"Ale, the boss is upstairs, waiting for you!"

The white paper fan in the hall was sitting by the window smoking, spinning a golden lighter in his hand. When he saw Lin Huaile coming, a trace of disdain flashed in his eyes, but he quickly put it away and greeted him warmly.

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"Okay, Brother Jie, you are busy first. When the boss comes down after seeing you, I will play a few laps with you!"

He stretched out his hand to avoid hitting the smiling man. Even though Lin Huaile noticed the disdain on Lan Guijie's face, he still greeted him warmly.

The king of hell is easy to meet, but the devil is difficult to deal with. It is important to do business first.

Red Rose has a total of three floors, with the bottom two floors used for business and the top floor used as offices and dormitories.

Of course, as He Xinghe's only female boss, Sister Mei would not live with her younger brothers.

She has a unit in Wan Chai, but outsiders don't know the exact location. Only her confidants know.

Lin Huaile went to the third floor alone, while Changmao asked him to stay in the car.

There are very few parking spaces in Yuen Long, and the policeman wearing a military cap is soft-handed in writing tickets. He is not willing to contribute to the police station and has a royal air.

In the office at the end of the corridor, the door was ajar, and the sound of abacus beads rattling could be heard from inside.

"Boss, I'm here!"

Lin Huaile knocked on the door, then opened the door and greeted Sister Mei behind the desk.

Sister Mei was concentrating on calculating the accounts, holding the longan-sized abacus beads with her slender fingers, flipping through the bills with her other hand, and muttering something in her mouth, probably calculating this month's harvest.

"Ale, you're here, find a place to sit first!"

Sister Mei raised her head and asked the big boy in front of her to find a place to sit. She would finish settling the accounts at hand before chatting with him.

Lin Huaile answered "Okay" and sat down on the sofa, facing Sister Mei behind the desk, but his eyes drifted to the wall.

Sitting next to the wall was a man with a short haircut, a pair of flip-flops on his feet, and a copy of "The Legend of the White-Haired Witch" in his hand. He was reading it with gusto. When he saw something that made him happy, he patted his thigh vigorously.

A layman looks at the appearance, while an expert looks at the doorway.

Lin Huaile's eyes did not stop at the sloppy appearance of the man beside the wall, but looked at his hands, which were whiter and tenderer than those of a woman.

Most of Sister Mei's businesses are in legitimate business, but that doesn't mean that no one cares about this piece of fat.

Although the legitimate business earns less, there are correspondingly less troubles. Cops will not come to check cards frequently, and they will not arouse the royal atmosphere.

Black money is hard to launder, and people who smell it and want to take a share of it are like crucian carp crossing a river, in an endless stream.

One after another, they went out in person, or wanted to join in under the guise of doing business as a partnership.

Sister Mei is able to hold on, why has Wen Qian been able to have smooth sailing for many years, only by relying on his two young men, the bad boy D and the fast knife Fan Dong.

These two people are considered to be prominent figures in the world. Although they are both disciples of Guo Lanmei, they are on the same page. They quarrel endlessly when they meet and rarely see each other.

Bad Boy D Jianghu is also known as Emperor D. He wears suits and leather shoes all day long, and looks more like the Hong Kong Governor than the Hong Kong Governor. Each of his subordinates also has a suit, which is comparable to the employees of big companies.

This is an act that goes against our ancestors. The younger brothers spend all day fighting and killing on the streets. They wear short-sleeved jeans. They can do whatever is comfortable for them.

He has a good horse boy and a clear suit. If he disagrees with him, he will take out a watermelon knife from the lining of the suit and start a fight in the street. No matter how you look at it, it's weird!

Become one of the wonders in the world!

Kuai Dao Fan Dong is much more normal. He is slovenly and slovenly. He wears genuine Valentino and looks like a pirated version. At first glance, he looks like a bad guy.

Because he is also a bodyguard, Fan Dong does not have much territory. He relies entirely on Sister Mei to make a living and only has a dozen direct subordinates.

But these dozen horse boys are the trump cards in Sister Mei's hands.

When He Xinghe was negotiating with the Bama Chamber of Commerce, the other party saw that Sister Mei was a prostitute, so they wanted to turn the tables and sell her to a prostitute to earn some pocket money.

Fan Dong, who was still unknown at that time, used a sharp knife to kill three good opponents in the blink of an eye, and escaped from Malaysia with Sister Mei.

Then there was a big scene of unity between He Ji and the Bama Chamber of Commerce. They fought for a whole year, burned tens of millions of banknotes, and killed and injured thousands of red sticks and straw sandals before they were completely defeated.

The Fujian forces were driven out of Hong Kong Island.

The man beside the wall is already Fan Dong.

Lin Huale kept Fan Dong's face firmly in his mind.

Even if you can't make good friends, you can't make bad friends either.

For such a good player, the grass on the grave of anyone who offends him is already three feet high!

It was the rainy season, and the room was sweltering. After a while, beads of sweat began to fall from Lin Huaile's cheeks, so he withdrew his gaze from observing Fan Dong and turned on the electric fan.

Being bored and without a book in hand, he had no choice but to look around.

It is impolite to look up at a person's face, especially a woman's face.

He could only lower his head, look at the floor under his feet, and think about what his boss wanted to say to him.

But he couldn't calm down at all. Under the table, there was a pair of beautiful feet, attracting his attention.

They were a pair of fleshy feet, clean and without calluses, with neat toenails painted with red nail polish.

On her big female toes, she held a plastic sandal and shook it up and down.

Full of visual effects!

This quiet appreciation lasted for more than ten minutes.

After finishing the calculation, Sister Mei stretched her sore wrist and pushed the abacus in front of her forward.

I was leaning on the back of my chair, wanting to smoke a cigarette and take a break, when I suddenly realized that Lin Huaile, this little bastard, was peeking at me.

"Ahem, bad boy, why are you so stupid?" Sister Mei raised her eyebrows and cursed angrily.

Women who come out to run around in the world all have the temperament of Sun Erniang, otherwise they will not be able to control the field and the younger brother.

In addition, the students from southern Guangdong are already very angry and have a firecracker temper. If they don't light up, they will explode.

"What? Big boss?"

Lin Huaile quickly moved his eyes away from the alluring feet, pretending to be confused.

Sister Mei looked at it with a puzzled look on her face. She hesitated for a second, wondering if she was overthinking.

But this unrealistic idea was quickly dismissed.

A bad boy is a bad boy, even if his crotch is pulled, he still talks about being aggressive.

"nothing?"

"The club has reached a conclusion regarding Uncle Shuanglin's matter!"

Sister Mei glanced at Lin Huaile and said angrily.

"What did grandpa say?"

Lin Huaile suddenly became anxious, stood up, walked to his desk, and asked loudly.

This sudden change of intention made him a little surprised.

But when I think about the former owner of this body, after all, he has been a loving father and son for so many years, it is normal to have some reaction.

Sister Mei didn't say anything about Lin Huaile's excitement. After all, it was his biological father who was murdered, so she would have been very excited.

"Last night I was talking about mathematics in Fulinhai, and hosted by Mr. Bao from Lian Sheng."

"Xinji's chief housekeeper, Lin Xue, is willing to pay one million as compensation!"

"Let's forget about this!"

Sister Mei knows how to say it, it's very cruel, but this is something that was handed down from the host, and she can't do it.

The Lin family sits in the Xiang family world, and it is the Lin family who are responsible for handling disputes in Xinji.

Lin Huaile had expected this result all along, but he didn't expect that the club would sell off an uncle who worked hard for the club for one million!

Shouldn't we order all our troops and PK them in the street?

Isn’t that how they are acted in Hong Kong and Taiwan movies?

You guys don't play by the rules!

Dogmatism really kills people!

"Boss, my father's life was wasted?"

"He worked hard for the club?"

Lin Huaile's eyes immediately turned red and he said excitedly.

Hearing this, Sister Mei sneered and worked hard for the club?

There are so many people working hard for the club!

Shuanglong Lin was not the first He Xinghe to devote his life to the society, nor will he be the last.

Today is different from the past. Everyone is working hard for money, and who cares about brotherly loyalty?

"This is the best result, silly boy."

"The club also knows about your difficulties, and has decided to transfer your management and promotion to you as compensation."
To be continued...