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Chapter 362 Did You Call Me?

Deng Jiayong Villa.

Deng Jiayong held the cigarette between his fingers, took a sip, and then slammed the cigarette end into the ashtray.

"Why haven't you come back?"

He muttered softly, and his eyes fell on the landline beside him.

meet as planned.

Even if Ah Qiang didn't bring anyone back, he should have replied to himself.

Deng Jiayong got up from his seat and walked back and forth in the office anxiously, raising his hand to look at the dial of his watch from time to time.

More than an hour has passed.

Ah Qiang and the others still haven't come back.

Not only did he not come back, but he also did not call himself to report the news later.

None of the boys he sent out to follow came back, which made him feel restless.

"It shouldn't be a big problem."

Deng Jiayong comforted himself in his heart: "The Shengshi Group has everything in my hands, and Zhong Wenze doesn't dare to do anything wrong."

He looked at the hour hand on the wristwatch that was already pointing to seven o'clock, and called to his secretary: "How's the preparation going outside? Have everything been arranged?"

tonight.

Several partners from the empire on which the sun never sets were invited to talk about increasing cooperation in the counterfeit banknote business.

This progress cannot be missed.

07:30 in the evening.

Deng Jiayong's villa is brightly lit.

The hall was busy, with servants walking back and forth in the room from time to time, and the long table was full of all kinds of wine and dishes.

Several customers from Sun Never Set had a good chat with Deng Jiayong.

"The shipyard can help me transport it, whether it is ammunition or cargo, there is no problem and it is quite safe."

Deng Jiayong was holding a goblet, shaking the red wine in it, talking loudly:

"Those next players in Southeast Asia have now cooperated with me normally, and there have been no problems at all after so many transactions."

"My production base has also been fully rolled out, and both quality and speed will be guaranteed."

Done.

He sipped his red wine contentedly, feeling somewhat complacent.

The current development speed of the counterfeit banknote base, even Deng Jiayong himself, thinks it is very good.

"Going so fast?"

"Not bad, very good!"

The white skins looked at each other and nodded in satisfaction.

Some people feel that there is not enough support.

"What about the official relationship?"

"Yes, if something goes wrong, is there anyone to help with finishing?"

then.

Everyone's eyes fell on Deng Jiayong again.

"Are you joking?"

Deng Jiayong curled his lips in disdain, and he was satisfied: "I also arrange the official relationship clearly."

"Especially in the Saigon district where the shipyard is located, there is not a lot of money that should be spent and managed."

He said loudly, simply and rudely: "The messenger above wants 200 million, and I will give 500 million. It's that straightforward!"

"high!"

Several people's eyes lit up, and they gave a thumbs up sincerely: "Then next week, send a batch of goods to us."

"it is good."

Deng Jiayong nodded reservedly, as if he felt that he hadn't boasted enough, and continued: "Do you know how powerful my relationship is here now?"

"how?"

Everyone cheers.

"Just say what you say!"

Deng Jiayong pointed at the door: "Believe it or not, I am asking someone to pull a batch of goods and scatter them in front of the Saigon Police Station. Not only will they not arrest me, but they will also help me pack them together!"

It's really not him blowing.

According to Deng Jiayong's idea.

Mo Sir collected so much money from himself, and Zhong Wenze's Shengshi Group was tied to him again, and he, Mo Sir, was the first to suffer when something happened.

He must have wiped his own ass.

"Humph!"

He looked at the monkeys in the empire on which the sun never sets, and he was full of ambition: "Nothing else, but the relationship is strong, and they are completely tied together."

Just talking.

Suddenly there was a sound.

The ear-piercing gunshots from outside broke the harmonious atmosphere in the hall, and the gringos stood up almost subconsciously.

"Who the fuck!"

Deng Jiayong frowned in displeasure, and looked at his confidant next to him: "Which one is not open-eyed and shoots indiscriminately? Isn't this disturbing the elegance of my guests?"

"I'll go down and see."

The confidant responded, and immediately turned around and walked out quickly.

"Fire and fire."

Deng Jiayong stretched out his hand to comfort everyone: "Don't panic, the little brother below made a mistake in the operation."

"Don't worry, everyone, this is my home, what else can happen?"

Just talking.

The door of the hall was pushed open by his confidant.

The confidant's pace was unsteady, and he rushed in in a panic, with a flustered tone: "Yong, Brother Yong."

"What?"

Deng Jiayong frowned again: "Everyone has something wrong tonight? Speak slowly and straighten your tongue!"

"It's full of bad guys outside!"

The confidant took a deep breath, and said quickly: "Flying Tigers, there are all Flying Tigers outside!"

As soon as this word comes out.

It exploded right away.

Several white-skinned monkeys in the Empire on which the sun never sets reached out for their guns and looked outside the house in panic.

"what?"

Deng Jiayong's eyes widened, and he stretched out his hand to grab his confidant: "Flying Tigers? Where's your mother, what are the Flying Tigers doing here!"

Just talking.

The gunshots outside the house sounded again, and then became more intense. It was obvious that the two sides were firing at each other, rapid and loud.

The gunshots lasted for a short time and then died away.

Hasty footsteps sounded outside the house.

"problem occurs?!"

Deng Jiayong's heart skipped a beat, and he looked at the white-skinned monkeys: "Go first, I'll take care of it!"

Doorway.

A team of uniformed Flying Tigers has already swarmed in, the explosion-proof shields are smashed on the floor, and the submachine guns are pointed directly into the house.

"It's all here, why go?"

Mo Sir came out from behind the Flying Tigers, and looked at Deng Jiayong with a smile: "Why don't we deal with it together!"

"Mr. Mo!"

When Deng Jiayong saw Mo Sir who was leading the team, he looked at him suspiciously: "What are you doing?"

"We have received a report from an informant that you are involved in an international counterfeit banknote case, and now we ask you to go back with us to investigate!"

Mo Sir spoke in an official tone, and made a loud and clear announcement: "You have the right to remain silent, but every word you say may become evidence in court!"

Paused.

He gestured towards the outside: "Don't resist, those boys outside of you who resisted have already been killed by the Flying Tigers on the spot!"

"Deng Jiayong!"

The white-skinned monkey became impatient when he saw this, looked at the black muzzle of the Flying Tigers, angrily walked up to Deng Jiayong, and asked:

"This is your relationship? Your relationship that covers the sky with one hand?!"

"To shut up!"

Deng Jiayong shouted angrily, and looked back at Mo Sir: "Mo Sir, is there some misunderstanding?"

He looked at Mo Sir for a few seconds, and smiled again: "I, Deng Jiayong, am a serious businessman, how could it have something to do with counterfeit banknotes, your news must be wrong."

"Does it have anything to do with you, you don't know?"

Mo Sir glanced sideways at Deng Jiayong: "Stop talking nonsense, disarm and surrender!"

"Wait a moment!"

Deng Jiayong gritted his teeth unwillingly, stared at Mo Sir and shouted: "I'll make a call!"

"Call up?"

Mo Sir glanced at him: "Who are you calling?"

Deng Jiayong didn't speak, he went straight to the phone and started dialing.

Mo Sir didn't stop him, he took out a cigarette, lit it, and smoked leisurely.

The phone got through.

But no one answered.

Deng Jiayong's face was gloomy, and he called again, but still no one answered.

"Brother Yong!"

Zhong Wenze's loud voice sounded from the door: "Are you going to call me?!"

(End of this chapter)