"The relationship between Yihai Society and Number Gang has always been good. Don't let one or two words or one or two people cause discord between Yihai Society and Number Gang."

"I'm in Yihai Society, so I still have some respect." Zhang Guobin picked up the chopsticks slowly, took off the paper-sealed chopstick covers, clicked, carefully aligned the tips of the chopsticks, and reached out to pick up the food on the plate.

"Hey!" Wu Zhaonan gently pressed the turntable with his fingertips: "Boss Zhang, this dish is for me. Your dish hasn't been served yet. Let's drink tea first."

"Prince, you're not going to take food from my mouth, are you?"

"Hahaha, Brother Wu is joking, you ask me to eat, but I am not qualified to use chopsticks?" Zhang Guobin showed no fear, smiled slightly at the corner of his mouth, ignored it, picked up a piece of beef with chopsticks, and brought it to

Chewing with relish: "If Brother Wu invites people to dinner like this, how many people in the world would dare to come to Brother Wu's table?"

"The dining table is the same as in the martial arts world. There are rules and there are different sizes." Wu Zhaonan no longer stopped him, but pointed at him with his finger: "For example, if you sit as a guest, I will be the host. I am the big one and you are the small one."

"This is called respect." Zhang Guobin put down his chopsticks with a smile on his face, meaning: "Respect depends on me, whether I respect you or not."

"Haha, street boy, you are very articulate!" Wu Zhaonan picked up the towel, wiped his palms, threw the towel on the table, and shouted: "Waiter, serve!"

The rice bowl that Wu Zhaonan had eaten was placed at hand, and the waiter immediately stepped forward to clean it up. After receiving the notification, the kitchen immediately served food to the private room.

When a boss eats, the food must be prepared, and the number helper can sit in the restaurant and invite people to drink tea and chat. It is impossible not to prepare the food for the guests. Otherwise, if the world spreads, others will laugh at the number helper. However, Zhang Guobin

The toughness shown by Wu Zhaonan was something Wu Zhaonan had not expected, and Zhang Guobin was tough and had a very tough attitude. He was not arrogant and domineering like yelling at his mother or slapping people with his hands, but he made his position clear and well-founded.

Wu Zhaonan had to re-examine He Yihai sitting in front of him. Sure enough, the newcomers who could stand out in the world had two skills in their hands.

What's more, Prince Yihai is very red and prosperous, his business is booming, and he has great influence in the court.

"Crack!"

Zhang Guobin sat down with his back on the chair, lifted Erlang's legs, and lit a cigarette.

Fulin Palace, the beef is really good, but he is not so poor that he can't afford to eat! As soon as he uses his chopsticks, he tells Wu Zhaonan that it is not him who has the final say on this table! Since he is here to talk about numbers, he must also look at him

the meaning of!

"Sir, please have a meal." Two waiters pushed the dining cart into the private room. With smiles on their faces and polite manners, they brought portions of fish, meat, seafood, and abalone to the table.

Wu Zhaonan held a cigarette between his fingers, put his palms on his forehead, rested his elbows on the table, and squinted his eyes.

"Brother Prince."

"I've treated you badly by inviting you to tea and meals, right?"

Zhang Guobin flicked the cigarette ashes with a smile, picked up the tea cup, sipped tea and rinsed his mouth: "Brother Wu really loves to joke. The more people you help with numbers, the more money you will get. I remember correctly, the whole restaurant is Brother Wu's property, please explain.

Will you treat me badly?"

"That's right, the more money you get with the number, the more money you get. Why will I treat you badly?" Wu Zhaonan raised a smile on his lips, but put down his hand and slammed the table: "Bang!"

The fierce look is revealed!

"But what did you do to my brother from the Number Gang!"

"My number helped Hong Gong find you to do business, and spent money to buy your horse stable. What about you? I pushed him to take the blame. Less than a month after taking over your business, he is now being hunted by the police. Do you know

,How honest is Lai Pihou?"

Wu Zhaonan stood up and leaned on the dining table and said: "He usually works hard at the construction site to plaster the walls and help his brothers get some water. He works hard to make a living with his brothers. Now he has even transferred the plastering company to you."

"But you won't even let go of a small stable."

"The most disgusting thing is that he still owes me 13 million. Now you have to pay back this 13 million!"

Wu Zhaonan waved his hand and popped out the cigarette butt, and said openly: "If you don't give me the number gang this time, and you walk out of the restaurant, even if He Yihai wants to fight with the number gang, the number gang will fight to the end!"

"Do you really think that He Yihai can stand up for you?"

Wu Zhaonan's eyes were unruly and sinister.

If we follow what Wu Zhaonan said, plus the strength of the number gang, under normal circumstances, He Yihai really would not stand up for a red stick to the end!

After all, Zhang Guobin cheated people first and violated the rules of the world.

There are many factions within Heyihai, and their interests are complex.

In order to balance the interests of the entire society, sitting in the hall itself means giving in, compromising, and pursuing stability.

For a red stick to start a war with the number gang, the price paid is huge benefits, the lives of living brothers... When comparing dead people with living people, living people are always more important. When comparing living people with interests, interests always come first...

This is the reason why there are rules in the world, and you must follow the rules when doing things, because only rules can make the community unite, eliminate selfishness, and work hard for the community.

Wu Zhaonan just felt that Zhang Guobin violated the rules of the world, so he dared to talk about killing him. Yihai Society would not stand up for a four-nine boy who violated the rules. It would be easy to deal with Yihai Society's revenge, but Zhang Guobin did not

He put down the tea cup and asked seriously: "Mr. Wu, do you value rules or money?"

He couldn't tell whether Wu Zhaonan was standing up for a scoundrel or to collect debts. If it was just for thirteen million, he would look down on Wu Zhaonan.

"We value rules! We also value money!" Wu Zhaonan replied.

"Brother Wu, Mr. Hei, the host of Yihai Society, has arrived." Jiang Xiao opened the door and said vigilantly.

Wu Zhaonan chuckled softly: "You are really afraid of death, Prince. You specially invited Hei Chai to Causeway Bay. You are not worried about the old man's health at all."

"The prince asked me to come here. I just heard about it and came here to see how seriously the number gang takes the rules!"

"Grandpa."

Zhang Guobin stood up, bowed slightly, said hello in a low voice, and said, "I'm sorry for making you worry."

"It's okay, Mr. Wu and I have been friends for a long time." Hei Chai entered the venue holding a faucet stick, wearing a black Tang suit embroidered with cloud patterns and black cloth shoes in high spirits.

"Since Brother Chai is here to drink tea, the matter will be much easier to talk about." Wu Zhaonan did not panic at all. He sat back on the chair and said in a straightforward manner: "Brother Chai, please sit down!"

"Thank you." Hei Chai sat down on a chair. A group of people from the Yihai Society had already filled the corridor outside the box. Not to mention that Yihai and the number gang couldn't reach an agreement and started a fight on the spot! Who can protect Grandpa?

Go first.

Wu Zhaonan saw that Hei Chai was a senior figure in the world. He sat on a chair, poured a cup of tea, put it on the dining table and turned it around. He turned to Hei Chai, pressed the turntable with his fingers and said, "Brother Chai, have some tea."

"No, the tea served by Number One is too strong to drink." Hei Chai sneered, his attitude no longer as warm as before.

Wu Zhaonan no longer hid, tapped his fingers on the table, and said bluntly: "Brother Chai pays more attention to the rules of the world, because he knows that when we work together to do business, we can be willing to admit defeat, but we can't pay thousands, right?"

"The prince of Yihai tricked my subordinate Lai Pihou into doing business together, but he didn't know what kind of pot was hidden in the stable, waiting for my brothers from the number gang to carry it!"

"As the leader of the number gang, I must show up for this. It seems that for Brother Chai's sake, all he has to do is leave one of the prince's fingers down, and let the prince hold a living table to apologize for ten days, and pay 20 million Hong Kong dollars, and other matters

, I won’t mention it anymore.”

"Brother Chai, what do you think?"

"Not at all." Hei Chai sat on the chair, pressed the faucet stick, sneered, and glanced at the TV in the box.

Wu Zhaonan's expression changed: "Heichai, the Number Gang is going to war with Yihai, can you handle it?"

"My number has helped tens of thousands of people, can you handle it?"

"You, Prince Yihai, don't follow the rules, can you hold on!"

Wu Zhaonan's words were more powerful than each other, and he asked: "This boss! Why do you help the prince?"

Heichai's tone was concise and sonorous: "I am Yihai's seat."

"He is the prince of Yihai!"

Zhang Guobin sat on the chair, his heart skipped a beat, feeling the weight of the Yihai name for the first time!

I even feel the weight of the word "Prince"!

He turned his eyes slightly to Hei Chai who was sitting next to him, and he couldn't help but start to guess in his mind whether Hei Chai knew the whole story and came to help him, or whether Hei Chai would definitely come to help him regardless of the right and wrong!

The meanings behind these two original intentions are completely different.

And does the prince in Heichai's mouth refer to a nickname? Or does it mean something else, the prince of Yihai? Or the prince of Yihaishe?

Zhang Guobin silently retracted his hand, brought the cigarette to his mouth, took a deep breath, and began to feel uncontrollable.

"call…"

This world is too deep.

He can control every business, but he cannot control everyone.

However, Wu Zhaonan was pushed back by Hei Chai's two simple words. A surge of anger rushed to his throat, but it was stuck in his throat and he could not spit out a word.

He finally understood it!

It is not that Zhang Guobin is not a member of the Yihai Society, he is also the successor of the Yihai Society appointed by Heichai!

No wonder Prince Bin never surprised him from the beginning to the end after he entered the restaurant. It turned out that it was not that the name of the leader of the number gang could scare people, but that behind Zhang Guobin stood the seat of Yihai Society.

, stands the future of Yihai Society’s 70,000 brothers!

Wu Zhaonan played deeply with the couple, letting down the anger in his chest, holding the tea cup with his right hand: "Okay!"

Just when he was about to declare war on Yihai Society and desperately try to save his respect for the number gang, Hei Chai said loudly: "Nanzi, the rules in the world, who did the wrong thing, the police have already found out for us.

Already."

"You have time to make a loud noise here and use your phone number to save the lives of tens of thousands of people. Why don't you turn on the TV and watch TVB's midday news."

Heichai showed an attitude of lecturing the juniors in the world of martial arts, and admonished: "The rules of the martial arts world also require evidence."

The grievances of one person are related to the rules of a few people; the grievances of tens of thousands of people are related to the rules of tens of thousands.
To be continued...