sbdcsierra Chapter 112 The higher the status, the more you eat
Chapter 112 The higher the status, the more you eat
In the office in Yau Ma Tei, Jimmy pushed the door and walked in, followed by Zhang Zhirong and lawyer Mike Li.
"Lawyer Zhang, Lawyer Mike Li, please sit down."
Zhou Shengpeng invited Zhang Zhirong and Mike Li to sit at the reception table.
A secretary walked in wearing black-framed glasses, a tight skirt that just reached her knees, and high heels.
She poured tea for everyone and then tactfully left.
"Mr. Zhou, did you call us here to arrange something?"
Zhang Zhirong asked and answered politely.
"Sang Bo, the boss of the Number Gang, has been sentenced to five years in prison."
"Originally, he wasn't scheduled to be released from prison for six months. I'd like you to use your connections and find a way to get him released early."
"Here are his files and information."
Zhou Shengpeng gave each of the two lawyers a copy of the information.
In the original novel, Sang Bo took advantage of the loopholes in the files and found an opportunity to be released from prison early. He just moved the time forward.
Five minutes later, the two had finished reading the file carefully.
"Mr. Zhou, this Mr. Sang Bo's file already has loopholes. It won't be difficult to get him out in advance."
Zhang Zhirong smiled with confidence.
McLee also nodded and said, "Even if there is no money, it can be easily solved. I can use my connections and get a certificate of good performance."
"Or buy some credit and put it under Sangbo's name."
"That's fine. I can use my connections at the prison to get out early and get some fresh air."
Zhou Shengpeng listened to the two people's opinions and was very satisfied: "Mike, your Hong Kong accent is getting better and better."
"I'll leave this matter to you two. I want to see Sang Bo as soon as possible."
Zhang Zhirong and Mike responded immediately: "No problem, you can see Sang Bo tonight at the earliest."
Zhou Shengpeng finished speaking and gave each of them a check for one million yuan: "It's just a small token of my appreciation. Thank you for your hard work, lawyers."
Zhang Zhirong looked at the number on the check and smiled: "Mr. Zhou, we are happy to go the extra mile."
After saying that, Lawyer Zhang folded the check and put it in his briefcase. Then he and Mike stood up and left Zhou Shengpeng's office.
"Brother Peng, with Hongtai hanging over our heads, why aren't we focusing on recruiting more henchmen instead of rescuing a member of the Number Gang?"
Jimmy took a sip of tea, feeling a little confused.
"We will go to war with Hongtai in a week at most. How many people do you think we can recruit now?"
Zhou Shengpeng fiddled with the lighter in his hand and asked.
"If they're willing to pay, it shouldn't be difficult to hire three to five hundred people, but the quality is..."
Jimmy thought for a moment and said.
The serious gangsters have already paid their respects to the boss. Throughout the year, there are so many clubs recruiting people that they can never recruit enough.
The blue lanterns that make up the numbers are much simpler, but their combat power is also average.
"Hongtai has a total of six branches, two major bases, and at least eight groups of people. Even if each group has an average of 500 people, there are nearly 4,000 people who can be dragged out for a real fight."
"How many of us are there? If we all come out in force, can we gather three thousand people?"
Zhou Shengpeng looked at Jimmy with crystal eyes and asked back.
Jimmy was speechless for a moment. They have always valued quality over quantity.
The total number of truly powerful henchmen is less than 1,500.
Including his various younger brothers, there are only a little over two thousand at most.
As for the other guys who are responsible for guarding the site, parking the vehicles, and unloading the goods, even if all of them were pulled together, there would still be less than a thousand people, which is not enough to be of any use.
If Hongtai really mobilized the entire society, it would be half the goal of 857.
"If it really doesn't work, like before, we can borrow soldiers at a high price. Is that okay?"
Zhou Shengpeng smiled and took a sip of tea: "Jimmy, you are first-rate in business, but you are still too young to join a gang."
"Hongtai is not a sunset society like Hetu. They have a deep foundation and rich background. Borrowing troops on a large scale will not work."
"We have to take them by surprise and attack them when they are unprepared, only then can we completely defeat them."
"Sang Bo is one of the key points."
Zhou Shengpeng reheated the water in the kettle, and it began to boil, with steam bubbling out.
His figure in the steam grew blurry, and Jimmy felt even more uncertain.
"Sang Bo's imprisonment is related to the Crown Prince five years ago. He was blinded by Wei Jixiang, one of the Crown Prince's men."
"He's a vicious and cruel man. He spent five years in jail for nothing and even lost an eye. With such a deep hatred, he will definitely not let Prince go after he is released."
"Under the management of his headmaster, the Number Gang has developed well in recent years and can produce at least 800 people."
"I'm going to let this mad dog out first and let it bite Hongtai. Then it will be much easier for us to take action."
After listening to this, Jimmy took a deep breath.
Zhou Shengpeng is not only good at identifying people, but also good at using them. Putting the right people in the right places can maximize their energy.
It's great to kill someone with a borrowed knife.
Coupled with the rebellion of Wei Jixiang, Hongtai can be said to be facing internal and external troubles.
"But even with Wei Jixiang and Sang Bo, plus us, our chances of defeating Hong Tai are still insufficient."
Jimmy thought for a moment and asked with a frown.
"So, you will take me to the teahouse to meet someone later. He is also very important."
Zhou Shengpeng kept the question in suspense and said with a smile.
Half an hour later, Jimmy drove Zhou Shengpeng to Luk Yu Tea House on Stanley Street in Central.
This teahouse has several decades of history and has three floors in total.
The first floor is the reception area for individual travelers, and the second and third floors are the group reception areas.
Guests who do not want to be disturbed can set up a separate room in this area to discuss matters.
In addition to the special tea, the dim sum in Lu Yu Teahouse is also first-class.
Especially some of the dim sum dishes that other restaurants find troublesome and have complicated processes.
For example, the steamed buns with chicken balls, lotus rice with shrimps, and Yunnan ham and dace fish fillets are all very rare and absolutely unique.
Zhou Shengpeng made an appointment here, of course not for the tea and snacks, he came here for the privacy.
To discuss matters, they enter through the back door and then go to their own separate private rooms without being disturbed by anyone.
"Sir, do you have an appointment?"
The girl in uniform led the way and asked.
Generally speaking, if you want to go to the private rooms at Lu Yu Teahouse, you have to make a reservation in advance.
"I have a reservation. My last name is Zhou and I'm in the Tiandi No. 1 box." Zhou Shengpeng gave his name directly.
The younger sister flipped through the appointment book, ticked the box behind Tiandi No. 1, and led Zhou Shengpeng into the box.
This box is next to the window and has good lighting.
Through the glass, you can see the bustling scene outside, but you can't see inside from the outside.
Zhou Shengpeng ordered a pot of Zhengshan Xiaozhong tea and asked the waiter to bring some tea and snacks. Then he sat down and waited quietly for someone to come.
"Brother Peng, don't keep us in suspense. Who are we waiting for?"
Jimmy couldn't help but ask out of curiosity.
"An old acquaintance, you know him. We've worked together once before, in the Hongxing Dafei." Zhou Shengpeng took a sip of tea and answered directly.
"Da Fei? Ahem, his style is more suitable for bars, not so good for tea."
Jimmy nearly spit out a mouthful of tea.
Zhou Shengpeng made an appointment in such an elegant place. He thought it was some big shot who knew tea, but it turned out to be Da Fei, a wanderer.
Don’t talk about ghosts in front of people, and don’t talk about people behind their backs.
As soon as Jimmy finished speaking, Dafei pushed the door open and walked in carelessly.
He had long hair that hadn't been washed for a few days, and he was picking his nose while laughing:
"Thirteenth Hall Master, you have good taste. Meeting in a place like this is very consistent with my gentlemanly image."
Hearing Dafei's words, Zhou Shengpeng couldn't help but sneer: "Wow, can you take some responsibility for your words? Even Jimmy would laugh at you."
"With your messy hair, you're still a gentleman, what a gentleman."
Zhou Shengpeng teased Da Fei, but he laughed instead of getting angry:
"Hahaha, everyone knows that you are the eldest brother and I am not. Wearing a suit and tie makes you look more gentlemanly."
"I'll try to be more open-minded and avant-garde, and keep up with the latest fashion trends. Then I'll be a handsome guy too, right?"
Just as the two of them despised and teased each other.
The waitress came over with a plate and served them some snacks.
Then he quietly left the box.
Zhou Shengpeng personally poured a cup of tea for Dafei and handed it to him: "Try it, it's top-quality Zhengshan Xiaozhong, tanned by a master himself, the taste is absolutely authentic."
Da Fei picked up the cup and drank it all in one gulp, saying carelessly, "Good tea, good tea."
Jimmy looked at Dafei suspiciously: "Do you know anything about tea?"
"Jimmy, you're not going to reveal it. I don't know shit about tea. I only know the price. If this tea costs thousands of yuan per pound, it must be good."
Dafei is not pretentious and speaks honestly.
Jimmy was choked. He didn't expect the other party to admit it so frankly.
"Actually, tea itself has packaging. Good tea isn't necessarily expensive, and expensive tea isn't necessarily good."
“Some lesser-known teas might be sweeter than those that cost tens of thousands of yuan per ounce.”
Zhou Shengpeng took a sip and said meaningfully.
Da Fei was slightly stunned. Obviously, Zhou Shengpeng was hinting at something, and his words were full of hidden meaning. He was uneducated, but not stupid.
So he said, "Brother Peng, don't beat around the bush. I haven't even graduated from primary school yet. I don't understand your flowery talk."
"Just tell me, is there something you want to talk to me about?"
Zhou Shengpeng didn't beat around the bush. He put down his teacup and got straight to the point:
"Da Fei, you started hanging out in the underworld at the age of fourteen, and have been involved in many societies."
"I joined Hongxing at the age of 19. It has been five or six years now, and I am still a big shot."
"You should know very well that if you want greater freedom, you have to have more rights. I can't think of any other way except being the big brother."
At this point, Zhou Shengpeng paused and said, "Tell me, do you want to be the big brother?"
"Dong dong dong dong."
Da Fei's playful smile gradually froze, and his heart began to beat violently.
Who doesn’t want to be the big brother?
He has been in gangs for so many years, and has been promoted to many different gangs. Finally, he came to Hongxing, but he was just a small-time gang leader and was always inferior to others.
Hong Kong Island’s social groups and groups all have a pyramid structure.
The closer you are to the top, the higher your status and the more you eat.
The lower you go, the lower your status is and the less you eat.