Hong Kong Zong starts from the heroic character

Chapter 19 Be Careful

the next day.

After Zhong Wenze finished washing, he tidied up his white Oxford shirt meticulously, looked at his handsome self in the mirror, and started another beautiful day.

open the door and come out.

Just happened to meet a young woman next door who was drunk last night passing by the door. She swept away the state of drunkenness last night, wearing a loose and light knitted sweater with off-white corduroy wide-leg pants, a very fashionable dress.

The whole person looks full of vitality, and the color of the lipstick is also well chosen. It matches her outfit today very well. She is sprayed with perfume. It has a faint fragrance. I don't know what kind of fragrance it is, but it smells good and is just right.

The eyes of the two met and they looked at each other.

"Hehe, hi."

The young woman smiled awkwardly, and greeted him: "Little boy, I'm sorry last night, I drank too much, that... thought you were a hooligan"

"Thank you for remembering."

Zhong Wenze thought of the big-mouthed guy from last night, and was in no mood to talk to her, so he rolled his eyes: "I'm a hooligan? Which hooligan have you seen so handsome?"

"whee."

The young woman's eyes narrowed into crescent moons, her long eyelashes flickered, and her eyes paused for a moment on Zhong Wenze's handsome face:
"I'm really sorry, I'm sorry, you see, if it's not like this, I'll treat you to a tea restaurant for morning tea first, and I'll treat it as an apology, what do you think?"

"Sorry, I don't have the habit of drinking morning tea, let's talk about it another day."

Zhong Wenze waved his hands uninterestedly, turned around and locked the door of the room: "I'm going to work."

"Ok."

The young woman didn't insist, she nodded and took out a business card of her own: "This is my business card."

"it is good."

Zhong Wenze didn't even look at it, he stuffed the business card into his shirt pocket and strode away.

"Hey."

Li Yunxin stopped him from behind: "I don't know your name yet, why don't you tell me?"

"Zhong Wenze."

Zhong Wenze quickly went downstairs without looking back.

"Alas"

Li Yunxin pursed her lips and snorted softly, and then followed.

10 minute later.

Po Kee Tea Restaurant.

"Uncle Bo, come here as usual."

Li Yunxin opened the door and came in and said to the boss, then walked inside, found a seat by the window and sat down, inadvertently, her gaze fell on the tall young man with a full profile on the side face of the next table .

There was a shrimp dumpling and a chicken feet on his table, which were almost eaten up, which was killing the wanton noodles in the bowl.

"Zhong Wenze?!"

Li Yunxin greeted with some uncertainty.

"what?"

Zhong Wenze turned his head and looked over, his eyes fell on Li Yunxin's delicate face, and he nodded: "Oh, what a coincidence, we meet again."

Done.

He put down the chopsticks in his hand, took a tissue and wiped his lips contentedly, got up to check out and left.

"what"

Li Yunxin parted her lips and sighed speechlessly: "What, didn't you say that you don't have the habit of eating morning tea? Then what is this now?"

Looking out of the window at Zhong Wenze who had already gotten into the car and drove away, Li Yunxin gritted her teeth and stomped her feet angrily: "This guy has no social manners at all! Didn't he just slap him? As for being so narrow-minded Well? I told you that I invited him to have morning tea, but I refused to appreciate it."

"Really, do you want to be so cold?"

Li Yunxin brushed back the hair hanging by her ear a little speechlessly, and finally raised her chin arrogantly, and came to the conclusion: This is a narrow-minded and cold man, I don't believe it.

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ten o'clock in the morning.

Henglian Finance (Group) Co., Ltd.

office.

on the TV screen.

Li Yunxin was facing the camera, quickly broadcasting the latest information.

"According to the latest news."

"Last night, there was a violent shooting incident on the hillside of Shajiaowei, and citizens living nearby heard very obvious gunshots."

"This is an illegal arms smuggling case by the Saigon police. According to the police, a total of six illegal gunmen were killed at the scene."

Tan Cheng leaned on the boss's chair, squinting at the latest news reported on the TV, the cigar in his hand was slowly emitting green smoke, and his eyes were gloomy.

three days ago.

Brother Broken Hand and his group found Tan Cheng and told Mark Lee that he wanted to buy equipment from them. Naturally, they would not be so kind and just tipped him off.

After the two parties negotiated, they reached an agreement: Brother Broken Hand will help him get rid of Mark Li this time, and Tan Cheng will help them introduce a big client that they hadn't contacted for a long time before.

last night.

Bro Broken Hand didn't call him after he finished his work. Tan Cheng guessed something, but he didn't expect that it would appear in the news today.

Tan Cheng wrapped his cigar expressionlessly, and scratched the center of his eyebrows with his thumb: "All the people who died were those with severed hands?"

Dasha Cheng in a suit and leather shoes observed Tan Cheng's expression and nodded hesitatingly: "Yes."

Tan Cheng frowned: "Is there nothing wrong with the cripple?"

"Yes, it is."

Dashacheng nodded again.

"Damn it, trash!"

Tan Cheng became angry immediately, picked up the remote control and smashed it directly at the TV, the TV screen shattered, and the original news report came to an abrupt end.

He moved his neck a little irritably, and frowned: "This was originally a matter of besieging and killing crippled horses. Why were they surrounded and wiped out by the police?"

"do not know."

Dashacheng shook his head, although he was tall and looked silly, but his mind was not stupid.

A secret arms deal between the two parties was wrapped up by the police. He guessed a possibility: someone tipped off the news.

Either someone on your side.

Or it's the people on the other side of the horse lame.

"The lame horse and they called the police?"

Tan Cheng clenched his fists, raised his eyebrows and looked at Dasha Cheng on the opposite side: "The police rounded up the severed hand, but they were not there for the crippled horse."

"possible."

Dashacheng nodded: "Could it be that Song Zihao told his younger brother Song Zijie? Then Song Zijie reported this matter to the public?"

"It's unlikely. The cripples are buying arms to compete with us. He has no reason to report them for breaking their hands."

Tan Cheng thought about it carefully: "Maybe they cut off their idiots. They were targeted by the police a long time ago, and they were rounded up last night."

"Boss Cheng, calm down."

Dasha Cheng went up to meet him and helped him relight the cigar in his hand: "Song Zihao, the lame horse, and the others are only two of them after all, so there is nothing to worry about."

"Well, yes."

Tan Cheng let out a breath, leaned back on the boss's chair, crossed Erlang's legs: "However, it's not a bad thing for them to die this time."

Originally, Tan Cheng didn't have much hope for them.

He glanced at him dumbfoundedly, and then opened the drawer to get him a cigar: "Break their line, we can try to get in touch."

"Break their lines? Ammunition?"

Dasha Cheng was stunned for a moment, rubbing his fingers over the cigar: "We're going to touch their line? Isn't it necessary?"

"You don't understand that."

Tan Cheng shook his head approvingly: "It's true that we are making counterfeit banknotes now, but the market has already been divided up, and the international market is even more difficult."

"Look back at the ones on Taiwan Island, which one of them didn't make counterfeit banknotes with D fans."

"As long as we can get in touch with Broken Hand's original channel, based on our reputation, it shouldn't be too difficult to continue."

"it is good."

Dashacheng nodded: "Then I'll go get ready then."

Tan Cheng actually had some strength.

From the fact that he was just a younger brother at the beginning, after Song Zihao and Mark Li stepped down, he stepped up directly, and his continued development to this point is enough to prove his own strength.

"Ah."

Tan Cheng nodded, looked up at the chandelier on the ceiling, squinted his eyes and took a bite of his cigar: "But in this case, Song Zihao's matter must be resolved first. To cooperate, let him build a bridge."

Now that their company's development has reached a bottleneck, if they want to expand further, they can only develop new channels or recruit customers from Song Zihao's hands.

This is why he has been obsessed with Song Zihao's line.

now.

He lost some patience.

Dasha Cheng "tsk": "But he is not willing to cooperate with us now."

"I'm running out of patience."

Tan Cheng tapped the table vigorously and quickly with his fingers: "I talked to him about his reluctance, and he said he quit the arena. Isn't this a joke?"

"The rivers and lakes, if you get involved, how can you quit? I talked to him with the crippled horse, but Song Zihao still didn't want to."

"In this case!"

Speaking of it.

Tan Cheng's eyes became darker: "Song Zijie is biting us like a mad dog, isn't he? You go and deal with him, show Song Zihao a little color, and let him know the seriousness."

"If he wants to or doesn't want to, then don't blame me, Tan Cheng, for not remembering the brotherhood of the past!"

"Ok."

Dasha Cheng nodded in response, and walked out quickly.

(End of this chapter)