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

Chapter 611 Establishing the Mountain and Building the Altar

Chef Uncle Weng, wearing an apron, directed the chopping of vegetables on the cutting board, while the chef at the stove thickened the sauce, jokingly saying, "Old man, Sister Mei's son has taken a big position, you're benefiting from it."

Uncle Weng's simple face broke into a smile. He patted his master on the shoulder and said, "We're all neighbors. It's an honor for everyone that Ah Tang has made something of himself."

"Yes, he became the head of the Zhongyi Hall in his early twenties. That's impressive." The chef put the lid on the abalone and said with a sigh.

For so many years, the martial arts world has not produced a figure like him.
Tables were set up, plastic sheets were spread out, and workers placed sunflower seeds and cakes on them. Several police vans arrived at the intersection, and the early shift uniformed police officers arrived at the scene to guard the intersection and maintain order.

As the sun rose, thousands of thugs gathered at the foot of the mountain, and hundreds of police officers arrived to provide support. The Dragon Tiger Lion Dance Troupe waited at the foot of the mountain, while the drummers and band lined up on both sides of the palace gate.

Triangular banners of loyalty and righteousness were planted throughout the palace, fluttering in the wind.

As the blue Rolls-Royce Silver Spirit pulled up at the intersection, crowds thronged both sides of the road, all turning their gazes toward the foot of the mountain. Li Zhibin, dressed in a suit and smoking a cigarette, sat on the hood of the police car, wiping the sleeve of his shirt, staring at his watch, and sighing, "Eight years to hone this skill, so sharp."

An outcast who has been in the business for eight years leads his Sunset Gang to expand its territory and achieve great success. Finally, after the departure of his predecessors, and amidst the anticipation of many and the support of his followers, he ascends to his rightful place.

The clouds that had blocked out the sun were all blown away by the wind he whipped up.

In the sky, the sun blazes like fire; on the ground, people are like the blazing sun!
Unlike the usual scene of recruiting people and establishing positions, the Hong brothers, adorned with red scarves and holding precious swords, were not present on either side of the Great Sage Palace gate.

One after another, the leaders of the gangs jumped off the bus behind the Rolls-Royce. Zuo Shou, Jiang Hao, Dan Ta, Da Pao, and others were among them.

What is particularly eye-catching is the plaque that Jiang Hao and his companion are holding in their left hands, which reads: "Loyal and Righteous."

Yin Zhaotang, dressed in a red mountain lord's robe, with a red headband and a red staff around his neck, led the group up the mountain. Elder Gao Laosen, the head of the ritual altar, led over twenty elders out of the palace gate, standing on either side, hands clasped, and shouted: "Mountain Lord ascends the altar, welcome the plaque with open arms!"

At the same time, drums and music resounded, and dragons and tigers leaped together.

Everyone looked to the left, where Jiang Hao and his two protectors were carrying the Xuanwu Mountain Loyalty and Righteousness Plaque, following the new mountain lord into the mountain. The elders and the lower-ranking officials, upon seeing the figure that matched the plaque, dared not look directly at him and bowed to greet him.

[With heaven, earth, and people, there is harmony; with loyalty, righteousness, and brotherhood, there is the world of martial arts.]
This was the first time Tan Huanxi had witnessed such a grand display of power by the mountain lord ascending the altar. Confused by the occasion, he walked over to Ah Tou and asked, "Li sir, what's the big deal about carrying a plaque? It's a joyous occasion, yet you're making it look like you're carrying a coffin from the underworld."

Li Zhibin kicked at Qin Huanxi and warned, "Keep your voice down. If someone hears you, you'll be chopped into eighteen pieces. Receiving the plaque in the wind is one of the highest rules in the construction of the altar by the Hongmen Mountain Master."

"How high this mountain is, you can tell by how old the plaque is; how big this mountain is, you can tell by the person carrying the plaque. The people on the altar are asking for the plaque and worshipping the plaque."

"Look at the words on that plaque. From now on, brothers in the mountains, respect Shenxiantang as you respect loyalty and righteousness, and betray Shenxiantang as you betray loyalty and righteousness. Anyone who dares to lay a dirty hand on Shenxiantang is just as bad as smashing the plaque of the Hall of Loyalty and Righteousness. It will be a fight to the death, and they will be punished by heaven and earth!"

Qin Huanxi couldn't help but shudder. With over 40,000 people in the Zhongyi Hall, who would dare to smash the plaque of the Zhongyi Hall?
"Back then, even the crippled tycoon Jingyi wasn't as impressive as he is today." Li Zhibin sighed leisurely, biting his cigarette butt. He'd lived more than half his life, yet he'd gained even more experience.

Inside the incense hall, everyone followed behind Yin Zhaotang, step by step, offering incense to the Three Heroes and Five Ancestors, Guan Yu, the Great Sage, and the successive masters.

More than a hundred people stood packed together, with wisps of smoke curling around the walls and eaves.

Yin Zhaotang placed the incense sticks into the burner: "I respectfully inform Heaven and Earth, and the patriarchs of the Hongmen, that I, Yin Zhaotang, a disciple of Xuanwu Mountain, now uphold my lofty ambitions, establish a temple, protect the Han dynasty's land, and wield the Dragon Head Treasure Cudgel."

"Expel the Tartars and restore China."

"Witnessed by both gods and men."

The crowd shouted in unison: "Protect our mountain lord! Drive out the barbarians! Restore our China, restore the Han dynasty!"

The roar echoed throughout the temple, and everyone's face lit up with excitement.

This establishment of the altar and the ascension of the leader is the most prestigious and grand event in the history of the Zhongyi Hall. Whether they are the young and vigorous members in their prime or the retired elders, everyone feels honored and basks in the glory.

Yin Zhaotang ascended the throne of the head of Xiangtan Mountain, picked up the dragon-headed cane, and received a deep bow from the crowd. Afterwards, the bigwigs of the Dong'an Society, the Number Gang, the Xinji, Shenghe, Hetu, and other triads arrived one after another, surrounding Lao Zhong's new dragon head to offer their congratulations. The heads of the five major New Territories clans, as well as more than twenty councilors from the Heung Yee Kuk and the Urban Council, were all present.

Unlike the usual mountain lord inauguration, a group of bigwigs from the Chaoshan Chamber of Commerce and the Cantonese Chamber of Commerce personally went up the mountain. The new police chief, Ren Darong, Liang Manping, representative of the Dashe Society, and Wu Qi, representative of the Zhigong Society, were among those present.

The banquet began at noon, and on Baolin Road, tens of thousands of people celebrated, raising their glasses in toasts.

By evening, Yin Zhaotang, the star of the day, was exhausted and was driven back to Tsim Sha Tsui by his brothers. However, the banquet on Po Lam Road was to continue for three days, with the food expenses alone exceeding one million.

The next day, early morning.

Yin Zhaotang woke up with a hangover, still feeling a bit of a headache. After a deep conversation with Zhou Huimin and Dr. Liang last night, he went straight to sleep, and his stomach felt a little empty.

He glanced at the messy room, got up to take a shower, changed his clothes, and went to the dining room. Rong Jiahui, wearing her school uniform, was in the kitchen, bringing over some millet porridge: "Boss, drink some more porridge to warm your stomach."

With a smile, Yin Zhaotang picked up his chopsticks and promised, "Ah Hao will stay in Hong Kong Island for a few more days. Tonight, I'll have him take you to Causeway Bay."

Jia Hui's face lit up with joy, and she said expectantly, "I want Brother Hao to take me to the amusement park."

“No problem, he's always boxing anyway,” Yin Zhaotang readily agreed.

Rong Jiahui cheered and picked up her schoolbag: "Then I'm going to study now."

"Work harder," Yin Zhaotang said.

After Jia Hui left home, Xu Gang, who was guarding the door, seemed to receive a signal and came to the door: "Yin Sheng, Lao Mo, Guang Ge, Yong Ge are looking for you."

Yin Zhaotang lowered his head and drank his porridge, his expression playful: "Please invite them in."

The three men were waiting at the door early in the morning; they must have had a bad night's sleep. If they were sensible, he might be willing to give them a good outcome.

After entering the living room, Lao Mo saw Yin Zhaotang sitting in his seat, eating with his head down. He mustered up his courage and said, "Mountain Lord."

“Mountain Lord.” Guangzai and Jieshiyong stood on either side, their faces filled with trepidation.

Yin Zhaotang said, "If there's anything you need, just say it directly. It's so early in the morning, let's save ourselves from beating around the bush."

Old Mo gritted his teeth and said, "Master, three of us want to hand over our branch and leave the gang."

"Oh?" Yin Zhaotang was drinking his porridge, not yet reacting. He was about to laugh when he suddenly felt alarmed, his expression turned serious, and he questioned, "Are you handing over power, or do you want to return to power?"

(End of this chapter)