harleyscars Chapter 52 The White-haired Old Man of Dongxing, The Bet
Chapter 52 The White-haired Old Man of Dongxing, The Bet
They hadn't even taken a few steps outside the boxing gym when Chen Fan and his group were stopped by seven or eight thugs.
Through the figures of these people, Chen Fan saw a thin old man in his fifties or sixties with graying temples smoking a cigar, accompanied by two bodyguards who looked like guardian deities.
"Hey, isn't this Uncle Ben from Tung Sing? What brings you here today with your men for a stroll?"
Chen Fan recognized the old man's identity at a glance.
The main reason is that the old man looks a bit like Robinson Crusoe, who has 300 million in bonds, and one of the two bodyguards also bears a five or six-point resemblance to the famous Hong Kong actor Fong Chung-lu.
Chen Fan couldn't think of anyone else besides the White-haired Old Man from Tung Sing who would have a gangster by his side.
The bodyguard similar to Fang Zhonglu is named Kele, the short-lived girl whom Thirteen Sister loved but could not have, and Han Bin's "lifelong enemy".
Another one is called Ah Bao, a guy who prioritizes profit and has no sense of chivalry.
"Hehe, I didn't expect there would still be young people who recognize an old man like me."
Once his identity was revealed, the white-haired old man walked up to Chen Fan from behind the crowd with a smile.
Chen Fan offered a forced smile and flattery: "Uncle Ben is an old hand, a senior, a big shot. We've all been around Hong Kong, how could I not know you?"
With such seniority and such a big ego, he must have made a lot of money.
After all, nearly 80% of the members of the Tung Sing gang are drug addicts, while this loser casually opens a 30,000 NTD bottle of red wine and smokes Cuban cigars.
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Chen Fan felt that squeezing this old guy dry would be a way to make a fortune.
A seasoned veteran of thirty or forty years, holding a high position, can still compete with a camel for the head of the dragon.
A conservative estimate would be at least 50 million.
"Really?" The white-haired old man's eyes turned cold. "Then do you know that I have a share in this boxing gym business?"
Chen Fan chuckled and said, "Uncle Ben, I don't work in the business administration department, and I'm not Lao Lian, so who would know who the shareholders of this boxing gym are?"
"Could it be that your Tung Sing has developed to the point of wanting to change the world? May I ask when Boss Camel will become the Governor of Hong Kong, and when you, sir, will become the Chief Secretary?"
The onlookers gathered around and began to murmur amongst themselves upon hearing these words.
I was just joining in the fun and watching the drama unfold, and I ended up hearing such a huge piece of gossip: the mere Tung Sing Society actually dared to try and take over the governorship of Hong Kong.
Once this label is attached, Tung Sing will be severely damaged, if not completely destroyed.
You have to understand that these gossip magazines are all backed by triads. They won't let go of such a great opportunity. Tung Sing is a top-notch triad in Hong Kong. If Tung Sing is in trouble, they can make a fortune from it.
"Sharp-tongued and quick-witted!"
The old man with white hair hadn't experienced the feeling of being caught in a dilemma for a long time.
He now realized that Chen Fan making white paper fans was not Jiang Tiansheng's way of rewarding and punishing people, but rather a damn precise allocation!
"Thank you for the compliment, Uncle Ben. Director Zha, please let me know beforehand so I can make you a large, pure gold pig as a congratulatory gift," Chen Fan said with a grin.
"Stop with the nonsense. You ruined my party tonight, how are we going to settle this?"
The old man with white hair was too lazy to argue with Chen Fan. If they continued, their Dongxing might be rumored to be planning to march on London and dethrone the Queen.
Li Long stepped forward and said, "This matter started because of me, it has nothing to do with Mr. Chen. If you want to cause trouble, old man, come to me."
The old man with white hair didn't even glance at him.
But it was Ah Bao behind him who spoke up with a mocking remark: "Who do you think you are?"
"you…"
Li Long wanted to say something more, but Ahua stopped him.
"Uncle Ben, if we really settle this score, I'm afraid you'll ruin your reputation in your later years."
The news that bookmakers are bribing boxers to fix fights is explosive.
Among the people gathered around, some were loyal spectators of underground boxing matches.
Even if it's fake news, the audience will believe it to be true because Tung Sing is publicly supporting the boxing gym.
Even if the old man with white hair were to switch places and reincarnate with that Boss Wang, it would still take a long time to build up a reputation to reach the current scale, and he would lose a lot of money in the process.
The old man with white hair thought for a moment, then said with a forced smile, "This concerns the reputation of our Dongxing. It doesn't matter if I personally lose some reputation. After all, we have to settle our scores eventually."
"Uncle Ben is truly righteous. Since you've gone this far, let's set some rules to settle this grudge."
"You are a junior, so I'll give you a chance to draw a line first to show my sincerity."
"The only ways to resolve conflicts in the martial arts world are through individual punches and group brawls. Since this feud started with a boxing match, let's put an end to it with a boxing match, Uncle Ben. What do you say?"
"The rumors in the martial arts world are absolutely true. Hua Daofan is very measured and respects the rules. So, it'll be best two out of three. If you win, this grudge will be wiped clean, and Dongxing will absolutely not cause you any trouble because of tonight's incident. If you lose, I want you to kneel down and serve tea to Boss Wang to apologize. How about that?"
Chen Fan chuckled and said, "Too small, too narrow-minded."
"So what do you want?" the old man asked, frowning.
"Ten million!"
Chen Fan held up one finger.
"The boxing match will be held at my gym, still a best-of-three match. The loser will have to pay the other ten million, and all other conditions will remain the same as you said, Uncle Ben."
"Ha, quite the boast," the white-haired old man sneered. "You've only just become the big boss and you're already trying to put on a show? Can you even come up with ten million?"
"Uncle Ben, I never believed that people's courage would decrease as they get older, but now I do. If you can't handle it, then we'll do it your way."
"Who says I can't afford to play? The question is whether you can afford to bet."
"If I can ask for this, I can afford the corresponding price. If you don't believe me, I can sign an agreement with you and use my territory as collateral."
"Oh?" The old man was intrigued. "Alright, I trust you!"
Ladies' Market in Mong Kok is a very lucrative area; earning ten million a year is not a problem. If you add in the drug and pill business, it can double again.
"Then it's settled. One month from now, at the Mong Kok Extraordinary Boxing Gym."
After signing and affixing his seal, the old man left satisfied.
He acknowledged that Chen Fan was a capable fighter, but the rules of boxing were best-of-three, and he had many strong fighters under his command, plus the trump card of Cola.
Even the old man with white hair couldn't imagine how he would lose.
Li Long said, "Mr. Chen, count me in for the boxing match too."
"Are you sure you want to get involved in this gangland feud?" Chen Fan lit a cigarette and said, "Dongxing isn't an ordinary gang. They don't care about ethics. If you really get involved, you won't be able to get out of it."
"This matter arose because of me, and I can't put you in a difficult position, Mr. Chen."
Li Long's eyes were resolute.
Chen Fan personally came to recruit him, and because he had a grudge against someone and needed to give up his territory to gamble with them, would he still be human if he stood by and did nothing?
His martial arts beliefs would also disagree.
"Then count you as one."
As soon as Chen Fan finished speaking, Li Feng said, "Mr. Chen, my skills are no worse than my brother's. How about I take the last spot?"