mtl008 Chapter 163: Fidelity
Chapter 163: Fidelity
I didn't expect that this guy could have such a set of tactics when arguing with others. He seems to have some skills.
"Big D, you want to be the boss, but you're not qualified to be in charge alone!"
"If you don't help the society deal with Kunpeng, then you will step down from your position as the leader."
"After all, without the dragon head stick, you, Big D, can only be considered the acting leader, not the real leader at all!"
"According to the rules of Heliansheng, whoever has the dragon head stick is the boss."
"Without the dragon head stick, you are nothing. You are not qualified to argue with me here!"
"If you want to have a say, wait until you find the dragon head stick!"
Uncle Deng used all his strength to stand up with the help of crutches, and he released his ultimate move with a calm expression.
He had already asked Chuiji to send the dragon head stick to the mainland.
I just don't believe that Big D can take out the dragon head stick.
Without the dragon head stick, you can't be the one in charge. Even if you can be the one in charge, you can still delay it by using the excuse that the dragon head stick is missing.
As long as the society supports another leader, especially an obedient one, Big D will be nothing.
"What the hell is a dragon head stick? Why didn't you ask for a dragon head stick when Ah Le and I were in power?"
Big D raged in anger.
Obviously, Uncle Deng brought up this matter on purpose in order to remove him from his position as the leader.
"The dragon head stick is a symbol of the leader. It has a history of hundreds of years and has passed through the hands of dozens of leaders."
"Without the dragon head stick, the entire gang won't recognize you as the leader."
"Before, there were two people in charge, and it was impossible to divide the stick between the two of them, so I didn't let Chuiji pass the stick."
"Now that Ah Le is dead, you want to dominate the market and be the boss. Without the Dragon Head Stick, you must hold a new election!"
"That's the rule!"
When Big D heard this, he slammed the table and stood up:
"Fuck, rules, now tell me the rules. Last time I said I wanted to run for election, you old guys said I wasn't senior enough and used the rules to pressure me.
I! "
"Later, they elected two people to be in charge. They refused to hand over the account books and the dragon-head stick. They have no rules themselves, and yet they come to talk to me about the rules!"
"Now you're going even further. You're going to get me kicked out of office without the dragon head stick. You're saying that all the rules are set by you, Uncle Deng!"
"Fuck, this is a lousy club. If I didn't support it with my money, you old bastards still have the qualifications to sit here and give orders?"
"Pick that star, old man, who do you think you are?"
"When I gave you benefits before, you were as obedient as a dog. Now you're talking to me about the dragon head stick?"
"Deng Fei, all you do all day is play tricks behind my back."
"Since you like stirring up trouble, why don't you come out and run for election? You can be the boss of He Liansheng."
"This way, you'll have the final say in the entire club!"
Big D went on a rage in the main hall, cursing his fill in one breath, feeling incredibly good.
The faces of all the uncles present were black, looking as ugly as they could be.
Zhou Shengpeng walked out, patted Big D on the shoulder, and pushed him back to his seat. He then said calmly, "Brother D, you are still the boss of He Liansheng, so you still have to follow the rules."
"When elders don't behave properly, people just say they're old and out of touch."
"If we, the younger generation, don't follow the rules, we will be laughed at."
Big D raised his head and looked at Zhou Shengpeng in confusion, not knowing what the other party was up to.
Man, which side are you on? Who are you speaking for?
Zhou Shengpeng finished his indirect criticism, then looked at Deng Bo calmly:
"Uncle Deng, I think you are the most polite, well-behaved, and nicest person in the entire Heliansheng community."
"So, all these uncles and aunts respect you very much."
Amidst the bewildered expressions on everyone's faces.
Zhou Shengpeng continued with a smile: "It's good to follow the rules. I like following the rules the most."
"Because people who follow the rules speak rationally, unlike some people who talk like farts, with inconsistent words."
Uncle Deng also looked at Zhou Shengpeng calmly, not knowing what he was trying to do.
He tightened the crutch in his hand, and the flesh on his face trembled.
The voice was calm and said, "Kunpeng, don't talk nonsense to me. The rules between Liansheng and me are not dictated by you."
"Are you okay?"
"It's okay to go back early and eat and drink. Be careful if you go down there, you'll starve to death and feel depressed!"
"Once we have sorted out our own family affairs, we will come to you to settle the account immediately. You don't have to rush to reincarnate, right?"
Zhou Shengpeng shook his head nonchalantly and said with a smile, "Uncle Deng, you're already this old, you could go down to see Lin Huaile at any time. If you're not anxious, why should I be anxious?"
"I'm still young and have plenty of time. I can take my time settling scores if I want."
Zhou Shengpeng glanced at Uncle Deng with disdain.
Then he continued: "You just said that He Liansheng is a club that abides by the rules."
"For hundreds of years, those who have a dragon head stick are recognized as the boss, and those who don't have a dragon head stick are regarded as the acting boss."
"I believe that the entire Heliansheng community agrees with this rule."
"I just want to ask, is the one with the dragon head stick the one who calls the shots with Liansheng?"
As Uncle Deng listened to Zhou Shengpeng's words, he felt vaguely uneasy.
He still said stubbornly, "The rules of He Liansheng are never wrong. Just like when choosing the person in charge, it has always been chosen by the uncles since ancient times."
"Once you're chosen, you must possess the Dragon Head Stick to be qualified to speak. Otherwise, you won't be qualified to speak!"
"This rule wasn't made by me, Uncle Deng, alone. It's been the society's rule for a hundred years!"
"Big D has the dragon-headed stick, so we recognize him as the boss. If he doesn't have the dragon-headed stick, he's nothing!"
After Uncle Deng finished speaking, he turned to look at his uncles who were on both sides.
Then he continued, "Without rules, there will be no order. We, the dozen or so old guys, must uphold the rules of the society."
"Otherwise, since the rules are useless, we old guys are useless too."
"From now on, choosing who will be in charge will have nothing to do with us."
"I now propose that since Big D does not possess a dragon-headed staff and is colluding with outsiders, causing infighting among his own disciples, he should be stripped of his position as leader."
"Everyone, please vote once you've made up your mind!"
"Clap clap clap!"
Zhou Shengpeng suddenly started clapping without any warning.
He smiled and said, "Uncle Deng is indeed worthy of being the emperor of Heliansheng."
"No wonder people say that Uncle Deng can promote anyone he wants to the top."
“I never thought that now I can get rid of anyone I want.”
"Your status is indeed high. No wonder when you were the boss, Uncle Deng, the four major inspectors of Hong Kong Island had to give you face."
"But no matter how great your face is, I wonder if it's as great as the dragon head stick?"
Zhou Shengpeng said this as he slowly paced around the table.
At the same time, he said with a smile: "Big D is my brother. I told you I would support him till the end. Of course, supporting a brother doesn't just mean supporting him with words."
"Brother Big D, I've prepared a generous gift for you!"
After Zhou Shengpeng finished speaking, he suddenly moved the hand holding the cigarette.
Wuying proudly slammed the box he was carrying onto the table.
"Open the box."
Zhou Shengpeng gave instructions, and Wuying came forward to help unpack the box.
Everyone's attention was focused on the box on the table.
A generous gift? What generous gift?
You can't just come up with hundreds of millions in cash like last time, right?
He's using the same old trick again, but this time no one will fall for it.
Besides, the box doesn't look like it contains a lot of money.
Could it be a dragon head stick?
Everyone's minds were racing as they tried to figure out what was inside.
If Zhou Shengpeng wants to really expand his power, it will be useless unless the generous gift he prepares is a dragon head stick.
Everyone stared at the box intently, wishing they could see through it.
"Crack!"
The box was opened by the blackfly.
A corner of an object wrapped in red brocade was revealed inside.
Zhou Shengpeng casually lifted the brocade, revealing a dark stick with a simple shape that looked very old.
"A ghost too?"
"Dragon head stick?"
"Are you kidding me?"
Inside the Heliansheng headquarters, everyone stretched their necks to look into the box.
"Wow!"
After a brief silence, the entire hall exploded in an instant like a boiling teapot.
The noise and boisterous discussions filled the entire venue.
From time to time, there were many shouts of disbelief.
"Dragon head stick!"
"Kun Peng actually found the dragon head stick, is that true?"
The old ghost was the most excited. He wanted to rush forward and carefully examine it to prove that this dragon head stick was just a fake.
Deng Bo's usually calm eyes revealed shock, confusion, and speechlessness without any concealment...
In short, his face was like an overturned dye vat, full of color and very ugly.
Big D was full of excitement, and put his arm around Zhou Shengpeng.
If Zhou Shengpeng hadn't tried his best to stop him, he would have wanted to hold the other person's face and kiss him madly.
"Impossible, this can't be true. This dragon head stick can't be real!"
Even the hands of the chicken maker began to tremble.
He had received instructions from Uncle Deng and had sent the dragon head stick inland long ago. How could it be found by Zhou Shengpeng?
"If it's genuine, feel free to inspect it, or you'll say I'm using a fake dragon head stick to fool everyone."
Zhou Shengpeng casually pushed the dragon head stick to the middle of the table.
Lao Guilei, Chui Ji, Long Gen and others immediately grabbed the dragon head stick and examined it carefully.
Chuanbao was not to be outdone, so he squeezed in, grabbed the stick, and took the lead in checking.
Then he said excitedly: "Really? The wormhole on the dragon head stick is still there. It's 100% authentic!"
"Pounce on your mother, don't turn your elbows outward, let me see."
The old ghost shouted loudly and snatched the dragon head stick from Chuanbao's hand.
He held the stick up to the light and carefully examined every detail on the dragon head stick.
When he saw the traces of time left on it, his eyes gradually dimmed.
Then he handed the dragon head stick to the chicken with an expressionless face.
“It’s true…”
The old ghost's tone was full of loneliness and disbelief.