Chapter 59: Hello, Mr. Wan!

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"Come on, you guys, step over here."

Luo Bingrun made an imposing wave of his hand, and the several men standing nearby hurriedly crowded around.

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"Dajun, you belong to a younger generation than me, so I won't stand on ceremony with you."

Luo Bingrun pointed to the men in front of him and introduced them: "I trust Haizhu has already told you what business we are in.

This is Ding Zhiwei, this is Li Weigang, and this is Huo Song. They are all backbone members of our Dongsheng!"

"Hello!"

"Hello!"

"Hello!"

Ah Gang and Da Song awkwardly stepped forward and shook hands.

Only Ding Zhiwei knew how to handle things smoothly. He stepped forward, grabbed Old Wan's hand, and shook it firmly: "Uncle Wan, I'll follow Haizhu's lead and address you this way. After lunch later today, I'll accompany you to Tuen Mun. We have several properties there, and I need to show you around so you can get familiar with them."

Old Wan grinned and laughed, "Oh, well that would be just fantastic!"

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Yuen Long, New Hong Kong Hotel.

The Supreme VIP Private Dining Room.

Dongsheng seemed to have a major event to handle today, as a great many people had arrived before and after.

From the outside all the way to the entrance, there was a post every ten paces. Dongsheng thugs in Western suits and leather shoes all wore solemn expressions, their entire bodies radiating vigilance!

Anyone who didn't know better would have thought the Governor of Hong Kong was visiting.

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Jiangcheng,

Right before boarding the plane,

Cao Rui from the Dragon Flame Special Operations Team, accompanying a white-haired elderly man, met with the group about to set off for Hong Kong.

Old Cao looked at them, his gaze shifting slightly with emotion!

He scanned them one by one: Lu Xinhong, Liu Huan, Guo Minghao, Liu Zhongyuan, Qi Lingchao, Zuo Leifeng, Xu Youjun.

Cao Rui's voice trembled slightly: "You are all soldiers I trained. From this moment on, please forget that you are soldiers, but remember the glory you once held!

Executing this mission this time!

You must not fear sacrifice, and you must fight with courage!

Furthermore, keep your new identities deeply engraved in your hearts; you must not utter a word of them even in your dreams!"

"Always prepared!"

The seven kings of soldiers roared in unison, their voices shaking the firmament!

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Cao Rui's voice softened somewhat: "Once you reach Hong Kong, obey Number Three in everything! And remember, the exact way the seven of you went is the exact way you will report back to me!"

Lu Xinhong: "Hehe, Number Three, you've been promoted!"

Liu Zhongyuan nodded: "My Third Brother is still my Third Brother, utterly formidable!"

Xu Youjun: "Third Brother, from now on my Seventh Brother will be hanging out with you!"

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"Ahem!"

The elderly man gave a light cough, and upon seeing this, the brothers instantly put away their playful antics.

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Although elderly, the old man possessed a resolute and steadfast expression.

His voice was ringing and powerful: "You are all fine soldiers, so I won't say much more. Go on then. The past is far behind you; go, and stride forth as the grand open sky!"

"Yes, Chief!"

"Reporting to Chief, we do not fear sacrifice!"

"We guarantee the completion of the mission!"

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"Always prepared!!!"

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The old man gave a grand wave of his hand: "My fine lads, set off!"

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Hong Kong, Yingsi Apartment.

Luo Bingrun accompanied Old Wan at home, drinking tea for a while, and they settled certain matters between them.

The men chatted right up until close to noon before boarding two cars and heading to the New Hong Kong Hotel.

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At the hotel entrance, before they had even stepped out of the cars,

more than a dozen young men smartly ran forward, some holding umbrellas, others opening doors.

Outwardly, Wan Huajun walked with a smile, but inwardly, he was utterly shocked!

Was this... the Dongsheng Syndicate?

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"Good day, Mr. Wan!"

"Good day, Mr. Wan!"

"Good day, Mr. Wan!"

Old Wan kept smiling and nodding all the way, though anxiety churned in his chest. Everyone was bowing to him... truth be told, he had never witnessed such a spectacle in all his born days.

The moment he stepped into the private dining room,

Old Wan was truly, deeply shocked this time!!!

Was this motherfucking private room... a place to eat dinner???

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In a room easily the size of a basketball court stood a massive banquet table capable of seating a hundred people, complete with artificial rockeries and streams misting with ethereal vapor.

Luxurious!

Unbelievable!

And did this table seem capable of rotating on its own?

Old Wan squinted and looked closely. Indeed, the table was turning, though not very quickly; one had to look intently to notice it.

Most importantly, the table was simply too large!

People looking from this end to the other end appeared as blurred silhouettes; one would need a pair of binoculars to see them clearly.

Old Wan smiled thoughtfully as he looked at Luo Bingrun beside him. Heh, was this old man flexing his muscles in front of him?

"Come along,"

Luo Bingrun smiled, tugged at his arm, and pointed toward several vacant seats at the head of the table: "Let's go, over here."

"Whoosh!"

A hundred people stood up in unison, their voices deafening:

"Good day, Mr. Wan!!!"

Old Wan stiffly raised his head and smiled: "Come on, everyone together, together."

Broken-Finger Song silently followed behind this Mr. Wan. To have Mr. Luo host a reception on such a grand scale was something he hadn't witnessed in truly many years.

Just who on earth was this Mr. Wan?

Could he really be just Liu Haizhu's uncle???

Oh, right,

speaking of bosses, Da Song felt even more bewildered.

Wasn't his original boss Shovel-Wielding Gang?

But now,

his boss had transferred him over to Liu Haizhu... which meant from now on, Liu Haizhu was his boss.

There was nothing wrong with that logic, right???

Yet just a moment ago,

Liu Haizhu had told him to follow Mr. Wan instead and not to stick with him anymore.

Heh,

he had managed to change three bosses in a single day?!

How impressive,

haha, hahaha...

...Absurd, utterly off the charts, beyond preposterous. Were bosses always this casual???

Who exactly was his boss right now? Da Song felt this motherfucker was an absolute mystery...!

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At the dining table,

Luo Bingrun domineeringly raised a glass of wine, and with a rustle, everyone stood up, plunging the entire hall into absolute silence.

"This is Mr. Wan, and also the uncle of our boy Haizhu. From now on, he will be specifically in charge of Tuen Mun. Come, let's drink a toast!"

"Yes!"

"Bottoms up!"

Old Wan raised his wine glass and drained it in a single gulp. Holding up his empty glass, he swept his gaze across the crowd and shouted, "I'll drink this first as a sign of respect; from now on, we shall look out for one another!"

"Drink, looking out for one another!"

Luo Bingrun smiled, turning his head sideways to look at Old Wan. This man, and these words—heh, he had some substance.

Then looking at Liu Haizhu... this fellow was stubbornly burying his head in eating, refusing to lift it even an inch.

Luo Nini nudged him with her elbow and whispered softly, "Hey, he's looking at you."

Liu Haizhu's mouth was stuffed full like a hamster's. He looked at Xiao Ni in puzzlement, then back at Old Luo, and instantly smiled with a muffled, indistinct voice: "Delicious, delicious."

Turning his head, he muttered in a low voice to Xiao Nini: "Eat quickly, eat quickly. The food here is so good, but the table is so huge that by the time a dish rotates over to me, it's already gone."

"Here, take this!"

Luo Xiaoni stood up on her stool, grabbed a large goose leg, and placed it in his bowl: "Eat, eat, humph, all you know is how to eat."

That bumpkin swallowed hard: "Little sister is truly the best." Then he turned to Yingsi and said gently, "You eat too. What do you like? I'll pick some for you."

"I want to buy a cat," Yingsi replied in a very soft voice.

"I want to see a tiger!" Xiao Ni retorted imperiously!

Liu Haizhu blinked at the two of them: "Aren't... aren't these the same thing?"

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Tuen Mun,

Ding Zhiwei led Uncle Wan around, explaining numerous matters along the way—especially regarding financial affairs. The group was busy for an entire afternoon before the handover was finally completed.

As for Da Song, he stuck to Uncle Wan's heels like a shadow, not parting by even a single step.

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As for Liu Haizhu, that bumpkin lasted less than half an hour before declaring his head hurt.

He directly hooked the Yingsi sisters along with him, and nobody knew whether they went to look at cats or tigers... in short, they vanished without a trace.

The moment Ah Gang heard there was fun to be had, he skipped his afternoon nap entirely and excitedly tagged along behind the bunch to act as a glaring third wheel.

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Initially, Yingsi wanted to bring Da Song along as well, seeing as she felt somewhat guilty about the previous incident that had inexplicably gotten the man beaten up.

She thought about buying him some clothes and providing some emotional healing or whatnot.

But in the end... the latter stubbornly refused to go with her!

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"——Da Song!"

Broken-Finger Song abruptly raised his head and quickened his pace by two steps: "Eh, what is it, Mr. Wan?"

Old Wan smiled and said, "Let's not be so distant between us. Da Song, those dozen or so people outside just now, were they all under your command?"

"Yes, Mr. Wan!" Broken-Finger Song swallowed nervously.