"Ayu, you finally called me...I've been waiting."

On the other end of the phone, Long Gen said slowly:

"You made quite a fuss this time..."

Ye Yushi's tone was helpless:

"There's nothing we can do, Uncle Long Gen. Brother Jiao was just playing chicken, and there are some uncles and elders in the division.

You have been calling me all the time, all the lines are occupied, and you don’t give me a chance to call you at all!”

After recounting what just happened,

Ye Yushi told Long Gen in detail about his decision to divide the money.

He said with some emotion:

"I finally understand that there are so many brothers in the club, but few of them are loyal.

This time I worked hard for the club and captured Zuo Dun. It didn't matter if they didn't support me. I still had to speak for that Ding Xiaoxie.

It really breaks my heart...I love the club so much..."

Ye Yushi sighed appropriately and continued:

"So far, Uncle Long Gen, you and Brother Sen are the only ones who haven't called me to force me. Sure enough, we are a family!

Don’t worry, Uncle Long Gen. After getting the money this time, I will definitely take care of my family first.

You and Brother Sen are my bosses, I will never forget this!

There is no reason why the money you receive should be less than that of outsiders!

If we successfully get it, these ten million will belong to us in Yau Ma Tei.

Share the money with other people in the club, just because I don’t want to make it difficult for Uncle Long Gen, you and Brother Sen!

It’s just a little grievance... I bear it alone!"

On the other end of the phone, Long Gen was silent for a while and then laughed:

"...Ayu, you are still a little too impulsive in doing things, but you are still young after all.

It's all for the club, I understand you..."

He also said comforting words:

"Don't feel wronged, and don't blame the seniors in the club who called you. They are also under pressure.

Ding Xiaoxie's Zhongqing Society has territory in many districts on Hong Kong Island. He said, if you don't let people go this time,

Zhongqing Society will start a full-scale war with us and Lian Sheng,

But don’t worry, how could we be afraid of the Zhongqing Society..."

Long Gen's tone became more and more gentle:

"Ayu, there are many connections in the club that you don't know yet. If you get the ten million,

How are you going to divide it..."

…

A noodle stall in Yau Ma Tei.

Guan Zisen locked himself in the small private room, passed out from joy, and fell asleep soundly.

Although the mobile phone placed on the coffee table was buzzing, it was completely unable to wake Guan Zisen up.

Ye Yushi couldn't contact him.

Not only him,

The same goes for Ding Xiaoxi. The leader of the Zhongqing Society tried his best to

Ask an intermediary to contact Guan Zisen,

But I found that I couldn't be contacted at all.

Before Ye Yushi made the call, Guan Zaisen's cell phone already had more than a dozen missed calls.

…

Half an hour later.

An old-fashioned teahouse.

A black gramophone from the 1950s and 1960s is playing gentle nostalgic music.

Ten old men gathered together, led by the three old men in the middle.

This late night tea party,

It was a group of fat old men sitting in the middle.

His name is Deng Wei, he was once the talker with Lian Sheng, and he is also the uncle who has the most say now.

In terms of age and seniority, Deng Wei is older than everyone else present.

Even if he is an uncle like Long Gen, he must be called Uncle Deng.

At this time, Deng Wei looked calm and was sharing tea with everyone.

The fragrance of tea overflows,

An old man wearing glasses looked around and asked first:

"Uncle Deng, why are you asking us out so late?"

Deng Wei did not reply immediately.

Long Gen, who was sitting next to him, sneered:

"Colleague, many people's phone calls have been ringing today, I don't believe no one has called you?

You’re old, don’t ask questions knowingly!”

"What do you mean?" Kuanbao's expression changed and he pointed at Long Gen:

"Speak clearly!"

Long Gen snorted coldly, "Don't think I don't know. Your little brother called A Yu and forced him to release Ding Yi crab.

Turn your elbows outward, is this what you do to your brother?!"

"...Ha, can you blame me for this? It's obviously your little brother who is causing trouble!" Kuanbao said in a tone not to be outdone.

Confronting Long Gen tit for tat:

"Since the people from the Zhongqing Society have given up Zuo Dun, we should take them back as soon as possible.

So aggressive that now the Zhongqing Society can start a fight with us at any time.

Originally it was just a matter of Zuo Dun, but now all the divisions are tense.

I don’t know how many brothers will be killed or injured by then!”

Long Gen put down his pipe and slammed the table:

"What? Are you afraid? Damn it, I think you have been too comfortable these past few years!

Why do societies rely on peaceful diplomacy instead of fighting? What kind of uncle are you doing?

Become a United Nations Peace Ambassador!”

The two started to quarrel,

Several other old men would interject a few words from time to time, seemingly trying to break up the fight.

In fact, they all stood in line.

Two people stand at the root of the dragon, and two people stand together to explode.

The remaining three old men remained silent and looked at Deng Wei, who was about to share the tea.

It is not difficult to see,

Among the uncles of Liansheng and Lian Sheng, Deng Wei has the greatest say, followed by Long Gen and Chuan Bao.

The initiation ceremony was also attended by Long Gen and Chuan Bao the most.

In the original time and space, these three people always sat in seat C every time they attended gatherings with their uncles, and when tea was served, they were the only three sitting there.

The other uncles were all standing.

Two years later, Big D also spent 200,000 each to bribe Long Gen and Gangbang to support him in being elected speaker.

"Please tea!" Deng Wei's words made the scene quiet down.

An uncle took the initiative to step forward and help Deng Wei distribute the tea to others.

Deng Wei held the tea cup in his hand, and his old voice was a little hoarse, but full of energy:

"A few hours ago, Ding Xiaoxi wanted to talk to me, but I haven't replied to him yet.
To be continued...