Hong Kong Zong starts from the heroic character

Chapter 358 The Arrogant Uncle Chen

Villa in Nanshanli.

Song Zihao picked up the pen, and started to write letters in a fluttering manner.

The second [-]-day appointment is coming soon, and I can write to Uncle Chen again to contact him.

Song Zihao's handwriting is very good, very chic, it took a few minutes to write a [-]-character composition, and then submitted it to Zhong Wenze:
"How about writing like this?"

The content of the letter reveals a theme:
Uncle Chen, your son was in a car accident and it was very serious. You need to visit him in the hospital.

This is their previous agreement.

After Chen Bo stayed in Deng Jiayong's counterfeit banknote base for a period of time, he gave Chen Bo a chance to come out and meet him under the guise of Chen Bo's son's accident.

The car accident and so on are all arranged by Zhong Wenze.

"The atmosphere isn't tense enough."

Zhong Wenze read the [-]-character composition written by Song Zihao, and took out a Parker pen to revise it: "Just write the critical illness notice, and let their father and son see each other for the last time."

"it is good."

Song Zihao hastily followed suit and copied out another copy.

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villa.

Deng Jiayong held the letter written by Song Zihao to Chen Bo in his hand, and frowned at the content on it: "Chen Bo's son had a car accident? Is there a critical illness notice?"

"Yes."

The subordinates around him stepped forward and nodded sideways: "It happened the day before yesterday. The eyeliner we were responsible for following Uncle Chen's son saw it with his own eyes."

Speaking of which, he still sighed a little: "The scene of the car accident was bloody. It's so bloody. I heard that the intestines seemed to flow out, but they didn't die on the spot?"

"you saw it?"

Deng Jiayong threw the letter on the table, and squinted at his subordinate: "From your tone, you seem to be heartbroken? Your son?"

"no no."

Only then did the subordinate realize that there was something wrong with his tone, and immediately explained: "That's what the follower brother said."

"Humph!"

Deng Jiayong snorted coldly, took out a cigarette and lit it, frowned and twitched: "In a car accident, all the intestines came out?"

"Uncle Chen has been squatting in the cell for so many years, and nothing happened to his son. Why did something happen to his son as soon as he came out to work for me? Is there such a coincidence?"

"The following brothers saw it with their own eyes, so they don't know if it's true or not."

The subordinate learned his lesson this time, and spoke very carefully, not expressing any position.

Deng Jiayong frowned and thought for a while, then tapped the ashtray: "You arrange someone to go to the hospital to inquire about the situation, and check the facts."

Soon.

The subordinate's information came back again: "It's absolutely true, the doctor who asked is really dying, and he hasn't come out of the intensive care unit."

"hiss"

Deng Jiayong took a deep breath, frowned and looked at the letter on the table: "It's really strange. If it doesn't happen sooner or later, why does it happen at this time? What happened when the letter was delivered?"

a while.

He called over to the secretary next to him: "Aren't you good at imitating other people's handwriting? Write a new letter."

"Ok."

The secretary did as he did, imitating Song Zihao's handwriting and re-wrote a letter, changing the content into normal words asking about safety.

"good."

Deng Jiayong took the letter and looked up and down, but basically couldn't find any clues, the handwriting seemed to be written by Song Zihao.

···
Counterfeit banknote base.

lounge.

Chen Bo sat on the edge of the table, drank his coffee, and quickly glanced at Song Zihao's letter to him.

Song Zihao leisurely smoked a cigarette, and said: "Uncle Chen, please write back a letter to Brother Hao, I just happened to take it out together."

Uncle Chen looked at the letter in his hand calmly.

According to their agreement, when the second letter came, they would go out with the reason of their son's car accident.

Why is it not mentioned a word in this letter now?

moment.

Uncle Chen raised his eyelids, threw the letter aside with his backhand, and said in a cold tone, "Brother Yong, it seems that you still don't trust me very much?"

"Ok?"

Deng Jiayong looked at Uncle Chen suspiciously: "Where do you start with this?"

Even so.

But his gaze still fell on the letter on the table intentionally or unintentionally.

Where is the clue in the letter, did he see it?

"Have I been working for you for so long? Haven't you had any problems at all?"

Chen Bo snorted coldly, pressed his palms against the edge of the table, and said in a very displeased tone, "But why do you have to fiddle with the letter Ah Hao wrote to me?"

"No!"

Deng Jiayong smirked, waved his hands and said, "How is it possible, what am I doing with your letter, it doesn't make any sense?"

"Ah!"

Uncle Chen squeezed the foot of the letter and shook it: "I forgot to tell you, my previous hobby was writing and practicing calligraphy. I used to write when I was free in Henglian."

"The reason why Ah Hao's handwriting is so beautiful is that I taught him how to practice it, and I taught him how to write the font of his name."

He slapped the letter on the table with his backhand, and he looked very angry:
"His character Hao, the end of this fold will be hooked inward, but this time it is not. Obviously this is not Ah Hao's character."

"how is this possible!"

Deng Jiayong was skeptical, took the letter and looked at it in a dignified manner, pretending to be relaxed: "Who would pay attention to such a small detail, maybe he just hooked it out this time."

"Oh! It's scary to get used to this thing."

Chen Bo took out the letter Song Zihao wrote to him last time and spread it out on the table: "You can compare the last letter."

really.

The last time Song Zihao's signature was indeed ticked inward.

This is really true.

Song Zihao's signature design was really designed by Chen Bo and taught him how to write it.

"..."

Deng Jiayong made a comparison and was speechless.

It's really such a thing.

"What did Ah Hao write?"

Uncle Chen crossed his arms with both hands, and quit: "I want to see Ah Hao."

"Uncle Chen."

Deng Jiayong explained patiently: "The machines are still running now, and the technicians need your guidance. How can you leave at will?"

"I want to see Ah Hao."

Uncle Chen's tone was very firm: "He must have asked me for something important, otherwise you wouldn't have revised the letter."

"Brother Hao didn't say anything, he just said he wanted to see you."

Deng Jiayong saw that this matter was not so easy to fool, so he could only change the reason casually: "It's not because I'm busy with the production of counterfeit banknotes, so I changed the letter."

"We'll meet again when it's not busy here, right?"

Uncle Chen shook his head resolutely, with an expression of letting go: "I want to see Ah Hao."

"If I don't see him, I won't continue to do things for you."

"..."

Deng Jiayong frowned all of a sudden.

He squinted at the secretary next to him with some displeasure, with obvious meaning: You can't do such a small thing well, waste.

"Uncle Chen."

In the production workshop of the base, a technician shouted: "The color of the ink seems to be adjusted incorrectly, come and have a look."

"Oh."

Uncle Chen responded dryly, but he didn't move at all. He sat on his seat drinking coffee, enjoying himself.

There is even more arrogance in this 60-year-old man.

"..."

Deng Jiayong was speechless again.

It's kind of annoying that the old man doesn't listen to control at all.

"it is good."

He had no choice but to nod and agree: "You go and get it first, I'll arrange someone to come over and take you out to see Brother Hao later, how about it?"

"Ah."

Only then did Uncle Chen nodded, and turned into the counterfeit banknote production workshop.

after an hour.

After all matters in the production workshop were arranged, Uncle Chen prepared to leave the workshop under the leadership of Ma Tsai.

Deng Jiayong is still very cautious on this issue.

Just like coming in.

Ma Zai first covered Uncle Chen's eyes with an eyepatch so that he could not see anything, and then he was led out of the base with the support of two people, one on the left and one on the right.

Out of base.

He got into another car and drove outside for quite a while, until he came to the bustling urban area. Uncle Chen's earmuffs were taken off, and then he changed into a van.

"Uncle Chen."

Deng Jiayong had already been waiting here, looking at Uncle Chen in the car: "Ah Qiang will take you to Brother Hao, you can tell him if you have anything."

Just to be on the safe side.

Deng Jiayong asked A Qiang, the most reliable gunman under his command, to lead the team himself, and brought five younger brothers to accompany him throughout the process.

The purpose is to prevent Uncle Chen from saying things that shouldn't be said to Song Zihao, or Song Zihao and the others snatch Uncle Chen away.

Of course.

Stealing people is the worst situation, but it has to be guarded against. The younger brothers all have big black stars stuffed around their waists to guard against them.

Facing such a huge battle, Uncle Chen didn't say anything, and nodded in agreement.

Gunner Ah Qiang was as taciturn as ever. He was wearing a black suit and white gloves, and he was wearing a pair of sunglasses, so he couldn't see his eyes clearly.

He walked to the driver's seat of the van, hooked the horse boy inside, then boarded the cab by himself, and drove the car himself.

As long as he leads the team, Ah Qiang will do it himself, even if it is driving now, he must control the steering wheel in his own hands.

The car kicked the accelerator and drove out.

Deng Jiayong frowned and looked at the taillights of the van, thought for a while, and then called out to the horse beside him again: "Drive the trolley and follow behind."

With a cautious mind, even though he took extra precautions against Uncle Chen, he still had to absolutely guarantee control over Uncle Chen.

Chen Bo, a technician, cannot be snatched away by Song Zihao and the others, nor can any accident happen.

He had to be on guard against Wenze and the others for an hour.

It is inevitable that they will come up with some new ghost ideas.

on the van.

Ah Qiang firmly controlled the steering wheel. First, he drove directly away from the urban area with a very clear purpose, and then wandered aimlessly on the street.

The meeting place is designated by them.

After wandering on the street for a while, Ah Qiang turned the steering wheel, and the van turned into a small road.

After driving for a long time, I came to a large factory building with no one there, and then stopped the car.

He got out of the car first, came to the public telephone booth on the side of the intersection, picked up the receiver and dialed a series of numbers.

The call is connected.

"Song Zihao."

Ah Qiang cherishes words like gold: "Zhongsheng Factory, come here."

over the phone.

After Song Zihao heard the location, he repeated the address to check whether it was correct or not.

Ah Qiang hung up immediately after listening.

"This shooter is really good enough."

Song Zihao took the hung up phone, shook his head and pressed the receiver back: "Speaking is like asking for money, and you won't say a word."

"You have to be careful with this person."

A Qiang's outfit in a black suit and white gloves came to Zhong Wenze's mind: "This shooter has high quality, excellent shooting skills, and high accuracy."

"It doesn't matter whether he shoots accurately or not, anyway, if I shoot down the bullet, I will kill him directly!"

While putting on the body armor, Mark Lee commented disdainfully on the sidelines: "Under the cover of firepower, all superb shooting skills are nothing."

before.

Mark Lee is completely unwilling to wear body armor, thinking that wearing body armor looks like a bun, and it will greatly affect his image of a trench coat.

But since he experienced the subtlety of body armor in the United States, he immediately asked Zhong Wenze to purchase these things after returning.

Whoever uses it is cool.

Especially for Mark Lee, who likes to use machine guns to charge, cover and crush with firepower, body armor is the most suitable for him.

soon.

Zhou Kehua's seven people were also ready to go. A group of people drove three cars. After leaving the villa, they parted ways and drove towards the location of Zhongsheng factory.

Zhong Wenze and Song Zihao shared a car. When they arrived at the Zhongsheng factory, they got out of the car and walked towards the inside.

Ma Zai, who had already been guarding the door, first looked at the two of them vigilantly, and then looked behind them. There was no one there: "Just you two?"

"It's not a war."

Zhong Wenze bit his cigarette, counted the staffing on the scene indifferently, and stepped in: "It's just a meeting, choosing such a place is really boring."

Song Zihao followed behind him.

inside.

Chen Bo stood in the middle of the factory building.

next to.

Two horse boys stood guarding Uncle Chen.

As for the gunman Ah Qiang, he was not at the scene.

"Uncle Chen."

After seeing Uncle Chen, Song Zihao quickened his pace a little, and walked up quickly: "Are you okay?"

He wanted to get close to Uncle Chen, but Ma Zai stopped him: "We can only talk from a distance."

"good."

Uncle Chen didn't bother with him, he nodded and looked at Song Zihao: "You are so anxious to find me, what's the matter?"

The two boys standing beside Uncle Chen stared at the two of them intently, and listened carefully to the conversation between the two of them, for fear of missing anything.

"Something happened to your son!"

Song Zihao showed a sad expression: "Three days ago, he was hit by a car. It was very tragic. The hospital issued a critical condition notice, and he is still in the intensive care unit."

"what?"

When Uncle Chen heard this, his whole body froze at first, and then he rushed up excitedly, ignoring Ma Zai's obstruction, grabbed Song Zihao's shoulder, shook him vigorously, and asked loudly:
"Why do you tell me such a big thing now? That's my son. If something happened to him, you didn't notify me immediately?"

Seeing the contact between the two, Ma Zai immediately wanted to stop them.

Zhong Wenze stepped forward and blocked the two of them.

(End of this chapter)