"Good, Jiang Tian, you are dead meat this time!"
Shu Min, on the other hand, was shocked and frightened. She smiled as if her plan had worked.
Xiang Qiangsheng's intention was to make this a big deal!
This mainland young man really didn't know what was good for him. He didn't disappoint everyone and made a big deal out of it!
Very good!
Very good!
He had beaten Wei Hongliang and slapped Yang Shoucheng. Although he was impressive, he had also formed a grudge.
At this moment, the other two clubs couldn't wait to skin this mainland brat alive!
The ambulance rushed to the scene and sent the injured to the hospital.
However, under Yang Shoucheng's order, no one called the police.
There were rules in Jianghu, and people in Jianghu had their own way of solving problems.
If someone called the police after being bullied or beaten, it would be even more laughable.
After the ambulance left, most of the noisy crowd left.
Only a few people were left. Fang Zhanbo and his female assistant stood side by side.
Fang Zhanbo was in his sixties, but he still looked like a middle-aged man. He frowned and glanced at the young men under the shade from time to time.
He had to admit that he was getting old.
The spirit and fighting spirit of the past were gone forever.
If he was the one who beat up Young Lord Wei, he would probably be on tenterhooks right now. He would have called countless people to mediate the situation.
He would even take the risk of going to Wei Hongliang's house and ask for forgiveness. No matter what, he wouldn't be in the mood to smoke and chat.
Was he so ignorant that he didn't know the immensity of heaven and earth?
Or maybe Chen Zhenming and his friends were so powerful that they could look down on the rich and powerful in Hong Kong.
Fang Zhanbo narrowed his eyes and looked at the three people under the shade. He couldn't figure out what they were thinking.
The female assistant next to her glanced at her boss. She wanted to say something but hesitated.
Fang Zhanbo glanced at her and said: "Do you want to know what I am thinking?"
"Boss, I don't dare to ask you what you are thinking."
"Then I guess you want to know."
Fang Zhanbo looked at the female trader that he had trained and took a deep breath. He said: "I am thinking about which side I should take."
"Nowadays, people talk about moderation. I think it's best not to offend either side. You know the background of the Wei family. Young Master Zhang and Young Master Jiang don't seem to be simple either."
The female assistant, who was known as the new queen of Hong Kong's financial circle, frowned and carefully interjected.
Fang Zhanbo shook his head.
Women, after all, had long hair but short insight.
It was too simple to not offend either side. He could only take a gamble now.
…
The news of Wei Hongliang, the son of Wei Duangong, the leader of the Numbered Gang, being beaten until he was crippled, the Crown Prince of Yi 'an Club, Xiangqian, and the leader of Liansheng, Yang Shoucheng, being slapped.
The news spread across the upper class of Hong Kong in an instant. It was like a stone that caused a thousand ripples, causing a huge uproar.
After 1997, many people, including the low-level gangsters, felt that the Number Gang, which had been supported by the British colonists and MI6, had gone into decline. They thought that the current underground world of Hong Kong was dominated by the Yi 'an Society.
However, not many people knew that until today, more than seven thousand tea houses, restaurants, and entertainment venues in Hong Kong had paid the protection fee to the Number Gang on time every month, and more than a thousand operating vehicles in Hong Kong had paid the protection fee without any qualms. The Number Gang was also involved in profiteering businesses such as prostitution, gambling, and drugs.
The Number Gang, which had more than two hundred thousand members in the world, had never really left Hong Kong. They had already infiltrated every aspect of Hong Kong's society, but they had become more discreet.
But now, a few Chinese bastards had declared war on the three major gangs. Did they want to die?
"Even Wei Duangong can drink and chat with the Chief Executive and the Chief of Police. These Chinese bastards will be brought to justice!"
Someone guessed.
"Nope! I heard that one of them is the Crown Prince of Yan Jin. The Chief Executive and the police are on Yan Jin's side no matter what! "
Someone in the know commented.
Sure enough, the police did not hold a press conference or release any news. It was as if the incident had never happened.
However, these people were just ordinary tycoons. They did not know much about the world of cultivation and the supernatural forces. Their speculations and judgments were limited to this level, so they did not notice the existence of Jiang Tian.
…
Fang Zhanbo, Yang Shoucheng, and Xiang Qiangsheng, who had just been discharged from the hospital, opened a bottle of red wine and chatted while drinking.
"Brother, why are you still hesitating?"
Boss Xiang's voice was mellow and deep, but it was sharp and piercing.
"Jie Zai was beaten up, and I can tolerate it! But they dared to mess with my woman, and I can tolerate it! "
"But now, Wei Hongliang was beaten up, and he is Wei Duangong's son!"
"Wei Duangong, the powerful man in Europe, rarely comes to Hong Kong, but he is here this time. You and I both know that everyone in Hong Kong, including you and me, will give him face!"
"Also, Wei Duangong was invited by Superman Li to attend the Lantern Festival Charity Banquet. Can't you tell what kind of signal this is? "
"This means that Superman Li and the other four influential families in Hong Kong are afraid of the three major gangs!"
"This also means that our resistance and manipulation over the years have worked! We have won the chance to sit at the negotiating table with Yan Jin! "
"Moreover, the Chinese tycoons had bullied the Chinese tycoons in this conflict. Who is right and who is wrong is secondary. The most important thing is that Hong Kong's tycoons will unite against the Chinese tycoons, whether it is because of the old xenophobic ideology or because of Wei Duangong's influence."
"You, on the other hand, are making friends with a few Chinese tycoons. Isn't this going against the law? Do you still want to do your money laundering business? "
It was not an exaggeration to say that Chen Fan was going against the law.
At the Discovery Bay Golf Course, other than Wei Hongliang and a dozen bodyguards, there were also a dozen young men who were injured. All of them were the sons of the rich and powerful in Hong Kong.
Jiang Tian's action was like a slap to the faces of Hong Kong's tycoons.
After Xiang Qiangsheng finished talking, he picked up his coffee and took a sip.
At the same time, he stared at Fang Zhanbo, waiting for his reply.
Fang Zhanbo was a tycoon in Hong Kong's financial circle.
However, to Xiang Qiangsheng, he was just an accountant who laundered money for the tycoons.
In the past, whenever Fang Zhanbo saw him, he would tremble with fear, as if he was walking on thin ice.
But now, Fang Zhanbo looked at him with a half-smile. "Mr. Xiang, who do you think Hong Kong belongs to?"
"Of course it belongs to the people of Hong Kong!" Xiang Qiangsheng said matter-of-factly.
Fang Zhanbo said with a half-smile: "The people of Hong Kong rule Hong Kong and they are highly autonomous. That is true, but don't forget that the people of Hong Kong are the ones who gave them the right to rule Hong Kong! "
As he spoke, he raised his finger and pointed at a valuable tree in the north corner of the garden that was worth more than a hundred thousand dollars. However, no matter who was present, they all understood what Fang Zhanbo meant.
He was pointing at the ancient Imperial City that was thousands of miles away.
"Boss Xiang, Yi 'an Club, Number Gang and He Liansheng are taking a big risk by hiding behind the scenes."
Fang Zhanbo smiled and said:
"Every year, you have received a lot of financial support from the United Bamboo Gang and the British tycoons. If this thing is exposed to the public, Yan Jin will not let you off the hook!"
"Fang Zhanbo, what do you mean?"
Xiang Qiangsheng's eyes suddenly turned cold and murderous.
"Boss Xiang, we have worked together for so many years. Listen to me. The economy is doing well and everyone is united. Don't make a mistake."
Fang Zhanbo let out a wry smile and said:
"Also, Zhang Huchen, whom you've offended this time, is a noble from Yan Jin. He's a Red Roof Merchant!"
"If you want to save your life and the Xiang Family, you should be working with them instead of fighting back!"
"I know, he is Zhang Zhongguo's son. But the Zhang Family has not even made it to the Chang Family. What kind of tycoon is he?"
Xiang Qiangsheng said with disdain.
At this time, the female assistant walked to Fang Zhanbo's ear and whispered a few words in a mysterious tone.
Fang Zhanbo's furrowed brows suddenly relaxed. He got up and finished the cold coffee in his cup.
It was the California Financial Group and Sodoni who worked with Chen Zhenming to short the European Union. And it was Master Kang who defeated the French.
He was Chen Zhenming's childhood friend, Jiang Tian!
Fang Zhanbo's mind was filled with all kinds of information from the female assistant. He smiled calmly.
Xiang Qiangsheng and the others thought that Chen Zhenming had Zhang Huchen and the Zhang Family of Yan Jin behind him, so they had a chance of winning.
But now, Jiang Lieguo was also involved! Then there was no chance for him to turn the tables!
Who was Fang Zhanbo's backer?
Jiang Lieguo was the real tree that could block the wind and rain, not the small tree that could stir up trouble in a small place.
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