"When have I ever said anything nonsense? Honey, you have good taste, but our son is not worthy of her, right?"

Father Gan told you the truth, Xia Tao is so beautiful and capable, there is no need for her to marry a gangster!

"Everything depends on human effort. How can you know it won't work if you don't try? The fishmonger and I were childhood sweethearts, and he's prettier than you. Why don't you think you're not good enough for me? And why do you still shamelessly pursue me?"

Gan's mother glared at him unhappily. She hated people pouring cold water on her the most.

"How can a fishmonger be better looking than me? He is so slow in doing things. He has no manliness at all..."

Father Gan was unhappy, but he only dared to complain quietly and not loudly.

Gan's mother glanced at him, and he shut up obediently, touched his nose, and went out to continue chatting with Xia Tao and the others.

"Arong? Aji? Awei?"

Someone else arrived. It was Wan Fusheng, who was as slow as his father. He started at the same time as Gan Defa, but was left far behind and only arrived now.

As soon as I came over, I saw my former boss lying on the ground miserably, and a former colleague, who was copying the "Di Zi Gui" pathetically. No one was paying attention to my former boss lying on the ground, so I ran over to say hello to my former colleague.

Today, Wan Fusheng is dressed respectably, with a lot of hair oil on his hair, which is combed into a shiny 3:7 split. This image is increasingly in line with his "traitor" persona.

Seeing Wan Fusheng's smug look, his former colleagues felt uncomfortable and their loyalty to the boss began to waver.

Is it true that their choice was wrong?

"How many times do you want to copy this? Ten times?"

Wan Fusheng's tone was one of undisguised gloating, and he was particularly glad that he had left early. Otherwise, he would have to lie down and copy the "Rules for Being a Good Pupil and Child" now.

Everyone was silent, not wanting to bother with the villain Wan Fusheng.

Although he was ignored, Wan Fusheng had one biggest advantage, which was that he was thick-skinned. If someone didn't answer him when he asked him once, he would ask again until he got an answer.

Few people can stand up to his persistent and annoying skills, so -

"A hundred times!"

One of the thugs answered listlessly, saying that after only copying for an hour, he had changed from a bohemian thug to a world-weary and depressed student, with a look of despair on his face.

The other henchmen were the same, all looked lifeless.

"One hundred times? Tsk... You'll have to copy it forever. That's fine, but your waists will definitely be broken. You haven't passed on your family line yet, right? If your waists are broken, your family line will be cut off!"

Wan Fusheng's expression and tone were extremely exaggerated, and every word he said was more piercing than a knife, making these thugs so scared that they didn't even dare to die.

I’m afraid that after I die I’ll go to the underworld and be beaten by my ancestors!

Wan Fusheng glanced at these former colleagues and was very satisfied with the results of his stabbing. Then he changed his tone and said, "We are colleagues after all. Seeing you like this, I feel very uncomfortable. So, let me give you an idea."

"What's your idea? Tell me now, Brother Sheng!"

Everyone's eyes lit up and they urged him on.

"You know the difference between close and distant relatives, right? We are strict with outsiders, but lenient with our own people. As long as you join our Glory Gang, you are our own people. We don't need to copy it a hundred times."

Wan Fusheng never forgets to poach people, because in the Glory Gang, there is a bonus for poaching people, calculated per person, the more people you poach, the higher the bonus. With money as motivation, everyone in the gang is like a chicken with blood injected, and they have poached from all the gangs, big and small, in the city.

Gan Defa was also very trustworthy and did not lose a penny of the bonus. Wan Fusheng's outfit was bought with the bonus, and he also bought a gold necklace for his father.

A dozen thugs were hesitant. In the underworld, righteousness is the most important thing. The most taboo thing is to be a traitor, as it will be looked down upon by others.

"If you don't want to, forget it. Just take your time copying. I'll go talk to Aunt Gan and ask her to do it a hundred more times!"

Wan Fusheng snorted coldly, turned around and left, leaving behind some harsh words.

The lackeys were so frightened that their faces turned pale. They might not be able to finish copying the "Di Zi Gui" 200 times even if they died. They would have to continue copying after they went to the lower levels.

"Wanfusheng, you are so immoral!" someone cursed.

"How funny! I'm a traitor now, so what morality can I talk about?"

Wan Fusheng turned around, retorted in a very arrogant manner, and then walked into the store with a swagger.

When he was a child, he liked to go to the Gan family's tea restaurant and went there almost every day. Gan's father and mother were very enthusiastic and always gave him delicious pineapple buns or pork chop buns, and this continued until he dropped out of school.

He didn't like going to school, so he dropped out and became a thug. When his father and mother found out, they stopped giving him food and looked unhappy with him. He never set foot in a tea restaurant again.

Until today!

As soon as he entered the door, Wan Fusheng greeted everyone with a nod and a bow, and was very polite. Gan's father and mother glanced at him indifferently, with their eyes focused on Wan Fusheng's shiny head.

"Son, the oil on your hair can be used to cook three dishes!"

Gan's father made a joke, then actually got up and went to the kitchen, took out an empty plate and a spoon, and pretended to scrape the oil off him. Wan Fusheng hugged his head and ran away crawling.

Xia Tao quietly stretched out her leg, and Wan Fusheng panicked and tripped, falling forward, but he did not fall flat on his face because he was stopped by Gan's mother.

Gan's mother grabbed his collar and lifted him up with one hand, looking at him with a look of disgust: "Wash your hair clean, you are so slick and careless, your mother would be so angry if she saw you like this in heaven!"

She dragged Wan Fusheng to the bathroom and tried to undress him. Wan Fusheng was so scared that he tightened his belt and screamed, "I can take it off myself!"

Although Gan's mother had seen him wearing open-crotch pants, he was grown up now and he definitely couldn't let Gan's mother take advantage of him.

"Wash me clean, there can't be any smell. A grown man sprays perfume and puts on so much oil. Do you want to be a shemale?"

Gan's mother taught Wan Fusheng a lesson in a frustrated tone, saying that she and Wan Fusheng's mother were good sisters, but unfortunately Wan's mother died of illness a few years ago, and the fishmonger didn't know how to raise a child. Wan Fusheng was very sensible when he was a child, and the neighbors in the music school never thought that the well-behaved Wan Fusheng would actually become a gangster.

Since then, every time Wan Fusheng returned home, the way his neighbors looked at him changed from pity to contempt.

In the past, people called him Sheng Zai, but now they call him Char Siu, even his dad calls him that.

After Gan's mother left, Wan Fusheng obediently washed his hair and took a bath. He washed very cleanly and came out refreshed. He was wearing Gan Defa's clothes, which were fat and long. The T-shirt covered his knees, like a nightgown.

Wan Fusheng, no longer with a greasy face, looked much more pleasing to the eye. He sat down obediently in the corner, not daring to say a word.

Gan Defa came back from shopping for groceries. He wanted to help in the kitchen, but was kicked out by Gan's mother. He had no choice but to go and entertain the guests.

"What's your educational background?" Ruan Qiqi was very curious.

"Bachelor's degree in Radio from Polytechnic University."

Gan Defa's face showed some embarrassment. He had brought shame to his alma mater.

"puff……"

Xia Tao was drinking milk tea and sprayed a big mouthful of it all over Wan Fusheng sitting opposite her.

Poor Wan Fusheng wanted to get angry, but he didn't dare, so he could only go to take a shower silently.

Damn it, I took two showers in half an hour and my skin is all scratched.

Although he had a lot of complaints, Wan Fusheng only dared to murmur in a low voice. He was very timid. He quickly took a quick shower, ran out and continued to sit in his original position, which was just convenient for him to listen to the gossip.

"You are a college student, how come you can't find a job?"

Ruan Qiqi sounded skeptical. The college students in the 1970s were of high quality even in Hong Kong.

"I've found several jobs, but none of them lasted more than half a year."

Gan Defa replied frustratedly.

"So you founded the Glory Gang?" Ruan Qiqi asked.

Gan Defa nodded. "It's not entirely because of looking for a job. There are other things as well. We put them all together and simply formed the Glory Gang."

[I'm sorry, I have to break my promise. I can't even keep my eyes open. I'll take a day off today and update two chapters. After I adjust my state, I'll continue to update 6,000 chapters. Good night]