zhaotang shook his head: "You're in your late pregnancy, it's not convenient for you to run around alone. Go to the lounge and watch TV, I'll take you home later."

"A senior colleague in the company is seriously ill and has just been taken to the hospital."

Chiu Shu-chen touched her belly, a hint of resistance flashing in her eyes, afraid of "clashing" with the elderly. In southern regions, weddings and funerals are held separately, and some cities also require "mourning," for example, one cannot get married within three years of the death of an elder in the family.

Most young people observe mourning as needed, using it as an excuse for those who don't want to get married, and even if they really want to get married, they don't take it to heart.

Chingmy Yau's personality usually doesn't care about these things. But pregnant women are more sensitive, and things she didn't pay attention to before now become important. She felt that Yin Zhaotang was concerned about her and asked him to avoid her, so she obediently agreed. It wasn't intentional rudeness towards her grandfather; people she truly cared about would even avoid close relatives.

Has anyone ever seen a pregnant woman attend a funeral?

After taking Chingmy Yau to the rest room, Yin Zhaotang led Sha Hui and the others to sit down at the door of the ward. A few minutes later, Zuo Shou, Lao Mo, Yuan Bao and others arrived at the scene.

Half an hour later, the entrance was already filled with more than fifty members of the association. Not only did people wearing straw sandals and paper fans come, but many retired elders who had long been without official positions also made a special trip to come.

Seeing the chaotic scene, Guangzai couldn't help but shout, "What's all the noise about? Grandpa isn't dead yet. If you have something to say, say it when we burn paper money for Grandpa."

Everyone immediately fell silent, but a stroke is not like the last time someone was hit by a homemade bomb. With a homemade bomb, you could tell at a glance whether someone lived or died. With a stroke, even if they didn't die today, they wouldn't live long.

The succession issue that has been looming over the Zhongyi Hall is now unavoidable and inescapable.

Street vendor Yong chimed in, "Can Grandpa still manage things once he wakes up? Old Zhong's family business is so large, someone has to lead it. If people's hearts are in turmoil, it will be hard to clean up the mess."

Yin Zhaotang glanced at him, threw away his cigarette butt, and stood up, saying, "The Dragon Head is in trouble, so the Second Marshal is in charge. Is there a problem? What's all this chaos? Anyone who's not happy, step forward!"

Everyone present fell silent. Left Hand, Egg Tart, Ah Lok, Ah King, and the others wore expressions of utter satisfaction. Even the elders, Gen Sheng, Tall Sen, Paradise, and Golden Tooth Xiong, among other uncles, breathed a sigh of relief. Even Old Mo and Street Market Yong wore expressions of joy; it was definitely a good result.

No one is afraid of Shen Xian Tang taking over; they're only afraid of her getting away. If something happens to Grandpa, and Shen Xian Tang tears up the Undersea roster, announcing the disbandment of the gang and everyone going home, then they'll be dumbfounded.

Because Shen Xiantang could easily lead his trusted confidants and live a legitimate life, without supporting gangsters. He could rely on core figures like Jiang Hao and Wang Zhijun for military deterrence, and steadily pursue a career in politics and business, becoming a prominent and well-known boss.

The uncles can only live off their savings, the thugs will scatter, and the triad members will band together to survive, fighting their own battles, returning to the days of Old Chung's twilight gang. No one benefits except for Yin Zhaotang.

You see, even if Old Mo and Street Market Yong harbor resentment towards Shen Xian Tang, it's because Shen Xian Tang doesn't care about the gang. But once he sits on the leader's throne, surely he won't stand idly by and disregard the interests of tens of thousands of brothers?
As everyone eagerly awaited his arrival, Gao Laosen gritted his teeth, took a step forward, clasped his hands in a fist salute, and said, "I'll go fetch the dragon head staff. Yuanbao, come with me to Heaven."

Sha Tou Zai suddenly realized and quickly reminded him, "Uncle Sen, there's also the Undersea Gang!"

Gao Laosen turned around and cursed, "You idiot! Undersea, the account book is under the Second Marshal's control. Are you waiting for the police to raid your house?"

"A dragon-headed staff is enough."

(End of this chapter)