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

"Snapped!"

Brother Ji slammed his hand on the table.

"Dafei, how dare you talk to me like that? Don't you have any respect for me? I'm your senior, after all!"

"Respect? Respect your mother! This is a selection of the leader, everyone should compete fairly, why look at seniority, right, Brother Donghuang?"

Wang Taiyi had already sat down at some point, his hands clasped together and his chin resting on them—this pose looked somewhat familiar.

“Dafei is right. I am a person who… The election is very fair, and everyone can speak freely.”

"Dafei, do you also want to choose the leader?"

Han Bin looked at Da Fei curiously. He wasn't going to choose it anyway. The leader? Damn it! Making money was more important.

"If everyone can choose, why can't I? I think I'm at least a little better than Brother Ji!"

"you!"

Brother Ji's finger trembled as he pointed at Da Fei.

"Alright, Dafei, stop messing around. This is a serious matter, don't interfere."

"what?"

Dafei braced his hands on the table.

"Who's causing trouble? Brother Donghuang, look at me, I think I still have the potential."

Wang Taiyi glanced at Dafei and then immediately looked away.

"What kind of stuff? Hot pot broth? Putting everything else aside, just look at what you're wearing right now? Are you a gang leader or a gigolo?"

Dafei is now into fashion, and lately he's been going for a sexy look. He wears low-waisted pants with two suspicious red strings wrapped around his waist. Old Wang almost vomited when he saw it just now; it was too much of an eyesore.

Han Bin, the amused man, curiously reached out and tugged at it.

"What is this? A protective rope? Where are the copper coins?"

Dafei slapped Han Bin's hand away.

"Don't pull my pants, you're hurting my balls."

"Fuck me!"

Han Bin got up and went straight to the bathroom to wash his hands.

"Is no one running?"

Seeing that no one raised their hand to speak, Wang Taiyi felt a little strange. Why was no one interested in the dragon head?

"It seems only Brother Ji has the guts."

Upon hearing this, Brother Ji puffed out his chest, as if the position of leader was already his for the taking.

"Cough! Cough!"

Chen Yao spoke up, despite having a large bump on his head.

"Well, actually Mr. Chiang has a younger brother in Thailand, his own brother, named Chiang Tien-yang. After all, Hung Hing was founded by the Chiang family, so it's better to hand it over to their own people. This can be considered a kind of inheritance."

"Inheritance my ass!" Wang Taiyi glared at Chen Yao. He didn't care who the leader was; what angered him was that Chen Yao always pulled stunts behind the scenes, only to jump out and tell everyone, "Yes, I've taken care of everything. I hope you all understand," after the fact.

They act like you're the only one who can get things done. If you're in a club, why are you so incompetent? Go find a class to join.

This person has greatly reduced Wang Taiyi's enjoyment of causing trouble.

No, we have to make arrangements for Yao-ge.

……

Chapter 106 The Dragon Head Already Has a Owner

“Brother Yao, you’re suggesting that Mr. Jiang be the leader, but you haven’t even considered his wishes! So many years have passed, who knows what he’s thinking now? Look at him, he’s almost forgotten his mother tongue, all he knows is ‘Sawadee’ all day long. Maybe he’s so comfortable being a local tyrant that he’s forgotten all about Hong Kong.”

Dafei was unhappy when he heard that Chen Yao wanted to bring Jiang Tianyang back to be the leader. What? It's a hereditary system now.

Upon hearing this, Chen Yao retorted earnestly, "No way. I've always kept in touch with Mr. Jiang. He has a deep affection for Hong Kong. How could he not want to come back?"

"Damn it!" Dafei clearly disregarded Chen Yao's words.

"Oh~~~"

Wang Taiyi let out a strange cry.

"I see, so we've been in touch all along. No wonder..."

This "no wonder" is very insightful. What do you mean by frequently contacting a white paper fan and an exile who lost the power struggle?

Sure enough, many people in the room looked at Chen Yao differently. If it were a fair election, everyone would have a chance of winning, maybe even if God was blind. But you're pulling strings and not even giving us a chance to dream, that's going too far.

"Damn it, Chen Yao, that old bastard, with his pointed face and monkey cheeks, doesn't look like a good guy at all."

“That’s right. He actually had contact with that person in Thailand. Maybe Mr. Jiang’s death is related to them.”

"Look at Chen Yao, he looks so pale and old. I've never seen him play around with women in all these years. He's a total pervert. Maybe he's that guy from Thailand's girlfriend."

"Hmm, maybe he wants that person to be the leader so he can be the man behind the scenes. What's that saying again? 'Holding the emperor between his legs to command the princes'?"

"Why don't we kill him? I have a cleaver and I'm very skilled."

"No, that's too conspicuous. Let him die in a car accident."

"..."

The more they talked, the more outrageous it became, until finally they started discussing how to get rid of Chen Yao.

Chen Yao was terrified. "You guys better keep your voices down so I don't hear you! These bastards are afraid to mess with Donghuangzi, so they're taking it out on me, huh?"

What did I do wrong? All I wanted was to be a trusted confidant and make more money. Is it really necessary for you to kill me? Besides, I'm not gay.

"Please don't misunderstand, I didn't mean anything by it. This is all the idea of ​​the older generation. After all, some of Hongxing's businesses are under the Jiang family's name. It will be less troublesome if our own people take over. As you all know, older people tend to recognize people rather than things."

Damn, does he even believe that himself?

"Bang! Bang!"

A knock sounded at the door, and a henchman walked in, looking around but unsure who to talk to.

"whats the matter?"

It was Thirteen Sister who came to his rescue.

The younger brother quickly said, "Sister, esteemed leaders, it's people from Dongxing who's here. They say they're delivering some kind of invitation."

"Call them here!"

A member of the East Star gang walked in shakily.

"Greetings to all the hall masters and elder brothers."

"This young man is quite polite. What's the matter?"

"Yes...yes, our Uncle Ben said that our former leader's funeral is in a few days. Although we have had conflicts, we hope to turn hostility into friendship. He's dead, so let's have a feast together and let bygones be bygones."

"What counts?"

Dafei put his hands on his hips, revealing two red ropes.

"You wish! Not a single person from your Tung Sing company attended our leader's funeral, and you still have the nerve to ask us to attend yours? What? Trying to scam us for nothing?"

No, that's not it.

"Things have been pretty chaotic at East Star lately. We've lost our leader, and one of our hall masters has died..."

As he spoke, the younger brother glanced at Wang Taiyi.

“But we did send people over, however…”

"But what? Spit it out!" Dafei shouted.

"However, when our people went to the funeral, they were told that the condolence money was too little, and since they weren't even sponsors, they were kicked out, even though the condolence money was accepted..."

"Impossible! Respect for the dead is paramount. We at Hongxing would never do something so despicable! Kid! Are you lying? Do you want to die?"

"I...I didn't."

Dafei was so angry he wanted to beat up the underling. Wasn't this an insult? Who the hell could do something so despicable?

"cough!"

Wang Taiyi coughed lightly.

"Well, it's all a misunderstanding. Go back and tell your Uncle Ben that Hongxing will definitely attend your leader's funeral. We're not as petty as you. We'll go to the banquet whenever we have time. Tell your manager that I have a strong palate."

Dafei sat down. Oh right, how could he have forgotten about Donghuang Ge? He's capable of anything.

"you can go now."

Seeing that Dongxing's underlings hadn't left yet, Wang Taiyi felt a little strange.

"Anything else?"

The younger brother stammered.