Hong Kong Movie: The Positive Energy System of Hongxing Boss

Hongxing Business Consulting Company.

This is Fengyun's preparation to cleanse his own industry.

To put it bluntly, the so-called consulting companies only charge protection fees.

It's just that the name of the protection fee was changed to business consulting fee, which suddenly made it more prestigious.

The consulting company's office is also at Hongxing Law Firm, and its legal person is Song Zihao.

As a professional manager who made a counterfeit banknote group bigger and stronger, Song Zihao naturally managed a small consulting company.

Fengyun said that he would not be allowed to get involved in the dark side again, so business consulting fees were legal income.

As for why every dance hall and entertainment club requires paid business consultation, maybe their boss’s head was caught in the door panel, right?

There is no law on Hong Kong Island that prohibits a boss’s head from being caught in a door panel.

"Boss," Song Zihao hesitated to speak.

Now the boss screams very smoothly, and there is no longer any sense of obstruction.

"Brother Hao, between us brothers, we should speak directly when we have something to say, and don't be hesitant."

Song Zihao suddenly said seriously: "Boss, I found someone bulking up in our place. Although this thing is very profitable, it does a lot of harm to people..."

Feng Yun was speechless.

"Brother Hao, do you mean that I allowed this?"

Song Zihao fell silent and did not answer.

In Causeway Bay, without Fengyun's permission, whoever dares to come in and bulk cargo in his place will have a long life, right?

Song Zihao knew that the profits of that thing were so high that few bosses could control it.

“Brother Hao, go and arrest people for me. I’ll find everyone who carries bulk cargo in our yard, no, in the entire Causeway Bay.

No evidence is needed, just suspicion is enough. Capture them all and I will slowly screen them one by one. "

Feng Yun said through gritted teeth.

Now he is also very curious, who is so disrespectful to him, Brother Fengyun, and actually openly distributes goods in his place?

Song Zihao's work efficiency was still very efficient. That night, Song Zihao led a group of boys to deliver about 10 bulk goods to an underground warehouse.

Feng Yun lit a cigarette, took a heavy drag, and then gently blew out a big smoke ring.

He said coldly to the dozen or so captured bad guys: "No need to introduce who I am. I'll give you a chance to tell you, who ordered you to come to my place to bulk goods?"

"Boss Fengyun, I deserve to die, I was just obsessed for a moment." A bad guy said in vain.

"Someone, throw this idiot into the sea and feed it to the bastard."

Fengyun does not need evidence, just subjective opinion is enough.

Immediately, two big men with dragon and tiger tattoos dragged the bad boy out.

"Boss Fengyun, I was wrong. I was really wrong. I will confess."

However, Fengyun didn't give him any chance.

The greatest contribution to society is to lose one of these bad guys who rush to the streets.

"I've given you the opportunity. It's up to you whether you cherish it or not." Feng Yun said calmly.

"next."

Another bad boy was dragged up.

"Tell me, who ordered you?" Feng Yun asked calmly again.

Having learned from the past, this bad guy no longer dares to take things on himself casually anymore. Facing the Causeway Bay God of Killing, this can really kill people.

"Yes Yes,"

Perhaps, because he was so frightened, this bad boy said yes several times, but still did not say who it was.

Feng Yun was a little impatient. He didn't have much patience when dealing with these desperate attacks.

With one less person like this, the air will become cleaner.

"What is it? It's your sister. Drag her down and bury her."

Being intimidated by Fengyun Yi, this bad boy became more energetic, and he directly revealed who was behind it.

"Yes, Brother Gandhi asked me to sell it." The bad boy finally revealed the mastermind behind the scenes.

Feng Yun frowned. The name Gandhi was familiar to him, but he couldn't remember it for a while.

Song Zihao, the great butler, did his job well. He whispered in Fengyun's ear: "The boss is from the Triads in Tsim Sha Tsui. There are four bosses under the Ni family, and one of them is Gandhi."

Feng Yun became even more confused.

This Gandhi, he was so courageous, how could he provoke him for no reason?

"Did Gandhi personally tell you the matter?" Feng Yun asked again.

The bad guy shook his head again.

"No, how can I meet the boss with my status? Brother Sangbiao, who works under the boss, told me that the boss wants to ship goods in Causeway Bay, so we, the younger brothers, helped him break up the gang."

"Are you guys also asked by Gandhi to come in bulk?"

Feng Yun asked, pointing to the row of bad guys kneeling on the ground.

"Yes, yes, the boss asked us to do it."

These bad guys were shaking like quails.

Fengyun became even more confused.

If Gandhi wanted to break into the Causeway Bay market, it would be understandable if he only sent one or two bad guys at a time to test the waters.

Who doesn’t know that Brother Feng Yun is the eldest brother in Hong Kong’s social circles who is most resistant to flour.

But as luck would have it, Gandhi did just that, sending out a dozen of them at a time, obviously to slap him in the face.

Not right, very wrong.

Feng Yun felt that Gandhi might have been shot without his knowledge.

"Did any of you have Gandhi personally tell you to do this?" Feng Yun asked again.

This time, everyone shook their heads like a rattle.

Some said it was Brother Sangbiao who ordered it, some said it was Brother Dama who ordered it, and some said it was Brother Tiger who said it.

Although these people all pointed at Gandhi, Feng Yun believed that if Gandhi could be the big brother, he should not be so stupid.

Song Zihao also whispered in Fengyun's ear: "Boss, based on my intuition, I think there is something weird in this matter. Someone wants to use the boss as a gunman and instigate the boss to deal with Gandhi."

As expected of a famous professional manager in the underground world, Song Zihao's intuition is quite accurate.

"That's what I thought too. After all, Gandhi is also a big brother, so he wouldn't act so stupidly."

"Ah Hao, look for Gandhi's phone number. I want to talk to him."

Fengyun never wastes his brain on things that he can't figure out at the moment.

Wouldn't it be better to ask the person involved directly about this kind of thing? Save yourself the trouble of making wild guesses here.

A minute later, Gandhi's call was answered.

He is currently playing mahjong with the other three bosses. He has lost money and is obviously in a bad mood.

At this time, when I saw an unfamiliar number calling, I immediately picked up the call impatiently.

"Hey, who is it? If you have something to say, say it quickly, and if you have anything to say, say it quickly!"

Fengyun was scolded for no reason, and he was very shocked. It had been a long time, and no one had dared to talk to him like this.

"Gandhi, I, Causeway Bay Storm."