On the morning of December 29, at No. 128 Guilin Road, Xuhui, Shanghai, outside the magnificent Huang Mansion, there was already a bustling crowd, and there was a long queue of visitors who came to visit with gifts.
In the Huang Mansion, bright red carpets covered the floor of the hall, and several huge long tables were placed in the banquet hall and on the grass outside the mansion.
Fifty or sixty maids and servants were busy placing delicacies and flowers on the table.
Huang Quanrong, with a dark, sleek slicked-back hair, a golden Tang suit embroidered with cranes, and a fat beer belly, was sitting on the Grand Master's chair, holding a beauty in a cheongsam and gnawing at it, and touched her unconsciously with her hands.
"Boss Huang, Boss Lu and Boss Zhang are already in the reception room now."
"Okay, I get it. It's really boring. I don't know why they came so early."
The butler's words interrupted Huang Quanrong's elegance. He reluctantly pushed the cheongsam beauty away and put his hands on his clothes to wipe them twice.
"My little beauty, I will let you know how powerful I am later."
After taking one last look at the cheongsam woman, Huang Quanrong followed the housekeeper downstairs absentmindedly.
Ever since Huang Quanrong was blackmailed by Lu Xiaojia because of Xiao Lanchun, he believed that Xiao Lanchun was a swindler, causing him to lose five million silver dollars.
Coupled with the fact that the new person was favoring the old person, Huang Quanrong quickly abandoned Xiao Lanchun and looked for another beautiful woman.
In just a few days, he found another young beauty. His father was a compulsive gambler and gave his seventeen-year-old daughter to Huang Quanrong as his lover.
This is the horror of gambling. Selling wives, children, and daughters is too normal for gamblers.
In the living room, a man about 1.7 meters tall, wearing a robe, relatively thin, about forty years old and with a good appearance took the lead in handing over.
"Brother Huang, Yunsheng wishes you live longer than the everlasting pine trees in Nanshan Mountain and may you be as blessed as the flowing water of the East China Sea."
Another man wearing a gray suit and long hair also got up from the sofa.
"Brother Huang, I, Zhang Xiaoling, wish you blessings as long as the mountains and a life as long as the ocean."
When Huang Quanrong saw this, he also walked forward with a bloated body and greeted the two of them politely.
"Oh, thank you two brothers for your blessings. There is no need to be so polite between us. I accept your thoughts. Let's sit down and talk."
A few people sat down and exchanged greetings, watching the clock on the wall slowly approaching ten o'clock.
The three tycoons then stood up and came to the gate together to greet some more important visitors.
"My Excellency Hong Shixian, on the orders of Huang Chen, the deputy leader of our buddy gang, I came here to wish Boss Huang a happy birthday!"
"Brother Huang, Boss Lu, and Boss Zhang haven't seen you for many days. I, Mo Dao, miss you three tycoons very much. I'm here to wish you a happy birthday on behalf of our Qinglong Society!"
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The three people hurriedly stepped forward and exchanged greetings with these people one by one. Seeing that there were more and more visitors, the smiles on the faces of the three tycoons became brighter and brighter.
The more people come here, the more it proves how high the prestige of their three tycoons is in Shanghai.
Seeing that the guests had almost arrived, the three tycoons were also preparing to enter the mansion to entertain the guests. At this moment.
"Beep! Beep! Beep!"
The piercing sound of horns was heard, and three Venice MB jeeps were approaching at a fast speed, blowing up the dust on the cement road.
What followed was a convoy of more than a dozen Dodge WC trucks, SdkfZ251 half-track armored transport vehicles, and Harley WLA 42 motorcycles.
The picture shows the Dodge WC six-wheel light truck
The picture shows Harley WLA 42 motorcycle
The convoy stopped neatly in front of the Huang Mansion. More than two hundred soldiers, fully armed and carrying various guns on their chests, got out of the car in an orderly manner and quickly assembled in a well-trained manner.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
More than 1,400 soldiers drawn from the Longhua Military Camp also marched in uniform steps and surrounded the entire Huang Mansion.
"Boss Huang, if you don't call me even after your fiftieth birthday, are you looking down on me?"
Everyone looked for the sound and saw a young man in military uniform sitting in the back seat of a jeep, playing with the M2HB heavy machine gun installed on the jeep.
The picture shows the Venice MB jeep, equipped with a Browning M2HB heavy machine gun
Although most of the people present did not know Lu Xiaojia, normal people would know just by looking at this appearance that the young man in the car had a great background.
Huang Quanrong was even more frightened, wondering why this second generation ancestor was causing trouble again.
But he didn't dare to say that, but he quickly stepped forward with a smile on his face.
"Mr. Lu, you are going to visit the Huang Mansion today, why didn't you send someone to tell me? Huang would have been waiting for you in front of the door early..."
Lu Xiaojia felt quite comfortable after hearing Huang Quanrong's compliments. The old boy was now enlightened.
"Haha, Boss Huang, I don't dare bother you, a great master. Last time at the theater, you said you wanted me to spill my blood on the streets. What's more, now Shanghai only recognizes you three tycoons, and I, Mr. Lu, am nothing."
Lu Xiaojia took off the white gloves on her hands and jumped out of the jeep.
"I've been so poor recently that I can't even afford porridge, and I almost went to the streets to beg for food with beggars. I came to you to have a meal, and it's not too much to ask for money."
After that, Lu Xiaojia led a security company of more than 200 people and walked straight into the mansion.
Only the gang bosses were left messy in the wind. Huang Quanrong couldn't help but complain in his heart. The five million yuan was spent, and this second generation ancestor came to ask for money again?
