Hong Kong film: Starts with a ghost on his back, his henchmen are all underworld minions.

After all, not supporting idlers is his consistent style of doing things.

Just as his nightclubs were being renovated, Su Zhe met with Uncle Ben, the second-in-command of the Dongxing Society, at a luxurious restaurant.

At this moment, Uncle Ben, dressed in a suit and holding a cigar, exudes the aura of a big boss.

After puffing on his cigarette for a while, he leaned back in his chair and asked slowly:

"Ah Zhe."

"It's not a holiday today, so why don't you treat me to a proper meal?"

"Do you perhaps have something to ask of me?"

Su Zhe knew that as a cunning old fox, the other party was probably more shrewd than a hair on a head.

So he didn't hide anything, took a check from his pocket, and replied:

"Uncle Ben, here are five million."

Please accept this as a gift.

Ok?

Seeing this, Uncle Ben frowned slightly and asked in confusion:

"What do you mean?"

Su Zhe had already prepared his words, and feigning grief, he said:

"When you're out in the game, loyalty comes first."

“Now that Viagra is dead, as the Toastmaster, I have an obligation to avenge him.”

"Unfortunately, my abilities are truly limited!"

"But if I were to take a seat among the Five Tigers, I'm sure I could achieve twice the results with half the effort!"

"So, I hope you can help me, Uncle Ben."

Uncle Ben was clearly surprised by these words.

After more than ten seconds, he shifted his gaze, glanced at the amount on the check with interest, and said meaningfully:

"Ah Zhe."

"Your abilities are obvious to everyone."

"Becoming the head of the hall is absolutely no problem."

"You're qualified!"

"But the Five Tigers are different!"

"Quite a few people are eyeing this spot!"

"Are you absolutely certain you can handle it?"

Su Zhe remained calm and answered sincerely:

"Don't worry, Uncle Ben."

"Since I dared to say this today, I have the ability to protect myself!"

Uncle Ben's eyes lit up slightly, and he calmly pocketed the check:

"Good, young man, you have ambition."

"The leader will be holding a meeting in a few days."

"I'll recommend you then."

As the most senior member of Tung Sing, Uncle Ben is actually not short of money.

He values ​​personal relationships most.

Su Zhe nodded:

"Thank you very much."

But the very next second, Uncle Ben suddenly spoke again:

"But I also want to remind you of something."

“The trees are beautiful in the forest, but the wind will destroy them.”

"In this world, the bigger your fame, the faster you die!"

“In recent years, Yau Tsim Mong has produced quite a few big brothers.”

"How many people can remain arrogant from beginning to end?"

Su Zhe remained noncommittal.

"Thank you for your guidance, Uncle Ben. I understand."

After lunch and a brief exchange of pleasantries, the two prepared to leave.

But when he stepped out of the restaurant and saw Su Zhe's car, Uncle Ben was immediately dumbfounded:

A Mercedes-Benz 450SEL?

Is selling counterfeit goods really that profitable now?

Moreover, this car has been in short supply since it was launched, so how did he manage to get his hands on it?

How bizarre! Absolutely bizarre!

Seeing this, he became even more curious about Su Zhe!

Just two days later, Crow, who had just finished his business trip to Henan, finally returned to Yuen Long in Hong Kong.

He was humming a little tune and seemed to be in a very good mood.

It turns out that the crows have received a new batch of upgraded orange powder.

It's highly effective and addictive; it's guaranteed to be a bestseller!

In addition, he also took over all of his good brother Wu Zhiwei's territory, which is like a double blessing!

But when he entered the hall, he found that the atmosphere was a little strange.

The henchmen stammered, as if they were extremely guilty.

Seeing this, the crow became furious.

He muttered curses:

"What are you doing?"

"They all have such sour faces, did someone in their family die?!"

"Where's the fat corpse?"

"Make him come out and speak!"

Seeing that the truth could no longer be concealed, the henchmen had no choice but to briefly recount the recent events:

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"Because we started the trouble first, we didn't dare to make a fuss about it."

"Fat Corpse Bro was cremated yesterday, but we haven't had time to buy a burial plot yet."

"Brother Crow, do you think we should allocate some money to buy a set at the cemetery?"

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Upon hearing this, the crow was completely bewildered and remained speechless for a long time.

Although the fat corpse was thin, it was no slouch when it came to fighting.

They are especially adept at surprise attacks.

Sharp-tongued and ruthless!

Even seasoned veterans can easily make a mistake.

In addition, to ensure the success of this takeover operation, I specially assigned him more than a dozen top-notch henchmen.

Under these circumstances, they were completely wiped out by someone selling counterfeit goods.

They're utterly useless!

The crow was instantly enraged:

"I'll get my ass!"

Thump thump thump, thump thump thump, thump thump thump

Before he could react, he heard hurried footsteps outside the door.

Immediately afterwards, a minor leader walked in looking flustered:

"Crow... Brother Crow, you... you're back!"

The latter frowned and said impatiently:

"Damn it, spit it out!"