Film and Television: Starting from Leading Three Thousand Disciples Ashore

Chapter 72: Hung Hing must apologize to Shek Pai Wan! Cui Xiaohong! Uncle?

Having rested, Zhang Xue led a group of literate boatmen into the church chapel!

Three tables were set up in a row!

A group of merchants, their faces long and mournful, stepped forward to sign an agreement to maintain the safety, stability, and unity of Shek Pai Wan.

According to the spirit of the agreement, each company must hand over 20% of its profits to the Security Committee every month.

At the same time, the committee guarantees that all expenses will be recorded accurately.

Anyone who needs to access information can come to the committee and provide their real name for review!

Chairman Lu's approach to things boils down to two words: fairness, fairness, and the absolute best of all!

After each agreement is signed, the merchant receives a glass fishing boat trophy from the association, with the words "Five-Good Merchant" written on the base!

The number of merchants in the prayer room gradually decreased.

When Sakura Kamino led Kikuko inside, there weren't many people left.

Zhang Xue then led her subordinates to organize the documents and reported to Lu Wendong.

"Chairman, current statistics show that this can increase the Security Committee's revenue by 300 million per month."

If calculated this way, Lu Wendong could earn about ten million a month.

Of course, these are figures on paper.

Because it's impossible for all of this money to end up in Lu Wendong's pocket; the vast majority will be spent on the coast patrol team and on winning people's hearts.

"President!"

Sakura Kanno bowed with Kikuko.

Zhang Xue gave Jinye Sakura a warning look, thinking of that shameless big cow.

She clearly said she would dedicate everything to God, but what she gave to God was her spirit, while she gave her virginity to the chairman.

Now you've brought another woman along, what are you planning to do?

Sakura Kamino introduced, "This is Kikuko. She just came to Hong Kong Island from Japan for a trip. She greatly admires your contributions to Shek Pai Wan."

Lu Wendong's gaze fell on Ju Zi. Her cherry-like lips indicated that she was small and tight, and her pink skin suggested that she was a delicate and frail woman.

Japanese beauties?

As a citizen of a superior nation, I must strive to bring glory to my country!

Lu Wendong immediately instructed Zhang Xue to lead the Tanka people to finish up, while he took Sakura Shinno and Kikuko to the rest room next door.

God said, “Give in everything that has!”

Lu Wendong stared blankly at Juzi, who had taken off her coat—

Yoshi!

Pretty girls, strong and capable workers.

This woman has a well-defined physique with smooth muscle lines, and she even has biceps.

Two taut elephant legs—it's obvious they could crush steel!

idiot!

Lu Wendong couldn't help but mutter, "To survive in such a precarious situation, I have to learn a foreign language!"

He put his arms around Sakura Kanno and Kikuko on either side.

Have you seen Marlon Brando's *Tango in Paris*?

Lu Wendong has seen it; there's butter at the church!

"Lord!"

In the dimly lit prayer room, Sakura Shinno knelt at an angle, her two delicate pink legs peeking out from her nun's habit.

"Believers are physically present in the church but their hearts are in the church."

After making the sign of the cross and praying silently for a moment, Sakura Kanno managed to stand up, leaning against the wall of the prayer room.

Beneath her fitted nun's habit, her two pink legs were already straddling the shape of the number eight.

She trembled as she approached Kikuko, who was slumped on the bench.

The two women, supporting each other, walked unsteadily with their toes pointing inwards towards Sakura Kamino's room in the church.

"Is it over yet?"

Kikuko said weakly, "That's it."

"Sister, isn't this a bit scary?"

He came to Hong Kong Island to visit Sakura Kamino, but he never expected to be shot in the back several times.

This was the first time Kikuko had ever heard that butter could also be used as an enema.

After meeting with Luo Xiang'an, who was representing Lu Wendong, Ren Qingtian had no choice but to gather the other leaders of Hung Hing again with great difficulty.

Except for the Dinosaur from Tuen Mun, who was absent due to his fierce battle with Wo Luen Shing, all the other bigwigs on Hong Kong Island were present.

When an elderly man in his fifties walked into the conference room, Brother Ji and the others were immediately shocked.

"Brother Sheng, why did this have to trouble you to come out of seclusion?"

The man's name was Hung Sing (—Hung Hing Tsai: The Great Storm of the Underworld), and he was one of the earliest veterans who followed Chiang Chen in building the empire.

Because Jiang Zhen had previously violated his agreement with the brothers by forcibly passing the leadership to his son Jiang Tiansheng, Hong Sheng retired from the position.

Entering the martial arts world.

"Ah Tian asked me to come."

Seeing that only a few familiar faces remained in the conference room, Hong Sheng felt a pang of sadness.

Brother Ji slammed his fist on the table: "With Brother Sheng back in action, we have a lot of confidence."

"Back in the day, who in the martial arts world didn't know about Mr. Chiang Kai-shek's iron fist and Brother Sheng's swift blade?"

Others joined in the clamor.

Hong Sheng shook his head: "Brothers, don't misunderstand, I have already retired from the underworld."

"The grudges and feuds of the martial arts world are no longer my concern."

Brother Kei said urgently, "Brother Sheng, you're also a part of Hung Hing—"

Hong Sheng waved his hand, and he immediately shut his mouth.

Ren Qingtian then spoke: "Brothers, just now, Luo Xiang'an from Tonglian Shun came to me, demanding that Hung Hing compensate Shek Pai Wan for emotional distress, resettlement expenses, and Chairman Lu's appearance fee—"

"A total of twenty million!"

"#!"

Brother Ji and the others slammed their fists on the table in a fit of rage, and a whole bunch of them started cursing.

"Damn it, may you live as long as an old tortoise."

"Damn it! I've been holding in this shit for so long, and you actually said something so shameless?"

"Do you think we, Hung Hing, are worthless?"

"#! Twenty million!"

"Throw it down like a stray bullet, let his head explode into watermelon juice—"

"Short-legged Sky, are you even a member of Hung Hing? How dare you say such spineless things?"

"You still have the nerve to call us all over here? Do you even know what kind of world we live in? Hundreds of thousands of dollars are at stake every minute—"

Ren Qingtian calmly watched as Brother Ji and the others swore loudly.

If this had happened decades ago, these people would probably have actually gone and killed someone if they said they would.

Now that they're all half-buried in the ground, their homes, while not overflowing with gold and silver, are certainly overflowing with wealth.

Even if it's just a scratch, they won't accept it!

Unlike Chairman Lu, who, when someone says he's going to kill someone, really means it.

Throughout Hong Kong Island, only a desperate thug like Chairman Lu dared to sever the lineage of the Hung Hing Chiang family.

Others even dared to kill Jiang Tiansheng and Jiang Tianyang!

Who in Hung Hing is someone we can't take down?

"OK."

Ren Qingtian stood up: "Never mind what I said, I'm going to eat some porridge!"

The cursing stopped instantly!

Brother Ji opened his mouth, then coughed, "Brother Tian, ​​look at you, you're in such a hurry again."

"Brothers, you can't keep your anger bottled up."

"Twenty million is absolutely outrageous!"

Brother Ji complained, "So far, we're the ones who have suffered the most losses."

The others also felt somewhat aggrieved!

Logically speaking, Hung Hing should not be afraid of being beaten.

In all these years in the underworld, when has Hung Hing ever lost face?

However, they encountered an unruly individual who, on two separate occasions, tricked the two Mr. Jiangs into going there under the guise of making peace and then killed them.

Where would you find something like this?

Ren Qingtian said, "It's not like we're the ones paying for it."

Everyone was stunned.

Ren Qingtian felt compelled to remind these devoted fans: "Mr. Jiang has no children—"

Everyone's eyes lit up!

Brother Kei slammed his fist on the table and coughed, "Actually, we Hung Hing members also suffered an undeserved disaster. This whole thing was caused by Chiang Tin-sang and Chiang Tin-yeung."

"Yeah, yeah."

Immediately, someone chimed in: "Jiang Tianyang himself said he'd handle things, but when he sent his men to take action, they couldn't defeat the other side. What does that have to do with us?"

Ren Qingtian sneered inwardly, "None of us who've been around have any sense of loyalty!"

Fortunately, I abandoned darkness and embraced light long ago!

Then he casually added, "Tong Lian Shun wants to take away Mr. Chiang's properties in Causeway Bay!"

After being in this world for so long, Lu Wendong finally owns a car of his own. A Mercedes-Benz 500!

Equipped with a 5.0-liter V8 naturally aspirated engine, producing a maximum power of 231 horsepower, it was a true performance beast for its time.

Sitting in the back seat, Lu Wendong rested his right hand on Ju Zi's tailbone and his left hand lightly supported the smooth seat.

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The smooth, supple texture of genuine leather definitely feels different.

Kikuko stammered, "Chairman, Chen Dinggui is in charge of smuggling gold into Hong Kong for the Sanhe Society."

"I heard he brought back ten million US dollars worth of gold."

Ten million US dollars in gold?

Lu Wendong's eyes darkened slightly; the Sanhe Society would definitely not give up.

Unfortunately, Mr. Lu didn't find anything either.

"If the chairman is willing to cooperate with our Black Tiger Society to smuggle gold, our Black Tiger Society can help resolve the troubles with the Sanhe Society."

Lu Wendong instantly pinched her small face.

Lu Wendong retorted, "What do you mean by that?"

"Do you think I, Lu Wendong, am a gangster?"

"Don't think you can talk nonsense in front of me just because you climbed into my bed."

"I won't give face to anyone who says something I don't like."

Lu Wendong pressed down on Ju Zi's head.

Did she intend to use her beauty to seduce Lu?

Okay, I'll take it all!

As the convoy exited the Shek Pai Wan Tunnel and passed the Happy Valley Racecourse, Lu Wendong couldn't help but turn his head for a glance.

Since the opening of Hong Kong Island, there have been two of the most prestigious social venues.

One is a golf course located in Fanling, New Territories, and the other is the Happy Valley Jockey Club.

Coincidentally, the chairmen of both places were the then-governors.

Lu Wendong withdrew his gaze; ahead lay Causeway Bay.

Having been in Hong Kong Island for so long, this is the first time that Brother Tung has stepped out of Shek Pai Wan. This is a small step for him, but it will definitely be a big step in the future.

Outside the Royal Palace nightclub on Lockhart Road in Causeway Bay, Luo Xiang'an and a group of his family members were waiting.

As dusk settles, the streets come alive with the constant flow of people.

Two traffic police officers rode motorcycles to the east and west ends of Lockhart Road, and then got off to direct traffic.

In about ten minutes, the vehicles on Lockhart Road were cleared away.

"What's going on?"

The merchants on Locke Road were dumbfounded!

They immediately poked their heads out!

This is the busiest time of year for business; in theory, Lockhart Road should be packed with cars.

The parking attendants will be extremely busy!

result?

That's it?

Three identical Mercedes-Benz cars drove close to the Royal Palace Nightclub!

"With such a grand entrance, are they foreigners?"

"Impossible. Even if it were the Provincial Administration Commissioner traveling, they wouldn't dare to make such a grand show."

"The governor is even less likely; he rides in an unlicensed crown."

The situation was too strange, and even experienced merchants didn't dare to provoke a fight directly. Instead, they discussed it and observed the situation.

The convoy stopped, and a group of police officers in uniform got out.

"Is a foreign head of state visiting Hong Kong?"

"Wait a minute, the labels on these people's shoulders don't start with PC or A, so why are they C?"

PC is the prefix for Guangdong police, while A is the prefix for auxiliary police forces.

Hong Kong people may not know other labels, but they will definitely recognize these two!

The police officers who got out lined up in two rows, and then Lu Wendong got out of the middle vehicle.

Wearing coarse linen clothes and barefoot!

He stood by the car for a moment, and Kikuko, wearing a backless red evening dress, got out of the car.

Lu Wendong had calculated that it wouldn't be appropriate to bring any woman to today's occasion; the best choice would be Ju Zi, who was a guest.

"President!"

Overwhelmed by the momentum, Luo Xiang'an quickly led his men to welcome Lu Wendong.

"May your business prosper!"

Lu Wendong smiled and gave each of Luo Xiang'an and the others a red envelope before entering the nightclub surrounded by the crowd.

A group of merchants looked at each other in bewilderment: "Tianshou, where did this VIP come from?"

"Wow, I got it."

"Wearing a short-sleeved shirt, beach shorts, and bare feet, she must be from Annam."

"No, no, could it be the Dai country?"

"I think it must be Brunei—"

"So dashing, he must be at least a prince—"

"His outfit is incredible; it must have been custom-made—"

The crowd was buzzing with discussion.

Traffic police on both sides opened up the road again, and Lockhart Road was instantly flooded with traffic.

The group quickly returned to the shop to resume business.

The Royal Palace Nightclub is currently the most popular Japanese-style nightclub in Hong Kong.

The layout is similar to a dance hall, with a dance floor, a mama's chair as the leader, and dancers accompanying guests to dance, drink, and have fun.

A catwalk was also set up in the middle for special guests to perform.

Luo Xiang'an solicitously invited Lu Wendong to sit in the first row, separating him from everyone else.

Luo Tianhong and Long Wu stood on either side of Lu Wendong behind him, while Manzi and his men occupied the two tables in front and behind.

"President."

"Hung Hing Group handed over 3 bars, 2 nightclubs, and 5 restaurants in Causeway Bay's typhoon shelter area—"

"Ren Qingtian said that the 20 million will be delivered by tomorrow at the latest."

Although it has become a fact, Luo Xiang'an still feels a sense of unreality when he talks about it.

Both of Hung Hing's previous leaders were killed by the chairman, along with many key figures and uncles.

Logically speaking, this is a blood feud.

So Hung Hing just gave up like that?

Lu Wendong nodded slightly: "Let's watch the performance."

The advantage of organized crime lies in its collective structure, its wealth, and its leisure time.

Ordinary individuals simply cannot fight against it!

But Lu Wendong is different; he is also a collective, and even a clan!

In this way, Hung Hing's advantage was neutralized.

In the face of a united group, unless the opposing group is also united and willing to think and act in the same direction!

Otherwise, he could never be a match for Lu Wendong!

In this respect, the five major gentry families of the New Territories had already set an example for Luk Man-tung.

The seven-day battle in the New Territories back then, although the country boys suffered hundreds of casualties, it greatly deterred the foreigners!

This forced the foreigners to implement two methods of governance in Hong Kong.

Others thought Lu Wendong was a barbarian, but they didn't know that Lu Wendong had long seen through the true nature of the foreigners.

Especially since it's still 85!

As long as we always keep the people on the water in our grasp and strengthen their power.

On Hong Kong Island, Lu Wendong dares to mess with anyone!

The lights on the runway dimmed slightly as a group of dancers swayed their hips and escorted a tall woman forward.

"Gazing at the vast sea, I am filled with weariness, speechless and without tears—"

The melodious voice, like that of a nightingale, resounded throughout the venue.

When Luo Xiang'an saw Lu Wendong's gaze fall on the woman, he had an idea and leaned forward to whisper in her ear.

"President, this is Cui Xiaohong, a girl from the north who just came in from the nightclub."

"Today is my first day performing on stage, I'm still a newbie."

Lu Wendong's gaze fell on Cui Xiaohong.

She was tall and slender, half a head taller than the female dancers beside her.

Beneath her fluffy, jet-black hair, her face was delicate, bright, and elegant.

She is definitely not comparable to ordinary Hong Kong girls.

In terms of looks, among the women around him, only Rona surpasses him.

"Northern girl?"

"right!"

Seeing that Lu Wendong seemed interested, Luo Xiang'an immediately understood. After Cui Xiaohong finished her performance, he pulled her in front of Lu Wendong to drink with him.

Upon closer inspection, the woman's skin was as delicate as jade, exuding a graceful and elegant air.

"Mr. Lu, my name is Cui Xiaohong, and I'm from Donglin City in Northeast China!"

Donglin City, Northeast China?

and many more?

Lu Wendong paused for a moment: "Isn't there a restaurant called Dingqinglou where you live?"

Cui Xiaohong exclaimed happily, "Mr. Lu, how did you know? My dad is the manager of Dingqinglou!"

A hint of amusement flashed in Lu Wendong's eyes!

Uncle!

Say no more. When fellow villagers meet, they're bound to stab each other in the back!