Rebirth: My 80s

"Grrrrrr!"

On the beautifully carved small round table, in the bright silver charcoal stove pot, the water-like soup base is rolling, exuding a rich and fresh aroma.

However, this is not pure water being poured into the stove, but all the ingredients in the carefully brewed soup base have been filtered out.

This is a luxurious suite in the Lisboa Hotel, warmly decorated and like home.

Li Jiankun and He Shen were waiting for their dinner companions. Before they finished smoking a Havana cigar, there was a knock on the door of the European-style white solid wood room.

"Here we come." He Shen stood up from the leather sofa with a smile and winked at the waitress waiting at the table. The latter hurried forward and opened the door.

A slightly bald middle-aged man in his forties walked in. Li Jiankun had seen the photo, and it was undoubtedly Zhan Peizhong. He also got up from the sofa, and when he was about to give a friendly smile, his expression was stunned and his eyes moved behind Zhan Peizhong.

He didn't come alone, he had a companion.

This man is thin, has slightly long hair, wears sunglasses with yellow lenses, an exaggerated silver suit, a floral shirt, the collar of the shirt is turned out, and a large gold chain hangs around his neck.

Chen Qingsong!

Li Jiankun thought to himself that although he had never met the other party, his intuition told him that this uninvited guest was Chen Qingsong.

He cast a questioning look at He Shen, who gave him a look back, indicating that he had not invited Chen Qingsong.

"Let me tell you, when there was work on hand, Mr. He hurriedly invited Ah Zhong over. He promised me that he would not bet. Sure enough, something happened."

Chen Qingsong put his hands in his pockets and looked very familiar. As he walked through the door, he looked around. After passing by He Shen, his eyes settled on Li Jiankun. "You are so young, you have extraordinary bearing, and you can even get Mr. He to treat you. If you guessed correctly, he is the one behind 'Quinlan' who is more mysterious than me in Hong Kong City."

Li Jiankun took a long breath from his cigar and puffed out a mouthful of white mist at his face that was in need of a beating.

He Shen stepped forward and pulled Zhan Peizhong aside. He didn't know what he said. The latter looked helpless.

After He Shen glanced at Li Jiankun, he looked at Chen Qingsong and laughed: "The visitor is a guest. Let's eat and chat while eating."

Li Jiankun walked to the dining table first, and Dama Jindao sat down. He really didn't expect Chen Qingsong to follow him, but it didn't matter, let's talk openly.

He Shen waved his hand to his side, and the waitress bowed to leave. The four of them sat around the dining table and cooked the hot pot themselves. Li Jiankun and Chen Qingsong poured the whole plate of meat into the pot and devoured it as if they were at home.

He Shen sipped the wine and said nothing with a smile.

Only Zhan Peizhong seemed uncomfortable. Although he has the ability to be pregnant, in terms of identity, status and wealth, he is far from these three people. I was able to make friends with He Shen purely because of his superb gambling skills and his frequent visits to Haojiang.

Just as Li Jiankun poured a plate of thinly sliced ​​beef into the pot, Chen Qingsong raised his chopsticks and asked with a smile: "Mr. Li, can I have a piece of this plate of meat?"

"Do you want to eat shit?"

"Haha, you have personality, I like it." A cold light flashed across Chen Qingsong's eyes behind his yellow sunglasses.

Li Jiankun took out a spoonful of the cooked beef with a slotted spoon and put it into Zhan Peizhong's bowl, who quickly thanked him.

"Ah Zhong, right?" Li Jiankun put down his chopsticks, leaned back, picked up the red wine glass and shook it gently, "Let me tell you something you may not like to hear: Are you tired of living?"

Anger welled up on Zhan Peizhong's face. He stared at him with wide eyes for a while, then looked away and started eating by himself.

Li Jiankun poked Chen Qingsong in the air with the finger that was not holding the cup, and continued: "You should know better than anyone what kind of thing this is. The Hong Kong Police, the Independent Commission Against Corruption, and Interpol are all investigating him, and you are still following him around." .Is it wrong for me to say that you are tired of living?"

The white jade-encrusted chopsticks in Zhan Peizhong's hand paused for a moment, his head drooped and he didn't reply.

Chen Qingsong took a sip of wine, as if these words were praising him, shaking his head and said: "Oh, I understand, so that's what happened: Want to pry Ah Zhong away from me? Haha, I thought I was already Those who love to daydream, today they realize that each mountain is higher than the other."

He paused, stared at Li Jiankun, and said word by word: "You can come up with such a bad idea. Are you filled with shit?"

Li Jiankun ignored him and kept his eyes on Zhan Peizhong. Many details showed one thing: Chen Qingsong and Zhan Peizhong were not partners at all. When the two were together, Zhan Peizhong was obviously just a pony.

After what he just said, Zhan Peizhong showed a helplessness.

Zhan Peizhong is by no means a fool. He may not want to leave Chen Qingsong, but he cannot.

He has something in Chen Qingsong's hands!

"Azhong, have you ever killed anyone?" Li Jiankun asked.

Zhan Peizhong raised his head in surprise, wondering if there was something wrong with this man's mind. How could he ask directly about such a thing? Besides, I ask, if I had really killed someone, could I tell you?

"No," he said.

"Then you are so afraid of him. If you don't have a murder case against you, what hurdles can't you overcome?" Li Jiankun said, "But if you continue to follow him, it's hard to say whether you will die in the future. Think about it for yourself!"

Zhan Peizhong's body trembled slightly, and the knuckles of his right hand holding the chopsticks turned white.

"Is the work done?" Chen Qingsong glanced at Li Jiankun, "Mr. Li, you are so shameless. Mr. He, have you ever seen this kind of dismantling of people in person?"

He Shen raised his hand to block the situation and said in a joking tone: "Don't drag me in, you can talk about yourselves."

Li Jiankun looked at Zhan Peizhong and when he wanted to say something more, Chen Qingsong shouted: "Shut your stupid mouth!"

He noticed that Zhan Peizhong's expression was struggling.

It's not like Zhan Peizhong never had the desire to leave him, when the Jianing Group collapsed.

He had the handle on Zhan Peizhong, but Zhan Peizhong was just a trader and had not committed any murders or arson. Those handles were not enough to kill Zhan Peizhong.

"Did I give you face?"

Wow!

Li Jiankun poured all the red wine in the glass onto Chen Qingsong's face. The latter stood up, took off his sunglasses, wiped his wet face, and was furious.

Li Jiankun also stood up.

The two are at odds with each other.

However, there is a huge difference in body size.

Chen Qingsong is only about 1.7 meters tall and weighs no more than 130.

As for the bodyguards on both sides, if they could rush in, it would be because of He Shen's incompetence.

"Yes, you have the guts." Chen Qingsong suddenly laughed again, picked up the pure white towel beside the table, wiped the wine, and said, "You should be angry, but if it were me, I would be angry too.

"Is there no way to go? I specially set up a trap to pry Azhong away.

"You can't help but give me the fat I like?

"Xiao Sha, if you had lowered your attitude and asked me to let you go, we still have to talk about this matter. Now...

"I've got you figured out!"

Li Jiankun took out the big cigarette from his trouser pocket, popped out a cigarette, lit it, and sprayed a puff of cigarette on his face, "Who do you think you are? Do you really think of yourself as a person?"

"If you weren't here with Brother He, would you be qualified to eat with me?