Hong Kong Zong starts from the heroic character

Chapter 352 The Strongest Matryoshka

"Look."

Deng Jiayong immediately interjected, and then said: "Brother Hao and Brother Xiao Ma are not interested in doing this, so don't force it."

for him.

I don't want the two of them involved at all.

Paused.

He added: "Although it is the first time for us to cooperate, everything has a beginning, and it will be much smoother after getting familiar with it."

but.

Taylor and the others didn't think so.

Maybe it was because of the episode of the policeman rushing in in the middle that made them a little more vigilant and worried about Deng Jiayong.

His gaze was always on Song Zihao and Mark Li: "Brother Hao, do you really stop thinking about it?"

He changed the subject and looked at Zhong Wenze: "Zhong Sheng, I'm speaking bluntly, so don't be angry."

"You said."

Zhong Wenze took a puff of his cigarette and nodded lightly.

"Brother Hao and Brother Xiao Ma are following you. They can't help you with your business. They have been spending money to support them. Are you really willing?"

The corners of Taylor's mouth were raised slightly, and his eyes shifted to Song Zihao: "Although we are all friends, you can't help Zhong Sheng's business and you keep taking his money. Can you guarantee that Zhong Sheng has no thoughts?"

"Everyone doesn't say anything, but they must have ideas in their hearts."

He nodded his head as a matter of course: "So, according to my idea, with the talents of the two of you, you don't need to be subordinate to Zhong Sheng at all."

The voice just fell.

"Grass!"

Zhong Wenze was immediately unhappy. He dropped the cigarette butt in his hand and looked at Taylor with a frown: "I'm really unhappy when you say that?"

"What do you mean? Are you trying to provoke my relationship with Brother Hao and Brother Xiao Ma?"

"Ha ha."

Taylor raised his head and laughed, and shook his head disapprovingly: "I'm not trying to provoke your relationship, but I don't want to see Brother Hao and Brother Xiaoma be inferior!"

"How about this."

He took a deep breath, and extended an invitation to Song Zihao: "Brother Hao, are you interested in working with me?"

"Help me do things, and all the treatment will not be inferior to yours. I will give you all the status and money that should be given."

As soon as this word comes out.

Zhong Wenze's face turned cold immediately.

"Ah!"

He looked up at Deng Jiayong, and said in a firm tone, "Brother Yong, do these friends of yours really have something?"

"Stealing people in my hands? According to what he said, people who don't know may think that I, Zhong Wenze, have done something to Brother Hao and Brother Xiaoma!"

Speaking of it.

He slapped the table with a slap, and the dishes and chopsticks shook a few times. He stared at Taylor with frowned eyes: "I, Zhong Wenze, can't give them money for status and status?"

Zhong Wenze was not polite: "It's your turn to offer them chips here?! Stop fucking talking here, talk if you can talk, and get out if you can't talk!"

"My people, who the hell dares to dig me?!"

As soon as this word comes out.

The atmosphere in the private room suddenly became tense.

"Ha ha."

Taylor glanced sideways at Zhong Wenze, then shrugged his shoulders indifferently: "Zhong Sheng is young and energetic after all, so angry."

His tone was extremely disdainful, and he said thoughtfully: "But I still advise you, it's better for young people to restrain themselves."

"With your character, why don't you try to pat the table with me on my site? Drag it down every minute to feed the dog, believe it or not!?"

"How awesome are you!?"

Zhong Wenze gritted his teeth and nodded, disdainfully said: "But now, this is on Hong Kong Island, in Saigon, on my territory!"

He squinted at Taylor: "Do you want to try?!"

"Oh, I don't care."

Taylor sneered, and stopped talking, stood up from his seat and looked at Deng Jiayong: "Let's stop here for today, let's talk about it later if there is anything else."

Done.

He is leaving.

Several bigwigs present got up one after another, and were about to leave after Taylor.

"..."

Deng Jiayong was speechless.

the fuck
What is it called.

It was obviously a matter of discussing business, so why did it become a place where Zhong Wenze and Taylor quarreled?
and.

He also felt baffled.

Isn't it just Song Zihao and Mark Lee?

Are these two people really so important?Let Zhong Wenze and Taylor fight over here.

The times are moving forward, the era belonging to Song Zihao and the others has passed, and the two of them are already old.

Why Taylor is obsessed with both of them.

Wouldn't it be okay to just change to a newcomer?

"Brother Taylor!"

Deng Jiayong quickly got up to smooth things over: "It's not true, it's not true."

If Taylor left today, let him come over to talk about things next time, I don't know when things will go.

Taylor's status is so high among the few people, if he doesn't agree to cooperate with him, then the other big shots will not cooperate with him either.

"Isn't it such a trivial matter, don't blush and have a thick neck."

He came in front of Taylor, blocked his way, and pressed his shoulder with a smile: "Aze is young, it's normal to have a big temper, young man."

"Aren't they Brother Hao and Brother Xiao Ma?"

He gave his own suggestion: "That's good, just follow what you said, the people are still Aze's, and let them help me be responsible for the counterfeit banknote business transactions with you."

"You get in touch with the two of them, so you can rest assured?"

"Humph!"

Taylor snorted coldly and didn't say anything, but he didn't leave either.

Zhong Wenze gave him a cold look, but did not speak.

"Sit down and talk, sit down and talk!"

Deng Jiayong could only pull Taylor back to his seat in front of the peacemaker, and looked back at Song Zihao and Mark Li: "Brother Hao, Brother Xiaoma, can you help me?"

"I will definitely give you all the treatment that should be given, and it will definitely not be lower than when I was in Henglian, as long as you work hard to help me."

Everyone's eyes fell on the two of them.

"I don't care."

Mark Li looked indifferent: "I listen to Brother Hao."

Everyone turned to look at Song Zihao.

"..."

Song Zihao looked at the crowd dumbfounded, stroked his hair, and asked Zhong Wenze: "Ah Ze, look."

"In that case, it's up to you."

Zhong Wenze curled his lips, and said indifferently: "If you continue to hold it, it seems that you take yourself too seriously."

"That's fine."

Song Zihao nodded, his eyes swept over Deng Jiayong and Taylor: "Then Xiaoma and I will follow."

"Thank you Brother Tiger for trusting us and giving us face."

"Ha ha."

Taylor laughed, and stretched out his hand to Song Zihao: "Who made us old friends before?"

"Brother Hao and Brother Xiao Ma are reassuring, and I will trust you to trade with you."

"Thank you."

Song Zihao also extended his hand and shook hands with him.

"it is good."

Taylor nodded.

Done.

He patted his knees and stood up: "Brother Yong, why don't we make an appointment next week and get me a batch of goods first, and I'll just wait for yours."

"Okay."

Deng Jiayong naturally nodded in agreement.

Everything is ready in the counterfeit banknote base, just waiting for outside buyers to take their place and ship out.

Once the Southeast Asian market is opened, the rest will be much easier.

The two sides agreed on a time again, and then left one after another.

a time.

Only Deng Jiayong's people and Zhong Wenze were left in the private room.

"Brother Hao!"

Deng Jiayong took a clean goblet, poured some red wine into it, and handed it to Song Zihao: "The matter of Long Si is over."

"I don't want to do some things, but I can't help it, right? The old grudge between me and him is over, and we can still cooperate now."

"Some things are out of control."

He said earnestly: "Everyone wants to move forward."

"Ah."

Song Zihao responded, "I know it well."

"Haha, this is the best."

Deng Jiayong laughed, and patted Song Zihao on the shoulder: "As long as you are really willing to help me, I will not treat you badly."

"Then thank you, Brother Yong."

Song Zihao raised the wine glass in his hand, raised his head and finished the red wine.

"it is good."

Deng Jiayong nodded in response, and then drank the wine in one gulp.

"That's fine."

Zhong Wenze ended the conversation, and interjected: "Then you can talk later, we will leave first, we haven't eaten much yet."

"Okay, okay."

Deng Jiayong nodded repeatedly, sent them to the door, and then turned back.

Close the door of the private room.

He sat down on the seat, looked at the table in front of him, took out a cigar and lit it, his brows twitched, and his brows twisted into the word "Chuan".

in mind.

Replay what happened just now.

"It's weird!"

Deng Jiayong muttered to himself, exhaling smoke: "It's very inexplicable!"

He tilted his head and looked at A Qiang in the corner: "Don't you think it's strange to send someone along the way?"

"Why do you feel like you're coming after me?"

"Yes!"

Ah Qiang said a word very rarely, and then stopped talking.

"hiss"

Deng Jiayong took a breath, frowning and thinking.

do not know why.

He had a feeling that this scene tonight was all fake, and it was deliberately saved by Zhong Wenze.

His purpose is to let Song Zihao and Mark Li participate in his counterfeit money business.

and so.

Did he find this poor guy on purpose?

But the problem came again.

How did Zhong Wenze know that he would meet these big buyers of counterfeit banknotes in Southeast Asia here tonight.

He shook his head, got up and walked outside.

Ah Qiang got up and followed out.

Pass the corridor.

In the corner room.

Mo Sir and Song Zijie, who have not left yet, are pulling people out.

"Grass mud horse, let me go!"

The arrested person cursed and said, "Why the hell did you arrest me!"

"Be honest, temporary inspection, if I want to pull you, I will pull you!"

Song Zijie punched him in the stomach: "Wait in, I'll see if your mouth is still fucking hard!"

"Take it off!"

Song Zijie's eyes fell on Deng Jiayong who was passing by, he glanced at him deeply, and then left with the messenger.

"Is it really a temporary inspection?"

Deng Jiayong looked at Song Zijie who was leaving, and murmured: "Could it really be a coincidence?"

Go forward again.

In the next private room.

The waiter just came out of the private room.

Deng Jiayong saw the people in the private room through the open door.

Zhong Wenze was sitting in the main seat, drinking with Song Zihao and Ma Keli. Beside him were Li Zeen, Li Yunxin, and Sister Mei.

Several people talked and talked.

Zhong Wenze happened to see Deng Jiayong passing by, and said hello: "Brother Yong, come in for a drink?"

"Thank you!"

Deng Jiayong smiled and waved his hands, glanced at the house number in the private room: "No, you guys eat."

Done.

He strode away.

Hall entrance.

Seeing to be out of the hall.

Deng Jiayong seemed to have remembered something, turned back abruptly, and came to the front of the bar.

He looked at the girl at the front desk inside, and tapped his fingers on the table: "Pretty girl, I want to ask you something?"

"You said."

The front desk nodded in agreement.

"Thank you."

Deng Jiayong showed a kind smile: "Those people in the 8888 private room, when did they book their seats?"

This private room.

It happened to be the private room where Zhong Wenze and the others were.

"Excuse me."

The girl at the front desk shook her head directly, and refused with righteous words: "We will not disclose customer information."

"hiss"

Deng Jiayong took a deep breath, frowned and stared at the girl at the front desk for a long time: "Hey, pretty girl, why do you look familiar to me? Have we met somewhere?"

"Have it?"

The girl at the front desk raised her eyelids and rolled her eyes: "Don't think that if you want to get close, I will tell you the information. This is impossible."

"I'm serious."

Deng Jiayong thought for a while, and finally remembered: "Aren't you the one who worked in Dafugui Restaurant? The one on Fumin Road."

"Welcome?"

Correct.

It is welcome.

Deng Jiayong remembered.

This woman was a welcome guest at the Fugui Restaurant on Fumin Road before.

"Acridine ho?"

The front desk sighed: "Do you really know me?"

"Ha ha."

Deng Jiayong bared his teeth and smiled: "You are quite unique and pretty, so I will write it down."

"Ha ha."

The receptionist covered his mouth and laughed, the smile blossomed, and his shoulders trembled with the smile.

woman.

I have never been able to resist words of praise for myself.

"Then tell me?"

Deng Jiayong returned to the topic: "Information about that private room in 8888?"

"Ah!"

The front desk sneered, the smile disappeared in an instant, and he waved his hand again to refuse, with righteous words and impassioned words:
"Sorry, we refuse to provide any customer information to the outside world, and it is absolutely confidential."

"hiss"

Deng Jiayong took a breath and frowned again.

He thought about it.

First, he looked left and right to make sure there was no one there. He put his palms into the inner pockets of his clothes, took out two large golden bulls, spread them out and smoothed them out, and stuffed them directly into the pockets of the black suit at the front desk:

"Now? Can you tell me?"

"Hahaha"

The receptionist laughed again.

Without any nonsense, she quickly opened the book in front of her and searched quickly, turned to the page of reservation information, and turned directly to Deng Jiayong:

"Hurry up, hurry up, don't be seen in a while."

"Ah."

Deng Jiayong laughed, and his eyes fell on the reservation book.

on the booking information.

This page is the reservation information three days ago.

In other words.

three days ago.

This private room was reserved by someone.

"It was ordered by a man named Li Zeen."

The front desk looked left and right, afraid of being discovered by his own people, and quickly explained to the side: "He made a reservation in advance three days ago, and the reservation is for eight people."

"three days ago"

Deng Jiayong carefully looked at the reservation information, nodded: "Okay, I know it in my heart."

"Bye bye!"

The front desk immediately turned the book back, pinching the bottom of the scheduled book with his fingers, ready to continue turning the pages.

She pretended to be nonchalant and looked around:

"What else is there to see? Hurry up, I will definitely not return the money to you."

"Ah!"

Deng Jiayong laughed: "You take the money."

After speaking, he left.

In the car.

He sat in the co-pilot and muttered to himself:
"Li Ze'en reserved this private room three days ago. He should be the one who invited Zhong Wenze to dinner. According to their relationship, it is only natural to invite Zhong Wenze to dinner."

"Is it really a coincidence?"

He clasped his fingers together and tapped up and down, not knowing what he was thinking: "What happened tonight should be a coincidence."

"I chose the clubhouse myself yesterday. It doesn't make sense that they knew where I was going to meet this group of people three days ago."

thought here.

Deng Jiayong basically knew it in his heart.

Furthermore.

It is said that the bars and theaters that Shengshi Group has drastically renovated in Yuen Long are all linked to Li Zeen.

Behind Li Zeen is the Li Group.

Zhong Wenze should not mess around, but at that time, he will use these bars and theaters to rationalize money.

Forgive him, Zhong Wenze didn't dare to fiddle with anything.

after an hour.

Clubhouse lobby.

Zhong Wenze and his group came out of the private room to eat, and the group walked out talking and laughing.

He stepped to the front desk and looked at the front desk: "Just now, did he come to see the reservation information for you?"

"Look at it."

The receptionist nodded, and took out the two big golden bulls given by Deng Jiayong from his pocket, as if showing off his spoils:
"I was a little reserved and didn't show it to him, but he's kind enough to give me money."

"He gave me money, and I'll show him."

She happily put the banknotes into her pocket, and patted her chest: "Don't worry, he won't think too much about it."

"How about it, I don't get the title of little white dragon with plain face for nothing, right? I use money to do things, and I have to do everything properly for you."

The reservation information on that book is false.

Zhong Wenze did it himself.

As for the little white dragon with plain noodles, it is indeed the welcome guest of the Fugui Restaurant on Fumin Road.

At first.

When Zhong Wenze, Zhou Kehua, and Wang Bo swept away Aji's gang, Zhong Wenze asked her to buy flowers for him.

Flowers used to hide guns.

did not expect.

I ran into her here tonight, so I asked her to help out again.

After receiving the news that Deng Jiayong met Southeast Asian buyers in this club, they happened to have dinner anyway.

Zhong Wenze simply asked Li Zeen and the others to come to this clubhouse for dinner.

He asked Li Zeen to go to the front desk to do these things.

Deng Jiayong couldn't think of it.

this wave.

Zhong Wenze is in the atmosphere.

This set of routines is one set, like a layer cake.

Even though Deng Jiayong was already very careful and tried to find out all kinds of evidence, Zhong Wenze still gave him a clear routine, and he couldn't find any doubts.

"Here."

Zhong Wenze took out a thick stack of banknotes from his pocket and handed them to her: "This is for you."

"It's much, much more."

Xiao Bailong waved his hand: "Didn't you already give the deposit, you paid too much."

As she spoke, she started counting the money and wanted to return the extra money to Zhong Wenze: "Use money to do things, never overcharge, a golden signboard."

"Ha ha!"

Zhong Wenze was amused by her, and looked up and down the plain-faced little white dragon: "You are quite an interesting person."

"Are you interested in doing something for me?"

"Do something for you?"

Xiao Bailong looked at Zhong Wenze, rubbed his chin: "What do you do?"

She remembered what happened last time at Dafugui Restaurant.

The shooting.

It must have something to do with Zhong Wenze.

"I'm a serious businessman who runs bars and theaters."

Zhong Wenze organized the language, and said quickly: "Just in time, I want to open a few new bars and theaters in Yuen Long District. You can go to my bar and be the manager."

"manager?"

Xiao Bailong looked at him in disbelief, then waved his hands: "Forget it, forget it, forget it for the manager, I don't understand anything."

"interesting."

Zhong Wenze smiled more intensely.

Knowing how to measure, the heart is also mature.

"You manager, regardless of the operation, is responsible for helping me manage the interpersonal relationship in the bar."

Zhong Wenze said with a smile: "I think you are very suitable for this position. I like your character very much."

"Smart enough, enough."

"Pooh!"

Xiao Bailong spat directly: "My old lady is a decent person, she never betrays her appearance."

"..."

Zhong Wenze was speechless for a moment, and couldn't help laughing: "I'm not saying that I want you to betray your appearance, but it's equivalent to the role of intelligence gathering, and it's completely different from being a wine companion, okay?"

"Forehead"

Xiao Bailong snorted, but his heart was a little moved.

"Monthly salary, let's start with [-]."

Zhong Wenze opened his mouth and came, offering conditions: "Meal allowance + company single-person apartment dormitory + five insurances and one housing fund."

"What are the five insurances and one housing fund?"

"Sorry, I got it wrong."

Zhong Wenze waved his hand in embarrassment, and skipped directly: "Anyway, it's just that the treatment is good, and it's better than yours. Your ability is too inferior to a front desk."

"However, I still have some stage fright."

Xiao Bailong was a little hesitant: "If you kicked him away after not working for a few days, it would be too embarrassing."

"Don't worry, you won't."

Zhong Wenze reassured again: "What I need is you, a smart person, but I don't value your management ability. Other managers will do the management, so you don't need to worry about it."

"Then let me try?"

Xiao Bailong was a little moved.

Although she didn't fully understand Zhong Wenze, she had a feeling that the handsome man in front of her certainly wouldn't have spent so much talking to trick herself.

Moreover.

The two girls who were with him were superior to him in terms of beauty.

There's no need to trick yourself, right?

"it is good."

Zhong Wenze nodded happily, and took out a stack of banknotes again: "The bar will only open next month, and this month's salary will be given to you first, so you can do whatever you want."

"Wow, you gave too much!"

Xiao Bailong looked at the wad of money, his eyes lit up.

"Ha ha."

Zhong Wenze smiled, turned and left.

(End of this chapter)