In the next second, everyone looked at the two Dragon Head Cudgels that had fallen to the ground. It was unbelievable.
He saw that after Le's branch was broken, it was just some hollow solid wood.
As for the other Zhang Wenbiao, there was an ancient scroll tied up with a red rope hidden inside.
" What the hell is going on? I've been in the club for 30 years, but I've never heard of any secrets in the Dragon Head Rod! What exactly is that scroll?"
"Could it be some kind of treasure?" In that case, wouldn't Ah Biao be rich? If we follow Ah Biao, we can eat and drink well!”
"What…What's going on?!" Was there really a secret hidden in the Dragon Head Rod? Le, you…"
"Old man, are you ignorant?" Let's see how you're going to clean this up! I already told you, Ah Biao can take us to the moon!”
"I'll pounce on your mother!" Don't be so smug. Uncle Deng hasn't said anything yet!”
All the people who had supported Ah Biao heaved a sigh of relief. They showed a proud attitude and wore smugness on their faces.
"Uncle Deng is wise. You can tell whether it's a dragon or a worm with a single look. Ah Biao won this court battle.”
On the other hand, those who supported Le were in a very different situation. They lowered their heads and looked at Le in disappointment.
"Le, what do you want us to say about you? The Dragon Head Staff is a symbol of status. How could you forge it? It's a waste of our high hopes for you.”
Le also became a little manic. He had never expected Uncle Deng to have such a trick up his sleeve.
He shot himself in the foot. He closed his eyes and recalled his past life.
From the moment he entered the Union, to the moment he showed his talents, to now, he was fighting for the position of the person in charge.
Twenty years…
Coldness, belittlement, glory, admiration.
And now, he had nothing.
He was defeated, utterly defeated.
In front of Uncle Deng and all the elders, he revealed his true self.
From now on, he would no longer be the one in charge…
Zhang Wenbiao looked at the scene in front of him calmly, as if he had already expected this outcome. He smiled at Le.
Although there was no such scene in the movie, every club had crouching tigers and hidden dragons.
Those who usually looked quite leisurely, sitting at home and blowing the air-conditioning, doing nothing.
In fact, they were all very capable.
Lin Huaile's mistake was that he shouldn't have looked down on the existence of such a person.
Uncle Deng had been in the club for sixty years. All the elders respected him. Almost all the matters that the club could not resolve, regardless of how big or small, would come to ask for his opinion.
Take the controversy of the person in charge for example.
On the surface, he supported Le, but in reality, it was for the club.
As long as the club was stable and prosperous, it didn't matter who was in charge.
However, if anyone committed a crime, he would not hesitate to expose them on the spot.
The Dragon Head Staff had been passed down from generation to generation for hundreds of years.
Could it be an ordinary rod?
……
Uncle Deng looked at the shattered sticks on both sides of his face. Then, he picked up the scroll on his left and fell silent for a while.
A few seconds later, like a very solemn ceremony, he came to Zhang Wenbiao's side and personally handed it to him.
She patted the back of his hand and changed her attitude towards him. She said with admiration,
"Ah Biao, Uncle Deng has wronged you. I'll apologize to you first.”
He had always thought highly of Le.
He had thought that Zhang Wenbiao was playing tricks on him, but in the end, it turned out that Lin Huaile, whom he had always valued, had always been a hypocrite.
Ah Biao was the one who was truly honest.
Not only did the person in charge of the association have to look at their strength, but their character was also very important.
What kind of people influenced what kind of environment and what kind of ethos they led to.
Zhang Wenbiao didn't lie. Just based on this point, Uncle Deng was willing to support him as the person in charge of this year's event.
"This set of scrolls is the secret of the Dragon Head Staff.”
"The predecessor of the Harmony Association was the Hong Sect, which originated from the Qing Dynasty.”
"It looks like an ordinary civil uprising, but in fact, it has accumulated a certain amount of wealth.”
"I only found out about this secret when I took over as the person in charge.”
"At that time, Master was afraid that there would be a riot in He Lianshe because of this, so he repeatedly instructed me not to tell this secret to anyone.”
"Just treat it as an ordinary token, passed down from generation to generation.”
"But today, someone took the authority of the club as a joke and trampled on it at will.”
"I have to say this.”
"This is a treasure map. It was brought over from the Hong Triad by 'Blackfoot', but he had never been willing to use it.”
"I'm passing it to you now. I hope you can make good use of it and lead the club to develop and grow in the future.”
Zhang Wenbiao hesitated for a few minutes before he took the scroll with both hands. He looked at Uncle Deng and said with certainty," Don't worry, I'll definitely make good use of this wealth to manage the club.”
"That's good." Uncle Deng smiled charmingly.
After looking at Zhang Wenbiao with admiration for a long time, he turned around and glanced at Le with a straight face.
"Lin Huaile, are you letting me down?”
" I…" Lin Huaile wanted to say something but stopped. He opened his mouth and then quickly closed it. After repeating it a few times, he lowered his head." The winner is king, and the loser is a bandit. Since the facts are already in front of me, I have nothing to say."”
"Uncle Deng, do as you see fit."
There would always be such a day. Ever since he had just started out, Lin Huaile had already thought that such a day would come.
They would either sit at the top and look down on the others.
One foot in prison and one foot in the coffin.
However, his only regret was that he couldn't watch his son grow up…
Uncle Deng pursed his lips and felt a little disappointed that he had failed to meet his expectations. He slapped him and said,
"Alright, since you don't know how to repent, we'll punish you according to the family rules later.”
The family rules were the vows that Zhang Wenbiao had told Chen Haonan.
Lin Huaile's actions were enough to be hacked to death by ten thousand knives.
In an instant, the atmosphere in the room became a little dark and quiet.
All the elders looked at Uncle Deng. Some praised him, while others shook their heads in pity.
However, they had one thing in common-they no longer valued Le.
Some of the people who originally supported Le, including Old Frail, were all thinking whether they should go to Zhang Wenbiao's house and apologize after leaving Uncle Deng's house.
String Explosion was the proudest. He purposely spat on Old Frail's shoes and said,"
"Old man, didn't you say that Le would lead you into Tsimshatsui?”
"How can you fight with this attitude? You're bragging to the point of Mars!"
"Aren't you afraid of being burned by the fire on Mars?”
Old Frail was not convinced. He wanted to scold him, but he hesitated before he could open his mouth.
The current situation was almost destined. If he spoke up for Le again, it would only be disadvantageous to him.
"Old thing, I'm ignoring you." He was speechless and could only shift his attention elsewhere. He put on a sour face, but he did not dare to vent the unhappiness in his heart.
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