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Chapter 354 No Progress
"Snapped!"

The suitcase is opened.

Deng Jiayong put the suitcase on the table with his backhand and opened it halfway.

"..."

Deng Jiayong looked at the scene in the box, the expression on his face froze.

inside.

A box full of brand-new dollar bills is neatly arranged, and the binding lines on each bundle of dollar bills are neat and uniform.

The purpose of his coming today is actually to verify.

Deng Jiayong doubted the relationship between Zhong Wenze and Mo Sir, he still felt that what happened that night was too coincidental.

and so.

When he learned that Zhong Wenze and Mo Sir were meeting here, he rushed over immediately.

Grab the suitcase.

Just to verify that there is no money in it.

Zhong Wenze to the end.

Are you sending money to Sir Mo?

no doubt.

The results speak for themselves.

"Snapped!"

Song Zijie turned around and came back, slapped the suitcase, closed the suitcase half open again, and looked at him coldly:
"You do that, don't you?"

"Ha ha!"

Deng Jiayong smiled, and consciously buckled the suitcase, and handed it back to Song Zijie: "Sorry, I took it by mistake."

Mo Sir stepped up, first looked at Deng Jiayong, then at the diners who were sitting around and looked this way when they heard the movement, their faces were gloomy.

"You took it wrong?"

Mo Sir stared at Deng Jiayong, with a calm tone, without any emotional fluctuations, and said word by word:

"I have such a big business with Aze, you just opened the box in public?"

His tone sank: "Are you afraid that others will not know?"

"No."

Deng Jiayong smiled awkwardly: "This is a misunderstanding."

"Snapped!"

Mo Sir suddenly made a move, and slapped Deng Jiayong's face with his backhand.

His shot was too sudden and unexpected.

So much so that Deng Jiayong didn't even react, he staggered to the side with a hot face, and brought down the bowls and chopsticks on the table.

Deng Jiayong propped his hands on the table, his eyes were wide open, he turned his head subconsciously, and stared at Mo Sir.

That flushed face.

The blood tumbling became redder due to the surging anger.

"Mr. Mo!"

Zhong Wenze pretended to be surprised, and subconsciously wanted to rush up to check Deng Jiayong's situation: "Brother Yong is my friend!"

"To shut up!"

Mo Sir yelled furiously, and stared at Zhong Wenze: "You want to stand with him and disobey me!?"

"I"

Zhong Wenze opened his mouth, but he didn't say another word when he reached his mouth.

He didn't come up either, just stood aside and watched.

"Pfft!"

Deng Jiayong's breathing was a little short, and he just stared at Mo Sir.

The right hand drooping by the side was clenched into a fist, tightly clenched together, and the knuckles were slightly trembling due to the whitening of the force.

"You stare at me?"

Mo Sir moved his neck impatiently, reached out and tugged at the collar of his white shirt, and squinted at Deng Jiayong:
"You seem to be dissatisfied?"

"Yes!"

Deng Jiayong clenched his fists and trembled, gritted his teeth and said, "Mr. Mo is so powerful, he dared to hit someone!"

Although already very angry.

but.

Deng Jiayong still didn't dare to call out Mo Sir's identity directly in the public.

"what?"

Mo Sir turned his head to one side, and asked with a sneer, "I'm so powerful?"

"Snapped!"

next second.

Mo Sir shot again without warning.

This slap increased a bit more force, and directly slapped Deng Jiayong on the table.

his face.

Two clear palm prints remained on it, very conspicuous.

"Fucking no one has ever dared to disobey me!"

Mo Sir didn't give up, stepped up and grabbed Deng Jiayong's collar, and directly pulled him up.

He first stared at Deng Jiayong's big back covered with hairspray for a long time, then moved his head to Deng Jiayong's ear, his voice was low and cold:
"I'm trying to make money, what the hell do you mean by opening my cash box in public? You want me to hit the streets?!"

"Puff puff!"

Deng Jiayong didn't speak, but gasped heavily, his right hand pinching his thigh tightly.

His chest was full of anger, and he couldn't vent it.

"You seem quite dissatisfied?"

Mo Sir sneered, and pushed Deng Jiayong down on the table with his backhand: "What the hell are you? I'm going to play you to death, it's a matter of minutes."

He stretched out his hand and tugged at the hem of the shirt, flattening the folds: "I'm wearing this skin, ten of you, is it enough for me to see?!"

He turned away.

When passing by Zhong Wenze, he gave Zhong Wenze a serious look, and said indifferently, "The place you chose today makes me very unhappy!"

Done.

Mo Sir strode outside.

Song Zijie stood where he was, first looked at Mo Sir's back, then at Zhong Wenze and Deng Jiayong.

"Keep it to yourself!"

Song Zijie directly threw the cash box he was carrying on the table, and quickly followed him out.

"Da da da"

in the hall.

For a moment, there was only the crisp sound of two people's leather shoes stepping on the floor.

"It's gone! It's gone!"

Zhong Wenze dismissed the waiter impatiently and pulled Deng Jiayong up.

His brows were twisted into Chuan characters, and he stared at Deng Jiayong gloomyly: "What the hell are you going to do?"

"What the hell are you doing opening this thing? You don't know what's in it?"

Zhong Wenze looked at him annoyed, and said sweetly: "Fuck, I can't give this thing out in my hands now, I'll fuck your mother, I'm really going to be played to death by you!"

"call"

Deng Jiayong gritted his teeth with a livid face, let out a heavy breath, and still didn't speak.

"I'm really convinced!"

Zhong Wenze stared at Deng Jiayong for a long time, then said helplessly: "I find that you are quite good at finding trouble sometimes."

"it's good now."

He slapped his hands and said irritably, "I'm going to fucking talk to him about it again."

"If this matter is not handled well, don't talk about me. If he bites you, you can ask for blessings yourself."

Done.

Zhong Wenze waved to Song Zihao, grabbed the cash box on the table, and hurriedly chased him out of the hall.

in the hall.

Deng Jiayong looked at their leaving back with red eyes, twisted his nose with his thumb, gritted his teeth and left here.

Although unhappy.

But he has nothing to do now.

Take a step back.

He also didn't expect that this little inspector would dare to be so arrogant, and immediately attack him at the slightest disagreement.

If I really offended Mo Sir, it would be really difficult to do business later on. It's not difficult to solve it as an inspector.

The difficulty is the relationship behind him.

He Mo Sir, if there was no big shot behind him, he definitely wouldn't dare to be so arrogant, and definitely wouldn't dare to take money in his pocket so blatantly.

"Big guy!"

Ma Zai, who was originally in charge of following Zhong Wenze, came over and stared at the direction they left: "Do you want to do that pounce on the street?"

"Be your mother!"

Deng Jiayong slapped Ma Zai on the face with his backhand, then kicked him to the ground, and kicked him hard.

He was worrying that he had nowhere to vent his anger, so this Pujie put his face closer, and Deng Jiayong didn't give up until the anger in his heart was vented.

"Tonight, Dafugui Restaurant, a private room."

Deng Jiayong took out the cigarette in his pocket, lit it, took a deep puff, and ordered to his younger brother: "Send an invitation to Zhong Wenze, and ask him to call Mr. Mo together."

Don't offend Sir.

How could he not know himself, no matter what he did, he shouldn't fight with a group of people wearing a layer of skin like them.

Otherwise, I don't know how it fell.

Those who deserve to make amends still have to make amends.

Here.

Zhong Wenze chased Song Zihao out, followed Mo Sir's car and went straight back to the villa in Nanshanli.

"Mo Sir, you were really good at acting that part just now."

Song Zijie brought coffee to Mo Sir, still immersed in the scene just now: "Really, I admire you so much."

"If I wasn't your subordinate, I really thought you were a police officer who took everything black and white."

"Too arrogant!"

"Ah!"

Mo Sir took a small sip of his coffee: "If I don't show a little momentum, how can I frighten Deng Jiayong?"

"Yes Yes Yes."

Song Zijie nodded in agreement: "Deng Jiayong's expression at that time, hahaha, was so funny, like eating shit, and he didn't dare to touch you."

"Hahaha"

Everyone immediately burst into laughter.

"can."

Zhong Wenze also very much agreed with Mo Sir's performance just now: "After today's incident, Deng Jiayong should have completely lost his temper."

"It won't be long before Brother Hao and Brother Xiao Ma should be able to formally contact them."

"The next thing will be left to you."

Mo Sir's eyes swept over everyone: "We must destroy their international counterfeit banknote group."

They are talking.

the phone is ringing.

It was Deng Jiayong who called, Zhong Wenze took it, responded with a few words that were not salty, and then cut off: "Deng Jiayong reserved a private room at Dafugui at night, and specifically asked me to call you to go with me."

"Ha ha."

Mo Sir nodded in satisfaction: "I won't go there, just show your attitude."

night.

Zhong Wenze attended the appointment on time.

Mo Sir definitely didn't come over.

As for this matter, it is also a point to stop. Although Mo Sir did not come, Zhong Wenze still expressed Mo Sir's attitude:

Let's talk about this matter again, I don't want to see it next time.

Naturally, Deng Jiayong didn't dare to say anything more, both parties skipped over this matter very tacitly, as if it hadn't happened, and no one would bring it up again.

Eat half of the meal.

"Cough cough..."

Deng Jiayong cleared his throat, looked at Song Zihao and Mark Li: "Brother Hao, on Tuesday, please help me get some goods for Taylor."

talking.

He took out two cash boxes from under the table and pushed them in front of the two of them: "The previous things are over, this is my point."

"Brother Yong is quite interesting."

Song Zihao stretched out his hand to pull the cash box, opened a corner to look at it, and then closed it with satisfaction: "I understand what you mean, no problem."

Paused.

He then said: "You specify a place, I will pick it up with Xiao Ma, and then go to trade with Taylor."

"it is good."

Deng Jiayong laughed, very satisfied with Song Zihao's attitude, and praised: "Brother Hao is still professional, and he is good at things."

Song Zihao didn't take the initiative to go to his counterfeit banknote base, but let him designate a place to pick up the goods, which made people feel relieved.

"Everyone is happy."

Zhong Wenze leaned sideways on the back of the seat, summarizing and teasing: "Brother Yong, just don't make routines like Brother Hao."

"Don't take a pile of blank papers and slander Brother Hao for swallowing your goods."

"Hahaha"

Deng Jiayong raised his head and laughed loudly: "Ah Ze, Ah Ze, you really are a genius."

"I'm relying on Brother Hao to help me stabilize the business in Southeast Asia. How could I dare to trick him."

that's it.

Zhong Wenze and Deng Jiayong are in close contact.

Song Zihao and Mark Lee had traded with them in the counterfeit banknote market in Southeast Asia before, and both sides were familiar with each other.

and so.

In the past half a month, there have been several consecutive transactions without any mistakes, and the transactions have been completed perfectly.

Deng Jiayong achieved his goal in a short period of time.

but.

On Song Zihao's side, there was really no progress at all.

Although they have tried their best to contact Deng Jiayong's confidants from the side, trying to get some information about the counterfeit banknote base, but there is no progress.

The location of the counterfeit banknote base is extremely hidden, and there is no progress at all.

···
Villa in Nanshanli.

"Brother Hao!"

Zhong Wenze took out a cigarette, sent around to Song Zihao and Mark Li, and lit one himself: "No progress?"

"no progress."

Song Zihao frowned and took a puff of his cigarette: "The people Deng Jiayong sent over to contact us are all low-level horse boys, and they don't know the core information of the counterfeit banknote group at all."

"Also, Deng Jiayong seems to be very thoughtful. Recently, he has been trying to get us to bring his people to participate in the transaction."

He flicked the cigarette ash, and his face was a little anxious: "The market in Southeast Asia has gradually stabilized with them."

"Deng Jiayong is the one who tried every means to support himself, and then find a suitable opportunity to kick us out."

"At that time, there is really no chance at all."

They can only inquire about Deng Jiayong's counterfeit banknote base inadvertently. If they are too active, it will inevitably make Deng Jiayong suspicious.

As his voice fell.

The hall fell silent for a while.

Zhong Wenze silently sucked on a cigarette, staring at a dollar bill on the coffee table in a daze.

The cigarette held between his fingers, the blue smoke slowly spiraled up along the cigarette butt, and then drifted away.

It will take a while.

Zhong Wenze seemed to have remembered something, and put out the cigarette in the ashtray with his backhand, and leaned forward:

"Brother Hao, will you make counterfeit banknotes?"

"Definitely not."

Song Zihao helplessly spread his hands and shook his head: "We are only in charge of transactions, and those who make counterfeit banknotes are technicians."

"Then do you know anyone who makes counterfeit money?"

Zhong Wenze asked again, and said quickly: "In the past, Henglian made counterfeit banknotes. Aren't you the core personnel? Do you know the technicians?"

"hiss"

Song Zihao couldn't help but took a deep breath, and looked at Zhong Wenze who looked expectant: "We know this one, he was the core technician of Henglian's counterfeit banknotes before."

"It's him!"

Zhong Wenze snapped his fingers: "It will be of great use to me to find him."

(End of this chapter)