Hong Kong Comprehensive: Starting from the dispatch of generals from Kuling

As he spoke, Bai Fu waved his hand, and the coffee table was piled neatly with banknotes.

The impact of cash on people is self-evident. Even if Huang Xing was not short of money in his previous life and had used money to smash people, he would still feel happy when he saw so many banknotes.

He picked up a stack casually, flicked it briefly, and heard the crisp sound of banknotes, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly: "What a windfall! Yes, there are so many banknotes in Ba Kuu's hand?"

If there is no accident, these should be the payment owed by Bakuen to Liangkun.

Hong Xing doesn't like fans, Liang Kun wants to make money, but doesn't dare to break the rules blatantly, so he recruits Bakuan to join the gang.

Both of them are hanging out in Mong Kok, and they are selling brothers, Liangkun, and Bakuen. If this business can really be done, it will really make a lot of money every day.

The reason why the payment will be made later is that on the one hand, it may be that Bhagavan has no money, and on the other hand, Liangkun may also want to push all the risks to Bakuan's side.

After all, most of the police catch fans from the bottom up.

In the original plot, Liangkun cursed Bakuen in the morgue and owed him more than 2000 million yuan, which should be the money.

"Did they find out?" Huang Xing asked.

"No! But according to the rules, the powder tents are closed once a day, and they will find out by tomorrow night at the latest!" Bai Fu said.

Huang Xing's eyes flickered when he thought of the goods that had been scattered tonight.

"Then you go again tomorrow night, follow whoever takes the money, and get the money back!"

Even if the price is reduced, those goods should cost 70 million.

I still have a difference of 9000 to [-] million, so if I can get a little bit, it's a little bit.

As for fans... Huang Xing is not the Holy Mother, so he doesn't bother to care so much.

From now on, after taking over Bhagavan's territory, it will be a great merit if you take care of your subordinates so as not to touch it.

"understand!"

Bai Fu nodded to accept the order, and disappeared in a flash.

Huang Xing lit a cigarette, stared at the banknote in front of him and pondered for a moment, then slowly pressed his hand on it.

The next moment, the smoky characters really appeared following Huang Xing's mind.

[330 yuan in cash detected, please select the sacrifice amount]

Huang Chen pondered for a moment: "1000 million!"

More than [-]% of the banknotes on the coffee table turned into pink streamers and disappeared.

[Exclusive entry upgrade task: Sacrifice [-] million Hong Kong paper]

【Current progress: 1/10】

There were more than 330 million left, Huang Xing thought for a while, and put them all in the hotel safe.

"It seems that before Bakugan is dealt with, I have to take over this room for a long time!"

According to the old theory, Huang Xing is just a blue lantern now, a bad guy at the bottom of the club, an inconspicuous role.

But Huang Xing was wearing a suit and tie, and was carrying a mobile phone in his hand. After Hua Gulong got the car tomorrow, he would have a car for going in and out. If he was not short of money, then anyone would be able to tell that something was wrong. up.

Therefore, the money can only be temporarily placed in the safe in case of emergency.

It's not time for flowers yet.

Huang Xing raised his hand to disperse the word "smoke", the mist spread, and gathered into shape again.

【Happiness value: 1375】

[The current happiness value meets the requirements of ten consecutive draws. Do you want to draw? 】

"no!"

Huang Chen took a puff of smoke, remembering that tonight not only a windfall came from the sky, but also had an intersection with Ah Hong and A Min, which can be regarded as a fruitful harvest.

The harvest of happiness value is an unexpected surprise.

He didn't take Hua Gulong seriously at first, but he didn't expect that he would generate so much happiness just by teasing him casually.

It seems that this guy also has great potential, it is worth digging deeper!

Thinking in his heart, Huang Xing stubbed out the cigarette butt, yawned and stretched, took off his suit jacket, and walked into the bedroom unsteadily.

……

In the early morning of the next day, the news that Brother Baguan was hanged from the lamppost last night had already spread throughout Hong Kong Island.

With the hot sales of popular newspapers from all over the world, a leaflet with rough paper but vivid portraits was also spread.

The author used an exaggerated technique to describe the moment when Bakuan was bound by the tortoise shell. His distorted body and shy expression in anger made everyone who saw it couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Inside a boxing gym in Tsz Wan Shan.

The little brother rushed in waving a newspaper flyer, and shouted excitedly: "Look, look! The report of that fellow Bhagavan has come out, and the expression on the photo is so funny!"

The boxing gym was very lively. Early in the morning, the younger brothers were not in a hurry to practice boxing. Basically, they were either gathering together to chat, or they were concentrating on doing warm-up exercises.

When someone mentioned Bakuan's name, everyone became interested, and a group of people crowded over in an instant, scrambling to read the contents of the newspaper.

Someone snatched the flyer, just glanced at it, and burst out laughing!

"Pfft! So it was hung on the street lamp like this? On the news last night, the mosaic would be so exaggerated. Who did this, are you against him?"

"I heard that it is his leading horse Agni!"

"Wow, the assassinated boss is so explosive? What kind of hatred?"

"Hey! Don't talk nonsense, the newspaper said that it is treating mental illness, but the method is a little special!"

"It's very special, if it's another woman... Hehehe!"

A group of people looked at each other and laughed together.

"What's the noise so early in the morning!"

Boss B came out of the lounge. He seemed to have just taken a shower and was wiping his head with a towel.

A younger brother snatched the newspaper and quickly sent it over: "Brother B, it's Bakuan's news!"

Boss B laughed: "So it's that bad boy, and I still need to watch the news? It's already spread all over the world, and now I don't dare to start with Liansheng when I go out, for fear of being recognized by others!"

That being said, Big Guy B flung out the towel and opened the newspaper.

What came into view was a full-page color photo, with the crowded Nathan Road in the background, Bhagavan was tied and hung from a street lamp, his skin was grayish blue, his head was tilted, and he seemed to be in a coma.

A piece of white cloth is tied around the waist, which reads: Baguan, the eldest brother of the museum.

There are two lines of bold and black characters next to it: the tortoise shell is bound to the body, and the body is dark and faint, and the gangster is unspeakable P!

"puff!"

Big Brother B sprayed it out on the spot.

"What newspaper dares to write so much? Are you afraid that this guy will become angry and send someone to burn the newspaper office?"

Big Brother B quickly turned to the front page, and there were four large characters of Kowloon Daily on it, and he grinned.

This is from a big newspaper, and behind it are real big shots on Hong Kong Island.

Let alone Hong Xing as the hall master, even the leader Mr. Jiang, he might not be able to provoke him.

"No wonder you dare to write so much!" Boss B shook his head.

"Brother B, today's newspapers are sold out. Almost every one has news about Bhagavan, and the writing is different. Look at this Kwun Tong Industrial News, it actually says what performance art Bhagavan is doing. It's really funny. !” The younger brother handed over another newspaper.

Big brother B was about to pick it up and continue to watch the novel when a younger brother walked over quickly behind him, holding the big brother in his hand.

"Brother B, second master Yao is on the phone."

Boss B took the phone and said with a smile, "Hey, Brother Yao, what's your favor?"

"Ah B, find a convenient place to talk!" Chen Yao's voice was flat.

Boss B raised his eyebrows in surprise and waved his hand, and the younger brothers around him scattered like birds and beasts.

"Brother Yao, you can talk!"

"Well, have you read today's newspaper?"

"About Bhagavan?"

"It's him!" Chen Yao said indifferently: "He has gotten very close to Liang Kun recently, and there are rumors that he is helping Liang Kun to bulk up."

"Oh?" Big Brother B chuckled: "Brother Yao, you can't take this joke. Who doesn't know that Hong Xing doesn't like fans. After all, Liangkun is the hall master, so it's impossible not to know this rule!"

"He didn't touch it, and this doesn't delay making money on it! What Mr. Jiang means is that Liangkun didn't break the rules after all, and it's not easy to deal with it in the punishment hall, so... get rid of Bakuan and give him a warning!"

"Is this what Mr. Jiang meant?" Big Brother B confirmed.

Chen Yao didn't answer, just said: "Do it cleanly, don't cause too much trouble!"

"No problem!" The corner of Big Boss B's mouth showed a sinister smile: "I've seen that guy not pleasing to my eyes for a long time!"

After hanging up the phone, boss B casually recruited a younger brother and asked, "Where is Anan?"

The little brother said: "It seems to have gone to Saigon Pier."

"Call them back, I have something to explain!"

"Understood, Brother B!"

The younger brother nodded and turned to make a phone call.

……

In the star-rated hotel, when the dazzling sunlight hit the double bed, Liu Piaopiao woke up leisurely. She touched the side subconsciously, and it was really empty again.

Taking out a few banknotes from under the pillow with his backhand, Liu Piaopiao fell on the pillow in discouragement, and his expression darkened a little.

"What are you expecting? When is he not like this!"

Liu Piaopiao lay on the bed for a while longer, and then endured the pain all over her body and got up.

"You bastard! If I get called out by another phone call next time, I won't be called Liu Piaopiao!"

She was gritting her teeth fiercely, when a familiar laughter came from behind her: "Then what are you going to call? Liu Mingjiao?"

Liu Piaopiao turned her head in surprise, and she saw Huang Xing standing there in sportswear with a smile on his face.

He had a towel around his neck and a tray with steaming milk and sandwiches in his hand.