Chapter 44: Give Face and Don

He sent away the satisfied Jing Kun and didn't mean to invite this guy to have fun at night.

Wu Feng didn't have such a habit, and their friendship hadn't reached that point.

It was just unexpected that Jing Kun had just left, but Guanzaisen, who hadn't been here for a while, came.

"Hong Hing's Jing Kun came, what did you guys say?"

Just entering the third-floor office, this guy couldn't wait to ask.

"Damn it, what kind of attitude is this? Questioning me?"

Wu Feng's eyes turned cold, unhappy: "Why, recently your confidence is sufficient, and you feel like you can ride on my head? Why is your tone so impolite?"

"You..."

Guanzaisen's face became very ugly, and his look at Wu Feng was full of fierceness.

"Why, still want to make a move?"

Wu Feng sneered: "Believe it or not, I'll take you out, and Wo Shing won't avenge you?"

During the speech, he took down the nunchucks from the shelf beside him and played a beautiful stick flower with one hand.

"Okay, okay, okay, I can't beat you, that's it!"

Guanzaisen was like a deflated ball, sat on the sofa, and said weakly: "Don't be angry, I just heard the news and came to ask!"

Society members were like this; bullying the soft and fearing the hard had become an instinct.

Bang!

Wu Feng slapped the desk, startling Guanzaisen on the sofa.

"You didn't come, but I was looking for you!"

Wu Feng didn't show any politeness, pointed at Guanzaisen and raged: "The videotape matter I told you about before, are you deaf? You haven't given me an accurate answer until now. What do you want to do?"

"You don't know how to grasp the opportunity to earn money I gave you. Do you want to go to heaven?!"

"I've already compressed the price of the videotape by half. You can get a disk for 50 Hong Kong dollars. If you sell 20,000 boxes in Taiwan, the profit is one million!"

"If you add Singapore, Malaysia, Thailand, and other places in Southeast Asia, selling 50,000 boxes shouldn't be a problem, right? That's 2.5 million in profit picked up for nothing!"

"If you're not active in earning money, go eat shit!"

A burst of blasting, Guanzaisen didn't even dare to let out a fart, and could only lower his head and be scolded honestly.

Regardless of what tricks were inside Wo Shing, or what difficulties he had, he had no face to complain in front of Wu Feng.

Just as Wu Feng scolded impolitely, not being active in earning money meant there was a problem with his brain.

"Three days, I'll give you three more days!"

Wu Feng didn't care about that much, continuing to scold angrily: "If there is no result within three days, then I'm sorry, I will cooperate with Hong Hing's Jing Kun; that guy is just thinking about filming movies to earn money!"

After speaking, he drove Guanzaisen away like a fly, without any regard for the status of Wo Shing's red-hot star. He estimated that if it were someone else, Guanzaisen would have exploded long ago.

He left with a gray face, but he didn't dare to act wildly in Wu Feng's territory at all.

As a neighbor, Guanzaisen had studied Wu Feng quite a bit and had observed him for a long time.

It could be said that he was even more familiar with Wu Feng's background than Hong Yi boss Huang Wengang.

The more he understood, the more he feared Wu Feng, and naturally, he wanted to get closer.

Don't look at such a psychological contradiction; it was a true portrayal of Guanzaisen's heart.

Going out, he happened to see the close-ins who followed him eating and drinking happily under the hospitality of Wu Feng's underlings at the nearby food stall, and Guanzaisen felt a burst of anger in his heart.

"Let's go, let's go, go to the Portland Street branch, find the boss!"

With a shout, he didn't care whether the close-ins were happy or not, Guanzaisen got directly into a Crown car parked nearby; his car was quite luxurious.

When he arrived at the Portland Street branch, it was a nightclub run by Wo Shing.

At this time, the colorful lights in the nightclub were flickering, creating a quite mysterious atmosphere, coupled with strong and dynamic music, making people unable to help but fall into it.

Men and women in the dance floor were dancing happily, and a breath of paper-drunk gold-fan (decadence) came to his face.

If it were in the past, Guanzaisen would definitely stop to watch it well, and if he was in the mood, he would enter the dance floor to vent his exuberant energy, and by the way, fish for a beauty.

At this time, he had no mood at all and went directly to the office area on the third floor of the nightclub.

Greeting the fighter underlings guarding the door of the general manager's office, he sat directly on the chair beside him and waited, in a hurry.

"Damn it, Guanzaisen, is your brain crazy?"

Not long after, Wo Shing Mong Kok boss Long Gen came out cursing, very unhappy that Guanzaisen had disturbed his mood: "If you can't say a reason, don't even think about walking out straight today!"

"Boss, that kid Wu Feng has already given me an ultimatum!"

Guanzaisen waved his hand to let the fighter underlings beside him leave, and then explained with a bitter face: "There are only three days left. If there is no result for the videotape matter after three days, he won't cooperate with us!"

"Where did he get the guts?"

Long Gen's eyes widened, unhappy: "Are you a wooden stake? Won't you give him a lesson?"

The reason for this situation was naturally that Long Gen wanted to get more benefits.

"How dare I give that kid a lesson?"

Guanzaisen said with a crying face: "As long as that kid doesn't covet my territory on Shanghai Street, I'll thank God. I really can't beat him!"

"What's going on?"

Long Gen's forehead veins popped up, raging: "I don't believe it, is it going to heaven?"

Guanzaisen's face was full of bitterness, but he couldn't help but roll his eyes in his heart, helplessly saying: "I don't know how that kid operates. With such a small territory on Shanghai Street, he has four or five hundred people under his command!"

"If you count the underlings on Garden Street and Tongcai Street, the number of underlings he can directly mobilize has reached 1,200 or 1,300, and there are no less than 700 fighters!"

"So exaggerated?"

Long Gen was also startled, not believing: "How is that possible? I'm afraid the number of underlings under the Hong Yi boss doesn't have that many, right?"

"Boss, how dare I lie to you? The facts are just like this!"

Guanzaisen said depressedly: "I don't know what kind of ecstasy soup Wu Feng gave his underlings. Not to mention the 'Four-Nine,' just that bunch of 'Blue Lanterns' are like they've been injected with chicken blood, wishing they could show off every day, and they are so desperate to make a name for themselves, wishing they could kill into my territory and become famous!"

In fact, the situation was even worse than he said; it was just that he didn't want to look too bad in front of the boss.

The "Blue Lanterns" under him had many who wanted to defect to Hong Yi's Wu Feng.

If it weren't for the fact that the two societies had a decent relationship, Guanzaisen really wouldn't have the confidence to block the impact of Wu Feng's underlings. Each one was like crazy, having a strong impulse to stand out.

It wasn't that he hadn't thought about digging the wall, but the result was unsatisfactory. The ones he could dig were all marginal characters among the "Blue Lanterns" under Wu Feng, each one a scumbag with no ability.

(End of Chapter) ===== CHAPTER 45 =====