Starting from floating in Hong Kong

As soon as Qin Yi returned to the hotel, Chen Xiaoming came to the door.

She is not aggressive, but she has long legs.

This time the driving was not as jerky as the first time, and the two sides cooperated tacitly.

The headlights are working, the throttle is working, the rear is smooth as new, and the seat belts are ready.

Start taking off.

Of course, the take-off process may be a bit bumpy, sometimes fast and sometimes slow, the road conditions are still a bit poor, and the car almost overturned several times.

Later, with continuous boosting, it finally lifted into the air, followed by several difficult stunts.

What about cobras, what kind of roller poses, I have practiced it again.

The pilot felt fine, but the engine was panting a bit, and the oxygen was almost insufficient.

After Qin Yi finished refueling in the air, he decisively began to glide, and the landing process was very smooth.

"There was a problem with the technical movement you did just now. Why did you bite so tightly when my fuselage turned over?" Qin Yi began to criticize while arranging his clothes, "And don't wrap it so tightly when refueling, thankfully the seat belt is tightly tied , what if there is an accident?"

Chen Xiaoming snorted coldly, "What do you mean by bringing a woman back? You have a new love again, and you're pretty quick."

"What new love?" Qin Yi was full of displeasure, "That's Ruan Wen's younger sister, we have nothing to do with each other."

"No?" Chen Xiaoming sneered, "Hehe."

"What's your attitude?" Qin Yi asked back, "Do you suspect that I can't stand the test?"

"Who can't see what Ruan Wen is thinking?" Chen Xiaoming continued to sneer.

"Stop, don't guess wildly, don't spread rumors, and don't say anything that is not conducive to unity." Qin Yi thought for a while, "Ruan Wen actually wanted to come back for revenge, but it was inconvenient for her to come back, and she didn't believe me, so she sent herself My sister supervises."

"There is no relationship between me and her sister. Don't judge the belly of a gentleman with the heart of a villain."

"That's the way it is, believe it or not."

"Really, I don't believe it."

"..."

……

Early the next morning, the Eight-faced Buddha couldn't wait to visit.

"Mr. Zhao, you are finally back." Eight-faced Buddha was overjoyed but also helpless and tired, "Is your trip going well?"

"It's okay, we talked about some big business." Qin Yi glanced at the Eight-faced Buddha meaningfully, "Mr. Wei, I heard that there are some problems here?"

"Uh." A flash of anger flashed across the face of the Eight-faced Buddha, and then it turned into a smile again, "It's just some minor problems, not a big one, I can settle them."

Qin Yi was noncommittal, and nodded lightly.

Eight-faced Buddha knew very well that someone had said a lot of good things about him behind his back.

Well, you Hong Wengang, I should have just killed you in the first place.

Eight-faced Buddha was secretly ruthless in his heart, but he didn't dare to neglect Mr. Zhao.

Since you, Hong Wen, have just been in the first year of junior high school, don't blame me for being the fifteenth of the eight-faced Buddha.

"Mr. Zhao, did someone tell you something?" Eight-faced Buddha sighed bitterly, "You must not listen to the slander of the villain, and don't fall into the trick of sowing discord."

"You are not here for the past two days, some people are unwilling to be lonely, and frequently contact with unknown people. This is obviously an evil intention."

"You have to be careful, it's hard to guard against house thieves."

Qin Yi glanced at the excited Eight-faced Buddha, and said lightly: "I'm still very relieved of what you do, otherwise I won't leave and go back to Hong Kong Island."

"Thank you Mr. Zhao for your trust." The Eight-faced Buddha immediately showed a grateful expression.

While the two were talking, Chen Xiaoming walked in with catwalks on long legs, "Mr. Zhao, Mr. Hong is here, and he's outside."

Qin Yi slightly raised his hand, "Please come in."

"Yes." Chen Xiaoming turned and walked out.

The eight-faced Buddha's face was a little ugly at this time.

Just as Hong Wen walked into the room, he saw the Eight-faced Buddha sitting next to him. His eyes were gloomy and vigilant. A few thoughts flashed through his mind, and then he immediately put on a smiling face, "Mr. Wei came very early."

"It can't be too early." Eight-faced Buddha said eccentrically, "Mr. Zhao returned to Siam yesterday, and no one informed me, but you ran to pick up the plane by yourself."

"If I don't come here soon, I don't know who will slander me in front of Mr. Zhao."

Hong Wengang smiled, "It was too late yesterday, I'm afraid it will affect Mr. Wei's rest, after all, you are so old, let us young people do this kind of errand work."

"Young man, my Eight-faced Buddha is always a bit old, but I'm not seven or eighty." Eight-faced Buddha snorted coldly, "If you want to get back to the top, wait a few more decades."

"Don't get in the way when you're old." Hong Wengang replied with a smile, "If you have trouble with your hands and feet, you will be blackmailed. Losing money is small, and losing your life is not worth it. If Mr. Zhao's important event is delayed, you I can't bear it."

"Bang!" The Eight-faced Buddha slapped the table and stood up, "Hong Wengang, don't be eccentric. Although I am old, I am a hundred times better than eating inside and outside."

"Hey, you can eat indiscriminately, but you can't talk indiscriminately." Hong Wengang asked back with a cold face, "Who eats the inside out? Don't you want to slander me?"

"Mr. Zhao, he slandered me!"

Qin Yi waved his hand and interrupted the quarrel between the two, "Okay, don't say anything that is not conducive to unity."

"Sit down and drink tea."

The two looked at each other, snorted coldly, and sat back on the sofa obediently.

Qin Yi picked up the cup and took a sip of tea with a blank expression, and said coldly: "I don't care how you make trouble, but the business must not go wrong."

"Doing my business is against me. If I am not satisfied, let his whole family go to the street."

"have you understood?"

Eight-faced Buddha and Hong Wengang quickly agreed together, "I understand."

"Eight-faced Buddha, what's your problem here?" Qin Yi asked coldly.

"There are a few short-sighted people who are jealous of our business and want to intervene." Eight-faced Buddha said viciously, "Don't worry, I know what to do."

"I'll give you three days to get it done for me, otherwise I won't be able to talk so much." Qin Yi turned to look at Hong Wengang, "I heard you've been very active recently?"

"No." Hong Wengang said hastily, "It's all a misunderstanding. Recently, I've only been in touch with former clients or business partners. I want to expand more business channels."

"Okay." Qin Yi nodded, "Then invite these people over, I have a big business deal with them."

"Ah?" Hong Wen was stunned for a moment.

"Why, can't you?" Qin Yi squeezed Hong Wengang's shoulder, and slowly exerted force. Seeing that Hong Wengang's face was distorted, he said lightly, "I'll give you three days, can you do it?"

"Yes, yes, yes!" Hong Wengang nodded desperately.

Qin Yi let go of his hand and raised his teacup, "Our business is just a small business now, and the real profitable business is yet to come."

"The boss behind me doesn't want anyone to interfere. If my boss is dissatisfied, I will be very angry." Qin Yi looked at the two with murderous intent, "I am very angry, and the consequences will be serious, understand?"

Hong Wengang and the Eight-faced Buddha shuddered in their hearts, quickly raised their teacups, and said in unison: "Understood, understood!"

"Mr. Zhao, don't worry, we will fully cooperate to do a good job in business and make it bigger and stronger!"

"Very good." Qin Yi nodded in satisfaction and slapped his hands, "Brother Shapi."

Shapira opened the door and walked in with a gun, and asked murderously, "Boss, who do you want to kill?"

Hong Wengang and the Eight-faced Buddha felt tense and panicked.

"Take two people to negotiate with Mr. Wei. If someone is unwilling to talk, you can persuade Mr. Wei." Qin Yi smiled slightly, "If someone does not listen to the persuasion..."

Shapiro pulled the bolt, "Don't worry, I'm very good at persuading people."

Eight-faced Buddha panicked, "Mr. Zhao, isn't this a little bit?"

"Huh?" Qin Yi glanced at the Eight-faced Buddha, "Are you questioning me?"

"Don't dare." The Eight-faced Buddha waved his hands quickly.

……

Outskirts of Bangkok.

Dozens of gangster thugs, carrying guns, gathered together in twos and threes, smoking and talking and laughing.

The thugs standing guard on the side of the road looked lazy, as if they couldn't cheer up in the hot weather.

A convoy slowly stopped in front of the temporary checkpoint, and a bald man with a tattoo got out of the car and said a few words.

The thugs smiled and opened Luca and let the convoy pass.

The convoy slowly stopped outside a manor, and a fat man in a floral shirt got out of the car, and walked towards the manor surrounded by his subordinates.

"No, Sawadeeka, you are late, Cuenca."

"Brother Song, long time no see."

Brother Song and Kunka hugged each other, walked to the pool and sat down while talking and laughing.

At this time, there were already three people sitting by the swimming pool. These people were the bosses of the Siamese gangsters, and they gathered together specially to meet someone.

"When will the Eight-faced Buddha come, won't you let us go?" Kunka was a little dissatisfied, "I still have a lot of things to do, very busy."

"Me too!" said a skinny man with long hair, "That guy with the eight-faced Buddha has no eyesight at all. He wants to take advantage of himself and share some with everyone earlier, so that everyone doesn't have to bother to gather here."

"That's right, that's right." Others echoed one after another, "He wants to swallow such a big business all by himself, and he's not afraid to support him to death!"

Brother Song smiled slightly, "I knew about the human organ business before, but I didn't take it seriously. I didn't expect the business to suddenly become popular in the past two years."

"But this business is not so easy to do."

"Why is it so hard to do?!" Kunka laughed, "It's hard to find others, isn't it hard to find people? There are people everywhere on the street, if you tie one up, you'll have a heart or a kidney. One can sell for a million dollars!"

"Yes, yes, this is more profitable than selling fans," the others nodded in admiration.

"Anyway, this business can't be left to the Eight-faced Buddha alone, he must spit it out!"

"Yes, let him spit it out!"

Brother Song couldn't help shaking his head as he looked at the excited gang bosses, feeling disdainful in his heart.

These people are ignorant.

Human organs have to be matched to be used, not cut out and transplanted.

But there is no need to say these words, they are greedy for profit and always want to make money.

Don't you think this business is so easy to do?

You have to have customers, otherwise what's the use of having organs?

Unlike me who was prepared, Brother Song thought triumphantly that after he heard the news, he ordered his subordinates to build a cold storage.

Why build a cold storage?
Of course it is for storing organs.

Brother Song's plan is to arrest hundreds of people, cut off their hearts and freeze their kidneys, and then go to clients for matching.

Isn't it better to stock up goods in advance than go out temporarily to catch people?
Do business with brains.

Just as he was imagining for a while how to force the Eight-faced Buddha to hand over his business and customer channels, everyone suddenly fell silent.

Brother Song looked up at the gate of the manor, and the Eight-faced Buddha walked in swaggeringly with the people.

"Eight-faced Buddha, you finally showed up. I thought you were afraid to come." Kunka sneered and mocked.

"Hehe." The Eight-faced Buddha came over with a sneer, without saying a word, pulled a chair and sat down, "What do you want from me? Tell me quickly, I'm still busy."

"Eight-faced Buddha, you are so annoying!" The long-haired thin man slapped the table, "I called you several times, but you refused to come out, are you not giving face?"

"Face?" Eight-faced Buddha glanced at the surrounding people, "Why should I give you face, who are you?"

"You fucking!" The thin long-haired man stood up abruptly, and was stopped by Kunka just as he was about to yell.

"Hey, Eight-faced Buddha, we are too lazy to grind our teeth with you today." Kunka stopped other gangster bosses who wanted to make trouble, "We are looking for you today for one thing, I heard that you have recently changed your career and are not in the business of selling fans gone."

"What change?" Eight-faced Buddha casually pinched his nails, "I'm just doing a side job, why, are you jealous?"

"You earn millions of dollars from your side business, which is even more lucrative than selling fans." Kunka sneered, "You don't have the heart to sell fans anyway, so just give us the business of selling fans."

"Send?" Eight-faced Buddha squinted his eyes and sneered, "Do you dare to take it if I give it away? General Kunsha appointed me to do this Siamese business. If you want to grab it, ask General Kunsha first!"

"You don't have to worry about that, we will take care of General Kunsha." Brother Song said with a smile, "You just need to hand over the business."

"Hahahaha!" The Eight-faced Buddha laughed wildly, as if he heard a big joke, "People who are not General Kunsha dare to steal business? Blind your dog eyes, you go to the Golden Triangle, you can buy a gram of powder , I write the last name backwards!"

The gang boss present also sneered, looking at the Eight-faced Buddha with sarcasm in his eyes.

The Eight-faced Buddha suddenly felt that something was wrong, and a hearty and familiar laughter came from behind, "Wei Xingguang, you are so bold."

Everyone turned their heads to look, and a middle-aged man in a white coat walked over slowly.

Although the middle-aged man smiled, there was no smile on his face, his face was gloomy and his eyes were cold.

With a Buddhist bead hanging in his hand, he kept twisting it as he walked.

"Marin!" The eight-faced Buddha had an incredible expression on his face, and then he roared with anger, "You, you, you dare to cross the border to seek food! Siam is my territory! General Kunsha agreed."

"What crosses the border and does not cross the border." Marin slowly walked over, "They are all working for General Kunsha, why should we divide between you and me."

"You fucking don't follow the rules!" Eight-faced Buddha said angrily.

As soon as Marin appeared, he knew it was broken. He and Marin were both Kunsha's subordinates. If others couldn't get the goods, how could Marin not get it.

It seems that these people have premeditated!
"Okay, then I'll ask General Kunsha to see what happens to someone who doesn't obey the rules!" Eight-faced Buddha said fiercely, and stood up directly.

"Wait." Marin put down the beads, "Don't rush away when you're here."