V2.Chapter 253

When Wang Fan got dressed up and came to the hall on the first floor from the second floor, all the big brothers of Sihai gang who had arrived at the teahouse had been waiting in the hall for almost an hour, but they didn't take a sip of the tea in front of them.

"Brother fan!" Sitting in the closest position to the stairs, Tyrone was the first to stand up and greet Wang Fan with a smile.

The other little brothers, seeing Wang Fan's amiable appearance, all stood up with a smile and yelled at Wang Fan: "brother fan, good!"

"Sit down!"

After shaking the gold watch on his wrist, Wang Fan said casually.

When they heard Wang Fan's words, they didn't sit down. Instead, they looked at Wang Fan in unison. Only when Wang Fan sat in his place did these little brothers dare to put their buttocks on the chair.

Wang Fan's face sank, his brow slightly wrinkled, and his eyes swept the crowd sharply.

It was like being electrocuted. As soon as their buttocks were close to the chair, they immediately stood up one by one under the scanning of Wang Fan.

Maybe the standard of a successful man is that no one dares to move chopsticks unless you are present.

But men's real domineering, must be in front of you, all people can only stand solemn.

The gloomy Wang Fan lit a cigarette and didn't let the people sit down. After smoking a cigarette, he said in a low voice: "Uncle Hai was hurt by the traitor crow. Do you know about this?"

"Van Gogh, we know about it!" Tyrone said first.

Not long ago, Tailong made it clear in the teahouse that he would have to go back and consider carefully whether to follow Wang fan or not.

But in front of him, he became the first one to flatter Wang Fan.

The world has changed, so has the world.

Nowadays, the underworld world is a place where people speak with strength. There is no worldly sophistication or affection here. There are only swords and intrigues.

Wang fan doesn't need to talk about feelings with these people.

Because he was very clear in his heart, just before the crow and uncle Hai had an accident, all the people here had been treating him as an enemy, hoping that he would step on his feet.

Although a lot of people here have a good relationship with Nange before, and they also have friendship with Wang Fan, but all of these have not changed his attitude towards Wang Fan before.

"Now that everyone knows about it, I won't waste any more time!"

Wang Fan flicked the ash, cocked his legs and looked at the crowd, his voice was still low.

Hearing Wang Fan say so, everyone knows that the next words are the most important.

For a moment, the whole teahouse was silent. Even the breathing of these people was much lower than usual. It was really worrying that someone would suffocate and die suddenly in the hall of the teahouse because of excessive tension.

After clearing his throat, Wang Fan said with a sneer: "all the fields under uncle Hai's name will be covered by me in the future. If you are willing to follow me, you can support the teahouse business more."

Speaking of this, Wang Fan glanced at the faces of all the people, and then said, "my words are over. Do you have any opinions?"

Hu Xiaomei, standing at the counter of the teahouse, immediately winked at the waiter in the counter when Wang Fan finished speaking.

Two young girls who had been waiting in the counter for a long time took several tea bags under the counter to the counter.

The golden tea bag is printed with a black pattern. In the pattern, the Bodhisattva of Tibet sits with his eyes closed, holding the Dharma formula in his hands, which is lifelike.

This is a batch of tea bags specially made by Hu Xiaomei under the instruction of Wang Fan. It is specially used to replace the tea bags used by Sihai Gang after he takes over Sihai gang.

The golden tea bag looks even bigger, which means that it is valuable.

The pattern printing of Bodhisattva dizang represents Wang Fan's position in the underworld. Just like Bodhisattva dizang in purgatory, he is always on top of their demons, paying attention to their every move and punishing their every fault.

Everyone's eyes are fixed on the tea bag on the counter. They are very clear that a new era of the underworld in H city has begun from this moment.

"Brother fan, how much is this tea bag?" Tyrone asked cautiously.

Other little brothers are also very concerned about this problem. They all look at Wang Fan and wait for him to give an answer.

Choking out the cigarette in his hand, Wang Fan looked at Tailong and said with a smile: "a tea bag of 100000 yuan!"

"Brothers, brother fan only prepared ten tea bags for you." Hu Xiaomei waved her arm and swept the tea bag with her slender fingers.

Hearing Hu Xiaomei say that there are only ten tea bags, the little brothers in the hall are stunned and look at Wang Fan in surprise.

Wang Fan, who was sitting there drinking tea, was very satisfied with the surprise of these people. He put down his cup and looked at Tyrone, who was nearest to him. He asked, "alon, do you have any questions?"

Seeing that Wang Fan only asked himself, Tailong's heart was both surprised and happy. He was so surprised that he didn't know what Wang Fan wanted to do. He was glad that Wang Fan was the first one to talk to him, which also showed that he valued Wang Fan more than others.

Tyrone, who didn't dare to be slighted, said with a smile: "brother fan, it seems that the money is more. When Uncle Hai was there, the brothers only paid 10000 yuan a month."

"Yes, it's hard to do business in casinos now. How can this money be made so easily?"

"100000 yuan! I don't make half a month. "

"There are only ten tea bags. What does that mean? With so many of us, do we have to make monthly payments together? "

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Tyrone's words attracted people's whispers, but the most concern was that there were only ten tea bags.

As the largest gang in H City, Sihai gang has a lot of territory and a lot of people, so there are more than ten of them.

But now there are only ten tea bags, which makes them feel uneasy.

As the most powerful one among the people, Tyrone naturally doesn't care about the number of tea bags. What he cares about most is the handing in of monthly money and Wang Fan's attitude towards him.

Although Wang Fan asked Tyrone's advice with a smile, he did not answer his question. Instead, he turned his eyes to other people and asked with a smile, "there are too many sites in Sihai gang. I don't think it's easy to manage, so I'm going to integrate them and make them perfect. Do you have any opinions?"

"Brother fan, what's the integration method?" A humble little big brother in the crowd asked.

Wang Fan, who had already stood up, said with a smile: "natural selection, tomorrow before noon, people who can come to me alive to take tea bags are qualified to ask me this question!"