When Lin Huaile came out of Xinghe Tea House, his pocket was full of money, totaling 180,000.

This is life money!

When you work for a community, you will naturally need to receive a settlement allowance. This situation is special and it is a public-private partnership.

This is equivalent to a contract. This 180,000 cash is just a deposit.

It’s done, and it’s a meteoric rise.

If you lose, you will be killed in the streets.

Within a month, the Taro Biao was completed, which was the deadline given by Qilin.

After all, he, Lam Wai Lok, is the talk man in Tsuen Wan.

If it doesn't work, don't blame the club for not supporting you.

"Ale, I am your boss, don't say I don't support you."

"I have a good knife in my hand. It was made by the top knife maker in Europe and imitated the German courtesy knife."

"It said some alloy was added to it. I haven't used it once, so I gave it to you."

"As for the kid, I'll give it to you, but you may not be able to do it."

"I'll send someone to send 200,000 yuan to Hesheng later. Whether it's borrowed troops or horses, it should be enough for you to use for a while!"

After Sister Mei said hello to her uncles in the teahouse, she walked out with Lan Guijie.

Seeing Lin Huaile still waiting at the door, he immediately generously gave him a large sum of money.

They are all old foxes!

Lin Huaile secretly smiled bitterly in his heart.

Two hundred thousand Hong Kong notes is indeed not a small amount of money. Add in the 180,000 he has, and it can be considered a small fortune.

It only costs 20,000 yuan to play a second-rate starlet and have a romantic night.

If you want to hoard a building, you can build it with three or four rooms.

But this little money is not enough to show off horses, and it is not even enough to show off monkeys!

If you work hard but don't work hard, you can get 80 yuan a day, and if you work hard and work hard, you can get 150 yuan a day.

Guarantee fees, funeral expenses, medical expenses, everything will be borne by him.

Moreover, most of this gang of street boys are child gangsters who come out to earn pocket money. They disperse as soon as they are beaten. Their combat effectiveness is close, and the agreement is minus ten.

It's not impossible to just bring people all-in.

Nowadays, there are only a handful of brands that can be borrowed by soldiers. The Yiqun cannot leave Kowloon Walled City, and the Alphabet Gang is asking for money.

380,000 is only enough to hire two red sticks, and they have to be red sticks without the support of the big boss, Mr. Qi. They have no territory and are the kind of low-class people who make a living by working hard.

"Thank you, boss!"

Mosquito meat is also meat, and the relationship between Lin Huaile and Sister Mei is not that deep. To be able to spend real money to support him is already a huge affection.

Sister Mei nodded and got into her Jaguar. Lan Guijie pressed the horn, and Sister Mei and her group left the boundary of Hexing Tea House.

Lan Guijie looked at the rearview mirror while driving. After driving a few meters, he complained: "Cousin, I've been coveting your courtesy knife for a long time."

"Why did you give Young Master Le, this soft-footed shrimp?".

"What are you doing?"

"What are you doing with a knife?"

"Fan Dong is the one who kills people with horses, Dad and the others, what are you going to do?"

"Last time I asked you to go to Shanghai City to discuss matters. If Big D hadn't arrived, you would have been chopped into pieces."

"My cousin, your mother, must be holding your soul and crying to the heavens and the earth."

"Don't fight all the time when you have time. Go to the boxing gym and practice boxing. You are my number one, so don't go to the scene to have diarrhea!"

Sister Mei took out her lipstick, touched up the makeup on her lips, and cursed bitterly.

Lan Guijie was scolded so hard that he couldn't hold his head up. The thing about Shanghai City is that people whose letters begin with the letter Gang Xiao are not authentic.

It's just a matter of talking about numbers, but when you go to a place, you have to shout and kill, so you can't control the scene with just a few of your subordinates.

Thanks to Big D, otherwise, I would have met my short-lived father underground.

Lin Huaile watched Sister Mei leave, sat back in the car, lit a cigarette, and thought of ways to break the situation.

Changmao had been sitting in the car, not knowing what happened on the third floor, but seeing Brother Le's sad face, he didn't ask. All he could hear in the car was the roar of the engine.

"How many people do I have left under my father's command?"

Lin Huaile finished smoking a whole cigarette, leaned his head on the back of the chair, and asked helplessly.

"They are all stinkers. Uncle Shuanglin is gone and they all ran out to pass the stalls. Now there are only some young gangsters who are fifteen or sixteen, still supporting the scene."

"Uncle, all the grooms are gone!"

"No one is willing to stand up for Uncle Shuanglin!"

As soon as Changmao thought of this, he yelled at these white-eyed wolves.

If you are rich in the mountains, you have distant relatives, but if you are poor in the city, you have no one to care about.

This is the unchanging truth!

People die in vain, and it is useless to talk too much!

Thinking about it now, Shuangyong Lin has been quite a failure in his life. His son failed to live up to his expectations, his wife cheated on him outside, and he worked hard to send off his sworn brother to the superior, but he did not help to avenge him.

What a failure!

"Dad, if I help you avenge this revenge, it will be regarded as fulfilling your filial piety to my predecessor!"

Lin Huaile muttered in his heart and continued to think about how to kill Taro Biao.

The two of them drove back to Hesheng. As soon as they got off the car, they found that there were more than a dozen bad guys gathered at the entrance of the mahjong parlor.

"Is this Young Master Le?"

Among this group of bad guys, a leader walked out and shouted at the two of them.

"That's what I'm doing?"

When he heard someone calling him, Lin Huaile hesitated, put his hand in his coat pocket, and grasped the self-defense dagger inside.

"I'm a dinosaur."

"Uncle Jin will treat you to a supper and go to the boxing gym in Tsim Sha Tsui to meet his old man in the evening!"

When Dinosaur saw that his true master was back, he did not advance or get promoted. He just explained his intentions and left with his men.

Lin Huaile watched the people leave, and took out his hand from his coat pocket, lowered his head, and walked into Hesheng.

The gambling dogs continued to hunt sparrows, and the birdhouse was still filled with smoke and shouting, just like before they left.

Lin Huaile took Changmao straight to the second floor, entered the room where he was temporarily staying, and threw a few stacks of thousand-yuan banknotes in his pocket onto the bed.

"Brother Le, how much money did you collect from there?"

"Are you going to rob Standard Chartered? Or HSBC?"

The first time Changmao saw how much money there was, his eyes immediately went straight and he shouted loudly.

His father works as a security guard and goes to the dock to move goods at night, and his mother works as a pieceworker in a fan factory. Together, they earn 1,800 yuan a month.

There are many brothers and sisters in the family, and the whole family would have starved to death long ago if they relied on this little money to eat.

The shaggy old mother saw that her children did not have enough to eat, did not wear warm clothes, and had no new clothes to wear all year round.

I can only grit my teeth, lower my face and go to the bone field (pseudo pedicure health care), and become a bone girl, so that I can support Changmao and my younger brothers and sisters in reading and literacy.

Changmao was not the material for studying, so he followed Lin Huaile around and sold some loose cigarettes to the school every month. The income was good, at least it was more than working as a cow and horse in a factory, and he could also subsidize the family a little from time to time.

In the minds of Hong Kong Islanders, joining a club means finding a job.

The boss is the boss, and the association is the company. If we start work on time and get paid on time, the association will never default on wages.

For example, Changmao can now receive his salary from Lin Huaile, and Xinghe's Sijiu can receive 2,000 yuan a month from the club as usual.
Chapter completed!