Inside the teahouse.

Thirty-six tables of banquets were spread out on the two floors. The waiters pushed the dining carts to serve the food and shouted at the guests to make way. More than 360 Heyi people were sitting in the restaurant. The restaurant was full of people, and the upper and lower floors were all in one piece.

It was lively and noisy, and many familiar brothers from the same school clasped their fists in greeting, their faces beaming with joy.

Being able to participate in such a grand event makes everyone feel proud.

Anyone who can get a post and get involved with the righteous brothers with integrity can be said to be somewhat famous in the world, or at least a talkative person in the street.

There are dozens of good brothers in charge of him, and everyone calls him brother when he sees him.

But in the restaurant, there are more than fifty people sitting in the restaurant, with double flowers and red sticks, and ordinary big bottoms. The little bosses are like a sea of ​​people. They have to say good things to everyone they see. Everyone is a brother and sister, sharing the same joy, sharing the same joy, no matter what.

I don’t see the evil aspects of Jianghu societies,

"Dear brothers and sisters, I am the host today Daesang Yong. Why will I be chosen as the host? Because I speak loudly!"

Dai Daoyong was wearing a brand-new white mandarin jacket and stood on the stage with a microphone in his hand. When speaking, he raised his hand to touch the stubble on his head and showed a silly smile at the corner of his mouth.

Zhang Guobin was sitting at the head of the main table, holding a teacup in his hand, making tea gently with a smile on his face.

All the brothers in the restaurant have already sat down, and the kitchen is busy in full swing. Many brothers wearing suits are guarding the door of the restaurant to maintain order and ensure that the ceremony goes smoothly.

Today, each table has a total of 17 appetizers, hot dishes, soups, porridge, and snacks. Each dish is served for 36 tables. The logistics work is quite big. Fortunately, "Uncle Chicken" has already ordered the menu.

We arranged for chefs and rented several rooms in a nearby building to use as temporary kitchens. The kitchen team of more than 50 people cooperated with each other.

The appetizers are already placed on the table before the guests arrive at the table. Hot dishes are served one after another as soon as everyone takes their seats, and the dishes are served very quickly.

Uncle Chicken was wearing a tall chef's hat and an apron. He was patrolling the back kitchen with a big pot and ladle in his hand: "How about the Dutch? Where's the Dutch?"

"Why hasn't the fish sauce been mixed yet? The grouper will be out of the steamer soon!" He lowered his head and saw the chopping board guy cutting ingredients while staring at the poster of an actress on the wall.

He smashed the pot with a spoon: "Chopping board boy! Do you want to die?"

"The chopped green onions are so big, who are you cutting them for? Mother Diului!" It doesn't matter if the chopping board boy cuts off his fingers while looking at the poster, but if the chopped green onions get stuck on Binge's chopsticks, then he will be dead.

"Ouch!" Chopping Block Boy covered his head and screamed.

Uncle Ji raised the pot and spoon and shouted to everyone: "Today is Heyi's annual grand meeting, and it is the first time Heyi has held its first Changhong meeting. The whole world is staring at us, brothers, cheer up

, If you do a good job, everyone will get a big red envelope later. If there is a problem, you will be taken to the execution hall to take care of it. Is that clear?"

"Got it! Uncle Chicken!" A uniform roar rang out in the back kitchen. One by one, the brothers and sisters in the kitchen were all brothers and sisters of He Yihai. Uncle Chicken nodded with satisfaction and dipped his fingers into it.

Put the roasted sauce into your mouth and suck on your tongue with great aftertaste.

He praised: "Today's roast goose is very good. Please wipe the area around the plate with paper before serving it. For our small work, details, details are the most important!"

The two chefs immediately picked up the white cloth and wiped around the dinner plate, arranged the dishes beautifully, and then asked Chuan Cai to serve the dishes. When Chuan Cai and Ma Zai pushed the dining cart all the way to the restaurant, there was a burst of laughter in the restaurant.

Voice: "Be loud and brave, speak softly!"

"I'm on the street, the host is blinding me!" A familiar man covered his eyes and screamed, and there was another burst of laughter from all around.

This year, Zhang Guobin did not choose Brother Yao or Haibo to host the red ceremony. He just hoped that more people from small businesses in Heyi could participate, so that everyone would know that this was not the red ceremony of Heyi Hai, but the whole Heyi ceremony.

The everlasting red ceremony.

The brothers had started eating, drinking, and eating chopsticks one after another. Seeing that the time was almost up, Daosheng Yong said: "Brothers, eat slowly.

Hey, rabbit mouth Pei, remember to leave the roasted goose butt to me!"

"Without further ado, I would like to invite Mr. Zhang Guobin, the helmsman of Xiangjiang Hongmen and the person who talks about justice, to take the stage to announce this year's great success!"

"Wow!" There was warm applause in the restaurant. Daoyong grabbed the microphone and jumped off the stage. He handed the microphone to Mr. Zhang. After Mr. Zhang smiled and nodded, he quickly rushed to the dining table to grab the goose butt.

When the state guest stood on the stage, he had already sucked a goose butt in his mouth.

Zhang Guobin looked at the brothers in the hall, raised the microphone and smiled: "Happy New Year to all my brothers and sisters. It is my honor to have the honor to celebrate the Spring Festival with you this year. Since the Changhong Conference is called the Changhong Conference, it will definitely cost money.

It's red. I wonder if you have any banknotes ready?"

Someone among the brothers immediately shouted: "Brother Bing, I think I have no underwear, I am just waiting for today!"

"Fuck you, your underwear was stripped off last month!"

"Haha, Locomotive, you are such a bad guy!" the brothers joked.

Zhang Guobin looked at the people blowing water and spanking, laughing and cursing wantonly, and he couldn't help but smile at the corner of his mouth. He raised his finger and pointed at a nine-nine red dragon hanging high on the stage, and shouted loudly: "This nine-nine red dragon is nine meters long.

Nine points and nine centimeters, not even a centimeter missing. I wish you a long life!"

"Great!

"Zhang Sheng is so grand!" The restaurant was filled with joy, like ghosts crying and wolves howling. Some small-sized red sticks were even seen in person for the first time. Bing Ge, the leader of Yihai, immediately encouraged and shouted support.

Seeing that everyone's emotions had reached their peak, Zhang Guobin said with a smile: "It's ugly words ahead of time. Shooting Changhong is just a bonus. Anyone who tries to be kind to his brothers, dares to do something behind his back, holds a grudge, or overturns the table just for this bonus will be sent to prison."

Don...the shooting of Changhong begins!"

"Bang!"

On the first floor, sitting at the head of a dining table, Yuan Bao patted the table and stood up, shouting with a bold tone: "Prince He Yihai Daotang offered five million to me and Yi Changhong!"

He stood under the patio, cupped his hands, and said proudly to everyone in the hall: "I would like to advise all of you fellow disciples. I am not looking down on you. There are not many people here who are my rivals."

It was a large number of five million from the beginning, which really dispelled the thoughts of a large number of people in Heyi. To be honest, most societies and leading brands can only spend two to three million to shoot Changhong. After all, shooting Changhong is

Seeking luck and fame, even if some people really want to show off in front of the boss, no one will spend all their money to shoot a red ribbon. Three of the ten heroes of Yihai who want to talk have been beaten by five million

The price is enough to keep your mouth shut.

strength.

This is the strength of He Yihai!

"Old Mother Diurei, she asked for five million Hong Kong dollars when she opened her mouth. Is it Hong Kong dollars or ghost coins? I heard that Yuanbao first opened Yuanbao Candle Shop."

A little man with a red stick in his name was so frightened that his heart jumped.

He has never made enough five million in his life, but the other party simply throws out five million for a red stick. The name of the Yihai Ten Heroes is really worth thousands of gold.

The people present said so, but no one really thought that Yuanbao was taking out ghost coins to shoot. More people were speculating that Yuanbao was not popular, so how did he make money now?

A lot of them!

Tiantangzi was sitting on the first floor in a white sportswear. He raised his hand boldly and said in a clear voice: "He Yihe bids 6.6 million Hong Kong dollars. I wish my brothers and I good luck next year."

"good!"

"Brother Tiantang is domineering!"

This price is actually more than what Tiantangzi had in mind, but as a well-known figure with the prefix Heyi, it is impossible for him to say nothing at the Changhong Conference. Taking an extra two million to fight for the goodwill of Heyi is still enough strength.

of.

He Yicheng, He Yifu and other small-sized restaurants immediately applauded and cheered for Brother Tiantang. Tiantang stood in the hall with a gentle face. Feilin smoked a cigar, stood up in a leather jacket, shook off the ashes, and handed over his hands in a dull tone.

Said: "Brother Tiantang, I'm going to offer you 6.66 million US dollars. I'm sorry, but I just give you the upper hand."

There was silence in the hall on the second floor. The brothers on the first floor didn't know what was happening. Someone on the second floor exclaimed: "6.66 million?"

"Cut it, just add 60,000 yuan."

“USD???”

Wow, a brother collapsed on the chair in shock, raised his right hand with a numb expression and slapped his right face, then raised his left hand again and slapped his left face, his head swinging back and forth.

Zhang Guobin asked in a surprised tone: "Feilin, have you made a fortune in North America? You can donate 6.66 million US dollars in one breath to the President of the United States, and you can still hold an official position.

Why am I taking pictures of Changhong like this when we come back?"

He didn't know if Feilin made a lot of money in North America, but paying 6.66 million US dollars to shoot Changhong was indeed a bit excessive. Even if the brothers had money, they should hide it. Don't give too much to the Heyi brothers.

Pressure, what should I do if those people are so jealous that they go crazy?

With a smile on his face, Feilin puffed out white mist and said, "I'm sorry, Brother Bing, I've been making US dollars with Dagongtang in North America recently, so the bid must be US dollars."

The long-haired boy was sitting on a table and chair across from him, holding a toothpick in his mouth, and couldn't help cursing: "Damn, it would be great if Taiwan dollars were as valuable as US dollars.

For a moment, Feilin came out on top, and Zhang Guobin was already planning to announce that he had won Changhong. Lettuce, who was sitting in the restaurant with Yi Zhong, suddenly stood up on the second floor, clasped his fists and shouted upward: "Master Bing Tuo, how much is it worth to fight for He Yi?"

"Yi Zhong and I have brought together Gao Lao, the rebellious leader, to celebrate He Yi's New Year. I wonder if Gao Lao's head is enough to surpass the six million US dollars!"

"Huh?" Zhang Guobin looked stunned. He never expected that there would be an unexpected program. As the previous generation of He Zhong, Gao Lao ran away and left Xiangjiang early, leaving He Yi Zhong with a huge debt, which he still pays every month.

While the interest is still being paid, the hole in the principal cannot be filled at all. Gao Lao died unjustly, but the key is how to comment on the value of Gao Lao's head, and whether it should be used to make a long-term success?

Zhang Guobin couldn't help but pick up the microphone and asked: "Lettuce, how did you kill Gao Lao?"

On the street, a man in military uniform twitched his ears and couldn't help but look back at the wooden corridor on the second floor of the restaurant. Suddenly, a young and Dangerous boy grabbed his shoulder, took out a Marlboro and said: "Si, brothers, thank you for your hard work. At noon
Chapter completed!