Hong Kong Zong starts from the heroic character

Chapter 350 These Are My Friends
Six o'clock in the evening.

Yuen Long.

Castle Peak Commercial Center.

The facade of a family that covers a large area is being renovated with great fanfare.

Zhong Wenze brought Li Yunxin to inspect, accompanied by Li Ze'en and sister Mei to inspect the progress.

"According to the current progress, work will be finished in about a month."

Holding a form in his hand, Li Zeen made a report: "At most one and a half months, the eight bars and theaters in Yuen Long will be able to open smoothly."

His words were filled with an unconcealable excitement.

Since the successful opening of those prosperous bars and cinemas in Saigon District, Li Zeen seems to have found his true belonging.

He is the highest-level operator who participates in the operation of the group.

now.

Decoration of these bars and cinemas in Yuen Long.

Zhong Wenze also fulfilled his original promise to Li Zeen: the eight bars and theaters were all joined under Li Zeen's name.

For the eight bars and cinemas, Zhong Wenze only owns 40.00% of the shares in each store, and the remaining 50.00% of the shares.

Li Zeen divided 30.00% five.

Sister Mei accounted for 20.00%.

The key is.

Li Zeen has no money himself.

He didn't pay any cash for the shares in these eight bars and cinemas, all of which were lent to him by Zhong Wenze in the name of borrowing.

Zhong Wenze put the money up first, and then Li Zeen will slowly pay it back later.

This is equivalent to being a white wolf with empty gloves.

The reputation of Shengshi Group has already been spread, and Li Zeen can get so many shares without paying a penny.

and so.

The current Li Ze'en has more and more respect for Zhong Wenze: "Sister Mei and I will keep an eye on the decoration."

"Row."

Zhong Wenze nodded, without asking too much: "You both have experience, and you are responsible for these things."

"Ok."

Li Zeen nodded in response, and pointed out: "Let's go, it's time for dinner, there is a restaurant in the commercial center that has good Cantonese cuisine, I'm the host and invite everyone to try it."

"Ah."

Zhong Wenze tilted his head to look at Li Yunxin. Li Yunxin showed interest, and the group turned and walked outside.

Just now.

Zhou Kehua walked in quickly, leaned into Zhong Wenze's ear and said a few words quickly.

"I see."

Zhong Wenze nodded, motioned him to wait for him outside, and then looked at Li Yunxin: "I have something to deal with temporarily, you go."

"Ok."

Li Yunxin pursed her lips, and muttered that she agreed.

Although he was a little unhappy, he was still very sensible, and he was considerate and didn't quarrel with Zhong Wenze.

She held Zhong Wenze's arm, looked at him with big eyes, and thought for a while: "Then I'll pack it for you and go home."

"also."

Zhong Wenze reached out and stroked the hair on her forehead, said goodbye to several people and followed Zhou Kehua and left.

Doorway.

The car is already ready.

Zhong Wenze opened the car door and went up, pulling the seat belt: "Is the news reliable?"

"reliable."

Zhou Kehua started the ignition, and the car drove out: "Little Six and Old Five are in charge of watching, they can't be wrong."

"I have a hunch that the identities of these people are definitely not simple."

As he spoke, he stepped on the gas pedal to the bottom, and quickly rushed to his destination.

this time.

Zhou Kehua Xiaoliu and his group of seven people, after withdrawing from bars and theaters, seemed to be in charge of the decoration of the upcoming opening venue in Yuen Long District.

Actually.

Their real motive is to monitor the movements of Deng Jiayong's confidantes.

This afternoon.

Xiao Liu and Lao Wu noticed their changes.

The other party drove three cars to the cruise ship port in Saigon District to pick up people. The car returned with a full load and rushed to the private club.

There must be something important.

"Just in Saigon District?"

When Zhong Wenze heard this, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, and his fingers tapped his joints rhythmically: "Deng Jiayong can do it now, do you really think you have completely grasped me?"

"Don't go back to the base camp in Yuen Long, dare to get up in Sai Kung District?"

He immediately issued an order: "Find a place with a phone, shake people!"

Soon.

The car stopped at a public phone booth, Zhong Wenze got out of the car, and made two consecutive phone calls.

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Seven o'clock in the evening.

A very intimate private club on Saigon Highway.

in the private room.

Everyone sat down clearly.

There was a table full of people of all skin types.

Gunner Ah Qiang didn't go to the table, but sat in the corner wearing sunglasses.

His hands in white gloves were folded on his knees, and he sat there quietly, like an outsider.

"Welcome everyone to visit Hong Kong Island, China!"

Deng Jiayong stood up from the main seat, and waved the cup in his hand to everyone: "I hope you can have a pleasant journey this time."

"Ha ha."

Everyone laughed and raised their wine glasses to signal to him.

"tsk"

Deng Jiayong took a sip of the red wine, raised his eyelids and glanced at the few people present: "You are all well-known kings of counterfeit banknotes in the surrounding area. Although this is the first time we have cooperated, it is useless to talk about many things."

these people.

They are all channel dealers accumulated by Deng Jiayong recently.

start early.

They cooperated with Longsi, and later got on the line of Henglian.

After Henglian fell.

For a long time, these people did not have a stable cooperative family, so they could only make small troubles.

just now.

Deng Jiayong came back from abroad, and brought these people together again through inquiries. Before, it was always the level of telephone communication.

Nowadays.

It's the first time we meet.

and so.

After hearing Deng Jiayong's words, they were not very active in responding. They just looked at Deng Jiayong and didn't speak.

The guarded look on his face was strong.

"It's useless to say too much. I just want to tell everyone that I have already occupied the position of counterfeit banknotes on Hong Kong Island. This will become a new base center. Don't worry about safety."

Deng Jiayong had a panoramic view of everyone's expressions, but he didn't care, and said to himself: "Besides, I have my own new rationalization channel for banknotes."

"If you need it, I can provide the service. The handling fee is only [-]% of you. It is absolutely guaranteed to be safe and fast."

"This is much safer than looking for those fishers on the high seas."

Done.

Deng Jiayong stopped, played with the cigar in his hand with a smile, and stopped talking.

"Twenty percent?"

Taylor, who was sitting opposite Deng Jiayong, spoke, his eyelids twitched: "Really? Low points, fast speed, and high security?"

Taylor is from the MD side, and he can be regarded as the biggest next family among this group of people. Even among this group of people, he has a good prestige.

"I built it myself, can I lie to you?"

Deng Jiayong nodded confidently: "If you don't believe me, you can try it then."

Speaking of it.

He also spoke very straightforwardly: "The entire Hong Kong Island, and even the entire Southeast Asia, is now making counterfeit banknotes with high quality, and my Deng Jiayong family is the only one."

"If you cooperate with me, I will naturally provide you with the convenience that can be provided."

"Of course we know how Deng Sheng's counterfeit banknotes are."

Taylor nodded in response: "What we need is absolute security. Every time we meet with someone, these need to be adjusted."

"Everyone can rest assured about this."

Deng Jiayong lit the cigar and took a deep puff: "Waterway, I have my own shipyard and route, so I can deliver it easily."

"Meet me, I have absolute manpower to ensure everyone's safety."

He talked eloquently, and started to talk about the detailed methods and plans, and patiently explained everyone's problems.

slowly.

The atmosphere in the private room gradually became more relaxed.

They had heard of Deng Jiayong's reputation for a long time, and he started his career in this field. Everyone expressed great interest and said they could give it a try.

"Come!"

Deng Jiayong had a panoramic view of everyone's reactions: "Then look forward to our follow-up cooperation, cheers!"

"cheers!"

The crowd raised their cups.

"boom!"

A muffled sound.

The door of the private room was pushed open roughly from the outside.

The little brother who was originally in charge of guarding the door was pushed to the ground by someone outside, and hit Taylor by the way, shaking the table he hit.

Deng Jiayong frowned all of a sudden, and looked towards the door.

Doorway.

Mo Sir and Song Zijie stood in front, their palms pressing on the .[-] holsters around their waists.

Song Zijie yelled inside: "Send someone! Don't move!"

behind them.

Several plainclothes policemen blocked the door, with their palms all on their waists, staring at them intently.

As soon as I heard the word police.

The faces of the few people present all changed in an instant, almost subconsciously they all looked at Deng Jiayong and glared at him.

All of a sudden there was commotion in the private room.

Even Deng Jiayong felt a "thump" in his heart.

How could a bad guy come over?

It stands to reason that no one would know about the meeting tonight, so how could the police know about it?
Are there ghosts?
a time.

His expression became cloudy and uncertain.

Ah Qiang still kept his back straight and sat in the corner, with his hands folded on his knees, motionless, as if all this had nothing to do with him.

He looked at Deng Jiayong.

As long as Deng Jiayong speaks, he will take action.

"Everyone, don't worry!"

Deng Jiayong was sweating on his forehead, he first comforted the crowd and signaled them not to panic, then looked at Mo Sir and Song Zijie standing at the door, and asked in a deep voice:

"Sir, what do you want to do?!"

Tonight's action, only a few people in his core team know, it is impossible for an inner ghost to appear:

"I have a dinner with my friends at night, what's wrong with having a meal and drinking some wine? It's not appropriate for you to force yourself in?"

"Be careful I'm suing you!"

"what!"

Mo Sir snorted and took out his ID: "I am Inspector Mo of the Saigon Police Station. You just said that these people are all your friends?"

He raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and continued: "Then I regret to inform you that something has happened to you."

"The identities of these friends of yours are not simple!"

Say it.

He gave Song Zijie a look.

"Put both hands on the table, be honest with me!"

Song Zijie immediately stepped forward and shouted sharply: "Take out all the ID cards, come for a temporary inspection!"

a time.

There was another commotion in the private room.

Which of these people here can stand the investigation.

"Deng Jiayong!"

Taylor's eyes widened, and he glared at Deng Jiayong: "This is what you said is very safe?!"

"Give you 1 minute, you can't solve it, we will solve it ourselves!"

The meaning of this sentence is obvious.

Deng Jiayong couldn't solve it, they had to take out their guns to solve it themselves, and Deng Jiayong had to bear the consequences of shooting the policeman himself.

"Grass!"

Deng Jiayong cursed secretly, looking at the poor guys blocking the door, sweat broke out on his forehead again.

point out?

No solution!

or kill them.

Either let them check.

They all had guns.

Moreover.

These people will honestly let the police catch them?
They shot and killed the policeman, and the fucking banknote base that he had just established on Hong Kong Island was over in an instant.

The atmosphere in the private room suddenly became weird.

Ah Qiang in the corner slowly lowered his white-gloved hand and placed it on the side of his body naturally.

As long as Deng Jiayong speaks, he can immediately draw his gun and shoot.

"What are you doing!"

Song Zijie caught the menacing eyes of the crowd, and decisively drew out the dot [-]: "What are you doing! Be honest!"

Doorway.

Several plainclothes policemen drew their guns at the same time.

The atmosphere at the scene was tense to the extreme, and swords were on the verge of breaking out.

at this time.

There were footsteps in the corridor.

"Ha ha."

Zhong Wenze's hearty laughter sounded.

He looked into the private room with his head, then looked at Mo Sir, Song Zijie and others over here, pushed aside the plainclothes policemen blocking the door and walked in.

behind him.

Song Zihao and Ma Keli stepped in and followed.

"What a coincidence, Brother Yong, I can see you here!"

Zhong Wenze looked at Deng Jiayong with a smile, glanced at everyone present in the private room, and then looked at Mo Sir:

"What a coincidence, Inspector Mo, you also come to the clubhouse for dinner at night?"

"Zhong Sheng?"

After Mo Sir saw Zhong Wenze, the serious expression on his face was obviously relieved a little: "What are you doing here? We are here for inspection, you can leave if you have nothing to do."

"rummage?"

Zhong Wenze repeated, and looked at Deng Jiayong again: "This is my friend, brother Yong, a very good partner."

"He is a serious businessman, and his status will definitely not be a problem."

Paused.

He then pointed to the people in the private room: "These people are also my friends, and everyone is just having a simple dinner together. To save face, you don't need to check, they are all clean."

He took out the cigarette in his pocket and handed Mo Sir one.

Mo Sir didn't refuse either, and reached out to take it.

Zhong Wenze took out the lighter and leaned over to help him light the fire: "Really, they are all friends, they are all serious businessmen, there will be no problem with their identities."

"Yeah yeah!"

Everyone present immediately nodded in agreement.

The people here know the police and are willing to help them solve the problem, how could they not cooperate.

It would be nice to be able to settle things without using a gun.

"Oh?"

Mo Sir frowned: "Are you really a friend?"

"Correct!"

Zhong Wenze nodded resolutely, showing an ambiguous smile: "I will carry the suitcase to visit your house later, I will satisfy you."

"Ah!"

Mo Sir glanced sideways at Zhong Wenze, then looked at Deng Jiayong: "That's fine, since I'm Zhong Sheng's friend, I'll go to another room to have a look."

Done.

He waved his hand: "Go!"

He turned around and walked outside.

It seems to have remembered something.

Mo Sir turned around again, and asked Zhong Wenze: "When you visit me next time, carry a bigger suitcase, do you understand what I mean?"

"Hahaha"

Zhong Wenze raised his head and laughed: "Don't worry, you will be satisfied."

"Ah."

Only then did Mo Sir nodded in satisfaction and left.

"Sir!"

Zhong Wenze reached out and pressed Song Zijie's gun-holding hand: "Your boss is gone, why are you still standing here?"

"Humph!"

Song Zijie snorted softly, but didn't say much, put the .[-] back into the holster, and didn't leave immediately, but his eyes fell on Song Zihao:
"Brother, what are you doing here?"

"Time to eat."

Song Zihao reached out and patted Song Zijie's shoulder, and pointed at the people in the private room: "These are my brother's friends, don't be so hostile."

"It's easy to go off by pointing a gun at someone else!"

"Then you talk."

Song Zijie responded lightly, then turned around and left.

A few seconds later.

The private room returned to its previous silence.

(End of this chapter)