C11 Flourishing Entertainment

After a long time, Hsiao Ze finally calmed down and pulled Hsiao Hee to sit on the sofa.

"Big brother, don't worry. Your leg can heal it."

Hsiao Hee looked at his big brother's pained face and said seriously.

"Your sister-in-law told me that Xue Ren is indeed a godly doctor, but my legs …"

Hsiao Ze shook his head, then laughed heartily, "No matter what, Little He, since you're back, I can't care less about the business of Hsiao family, so I'll hand it over to you to manage."

Hsiao family industry?

Hsiao Hee was slightly surprised. In order to save his brother's legs, Shu Xian even sold her wedding room.

Hsiao Ze shook his head with a smile as if he saw through Hsiao Ze's doubts.

"I was the one who insisted on not letting your sister-in-law sell it. That was the hard work of generations of Hsiao family practitioners. How could I let it die in my hands just for a single leg?"

Then, Shu Xian took out a folder from the bedside of Hsiao Ze and put it on the tea table.

"This is the only property under Hsiao family."

Hsiao Hee looked at the document and fell into a short silence.

In his memories, the Xiao Group was compatible with the financial, investment, jewelry and other popular industries back then. But now, only a small entertainment club remained in Hsiao family.

"Big Brother, don't worry. I will make the Hsiao family reform."

Hsiao Hee took the folder and solemnly promised.

"..."

After leaving the ward, Hsiao Hee decided to check out this "Prosperity Entertainment" first.

After all, this was the only estate left in the Hsiao family, it was possible that he could meet a few people from the Hsiao family.

However, Shu Xian, who was right behind him, held him back.

"Little He, sister-in-law has something to say to you."

Shu Xian pulled Hsiao Hee to the top of the stairs.

"Little He, Jingsheng Entertainment is not that easy to control. The few people who followed your big brother back then are currently the most famous people under the Jiangxia. I'm afraid …"

"Eldest sister-in-law, don't worry."

Hsiao Hee didn't seem to be afraid at all. He was still smiling, "I know what I'm doing. I know what I'm doing."

Seeing his relaxed expression, Shu Xian didn't say anything else. She just gave him a few instructions and Hsiao Hee left the sanatorium.

Only after going through quite a few places did Hsiao Hee finally find the location where Jingsheng Entertainment was located.

It was a neon colored street, with entertainment bars on both sides. All those who passed were the young masters and mistresses of the large clans with Jiangxia, among them, there were many white-collar students who came over to relax.

"There are really quite a few people!"

Hsiao Hee muttered to himself. He wandered around in the crowd for a while before finally entering Jingsheng Entertainment.

At this moment, even though the club looked grand and was much bigger than the other bars, there was not a single person on the entire floor.

"Stop, what are you doing?"

Seven or eight burly men in black short-sleeved sleeves were standing at the entrance to the first floor. Each of them was more than 1.9 meters tall. Just looking at them, it was quite shocking.

Hsiao Hee walked to the middle of the group and looked at the scarred man in the lead.

"I am Hsiao Hee, the Hsiao family person, where is the person in charge of this place?"

Hsiao family person?

Hearing Hsiao Hee say that he was from Hsiao family, a few of the big men immediately laughed.

"Heh, even people from the Hsiao family have disappeared, yet you still call yourself a person from the Hsiao family!"

However, the leader, Scarface, had a serious expression on his face. He saw the folder in Hsiao Hee's hand that had the stamp "Jingsheng Entertainment" printed on it.

"Are you looking for Brother Zheng?"

The moment the scar-faced man opened his mouth, the other men were immediately angered.

Ever since his Hsiao family had been destroyed, the enterprises under his name had suffered a disastrous decline. They were being ostracized by their peers from time to time, and could be said to be like a thin layer of ice on a daily basis.

There wasn't even a single person drinking in this large bazaar. This caused all the brothers to drink for half a year, that of the northwest wind.

Until a few days ago, when Du family extended its reach to here and the person in charge of Prosperity Entertainment went missing without a reason. Everyone knew that this was actually the doing of Du family.

And the person in charge was called Du Zheng, the second son of the popinjays from Du family. Everyone had to give him some face.

"Take me to see him."

Hsiao Hee said with a deadpan expression. He could see the downfall of this flourishing entertainment industry, and he also saw the disappointment in the eyes of these people.

"Who do you think you are? See me whenever you want to?"

A big guy saw that Hsiao Hee was neither servile nor overbearing, and he immediately became angry.

"I am from the Hsiao family, so we are brothers."

Hsiao Hee raised the documents in his hands, "I don't want to make a move, but I hope you won't be rash."

"Damn you!"

The man couldn't control his temper and rushed in front of Hsiao Hee. His sandbag sized fist landed on Hsiao Hee's head with a "hu" sound.

Seeing that his fist was about to hit Hsiao Hee's face, the big guy sneered. He had received a lot of training, so with this punch, he would definitely make Hsiao Hee unconscious!

However, in the next second, he realized that he had been careless.

It was unknown when Hsiao Hee took a small step back. He stood there calmly, waiting for the moment the big man's fist hit empty air.

He raised two of his fingers and easily held onto the hundred pound iron fist.

This...

Everyone was scared silly by the scene in front of them. It was simply unbelievable. They knew very well what the power of their brother's full strength punch was.

This kid had only used two fingers, yet he was able to take this punch head on?

The scar-faced man took a step back and stared at Hsiao Hee warily.

"You are an ancient warrior?"

Hsiao Hee shook his head. He really didn't want to vent his anger on his brothers.

"Who is that Brother Zheng you spoke of?" Where is it? "

He looked at the group of hulks, but they couldn't help but take a step back.

The scar-faced man knew that even if he took action, he would not be a match for Hsiao Hee.

At this moment, he felt an inexplicable sense of oppression. It was not the aura of an expert, but it was a feeling that made one halt in their steps, as if the entire world was in his hands.

"Ten o'clock. Tonight, ten o'clock. Brother Zheng will bring someone over for the final transfer."

Transfer?

With the document in his hands, that Brother Zheng probably wanted to forcibly take over Hsiao family's final enterprise, right?

It seemed like he had come at the right time.

Hsiao Hee pulled up a pair of chairs and quietly sat down.

"Do you have wine? "Have a drink."

Everyone looked at each other with stupefied expressions.

When this self-proclaimed Hsiao family brat heard that Brother Zheng would bring people to take over this place, he actually didn't have the slightest bit of fear, and instead seemed to have come to relax.

The scar-faced man looked at Hsiao Hee. After a long while, he turned his head and ordered.

"Hu Zi, go get a bottle of good wine and pour some for this kid."

"Brother Scar …" The face of the man who was called showed a trace of awkwardness.

"Listen to me, I keep having the feeling that something is not right with this kid. There might be an unforeseen event during today's handover." The scarred man said in a low voice.

Time slowly passed in silence. The streets outside the clubhouse were bustling with noise and excitement, with customers coming and going endlessly.

Suddenly, the sound of a locomotive could be heard from the corner of the street.

"Move out of the way, do you want to die?" That's Young Master Du's car! "

The customers clamored as they made way for him.

Those who could drive into this street were not kind people, and those who could be so high-profile could be counted on one's fingers.

Obviously, Du Zheng was one of them.