Reborn in Hong Kong, my cousin is Crippled Ho

Chapter 43: Donning the Black Robe?

The advisor's suggestion coincided with Chen Laoji's.

Both men saw Lin Yuanshan's potential and were preparing to invest in him before he became successful, hoping for a great return!

However, Qiaoxin Bank is large in scale and has sufficient funds.

Investing in small business owners from Chaozhou is a long-term plan of "casting a wide net, catching many fish, and selecting the best to cultivate".

Lin Yuanshan is not an exception. Before him, there were many other Jiaoji people who had received support from the Overseas Chinese Credit Union during the Lin Jingtang era.

Biandanwei, whose business was on the verge of collapse, was gambling everything, whether it was winning or losing, or risking his life!

He lit a lucky charm and took a few bites with all his might.

A few seconds later, his brow furrowed, and two plumes of smoke billowed from his nostrils: "What are the odds?"

The clerk, Ming, walked over and, unusually for him, took out cigarettes and matches from Biandanwei's pocket.

He lit one for himself, and the advisor coughed a few times: "You've already made your promise, and now you're going back on your word. You're in big trouble. Don't expect to be able to get by in the future."

To gamble is to risk a near-death experience; to back down is to face certain death.

You ask me what my chances of winning are? I can only say that I personally think Mr. Lin is the one who has the best chance.

I'm telling you this today; whether you listen or not is up to you. Also, starting tomorrow, I won't be coming anymore.

They're hiring, and I'm planning to volunteer as an accountant.

"Damn it!" Biandanwei spat, staring at Shiye Ming in shock. "You want to switch jobs? You're so disloyal!"

"I'm disloyal?"

"Your wrecked boat is about to sink. If I don't leave now, am I supposed to stay and wait until the New Year?" Master Ming was furious. He glared at him and shouted, "You've made such a huge blunder. If you're too proud to back down, there's only one outcome: you'll have to leave the martial world."

If I switch jobs there, I can at least keep a salary, and they'll leave me a bowl of plain porridge with pickled vegetables for every meal.

If I stay and fail with you, wouldn't we both starve?

Biandanwei was sprayed with spittle all over his face, but he didn't dare to get angry at all. Instead, he smiled and put his arm around the thin shoulder of the clerk Ming: "Hey, it's not that bad."

As the saying goes, even a wrecked ship has three pounds of nails.

Even if I, Biandanwei, am a complete idiot, I'd never stoop to being raised by a loser like you.

The advisor Ming curled his lip, smoked a cigarette, and said in a low voice, "Now let's get serious. You're okay as a thug, but as a boss, your brain isn't up to the task."

Mr. Lin's cousin is Shui Fang Ahao. By siding with him, one can indirectly benefit from Shui Fang's influence.

This is practically your only option right now.

If you've really decided to submit your application, then just do it.

Favors and favors become less valuable the longer they are delayed.

Biandanwei stubbed out his cigarette and was about to speak when the henchman guarding the door ran in: "Boss, Tietou has brought his boss over, and they're at the door now."

"So, should we invite them in, or kick them out?"

Biandanwei's expression changed slightly, and the clerk looked at him with sympathy: "I'll take it! You're really ruthless!"

They could have turned the mistake into an opportunity and given Mr. Lin a good impression of keeping his promise.

Now you're hesitating, dragging things out until the other party takes the initiative to confront you.

What are you going to say to him? If you don't make things clear, this kind of smart person won't agree.

However, if you reveal the true situation of our church, then our appeal will turn into a plea for help.

That completely changes the nature of the whole thing.

Biandanwei stubbed out his cigarette and said to the gatekeeper, "Tell all the brothers to drop what they're doing and rush back to Tuodi immediately."

If anyone asks what's going on, just tell them that everyone's new rice bowl master has arrived and must come back to acknowledge him.

"Roger that!" The henchman nodded with a serious expression and was about to leave.

Biandanwei looked at the clerk Ming: "You scholars always complicate simple things. Come on, what are you daydreaming about? Come with me to greet our patron!"

At the entrance of Da Shun Mahjong Parlor.

Tie Tou gripped the handlebars tightly with both hands, his expression serious as he confronted the four gatekeepers and members of Hong Shun.

Lin Yuanshan tried to get down several times, but Tie Tou disagreed.

According to him, this was before he received a reply from Biandanwei.

For Lin Yuanshan's safety, it's best not to get out of the car.

Fortunately, not long after that man went in, Biandanwei and Shiyeming ran out one after the other.

"Mr. Lin, what brings you here? I was planning to visit you again tonight!" Biandanwei strode up to Tietou, bowed slightly, and looked at Lin Yuanshan sitting in the car.

Ming, the advisor, stood to the side with a smile on his face: "Mr. Lin, I am Ming, Brother Wei's accountant. This way, please."

"Brother Tietou, please, park your car anywhere, I'll have them clean it."

Lin Yuanshan kicked the truck bed, and Tie Tou pressed down on the handlebars.

The advisor stepped forward and reached out to help him up, but Lin Yuanshan politely declined with a smile.

Looking at Wei, who was standing with his hands hanging down, Lin Yuanshan sighed: "Brother Wei, this time, you've really put me, Lin Yuanshan, on the hot seat."

Biandanwei grinned and stepped aside to let him pass: "Mr. Lin, why don't we go inside and talk?"

Lin Yuanshan was not intimidated and strode into Da Shun Mahjong Parlor.

Tie Tou followed behind him, looking utterly loyal.

Compared to when Tie Tou came to return the car last time, there wasn't a single gambler in the mahjong parlor this time.

Even the mahjong table was cleared away in advance and replaced by thirty-six henchmen from Hung Shun.

Wearing black short-sleeved shirts and belts, they stood in neat rows of six.

Upon seeing Lin Yuanshan enter, everyone clasped their hands in greeting and shouted, "The thirty-six brothers of the Hehong Shun Shek Kip Mei branch pay their respects to our esteemed master!"

This display of force made Lin Yuanshan's lips twitch.

The story of being adorned in a yellow robe is something you read in history textbooks, but in reality, even for someone who has lived two lives, this is the first time he has ever experienced it.

Recalling the waist token and red seal inside the box, Lin Yuanshan felt extremely troubled by the scene before him.

After a few seconds of thought, Lin Yuanshan raised his hand to help everyone up, performing a polite gesture typical of business people, without revealing his identity as the young master of Yunshi Mountain: "Brothers, there's no need for such formalities. Today, I'm just passing by and stopping by for a visit."

I often hear Brother Tie Tou say that you all act righteously and are upright in the Shek Kip Mei area, and I have always respected you.

As for providing financial support to the temple, I am truly unworthy of such an offer.

I am just an ordinary businessman, and I don't understand the ways of the world. I am really not up to the task!

I urge you all to seek out a wise and capable leader, and not jeopardize your own future.

After saying this, Lin Yuanshan walked through the middle of the formation without fear, under the gaze of dozens of pairs of eyes.

Biandanwei walked behind and saw Lin Yuanshan politely declining the show he had deliberately set up.

Instead of being angry, he was pleased and whispered to his advisor, Ming, "Just for that courage, I think it's indeed a good choice."

The advisor, Ming, looked helpless and replied in a low voice, "It's no use if you like them; they have to like you back!"

I've already rejected you twice, I don't know what you're still happy about.