Starting from floating in Hong Kong

Chapter 332

"The eight-faced Buddha's real name is Wei Xingguang, and he has three-quarters of Chinese blood. He is a subordinate of General Kunsha, and he is responsible for the business in the southeast of Siam and Cambodia." Hong Wengang carefully explained, "The Eight-faced Buddha is here. The power here is not small, and they have business dealings with many gangsters in Bangkok."

"If you want to be active here, you have to establish a good relationship with the Eight-faced Buddha."

Qin Yi nodded casually after listening, and asked, "Is there any venue for the Eight-faced Buddha in Bangkok?"

"Yes." Hong Wengang thought for a while, "There are several casinos and a bar, where the local gangsters buy their goods."

"You call the Eight-faced Buddha and tell him to release all your people before dawn and return the goods." Qin Yi looked at Hong Wengang expressionlessly, "Otherwise I will visit him in person."

This time, Hong Wengang couldn't fix it anymore, "Mr. Zhao, this is Siam, not Hong Kong Island, so you..."

"What's wrong with me like this?" Qin Yi smiled, "Being polite before fighting, what am I doing wrong?"

"..." Hong Wengang wondered if there was something wrong with Mr. Zhao's brain circuit, or because he was used to running rampant on Hong Kong Island.

This is Siam, someone else's territory.

Even if you are a dragon crossing the river, you have to keep a low profile when you meet a local snake.

If you come over, you will threaten others.

But remembering what he saw last night, Hong Wengang knew in his heart that Mr. Zhao must be backed by a large financial group or even some national forces, otherwise there would be such a big scene.

Perhaps it was the support behind him that gave Mr. Zhao confidence, but it is really not a good thing to show his arrogance when he just came here.

"Mr. Zhao, please calm down first. We are in business, we pay attention to harmony and wealth, and we need to cooperate more with this side in the future. It is not good for everyone to make too much trouble." Hong Wengang carefully persuaded, "Do you think so? ?”

"Well, I think so too, it's best to make money with harmony." Qin Yi nodded, "If the other party doesn't understand how to make money with harmony, I'll change it to a way he can understand."

Speaking of which, Qin Yi took out a pistol from his arms and handed it to Hong Wengang, "Take it."

Hong Wengang was stunned, how long have you just got off the plane, and you got a gun in less than half an hour.

"Mr. Zhao, this..."

"When you're away from home, and you're on someone else's territory, you'd better be careful." Qin Yi took out another gun, loaded it, and said, "Kindness makes money."

The car drove all the way to the Hilton Hotel. Hong Wengang had a bitter face and didn't know how to persuade Mr. Zhao.

The two returned to their hotel rooms, Hong Wengang sighed, picked up the phone and made a call.

"Shali, I'm Hong. I've already arrived in Bangkok. How about we come out tomorrow and talk about it?"

"Don't be like this, everything is easy to talk about, let my brother and my men go first, OK?"

"I want to see the Eight-faced Buddha, it's a big business."

"Are you talking to me? It's a billion-dollar business. Can you be the master?"

"Anyway, I must see the Eight-faced Buddha tomorrow!"

Hong Wengang slammed the phone to the ground, sat on the bed out of breath, grabbed the oxygen bottle and took a few breaths before recovering.

But Hong Wengang became more and more irritable in his heart, and his fragile heart forced him to suppress his anger.

He has also cooperated with the Eight-faced Buddha several times before, but generally speaking, he is not very familiar with it.

After all, the business of the two parties does not overlap, and the two parties do not interfere with each other.

Those drug dealers are a bunch of fans who suck their brains out of fun.

If you don't do good business, what are you doing black and white?

Want to swallow my Hong Wengang's business, do you have customer channels?

Do you have a professional medical team?

You only have a group of addicts who suck their bodies, and they would rather give people's kidneys for a bite of powder.

But the quality of these things is not generally poor, and the body of an addict has been destroyed by the drug.

How long can the organs last? Many of them are infected with various infectious diseases.

This is directly abolished and cannot be used at all.

His clients are all rich and powerful upper-class people, how could he use such unclean organs.

If it wasn't for business needs, Hong Wen would have been too lazy to deal with people like the Eight-faced Buddha just now.

Just as he was still thinking about how to convince the Eight-faced Buddha, there was a sound at the door of the hotel room.

In the dead of night, Hong Wengang could clearly hear the key being inserted into the lock, and there was a sound of metal friction.

Hong Wengang was startled, he touched the pistol Qin Yi gave him in panic, thinking about where to hide.

"Click."

The door was opened, and two figures entered.

Hong Wengang was so trembling that he hadn't pulled the sleeve away when the other party had already rushed in front of him and blocked him with a gun.

"Don't move!" The visitor spoke in blunt English, grabbed Hong Wengang's arm, and dragged him out.

With a dazed expression, Hong Wengang was held up by two people, with a gun tightly pressed against his waist, and slowly walked out of the hotel room.

When passing by Mr. Zhao's room, one of them knocked on the door and shouted something in a low voice, but heard nothing.

The two looked at each other, a little surprised, but didn't think too much, and escorted Hong Wengang down the stairs.

Walking through the hotel lobby, Hong Wengang tried to wink at the front desk desperately, but the beautiful manager at the front desk didn't understand, and returned him a sweet smile and a wink.

The two found that Hong Wengang was making a small move, so they pushed him with a gun and said in English, "Don't move, or I will kill you."

In desperation, Hong Wengang could only follow along obediently, and was escorted out of the hotel into the car feeling uneasy.

The car drove wildly on the late-night streets of Bangkok, until it reached an unfinished building.

Several cars parked outside the unfinished building all turned on their headlights to illuminate the open space.

There were shadows beside the car, and I don't know how many people were standing there.

Hong Wengang was dragged out of the car, pushed and shoved all the way to the front of the crowd, and was forced to kneel on the ground.

"Mr. Hong." A young man with a beard and a floral shirt walked over with a grim smile, "Long time no see."

"Shali?" Hong Wengang suppressed his anger, "What do you want to do?"

"Don't you want to see me?" Sally laughed, "I will fulfill your wish. What about the multi-billion business you mentioned? Let's hear it."

"You are crazy!" Hong Wengang said angrily, "Let me go!"

"Let go of you?" Shali sneered and kicked Hong Wengang over. "This is Siam. Keep your eyes open. What is your status? You want to see my father. Are you qualified?"

"I warn you, my boss is not easy to mess with!" Hong Wengang shouted loudly, "My clients are all rich, high-ranking officials, and generals. Kill me. They have no organs to use. They will not let you go."

"Oh?" Sally laughed loudly, "Really? Your business is so powerful."

Shali went up and kicked Hong Wengang hard again, causing Hong Wengang to curl up into a ball, "Fake, are you bluffing me?"

Hong Wengang roared in pain: "Sally, you will regret it!"

"Regret?" Sally laughed wildly, "Regret what? Regret not killing you directly?"

"Don't worry, I'm not only going to kill you, but also your brother, your subordinates, and..."

"Hmm." Sally glanced at it, feeling something was wrong, "Is there another person?"

The two subordinates who brought Hong Wengang were a little confused, they looked at each other and shook their heads together.

"Fuck, didn't you four go together?" Shali scolded angrily, "Where are the other two guys? Where's the guy who came with Hong?"

"boom!"

There was a crisp gunshot, and the bullet penetrated the subordinate's head.

Sally, who was standing next to him, was sprayed with brains and blood all over his face, and was stunned for a moment.

Shali's subordinates were in an uproar, and they took out their guns in panic, and subconsciously searched around.

"Hi, good evening everyone!"

Qin Yi walked out of the shadows with a smile.

(End of this chapter)