Hong Kong variety show: Why do you say I'm crazy?

"Brother Donghuang has a good tongue in Hong Kong."

Next to Dafei, an old man who looked like Ma Sanli was also clapping with a smile on his face. It was clear that this old man loved to join in the fun.

"it is good."

Wang Taiyi made a gesture for silence.

"Next, we'll announce the singer of the funeral theme song!"

The singer Luo Wen, who was booked, didn't show up. She pretended to be dead, saying she had caught a cold and couldn't sing for a while. There was no way to hold open auditions for young singers who were short of money and wanted to become famous, which was also a regret for Lao Wang.

Wang Taiyi took an envelope out of his suit pocket.

"The one who won the right to sing this theme song is... Ruan Mei. Let's give her a round of applause!"

"Damn, it's this guy!" Old Wang was stunned for a moment. It seemed there really was no shady dealings, otherwise he wouldn't have been unaware that this girl had actually come here.

Ruan Mei and Huo Wenxi in the corner excitedly high-fived.

Ruan Mei ran onto the stage, holding the microphone and smiling sweetly. This was her first step into the entertainment industry.

"Thank you all for your recognition. I fully appreciate your affirmation."

"Of course, I am also very grateful to my elder brother, Mr. Wang Taiyi, and my agent, Ms. Huo Wenxi."

She turned a makeshift troupe into something resembling a major awards ceremony, and she was incredibly skilled.

"Next, please enjoy my performance of the funeral theme song, 'Borrowing Another Twenty-Five Years from Heaven,' with lyrics and music by Mr. Wang Taiyi."

"Following the gentle curves of Hong Kong Island's ups and downs..."

Let love roam freely in Central, North Point, and Sai Kung.

Ruan Mei sang with deep emotion with her eyes closed, and soon the song reached its climax, at which point she suddenly opened her eyes.

"Be a person of integrity and courage, what is there to fear about being attacked?"

"Our passion remains unchanged year after year~~"

Here comes the chorus!

"Look how awesome this is! Traversing thousands of miles of rivers and mountains!"

I stood at the police station entrance, gripping... the handcuffs spinning...

May the world be peaceful and happy.

I really want to live another twenty-five years~~

"Clap! Clap! Clap!"

The applause was thunderous. It was truly a magnificent song, though living another twenty-five years would be a bit too short.

Before Ruan Mei stepped down from the stage, she was glared at fiercely by Lao Wang. Only then did the young girl realize what was happening and was quite frightened. She remembered Huo Wenxi saying that no one who dared to steal the limelight from the eldest brother had a good ending. She thought she should be fine, right?

"Hmph! Just wait for me!"

Wang Taiyi said softly, then continued speaking.

"Next..."

"Ata!"

Chen Yao interrupted Lao Wang's speech.

"Brother Yao is here. Have you finished organizing the ledgers? Come on, sit down. You missed a lot. Next up is the auction for the coffin bearers' positions. Luckily, you didn't miss it."

What a load of rubbish! You've made Hung Hing a laughingstock, okay? Chen Yao's insidious shamelessness is clearly no match for Lao Wang's shamelessness.

Chen Yao pulled Wang Taiyi aside.

"Grandma, stop making a scene. Don't you know that Hung Hing has become a laughing stock?"

"Brother Yao, you don't understand. I'm doing this to raise the profile of Hung Hing. If my good brother knew, he would agree with me doing this."

"What level of fame?"

Chen Yao pointed to the refrigerator coffin on the table, which was covered with a row of pig head stickers that read, "Liu Laoshi Pork! Conscience Meat!"

"That's all? Or those?"

Someone pointed to the corner of the wall where the 108 heroes of Liangshan were piled up, looking like the Calabash Brothers.

"Hmm... the workmanship is a bit rough, will you pay attention next time?"

"There will be a next time? Stop making trouble, okay? Mr. Jiang is already stinking, just let him go. Anyway, I'm going to take Mr. Jiang's body away for cremation today to end this farce!"

They're quite loyal, aren't they?

Wang Taiyi put his arm around Chen Yao's shoulder.

"Brother Yao, do you think I've forgotten how you betrayed my previous good brother, Brother Kun? I advise you not to be ungrateful."

Wang Taiyi's sudden threat startled Chen Yao.

"This...this..."

"Stop with all that nonsense, go find a seat!"

.......

Chapter 105 Election

Chiang Tin-sang's funeral did cause a minor stir in Hong Kong, but it was mostly in the entertainment section. Chiang Tin-sang had never been this famous while he was alive.

However, there were some minor unexpected events during the funeral, such as a small problem during the land, sea, and air transport.

For example, when Jiang Tiansheng's coffin was being transported around the island by sea, it didn't float on the surface of the sea. The boatman was also an idiot, and he just left the coffin soaking in the sea for more than an hour. When it was pulled out, there were still small fish gnawing at the dead skin on the body. It was all dead skin.

For example, when the helicopter was used, the spiral ascent effect that Wang Taiyi requested did not occur. The coffin flew vertically for a circle, and when it came down, Jiang Tiansheng's head was almost stuck into his body.

Poor Mr. Chiang, if he had known this would happen, he certainly wouldn't have let Old Wang into Hung Hing, and might even have hunted him down.

Hongxing Headquarters.

"A very successful funeral"

Wang Taiyi spat out a string of saliva.

"This time, our Hung Hing has become even more famous. According to incomplete statistics, in just the past few days, a large number of 'little mules' have wanted to join our Hung Hing. This is a successful marketing campaign!"

"Suck~"

Wang Taiyi took a sip of tea and glanced at the faces of several hall masters, especially Chen Yao. Chen Yao had been forcibly assigned to carry a coffin by Wang Taiyi because no one else was willing to take the job. He was forced into it by Wang Taiyi, only to find that he was being carried by five black men who were supposed to dance. Chen Yao had no idea how to do that, and because he couldn't keep up with the rhythm, the coffin hit him on the head, giving him a big bump.

"Of course, this is not my achievement alone; the success belongs to everyone!"

Everyone was speechless. "Don't drag us into this. It's all yours, everything is yours."

Only Da Fei was in high spirits. The purchase volume of his "Da Fei Ma Jing" increased several times. He was reaping the benefits. He said he wanted to sponsor all the funeral advertisements for Hung Hing.

"What? Why is everyone unhappy?"

Old Wang was unhappy. "What do you mean by 'I've been rambling on and on and not a single one of you has caught up with my jokes'? Do you know that you're easy targets for backstabbing?"

"Alright, since everyone seems a bit down, let's talk about something else. Let's not dwell on trivial matters like dividing the money."

None of the hall masters present objected, after all, Fat Lai had complained and cursed Wang Taiyi a few times at the funeral, and then he was stabbed by an unknown person when he went to the toilet. According to Fat Lai at the time, the feeling was a bit like a screwdriver.

Wang Taiyi expressed his anger at the time and vowed to pursue the matter to the end.

But who doesn't know that he has a lunatic under him named Airplane, who is like a mechanic and loves to stab people with a screwdriver?

Those with money don't care about advertising costs, while those without money dare not care.

Old Wang in Hung Hing is a bit like Cao Cao: I don't want to be emperor, but you have to respect me like an emperor.

Of course, Lao Wang himself wouldn't think that way. He just wanted to cause some trouble, and he really didn't want to be the leader of any gang; that would be too low-class.

Wang Taiyi took a sip of water to moisten his throat.

"It is said that a country cannot be without a ruler for a day, and a triad cannot be without a leader for a day. Now that we Hung Hing are leaderless, it is time to elect a new leader!"

The hall masters remained silent, after all, this guy even insulted himself.

"I think Brother Ji is pretty good, what do you guys think?"

Brother Ji was still daydreaming when he heard Wang Taiyi recommend him for the position of leader and he immediately snapped out of it.

After Jiang Tiansheng died, this guy actually colluded with Tung Sing in private, wanting to become the leader, but it feels a bit unreal that he was recommended by someone like this.

Ah Tai is such a good brother; he always thinks of himself when there are good things happening.

"Cough! Cough!"

Brother Ji stood up.

"Everyone is saddened by Mr. Chiang's passing, but as Ah Tai said, the community cannot be without a leader for a day. I am willing to shoulder this heavy responsibility, and I have no regrets!"

"You can pull off a few more."

Dafei pointed at Brother Ji.

"Brother Ji, I'm not trying to be mean, but you're really good at picking up girls. Can you manage a gang? You always pay the least amount. How can you be the leader? Most of the people here are better than you."