"Yaowen, you are in a glory now."

"I heard that the signboard of Wong Tai Sin belongs to you, and everyone knows your name, Yaowen."

After returning, Lv Ze called Tan Yaowen and asked him to drink tea together.

Sitting in the tea restaurant, Tam Yeo-wen smiled honestly: "Brother Ze, don't make fun of me. Without your care, I, Tam Yeo-wen, are you nothing, who knows me?"

Lu Ze smiled and blew the heat from the teacup: "I have something to leave to you."

When Tan Yaowen heard this, he felt instantly: "Brother Ze, you told me that I will do it if I can. If I can't do it, I will ask someone to do it for you."

"What's the matter if you don't ask?" Lu Ze looked at him meaningfully.

"Need not."

Tan Yaowen held a toothpick in his mouth: "Half a year ago, I was an inconspicuous little character in Caiming Fan. It was Brother Ze who appreciated me that I have today's glory."

"What do I have to be afraid of? At worst, I can go back to Caimingfan and live in my mahjong hall."

"There is nothing bad for those days. You don't have to fight, kill, eat, drink, and have fun. I can't starve to death."

"I have a kind!"

There was a smile in Lu Ze's eyes.

Whether Tan Yaowen is sincere or fake, he would be very pleased that Lu Ze could say this, and no one wanted to raise a jealous wolf.

"Have you heard about the demolition in Kowloon City?"

"I heard of some, it is said that it has been almost finished."

After Tam Yaowen said again, "Everyone thought it would take two or three years to demolish it."

Kowloon City has a chaotic population, so who can imagine that it can be demolished in more than half a month?

You should know that it is normal shantytown renovation. From the release of wind, to the signing of agreements and relocation, to the start of construction and breaking ground, it is difficult to do it within three to five months.

In fact, Kowloon City has been demolished for seven years and has been suspended for hundreds of times. It is like archaeology, and it is bit by bit.

"Two or three years have been too long, so it's better to have some things early."

Lv Ze said and said, "Now Kowloon City has been demolished, and only twenty-three families are left without any relocation."

"The media is watching it tightly, and no one dares to act rashly on the surface, so I think of you."

Lv Ze lowered his voice: "If this matter is done, the police team will also remember your incense. If you don't say it far away, what do you like in West Kowloon? If you talk about it, brothers will not make things difficult for you."

As if he didn't hear it, Tan Yaowen replied: "I don't understand anything else. What do you say, what should I do? I will listen to you."

Lu Ze was even more satisfied and pointed out: "There are too many people staring at, so you can't use a gun, a knife, or a hurt."

"If you do something, you will not be able to find fault with it, and you will not be able to get rid of it. You must master this size well."

Tan Yaowen was also confused when he heard this.

This is not allowed, that is not allowed, what should I do?

It’s impossible for him to scare all these residents away as soon as he comes forward. He has a bit of a reputation, but who in Kowloon City recognizes him?

I recognize you, you are Brother Yaowen.

If you don’t recognize you, you are Xiaowen, and there is no difference between you and Xiaoliang and Xiaoli in the tea restaurant.

"What should you do? Think about it yourself. Anyway, I have been here for half a month, so I don't care about waiting for more than three or five days."

Lu Ze left the words and left quickly.

Tan Yaowen sat in the private room, smoking cigarettes one by one.

There is no doubt that this is a good opportunity to make a fortune.

Hengji is just a small club, with only a thousand soldiers and only a hundred generals.

If he could enter West Kowloon and bite a piece of meat from Yau Tsim Mong, he, Tam Yaowen, would be the famous big brother in the world, and his glory and wealth are just around the corner.

Two days later...

Tam Yiu-wen wore an old dress and carried a red bucket into Kowloon City.

The police officers at the scene said hello and let him go if he didn't check it.

Tam Yaowen didn't say much and headed straight to a nail house.

This nail house is surnamed Hu. He used to run a butcher shop in Kowloon City. He is famous for his reputation. Anyone who dares to come to his house to collect sanitation fees and gets a knife and chop it. Even the local gangsters dare not provoke it.

After the twenty-three households were jointly guaranteed, the one named Hu became the leader among the nail households.

He came forward to deal with the police and dealt with the developer. He was arrogant and was not a reasonable person.

"You are Hu Fei, aren't you?"

Tam Yaowen knocked on the door and said straight to the point: "I want to talk to you."

"What to talk about?"

Hu Fei looked over forty years, with her breasts exposed, holding a cold-glowed pig knife in her hand, and gestured as she said, "I just asked, I will move a three thousand-foot shop and a one thousand-foot apartment. No, there is no need to talk about anything."

"There is no shop, only this one."

Tan Yaowen didn't say nonsense, and picked up the red bucket and threw it on Hu Fei.

Hu Fei was splashed all over and wiped it randomly with his hands. He lowered his head and smelled it, and said in surprise: "Gas?"

"Come on, I have the will to chop me!"

Tan Yaowen held a lighter and looked at Hu Fei, who was about to greet him with a smile.

Hu Fei's face changed again and again. He smelled the smell of gasoline on his body, but he didn't dare to do it. He said with a hard neck: "You have also been wet with a lot of gasoline on your body. I don't believe you dare to light the fire."

"Gas isn't it?"

Tan Yaowen held a lighter in one hand and a gasoline barrel in the other.

Dongdongdongdongdongdong...

Just pour it on yourself.

After pouring it out, he took out another lighter from his pocket and threw it to Hu Fei without even looking at it: "Come on, please click."

"You're fucking sick!"

The lighter seemed to be hot, and Hu Fei trembled and threw it out.

"I dare not click, right?"

"Don't you dare to click?"

Seeing Hu Fei throwing the lighter, Tan Yaowen immediately became furious, swung the oil barrel and smashed it on Hu Fei.

Hu Fei was smashed and retreated repeatedly. He was holding a pig-killing knife in his hand, but he only dared to resist, but he didn't dare to cut it down.

"My name is Tam Yiu-wen, I'm from Wong Tai Sin."

"I bet on your life today, and I bet on whether you will relocate."

"I bet you will. If you don't want to move, just burn me to death with a lighter."

"If you don't dare, sign the contract for me, otherwise you will bet on whether I dare to burn your whole family."

Tam said as he sat down at the door.

Hu Fei's face changed drastically and he recognized Tam Yaowen's name; "Are you Tam Yaowen who bets on the oil pan with someone?"

"hey-hey..."

Tan Yaowen laughed strangely: "I didn't expect that my reputation is quite good, and it has been passed on to you Kowloon City."

The name of a person, the shadow of a tree.

When I heard Tan Yaowen in front of me, he was really the ruthless man who appeared last year and dared to bet on the oil pan with people.

Hu Fei's attitude softened again and he said hesitantly: "I am not representing myself, there are twenty-two other residents. If I accept it, how can I look up in my life?"

"I don't make it difficult for you to do it either. Call them all to see if anyone dares to bet on my life with me."

Tam Yaowen knew that if he wanted to scare these people, he had to sacrifice his life and ruthlessly: "Go and call people now."

It took a while.

The heads of the other twenty-two families also came.

On the way, they heard about Tan Yaowen’s purpose, and a group of people blocked him at the door of Hu Fei’s house.

"You are Tam Yaowen, why do you want us to move?"

A group of people said in a sensation.

When Tan Yaowen saw it, he pulled out the knife without saying a word and stabbed it at his left index finger.

With one knife, move your fingers.

Tan Yaowen's face turned pale in pain, and he raised his broken hand and said, "Just because I'm cruel enough!"

"A finger, no one dares."

Someone in the crowd muttered in a low voice.

Swish!!

Another knife was cut off the middle finger.

At this moment, no one in the audience spoke, and their faces turned pale after seeing them.

"I, Tam Yiu-wen, are the cruelest person in Hong Kong."

"Today I will be polite first and then soldiers. If anyone refuses to move within three days, I will peel him off. I will see if you are ruthless or me."

After saying that, Tan Yaowen packed his broken hand in a random pack, leaving two fingers long and left.

Everyone present looked at each other.
Chapter completed!