Hong Kong Zong starts from the heroic character

Chapter 345 My name is Deng Jiayong
"Cooperation?"

Zhong Wenze grinned: "Why, now that's the situation, Brother Yong still wants to cooperate with me?"

His tone became playful: "You are not afraid, I will overthrow you when the time comes, and take over your counterfeit banknote business in Hong Kong Island by the way?"

"Ha ha."

Deng Jiayong laughed, sat down with the receiver in hand, and crossed his legs: "As the saying goes, if you don't fight, you don't know each other. If you can make money by playing with someone, you have to play with whoever you want."

"The scene in the United States is the best example."

"George, that trash, doesn't even look good for a place. Working with this kind of person is a waste of my time and money."

His eyes fell on the cigar in front of him, and he played with the cigar cutter with his fingers: "The business on Hong Kong Island is very important. If I can cooperate with Brother Ze, then I can basically rest assured."

"what"

Zhong Wenze responded, and said with a smile: "It seems that Brother Yong has decided on me, and he is determined to tie me to a warship of profit with you."

"almost."

Deng Jiayong nodded his head as a matter of course, and said half-truth, "Brother Ze knows so many secrets of mine, and he has the ability."

"Only by binding you with me can I do business with peace of mind. Do you think this is the truth?"

"Otherwise, if you stab me one day, I will feel so uncomfortable, hahaha"

"Ha ha."

Zhong Wenze followed suit and laughed: "Okay, let's meet and talk, as long as Brother Yong is really sincere, we can make money together."

The two talked here.

The phone hangs up.

"Ugh"

Deng Jiayong sighed, stretched out his hand to slap the microphone back into the seat, squeezed the center of his brows with some headaches, and looked at the wall in front of him thoughtfully.

in the corner.

The middle-aged gunman Ah Qiang, who was sitting upright on the sofa wearing white gloves, turned his head and looked at Deng Jiayong behind his dark glasses.

Ah Qiang is an extremely quiet person, so quiet that he can be ignored at any time.

a while.

He actually spoke, with a steady and unwavering voice: "Cooperate with him?"

Only four words.

Concise and concise.

It's like asking for money.

"Yes."

Deng Jiayong held the cigar in his left hand, and the cigar cutter in his right hand got stuck in it, and he cut off the cigar head with a click, simply and neatly:
"I sent someone to deal with Old Wei, but it turned out that Old Wei didn't die, but the person I sent out died instead."

He pressed the lighter and lit the cigar, frowned and took a puff: "He died very quickly, and he was stabbed in the back of the heart by himself."

the end.

He added: "I reckon that the person who saved Old Wei was Zhong Wenze."

Ah Qiang didn't answer after listening, but turned his head back, looking at him motionless, like a sculpture.

"Boy Zhong Wenze, the city is too deep!"

When Deng Jiayong talked about Zhong Wenze, he seemed to have a very headache: "Old Wei was rescued by him, which reminded me why Zhong Wenze didn't kill him when he found out the identity of Old Wei."

"Zhong Wenze guessed that I would become suspicious, so he deliberately didn't kill Lao Wei, and then when I sent someone to kill Lao Wei, he rescued him."

He put down the cigar in his hand, stretched out his hand and rubbed his face: "He saved Lao Wei, no doubt he planted a minefield for me in America."

"Old Wei has his own connections and roots over the years. If I kill him, Laodou, he will definitely keep an eye on me."

"The only way now is to stop all activities in the United States, and let's talk about it after contacting Zhong Wenze."

Deng Jiayong tapped heavily on the table: "The Hong Kong Island counterfeit banknote business can no longer be delayed. If the time is too long, those international buyers will doubt my ability."

"I'm going to ask him to operate the banknote rationalization business for me directly."

He rubbed his chin with his fingers: "I can only feel at ease if I tie him up with me. He will definitely show up if I have an accident."

This is the best way Deng Jiayong can think of in a short time.

Zhong Wenze won't be able to solve it for a while, and the only way is to drag him into the water, so that he doesn't dare to act rashly.

If he has any other ideas, the big deal is that everyone will die together.

"not good."

Ah Qiang looked directly in front of him, and suddenly replied, cherishing words like gold: "Don't cooperate with him."

Not even an explanation of why.

Deng Jiayong did not reply him.

The room suddenly became quiet.

"Zi"

For a while, there was only the sound of cigar leaves burning.

Deng Jiayong frowned while smoking his cigar.

His whole body was shrouded in smoke, his expression was uncertain, and he was planning a detailed plan.

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The next day.

Hong Kong Island International Airport.

A plane flying from the United States landed slowly.

Pick up port.

Deng Jiayong stood at the exit in a loose overcoat, and behind him stood four bodyguards in black suits and big sunglasses.

Where they were standing, there was a small vacuum around them naturally, and the people around them subconsciously distanced themselves from them.

exit channel.

Zhong Wenze and Cheng Xiaoxi walked in front side by side.

behind them.

It was Mark Lee and Long Si.

As for Jian.

He didn't come back with him, and planned to renovate the Four Seas Restaurant to continue his own restaurant business.

Before leaving.

Zhong Wenze specifically explained a few words to Ah Jian, but no one knew what was going on between them, and no one asked.

"Hahaha"

Seeing Zhong Wenze walk out of the exit, Deng Jiayong laughed and stretched out his hands and walked over: "Brother Ze, I'm finally waiting for you."

"Thank you Brother Yong!"

Zhong Wenze also put a smile on his face, and also reached out his hand.

The two of them were like friends who hadn't seen each other for many years, they hugged each other vaguely, and then parted ways.

"In the past few days, the phone calls on the US side have almost exploded for me!"

Deng Jiayong looked Zhong Wenze up and down, then looked at the people around him, and his eyes fell on Long Si:
"Fourth brother, because of your affairs, we are getting along again."

He smiled and stretched out his hand to pat Long Si's shoulder: "Look, you have caused me a lot of trouble again."

"!"

Long Sihong stared at Deng Jiayong, clenched his fists tightly, and ignored him.

"Let's go."

Deng Jiayong looked indifferent, reached out and wiped his big back, and guided Zhong Wenze to go outside:
"The car and restaurant have already been prepared, and we're just waiting for Brother Ze."

This bureau.

Long Si definitely won't participate, he and Cheng Xiaoxi got into Song Zihao's car who came to pick him up.

Come to the parking lot.

The doors of the Mercedes-Benz sedan have already opened.

"Brother Ze."

Deng Jiayong looked at Zhong Wenze with a smile: "Get in the car."

"no need."

Zhong Wenze waved his hand, and a car in the distance slowly drove over.

inside the car.

Zhou Kehua, who hadn't seen him for a long time, controlled the car to a steady stop.

He got out of the car and opened the door for Zhong Wenze: "Brother Ze."

More than two months have passed.

Zhou Kehua's injury has finally healed, and he has a clean shaved head and a bald head, giving him a more aggressive look.

"how?"

Deng Jiayong glanced sideways at Zhou Kehua, and said with a smile: "Brother Ze has been in the United States for a few days, are you timid? Are you afraid to get in my car?"

"Yes."

Zhong Wenze got into the car, pulled out the Beretta inside, and concentrated on checking the gun without lifting the head:

"With this thing, I can feel at ease."

"Hahaha"

Deng Jiayong raised his head and laughed loudly, without forcing: "Then follow me."

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After half an hour.

Dafugui Restaurant in Sai Kung District.

Two cars stopped at the door one after the other.

The two got out of the car.

Both of them took only one person inside.

Just walked down the hall.

immediately.

Someone came up to greet him.

"Brother Yong!"

The manager came with a flattering smile on his face, a little embarrassed: "You are here."

"Ah."

Deng Jiayong nodded lightly, with his hands behind his back, and nodded in a rather stylish way: "Lead the way ahead."

"Forehead"

The manager pondered for a while, and said in a cautious tone: "I'm sorry, something happened, and I was temporarily reserved for the evening."

Deng Jiayong frowned all of a sudden: "The venue is reserved?"

"The master inside is too big to refute."

The manager's face tightened, and he immediately said the countermeasure: "Look at this, I have prepared the car outside, and arranged another Dafugui restaurant for you, just go there and go directly."

"Ha ha."

Zhong Wenze didn't think it was a big deal to watch the excitement, he took out a cigarette and lit it, and grinned: "It seems that Brother Yong doesn't have enough face, someone has taken the reserved seats."

"Oh."

Deng Jiayong's complexion suddenly fell, and he looked at his confidant: "Go in and solve it."

He is very unhappy now.

Before we started talking about things, something went wrong halfway. If we can't even decide on a position, why don't we let Zhong Wenze see the joke?

fell shame.

1 minute later.

The confidant turned back from the inside and saw his disheveled appearance, the result was already clear.

"what happened?"

Deng Jiayong's brows frowned even deeper: "Can't you do this well?"

"Brother Yong."

The confidant looked at Deng Jiayong with great aggrievedness, and quickly said: "The inside is the son of Mr. Zhao, the deputy manager of the Standard Chartered branch in Yuen Long. He has reserved the place for dinner with Ma Zi."

"what?!"

Deng Jiayong couldn't help but hesitate when he heard the words.

A while ago, he just asked Mr. Zhao to have a meal and walk around. He asked him to approve a large loan for himself. Didn't expect to meet his son at night?

This man cannot be offended.

"."

Deng Jiayong's lips twitched, he thought briefly for a few seconds, then turned to look at Zhong Wenze: "Brother Ze, why don't we change places."

He raised his hand and looked at the big gold warrior on his wrist: "Anyway, it's early now, so it will take a few minutes to change places."

"I'm tired of sitting on the plane, and I don't want to move anymore."

Zhong Wenze listened to what Deng Jiayong's confidant said about the identity of the visitor, threw away the cigarette in his hand, and walked in with big strides, the corners of his mouth slightly raised:

"It's fine to have a private room for a meal, and not let people into the private room upstairs. It's too arrogant. I think he is very upset."

Done.

He walked in with a big stride: "If your people can't handle it, then I will go."

The identity of the person who can make Deng Jiayong give in must be very interesting.

hall.

The big round table in the middle.

A young man sat opposite a woman in scantily-clad clothes. The table was covered with abalone, bird's nest and other high-end ingredients, chatting and laughing.

Zhong Wenze came to their table and stopped immediately.

The two were talking and laughing.

Seeing Zhong Wenze appearing suddenly, Mr. Zhao frowned, and shouted in displeasure:
"Where's the manager? What's the food for? I've reserved the place, and you let someone in?!"

He glanced sideways at Zhong Wenze: "Get out, you don't have any vision at all."

"it is good."

Zhong Wenze responded, but he didn't roll away. Instead, he reached out and grabbed the plate on the table and fell on Mr. Zhao.

A plate full of abalones fell on Mr. Zhao.

Mr. Zhao stared dumbfounded at the mess on his body, and looked up at Zhong Wenze in disbelief.

"You eat abalone too slowly."

Zhong Wenze grabbed the mouthcloth on the table and wiped his palms: "I'll help you, it will be much faster this way."

"After eating, get out."

"you"

Only then did Mr. Zhao come to his senses, he patted the table and stood up: "Pujie, you fucking"

"Snapped!"

There was a crisp slap in the face.

Crisp and loud.

The sound echoed in the hall and could be heard all the way to the door.

The bright red palm print was clearly printed on Mr. Zhao's right cheek.

Mr. Zhao covered his face: "Do you dare to hit me?"

"Snapped!"

Zhong Wenze didn't say a word, and raised his hand again to fan him.

"Do you know I am"

"Snapped!"

"you"

"Snapped!"

"I"

"Snapped"

Deng Jiayong at the door heard the voice, walked in subconsciously, and saw a scene that made him dumbfounded.

Go up five consecutive big mouths.

Mr. Zhao backed back again and again and was slapped on the seat. He was stunned and looked at Zhong Wenze with fear.

"I just ran out of money for dinner, and it's great to meet someone who rents out the restaurant."

Zhong Wenze flicked his wrist, and said flatly: "Hand over the banknotes on your body, and get out."

"I"

Mr. Zhao still wanted to talk, but Zhong Wenze raised his hand to hit him, but Mr. Zhao was so aggrieved that he almost cried: "I'll get you the money, don't hit me."

side said.

He reached for the handbag beside him.

Honestly handed the stack of banknotes inside to Zhong Wenze.

Zhong Wenze casually tossed the banknotes to the managers around: "I have the money for the meal tonight, serve me food according to this standard."

"This"

The manager was also dumbfounded.

It was the first time he had seen such an arrogant person, he really dared to offend anyone.

"Take the money and go to work."

Zhong Wenze's voice was a little higher, and he said displeasedly: "The money is less? Why don't you do something for me?"

"Yes Yes."

The manager responded and hurried down.

"Don't hurry up!"

Zhong Wenze looked at the dumbfounded Mr. Zhao again: "Do you still want me to invite you out?"

"No no no."

Mr. Zhao hurriedly held his handbag and ran outside quickly, not even caring about his horse.

"Remember my name!"

Zhong Wenze shouted from behind: "My name is Deng Jiayong, if you are not convinced, you can come to me again, and I will convince you!"

"Deng Jiayong."

Mr. Zhao, who had already run to the door, roared viciously: "You wait for me, this matter is endless!"

Done.

Without looking back, he accelerated and ran out.

"you"

When Deng Jiayong heard Zhong Wenze's words, he almost vomited blood from anger, his face turned green: "I'm damn it!"

(End of this chapter)