Rebirth Hong Kong as a hero

Chapter 82 Don't make a sound if you don't want to die

North Myanmar.

"call"

The Eight-faced Buddha put down the phone, took off the glasses on the bridge of his nose, and pinched his brows: "It's really troublesome, what has already been done, why was Lin Kun arrested again?"

He put the glasses back on, took out the cigar and lit it, took a big sip, exhaled thick smoke, and looked out the window with flickering eyes:

"Three times the price, you really dare to ask for it, Lin Kun, Lin Kun, judging by your posture, are you completely ready to fight me to the end?"

The Eight-faced Buddha knows it well.

Lin Kun opened his mouth and asked himself for three times the price of this batch of goods. It wasn't that Lin Kun was short of the money, but he was responding to his temptation with his own actions.

He frowned and stood up from his seat: "Prepare the car and go to General Chachai."

"Yes."

The subordinate responded and immediately went down.

after an hour.

The Eight-faced Buddha arrived at General Chachai's mansion with two subordinates. After being searched and shot by guards holding AK-47 at the door, he led them inside.

Lobby.

General Chachai, who was dressed casually in a linen shirt, was sitting in front of the tea table, fiddling with the teapot and concentrating on making tea.

I want to boil the teapot and teacup with hot water, put the tea leaves in the teapot and rinse the tea leaves with boiling water, pour boiling water into the teapot after rinsing, and pour it into the purple sand pot after soaking for a few seconds.

The entire process looks very focused.

"General."

The Eight-faced Buddha walked in with a smile, shook the long hair on the back of his head, and then sat down: "What kind of tea is brewed, it smells so good, I can smell the fragrance from a long distance."

"Big red pouch."

General Chachai took the purple sand pot and poured it into the teacup, and pushed a cup to the Eight-faced Buddha: "You can't drink it here."

"Big red pouch?"

Eight-faced Buddha glanced at the transparent tea in the teacup: "I've never heard of it before, it's a novelty."

"Ha ha."

General Chachai smiled faintly, picked up the cup and sniffed, closed his eyes slightly and took a deep breath, capturing the pervading fragrance:
"you try."

"Eh."

The Eight-faced Buddha picked up the teacup and began to taste the tea like Miencha: "There is no bitterness, but it is a little sweet after drinking."

He drank the tea in the cup and praised: "It's really a good thing."

"Oh?"

General Chachai took another look at him, and said with a smile, "You know tea too? When you're free, you can have a good conversation with Akun."

"what"

The Eight-faced Buddha was stunned for a moment, then the smile remained the same, and he didn't answer: "Hehe."

"This tea was given to me by Akun."

General Chachai took a sip of his tea: "He asked a friend to get this back in the mainland. It's a rare good thing."

"Ha ha."

Eight-faced Buddha heard the sound and smiled: "Well, it's really good."

"correct."

General Chachai glanced at the expression of the Eight-faced Buddha, and asked casually, "What do you want to see me for?"

"Is such that."

Eight-faced Buddha organized the language simply: "It's still a matter of raw materials."

He turned his head and looked out of the window of the transparent hall on all sides: "Isn't it time for a new round of harvest soon?"

"Ugh"

General Chachai sighed, and immediately interrupted the words of the Eight-faced Buddha: "You also know that the channels are tight now, and foreign channels are looking for me. It's hard to get out, and Akun also took the lead."

"I have already promised him this year's harvest. What we value in business is integrity. Akun has the strength and the market is stable. I have already made a deal with him. It is useless for you to come to me now."

He picked up the purple clay pot and poured tea for himself again, persuading him without haste:

"Akun has absolute market dominance in Wanwan, and now that he has entered Hong Kong Island, he is all counting on this to eat. Your situation is much better than his. You have your own armed forces, right?"

"General."

Listening to General Chachai's words, the Eight-faced Buddha rubbed his white beard with his palm:
"The truth is this, but I still want to fight for it, and I also count on it to make money."

"I want to help you too, but I can't help you."

General Chachai shook his head and sighed: "I have already discussed it with Akun, it has been settled, and it cannot be changed."

His tone of voice is very light, but it is full of no doubt, and it cannot be rejected by others.

"Okay, then listen to the general."

The Eight-faced Buddha nodded when he heard the words, and then changed the topic: "Then what if I talk to Lin Kun myself?"

He came here today to ask for goods, and he didn't hold out any hope. The main thing was to test General Chachai's attitude.

"That's your business."

General Chachai directly expressed his attitude: "Akun and I have been partners for many years, and so are you."

"It would be great if you can communicate well by yourself. We all have money to earn together, don't we?"

Paused.

He put the teacup on the table and tapped his fingers on the table:
"Of course, you are all my partners, and I hope to continue to cooperate with you for a long time in the future."

The implication is self-evident.

You can "talk" yourself, and I won't care about you, but you have to have a suitable scale for talking.

You all have your own market in your hands, and I don't want to lose a partner who has a market.

"Eh"

The Eight-faced Buddha understood what General Chachai meant, and nodded: "Thank you, General, I'll leave first if there's nothing else to do."

His goal has been achieved, so naturally there is no need to stay any longer.

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Tsim Sha Tsui.

A two-storey private house near the suburban countryside.

hall.

The four boys sat around the table, eating and drinking, smoking and drinking.

One of them picked up a prepared meal and walked into the inner room.

under dim lighting.

Miancha was chained to a pillar on the wall, wearing handshakes and shackles. He was imprisoned here for the past few days.

"It's time to eat."

Ma Zai threw the food in his hand in front of Miencha, covered his nose and went out: "Look at the smell on your body, shit"

When Miancha first came in, he was very proud and didn't eat food, but after a few days of starvation, he became honest and ate whatever was given.

soon.

It was twelve o'clock in the evening.

The horse boys who changed shifts came over to take over. After a simple handover, four new horse boys took over the scene.

Everyone first played cards around the table, and then stopped at two o'clock in the morning, with sleepy eyes.

"Go to sleep."

One of them lit a cigarette: "I'll just watch it, nothing will happen."

"That's fine."

The other three agreed after thinking for a while. Anyway, everyone is here, and they can find out immediately if there is any movement.

Three in the morning.

Ma Zai squatted at the door, stubbed out the cigarette in his hand, turned back into the house, looked at the three Ma Zai lying on the table sleeping without moving, walked around them lightly, and walked into the room where Micha was held .

"squeak"

The wooden door rattled.

inside.

The hall light casts in through the open door.

Mian Cha was in his sleep, when he vaguely sensed that someone was pushing him, he opened his eyes sleepily.

in front of you.

A man was standing in front of him with the backlight, and he couldn't see what his face looked like. In his hand, the sharp blade of the dagger shone coldly under the projected light.

"You don't."

Just as Miancha was about to yell, his mouth was covered, and a sharp dagger rested on his neck, showing a cold light.

The visitor's voice was hoarse: "If you don't want to die, please keep silent!"

"Ok!"

Miencha nodded frantically, and then the man slowly let go, and sat in the shadow at the end of the bed:

"I'm asking you."

(End of this chapter)