Chapter 164: Quick Transmigration: Film & Television Multiverse Chapter 9: Inauguration Ceremony

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Protagonist:

Lin Hao

The next day, sunlight streamed through the bar's windows. Lin Hao got up early and summoned all his brothers.

Thanks to Fei Zai's promotion yesterday, plus the spread of the "Boxing King Hao" title, quite a few people came to join. Today they recruited more new brothers. Counting them up, Lin Hao now had seventy or eighty men under him.

If Yuen Long weren't so remote, lacking that much draw, even more people would likely have come to pledge allegiance.

Lin Hao stood before the crowd, looking at these vigorous, slightly jianghu-air brothers, his heart full of emotion. He cleared his throat and said simply: "Brothers, since you're all willing to follow me, Lin Hao, I definitely won't shortchange you. From now on we're one family. Work together with one heart, do a good job. As long as I, Lin Hao, have a mouthful to eat, you'll never go without!"

After speaking, Lin Hao handed the management rights of both the bar and the nightclub to Fei Zai. He knew that despite Fei Zai's carefree appearance, he was reliable at getting things done. Entrusting these to Fei Zai gave him peace of mind.

After explaining these matters, Lin Hao no longer involved himself in management. He turned and walked toward the office upstairs in the nightclub.

This office used to be A Xin's workplace. Lin Hao pushed open the door and entered, discovering a bedroom inside. Though a bit messy, the space was quite spacious.

He figured this place was far safer than the old house he used to live in, and more comfortable too. He decided to tidy it up properly and make it his residence from now on.

While Lin Hao was organizing that bedroom, he moved the bed to sweep underneath and unexpectedly discovered a safe.

The safe looked old, its surface slightly worn. It was likely something A Xin had left behind. Lin Hao was curious — what exactly was inside this safe?

He went downstairs, found the bar's previous manager, and asked him about the safe.

The manager scratched his head and said blankly: "Hao Ge, I really didn't know about this safe. But the bar's documents and accounts are all in that cabinet over there. I only handle daily operations; I don't know anything about these hidden things."

Seeing he genuinely didn't know, Lin Hao waved him off, then called Fei Zai over and told him to find a small cutting machine.

Fei Zai was efficient. Before long he came lugging back a cutting machine, huffing and puffing. Lin Hao took the cutter, put on safety goggles, adjusted the settings, and began cutting into the safe.

With a piercing roar from the cutter, sparks flying everywhere, the safe's hard shell gradually gave way.

Finally the safe was cut open. Lin Hao and Fei Zai both crowded forward eagerly to examine the contents.

One look and they were stunned. Inside lay two Black Star pistols, their dark barrels gleaming with a cold metallic luster, as if telling of their extraordinariness.

Beside them sat four spare magazines, neatly stacked, and two boxes of ammunition, bullets lined up in their boxes, exuding a dangerous and mysterious aura. Besides that, there were some Hong Kong dollars and US dollars — a rough estimate put it at two to three hundred thousand.

The moment Fei Zai saw the money, his eyes bulged like copper bells, his mouth wide enough to fit an egg, face full of surprise and delight. He rubbed his hands excitedly, voice cracking: "Hao Ge, we've struck it rich! This much cash, and these guns — holy cow, from now on we'll have real backing here in Yuen Long!"

As he spoke, Fei Zai's hand unconsciously reached toward the money, itching to grab it all and feel that thick wad. After all, although the bar and nightclub were given to Lin Hao, there wasn't much actual cash.

Lin Hao didn't stare at the money like Fei Zai. His gaze was instantly locked on the two Black Star pistols, eyes shining with fondness.

After all, which man didn't have a special yearning and love for guns as a boy?

In this mixed, dangerous jianghu world, a gun isn't just a cold weapon — it's a life-saving reliance.

With these two guns, Lin Hao knew his future safety would increase considerably.

Moreover, he figured he had that mysterious space to utilize. Later, when the guns were used up, he could stash them in the space, hide them away, not easily discovered by others — couldn't be more convenient.

Just as Lin Hao was still immersed in thoughts of the guns, the phone rang in the afternoon. It was Chen Yao calling.

On the other end, Chen Yao's voice carried a festive tone: "Lin Hao, let me tell you something. Tomorrow's an auspicious day. Get ready quick and come to the Tong Tang for the inauguration ceremony. This was personally set by Mr. Jiang. You'd better seize this opportunity."

Hearing this, Lin Hao couldn't be happier. This was exactly what he'd been waiting for — it meant his status in the Hung Hing Society would rise another step.

Even more unexpected and delightful, Chen Yao added: "Oh right, not just you. Fei Zai can also inaugurate as Grass Sandals this time. Mr. Jiang thinks Fei Zai's been through a lot with you and is a loyal brother, so he gave him the chance too. You two cherish it."

Lin Hao hurriedly replied: "Brother Chen, don't worry. Fei Zai and I won't let Mr. Jiang's kindness down. Thanks for personally notifying us."

After hanging up, Lin Hao told Fei Zai the good news. Fei Zai's joy knew no bounds — he jumped three feet high, muttering nonstop: "Aiya, Hao Ge, we've really turned bitter into sweet! Never thought I, Fei Zai, would have a day like this. Hahaha!"

The next day, Lin Hao and Fei Zai both dressed up carefully, putting on crisp suits.

Each also donned a pair of cool sunglasses. Standing before the mirror, they actually had a bit of that jianghu big-shot aura.

Then, with a stride that recognized no kin, they marched proudly toward the Hung Hing Tong Tang.

Today, all the Talkers of the Hung Hing Tong Tang actually showed up. After all, everyone had won money following Lin Hao's duel yesterday, so moods were good. Plus Lin Hao was currently riding high — they had to give the young man some face.

After the formalities, Lin Hao became a Red Pole of Hung Hing, while Fei Zai became Grass Sandals. After everyone congratulated them, Tai Zi walked over and invited Lin Hao to visit his boxing gym when free. Lin Hao naturally agreed — after all, he was Hung Hing's War God, and Lin Hao wanted to learn a few moves from him.