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Chapter 192 Uncle Jian, Borrow Something

"Your Majesty!"

Zhou Kehua pressed Artest's shoulder and kicked him on the hamstring, Artai fell to his knees and said, "Brother Ze!"

"Brother Zeze!"

Artest's lips twitched, and he looked at the young man in front of him with dodge eyes.

Zhong Wenze, he knew it.

Not just knowing, but being very clear.

"Ding bang."

Zhong Wenze sat on the seat with a big horse, and kept opening and closing the black frosted Zippo lighter in his hand, and glanced coldly at him from time to time.

Zhou Kehua shook his palm, and popped out the pocket knife in his hand. The sharp blade gleamed coldly under the light, and he snorted coldly: "Do you know what we are looking for you now?"

Artest's eyes dodged, and he said submissively: "Big brothers, I really don't know you, and I don't know why you are looking for me. I just run a game hall."

"very good."

Zhong Wenze nodded and tilted his head to look to one side.

"Go to your code!"

With Zhou Kehua's backhand, he slapped his face with a big mouth, and when he lifted it up, he kicked Artest to the ground.

The second child and the fifth child went up and held down his body.

The sharp blade pierced directly into the soft flesh of his thigh, and it went down twice in a row, and Artest's scream suddenly sounded.

Zhou Kehua threw the bloody pocket knife aside, and pulled out the big black star with his backhand, the gun was loaded and pointed at Artest's head: "Pu Street, hooked up with Sera and the others, a traitor, now he doesn't know what to do Dress me up."

As soon as this word comes out.

The second child, the fifth child and the others looked at a loss.

Why did he suddenly rise to the level of a traitor?

"Boss, I'm just a middleman, why did I become a traitor! I didn't do any state secrets!"

Not to mention how aggrieved Artest looked, he quickly explained: "Really, believe me, I don't know any state secrets."

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Listening to the conversation between the two, Zhong Wenze couldn't help laughing at Artest who was extremely wronged.

Hua Tsai, it's so fucking interesting.

"Cough cough..."

Zhou Kehua couldn't help catching Zhong Wenze's unbearable laughter, cleared his throat in embarrassment, and defended himself: "Anyway, that's what it means, it's not easy to do business, it's not good to cooperate with someone, you just want to hang out with MD people!"

"Give you another chance, say it or not!"

"Don't tell me, I'll shoot you to death!"

talking room.

The big black star on Artest's forehead yelled forward again.

"Boss, what do you want me to say? You should ask."

Artest was so anxious that he was about to cry, and he explained quickly: "Yes, I have cooperated with Sera and the others, and now they are dead, what do you want to know, you can ask me!"

That chubby face, that resentful eyes, looked inexplicably pitiful.

"Ah this."

Only then did Zhou Kehua realize that he really didn't seem to ask anything, so he touched his nose in embarrassment: "Then what, Sera said that all his money is stored with you, where is the money, hand it over."

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Artai's expression changed when he heard the words, and he subconsciously looked at the people in the room without speaking.

He did handle Serra's money, but now that Serra is dead, he doesn't want to take out the money.

"What are you still hesitating about?"

Zhou Kehua had a panoramic view of his expression, pointed at Zhong Wenze, and snorted coldly: "Who killed Serra, you have no idea? Now that the person is sitting in front of you, if you want to argue something, you can try it."

Artest didn't speak, his expression was cloudy and uncertain.

"clatter"

Zhong Wenze closed the Zippo lighter in his hand, got up and walked outside: "Get rid of it, everyone is very busy."

"I said, I said!"

Artai panicked when he heard the words, and said quickly, "I'll say anything."

Zhong Wenze was unmoved, and walked towards the door with big strides.

Artest immediately became anxious, his obese body was extremely flexible, he rolled and crawled and fell behind Zhong Wenze, grabbing his heels:
"Brother Ze, really, give me a chance, I'll say anything."

This Nima.

Don't mention how flustered Artest is now.

This young man looks like he doesn't say a word, he looks like a bully, but when he does something, he kills as soon as he says it, he doesn't dare to take chances anymore.

"Ok?"

Zhong Wenze stopped in his tracks, let out a deep breath, his nasal voice was drawn out, and tilted his head to look at him.

"Is such that."

Artest captured Zhong Wenze's expression, and dared not stay any longer: "Serra's money was indeed laundered through the channel I introduced, but now the money is not coming back."

"Oh."

Zhong Wenze responded blankly, and lifted his feet to exert strength. Artest, who weighed [-] to [-] kilograms, was kicked out immediately: "Since the money will not come back, then you will die, keep it." It's also trash."

"But I know where the money is!"

Artest no longer dared to have any reservations, and rushed forward again and hugged Zhong Wenze's heels tightly, fearing that he would leave, and said quickly: "After Serra and the others had an accident, he just asked me to take it a while ago. The laundered money was swallowed by the channel itself."

"Oh?"

Zhong Wenze took out a cigarette, flicked it, and then lit it: "This money has been swallowed, what about the money that was laundered for him before?"

"Boss, there is no money!"

Artest looked at Zhong Wenze who asked this question in a daze, saw him staring at him, and quickly continued: "Although Serra and the others came out more than two months ago, they have completely settled in their positions until now. It's only been a month."

"Think about it, they can't just make money without spending money, right? With their management model, although they rely on violence to suppress them, they still have to pay the money they should be paid, right? How many scattered gangs and horsemen are there? All of these need money. ah."

He, Balabala, talked a lot, and summed it up in one sentence: Serra and the others didn't make money in the beginning, and they only started to make money in the last month.

Zhou Kehua stepped up and cursed: "You treat us as idiots!"

Zhong Wenze waved his hand, signaling Zhou Kehua not to worry.

What Artest said may be true.

It’s only been a long time since Serra and the others completely ruled the region. It’s normal to have no money at the beginning. Just like doing business, you need money to manage relationships and develop channels in the early stage. After the basic organizational structure is completed, you can start funding. Return to cage.

Zhong Wenze rubbed the Marlboro cigarette between his fingers: "Then how much money was swallowed?"

"Seven hundred."

Artest answered fluently and didn't dare to keep it: "However, after washing it, it will only be 350."

"[-]% handling fee?"

Zhong Wenze frowned upon hearing this: "A little tall?"

"Yes!"

Artest nodded, making sure what he said was true: "They have their own mature laundering channels, which are very safe. As for how the handling fee is negotiated, I don't know. Anyway, what I know is [-]%. I don't care about these things, I introduce customers to them, and I get a little every time."

"That is to say, now the three hundred and five are gone?"

Zhong Wenze nodded when he heard the words: "You still have to be sneaky when you go out at night, tell me, what are you going to do?"

"Hide and go see the boss of Ao Island tomorrow night!"

Artest told the truth, at this point he didn't have any meaning to hide: "My side is finished, and I'm not safe if Serra is down. I was going to follow the boss to do it there, but I didn't expect it."

"Didn't expect us to come so soon?"

"Yes."

Artest also calmed down, and his tone was full of annoyance: "If I had known earlier, I wouldn't want the one here, just run away."

"You think you can escape? Someone has been staring at you a few days ago."

Zhong Wenze snorted coldly, flicked the half-burned cigarette in his hand: "Let's go, take me to see your old family, I will meet him."

"you want to go?"

When Ah Tai heard the words, his eyes lit up immediately, his eyes rolled to reveal a trace of cunning, and his tone became a bit higher: "I advise you not to go, that boss is very powerful, you will not only go there but you will not get the money." , it is very likely that you have all gotten into it yourself."

He intentionally elevated the position of his family to annoy Zhong Wenze and tell him to go if he doesn't, so as to give himself double insurance.

And once there, you're completely safe.

there.

Home is heaven.

Zhong Wenze is nothing more than a mere piece of rubbish.

"Are you trying to piss me off?"

How could Zhong Wenze fail to recognize his low-end aggressive method, but he didn't care.

This money.

He must have got it.

"Don't dare!"

When Artest saw that Zhong Wenze had spotted him, he quickly lowered his head, not daring to look at him.

"Selah was shot down by me, and no one dares to take this money from me!"

Zhong Wenze tossed out a sentence resonantly, without looking at him again: "Suppress me, tomorrow night, go meet his old family."

"By the way, bandage the wound so he won't bleed to death."

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Early the next morning.

The United Taxi Company is already a busy scene.

"Aze, long time no see!"

"Aze is here."

The guys at work greeted Zhong Wenze enthusiastically after seeing Zhong Wenze. They all had a very good impression of Zhong Wenze.

"morning!"

Zhong Wenze responded to everyone with a smile, and came to the office in the inner room. Uncle Jian sat at the desk and used the intercom to make dispatches.

"Yo, is the sun coming out in the west?"

Uncle Jian put down the intercom in his hand, took out a cigarette and threw it to Zhong Wenze: "Why are you willing to come here today, kid?"

"Come and see Uncle Jian!"

Zhong Wenze put the packing box in his hand on the table: "Here, I brought Uncle Jian your favorite char siu rice rolls."

"Yo, I just didn't have breakfast."

Uncle Jian was not too polite, he opened the lunch box and started eating.

Zhong Wenze grinned, lit his cigarette, moved the stool and sat beside Uncle Jian: "Well, Uncle Jian, can I borrow something from you?"

"Snapped!"

Uncle Jian threw the chopsticks into the lunch box: "Take it away, don't eat it, I said, why are you so kind to bring me rice rolls today, it turns out that you asked for me."

"Just want to borrow something from my old man just for a box of rice rolls? Do you want to borrow something? You are just like Little Ma Ahao and the others. You don't have a good thing."

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