Hong Kong Storm: The King of Jobs

Chapter 245 22: Changhong Emperor

She's just my friend!
Ninth Girl smiled slightly at this old-fashioned excuse, showing an expression of understanding. She made a stop gesture, asking Situ Tiangang not to continue.

Situ Tiangang, with a gloomy face, shook his head helplessly. It seemed that he could not wash away the accusation of liking to make friends with silk-foot girls.

Deng Qi walked to the one-to-one replica of the dragon throne, looked it up and down, smacked his lips twice, and said with emotion: "When the teacher was alive, every time he came to Taibai Seafood Restaurant to eat, he wanted to smash it to pieces."

"But he failed! This dragon throne is still stored in people's hearts."

The Chinese are very similar to the Curry Boys. When two strangers meet, the first thing they have to consider is who should kneel down first.

Deng Qi’s previous efforts were to get everyone to stand up, but it seemed like all of them were in vain.

He who should kneel down will never be able to stand up again.

Seeing her father staring at the dragon throne in front of them, the Ninth Girl walked forward and looked at the gilded five-clawed golden dragon throne curiously. She had been to Taibai Seafood Restaurant many times and had sat on it when she was young and vain, letting her best friends bow down to her.

I was also thinking, if I were born in the Qing Dynasty, would I be able to become a queen, second only to the emperor.

"Tian Gang, does it mean that all the money obtained from this Changhong Club belongs to the organizer?"

Deng Qi suddenly thought of a bad idea. He gave a wicked grin and turned to look at Situ Tiangang who was following behind and yawning out of boredom.

When Deng Qi asked him about it, Situ Tiangang answered simply, "Of course. Before the prince flew to Milan to look at the car, he told me that no matter whether it was the Changhong Society or the Duoding Caipao, it would all be up to you, Uncle Qi."

"According to the rules, I will only take one banknote from the Changhong Society and bring it back to the Honolulu headquarters as incense money. The remaining banknotes will only be enough to cover the expenses of the Dingcai Pao Society. I am just a witness, that is, a notary public."

"As long as everyone follows the rules, I won't speak."

"Everything is up to Uncle Seventh!"

After listening to Situ Tiangang's long-winded talk, Deng Qi nodded impatiently, turned his head, and said to Ninth Girl: "Since we set the rules, let's come up with something new this year."

"Don't we have the Extreme Emperor in Japan? We in Hong Kong will also have a Long-lasting Emperor. Whoever gets the Long-lasting Emperor will be the Long-lasting Emperor this year."

"These old guys all have great ambitions to unify Hong Kong and become the bosses among the bosses, and the decision-makers among the decision-makers. I, Deng Qi, will give them this opportunity."

"However, these old men probably won't take the bait just because of a title. Whoever takes the long-term prize will be able to sit on the throne. I, Deng Qi, will be the first to pay my respects to him."

"But for me, Deng Qi, to perform the ceremony, I have to spend a lot of money. This time, the Changhong Club will only accept cash, 50,000 yuan per order. The duration of this Changhong Club will also be shortened, only half an hour."

“The highest bidder gets it!”

Since he is the boss now, Deng Qi will certainly not let go of this opportunity. He plans to make a big move and elect a long-lasting emperor.

The ninth girl, who was standing nearby, was also shocked when she heard her father's thoughts.

The Red Emperor! ?
This is really a bold idea!

She wanted to speak up and persuade her father not to act on impulse, but then she changed her mind and realized that the Hong Kong underworld was now stagnant, and people from other provinces were eyeing Hong Kong covetously and wanted to send people to Hong Kong to set up a gang and run a noodle stall business.

The Water House has a Haojiang branch, and the Number Gang also has one. Just like the Water House, the Number Gang’s members in Haojiang are also somewhat unwilling to follow orders and are preparing to establish their own base. Now that his father is here, the title of the second marshal is intimidating the Haojiang branch.

But his father, Deng Qi, is nearly sixty years old and will not be active in the world for many more years. When he retires and the prince is no longer in charge, all the big piles of characters will become a pile of loose sand.

When the Number Gang is in imminent danger, the next Second Marshal will be selected to resolve the dispute and settle the quarrel.

But if, the second marshal of the Number Gang is like the leader of Xinji and the leader of the Number Gang, he will always be a member of the Deng family, then the Number Gang will have a future and the Deng family will have a future.

She is a member of the Deng family. Even if she gets married, she will marry a live-in son-in-law instead of marrying someone else. It is time to consider the Deng family.

When the Ninth Miss thought of this, she hesitated for a moment, then nodded slowly to show her agreement, and placed her hand on the dragon throne.

Seeing that his precious girl unexpectedly did not object, Deng Qi looked at the Ninth Girl in surprise. Seeing that she put her hand on the dragon throne, he immediately guessed what the precious girl was thinking about.

He has been through life and death for so many years that he has long since become indifferent to everything, but he has a donkey-like temper. If he is coaxed, everything will be OK, but if someone laughs at him, he will definitely fight with the other person to the end.

Deng Sansheng, this dead loser, always boasts in front of him that he has three good-for-nothing sons, and that each of them can get a Ding right and inherit three acres of land from the ancestral hall.

This bastard has three sons, so I have to give birth to four more to suppress this bastard!

As for the land and tenancy rights, these are no big deal for Deng Qi. He has ten stalls in Central and five connected tenement buildings in Tsim Sha Tsui, which he will soon demolish to build a ten-storey commercial and residential building.

As for his deposits, he had at least 8 million in cash deposited in HSBC. He could not take these cash with him when he was born, nor when he died. They were all his precious daughters.

"Ajiu, it's easier to do things secretly than to do things openly. You should learn from the prince, make more money, spend more money, and make yourself happier. There's no need to continue wallowing in this quagmire."

"If I had taken you to Keelung, you would be an official lady now. Unlike those poor people, your father has money in his pocket to buy an official position. It would be easy for you to ask the second young master of the He family for help and get a post as a school officer."

The path has been chosen. For the sake of teacher-student friendship, Deng Qi has come to this day. Now that things have come to this point, he has no regrets, but he just feels sorry for his precious girl who has followed him around in this quagmire.

"Dad, Jianghu is a quagmire, and the white way is an even bigger quagmire. It doesn't matter if we go from one quagmire to another!"

"But the rules have to be changed temporarily. We don't know who the bosses are, and we don't have enough money. Should we let them know in advance and say hello?"

Three parts are determined by fate, seven parts depend on hard work, and everything depends on human efforts.

Whether it succeeds or not is up to God, but whether you do it or not is your own business.

The Ninth Girl had made up her mind. She changed the subject and asked her father whether she should inform all the big bosses in advance so that they wouldn't have to write checks on the spot.

"Of course I have to tell these old asses to bring enough cash to send me money."

Seeing the servant holding the long red incense appear, Deng Qi beckoned and called the servant to his side. He picked up the long red incense from the big blue dragon pearl plate and solemnly hung it on the dragon throne.

Take a picture of Changhong and become an emperor, what a good omen!

(End of this chapter)