allonlinenovel Chapter 137 Pretending
Chapter 137 Pretending
Although Chuanbao and Laogui were dissatisfied, they still gave Longgen face and stopped arguing.
"Tea, please."
Uncle Deng poured Long Gen a cup of tea, exuding his own aura.
Then came Chui Ji, the boss of Wan Chai. He was very powerful, second only to Ah Lok and Big D.
Next are Shuai Gou, Fei Hua, Guan Zai Sen, Dabu Hei, Leng Lao, Shuang Fan Dong and so on.
Soon, apart from Big D, there were eight people in charge of District 9, and all the uncles were present.
After more than ten minutes, Big D, with that self-centered face, walked out at a fast pace, glared at Lin Huaile, and sat down opposite him.
"Wow, uncle Boss is here so early."
Big D pretended to be ignorant even though he knew the truth, and smiled deliberately.
"You are late, not us."
"Big D, you're so powerful now. The uncle with the same name as Quan is waiting for you. It's really awesome."
The old ghost implied something to him in a sarcastic tone.
Big D has always been arrogant and domineering, and has never thought about respecting these uncles.
He has the people and money, so he has every capital to be arrogant.
He doesn't care who you are, he will never allow anyone to shit and pee on his head.
"What's up, Uncle Lei? You're too old to sit still?"
"If you can't sit still, go home and rest, and hug your granddaughter."
"The society is electing its leaders today. One more vote from you won't make a difference, and one less vote from you won't make a difference either."
"What are you talking about?"
The old ghost originally wanted to use his seniority to suppress the arrogant Big D.
As a result, he was ridiculed for his old age, and going back to take care of his granddaughter was even more unbearable.
"What do you mean? Can't you tell me?"
"You're old now, so you should be quiet. Don't try to be as showy as the young ones. Be more like Uncle Deng. Drink some tea, walk the dog, and read the newspaper. How nice it is."
"You have no strength but you still want to hold on. You are just a tough talker."
"No wonder even the old, weak, and sick people in your sect don't obey you!"
Big D was completely merciless and started to mock without any hesitation.
Big D spent 200,000 to bribe all the uncles.
This old devil was adamant. Not only did he not accept the deal himself, he also persuaded others not to accept it and even reported it to Uncle Deng.
Thinking about this, Big D became very annoyed and wished he could ridicule her a few more times to feel better.
"Okay, Big D, let's not talk about this for now. Everyone has been waiting for you for a long time."
"If you have any grudges with the old ghosts, please resolve them privately and don't bring them up at the gang meeting."
Uncle Long Gen glanced at Big D and said dissatisfiedly.
Big D curled his lips nonchalantly and leaned back on the stool in an awkward sitting position.
Seeing that the entire hall had fallen silent, Long Gen glanced at Deng Bo and motioned him to take charge of the situation.
Uncle Deng is a veteran of the society. He served as the manager forty years ago and everyone respects him.
He is usually responsible for presiding over most of the general meetings in the hall.
"It has been a century-old tradition for us and Liansheng to elect the leader every two years. This year it's time to elect the leader again."
"I now declare the election officially open."
Uncle Deng was too fat, so he gasped when he spoke, and his voice was low and slow.
"First of all, who do you support?"
Chuanbao spoke first, "I choose Big D. He's capable and makes a lot of money. With him leading the club, it will definitely develop better."
As soon as he finished speaking, Big D smiled and nodded proudly, very satisfied.
The two hundred thousand was well spent.
"I vote for Ah Lok. He's really dedicated to helping the society. Once he becomes the manager, he'll help expand the society to Tsim Sha Tsui."
When Big D heard this, he showed disdain on his face and glanced at Chuanbao.
The string of explosions jumped out immediately.
"Damn, it's only real if you can get it. I even said I'd lead the club to the moon!"
Chuanbao took Da D's money and worked very hard to help speak.
As soon as Lao Guilei saw his point being refuted, he immediately used his ultimate move: "Chuanbao, you took Da D's money, so of course you're speaking for him!"
"What are you talking about? You have Alzheimer's disease, do you know what nonsense you are talking about?"
Chuanbao was exposed in public and immediately became angry.
"You know exactly how much money you received from Big D!"
The old ghost said sarcastically.
"You know nothing! How much money did you take from Ah Le, and you think we don't know? Who do you think is like you, who only cares about money and not people?"
The explosions also became louder.
"Say it again! Stop slandering me, you loser!"
Chuanbao and Laoguilei started arguing again after a disagreement, and both of them were so angry that their faces turned red.
Lao Guilei slammed the table with a bang, stood up, and prepared to rush up and fight with Chuanbao.
Throughout the whole process, Lin Huaile smiled and watched the two quarreling calmly.
The two of them are over a hundred years old in total, and they always call your mother "fuck you" and "fuck you". They have been dwarfs all their lives and are still dwarfs when they grow old.
Big D silently made a note of Lao Gui in the small account book, wishing he could send him rolling down the hill.
"Enough, this is an election, not a quarrel in the vegetable market!"
Uncle Deng slapped the table lightly and said with a cold face.
He looked at Chuanbao coldly and said, "Who doesn't like to have something sweet? It's understandable to accept some benefits."
"But if I choose whoever has more money..."
"Why not auction it off!"
Uncle Deng suddenly changed the subject, and the fat on his face trembled.
He swept his intimidating gaze over the crowd: "Money can buy tickets, but us uncles have no credibility at all. What are we even doing sitting here?"
"Why don't we all just break up and stop being uncles and become scalpers or ticket sellers instead?"
Chuanbao grumbled in dissatisfaction: "I chose Big D because he can help the club."
"It better be this way!"
Uncle Deng looked serious and glared at Chuanbao.
Then he slowly said, "When I was young, my uncles had already chosen the people who would take charge."
"At that time, I thought, these old guys are old, have no money and no power, why should they be elected?"
"Later, I realized that they had a lot of seniority, and everyone respected what they said."
"Everyone here has been in this business for decades, how could you not understand this?"
"As for the rest, I have nothing to say. In a word, I choose Ah Le!"
After saying that, Deng Bo raised his fat hand and looked at everyone.
Wherever his eyes went, people couldn't help but raise their hands.
When Big D saw it, he realized that Zhou Shengpeng was right. Many people started to change sides and wanted to choose A Le.
After all, if they are bribed with money alone, these uncles will have no sense of existence in the future.
Without a sense of existence, who will give them benefits in the future and let them choose the person in charge?
This is a result they don't want to see even if they are paid.
Precisely because they have to vote in the election, the community has to take care of these uncles. Between the long-term benefits and the 200,000 yuan, of course they will choose long-term benefits.
Seeing that the situation was not good, Big D immediately interrupted the election and said, "Wait a minute."
"Big D, no matter how long you wait, it won't change the fact that you weren't selected. Most of the uncles have already agreed to choose Ah Le."
Uncle Deng slowly put down his hand.
Lin Huaile sat in his seat, looking complacent, as if everything was as expected.
"Uncle Deng, it's not my turn to vote yet."
"Wait five more minutes until someone arrives. Maybe everyone will change their minds."
Big D changed his usual violent behavior and remained calm in the face of the impending failure to be selected.
This situation surprised Deng Bo a little.
"Five minutes, just five minutes for you."
Deng Bo didn't believe anyone could change the outcome, so he made the decision.
downstairs.
Suddenly, a row of black cars came speeding.
Leading the way was a brand new Bentley, followed by a long line of luxury cars.
The convoy of luxury cars came speeding by, very eye-catching.
If you tie a red string and put some flowers on it, it can be regarded as a wedding procession, which is very impressive.
The car stopped steadily downstairs, and the commotion attracted the attention of Deng Bo and others upstairs.
Looking down through the second-floor window glass.
The car opened, and a pair of all-leather, high-end crocodile leather shoes stepped out from it. Zhou Shengpeng, wearing a turmeric custom-made suit, stepped out of the car.
Looks arrogant and dazzling.
As soon as Huang Zhicheng saw Zhou Shengpeng, a puff of smoke choked his lungs and he coughed like a broken gong, bang bang bang.
"Mr. Huang, why are you so excited?"
Yazi, who was standing next to him, quickly handed him a bottle of water to help him calm down.
Huang Zhicheng's voice was hoarse as he pointed at Zhou Shengpeng and said, "Fuck, the troublemaker is here! Tell everyone to stand by and keep a close watch!"
Only then did Yazi notice that the handsome man in a bright yellow suit was none other than Hong Xing Kunpeng.
"How did Hongxing and Kunpeng get involved in the Heliansheng election?" Yazi looked confused.
"Boss, there are so many big shots here, one more Zhou Shengpeng wouldn't be enough, there's no need to be so nervous, right?"
Wei Jinghao said disdainfully.
"Damn it, Zhou Shengpeng is such a pest! Wherever he is, there's always trouble. I can't help but be nervous, damn it!"
"He's from Hongxing. There's definitely something fishy going on when he shows up here."
Huang Zhicheng finally spat out a mouthful of phlegm and cursed.
Zhou Shengpeng glanced at Huang Zhicheng and Liao Zhizong, then walked upstairs nonchalantly.
The five Tian Yangsheng men behind him, all dressed in suits, followed Zhou Shengpeng with cold expressions, like professional bodyguards.
"Damn, such a grand show, even the richest man in Hong Kong can't compare to him."
Liao Zhizong said sourly beside him.
How many big guys have followed the anti-gang team? How many of them are as ostentatious, arrogant, and grand as Zhou Shengpeng?
It’s worth it for the dwarf mule to have achieved this.
Zhou Shengpeng walked to the second floor and opened the door. All the uncles, the hall master, Lin Huaile and others looked at him.
The old ghost sneered inwardly, "The short mule is imitating others, wearing a suit, tie, and leather shoes, putting on airs, and thinking he is a wealthy man."